The one around her middle squeezed gently, though it did not
seem to want to actually constrict her. After a moment, it loosed
again but did not relinquish its grip. She looked down to see two
more of them slide up her body, and they hooked into the opening of
her robe. Without warning, they suddenly yanked away from each
other, tearing her robe open. A muffled scream rose from her throat
and she struggled against her bonds wildly as they did the same to
her @%^[email protected]! bindings.
Her @%^[email protected]!s bounced free, jiggling a little as she wiggled around.
What was going to happen to her? Why was this happening? Her
thoughts were suddenly interrupted as these two coiled around the
base of her @%^[email protected]!s, squeezing each gently. She looked down at them
as the one in her mouth pumped slowly. She was not sure what had
gotten her, or how many there were. They seemed to be a cross
between snakes and tentacles, and for a moment, she wondered if all
of these tentacles were connected to a larger creature.
The tentacles around her @%^[email protected]!s squeezed again, gently as their
tips rubbed against her nipples, and she let out a soft whimper as
they hardened under the administrations. The squeezes became more
firm, although not at all painful, and they would constrict then
let go slightly, as if massaging her @%^[email protected]!s. The tips continued to
rub against her hardened nubs and she let out a soft moan of
pleasure. Her nipples received firmer attention, the tips of the
tentacles now alternating between rubbing and circling, and her
eyelids fluttered in delight. However, she had not forgotten her
situation, and continued struggling against her bonds, trying to
kick free and twist her arms. But nothing seemed to work, and it
was apparent that the tentacles were determined to fulfill whatever
purpose they had for her.
She felt something caress her tummy and knew immediately that it
was another tentacle. Its caress was gentle, as if it was trying to
reassure her. The tentacle in her mouth thrust more firmly, as if
trying to gain her attention and she whimpered softly. What did it
want with her? What did they all want from her?
It leaked just a bit more of its fluid in her mouth, a few drops
that coated her tongue with that mildly sweet and pleasant
concoction. She felt no stinging, no numbness, no nothing that told
her that this liquid was any sort of poison. It gave her a firm
thrust, almost pressing against the back of her throat and she let
out a soft whimper, shaking her head, afraid that it would slither
down her throat. It seemed a little more than an inch thick,
perhaps one and a half. It was not so thick that her jaw was
uncomfortably stretched open, but she knew that if her jaw was kept
like this for longer than a little while, it would become
sore.
It drew back a little and wiggled around and she whimpered softly.
It paused, then thrust in and out slowly, going near the back of
her throat with each thrust, but no further. She pressed her tongue
against its underside and started to suck on it, knowing nothing
else she could do with her mouth at the moment. It tensed for a bit
then wiggled around again, as if showing its approval and she was
rewarded with a few more drops of the sweet liquid. As she
continued sucking, it resumed its thrusting, going at a slow and
languorous pace, beading a bit more of its fluid at intervals as if
to encourage her.
The tentacle around her middle loosened, and before she could
react, her robe was yanked down, ripping again as the fabric was
rent in more places. She gave out a muffled cry and bit down.
