Chapter 0 - Sand Barnacle's Triple Catch

It was a sunny clear day at Casperson Beach in Sarasota, Florida. The gulf island of sarasota laid off of Florida's west coast, untouched and well aware from the busy hustle of Florida's cities, theme-parks and shopping malls. The sands were occasionally blown around by the windswept air, uncovering a few teeth from long dead prehistoric sharks. The trees made for great shade from the beaming heat of the sun and the view of the ocean was priceless.

A trio of college supermodels wanted to visit the untouched and tranquil beach during their vacation in Venice, Florida. They were mesmerized and excited by the beach atmosphere, chasing each other on the sands and playing in the foamy waves. Then they found a good spot and used their waterproof camera to start taking pictures.

“Raise those hips just a little more...Perfect!” Bailey Till posed on all fours, leaning her upper body onto the sand and holding up her waist and hips. Her massive gracious ass swayed with her gentle movements, ensuring that her posture was as erotic as possible. The blue eyed girl looked back at the camera smiling, her freckled face giving an expression of playful innocence and ignorance. Her long hip-length brunette hair was falling down either sides of her shoulders for a wild taste to the shots.

“Glad that no one else is here..” Normally a shy girl, Bailey's face was flushed red as she thought about her attire. Her fair skinned voluptuous body was garbed in a light blue thin and skimpy sling bikini that barely covered her nipples or vagina. Hell, the thin slingshot swimsuit left her raised posterior completely uncovered and often slipped to show her big areolae or the sides of her vulva. The rest of her body was utterly bare, from her huge obese breasts down to her wide hips and thick thighs. It was a complete fluke that Bailey was recruited as she normally wore very conservative and thick clothing at school.

“Looking good! Looking hot!” Alyssa Moor confidently laid back on the wet sand and let the waves wash over her fit and slender body. Though she was older, Alyssa's bosom was much smaller and perkier. However, she had the experience and self assurance to lay back and posture sensually with her hands raised up over her head and her legs widened as if inviting the audience.

“I know it...” For this shoot, Alyssa was wearing a thin o-ring g-string thong and a cropped loose wet shirt. She'd taken off her matching o-ring bandeau so that her bare breasts were seen through the drenched shirt. Her stomach was flat and smooth from practicing with the track teams in her previous high school and in college for two years. Her long blond hair had been done into braids to give an elegant tone to her shoots.

“Very nice! Very nice!” Fleur Genin was a foreign exchange student from Normandy, France studying in the United States on a scholarship. At the moment, the tall french girl was leaning her back against a palm tree with her arms wrapped around the trunk. She licked her lips at the camera while giving off a very enticing “come hither” expression with her hazel eyes.

“Thank you.” Her shoulder-length brown hair cascaded down her shoulders, her black front tie bikini was unremarkable, but not unappealing. It was adequate to show of her slender and fit tall body, practically skinny save for the fat in her large breasts and posterior. Some attributed her great figure to her vegetarian or vegan diet while others thought it was good genes. Either way, Fleur was a shoe-in as an exotic model due to her natural beauty and being from France.

“That's a wrap.” Alyssa pulled her top back on through her shirt and put away the camera. “I'm pooped...I'm going to lay down.”

“Me too...” Bailey agreed. “Fleur?”

“I'm hot...” Fleur wiped sand and sweat from her brow. “I'm going to take a shower and cool off...”

“Let us know when you're done so we can rinse off too.” Alyssa cheerfully said while she and Bailey went over to their beach towels under the shade. Meanwhile, Fleur made her way to the shed a few dozen feet away. The wood was worn, but the structure was sturdy and contained a single dressing area and a shower stall.

Fleur looked around to make sure no one else was present and then undid the knot of her bikini, letting her large breasts spill out into the free air. She pulled off her thong and entered the shower, turning on the water and began to rinse off her sweaty and salt covered body. She moaned as cool water hit her skin and she began to rub over her slender body.

“Oh yeah...” Fleur stood under the spray of fresh filtered water. She drenched her slender well-formed form in the water, her soft skin covered in thousands of small droplets running down her curves. Little did she know that the water was alerting an unseen observer to her presence, prompting it to lay ou its trap.

“There's enough room for five people here.” Fleur noted, rubbing her hands through her damp hair to wring out the dirt and salt. “Oh well, I'll tell the others when I get back...”

She only showered for a handful of brief minutes before turning off the water. She started walking outside, but then realized that she'd forgotten to redress. Blushing with embarrassment, Fleur dashed back into the shed and grabbed her swimsuit. She was fastening on her bikini top as she stepped back outside and suddenly lost her step.

She tumbled down a soft crater and splashed down into a pit of wet sand. The depression was not very deep, but Fleur had been caught off guard and was now on her back and dirty again.

