Tiffany realized she was in serious trouble. But she was also a little disoriented and confused. Whatever had attacked her had ensnared her with such speed, she hadn't even had a chance to get a good look at it (or them), and with the tendril covering her eyes she couldn't see anything at all now. All she could do was feel the writhing mass crawling all over her.

An unknown number of the serpentine lengths peeled her top off and drug it away as another pair of them suddenly coiled tightly around her thighs. Smaller, slimmer appendages eventually managed to work the clasp at the front of her bra and tug the lacy undergarment up over her arms where it got twisted around her wrists.

"Mmmmmffff! Nnnnnnhhhhh!"

Tiffany tried to scream and yell for it to stop as her naked breasts were exposed to the writhing embrace of the tendrils, but her muffled cries were muted by the length covering her mouth. Were these things purposefully trying to undress her? Or were they just pulling things apart by instinct? The only clothes left on her now were her panties and her socks and shoes... when those were gone, would they try and pull HER apart?

A fresh wave of panic fueled another brief bout of kicking and screaming that only succeeded in allowing the tendrils to coil around her even more.

Tiffany was relatively intelligent, and despite her panic, she eventually realized that her constant flailing about was not only not helping, but actually making things worse. Even then, it was difficult to suppress her instinctive reaction to struggle, but with a great effort of will, she forced herself to cease her chaotic thrashing and instead tried to logically evaluate the situation she was in, dire as it may be.

Were the tendrils individual creatures? Or part of something else? It was hard to tell. The wriggling, prehensile lengths seemed to be of different sizes, and the texture of their skin also seemed to vary, suggesting they were independent of each other.

Then again, they also seemed to be working in a very coordinated manner. When Tiffany tried biting the one covering her mouth, another had coiled around her head vertically, holding her head in place and keeping her jaw shut in response. That seemed to indicate they were.....

"HHHMMMmmmfff!!!"

Tiffany's train of thought derailed as what could only be described as a tentacle, like that of an octopus, complete with tiny suckers lining the underside of its length, coiled about her neck and latched onto her skin. She could feel the warm, tiny nubs pulsating as they pulled lightly at her flesh. It tickled her neck a little and she almost laughed before fearful anticipation drowned out the sensation.

What the hell was it going to do to her now?

"Oh God... please don't let me die like this..." Tiffany thought to herself as she tried to figure some way out of her precarious situation...

As she calmed down, the coordinated tentacles continued to strip her clothes off with the calm, practiced touch of a professional taking apart an expensive relic rather than the wild beast that she expected him to be, if her 'fear' scent was any indicator. He kept at it, maneuvering her catch to peel off the rest of her light outfit until she was left in nothing but her cute panties and her stockings. Bereft of the advantage that he had thanks to her rough struggling which simply let him add more coiling lengths, he then made do with the grip he had on her now. Making sure she could breathe, he then slowly adjusted the angle of her head to make sure her airways were clear befor moving on. The sound of her lungs heaving from inside her, the rush of air through her body was a good indicator that she could indeed breathe.

Another sucker tipped length prodded around just below her bosom, finding a certain spot on her stomach and then latching on, the sensations feeling remarkably similar to the one now throbbing on her neck, before a pair of slick lengths coiled around her tits. Firm, but not hard enough distend her breasts. The lengths, appearing to be quite warm and wet - coated in an even layer of an oily gel allowed it to glide across her fair skin with ease as it closed around them. Smaller, finger-like tendrils followed these, working across her breasts as they appeared to aim for her nipples... before demonstrating an incredible level of coordination by weaving itself together to form a simple harness. This was then worked onto her tits, the lengths resting on her sensitive pink nipples and the warm underside of her breasts for a moment before they began to move back and forth, teasing her nipples while the larger pair on her tits casually groped her bosom.

Something let out a muffled chirp in the darkness.

The lengths that had worked their way around her thighs slowly forced her legs apart a little to reveal the small, but growing damp spot on her panties. He didn't go for it right away, though - first, he felt her damp nethers up with a tapered, flat-headed tentacle lined with ridges. Without going any further, he held his catch on the precipice of pleasure as he waited for her to react. What he would do next would be up to her.

Resisting the urge to kick and struggle wildly did not improve Tiffany's situation very much, although it did seem to have a calming effect on the creature as well. (The prescence of that octopus-like tentacle gave her the distinct impression that the tendrils were all part of a singular organism.) Instead of wrapping quickly around any part of her body that was exposed by her fear-driven thrashing, it instead began to move in a slower, more methodical manner.

