The factory floor was slick with slime when Lena slipped. One second she was hauling the last bin of live eels toward the sorting table, the next her boots went out from under her and she pitched headfirst into the open vat. Cold water and dozens of writhing, muscular bodies swallowed her. She came up gasping, eels already sliding under her soaked overalls, against her bare tits, between her legs.
“Fuck!” she spat, but the word turned into a moan the second one thick eel pressed right against her pussy lips through her thin panties. They didn’t bite; they squirmed, strong and relentless, the slick skin gliding over her clit every time she tried to climb out. Her fingers slipped on the rim. Another eel nosed under the crotch of her panties and pushed. Lena froze as the head of it forced its way inside her cunt.
It was thick, alive, pulsing. She felt every inch as it burrowed deeper, twisting, seeking. Her knees buckled.
She sank back into the vat up to her chest, water sloshing, more eels immediately crawling over her shoulders, down her belly, into her open overalls. One slid between her ass cheeks and started working at her asshole.
“Oh my fucking god,” she groaned, voice raw. She stopped fighting and spread her thighs wider. The eel in her pussy was fucking her now, in and out with every twist of its body, the sensation obscene and perfect. Her clit throbbed. She shoved two fingers down to rub it while the eels did the rest.
Another one pushed into her ass. The stretch burned, then bloomed into filthy pleasure. Lena rocked her hips, riding the living things inside her. Water and eel slime coated her skin. She could feel them moving everywhere—under her tits, across her nipples, one even trying to nose into her mouth. She opened and let it, sucking the wriggling body while she came the first time, cunt clenching hard around the eel still buried deep.
She was still shaking when the vat lid clanged. Marcus, the night supervisor, stared down at her. His eyes went wide, then dark.
“Jesus, Lena. You all right?”
“Get in here,” she rasped. “Now. Fuck me while they’re inside me.”
He didn’t hesitate. Boots and coveralls hit the floor. Marcus dropped into the vat, water up to his waist, and hauled her against him. His cock was already rock hard. He ripped her overalls open the rest of the way, exposing her tits, and slammed into her pussy alongside the eel still squirming there.
The stretch was brutal. Lena screamed, half pain, half ecstasy. Marcus fucked her like he meant to break her, each thrust driving the eel deeper, forcing it to coil and thrash against her walls. Another eel found its way between them and started rubbing along her clit every time Marcus bottomed out.
“Dirty fucking slut,” he growled against her ear. “Falling in and getting off on eels. You want more?”
“Yes—shove another one in my ass—please—”
He reached behind her, grabbed a fat eel, and worked it into her already stuffed asshole. Lena sobbed with pleasure, head thrown back, water and slime splashing. Marcus pounded her cunt while two eels writhed in her ass and one still twisted inside her pussy around his cock. The sensation was too much. She came again, harder, cunt pulsing, milking both man and eel.
Marcus didn’t stop. He flipped her around, bent her over the edge of the vat, and took her ass properly, the eels helping, sliding in and out with every stroke. One particularly bold eel kept nosing at her open pussy, trying to push back in. Lena reached down and guided it, letting it fuck her cunt while Marcus wrecked her ass.
They fucked like animals in the writhing mass. Eels coated every inch of them, sliding over Marcus’s balls, between Lena’s lips when she sucked his fingers, across her swollen clit. She came twice more before Marcus finally roared and unloaded deep in her ass, his cum mixing with the slime and water.
When he pulled out, eels immediately filled the empty space again. Lena stayed in the vat, legs spread, letting them keep fucking her slowly while Marcus watched and stroked himself hard again.
“Round two,” she panted, voice hoarse. “Don’t stop until I can’t walk.”
He climbed back in.
The vat kept sloshing long after the factory lights dimmed.
