Claimed By the Ocean
Cinnamon the Marine Biologist heads out on a research expedition where he is raped by his colleagues and then saved by the Ocean... but at what cost?
When I went to school for marine biology, I expected to work at an aquarium or maybe a museum of some sort after graduation. I thought about doing some offshore research, but never anything too deep or dangerous. I never expected that I would take a job where I would be going in a submarine down into the Abysal zone, but it felt right. Despite the protestations of my friends and family, I felt I could do nothing else but take the job.
On that fateful day, I lowered myself into the submarine with the pilot, Joseph, and the chief scientist, Dr. Michaelson. I was a research assistant, and we were going into a big trench in the Pacific Ocean to survey for signs of life.
Once we set off, Dr. Michaelson turned to me and asked, "So, what did you specialize in in school again?"
"Marine biology, with a focus on cephalopods," I told him.
"Ah, cephalopods! So... are you into tentacles?" he asked me.
I was taken aback by such a question from my boss, and hoped that I misunderstood what he was asking. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," he snapped. "Are you into tentacles, sexually?"
"I- I don't see how that is a relevant question to this job."
"I bet you are," he insisted. "You seem like a little slut who would enjoy having your body violated by tentacles, putting you in your place. You would be powerless to stop it."
I realized what taking this job might mean for me and desperately hoped that this wasn't an expedition that I would regret embarking on. "I am uncomfortable with this conversation topic. Could we talk about something else?"
"No, we can't," he said with a cruel smile. "I am the head scientist, and I am your boss. I get to choose the topic of conversation, and I get to choose what we do. I bet you would like being powerless to stop your body from being invaded sexually, wouldn't you?"
I didn't know what to say or how to respond. We were in a submarine, far from any other humans aside from the pilot, Joseph, who seemed unbothered by the conversation happening. I only managed a quiet "no, I wouldn't."
Dr. Michaelson smiled at me wider. "I'd like to see about that."
Before I realized what was happening, he was on top of me, tying my wrists with some cording from nearby. I was not strong enough to resist him, and he only laughed at my pleas for him to stop. He got my wrists securely bound and tied to a metal pole. I could not get away as he removed my pants and gently rubbing the outside of my pussy.
He spread my pussy open and examined it before telling me, "You have such a pretty pussy. What a good boy you are to let me use it, and then to let Joseph use it after me! I knew you were a slut the moment I saw you," he spoke gently in my ear.
"Please stop," I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I don't want this!"
Dr. Michaelson shoved his index finger inside of me and started thrusting it in and out. "Unfortunately for you, you are helpless. You are not going to be able to avoid being used." Then he inserted his middle finger as well and started thrusting more vigorously.
Once he was satisfied with how wet he made my pussy, he grabbed a roll of duct tape and firmly taped my mouth shut. He never spoke to me again, or even acknowledged me as a person after that except to call me a slut and a whore.
After taping my mouth, Dr. Michaelson removed his own pants to reveal a sizeable erect cock. He started by gently rubbing the head on the entrance of my vagina, filling me with a mixture of fear, disgust, arousal, and shame. Suddenly, he shoved his cock into me, thrusting wildly with concern only for his own pleasure.
Dr. Michaelson used me like a sex toy, roughly fucking my pussy against my will as I violently sobbed. At times, when I got too loud, he would wrap his hands around my throat and squeeze to force me to quiet down. While I tried to stay as quiet as possible, there were times when Dr. Michaelson was particularly rough in pounding my pussy, to the point that made it hard to contain my tears. It was so intense feeling the cock of this man, who was essentially a stranger, fucking my pussy and knowing that I was unable to stop it.
After Dr. Michaelson finished fucking me, he took over piloting while Joseph had his way with me similarly. Joseph was rough and hungry, never once speaking to me, just brutally using my pussy as I was helpless to resist.
Our descent took a few hours, and I tried my best to focus my attention elsewhere as Dr. Michaelson and Joseph took turns using my body. Trying my best to stop crying, I focused intensely on the small round window, watching as the light gradually faded into complete darkness as we descended into the trench, eventually reaching the abyssal zone, where sunlight can no longer reach. I did my best to focus on thinking about what life we might find in the trench, rather than the feeling of my coworkers' cocks inside of me or the fact that I was full of their cum and completely at their mercy.
Suddenly, I heard a voice that almost sounded human, but was slightly off. It did not sound like or appear to come from Dr. Michaelson or Joseph. It said to me: "wouldn't you rather be outside of the submarine? It looks so violent inside."
I was confused, but Dr. Michaelson and Joseph did not act like they heard anything. I heard the voice again: "don't you want to come out here instead, where we can embrace you?"
My mouth was taped and my coworkers did not seem to hear the same things I was hearing. So I tried thinking: "who are you? what are you talking about?"
