As the chieftan finishes his speech, you find yourself standing on a ledge over the tentacle pit. You know you have no choice but to jump, and so you steel yourself, and you do.

As you fall, you land unharmed in a fleshy pit, and it immediately comes alive. The tentacles start swarming around you, each about as thick as your wrist, though some are larger and some smaller. A few of them begin coiling around your limbs, gently at first. Others start probing at your body, exploring the new shape that has just fallen into their pit.

As one of the tentacles slides across your chest and down towards your crotch, you feel it brushing against your sensitive nub. It pauses there for a moment, teasing you before sliding lower to brush against the lips of your pussy. You gasp as it part them, exposing your most intimate parts to the eager tendrils.

The tentacles that have you held down seem to tighten their grip, but not enough to hurt. They move in tandem with each other, shifting and sliding over your body as they explore every curve and crevice. A pair of them slide up along the insides of your thighs, brushing against your folds and the sensitive flesh between your legs.

A tendril slides up along your back and over your shoulders, then down across your chest. It brushes against your nipple, hard enough to send a shiver through you but not quite painful. Another one begins tracing circles around the outer edge of your pussy lips, teasing the sensitive flesh until it finds its way inside, stretching you impossibly tight before retreating again.

As another tendril sinks into you, massaging your G-spot with expert precision, the pressure inside you builds and builds. You're so close now... But just as you feel like you can't take anymore, a final tendril snakes up your ass, teasing at the entrance before pressing deeper, claiming every inch of you until it feels like they've opened up a new world within you. With one final thrust, all five tentacles embedded inside you seem to pulsate as one, their warmth spreading through you like lava as your body convulses in ecstasy.

As if anticipating your reaction, the tentacle slides smoothly into your mouth. It's warm and wet, coated in a secretion that tastes faintly of salt water and something else... exotic. As it fills your mouth, you feel a pressure building deep within your throat as well, but even when you think you can't take anymore, the tentacle seems to know just how far to push without causing harm.

The tendril in your mouth slides out slowly, retreating to the depths of the pit as it pulls on your tongue, teasing you expertly. Another one slides up your throat, massaging around your larynx before returning to your lips, coaxing them apart with gentle pressure. Yet another tendril begins to stroke your inner thighs, working its way higher and higher until the slick head presses against the sensitive flesh between your legs once more.

A warm liquid begins to trickle down your inner thighs. It's thick and syrupy, coating your skin as it slowly works its way lower. As the tendril presses closer against you, you realize that this substance is flowing from your body... The tentacles have been changing you somehow, making their mark on your flesh. You moan, arching into the sensation as the fluid continues to pour out of you, bathing both you and the fleshy pit in its strange glow.

As you writhe in pleasure beneath the tentacles, their movements growing faster and more urgent, you feel your body changing yet again. The tendrils that were once coarse and slimy now feel smooth as silk, caressing every inch of your skin with expert precision. Even the taste of their secretions seems to have shifted, becoming sweeter and less... foreign. It's as if they are adapting to you just as much as you are to them.

The tentacles seem to be drawing energy from you now, their movements more frenzied than ever before. Your body is on fire with desire, every nerve ending tingling and alive as their tendrils dance across your skin. You feel the last vestiges of resistance slipping away, replaced by a sense of surrender that allows you to give in fully to the experience.

With one final thrust, they all seem to come at once, filling

As you finally surrender to the experience, you feel as if your body is being stretched and filled in ways you never thought possible. The tentacles seem to know every inch of your skin, every muscle and tendon. Their tendrils slide effortlessly inside of you, massaging and stimulating with such precision that it borders on painful. You arch your back and cry out as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over you, leaving your whole body tingling and exhausted in the best possible way.

As the tentacles begin to pull out, a thick liquid once more seeps from your body, coating their tendrils in its glow. You feel drained yet strangely satisfied as they retreat back into the depths of the fleshy pit, their movements slowing and growing gentler now that they have taken what they need.

The last tentacle pulls free from your body with a final,

Your limbs are still weak from the intense experience and as you attempt to move, you find yourself wobbling unsteadily on your feet. It's almost as if the tentacles have taken something from you that can never be replaced... Your virginity perhaps? Or maybe just a part of yourself that can only be given to the pit and never regained. Either way, you feel different now, lighter somehow. The fleshy walls seem to glow in response to your presence, almost as if they're thanking you for your sacrifice.

You have a strange urge to go back home, to share this newfound knowledge with the rest of the village. Perhaps they'll understand now why it was necessary for you to be thrown into the pit... Or perhaps they never will. Either way, your life has changed forever, and you can never go back to who you once were. The tentacle pit has marked you, body and soul