Hazel resurfaced from the freezing cold waters of Loch Morar. She looked up at the faces of her colleagues as they leaned over the side to help pull her back on board. The Faculty research vessel, or ‘the floating shithole’ as the Professor nicknamed it had never seemed so welcoming.
Loch Morar was the deepest loch in Scotland. At over three hundred metres deep, it was cold and dark. Hazel, along with the rest of the team was supposed to stay on board and use the sonar equipment to track the floor of the loch and drop lobster pot type nets to take samples. Something however had snagged one of the nets about fifteen metres below the surface and Hazel had reluctantly agreed to dive down and investigate.
Hazel swam down into the murky depths, using the powerful torch beam to follow the rope down towards the sample net. The darkness encroached on every side swallowing the torchlight. As she neared the net, she thought she saw large tentacles wrapped around the lobster pot but when she aimed the torch beam at it, they had disappeared.
There was nothing snagging the pot and Hazel held the pot in one hand as she turned and swam back to the surface.
“Fuck, that was dark.” Hazel shivered as she stepped onto the boat. “I need a hot shower to try and warm up.”
“Have you seen what’s in the pot, Hazel?”
She lowered the air tank to the deck and turned to see her supervisor, Professor McKinney peering intently into the pot as he lowered it into a tank of loch water.
“It’s an unusual wee beastie, whatever it is. We’ll know more when we can examine it properly back in the lab.”
Hazel felt the usual pang of jealousy as the other research assistant, Elspeth, leant in closer. She batted her eyelashes at the Professor as she simpered in agreement.
Under the spray of decidedly lukewarm water, Hazel fumed. Despite being a more experienced researcher and having been on the team for longer, Professor McKinney seemed to have taken to favouring Elspeth as the first choice whenever he needed assistance.
“‘Fuck that pretty little blue-eyed bitch,’” Hazel grumbled as she washed the loch water out of her dark curly hair. Hazel had taken a dislike to Elspeth on sight. Elspeth always seemed to dress in clothes that Hazel felt were a size too small. Hazel was also sure Elspeth must have a tic, she seemed to be rearranging her blonde hair so often.
It didn’t help that Dr Joe McKinney was a bit of a maverick. He acted as if he was Marine Biology’s answer to Indiana Jones. She had been so excited when she’d been selected as the post-grad researcher on McKinney’s team. He had led numerous expeditions collecting samples and unique specimens from all around the globe. And yes, of course, she’d fancied him but she’d never done anything about it. Elspeth however, well, she behaved like the way to get ahead was on her back with her legs spread.
Hazel reappeared back on deck, dressed in her regulation jeans and jumper just as the Professor was docking the boat into the harbour. The three of them carefully placed the tanks of samples into the truck once they had unloaded them from the boat. It was going to be a long drive back to Edinburgh. It had taken almost four hours to get up here and she was sure the Professor would drive more sedately on the way back with their precious cargo.
Elspeth naturally volunteered to sit up front with the Professor so Hazel spread herself out on the back seat and slept until the lights of the Forth bridge woke her up. She never tired of the view of the Forth Rail bridge as they crossed the Firth. It looked like a giant Meccano set as the summer sun set behind it.
As the ten o’clock news came on the radio, the Professor swung the van into the parking bay behind the John Muir Aquarium at Heriot-Watt University on the outskirts of Edinburgh. The night security man unlocked the lab and watched disinterestedly as they unloaded and stacked the specimen tanks.
“If you can be in for nine tomorrow morning, we’ll get started with cataloguing and mapping the samples against locations.”
Professor McKinney looked at Hazel for confirmation and Hazel inwardly seethed again as she imagined Elspeth would no doubt be spending the night with him.
The next morning, at 9 am, Hazel scanned her card against the door security system and made her way into the lab. She pulled her white lab coat over her sweater and had just opened the lid of the tank containing the pot she’d had to dive down to rescue when the door buzzed and the Professor and Elspeth came in together.
Hazel ran her eyes over Elspeth’s outfit, noting it was the same one she had been wearing yesterday. Her eyes met Elspeth’s, but the girl just grinned and shrugged.
“I was right. This is a curious wee beastie.”
Professor McKinney transferred the creature into a smaller transparent tank and the three of them crowded around.
It looked a bit like a cartoon drawing of an octopus. It had a large oval head and tiny tentacles which looked like they hadn’t developed properly. It had two large eyes with black pupils that reminded Hazel of Gizmo from the film, Gremlins.
“Awww, he’s such a cute little octopus,” Elspeth cooed.
Hazel was pleased to see that Elspeth’s inane comment drew a withering look of scorn from the Professor.
“I don’t think it’s an octopus, Professor.” Hazel pointed out. “It’s only got six tentacles.”