“Could be worst...” Fleur muttered, trying to right herself to get out of the sticky sinkhole. “I swear that this wasn't here before...” The college beauty had no idea as to how right she was.

Before she could start climbing out, something emerged out of the wet sand behind her. A long-string like tendril latched onto the girl and wrapped around her shoulders and chest. Gasping in shock and surprise, Fleur was pulled into the sand before she could cry out. Everything above her upper breasts was stuck underground as the girl struggled to pull herself out, Fleur was utterly blind in the wet sand.

Suddenly, a red sphincter ringed with teeth emerged out of the sand with Fleur trapped in its gripping maw. The animated tube pressed upon her bare breasts, squishing her soft bosom into its foul gullet and trapping the girl's arms at her sides. Fleur felt distinct discomfort from having her buxom chest pressed into the tight cavity. The air around her face was humid and gross, making it hard for her to breath as she screamed.

The victorious predator savored its caught meal, gulping and licking over the small of her back and her flat midriff as her hips kept swaying and her legs continued kicking. Fleur desperately tried to escape the living trap even as her vision grew darker and redder. But it was no use, the hidden predator gulped down her wide hips and spilled slobber down it from its filled mouth. The animated mouth then slurped up her long legs and conformed its body as the swallowed woman was sent into the bowels of the hidden sand predator.

Fleur Genin was now being pushed deep into the body of a Sand Barnacle. Much like its cousin, the sand barnacle was practically a living mouth with two rows of jaws and a tentacle to ensnare prey with. However, this Sand Barnacle was a actually buried beneath the beach and attached to the bedrock. The creature had hibernated underground for many years until people began to trickle onto the island and enter the area.

As Fleur found out the hard way, the sand barnacle hunted by using its jaws and saliva to dig underground and create a depression on the surface. Once suitable prey fell into the wet sand pit, the barnacle would grab it with its tendril-like tongue and pull it into its emerging gullet. The prey was swallowed whole and alive and sent down to its main body where it would remain for the weeks and months it would take for the barnacle to extract as much as it could from the well earned meal.

“Where did she go?” After several minutes of waiting, Bailey and Alyssa had made their way to the shed in search of their friend. Unable to know about her fate, the two college models were becoming concerned for her absence. Or at least Bailey was more visibly worried. “Fleur!”

“Calm down. We're the only ones here.” Alyssa assured her friend, trying to keep them both calm. “Let's take a quick rinse off and wait for her to show. She could've been looking for a better place for sunbathing.”

Though not completely convinced, Bailey conceded to her friend's point. “She did talk about that earlier today...come one...” With that, the two friends entered the shed and were soon rinsing themselves off as well. The girls stood under their shower stands, letting the fresh water cascade down upon their sensual bodies and rinse of the salt and sand. 

“There's too much room here...” Bailey's swimsuit was so skimpy that she didn't even need to take it off. In fact, the shy girl sighed at how her nipples kept slipping out from under the fabric due to standing up from the water drenching her full bosom. “You see anything of Fleur's here?”

“No.” Alyssa didn't mind being fully nude as she showered. Streams of water ran over her small breasts and slipped in between the cheeks of her modest ass. More worried about Fleur, she tried to put on a strong face. “Don't worry yourself to death, that won't help.”

“I just want to make sure that she's okay...” Bailey muttered, Alyssa pressing her nude body onto Bailey's practically bare body and hugging her. “I'm not some little kid...”

“Sorry if I seem like I don't care. I do.” Alyssa assured her friend, her chest accidentally rubbing upon her friend's much larger bosom. “But stress isn't healthy and I just want you to have some calm. We'll find Fleur, I promise.”

“Okay...” Bailey replied, comforted by her friend's wet warm touch and words. “You're right! We'll all be together soon.”

“That's the spirit.” Alyssa spanked her friend's butt, making Bailey yelp as Alyssa laughed and looked at her jiggling sore buttocks. “Ass and body like this, you won't be single for long.”

“Someone needs a spanking!” Bailey yelled playfully as Alyssa ran out of the showers with Bailey laughing as she gave chase. Bailey caught Alyssa in the changing room and gave her a playful smack on her butt. “Now we're even.”

“Fine. You win.” Alyssa conceded, both girls utterly drenched in water and worst was that there were no towels in the dressing room. “Guess we'll let the sun dry us off.”

“Just like the old times.” Bailey laughed and took a peek outside, she saw something that made her eyes widen in shock. “Alyssa!”

“What is it?” Alyssa hastily pulled on her thong and grabbed her shirt and ran over to her friend's side. “What's wrong?”