Tiffany was still terrified, fully expecting to be devoured alive or torn limb from limb at any moment, but so far, the creature hadn't done anything to actually hurt her. It seemed content for the moment with just keeping her immobilized as it continued to undress her, peeling her clothes off one article at a time until she was left in nothing but her panties and thigh-high stockings.

Tiffany squirmed as a second tentacle slithered over her ribs and first probed at her torso before attaching itself just below her heaving breasts. It tickled worse than the first one had and Tiffany groaned into the tendril covering her mouth, a sound of half revulsion and half laughter.

"HHHNNN! MMMMFFFF!!!"

Two more medium sized tendrils, these ones different from the others in that they felt slick and oily and wet, coiled tightly around her tits and began to squeeze firmly, but not painfully, while sliding back and forth around the base of those firm mounds of flesh. Smaller tendrils laced across her chest like a harness and began to saw back and forth across Tiffany's small, pink nipples, causing those sensitive nubs to tingle and tighten, quickly rising into stiff, erect points.

This hellishly intimate and overtly sexual action spiked the blonde student's level of panic again and she couldn't help but wriggle and twist in an effort to avoid the creature's loathsome caresses. She protested as loudly as she could into the appendage muffling her mouth.

"NNNNNNHHHHHH!!! NNUUHHH! NNUUHHH! NNNNUUUHHHH!!!!"

"What the hell? What is it trying to do to me? This CANNOT be happening..." Tiffany thought in growing desperation.

Tiffany was afraid; she didn't want this. But her body had only one response to such continous and ovewhelming stimulation.

The tendrils... coiling around her thighs and breasts... sliding back and forth across her aching, rock-hard nipples... the tiny suckers throbbing and pulling at her skin along her neck and across her tummy... writhing and slithering warmly against almost every inch of her exposed flesh...

Unwilling as she may be, Tiffany could nonetheless feel herself growing flushed and feverish; the heat of her forgotten but lingering arousal at watching the prefect and the guard suddenly blossomed back into full bloom between her legs, radiating outward in warm, pulsing waves...

"NO! I... I have to focus... I have to... to figure out... oh God... that feels... really good... No! I don't want this! I... I need to... to... omigod... omigod it feels SO good..."

The feel of her legs being drawn further apart as another new tendril, this one flat and ridged, began to stroke her sex through the thin fabric of her panties snapped Tiffany out of the sexual daze she had started to drift into. She was apalled to feel the way the damp cotton was clinging to her skin. She was already wet... somehow, against her will, this nightmarish thing had already made her wet...

Tiffany began screaming "NO!" into her "gag" over and over as she struggled with all her strength to bring her thighs back together. Her hips bucked and twisted and writhed in a frantic effort to evade the touch of this new appendage that was taking such intimate liberties with her body...

As her lungs shuddered - perhaps she was ticklish there? The sucker-tipped length pushed off her ribs before exploring her stomach for a moment, then attaching itself to her - this time to the soft skin just below her navel. The things groping her breasts became a little more aggressive as the thing left, eagerly massaging her tits and licking the valley between her jugs with what felt like a rough, oil-dripping tongue. The stuff it oozed felt pleasantly warm, and almost comfortable as it continued to apply a thick coating on her chest and neck as a pair of smaller 'tongues' descended upon her to lick her tits.

Despite this, she continued to struggle.

Shifting its motions, the creature quietly pulled back from her wet panties as she shifted her body as she moved to desperately avoid the tentacle that had inspected her rapidly-growing dampness. For a few seconds, it seemed to watch her move her body, before withdrawing, leaving her drenched sex twitching in protest as the warm flesh pulled away from her. Droplets of her honey formed on the fabric of her panties as he took in her scent.

You struggle so valiantly, yet your body weeps for more, he thought. I don't get it...

Yielding to her effort, the lengths that had coiled around her thighs let her close her legs... only for the muscles on her thigh to meet with a shifting 'mound' formed of twitching tentacles and swirling nodes that provided a delicate sensation for her stocking-clad lads. The grip on her thighs shifted, pushing her legs closed around this 'wall' of flesh as it pushed up, letting the ridged skin press against her panties. Amplified by the thin fabric, her sensitive lips took in the subtle motions of the ridges, the smooth, tapered tentacles and the shifting bumps all at once.

The smooth tongues exploring her tits finally converged on her erect nipples, leaving behind trails of alien fluid marking its path as they began to 'lick' at her nubs lightly, the warm liquid providing a little comfort in the cold air of the storage room. These 'tongues' moved unlike the thing between her legs - where she expected them to be constantly randomizing its motions, these moved with the precision and pace of an expert masseuse, working more arousal into her system.

