[lcdrjmc] RP: Tentacle, My Tentacle 
(f/+tentacle nc sci-fi) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

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Tentacle, My Tentacle

   The beautiful teenager laid back on her recliner and 
surveyed the opulent scene spread out before her.  
   It was the perfect summer's day at the beach.  The sun 
blazed high over a cloudless blue sky, the calm, surprisingly 
clear water of the small bay reflecting the light like a 
thousand tiny mirrors.  The sand, although quite hot to 
the touch, was firm and clean, gleaming white in the full 
light of the sun.  The 40-or-so people surrounding her, 
mostly in their 20's and 30's, all had that expensive 
golden Californian health-club look about them.
   So, if everything's so admittedly goddamn perfect, 
Carolyn fumed to herself, why do I hate it here so much?
   She knew that the Stark Country Club was one of those 
very exclusive places along the California Pacific 
Coastline, one of those places where the monthly 
membership fees alone could keep a Central American 
nation going for a year.  Her parents would always 
positively gush whenever her wealthy Aunt and Uncle 
invited the family over for a day at the club.
   Carolyn was only there as a guest of her older cousin, 
Tiffany, who was a junior at the local private college.  
It was the Fourth of July weekend blowout at the club and 
Tiffany swore that this was the place to be, where it 
would definitely be happening, but without the mobs.  
   Tired of the usual jam at the public beaches, Carolyn 
was ready for anything a little less crowded.  The fact 
that she just might hook up with some good-looking rich 
college guy and be the envy of her senior class at 
McKinley High School this fall was also a factor in her 
going to the club.
   They had been at the Club's exclusive beach now for 
three hours and for Carolyn it had been a disaster.  
Everyone treated her like a little kid.  The girls, just 
a few years older than her, but all in exclusive 
colleges, hardly bothered to recognize her existence at 
all.  Her suit, a gleaming white, sung,  French-cut one-
piece (which she thought really showed her trim figure to 
advantage), was practically an overcoat compared to the 
thongs everyone was wearing.  She hadn't seen so many 
naked female butts since she was in the shower during gym last 
year!  
   The rich, good-looking college guys she was so looking 
forward to meeting were here, all right.  All they wanted 
to do with her was dump hot sand down her cleavage (she 
had worn this suit just for them) and watch her run 
squealing for cover, where she would once again have to 
take it off and shake out the hot, scratchy sand.  The 
jerks!
   Carolyn loved to swim and these idiots hadn't even 
been in the water yet.  After three hours!  It was 
maddening.  All they wanted to do was eat cheese and drink 
imported beer.
   So here she was, quietly frying her brains out in the 
blazing sun at this exclusive shit-hole.  
   With disgust, she saw her cousin's friends were now 
actually getting ready to go into the water.
   "This ought to be good," the teenager smirked to 
herself.
   Sure enough, when this group finally decided to 
actually venture out into the water, it meant going to a 
large platform that was anchored about 150 feet from the 
beach.  Laden with towels, blankets, and the inevitable 
coolers, the group practically walked to the platform.  
   Carolyn was the last person to enter the water and the 
first to arrive at the platform, and she wasn't even 
trying.
   Once there, the members of the group set up shop and 
promptly resumed the same reclining positions they had 
occupied on the beach.
   For Carolyn, it proved the last straw.  Furious, she 
dove off the three-foot side of the platform and struck 
out swiftly away from shore.  When she had finally worked 
off her anger, she stopped and had a look around.  
   She found herself quite alone and far from shore.  Oh, 
great, she thought, as she contemplated the long swim 
back to the beach.  
  "Must have been madder than I thought," she said 
ruefully.
   Carolyn was still fuming about this latest outrage 
when she felt something cold and soft touch her high on 
her right hip.  