Hazel was just about to tell the Professor about the large tentacles she thought she had seen holding onto the pot in the loch when the phone rang. The Professor grabbed the receiver and had a short conversation which seemed to mainly consist of ‘Yes’, ‘Uh huh’ and ‘Right away.’
He hung up and turned, an excited look on his face.
“That was the University in Galway on the phone. Their research vessel is just back from an expedition at a previously uncharted field of hydrothermal vents along the Mid-Atlantic Ridge. They used a robot to get samples from almost three thousand metres under the sea. They have some amazing specimens and asked if I want to get involved.”
He paused, looking from one research assistant to the other.
“Hazel, as the senior research assistant, I’d like you to take over running the lab for the next two weeks.”
At last, Hazel thought. She glanced at Elspeth who wasn’t looking too amused before smiling at the Profesor and agreeing.
‘Of course, Professor. I’ll make sure everything is kept in perfect running order.”
“Thanks, Hazel, I knew I could count on you.” He smiled and turned to Elspeth. “Elspeth, if you want to come to Galway, it will be a great experience for you to see how a different team works. We should get packed as the team wants us in Galway tomorrow.”
Hazel felt like she’d been kicked in the teeth. “Fuck, I’m such a sucker,” she thought. She would be spending the next two weeks cataloguing the samples and trying to work out what they were while Elspeth was off in Ireland fucking the Professor.
She couldn’t bear to look at Elspeth. She knew the little whore would have a smug look on her face as she rushed off to hang up her lab coat and go home to pack. Not that she’d need to pack much, Hazel thought. No need for knickers where she’s going.
The next few days were, however, quite exciting as she got used to having the lab to herself. Every pot, all fourteen of them, had been logged with coordinates of which part of the loch they’d been collected from, together with spectrum analysis of the water. She’d tallied the water temperature measurements they’d taken on the day together with the depths of the sample pots and by correlating them with the scans of the loch floor, she had built a 3D map of where each creature had come from.
The only rogue specimen was her little octopus friend which she had taken to calling Gizmo. She couldn’t be exactly sure from where in the loch he’d been collected.
“Hello Gizmo,” she called out as she opened the lid of the tank.
While she’d been on her own, she’d begun to let Gizmo probe around her fingers as she dangled them in the tank. She’d felt a frisson of excitement when it swam it’s way over to her and rubbed itself against her hand.
“What are you?” she wondered. Its behaviour reminded her of a dog or a cat trying to snuggle in against its owner’s hand rather than a strange little sea creature. Without thinking, she lifted the creature up to have a better look at it and as she held it in her hand, it scampered over her palm and stroked the creases with one of its tentacles, almost like it was reading her fortune. Realising it was out of the water, she quickly lowered it back into the tank.
It floated on the surface, it’s eyes staring up at her. Hazel felt sure it was looking at her and she reached down and stroked its head, she thought again about the tentacles she thought she saw gripping the pot in the loch.
“Oh Gizmo. That was your mother, wasn’t it? She was trying to rescue you. That’s why the cage was stuck, wasn’t it?”
Gizmo just stared back at her. Hazel could have sworn the eyes were glistening with tears.
Hazel was puzzled. It appeared Gizmo could breathe out of water. Just what sort of creature are you? She wondered. She turned to her laptop and began a search.
Three hours later, she closed the laptop lid and stared again at Gizmo. It was still floating on the surface of the water, watching her. Her research had drawn a blank. There was nothing in seventeen scientific databases of anything resembling Gizmo. She’d ploughed through ScienceDirect, PubMed, JSTOR and DeepDyve and drawn blanks everywhere. By rights, Gizmo didn’t exist.
“I need a coffee I think, Gizmo. I’ll be back in a bit.”
The door closed and locked behind her. She slowly walked down the corridor, chastising herself for talking to it. After all, it’s only a six-legged octopus, isn’t it?
She poured a splash of milk into her Americano and turned to look for a seat. She made eye contact with a guy sitting at a table who smiled and indicated there were plenty of free seats by him. She felt the blush rise up her neck to reach her ears and quickly plonked herself down at the nearest empty chair and stared at her coffee cup until she felt the embarrassment fade.
Sitting in one of many of the University coffee docks, she watched the students and lecturers coming and going, As a researcher, she felt disjointed from the teaching side and with the Professor and the slut away, she felt quite lonely.
With a shock, she realised it was probably a month since she had last orgasmed. She’d split up with her boyfriend about three months ago and while she had been flirting with the Professor, once Elspeth had arrived on the scene, that had become a lost cause. When the batteries had run out in her vibe, she hadn’t even felt the urge to replace them.
