Chapter Three

The Adventurers Who Fell

(Part 1)

 

A loud voice, almost as though to drown out the poltergeists’ moaning, echoed through the depths. However, even despite being at the top of her lungs, that overly coquettish voice didn’t make it all the way to the entrance from the mine’s innermost depths before fading away into the darkness.

Far within those depths, was a place where the ceiling had collapsed, allowing a shaft of sunlight to beam down on the hair of a blonde girl. Her hair’s color had grown somewhat dull from dust after not bathing for a long time, but even with the stains and impurities, it still shined.

Both of her hands bound to the rock wall and her hair stuck against her skin due to sweat, the girl let out a seductive voice as she stuck out her well-shaped bottom—this girl was Frederica.

Behind her, contrasting the world’s glimmering light with its murky and corrupted black slime, was the Black Ooze.

Pushing its tentacle into the standing girl, it continued ravaging her as though to lift her into the air from below.

“Hiin!—T-theeeere, so goood—!!”

Despite being pushed up so far that her heels no longer touched the ground, there wasn’t so much as a hint of pain in her provocative moans.

On the contrary, it was that intense and yet she continued to thrust her hips.

Her rear was sent into spasms and she had to brace her legs despite being unable to put any strength into them. Even so, she continued frantically shaking her hips. Frederica’s well endowed breasts shook up and down. Even though they weren’t being massaged by the tentacles, she felt pleasure from the swaying motion alone.

“Fu-ah—aaahn!? A, ma, zi—!!”

The slime knew that she had reached her climax, but its tentacle continued to violate Frederica without lessening its intensity.

Plunging into her vagina and poking against the opening to her womb, it suddenly began to stimulate the area around its entrance. Frederica wasn’t able to endure the pleasure and started to collapse, but the tentacle didn’t allow her to.

With a tentacle drilling into her vagina playing the role of a pole, all of that force inevitably pushed against her insides, concentrated at the entrance to her womb, each painful impact assaulting it.

“St… st-sto…”

Only her mouth. She pleaded for rest while shedding tears and drool, yet her hips still hadn’t ceased their thrusting.

Desperately trying to hold her body up with her own legs—legs shaking from her climax’s intense aftershocks—she continued to shake her hips in complete disregard for the words coming from her mouth.

By this point, she didn’t have those disgusted feelings she’d had her first time being violated by it.

By intentionally denying it with her mouth, she felt a masochistic pleasure.

“Agaaain—aaaaun~!? Diiiick!!”

Each time she came, the time it took for her next climax shortened.

Her breathing was shallow, quick, and heated. She’d long done away with thoughts like holding back her panting.

Even while raising her voice to the point her throat almost gave out, she continued to thrust her hips.

Her hair was disheveled and her breasts shook up and down fervently and she used all the strength she had to grip the surface of the rock wall with her hands. Enduring her relentless climaxes even while her body was exhausted, her waist quaked from being unable to withstand the violent assault on her womb.

It wasn’t that long and intense climaxes broke Frederica, no, it was the quick, incessant ones that forever ravished her. Her vaginal spasms clamped down on the slime’s tentacle, but as the tentacle wasn’t something that needed to be a fixed size and was covered with viscous liquid, it rubbed against the her weak spots.

“C-cummi—st… stahp…!”

She pleaded it desperately. Over and over, she’d begged the abominable monster to stop.

It didn’t.

Treated as an object by the slime and ravished like a tool, the woman took no notice of herself and indulged in how ludicrously good the sex felt to her.

Her thoughts were clouded by the pleasure, drenched in it. She had turned into a plaything that thought of nothing but pleasure. The proud, willful mage had long since broken. Now that she’d tasted what it was to have sex with a monster and be loved by its tentacles, a human wouldn’t be enough for her anymore.

At this point, she was little more than a beast. A beast that walked on two legs and pretended to be a human.

A person that humped a vulgar monster like a slime on their own was enough of a beast for anyone to see it as such.

Even so, for Frederica, that was fine.

As long as this slime gave her this pleasure that she would absolutely never have the chance to savour from a human man, she would give her body to it.

She had stumbled upon supreme satisfaction.

“There, deeper—theeeeeeere!!”

A mere two weeks passing since the first time she was first raped, the woman, having grown addicted to the pleasure, continued thrusting her hips.

Telling the slime her weak points herself, guiding it with her thrusts—

“Hyaahn!?”

Letting out a hysteric sound, her back arched and stiffened.

She had relished the feeling of her womb being pounded against the entire time.

However, just now was different. She opened her eyes wide, thrust her tongue out of her mouth and dug her nails into the rock face.

Yet with all that, her body, something that had been repeatedly softened from the absolute pleasure, was unable to endure this sensation of a foreign substance entering this deep into her for the first time and froze up.

“Wh—t… what—-”

The tentacle had turned into a liquid state and poured into her womb before once again turning back into a tentacle, licking against the inside of her womb.

Her body was surprised from this sort of sexual stimulation it had never felt before. Before pleasure, fear invaded her mind.

“There, nooo… that place is, sto—hiiin!?”

The tentacle that had moved into her womb resumed moving in and out as it had been doing up till now.

