Sweat dripped from my brow as I stood in the large empty gym room looking at myself in the large mirror that covered the entire wall. I was breathing heavy, music from my wireless earphones played in my ears as I took a few moments to catch my breath. I was used to being alone for my workouts. The gym was quiet this late at night.
My eyes wandered down my spandex covered body. My sports bra damp under my arms and my tights showed obvious signs of sweat. The last year of commitment had paid off. I could see a slight outline of abs, there was a visible amount of muscle in my arms that gave them that nice toned look. My ass had become firm with just a slight amount of giggle and my breasts managed to retain their shape, maybe even a little perkier.
I flexed in the mirror smiling a little. My workouts always made me feel sexy. The sweat, the heat, the sore muscles, I loved all of it, even the small ache of arousal. Smiling to myself I turned my back to the mirror and began the finishing for the night with some stretching. I held various positions bending at the waist and breathing deeply. Behind me, little to my knowledge the mirror flexed, almost as if it wasn’t made of solid glass but of some type of liquid. A small ripple continued across the glass reaching the edge before it happened again, but harder this time, almost as if something was trying to get out.
I bent towards my other leg continuing my stretch completely oblivious to what was happening behind me. Again the mirror flexed before it gave this time making a small pop as it pushed through. The music in my ears prevented me from hearing it. Pushing through the newly formed hole was two inch thick, black, slime covered tentacle. It was quickly joined by a second and then a third as they snaked their way into the empty gym room behind me. The could sense me, feel my presence, and maybe even smell me. Before I could even react they were on me. One wrapping around my left wrist the other my right ankle and the third around my slim waist. My jaw dropped as I was suddenly pulled towards the mirror until my back and ass were pressed up against it. More and more tentacles poured from the opening some smaller some larger. They wound themselves around my arms and legs and torso as I finally screamed. My body entered a state of survival as I pulled back against the slimy creatures. But the more I struggled the more they wrapped around me.
“Nooo! No! Please! Stop!” I cried into the empty room. My voice echoing off the walls. Another slick black vine slipped down my bare shoulder over my pale skin leaving a slick, slimy substance behind. It continued down over my chest towards my sports bra and slipped down into my cleavage. “Noooo” I groaned again pulling and twisting my body from side to side in hopes of breaking free. But my muscles were sore and tired from my workout. I just didn’t have the strength to fight it. The slimy trail it left behind seemed to cause my skin to grow warm and tingle almost as if I was allergic to it, but it felt nice. Suddenly there was a sound of tearing fabric and I looked down to see my sports bra being literally torn off my body, exposing my pale sweaty breasts to the cool airconditioned gym air. My chest was rising and falling as I breathed heavily still struggling and groaning with fear.
More tentacles slithered around my back towards my chest. Each of them leaving the slimy residue behind. Three and then four of them found my breasts quickly, exploring the soft flesh running the slimy substance over them. They pressed on my breasts, squeezed them, and wound themselves around them manipulating them. My breath caught in my throat as I felt the slime take affect. My nipples hardened as the skin over my perky breasts grew more sensitive.
“Uh! No!” I yelped again twisting my body with renewed strength. I didn’t want this. This thing touching me was disgusting. What did it want from me? Yet this was this small dark part of me that knew this was hitting my buttons. I was fond of bondage. A previous boyfriend had introduced me to it and from there it blossomed into a huge fetish at which I would even sometimes tie myself up just to feel that restriction. With that grew a love of being teased, and manipulated while tied up. Having a boyfriend or lover make me beg for my orgasm was at the peak of my desires. And this horrible creature was making all those dark dreams come true whether I wanted it or not.
My nipples had become achingly hard and sensitive now. The tentacles seeming to know that, and set out to manipulate them as much as possible sending shivers of arousal down my spine. Becoming more aware of the feelings they were giving me I started to notice each tentacle seemed to have a small mouth on it. It would gently suck on the skin whenever it paused. That action grew stronger as they worked their way closer to the center of my breasts. I watched with a look of horror as the black vine on my right breast used that sucker to engulf my nipple completely and then suck. “Ahhh! No! Let go! Please!” I groaned holding back a moan.
