An autumn day
Maria walked along the embankment of the Moskva River. The cool autumn weather stood firm, and a grave-like chill emanated from the water, seeping into her bones and making the girl constantly shiver, wrapping herself tighter in her coat. Returning from work on Friday evening, the beauty had chosen an ill-advised route and, instead of taking the bus to the metro, had mistakenly decided to walk and now deeply regretted it. Not only was her clothing ill-suited for warmth (skin-tight jeans and a light pullover), but her suede coat had gotten wet from the drizzling rain, which did nothing to help preserve precious body heat.
"And you stink like a dumpster too!" the girl muttered venomously
at the river."Eee, eee," replied a lone seagull flying overhead.
"And who knows what kind of mutants live in this filth," Maria delivered her scientific verdict.
The seagull circled mournfully a couple of times above the girl and again erupted in a nasty, hysterical cry.
"Drop dead, you feathered rat!" Wishing the bird further well-being, the girl wrapped herself tighter in her soaked coat and trudged on gloomily.
Twenty-two-year-old Maria Kuznetsova was distinguished by her tall stature and slender figure. The girl possessed stunningly beautiful, expressive eyes, naturally full lips, and magnificent blonde hair cascading in a lush waterfall onto her shoulders. Masha was obsessed with a healthy lifestyle, and constant workouts at the gym had toned her body. She had slender, toned legs, an appetizingly protruding rear, and a defined stomach that transitioned into large, fourth-size breasts. Moreover, her bust had a very significant characteristic—unlike most happy owners of soft, voluptuous forms, her 'girls,' hardened by contrast showers, winter swims, and all other such activities, were as firm as rubber balls. But no matter how much of a 'walrus' Masha was, her body, soaked in the cold weather, did not bode well.
Suddenly slipping on the slick autumn asphalt, the girl lost her balance and, after a few unsuccessful stumbles, hit the parapet. Although the girl herself wasn't hurt, a catastrophe was already brewing: a small women's handbag flew out of her hands and merrily rolled down the sloped concrete surface, sliding right to the water's edge onto a small platform.
"Perfect, just perfect!" the girl hissed through her teeth. "What else can happen today?" Maria's mood was smoothly transitioning into the stage of "hatred for all existence," so the girl, already known for her nasty character, became an even less pleasant person.
Hissing all sorts of curses to herself, she carefully and gracefully, as much as her low-heeled shoes allowed, began to descend.
"Aha!" Kuznetsova exclaimed triumphantly, picking up the runaway. At that moment, the girl didn't notice how a long tentacle emerged from the blackening water and, lightning-fast, wrapped around Maria's leg, sharply dragging her into the river.
In an instant, Kuznetsova's world spun sharply, and falling onto her rear, she quickly slid into the water, pulled by unseen forces. Only the black handbag remained, orphaned, lying on the concrete. With a loud splash, Masha began to sink to the bottom. Before the girl's eyes flashed the bright city lights, and they began to gradually disappear under the thickness of the murky water. Coming to her senses, Kuznetsova began to actively resist, trying to swim up. The cold didn't particularly frighten her, but her clothes were soaked and had turned into a heavy load, preventing movement and dragging her down. Something was pulling the girl at tremendous speed somewhere to the river bottom, and all of Maria's attempts were pitiful compared to the monster's power.
After a few seconds, Kuznetsova could no longer see anything above her, only darkness surrounded her. Her heart pounded at a frantic pace, and with her last strength, preserving the remnants of air in her lungs, Maria tried not to inhale this vile water. "I never thought my life would end like this!" she thought. A lump of fear, despair, and hopelessness only grew. Gradually, Masha began to notice that her speed was dropping; she softly sank into a dense, viscous substance. Kuznetsova dared to open her closed eyes and realized she could see. Not clearly, faintly, but at least make out the outlines of objects; a reddish glow came from the fluid she was in. And moving in it was even harder, as if it were thick jelly. "Well, that's it, I have nothing left to breathe with. Probably the shittiest death!" The girl inhaled the strange brew with a full chest.
The warm, thick substance filled her lungs. Choking, Maria swallowed it, but strangely, the girl didn't feel suffocation! She could breathe calmly and receive oxygen. As for taste, the strange liquid resembled fruit syrup, slightly sweet with a pleasant tropical aftertaste. "What the hell is going on, where am I?" She began to turn around, looking. Kuznetsova realized she was inside a fluctuating sphere made of this reddish liquid, and the strangest thing was she didn't feel cold or hunger; all fears were receding somewhere to the side. The peaceful flow of the fluid lulled her. From outside the sphere, a long, dirty-gray tentacle carefully appeared. It cautiously penetrated inside Maria's cradle, where she, curled up in a fetal position, was in a state of half-sleep.