But this was a totally different sensation than it had been so far. The opening to her womb clamped down against the tentacles regardless of what she herself wanted to say about it. That feeling caused Frederica’s mind to once again be driven into a corner.

“Hiin!? Hahn, ah—hahiiin!!”

Screaming much like a dog, Frederica was toyed with. She had grown accustomed to being subjected to the slime’s tormenting sex and somehow even enjoyed it. She enjoyed being at the mercy of the tentacles’ force.

What was worse was that her knees weren’t able to endure this torture, giving out and pushing the tentacle even farther inside.

Her wide-open eyes shook, and despite being opened so wide, she couldn’t see anything. Although her mind was cleared from the pain, her eagerly moving waist didn’t listen to her.

Both hands gripping onto the wall for dear life and trembling legs opened to shoulder width—

“Wai—, please waaaaaait!!”

However, not paying any mind to Frederica’s circumstances, its tentacles didn’t stop tormenting her womb.

“Stop wiggling! Don’t puuuush!! Strong, it’s so stroooong!!”

Tasting the wall, her deepest interior was thrust into by its hard, hot tentacle.

Not used to the feeling, She tried enduring the violent sensation that was half a step into being pain while screaming.

Her overflowing tears didn’t end, her drool spilling onto and smearing over her breasts. However, she didn’t have the luxury of having a chance to worry about things like that as she tried to stay upright on her own two feet.

Slipping around on the slime’s mucus, she trembled like a newborn beast.

“No—nnn!?”

She was sore, hurting, and in pain.

However—

“—n’t, ta… can’t take, it…”

Obscene juices pouring from her vagina, she shook her bottom as though to ask for more stimulation.

It’s unknown whether her body was begging for more stimulation or whether she begging for the pain to lessen.

Still… the slime didn’t care about Frederica, it simply continued to torment her womb.

Pushing, squishing, spreading her womb, making it softer. It was altering the woman’s most important place. So that even this would be pleasurable, it would slowly and deliberately continue. Even if she cried, screamed, fainted, or slept… even if she pleaded and begged to be spared.

By this monster, mankind’s enemy… by this existence that wasn’t even a human man… by this lovely thing that broke her…

She’d engraved that she wouldn’t be able to live without this slime anymore into her soul.

The Black Ooze would simply continue to ravish Frederica forever.

“Ah…. hiu…”

She’d felt despair countless times. Relaxing her gripping hands, she tried to fall.

It caused her womb to be stretched further, but Frederica was powerless against to stop it.

She couldn’t bear it. The woman was forced to understand that she couldn’t possibly endure such an inhuman torture. That fact was carved in the woman named Frederica’s heart, in her very soul.

Even that despair turned into pleasure as the falling Frederica’s waist was propped up by tentacles so that she wouldn’t fall.

“Plea… please…”

Frederica knew that it wouldn’t spare her from mere words.

This time, she was placed on all fours.

Positioned like an animal, her womb that was even now being kneaded from within grew hot.

She recalled the first time she was violated by it.

Her freedom had been taken from her by the paralytic poison and it kept bringing her to her climax just by her prided chest. It kept making her cum even if she pleaded.

Not caring about what she felt, it simply continued violating, violating, and violating.

It kept going even when Frederica reached her limit, raping her nonstop and causing her to wake from cumming.

“Hiiii…”

Resembling a scream, it was her anticipation.

Frederica’s consciousness was fading, but even like that, she knew deep down that she would still be raped.

And that this time, a woman’s most important place, the sacred area that nurtures babies, would be the thing being violated. Like the first time and like everything up till this point, until the slime was satisfied, it would happen over and over. Disregarding her feelings, even if she climaxed, even if she fainted… even if she broke, it wouldn’t let her go.

“Afu… nn…”

Her waist, propped up by the tentacle inside her, went into many small spasms. Frederica was exciting herself simply through her own wild imagination.

In that way, while twitching, while in pain, she weakly shook her hips. It was weak, but as her rocking exposed even her anus, it was a salacious invitation.

“Stoooop… already…”

Tears, sweat, saliva, a running noze… every sort of body fluid dripped onto the Black Ooze’s liquids. New tentacles rose up and wrapped around her dangling breasts.

Squeezing while massaging them, the tentacles rubbed her hardened nipples.

(Those are… nipples are… noooo…)

In stark contrast to her thoughts, Frederica’s expression was clouded by lust.

Her lips curved into a smile and her previously wide-open eyes shut, wettened by tears.

Pain accompanied her humiliation, but Frederica, who wound up desiring it herself, held no more doubts.

“That’s—that’s the place for a babyyyy—”

In other words, the woman begged it.

—So please, rape me.

 

 

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8 thoughts on “Inside the Cave of Obscenity v2 — Ch 3 Pt 1

  1. Well, it’s great hentai (if a little over-egged) but the story itself is kinda…
    I mean, it feels like I’ve literally read the words “nipples” and “tentacles” about a thousand times already….and I have a feeling this is just gonna be ‘rinse and repeat’ with a new girl victim for the tentacles every chapter?
    Maybe needs more substance?
    The author needs to ‘bring balance to the force’ instead of going all Darth Tentacle on us, maybe? lol

    1. if Freddy Foreshadowing, the first chapter, has anything to do with anything, its gonna turn into a tentacle man…or something

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