  "Hey! Cut that out!" she yelled to her unseen 
antagonist.  Angry, she quickly ducked under the clear 
water but could see no one around her.  All she saw was a 
small gray shape with what looked like many arms hovering 
around her right hip.  Even without a face mask, she 
could see it quite clearly.  That can't be it, she 
thought as she looked all about the emptiness surrounding 
her once again.  She came up to the surface, her eyes 
burning from their exposure to the sea water.  She 
suspiciously looked around the surface for any sign of 
those sneaky fraternity guys, but there was still no sign 
of anyone around her.
   Quietly treading water,  Carolyn contemplated the 
remainder of the day.  Her cousin just had to take her 
home.  That's all there was to it, she thought.
   She went back under for one last look, not wanting to 
be ambushed by anyone while she was swimming toward 
shore.  To her surprise, the octopus was still right 
beside her, at the level of her waist. I seem to have 
made a friend, she thought. Cute little fella, too, for a 
mollusk. 
   Back on the surface, she readied herself for the long 
swim back to the beach.  No way would she return to the 
platform, she knew.  She was finished with those people 
for good!  
   "Whoa!  What was that?"  She ducked under the 
surface to find that the octopus had attached several of 
its tentacles to the fabric of her suit, directly above 
her right leg-hole.  
  Carolyn was an avid conservationist who firmly believed 
that all animals, if left alone, posed no threat to 
people what so ever.  So, Carolyn was reluctant to make 
any sudden moves which might seem threatening to the 
little creature, even though it was now clinging to her 
suit.  She knew she was well protected by her single-
piece swim suit.  Yet, in spite of her good intentions, 
her flesh trembled as the octopus moved its tentacles 
over the smooth, thin material of her suit. 
   She became so fascinated by the actions of her marine 
companion that her lungs started to burn from lack of 
oxygen.  She silently said good-by to the octopus and 
returned to the surface, gasping for air.
   As she regained her breath, Carolyn could feel the 
soft tentacles encircle her hips.  She couldn't believe 
it!  It was almost as if they were trying to find a way 
into the tight French-cut leg-holes of her suit!
  "Oh, no!" she cried.  "What if it's looking for a 
place to nest or something?"
  Back under the surface, she tried to carefully brush 
the animal away, but it refused to budge.  When it 
finally did move, she could only watch fascinated as some 
tentacles moved around to the front of her suit and the 
main body of the octopus pulled itself there.
     Disgusted, Carolyn returned to the surface.
   "I don't believe this," Carolyn muttered.  There has 
to be a way of getting this thing off without hurting it, 
she thought.
   Back under the surface, she tried to gently lift the 
octopus away from her, but it was clamped so strongly to 
the thin fabric she felt she was in danger of tearing her 
suit in the process.  Frustrated, she returned to the 
surface, her eyes burning from their prolonged exposure 
to the salt water.
  "Can't keep this up," she sputtered, shielding her 
sore eyes from the glaring sun.  "O.K., have it your 
way, then."
   Using an easy rhythm, Carolyn started her long swim 
towards shore, with the octopus still attached to the 
front of her tight suit, right over her stomach.  This 
should give the little stinker something to think about, 
she thought gleefully.
   As she swam, Carolyn began to sense the oddest 
sensation between her legs. Swimming had always made her 
feel a little sexy anyway, but never anything like this!  
She could feel some of the animal's tentacles flailing 
the water around her upper thighs, rubbing the sensitive 
flesh there.  As if that were bad enough, some had even 
worked their way between her thighs and were 
inadvertently landing again and again directly upon the 
pronounced vee of her pubic bulge, right on the thin 
material covering her crotch, causing some touching right 
on her vulva!
   Oh, my! she thought.  That's getting a little 
personal, don't you think, octopus?  She considered 
briefly about stopping, but decided against it.  If I 
stop for every little thing, she thought, then I'll never 
get to shore.  Besides, it wasn't like it was some low-
life trying to cop a feel or anything.  She was sure she 
could take a little discomfort until she got to shore, 
and then it would be her turn!
   As time went on, the tappings became more regular, 
more insistent, and much more difficult for her to 
ignore.  She tried swimming on her side and even on her 
back, but without success.  The octopus's tentacles 
seemed to naturally find their way right between her 
legs.   The repeated tappings continued to grow in 
intensity, occasionally even turning into outright slaps 
which would take her breath away, and all happening 
directly onto her increasingly sensitive vulva.