That’s going to change, she decided. She’d get some batteries on the way home and she would try and be more outgoing the next time someone showed any interest in her.
Back in the lab, she dangled her fingers in the water. She’d enjoyed the sensations Gizmo’s tentacles had created as it scuttled across her palm and she slowly stroked the underside of Gizmo’s belly with a fingertip as it’s tentacles swirled about.
Gizmo wrapped all its tentacles around her finger and caressed it. The sensation was unlike anything she’d experienced before. The tiny tentacles caressed, suckled and fondled her finger, sending pulses through the neural pathways direct to her clit. The sudden sensation caused her pussy to contract and she felt the dampness ooze into her knickers.
She gripped the edge of the tank with her other hand. “Fuck,” she gasped. Her breathing was ragged. She locked eyes with Gizmo and despite not having a mouth, she was sure he was grinning at her as its eyes sparkled in the fluorescent lighting.
She put her other hand on his head and slowly eased him from her finger. When she released him, he turned, flicked his tentacles and swam down into the tank. She raised her hand to her face. Apart from a slight reddening, there was nothing to show that Gizmo had gripped her finger.
She sat on the chair, looking at Gizmo as he swam in the tank. She couldn’t really process what had just happened but this strange otherworldly creature had almost caused her to have an orgasm just by sucking her finger.
She blushed as she handed the pack of four AA batteries to the cashier in the supermarket on the way home. She was sure he could tell they were for a vibrator and she felt him silently judging her. She bustled her way out of the shop as quickly as possible and hurried home.
Lying on her bed, she slid the batteries into place. With her jeans and knickers pulled down around her ankles, she lay back and opened her thighs. The vibrator buzzed into life and she dragged it over her lips.
She tried to clear her mind of thoughts of the Professor and Elspeth in a hotel in Galway and tried to visualise other lovers, past, future, real and imagined but nothing seemed to work. The vibrating rod of silicone shuddered in her hand as she dragged it through her labia and over her folds. She circled it around her clit but it just wasn’t doing it for her. With a sigh of frustration, she shut the vibe off and threw it into the corner of the bedroom.
As she lay on the bed, recalling Gizmo suckling her finger came into her head. The memory of her pussy clenching and the drips of her juices oozing into her knickers flooded her mind. Her hand dropped to her mound and she slowly traced her finger through her curls and around her clit as the memories of earlier filled her head.
She sat up on the bed. Her mind was made up. Tugging her jeans back up, she grabbed her coat and keys and headed back to the University.
She waved hello to the security guard in his little booth as she entered the lab complex. He was well used to students and researchers working at all hours of the day and night and he was content to sit in his booth and guard the front door. Security staff and cleaners knew well not to enter the labs unless requested.
Hazel buzzed her way into the lab and turned on the fluorescent lights. She paused, then flicked them off again and carefully made her way to her desk where she turned on the reading light instead. The small pool of warm yellow light seemed much more intimate.
She pulled her sweater over her head and folded it neatly and left it on her desk. Biting her lip, she unfastened her jeans and slid them and her knickers down her thighs. The swivel chair creaked a little as she sat in it to tug the jeans over her ankles. Leaving her socks on, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Naked, she stood and approached the tank.
Gizmo was floating on the surface, looking at her, watching her approach. As she trailed her fingers through the water, he kicked his tentacles and propelled himself towards her. He swam his head against her hand then turned and wrapped the tentacles around her fingers, one wrapped its way around each digit while the other two tentacles stroked her thumb and palm.
She carefully lifted him from the water and carried him in her hand as she made her way back to the chair. The leather fabric on the chair felt so cold against her skin but this was mixed in with the shivers of excitement as she sat, holding Gizmo in her hands.
She placed him on her belly and sat and watched him, her breath held. Gizmo’s tentacles felt different as he sat on her stomach. The tiny suckered tendrils felt cold and a little bit slimy as they slithered over her belly. Legs spread, she lay back in the chair.
“I must be fucking nuts,” Hazel thought as she glanced around the room one last time, checking the door was closed. Then, she slowly picked Gizmo up and trailed the six flailing tentacles down through her pubic hair. The tendrils brushed her dark brown curls and she felt the first shivers running through her.
The tendrils seem to move in a rotating pattern, at least one of them, more often two, was stroking her flesh at any one time. The tips of the tentacles slid between her labia and opened her. She spread her legs wider, squirming as the silky tips parted her lips and traced her folds.
She felt like he was prying her apart as the tentacles caressed her lips, traced her folds and dipped inside her wet velvet pussy all at the same time. She arched her spine and threw her head back. One hand held Gizmo while the fingers of her other hand traced their way up her stomach and over her breast. Her nipples were rock hard and she pawed at them, twisting and tugging the pale pink marshmallow tips, sending additional pulses straight to her core.