"It is not important who I am, but I can save you. Do you want to be saved? Think about what is happening to you, and tell me if you'd like to continue enduring it." The voice was strong and almost melodic.
I was then mentally brought back to the rape I was experiencing. Joseph pounded into me roughly and wildly, and dragged his nails across my skin repeatedly, causing me to squirm and cry out in pain against the duct tape keeping my mouth shut. Contrary to Dr. Michaelson's approach of choking me when I got too loud, Joseph simply laughed at my crying. I felt humiliated to have my body taken from me in this way when I had come here with the goal of doing a serious job and putting my years of schooling to use. I couldn't help but think to myself that I didn't want to keep letting them use my body. I wanted to be free.
Joseph came inside of me again and headed over to Dr. Michaelson to swap out piloting again. Suddenly, I heard a loud alarm start, and both of them jumped to start trying to figure out the issue. I saw an error message pop up on every monitor: WARNING: PRESSURE BREACH, and my heart skipped a beat.
"Pressure breach? What fucking pressure breach?" I heard Joseph exclaim. "What the fuck did you do? I thought I could trust you piloting while I fucked the bitch!"
"Me!? I didn't do anything! Everything was going smoothly one minute and then alarms were going off the next!" Dr. Michaelson tried to explain. The two of them kept arguing as they attempted to get into the console and run a diagnostic.
Soon, I heard the voice come back and tell me, "Soon you will be mine. Do not be afraid."
As soon as the voice silenced, I felt tingling all over my body, and it looked like I was enveloped in a soft blue light that glowed all over my skin. My bindings undid themselves, unraveling as if they were nothing at all. Even the duct tape on my mouth crumbled into a pile of gray.
"What the fuck is happening to Cinnamon?" I heard Joseph say. Dr. Michaelson just stared at me in silent shock.
Then, in an instant, I was surrounded by what seemed to be a forcefield of some sort, and the entire submarine imploded on itself. While I heard no sound, I had full view of the horrific and indescribable image of the ocean crushing the submarine and everything and everyone inside of it, except for me. I could do nothing but watch in horror as everything was destroyed in less than a second.
Afterwards, I saw no debris or evidence that there was a submarine down here at all. Everything was totally annihilated, and despite having survived with my life, I had no way to get home and still did not understand what was happening to me. I was surrounded by a seemingly endless black void, my body suspended in the salty water, still glowing faintly. My heartrate sped up faster as I realized how little I understood of my circumstances.
Looking down, I saw what appeared to be tentacles rising up from below me. However, they were unlike the tentacles of any creature I remembered reading about in school. These tentacles glowed an even brighter blue, seemed impossibly long, and appeared to fade into the void. I never saw what they were attached to. Terrified, I attempted to swim upwards in a futile attempt to escape, but I was soon caught.
The tentacles were thick, firm, smooth, and cold. They wrapped around my arms and legs, holding me securely. I struggled to get away, but it was no use. The tentacles had many times the strength I had, and I was no match for them.
"You wanted to be outside of the submarine right?" I then heard in my head. "I am in charge here. I want to study you myself."
The tentacles forced open my legs, and I wanted to cry but was still in shock from the day's events and could not manage to produce the tears to do so. I finally understood that there was nothing I could do to prevent myself from being used. There was nowhere I could escape to and still remain alive, and my very existence seemed tied to the whims of this being.
I watched helplessly as one of the thick tentacles approached my pussy and began to enter it, sliding steadily into me until it felt like there was absolutely no more room in my pussy. The tentacle thoroughly explored my pussy and forced me to cum repeatedly, seemingly psychically sensing how to do so, overloading me with orgasms from both my clit and my cervix, pushing me far past the point where I could handle it, but forcing me to keep going. Soon I was nothing but a drooling mindless body to explore and use. I stared blankly, overwhelmed with the amount of stimulation and penetration I was receiving in my already-sore pussy.
I felt the glowing blue tentacles creeping all over my body, touching, feeling, and exploring each part of it. I felt like crawling out of my skin, but I was powerless against the mass of tentacles holding me in place and thoroughly exploring my body, inside and out. After what felt like an eternity of "studying" me, I finally heard the voice in my head again.
"Yes, I want you. I am going to release the pressure sheild. I know it will kill you, but I have already claimed you for the ocean. You will start a new life, and it will be mine. I will keep you pentrated while I release the sheild so that you can die thinking about your ultimate purpose."
Then, the pressure sheild was released, crushing my body instantly and ending my life. From that day on, I have existed only as a ghost in the abyssal trench. The tentacled being was right when they said my new life would be theirs. Fittingly, they are able to use my ghost in the same way they were able to use my physical body... except now for all eternity.