   She had never had anything like this happen to her 
before, and she was at a complete loss as to what to do 
about it.  It was her body's most secret and private of 
places, and here this stupid sea creature was 
(inadvertently of course) constantly touching her there!
   Carolyn continued her easy pace towards the beach.  
Unfortunately, the strange feelings continued to grow 
between her legs.  Soon she could feel tentacles moving 
over the taut fabric covering her firm buttocks, and 
before long they were starting to tingle as well.  But, 
it was the presence of the animal's body, still clinging 
to the lower front of her bathing suit, that she felt the 
most.
   God damn it!  Why did it have to settle right there, 
of all places? Carolyn thought with exasperation.  It was 
causing her to feel quite excited.  It's a good thing 
that creature doesn't know what it was doing to her, she 
thought.  It was in a position to really cause her some 
serious problems! 
   As she continued her swim, she felt her face grow 
flush at the constant unintentional stimulation her body 
was receiving from the octopus.  This is getting out of 
hand, she thought.  Problem is, if I stop to get rid of 
that damn animal now, I might never make it back to 
shore.  It must be scared to death by now, she thought.  
It can't hang on for too much longer, can it?  All I have 
to do is keep focused on the swim back and it will drop 
off soon enough. If only this didn't feel so good!
   But, to her dismay, the octopus clung to her suit more 
tenaciously than ever.  She could even feel the front of 
her suit being pulled down a bit due to the drag of the 
octopus on it.  In fact, her suit had dragged down so 
much her pert breasts were almost in danger of popping 
out!  Wait a minute, she thought.  Something isn't right 
here.  Then she felt it.  There was now a second octopus, 
and it was clinging directly to the tight fabric covering 
her chest.
   "As if one wasn't enough!" Carolyn wailed to herself.  
"What am I, the local Beach Express?"
   The weight of the octopus on her chest was not only 
causing her suit to lower itself in front, it was causing 
it to rise in back as well.   It was as if the octopus on 
her chest was deliberately bunching up the suit's 
material, causing it to fit her body tighter and tighter.  
She could feel her ass cheeks become more and more 
uncovered as the fabric moved up and over the flexing 
muscles of her firm buttocks and gather directly into her 
ass crack.  The pull on her front was for some reason 
causing her suit's crotch band to dig painfully right 
into her sensitive pussy.
   She could feel tentacles moving freely over her now 
exposed buttocks.  She knew it was crazy but it really 
seemed like the tentacles of the lower octopus had 
actually helped her bathing suit be pushed farther and 
farther up her ass cheeks.  
   "I hope you're satisfied," she muttered to the lower 
mollusk. Like it or not, she thought, she herself was now 
wearing a thong.  Her behind was completely exposed!
   Wow! she thought.  I'd better be careful what I think 
about them or I'll really start flipping out!  They are 
just dumb animals, and, aside from being very annoying 
and terribly embarrassing, that's all they are.  She was 
just passing by, fortunately for them and very 
unfortunately for her.
   She ruefully remembered the time last summer when she 
and some friends had gone to the city park.  A dog had 
come up unbeknownst behind her and had stuck his 
nose right up underneath the short skirt she was wearing 
that day.  Carolyn's scream had brought people running 
from all over the park, and it was a very big park.  The 
dog was so scared that when the owner finally coaxed it 
out from where it was hiding underneath a bush, she had 
to carry the trembling animal home.  Carolyn had never been so 
embarrassed, and had vowed then and there to try and have 
a much more understanding attitude toward seemingly 
inappropriate animal behavior.
   She continued her swim.
   The sensations coming from her lower belly were 
intensifying.  The tight fabric digging into her crotch 
made her labia all that much more susceptible to the 
tentacles clinging there.  What was going on down there? 
she wondered.  She could feel quite clearly the pulsing 
of the tentacles' suction cups through her thin suit on 
her lower abdomen.  