With my concentration on my breasts I hadn’t paid attention to the tentacles on my lower body. Many of them had started at my ass, rubbing me through my black tights. Sense then they had wound themselves around my thighs squeezing and kissing my inner thighs. The thin layer of fabric doing little to stop them from exploring. My toes on both feet clenched as I felt one blunt end prod at my crotch. There was obvious signs of heat radiating from that area now from my arousal. I held my breath hoping it would only move on, but it grinded against my mound spreading its slime into the material. My back arched again as I shifted my hips away from it trying to prevent it from continuing to rub. I managed to keep it at bay for a few minutes shifting my hips forwards and backwards but soon I felt my weak muscles growing even more tired. The hundreds of situps I had just done had exhausted my core. The thick slime was now soaked into my crotch right through my panties. I could feel the same heat and tingling that was now even stronger on my breasts starting there.
I clenched my fists struggling once again. “What do you want!!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs not expecting an answer.
***“I want you to submit……”***
The voice was like a soft whisper in my ear. “Submit!? What are you talking about!” I screamed back at the voice. I had no idea where it was coming from, but it sounded like it was right behind me, inside the mirror. I opened my mouth to continue my protests but another tentacle slithered over my shoulder and around my neck. It squeezed softly cutting off my airway for a moment, almost like it was a warning. All the while it’s tentacles continued moving.
I could feel its little mouth sucking my nipples. They alternated, sucking hard, then softly and teasingly all the while the other tentacles squeezed and kneaded the flesh of my breasts. More and more of the slime was soaking into my skin. My breasts and nipples had never felt so sensitive. The appendage at my groin was grinding against me. Slipping back and forth between my legs. Every once and awhile it would bump my clit causing me to gasp as my arousal grew. Each tentacle operated on its own, yet each was incredibly skilled working over my body in ways I never imagined were possible.
“Ugghh!!” I suddenly gasped for air as the tentacle around my throat released allowing me to breath again. I stayed silent now, catching my breath or at least trying to as I couldn’t hold back my soft moans now. But I couldn’t just give into it. Even if I was weak, and it seemed near impossible to escape, I couldn’t just let it take me.
I clenched my teeth together and forced myself to think of how disgusting this was. Not how perfectly it was touching my tits or how it seemed to be teasing my mound. It was a slimy disgusting alien of some kind, and I would get free.
***“You will submit…..Alexis…”***
I paused for a moment. It knew my name somehow. Somehow this fucked up mirror monster knew who I was. Why had it picked me? I didn’t really know and didn’t really care. “Fuck you, I’ll never submit to you!” I screamed back at it.
I could have sworn I heard it laugh after that. It was deep and short. But it sounded like a laugh. The tentacles were everywhere. Around my neck, multiple ones on my breasts, more teased my stomach sucking gently around my belly button and teasing over the waistband of my tights. Six or more were on my legs tightening and squeezing around my sore muscles. And of course the one at my crotch.
As if in response to my comments one of the smaller tentacles at my stomach dipped down towards the waistband of my tights and squirmed its way underneath. I knew where it was headed before it even got there. I arched my back wiggling my hips in hopes of throwing it off its trail but it was useless. The small vine worked its way down to my thong panties and passed under them as well. I felt it pause in the tiny landing strip I had shaved my pubic hair into this morning. It almost seemed to brush against it for a moment before pushing further down and finding its target. My love buttons was already standing at attention. Almost as if it was begging for attention peaking out from behind its protection. The small tentacle brushed against it pushing it back and forth for a few moments causing me to gasp hard before suddenly engulfing the small bud and sucking it just like the ones on my nipples.
“Ahh…Ohhh….Noo….Stop…It’s too much” I yelped suddenly overcome with waves of pleasure. The tentacle at my clit was in sync with the ones on my breasts. Sucking at alternating strengths. I couldn’t stop myself anymore. Everything was pleasure. My body was covered with black tentacles that contrasted my pale skin. And it kept working towards it’s goal to drive me to orgasm.