“Is that Fleur's swimsuit?” Bailey asked, pointing at the discarded black bikini sitting next to a distinct indent in the sand. “Oh no...we need to call the police...”

“Will you stop panicking?” Alyssa pulled on her wet see-through shirt, having forgotten about her swimwear and walked over to the black swimsuit. “She probably wanted to go skinny dipping. She's french remember...”

“Hey don't start with-” Bailey stopped when the sand beneath Alyssa gave way and Bailey watched her friend fall into a revealed sinkhole. “Alyssa!”

“I'm okay...” Alyssa laughed off her awkward pose, her upper body on the ground with her legs sticking up in the air. Her wet damp shirt now clung to the skin below her neck and left her tender breasts uncovered. “Not sure how this sand got wet-” Suddenly, a long thick tentacle appeared out of the wet sand and wrapped around Alyssa's legs and hips.

“What is that?!” Bailey cried out, watching as Alyssa's legs were sucked into the wet sand with Alyssa screaming wildly. “Hold on! I'll get some rope! I'll get you out!” 

“Hurry!” Alyssa shouted up, pressing her hands into the sand to try to pull herself out. But her legs did not budge, they were well trapped under the damp mud. The slick pit kept Alyssa from getting a firm grasp to push up with, causing her petite form to just squirm and struggle within the pit. She saw Fleur's bikini nearby and nervously smiled. “Is this what happened to you?”

“I found some rope!” Bailey bent over the edge of the pit and throw down a long cord down next to Bailey. “Hold on to it and I'll pull you out.”

“Sure...take your time...” Alyssa remarked with some relief, glad that at least she was going to be out of this depression soon. She gripped onto the rope and held on as Bailey started to tug on her end. Bailey wouldn't be able to pull her out of the crater, but she could loosen Alyssa out of her sinkhole and let her  climb out from there. “As long as that tentacle doesn't come back-”

Both girls screamed as Alyssa was thrust into the air, the sand barnacle's maw already gobbling down her legs whole and sliding up to her hips easily. The barnacle's tentacle returned, entangling itself around Alyssa's waist and above her breasts to help suck the panicking girl into its drooling mouth. The Barnacle could not believe its luck in finding a second live meal before the first one had even settled into its stomach.

“Alyssa!” Bailey screamed, shocked at the foul mutant that that trapped her friend in its inner jaw. Alyssa was holding onto the rope for dear life, shaking and shivering as she felt her ass get sucked and rubbed by the monster's insides. Bailey strained on the rope, trying with all of her might to pull her friend from its grasp.

“Bailey! Help!” Alyssa called out, the barnacle too hungry to give up its second morsel without a fight. 

The monster's extended mouth waxed and flexed over the girl's sensual curves, keeping a firm grip on the soft warm woman. Its red flesh undulated and rippled with each suction, gradually sucking in Alyssa's hips as she closed her eyes from the pressure to her lower body. 

Thousands of cilia were rubbing and clinging to the girl's consumed hips, ass and legs. They slipped into every inch, wet rubbing and fondling the poor girl to make her easier for her journey to the monster's bowels. Alyssa found herself blushing and getting hot, the monster's attention somewhat arousing her and adding another element to her growing terror and despair. The cilia also aided in the monster's suction of this girl, making her slim chances of escape diminish further.

“Don't let go!” Bailey called down Alyssa's stomach slowly sinking into the barnacle's maw despite her best efforts. The supermodel was straining her arms with all of her might, but her friend was still steadily sliding into the barnacle's jaws. It loudly glomped onto Alyssa's body, waving up to her small breasts despite Bailey's resistance. “You won't get her!”

“Bailey...” Despite holding the rope, Alyssa sensed that there was no hope for her. She could feel the monster's mouth ingest her bosom and its cilia tickle and wriggle over her tits. Tears fell down her face like a dam had broken, the girl trying to get a good look at her friend as her head started to sink into the barnacle's maw. 

“No!” Bailey screamed as Alyssa's hands were sucked into the barnacle, still holding onto the rope. The engorged proboscis swallowed the feminine bulge of her struggling friend into the sand. Bailey now being pushed into barnacle's unseen depths still vainly holding the rope. She held that rope as she held onto hope that someone would save her from her tight and wet fleshy prison.

“Let my friend go! Let her go!” Overwhelmed with emotion and fighting her own panic, Bailey refused to accept reality and kept pulling on the rope. The barnacle did not even want to go after Bailey and may have let her escape if she had ran away. But Bailey refused to give up and refused to leave her friend for dead. “Spit her out! Spit out Alyssa! Spit out Fleur!”