   Her shoulder straps were now starting to cut painfully 
into her shoulders.  Her suit was so tight now that every 
time she moved an arm in front of her for a stroke, she 
could feel her suit dig deep into her vulva.  As if those 
damned animals weren't enough, now she was turning 
herself on!
   Yes!  She realized to her horror that she could feel 
building inside of her the same, oh so secret feelings 
she had occasionally given herself while taking a bath 
(followed of course by her usual fits of guilt and 
remorse).  She was being turned on!  Carolyn couldn't 
believe what was happening to her.  Everything kept 
exciting her.  Everything!  
   Oh my!  Maybe this was God's punishment for those few 
times she brought herself to climax while taking a bath!
   "I'm sorry, God!"  she cried.  "It won't happen again.  
I promise!"
   But the stimulation's to her healthy young body 
continued without letup.
   Her suit front was now low enough so that her nipples 
were constantly rubbing against the suit's upper seam.
   A few nasty tentacles now worked they way down the 
front of her suit and attached themselves directly over 
her crotch!  She was sure she could actually feel the 
pulsings of the tentacle's suckers on the lips of her 
increasingly sensitive vulva.  It was maddening!  The 
sensitive skin of her inner thighs continued to rub 
against the soft texture of the tentacles working between 
them. 
   The second octopus was also being busy.  Tentacles had 
wrapped themselves around her pointed breasts which were 
being rhythmically squeezed.  Others seemed fascinated 
with her increasingly sensitive nipples, now so hard they 
felt they were going to poke a hole right through her 
suit.
   All in all, it was really starting to get to her.
   She felt her breasts become heavy within her suit top, 
her breath coming faster, her skin positively tingling 
with sensation.  She knew that if she didn't get out of 
the water soon she was going to get it off right there!
   Carolyn soon lost track of everything except the 
fantastic sensations rising from her breasts and vagina.  
Dazed, she looked up once to check her progress and found 
to her horror she had been swimming parallel to the beach 
and not towards it.  
   "Oh my God!"  she muttered.  She knew she was now too 
tired to make the beach.  Now, it had to be the platform 
or nothing.  She would just have to face the humiliation 
of rejoining the group she had so recently and so 
publicly rejected.
   During her pause, she felt the octopuses moving, and 
their activity caused her great concern.  
   The one over her stomach moved down and wedged itself 
directly between her legs, right over her vulva.  It was 
terribly embarrassing for the girl but there was nothing 
she could do, until she got herself on dry land.  Please, 
God, don't let anyone see me like this, she prayed 
feverently.
   Carolyn was so concerned with the actions of the first 
octopus, she completely overlooked the actions of the 
second.  This mollusk had moved up and was now running 
tentacles directly into Carolyn's increasingly lowered 
neckline, and tentatively onto the soft white flesh of 
the unsuspecting girl's increasingly vulnerable breasts.
   She resumed her swim, becoming more and more aware of 
this flood of sexual feelings building for some reason 
she couldn't for the life of her understand.  She could 
sense that her healthy 18-year old body was responding 
eagerly to the unintentional yet continuous caresses.
   "No!" Carolyn automatically shouted, trying to fight 
the rising pressure within her as she continued her swim 
to the platform.  Yet, in spite of her resolve, the 
debate stormed deep within her.  The delicious feelings 
continued to build and a secret part of her wanted to 
enjoy them.  Carolyn could barely continue her swimming, 
so overwhelming were the sensations radiating from her 
pulsing pussy!   She knew she was a good girl, and her 
sexual experiences were very limited to say the least.  
Under the secret and sensual water, who would ever know 
what happened if she should give in to the feelings 
rising so strongly within her??
   It's not fair, she thought, as the octopuses' flailing 
tentacles continued their devilish work on her vulnerable 
cunt and breasts.  She knew that some had even worked 
their way into her bodice, and were actually touching her 
sensitive breast flesh!  It was all she could do to keep 
from screaming at the very thought.  They were just dumb 
animals, she kept repeating to herself.  They can't have 
any idea what they were doing to her.  They were just 
dumb animals.