She gasped as she felt one of the tentacles swell and grow inside her. Her pussy walls clenched, gripping the tendril as the suckered tip was dragged over her g spot. Her breathing was becoming ragged as another tendril swirled around and around her clit. The caresses felt feather-light yet incredibly sensual.
“Holy fuck,” she groaned as the swelling in her pussy magnified when a second tentacle squirmed it’s way inside. The suckered tendrils scissored inside her, one or other of them constantly stroking her g spot while a third teased and stroked her clit.
She raised her head and looked down at Gizmo. His eyes stared back at her. The large black irises gazed unblinkingly at her as he pulled his tentacles out of her before thrusting them back in, the suckers rippling against her pussy walls.
The tip of the tentacle caressing her clit wrapped itself around her throbbing pearl and gently began to milk it as if it were a teat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hazel cried, her hips bouncing on the seat of the chair in time to its strokes. She could feel her juices leaking out and running down, pooling on the seat.
A fourth tentacle tickled her perineum, following the trail of honeyed glaze as it coated her dark puckered star. At the same time, the remaining two tentacles stopped their caresses of her labia and slimed their way up her stomach and swirled around her nipples.
Hazel dropped her hands from her breasts and grabbed the armrests, gripping them tightly as she felt all six tentacles take her. The tentacle on her left breast wrapped itself around the nipple and the suckers kissed and teased and tugged the rock hard nub while the one on her right traced the tentacle tip around and around the dimples of her areola.
Hazel’s insides felt like they were in a washing machine as the tentacles caressed and stimulated every fibre of her being. She felt the orgasm build but every time she thought she was going to be pushed over the edge, the creature ever so slightly slowed his caresses and brought her back.
When the tip of the sixth tentacle pushed its way through her anal ring and filled her rectum, she knew all hope was gone. The creature took her in both holes and ravaged her breasts and clit. She felt the tendrils pulse inside her. The tentacles seemed to ripple, pushing pulses through her. Her walls were stretched. She felt the burn as her anus was probed and stretched. It felt like they were rubbing together through the thin membrane separating her pussy and ass.
“Please,” she whimpered. “Oh god, fuck, please.”
She didn’t know what she was begging for or what she was begging to, but she just knew she needed to cum. Her back arched again as the tentacles pushed deeper inside her. She was being taken deeper, harder and faster. No man had ever felt like this. No vibrator had ever felt like this. The tentacles seemed to have hardened, firmed and grown so huge. Her nipples were twisted and mauled. She felt she was being hung from the ceiling as the tentacles elongated and stretched her breasts into two long conical cones.
Her arse was lifted from the chair as the tentacles in her pussy and rectum lengthened and swelled inside her. Her head hung back, eyes rolled to the back of her head. She felt the head, mouth, whatever of Gizmo clamp itself to her, sucking the juices as they flowed out of her.
Tentacle tips stroked her g spot, tentacle tips tugged and milked her clit, tentacle tips twisted and pulled at her nipples and tentacle tips prodded deep inside her arse. It was too much for her body to take. As Gizmo swirled his tentacles deep inside her, she came with a howl. It started as a low guttural moan that increased in pitch and volume as it turned into a howling scream.
Her body spasmed. Shaking, she lost control. Liquids gushed out of her into his waiting mouth as she orgasmed again and again until finally, it went black.
She woke in a puddle of her own mess. The cold grey early morning light was creeping in through the tiny gap between blinds and window frame. She crawled onto her knees. Her whole body ached. She brushed her fingers over a nipple. It felt raw and sensitive to the touch. Her skin felt clammy, and as she slowly got to her feet, the ache in her pussy intensified. Her pubic hair was matted, strands of stickiness smeared over her mound and thighs.
She looked at Gizmo’s tank. The lid was still sitting where she had left it last night. The tank was empty. She felt a cold dread in the pit of her stomach.
“No, fuck. No!” she cried as she dropped to her hands and knees and still naked, searched the lab for him. She turned the lab upside down as she searched. Her search became more frantic.
“Fuck, No! I need you, Gizmo. Please!” She pulled crates from shelves as the ache between her legs grew. She needed him again. She needed to be taken like that again. Her body craved it. Every second she was without him, the feeling of emptiness intensified.
“Please, Gizmo, please,” she begged, whimpering. Her vision blurred as tears ran down her cheeks. She attempted to wipe them with the back of her hand as she peered through the half-open door to the toilet. She saw the trail of slime on the rim of the bowl. She fell to her knees. The realisation that, whatever Gizmo was, he was gone, dawned on her. She curled herself into a ball and lay on the floor and wept.