Tiffany quickly realized with a growing sense of desperation that this creature was either incredibly intelligent or that it's instincts were hellishly cunning. As she struggled to bring her legs back together, she found it remarkably easy because the creature had altered it's tactics to accomodate the manuever. Instead of resisting her move, the tendrils suddenly changed direction, squeezing her legs tightly together now. Except that instead of feeling her thighs pressed against each other, she found them pressed against a writhing, spherical mass of tentacles that coiled and twisted around one another in a most disturbing manner. This mass surged forward as her legs closed around it, pressing up against the crotch of her now very wet panties. The feel of those writhing lengths wriggling and squirming against her sex through the thin veil of cotton was really no better than than the single tendril that had been stroking her there had been, and in some ways, it was even worse. Pressing and rubbing against the soft, warm folds of her netherlips... lashing against the hot, tight slit between those silken petals... brushing and bumping against the sensitive little nub of her clitoris, making it begin to throb and swell with unwanted but steadily building arousal.

Even worse was what it was doing above her waist. The sucker-lined tendril had moved downward and attached itself to the sensitive skin below her belly button. The tiny suckers pulled at her flesh and it was like a dozen or more tiny mouths kissing and sucking and licking her there all at once. The sensation was horrifyingly exquisite. With the tentacle lower down now, the tendrils kneading her breasts increased their efforts as well, squeezing and rubbing and coiling around them like the hands of a trained masseuse or a skillfull lover. Another oily tendril seemed to lick at the valley between her breasts, leaving a slippery coating of that warm, slick residue covering her chest. Smaller tendrils dragged across her erect nipples, licking at those tingling, rock-hard nubs in a chaotic, inconsistent rythm. Every flick across her nipples made Tiffany gasp and shudder now.

Struggling to keep her thoughts focused on some way to escape, Tiffany couldn't hold back a reluctant moan of pleasure.

"NHH! MMmmhhhh... mmmmmmmhhhhhhh..."

Despite the way her body was betraying her, Tiffany's mind hadn't given up all hope yet. Having learned that violent struggling resulted in more aggressive reactions from the creature, she began to very delicately try and extract her hands from the tangle of tentacles and lacy bra straps that were twined around them, keeping her movements as slow and unobtrusive as possible. It was extremely difficult however, as the steadily building arousal coursing through her body threatened to invade her mind as well, making it harder and harder to concentrate...

They say humans gain incredible powers if their adrenaline glands are allowed to unleash their potential. I can see that now... he mused to himself as he watched his catch switch tactics, putting on a superhuman effort at attempting to free herself while she kept making those adorable vocalizations to distract him as she shifted slightly forwards to inadvertently offer her body up for his viewing pleasure.

That's when he noticed her sneaky attempt to wriggle out of the bindings he had put on her wrists. Instead of responding immediately, he considered an alternate path of action. Watching her fumble with the hooks and straps, it was clear that she would take a little time to get loose.

Now, what to do with you?

For a moment, he let her try to untangle her wrists from the bra he used as a pair of handcuffs on her - the fact that she was trying to work her way out of it instead of tearing it off meant that she had a good reason to preserve her clothing. He nodded to himself as he looked over to her discarded clothing for a moment, mentally patting himself on the back for not tearing them off her. Satisfied that she was fully distracted, her thoughts focused on escape, he waited until she managed to almost get her wrists clear - then shifted up slightly to have the pair of jawed suckers lurking over her tits latch onto her sensitive nipples. The tough cartilage bit down on her areolae, striking as swiftly as a terran serpent before the nodules teased her tits even more. At the same time, he lifted up the ridges on the central cock that was languidly exploring her panties, causing a plethora of pleasurable sensations to jet up her spine.

The slick, oily tendrils sliding over and around her tits while their smaller siblings lashed at her stiff, fully erect and fully aroused nipples was driving Tiffany insane. Coupled with the sensation of the throbbing, suckered tentacle kissing and sucking and pulling at her skin all along the lower length of her torso and the churning mass of the serpentine appendages twisting and writhing between her legs, it was almost impossible to focus on her efforts to escape. Every flick across her nipples sent an almost electric jolt of pleasure coursing through her body, racing down her spine toward her swollen clit, making that tiny, sensitive nub throb and ache with helpless pleasure. The reluctant little gasps she had let out at first were becoming soft, lustful moans with each stroke across those rock-hard buds.

Through a monumental effort of will, Tiffany continued her slow, careful efforts to extract her hands from their bindings of lacy bra and alien flesh. It seemed to be working so far as the creature had made no effort to counter her movements yet.