I struggled against them one last time. Trying to wiggle free in any which way. Trying to find an inch of space, an opening to escape, but they held strong. Continually contracting and moving across my skin and tights. My nipples were on fire with pleasure. My breasts ached with the constant attention and now my clit quickly joined them driving me closer and closer to orgasm as the larger tentacle on my mound continued to grind back and forth.
“Ohhh…fuck…I can’t…I can’t hold on much longer.” I moaned now arching my back again but not to escape but to grind my hips harder. I couldn’t fight much more. I was trying so hard to keep my orgasm at bay it was slowly starting to overwhelm me. My own juices mixed with the slime at my groin now only adding the tentacle further and encouraging it. Deep down I knew this ‘thing’ from the mirror was bringing my deepest darkest fantasies to life and there was nothing I could do about it.
Suddenly my arousal spiked as my body gave into the arousal. I could feel myself on the edge of a huge orgasm that was being forced upon me. My head tilted back and my eyes closed as I let out a long primal moan. I paused waiting for it to hit me. Waiting for the thunder to crash over my body. My legs quived in anticipation and then……..it didn’t come.
The tentacles were completely stopped. Still holding me tight but not moving at all. I grunted and attempted to rock my own hips and grind into the vine at my crotch but it did nothing. Second by second I felt that feeling of wonderful bliss slowly fade. I was still incredibly sensitive and I hadn’t orgasmed but that only made my body want it more.
“Ugghhh!! What is wrong with you!? I thought this is what you wanted!? Why did you stop?” I blurted out angrily. There was silence for a few moments before it responded.
***“You must submit Alexis. Not just with your body but with your mind as well.”***
And with that the tentacles slowly started moving again. First the ones on my stomach and thighs, rubbing and sucking at my exposed skin. There were now holes all over the tights covering my legs allowing the tentacles to suck at the sensitive skin on my inner thighs. Then slowly the others joined. My breasts were squeezed tightly and held that way as the suckers began to pull on my nipples again. Moments later my clit got the same treatment. I grinded my teeth together trying to force my body to resist.
This was it. It was everything I wished everyone of my ex boyfriends could give me. It was my ultimate fantasy, why did it have to be from this horrible thing. My body shuddered hard. Having my orgasm denied only moments ago allowed me to get there much faster this time. The sucking on my sensitive areas was ramping up, becoming faster, and harder with each passing moment. I was starting to feel it already, an orgasm approaching.
“Ohhhh….Ahhhh….Uhhhh…Please…stop….” I moaned now. It was impossible to resist. My body had already submitted to this monster. My arms hung weakly by my sides as my legs dangled down only held in place by the tentacles that spread them. My clit throbbed, my nipples ached and my stomach clenched as I grew closer for the second time. In the back of my mind I knew it wouldn’t let me cum. But in the front of my mind I welcomed it.
Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure rolled over me until I felt it all peak. I was right there. Right at the edge that would send me crashing over. My whole body arched waiting for it. Pleading for it. Begging for it. But then everything became still again. The monster held me there. Right there. It’s sucking reduced till it was barely noticeable but it still sucked keeping me on the edge. It was learning my body. It already knew my darkest fantasies somehow now it was learning just how to drive me wild.
Time seemed to stand still, just dragging on as it held me at the brink of orgasm for what seemed like minutes. My hips bucked trying to push myself over but it held me tightly until finally it stopped, letting me come down.
“UUUgghhhh” I cried with frustration. It was torture. Pure sexual torture.
***“I need to hear you say it Alexis. Say you submit to me.”***
The voice echoed in my head as I caught my breath.
“Never” I mumbled softly.
Just as I feel the monster begin again. I can suddenly hear something in the background. Almost like…..footsteps! Before I even realize exactly what is happening I feel myself falling. And then hard wood of the gym floor under my knees and hands. The tentacles retreating back into the mirror. And before I can move I hear the voice of a man standing in the doorway to the studio.
“Are you alright mam?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/70cofc/f_mirror_monster_part_1_fsub_bd_nc_scifi_tentacles
Pretty good
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That was great! What happens next?