The girl lost one shoe, then the other, followed slowly by her coat and socks. The beauty, in sleepy bliss, swayed enveloped by the warm liquid; she simply didn't notice how the elegant tentacle was depriving her of her clothing items. The erotic curves of her bare feet transitioned into stunning legs in tight jeans that seemed ready to burst the constraints of the fabric at any moment. As for the rear attractions, for many guys it remained a mystery how such a rear could even fit into clothing. The girl's top was covered by a gray pullover, giving her warmth and a homely feel but unable to hide the appetizing shapes of her breasts. Masha tried to shake off the drowsiness: "What a day this is!" Sobriety of mind began to return to the girl. She tried to push the tentacle aside; it was already intending to remove her upper clothing. The girl shook her head, shedding the last remnants of the mysterious stupor, and actively swam in the direction she believed the shore to be.
But, firstly, despite her good physical shape, she moved with difficulty in the viscous liquid, and secondly, a tentacle wrapped around her leg and prevented any escape attempts. From the darkness appeared several more tentacles, which, grabbing her remaining free limbs, stopped any signs of resistance. The girl no longer had the strength to resist; she pushed away the first thoughts that came to mind. Her imagination painted pictures of unfortunate Japanese schoolgirls and bloodthirsty squid in her head, but damn it, on this fucking day, Maria simply ran out of her surprise quota; now little could amaze her.
White fabric tightly hugged her most intimate places, emphasizing every curve of her body. Kuznetsova instinctively tried to cover her exposed 'girls,' and to her surprise, she succeeded; the unknown creature no longer restrained her movements. The girl bent her legs and crossed
her arms over her chest. Her heart was pounding wildly; she looked around, but no tentacles were visible, only the dark blackness of the water. Maria realized the absurdity of the situation: being at the depth of the river with an incomprehensible creature, she for some reason didn't doubt what could happen next. However, there was no fear in her soul, rather calmness and slight curiosity. In her short life, the girl had been in relationships more than once, had lived with a boyfriend for a long time, but at the moment she was absolutely free.
The pause began to strain Maria; the girl didn't attempt to flee, intuition told her it would be futile. She lowered her arms to her sides, deciding there was no one to be ashamed of here, and looked around—nothing, no one, nowhere, only darkness all around. She inhaled the jelly-like solution and loudly shouted the first thing that came to mind: "What are you!?" Embarrassed by her stupid phrase, the girl was amazed that the strange substance didn't hinder speech, and also how the sound distorted. Her mouth was filled with this sweetish-fruity liquid, warming her. Gradually, Maria began to notice she was getting warmer and warmer: "Maybe they want to cook and eat me?" another idea flashed. But such thoughts were not destined to come true; the liquid thickened, and the currents inside the sphere caressed her body. Streams of strange water seemed to stroke her skin. Never before had Kuznetsova experienced such sensations, as if thousands of masseurs were caressing her from all sides.
With each moment, the density of the substance changed from jelly to a thick, gelatinous mass. Like a living being, the contents of the sphere constantly moved, cooled slightly, or, conversely, heated up, and all these changes were aimed at the girl's pleasure. An experienced master played with the girl's body, inventing a new amusement every moment. Every millimeter of Maria's skin was under careful attention; the girl was subjected to changing periodicities: powerful jolts (as in a hydromassage or springs), the substance skillfully played with density, sometimes squeezing her entire body hard, sometimes caressing it with millions of hands of the most experienced and gentle professionals in their field.
Maria's movements turned into convulsive tremors of pleasure, and the cradle filled with moans. Her heart skipped a beat from endless pleasure when the thickest jelly strongly squeezed her body from all sides, pressing her firm breasts against her ribs, or, conversely, with soft pinches, ran over her skin, pulling her firm 'girls' forward and caressing them from all sides. Maria hardly noticed how her thoroughly soaked, translucent-as-glass panties slid off her body on their own. Like a naked cat, she jerked erotically in the sphere of voluptuousness, subjected to ever new tortures. So when the most intimate parts of her body came under a massive attack, it only served as new, long-awaited explosions of pleasure.
The appearing tentacles were met by the girl as long-awaited heralds of the development of events. They didn't resemble cephalopod limbs; they had no suckers or anything similar. Smooth, slippery visitors slipped into Maria's most interesting places. One penetrated the girl's hot womb, the other impudently entered her anal opening. It was so sudden and unceremonious that the girl screamed and twisted but couldn't get rid of the guests. Paying no attention to the resistance, they only burrowed deeper inside. Maria craved and subconsciously anticipated the vaginal invasion, though she was a bit ashamed of these thoughts, but she had no particular fondness for anal sex, attributing that amusement to "moments of special mood." But few were interested in the girl's permission, and the tentacles began to actively explore Kuznetsova's inner world.
Within seconds, Maria forgot about everything in the world, for she had never experienced such feelings with anyone. The tentacles arranged frantic dances in her holes; they pulsated, increased in size, stretching the walls of the mucous membranes from the inside. The fluid around the girl seemed to go berserk and transitioned from soft caresses to rough tortures. Her body was kneaded as if she were in a vise; her hair was pulled back forcefully. Like an experienced puppeteer, the monster played with her body as with a marionette, and to every action, her organism reacted with new impulses of pleasure. The beauty's brain exploded each time with new dazzling flashes of pleasure fireworks, and the world shattered into myriads of particles, each time reuniting again and again into one. Every cell was filled with pleasure, every nerve fiber carried pleasure to each other, and every active substance tried to convey to the brain the information that this pleasure was an ocean; the entire organism was a concentration of pleasure!
