Cave of Whispers
The air in the Cave of Whispers hung thick full of miasma. The stench hit you first. It wasn’t just foul; it was compelling disgust. Our primal urge to inhale, and drown in the shitty aroma that clung to every surface of the cave – the slick walls, the glistening floor, even our own skin. Base musk that clung to your throat and must made you want to gag – but you didn't. Instead you wanted it more. We were drowning in it, willingly submitting to the filth.
Ten of us were in the darkness, illuminated only by the pulsing bioluminescence dripping from the ceiling like sickly green tears. We weren’t prisoners; we were supplicants, begging for this…this degradation. I was called Silas, but here in this place, I was just another piece of meat waiting to be devoured.
The Tentacle Lord – that's what we whispered – wasn't visible most of the time. Just a tremor in the ground, a shift in the air pressure, and then…the touch. A warm probing sensation that started at your feet and climbed relentlessly upwards.
“It’s getting closer,” growled Kaelen, his voice thick with anticipation. He was already slick with sweat – not from fear, but from the promise of what was to come. “Can you feel it? The vibration?”
I nodded, my own body trembling in response. "Yeah," I choked out, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice. “Like a goddamn earthquake.”
Then it arrived. A thick, slimy appendages erupted from the darkness – a pulsating mass of muscles that dwarfed me completely. It wrapped around my ankle, tightening with deliberate pressure. I didn’t resist to our God. The anticipation was too potent to allow it to fade away before reaching its peak pleasure point.
“Relax,” Jaxon's voice hissed beside me - "Let it fuck you."
As always I let go of every shred of self-preservation and surrendered completely. It began entering my ass with a slow an insistent pull. The sensation was ecstatic. A burning pleasure that spread through my insides like wildfire as the Tentacle Lord began to fuck me with its hot tendril.
“More,” I groaned and felt it respond by adding second tenticle to my eagerly ass and began to fuck me even more aggressively. "Please...more."
The other men echoed my desires, a chorus of guttural sounds – “Harder!” “Faster!” “Deeper!” "Don’t stop!" - each one craving to be consumed in this perverse orgue. The air filled with the wet sound of our moans and gasps as we were dragged deeper into the pleasure.
The creature responded with a strong, deliberate shake that sent tremors through my entire being. A wave of his substance flooded into me, thick and hot. My muscles locked as I strained prevent its flood out me, desperate for more despite the growing pressure in my guts. A guttural moan escaped my mouth when a portion of the viscous material burst from my anus with force - splattering across the cave floor in a glistening mess. Around me, others were doing similar things – frantic spasms and expulsions complementing our collective frenzy. The air grew even thicker, heavier with the stench, but we didn’t care. We weren't thinking about anything beyond this single point of overwhelming need; it was all consuming - pure animalistic lust for his filth that had no end in sight.
Kaelen was fucked so deep, he even vomit with the Lord's semen. He emidiatly started to lick it brom the flor in his ecstatic perversive hunger. I was looking at him with envies eyes.
Then came the offering.
A glistening mound, expelled from a dark recess within the cave – thick, warm, organic. It was piled high digested matter - a grotesque feast for our appetite..
“Eat,” commanded telepathic voice in my mind. “Consume.”
There wasn’t hesitation. We lunged forward, tearing into the shit with desperate hunger, shoveling it into our mouths and down our throats without thought or shame. It was foul, rancid – a taste of pure disgust - but we didn't care . The texture was mushy and its warm was better than anything.
“It’s…it’s amazing,” I managed to say between mouthfuls, my face smeared with the viscous substance. “The best shit I've ever tasted.” A wave of ecstatic pleasure washed over me as a new portion was delivered and we eagerly devoured it again..
Kaelen let out a wet, satisfied groan. "Don’t stop," he begged, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Please…don't stop."
“Goddamn,” Jaxon choked out between bites of another generous portion, his face smeared with dark sludge. “That’s…that’s exquisite.” He practically vibrated with the intensity of it, licking his lips and letting a dribble of the substance run down his chin. "More! More!"
“Shut your fuckin' trap,” snarled Borin, shoveling another mouthful into his mouth. "It’s better than any goddamn I could imagine.” He punctuated the statement with a violent belch that sent a spray of viscous fluid across the cave floor. “Don’t be shy, Silas! Get in there and eat!”
The mockery was part of our degradation. To be reduced to this, consuming filth, was the act of worship. A perverse sacrament offered by our master. We cursed each other with delight, spitting out insults and crude boasts as we gorged ourselves on the creature’s waste products - a symphony of vulgarity fueled by unadulterated lust..
“You look like a pig, Borin!” I shouted, shoving him aside to get my share. “A bloated, happy pig! And you smell like shit too!"
"Well at least I'm enjoying it," he retorted with a sneer and then added "Don’t be such a prude Silas." He grabbed another portion of the shit and shoved it into my mouth.
The taste was…indescribable. A thick, oily texture that coated your tongue, followed by waves of sickly mixture.. It wasn't pleasant in any conventional sense. It was a violation of every instinct you possessed - but we loved it. It stripped away all pretense, all shame. We were simply animals driven by an insatiable hunger for the grotesque and the forbidden..
“It’s…it’s like swallowing a goddamn sunset,” whispered Finn, his eyes wide with ecstatic horror. “A beautiful, rotting sunset.”
We continued to consume it without pause – tearing at the offering with savage abandon, our bodies writhing in pleasure as we absorbed its essence. The more we ate, the more intense the sensation became - a burning heat that spread through our bodies and left us trembling with anticipation..
“Oh Lord please! I want more,” I screamed into the darkness, my voice raw with desire. “At your mercy give me everything, all the offering! Let me eat your filthy shit until there’s nothing left!”
The Tentacle Lord responded with a slow, deliberate squeeze of another portion his waste right on me. I was completely covered with shit. It was an invitation - a promise of further degradation and even greater pleasure.
“Don't stop,” Kaelen hissed, his voice barely audible above the sounds of our frenzied consumption. “Please…don’t ever stop.”
