River Monsters

She knelt near the river scrubbing away at her laundry. It was early in the morning and the air still held the chill of the night. She paused and held her hands up to her mouth and blew into them trying to warm them.

“Looks like we found a mouse,” A man said.

She jumped and turned around to find several large men stalking out of the brush and heading her way.

“What do you want?” She asked.

The men smiled at her and started to draw near, she back away her feet splashing into the fridged water of the river. The men suddenly rushed her and she turned to run heading deeper into the water in a blind panic. She didn’t get far, strong arms wrapped around her lifting her off the ground. She started to scream but it was quickly cut off by a hand clasped over her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” The man said.

She struggled and kicked trying to get free but it was of no use the men started to tear off her clothing leaving her bare in the cool air in a matter of moments. One of the men undid his pants and pulled out his member stroking it and he leered at her naked form. She let out a muffled scream and struggled more as he approached her the other men prying her legs apart. Tears started to run down her cheeks as the reality of the situation dawned on her. There was a loud splash from deeper in the river it caused the men to turn and look. The water churned in a strange way before dozens of tentacles burst forth and lashed out at the men. Before any of them could react, the appendages wrapped around them and lifted them into the air. She was unceremoniously dropped into the river as her captor was lifted screaming into the air. She stared stupidly at the men as the tentacles began to poke and prod at the men it remined her of a curious bird hopping around what it thought was a morsel of food. When one reached the exposed genitals of the man who’d first exposed himself it paused for a moment before coiling around his still erect member.

“What the fuck! Get off of me you monster!” The man shouted.

A tentacle wrapped around his head and shoved itself into his mouth muffling his cries. The tentacle around his member squeezing it so tightly that the veins bulged out and it started to darken. Another tentacle slithered out of the water and reached up to his groin where it wrapped around his scrotum and squeezed. The man’s face turned bright red, and he started to struggle against the monster’s grasp as the pressure grew. A crunch like the snapping of twigs came from under the tentacle’s coils and the man’s muffled screamed filled the air. The tentacle around his member suddenly twisted and a loud pop came from his member, both eldritch appendages let go of his genitals. What remained between his legs was a sorry sight, his scrotum looked like a piece of fruit that had been crushed in a press and his member reminded her of a branch that had been snapped in half only held together by a strip of bark. She stared for a moment at a strange mixture of pity and relief churning in her stomach. More tentacles rose up from the river and started to strip the clothing from the other men. They struggled and screamed and a few even begged but the monster didn’t stop. Once free of their clothing the eldritch appendages coiled around each man’s member and scrotum. This time the tentacles around the men’s members stroked them until they were stiff before the one around their scrotums clamped down. The sound of half a dozen men looking their male organs filled the air a moment before the monster snapped their members in twain. The beast dropped the men and retracted its appendages leaving her surrounded by her now mutilated tormenters. There was a strange stillness in the air and the only sounds that could be heard were the groans of the men. A chilly breeze blew causing her to shiver and reminding her of her own nakedness. She got up onto wobbly legs and then turned to run back to the village.