"Oh my God... these tentacles... all over me... so warm and slippery... it feels so good... getting... so wet... NO! no no no no no no no... I... I have to... have to stay focused... slow and steady... get my hands free... al... almost there..."

Tiffany's hands were indeed almost loose when two large, "mouthed" tentacles suddenly lunged forward like a couple of striking serpents and clamped down around her breasts, "biting" at her areola. The mouths had no actual teeth that she could feel, but they were lined with rings of smooth, hard bone or cartilage.

A strange, but powerful mixture of pain and pleasure lanced through her, making her back arch, inadvertantly thrusting her tits more firmly into the twin maws of the snake-like tentacles and she moaned louder and longer now into the tendril covering her mouth.

"HHHHMMMMFFFF!! MMMMMMHHHHhhhhhhh...."

Even though they were already covered by the thick tentacle wrapped around her face, Tiffany squeezed her eyes tightly shut as she tried to clear her head, struggling to suppress the sudden spike of mind-numbing arousal that rippled through her. With growing dismay, she became aware that between her legs, a single, large, ridged tendril had begun to assert itself more dominantly than the others, rubbing lasciviously up and down against her dripping wet sex through her soaked panties in a terrifying way that made her shiver and tremble with each stroke and made her hips want to roll forward, pressing harder against that warm, rigid length.

Calling on the last reserves of her rapidly deteriorating willpower, Tiffany managed to resist her body's instictive urge to grind her hips upward into the creature's thrusts. Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she tried to refocus her thoughts on the simple act of freeing her hands, hoping that if she could just concentrate hard enough, she could distract herself from the hellish, demonic lust that was building up so intensely within her....

The sawing motions of the rings of flesh inside the suckers worked to further tease her nipples as the creature latched on, powerful muscles working in tandem with its coiling body to lightly tug and squeeze her tits as he established his grip on her bosom. In the one moment where she had lost focus on her arms, he casually twirled another length around her arms in a way that she would have to encounter it once she succeeded in getting past the bindings that currently were wrapped around her wrist.

Below her, he shifted the intruder that was teasing her panties away from her for a moment, giving her a few seconds of respite before working a pair of the fleshy organs inside her delicate, lacy panties. The first one pressed against her soaked cunt for a moment before resting its velvety side on her inflamed lips which slightly parted in anticipation of what was to come next, its tapered head resting against her clit, and her cunt seemed to relish warmth and relaxing sensation of just being pressed against that sideways-length. The other intruder, working its way into her panties from her back, sought out her rear hole, 'licking' around as it zeroed into her cute rear. The flatter head of this intruder didn't punch through her ass either - much like the thing now teasing her dripping cunt, it remained satisfied just caressing and teasing her rim for now.

The thing that had latched onto her stomach slowly relinquished its grip, leaving a sensitive mark on her stomach as it trailed around her body, leaving a trail of cool liquid on her skin as it sought... something on her body. It almost felt like a delicate tongue, the way it lightly touched her skin to draw out and fill in the surreal levels of pleasure she was experiencing.

Tiffany's plan to distract herself by focusing her concentration completely on the task of freeing her hands actually worked...

for about 10 seconds.

She managed to slide her hands out from under the twisted fabric of her own bra, but when she tried to move them down to pull the tentacles off of her face, she discovered that another tendril had woven its way between her wrists in a figure eight pattern and as she started to move, this tendril constricted, pulling her wrists tightly together and holding her hands in place, still stretched out above her head. The frustrated blonde tugged once at this new binding, but as she feared, physical resistance was met with counter resistance; the tendril tightened around her wrists and pulled her outstretched arms upward more forcefully.

Tiffany tried to analyze what alternatives were left to her, but her thoughts seemed to drift out of her mind before she could really consider them, swept away in the flood of overwhelming pleasurable sensations the tendrils were forcing on her body.

The bulbous, mouthed tendrils mauling her breasts continued to suck and pull at her flesh, almost chewing on her nipples and areola, the sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before and she moaned helplessly against the tendril covering her mouth. Desperation was quickly becoming despair as the squirming blonde could feel her body giving in to the unwanted but inescapable pleasure being forced upon her. The tight channel of her womanhood felt hot and slick and soft, as though it were melting in the searing heat of her arousal.

She felt the thick tendril that had been rubbing between her legs pull back for a moment before slithering its way inside her panties. The warm, alien flesh pressed against her swollen lips and she was apalled to feel them part slightly as if in invitation. She moaned again as the tip of it nestled up against her throbbing clit. Another tentacle wormed its way down the back of her panties and began to tease the tight, forbidden entrance of her ass. Tiffany had never been penetrated that way before, and the thought of what this creature might be planning to do back there sent a fresh spike of fear surging through her.