Maria could barely grasp how the tentacles overcame the fallopian tubes and were raging in her uterus, how waves of voluptuousness already passed through her abdominal cavity from the tentacle that filled all the intricate bends of her intestines. From time to time, her muscular stomach swelled as if it contained "Alien" embryos. She no longer remembered how she began to instinctively suck on a third guest, and the substance in which Masha was located had long filled her intercellular space, caressing every brick of Kuznetsova's organism.
The concepts of time and space mixed and were no longer important; the girl more than once watched as the tentacles erupted with burning, red-glowing juices, and new brethren took their place. How her body shuddered from waves of orgasm and fell into a state of apathetic relaxation, but subjected to ever new attacks, everything repeated anew, and with even more spectacular finales, when it seemed her heart would burst and stop from pleasure, and waves of orgasm still covered her body for minutes... So that after an hour of continuous violence, everything repeated again and again. It seemed to Maria that in one of such moments her heart would truly not withstand it, but that didn't happen. Sometimes she was left alone; then the exhausted Kuznetsova curled up into a ball and dozed, rocked by soft waves, so that after resting, everything repeated again and again. She no longer remembered her past life; her thoughts were confused; she didn't want to think about anything or strive for anything; everything was here, nearby.
At one such beautiful moment, something changed; she felt her sphere moving. Maria strained all her senses but still couldn't understand in which direction they were swimming; there was only darkness around. And then she saw it: slightly illuminated depths and hundreds, hundreds of spheres, all emitting a soft light of different colors: yellow, blue, green, her native red, countless variations, shades. And in all of them were people, somewhere one or two, in some whole groups. Maria gazed spellbound at an entire underground city, like a cluster of eggs on the seabed. Engrossed in contemplation, she didn't notice how her sphere approached another. Masha looked with curiosity at a guy and a girl who were also examining her with interest.
"Excellent, she's just a cutie, what a body, and with such gorgeous tits, not like yours!" the guy said to his companion.
Maria admired him—he was truly handsome, with short hair, a pleasant face, a fairly athletic build, and from clothing, he only had beads around his neck.
"Shut your mouth, I'll laugh for a long time if she doesn't give it to you; maybe she's only for girls?" the dark-haired girl snorted playfully, examining Masha.
She was beautiful in her own way: deep brown eyes, Eastern facial features with pronounced eyebrows, and hair black as coal. The image was completed by a skinny figure with small but neat breasts and a pleasant, unique smile that gave the girl mystery and a peculiar charm, as if she knew something, some life wisdom. Despite the fact that Maria had an extremely negative attitude towards everything Eastern, she liked the girl very much and found her extraordinarily cute, as well as the stunning guy.
Their sphere was blue, and when they connected together, the shared abode filled with soft purple light.
"Is there a way to get out of here!?" Kuznetsova said in a hoarse voice to her new neighbors.
"Yes, unfortunately, this doesn't last forever," the guy replied, swimming closer, admiring her body.
"It's not that hard to get out; it's harder to get back in," his companion replied with a sly smile...
It's impossible to convey how many exciting discoveries they made all together and how much pleasure they gave each other. When, after an unknown amount of time, their spheres parted, Maria decided she would acquire new neighbors, but her small chamber rushed in an unknown direction, and after some time, it ejected the prisoner. Kuznetsova instinctively swam forward and soon found herself on the surface of the Moskva River. She inhaled the so alien and unfamiliar air. Lights, lights, night lights, and a nasty smell spread around. The girl swam to the concrete platform and, climbing onto it, saw her bag. Completely naked, Maria collapsed next to it in a fit of endless, hysterical laughter. Her mobile phone informed her that only a little time had passed since Friday evening when she had just dropped her bag...
One o'clock at night, Sunday, fucking Sunday, not an entire eternity—which, by Maria's measure, she had spent there. Kuznetsova called a taxi, got home, tried to explain to her parents why she was absent and didn't answer the phone... On Monday morning, she went to work. Everything went as usual, but damn it, she wanted to return, even for a day, an hour, hell, even for a moment, to experience it all again! Masha remembered this place and at night, hidden from all eyes, dived into the river's depths. She was not alone; the girl met a hundred other fanatical people who longed to return. Not all the lucky ones who managed to visit there were accepted back by the river bottom, though who's to say, maybe they weren't such lucky ones... But Maria Kuznetsova turned out to be among that minority capable of coming and going, leaving and returning again and again to the world of lust and depravity...
P.S. This story is based on real events told to me by a good acquaintance of mine. For a long time, she asked me not to talk about it, but then she lifted the "secrecy stamp" and did not object to