Chris squirmed and kicked and only seemed to provide the thing better access to her legs, the warm grappling arm quickly securing itself fully up her previously free one. Well, she did also manage to scrape her hands and her bare ass on the rough ground a bit more. Goddess fuck why was this happening. More importantly, why wasn't Mica running? Or helping? That would be nice. An extra pair of hands to tug and pry at these things holding Chris in place would be swell.

The grad student strained as she dug her fingers into the warm cabling wrapped around her leg, trying to get it to come loose. She gave up on kicking against it, though each lift of her other leg to force her slightly from the ground still drew a small cry of alarm to her lips. Chris didn't want to look up into that horrible, unfeeling face again. The glance she'd caught earlier was more than enough for this lifetime. Still, the thing shifting above her, stuck outside the alleyway, kept tempting her eyes skyward before she could force them back to her fruitless task. Escape first, figure out what horrible monstrosity had her next.

Having secured a grip it was satisfied with on the girl’s left leg, the one with a grip on the right ankle released its grip and then swiftly and mercilessly sent itself on a journey, first between the girl’s legs although there was something blocking the way to the vagina and grazing by that, then spiraling up the torso tightly binding around the naked stomach and over her breasts, all brushing against her constantly with that warm cable. The cable would be too strong for the girl to resist. When it had received the grip it wanted, all around her torso and up brushing against her cheek with a metal grappling arm that was on the end of the cable, the two tentacle-like arms would lift Chris up to carry her closer, within range of the funnier stuff…

Mica put a hand on the wall. She was slowly… slowly regaining control. Too slowly. At the moment, she was only able to move her arms and legs a bit, but her effort to try to get up would be visible to someone looking at her. Still, neither her nor the mechanized monster had acknowledged the other’s existence.

If there was one thing to be thankful for, it was that Chris wasn't cold any more. Just about everything else had gone completely to shit, but the warmth of the cabling wrapping around her body and yanking her into the air was a slightly pleasant change of pace from being yanked, yelping, into the air and up towards the horrible, mechanical thing.

And still Mica was acting strange. "Help!" Chris yelled down at the undergrad in a vain hope the younger girl might be able to magic up a solution to the current situation. Being prodded by a machine wasn't exactly helping the nice panic Chris had building in her brain, though she was glad it hadn't decided to immediately yank off the harness covering her cunt. It sure was turning into a night of silver linings.

At the call for help, the pale girl on the ground lifted her head and silently stared up at the captured student. Her expression was devoid of emotions, merely staring immobile with her mouth slightly ajar. Just… sitting there, naked, lying on her knees, one hand on the wall. Staring up at Chris without moving an additional muscle.

If the Hibernator could grin or at all feel excitement, it probably would as the cable-things were carrying the body of an almost naked female within its reach. The different scythes were raising themselves as if intending to chop down at her any second, while the mouth of the beast opened a bit as if creating an opening to possibly eat the girl. As Chris was completely bound by one of the ‘arms’, the other released her leg, intent on working other places.

A scythe on the right side extended, brushing a cold and flat side against the girl’s cheek while the arm brought her face dangerously close to the Hibernator’s eyeless head, where it seemingly inspected her for several silent moments. Thereafter the scythes began slithering across her body, all four of them brushing those small openings left by the cable binding her to brush her belly, her arms and legs, her face, neck and hair as well as her breasts. All scythes were making sure not to harm the subject, so they used the backside and flat-side. The cable began shifting its grip, still holding her but shifting around in small movements so the smooth and warm surface began some strange form of massage feeling across her bound body. The bit of the cable pressing against between Chris’ legs pressed upwards with quite a bit more force than the rest of it. Meanwhile the free arm poked around the harness, randomly hitting at it with a small amount of force from different directions. All under the Hibernator’s nonexistent gaze.