Tentacles started climbing up my legs. They worked as dexterously as fingers, winding between the holes in my fishnets – ripping them as they went. I think I tried to struggle, this was wrong. I couldn’t tell if the mocking laughter was coming from around me or inside my own head.
The ropes binding my wrists, keeping my arms far from my sides, undulated and tightened almost as if in a wave of pleasure. But… rope doesn’t move on its own.
Forcing my eyes open I turned my head just enough to see. Since gaining consciousness, strapped to what I assumed was a table, not flat but not quiet upright either, I had been under the impression that their was only one creature taunting me – teasing as it pawed at me.
Now I wasn’t sure how that could be true as it wasn’t rope around my arms but instead another thick black and bright blue tentacle.
What were these things?!
My racing thoughts were silenced by a solid smack. I opened my mouth to scream, the scraps of fabric that made up my panties offered no protection from the blow straight to my pussy lips. Before any sound could escape however, the thinner end of one of the tentacles darted between my lips. The girth quickly filled my mouth, choking off my horror.
I was no stranger to dick down my throat, but this was different as its tip purposefully flicked the back of my throat, cutting off my air supply.
I gagged, my throat constricting but getting no relief. Just as I began to wonder if this was just going to be how it ended, my thoughts getting fuzzy, the blockage was removed and I gasped, filling aching lungs with oxygen.
I had lost track of what had been happening below my waist during my struggle for air. A quick tug snapped me back to it though. A tentacle thicker around than my arm had been wrapped around each of my thighs. Their grip tightened to the point I knew they would bruise as they pulled my legs wider apart.
My addled brain had no time to prepare before the searing ripping pain had my whole body thrashing. The tentacles already holding my arms tightened as others made their way up my sides under my dress, squeezing my chest, pulling, crushing.
My screams turned to sobs as the tentacle inside me slowly began retreating. What surprised me was how much of my own wetness I could feel. How much was forced arousal and how much was blood? I shuddered as the thought crossed my mind.
I didn’t have much time to dwell on it as I was split open once more, this thrust even more powerful than the first.
I can’t do this again, my brain screamed, there’s no more room! As if it could hear my thoughts, the chuckling returned as the thrusting picked up pace, thinner tentacles wrapping around my breasts, slapping nipples and skin with surprising force.
“Yes,” a voice rumbled. Again, I couldn’t tell if the creature was speaking aloud or if its words bounced around my skull.
“This will do very nicely. Bring us more.”
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