In fact, Alyssa had eventually let go of her end of the hemp cord as she descended further into the barnacle's bowels. Eventually, she was deposited into a more open and partially flooded flesh chamber where she cough out liquids. Alyssa gasped when she saw Fleur stuck in the wall and floor, liquids spraying onto her nude half-conscious body from the protruding orifices in the chamber walls.

“Alyssa...” Fleur managed with a strange high pitched gasp. Before Alyssa could move over to help her friend, her legs sank into a sinkhole of flesh as knobby tentacles appeared, grabbed Alyssa's arms and began pulling her back. “I'm sorry...”

Up above, the sand barnacle lazily tugged on the rope stuck in its jaws. However, he tug was enough to haul Bailey into the pit and tumble down the crater towards the barnacle. The creature lashed out its tentacle to snatch and secure its new prey. The tentacle coiled around Bailey's neck, legs and just above and below her humongous breasts, the pressure squeezing her massive bosom and making Bailey whine and gasp.

“Screw you!” Bailey yelled defiantly, trying to lean down her head to bite the tendril around her neck. But the barnacle wasted no time and reeled the voluptuous girl into its waiting maw already erupting with saliva. Ejecting the useless rope, the barnacle's mouth gripped around her feet and swiftly slurped down her long luscious legs, her thighs were pressed together as the monster worked its way up to her huge clapping ass cheeks.

The first two girls had been appetizing meals for the long-parched barnacle. But Bailey's erotically shaped curvaceous body was the most delectable catch by far. It continued to squeeze the struggling and moaning girl, ensuring that she would not escape sinking into the barnacle's maw. Her posterior was assaulted by the monster's inner cilia as soon as it was sucked in, the monster's insides grasping and sloshing over her vulva as well as no inch of this beautiful girl was out of its reach.

“No! No! No!” Bailey called out watching her wide hips and slender waist slowly sink into the barnacle's jaws just like with Alyssa. The straps of her sling bikini had been loosened in this mess, letting her massive breasts flop and dance around as she tried to push herself out of the barnacle's grip. It was a losing battle and soon her hands were caught in its slick gullet, trapping her arms to her sides and letting the girl get gobbled down with ease.

“HELP!” Bailey screamed loudly, feeling the barnacle's maw press down just under her bouncing boobs. The barnacle had difficulty sliding up over her gifted bosom due to its firm softness and weight, forcing the monster to splash spit onto her wet tits to lubricate her swollen and engorged tits. Her sensitive breasts throbbed as the barnacle began to press over them, slowly inching her bust into its hot and tight gullet. 

“NO!” Bailey shouted, feeling the barnacle's mouth rub upon her areolae and scrap over her teats. Her fattened melons were squished and slowly sucked into the barnacle's insides. The cilia pressed and rubbed onto her breasts as the monster's throat throbbed and pushed onto her trapped and swallowed body. Bailey's breath quickened and grew heavier, the girl wincing and weeping as she felt her nipples harden and push against the monster's hidden cilia.  

“Someone help...” Bailey's shoulders were swiftly gulped down along with her neck shortly afterwards. Her head stuck out of the barnacle's tight mouth, the college supermodel screamed and called for anyone to help her. “Anybody! Somebody! Please! Someone help-” Her head vanished into the barnacle's mouth, the enlarged and stretched inner jaw lowering back into the main body as the outer jaw closed over it.

Bailey slid down the tight tunnel, squirming and slimy flesh rubbing and lubricating her on her way down to the barnacle's bowels. She felt the barnacle moving and realized that it was retracting back underground. Bailey cried loudly on her way down, weeping tearfully with the realization that no one was coming to save her.

The flesh tube loosened and widened, depositing the girl into a fleshy chamber which was partially flooded. Bailey stood up on her hands and knees, immediately seeing her friends trapped in the chamber's fleshy walls and floor up to their hips.

“Alyssa...Fleur...” Bailey called out, her half-conscious friends too tired, dazed and broken to do more than look at her. “Where are we-” Bailey got her answer when the chamber came alive and began to shrink around the three girls. Bailey was swallowed into squishy and velvety folds, her arms and legs locked into the chamber's tighter walls.  She tried to move her body, but it was no use. All she did was cause her curvaceous form to wobble and her assets to jiggle as the monster's bowels began to sauce her skin with strange liquids.

Three lovely college supermodels stuffing its stomach, the sand barnacle felt content to burrow itself down and hibernate. The three girls would more than sustain it for the weeks and months that it would take to digest and absorb their nutrients. The girls would be restrained and masticated, unable to do nothing more than be overstimulated by the monster's foul insides to maximize their nutritional value. The only mercy that they would receive was that they would be asleep and bereft of energy or awareness when their beautiful bodies were broken down after many weeks and months.

But for now, the sand barnacle would rest and sleep...