She was twenty-five, working the night shift at the research facility, when her boot slipped on the wet grating. One second she was walking the catwalk above the big holding tank, clipboard in hand, the next she was plunging straight down into the churning vat of eels. The water hit her like a slap, cold and thick with slime, and then the eels were everywhere. Long, thick, muscular bodies twisting against her skin the moment she went under.
Sarah thrashed, gasping, but they were already sliding under her soaked shirt, wrapping her waist, pushing between her thighs. One fat eel coiled right against her crotch, writhing hard enough to grind the seam of her shorts into her clit. She moaned before she could stop herself, the sound bubbling out into the water. Her body reacted fast, heat flooding between her legs even while her brain screamed to get out. The eels didn’t care. They kept sliding, slick and relentless, one thick head nudging straight up the leg of her shorts and pressing against her bare pussy lips.
She grabbed the side of the tank, trying to haul herself out, but another eel pushed into her waistband from behind and slithered straight down between her ass cheeks. Its body was hot compared to the water, pulsing, twisting. The pressure against her asshole made her knees buckle. She ended up half-hanging on the rim, legs dangling in the vat, shorts yanked sideways by the moving bodies. An eel found her entrance and shoved. Not gentle, just insistent, thick and wriggling as it forced its way inside her cunt. Sarah’s mouth fell open. The stretch was obscene, the eel’s body flexing and pushing deeper with every twist of its muscles. Another one followed, nosing at her clit, rubbing back and forth while the first one fucked into her in short, powerful thrusts.
Her shorts were gone in seconds, torn off by the mass of bodies. She was naked from the waist down, hanging there, getting fucked by live eels in the middle of the dark lab. Every time she tried to pull herself higher, more eels surged up her thighs and pushed inside. One worked its way into her ass, smaller but just as determined, stretching her open while the bigger ones pounded her pussy. She could feel them moving inside her, coiling and uncoiling, their bodies rubbing every sensitive spot at once. Her clit was getting constant attention from the ones that stayed outside, sliding their smooth heads over it again and again.
Sarah stopped trying to climb out. Her arms shook too hard anyway. She let her hips sink lower, letting the eels have better access, and the pleasure hit like a truck. She came the first time with three eels inside her, one in her ass and two twisting together in her cunt, their bodies knotting and pushing against her walls. Her scream echoed off the concrete walls. She didn’t care who heard. The orgasm ripped through her, making her cunt clamp down so hard the eels had to fight to keep moving. They didn’t stop. They kept fucking her straight through it, slick and relentless, until she was shaking and dripping with more than just tank water.
She reached down with one hand, fingers sliding through the slime to rub her swollen clit while the eels kept working her open. Another orgasm built fast, tighter, meaner. An eel pushed deeper than the others, its head bumping her cervix, and she came again with a hoarse shout, thighs trembling, pussy pulsing around the thick, living shafts inside her. Cum and slime leaked out around their bodies, clouding the water. She kept rubbing, kept grinding down onto them, letting the whole writhing mass use her.
By the time she finally dragged herself out, her legs barely worked. Her cunt and ass felt stretched and used, still twitching from the aftershocks. She lay on the grating, breathing hard, watching the eels circle below like they were waiting for her to fall back in. Her fingers went back between her legs on their own, pushing into the mess they’d left behind, and she came one more time just from the memory of how deep they’d gone. The vat kept churning, dark and full, ready for next time.