   She was within an arm's reach of the float when her 
body finally betrayed her.
   "Aaaaugh!" she cried as the orgasm wracked her over-
stimulated body. She could only float as her mind was 
flooded with sexual sensations. 
   NO!  It's impossible!  It's impossible! Carolyn's mind 
screamed as her body spasmed.  I've actually climaxed in 
my swim suit!
   When the major shock waves had subsided, Carolyn 
tiredly made her way to the float.  As she clung gasping 
to one of the lines hanging from the sides of the float, 
she was shocked to discover that the furious stimulation 
of her crotch continued.  She wasn't swimming any more, 
yet it seemed the tentacles between her legs were more 
active then ever.  
   She ducked under the water and saw with horror that 
the octopus over her pubic area was almost a blur of 
activity.  What the hell was the damned thing up to, 
anyway? she wondered.  What could it be thinking of?
   She was reaching for the offending mollusk, determined 
this time to get it off of her regardless of the cost, 
when she was unexpectedly overcome by her second orgasm.
   Oh, my God! she thought, as she fought her spasmming 
body to reach the relative safety of the surface.  I've 
done it again!  Mom said it only happened once and then 
you were done.  What's wrong with me?
   When the quaking within her finally stopped, Carolyn 
with feelings of relief tried to pull herself up onto the 
raft, but the seductive action of the octopus on her 
fabric-covered crotch never stopped.  What was it doing 
down there? she wondered again as her third orgasm 
unexpectedly hit her.
  "Oh!" she gasped, as her body was once again 
convulsed by the sexual spasms.   After feeling so safe, 
the third struck her even more fiercely than the first 
one.   Falling back into the water, the astonished 
Carolyn could only hang helpless onto the line, unable to 
react or even really notice when the octopus moved up 
the front of her suit until it was right on the edge of 
her bodice.  
   After the all-consuming sensations once again died, 
Carolyn suddenly realized the familiar presence of the 
octopus between her legs was missing.  Her strong young 
body had never felt so limp to her before.  If was if all 
of the strength had been drained out of her.  All she 
wanted to do right now was curl up in a ball and sleep on 
the sun-drenched beach.  What was the matter with her?
   She began to feel an unfamiliar tingly sensation 
coming from her breasts.  She looked down and saw with a 
shock that the octopus had attached itself to the vee of 
her cleavage, some of its tentacles well inside her 
bodice, her breasts now being manipulated from both the 
inside and outside of her suit.  Was no part of her body 
safe from these creatures? she thought with despair, as 
she made her way the remaining few feet which separated 
her from the platform.
   "OH!"  gasped Carolyn, as her sensitive nipples began 
to be repeatedly tweaked inside her swim suit.   
   "A little time in the sun will fix your wagon," the 
dazed teenager said through clenched teeth, as she 
reached for one of the ropes which hung from the 
platform's sides.
   The octopus at her bodice suddenly dove into the 
girl's cleavage.
   "EEEEEEeeeck!!!"  Carolyn shrieked as she felt the 
cold presence of the octopus between her breasts. 
   "It's in my suit! It's in my suit!" she repeatedly 
screamed as she frantically pulled her arms from the 
shoulder straps and quickly pulled her suit down off of 
her chest.   But, before she could reach it, the octopus 
had already begun to ooze its way down inside the tight 
suit.  Try as she might, no matter how low she pulled the 
suit, the octopus was always one step ahead of her, 
working it way between her breasts and down her stomach 
and abdomen.
     Soon the suit was bunched around Carolyn's upper 
thighs, but the octopus had already fastened itself 
directly onto the teenager's vulva.  
   "Oh my God!" she gasped.  The presence of the octopus 
directly on her virgin cunt was electric!  The girl had 
both of her hands on the body of the octopus, but could 
not dislodge it.  She could feel suckers working directly 
on her slit.  She tried to fight off the rising pressure 
within her as she wrestled with her small molester, but 
it was hopeless.  She knew she couldn't handle another 
cuming, she just couldn't!
