At one time Poseidon could be reasoned with.  Though passionate, he could be surprisingly reasonable if placated.  He was known, though, for the many offspring and his rising, titanic lusts.  There were many myths of women raped by Poseidon only for capturing his eye by being beautiful and free along the shores of the ocean.  In every case, it was almost always believed afterwards that the woman bore all the blame for such situations, for all knew that no one could tamper down the swells of an ocean tempest.  Such was the comparison to Poseidons lusts.  And now, beautiful Calista lay nude in his utterly inhuman tentacles.<br/><br/>One tentacle took each limb and he pulled, using so much strength as to simulate a medival rack.  Calista's joints all sang an opera of pain as he held her this way under his gaze, so he could watch her in her helplessness and defeat.<strong>"Prreccccioussss Iiiickorrrrr,"</strong>the melded tentacle form spoke as it hungrily loomed over her as more tentacles began joining the fun.<br/><br/>Poseidon began taking further possession of Calista's body.  Two tentacles wrapped around the top of her body, each wrapping around Calista's breasts, squeezing them with fine control until her bossom swelled and ached visibly.  One tentacle wrapped around her waist and squeezed slowly and carefully... simulating a corset and robbing her of most of her breath while exadurating her already very femenime figure.  Two more tentacles rapped around her thighs and then each seeked to penetrate her invasively and suddenly... one vaginally and one anally.  A final tentacle wrapped around her neak a few times before its cold dripping tip began caressing over her lips.<strong>"Ssssssilencssssse,"</strong>he hissed as the final tentacle began to tighten around her neck until she was forced to open her mouth and then her lips too were invasively filled before finally releasing the hold on her throat.  All three of the tentacles inside of her body began to move back and forth rather demandingly and each at slightly different rhythums.<br/><br/>The titanic figure held her this way... cruelly taking her over and over as he leaned over to watch her intently.