   She battled with the octopus until a sucker on her 
clitoris began to manipulate the little bud.
  "OH!"  
  Overwhelmed by sensations, she could only hold on to 
her tormentor for dear life as she was deliberately 
peaked yet again and again.  Finally, with the ravaged 
18-year old on the point of fainting, it mercifully 
stopped.  Why was it doing this to her? her stunned mind 
asked again and again, as she waited for her body's 
puslations to finally cease.  How was this even possible?  
They're animals.  They're animals!
   She was so dazed by her repeated orgasms, she failed 
to notice the octopuses pulling her suit down her hips, 
past her thighs and finally off her legs.
   When the teenager finally had the energy and the 
courage to look under the water, she saw with vast relief 
that the creatures had gone, but then so had her suit!
   "That's just great!" the exhausted Carolyn cried, 
bursting into tears.  "Now what am I suppose to do?"
   Sobbing, she clung naked to the rope.  It was on the 
far side of the platform where she was thankfully hidden 
from any prying eyes on the beach.  Eventually, she got a 
grip on her shattered emotions.  I must figure a way out 
of this.  I can't stay here like this, completely naked-
what if someone should see her!  She thought with 
resentment of any attempt of explaining what had happened 
to her suit to this crowd of jokers.  I know, she 
thought.  I'll just stay here in the water until they 
return to shore, then ask Tiffany to leave me a beach 
towel or something.  Perfect!  This will work.
   Carolyn's rising confidence immediately crashed when 
she felt a familiar touch on her right leg.   
   "Oh, no." Carolyn softly groaned.  "Please, not 
again.".
   She dove under the water, determined this time to be 
as hard as she had to be to protect herself.  She froze 
when she saw in the sun-lit shallows not just one or two 
small gray shapes, but hundreds all around her!
  Oh, my God!  I've got to get out of here! she thought 
as she frantically made for the surface.  She sped for 
the rope and was half-way out of the water when she 
looked down and saw her breasts and neatly trimmed pubic 
hair glistening with water in the sun.  In her panic she 
had forgotten she was still naked!
   "Tiffany!" she weakly cried as she dropped back into 
the water.  "Anyone!  Help!  Please, help me!"
   But no one came.  They must hear her up on the 
platform, she thought frantically.   They must!
   Something cold and soft immediately touched her just 
above her pubic triangle.  She ducked back under the 
water and saw with horror a single octopus poised 
directly in front of her pubic hair.   She instinctively 
bent over to protect her vulnerable crotch, while using 
her hands to try and push the animal away.  Carolyn was 
so intent on what was happening in front of her, she 
totally ignored what could be happening behind her.  When 
an octopus attached itself directly over her buttocks, 
her hips jerked forward as the startled Carolyn's hands 
flew behind her to try and remove this humiliating 
attachment.  Her hips jerked so far forward that the 
first octopus was thrust directly onto Carolyn pubic 
triangle, where it clung eagerly.
   A third octopus now attached itself directly onto 
below her left breast.  As she struggled frantically to 
remove the octopus which had now wedged itself into the 
narrow crevasse between her buttocks, Carolyn was only 
vaguely aware of the octopus below her chest.  
   When she returned to the surface for a quick gulp of 
air, Carolyn had only a brief time to notice that another 
octopus had attached itself to her before she returned to 
her struggle beneath the surface.  I'll take care of  
that later, she thought.  Try as she might, she could not 
dislodge the persistent mollusk from between her 
buttocks.  As she struggled, she failed to notice another 
octopus fasten itself below her right breast.
   Still occupied with what was happening behind her, the 
other octopuses were free to fastened their tentacles 
around Carolyn's proud upthrust breasts.  Each breast now 
began to be rhythmically squeezed.  A single tentacle 
rose from each creature and wrapped itself around the 
girl's stiff nipples.  Her nipples were expertly stroked 
into diamond hardness.  She felt this latest humiliation, 
but realized she was powerless to do anything about it.  
She couldn't be everywhere at once.  There were simply 
too many of them.
   Suddenly exhausted from the useless struggle, she 
broke for the surface, determined to leave the water at 
any costs.  She clung to the rope, sobbing, and gathered 
her failing strength for one last effort.  As the panting 
Carolyn waited, she felt the creatures move freely about 
her once proud body, now naked and completely vulnerable 
to them.  She even had to make it easier for them, 
because she had to remain very low in the water due to 
her missing suit.  What had happened to her bathing suit, 
anyway? she thought dully, timidly looking around her in 
the water for any sign of it.
   More and more octopuses attached themselves to her 
defenseless  body.  Soon, only her arms, legs, and head 
remained free of them.  The thought of being covered by 
those cold, slimy bodies drove Carolyn to the brink of 
madness.   In her last rational thought, she realized 
that the octopuses were covering her body in exactly the 
same pattern of her missing swimsuit.  After that, all 
reason left the teenager.
   She screamed and flailed the water frantically, trying 
to free herself of the clinging mollusks.  She didn't 
even notice when the first tentacles entered her vagina.  
It was when the tentacles entered her anus that a last 
degree of sanity returned to her.  Purely guided by some 
last instinct for self-preservation, Carolyn dragged herself up 
the rope and threw her twitching body onto the empty deck 
of the platform.
   
   On the beach, Tiffany shifted in her recliner.  She 
could still see that her cry-baby cousin Carolyn, after 
hanging off of the same rope for the past hour or so, had 
finally gotten out of the water.  What a mistake it was 
to bring her here today, she thought.  Little Miss 
Perfect was acting surprisingly petulant for some 
reason, and she was simply ruining the entire day for 
everyone.  
   "Ah, there she goes," Tiffany said to her companions 
as she watched Carolyn slowly pull herself up the rope 
and onto the platform.  Her suit, once a gleaming white, 
now looked gray and lumpy.  
   "Stupid idiot.  She was probably grubbing around on 
the bottom again," Tiffany muttered.  
   Her group of friends could and did suffer Carolyn's 
ill manners for Tiffany's sake, but when she deliberately 
splashed sea water on their food with her dive off of the 
platform- well, enough was enough!  Everyone had 
immediately gone back to their old places on the beach, 
leaving the platform deserted.
   She gave Carolyn one last look before returning to her 
group.  In spite of the perfect day, the beautiful 
teenager seemed strangely riled and was thrashing about 
on the deck.  There was also a great deal of activity 
right where she had exited the water, just below the 
surface.  Must be waves going against the platform, she 
thought.
   A couple of the guys offered to go back out there and 
"check her out", but that kind of competition Tiffany 
didn't need.  Besides, if being by herself and throwing a 
tantrum is what she wants, then so be it.  

   When Tiffany went out to the platform to get her 
cousin at the end of the day, she was shocked.  She found 
the unconscious teenager stark naked and completely 
covered by small dead octopuses.  She was also wearing 
the strangest smile Tiffany had ever seen.  Tiffany 
quickly called to shore and had one of her friends bring 
the Club's paramedics.
   The paramedics were able to bring Carolyn around and 
asked her what had happened, but she could remember 
nothing after she dove off of the platform.   Probably 
hit your head during the dive, they told her.  
   "It's a good thing the octopuses were there to help 
you out," the chief paramedic told the still groggy 
Carolyn, as he discreetly reached between her open thighs 
and removed a dead octopus hanging half-way from her 
pussy, before wrapping her lush nude body reluctantly in 
a blanket.  This kid must really be sick, thought the 
chief, to do something like that to such a noble mollusk.
   "Wha...?" the bedraggled teenager responded.  "What did 
you say?  Who helped me?"
   "Well, it looks like they protected you.  They 
actually sacrificed their lives for you.  It's one for 
the books.  They saved you from getting some pretty nasty 
third-degree burns, your being naked like that.  And in 
this sun, too.  By the way, don't you know that it's 
against Club rules to go nude sunbathing around here?"

The End