She bucked her hips upward in a panicked effort to avoid the tendril probing her ass, but in doing so, she inadvertantly thrust her slick, wet sex more firmly against the tentacle in front of her, the tip of that rigid length pushing hard against her clit, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure cascading through her that made her back arch sharply. A shudder of sexual agony rippled through her body as her inner walls clenched in a spasm of raw, primal lust that caused a torrent of hot, slippery nectar to well up between her slightly parted folds.

Tiffany tried to fight it, this hellish arousal that was slowly overriding her thoughts and taking control of her body and mind... but she knew she was losing. And when the thick, sucker-lined tentacle detached itself from her tummy, she felt more disappointed than relieved, missing the feel of all those little kisses on her skin. Even so, she fought as hard as she could to regain control of herself...

From its careful, precise motions as it explored her body after letting go of her stomach, she could discern that it was looking for something, but it wasn't exactly clear what it was after. Its path was illuminated to her mind's eye as it left a relaxing trail of liquid on her body as it moved past her hips, across one of her cute, perky asscheeks, up the small of her back and slowing down as it reached her neck, it latched on to the side of her neck, the soft nodules backed by the harder 'jaws' seeming to kiss her again.

The cortex computer shot a warning on the output screen, and he eased off her chest. Perhaps he had been a little too excited to catch a real, live human. Instead of sucking hard on her tits, he slightly toned down the squeezing and tugging, adding several more finger-like tentacles to slowly grope and feel her up. The harness that held her tits now worked to 'saw' the slick lengths onto her sensitive melons, adding another layer of pleasure to the already-complex vortex of sexual pleasure she was stuck in.

For a few seconds, he lightly pressed the head of the intruder in her rear onto her forbidden hole, finding it to be such a tight fit that he decided to wisely pull back. There was no way it could penetrate her with his current intruder without doing lasting damage - so for now, the head would shift inside her panties, daubing some of her slick honey and then caressing the rim with her own juices, adding something for her to keep track of.

Meanwhile, he had felt - rather than seen the lips of her sodden box part slightly as she pressed her pussy onto him. The way she moaned out as the head of the thing in the front of her panties pressed against her cute clit was so erotic that if he hadn't trained extensively for this, he would have gone all out on her there and then. Instead, he focused on groping her tits and teasing her eager cunt - the scent of fear was still on her and there was a chance that she could break free. Humans were amazing like that - after all, she had tried to slip free of her bindings even now.

Tiffany was out of options.

Fighting like a cornered animal had only entangled her more firmly in the grasp of the monstrous tentacles. Her slow and careful efforts to more stealthily extricate herself had also failed.

She couldn't scream for help or beg for mercy because her mouth was covered.

She couldn't grope blindly for a weapon because her hands were snared.

She had never even had a chance to get a look at the creature. In the dim light of the closet, she had only caught a brief glimpse of it (that her brain could not even interpret as a recognizable thing) as it had snatched her off her feet and quickly "blindfolded" her.

Tears welled up in the blonde student's eyes as she realized the hopelessness of her situation. She was afraid and she was angry, but she was also ashamed of the way she was utterly unable to stop the powerful physical response her body was having to what the creature was doing to her.

Despite all her fear and revulsion and disgust... Tiffany had never felt such hellish, nightmarish pleasure. Even though the "mouths" on her breasts had lessened the intensity of their assault somewhat, a fresh swarm of smaller lengths had descended on her firm mounds, groping and rubbing and feeling her up like the fingers of a hand, although each one was capable of it's own independent movement. The thicker, oily tendrils were still coiling around and squeezing her tits as the interlaced "harness" of their smaller siblings continued to slide back and forth across her chest and ribs in a rythmic sawing motion. Her stiff, sensitive nipples felt hard enough to cut glass and were throbbing and aching with an agonizing level of arousal.

"HHHHMMMMMFFFFF! MMMMHHHHHH.... NNNNHHHH..."

Tiffany half sobbed and half moaned into the tentacle covering her mouth as she felt her body giving in to its lustful urges. The feel of the thick, warm flesh of that cock-like tendril pressed between the hot, slick folds of her dripping wet sex, it's flat tip pushed firmly against her swollen love button as it's twin teased her forbidden rear entrance, slippery with her own juices, at last pushed her beyond the limits of her resistance.

Tiffany struggled to control herself, but no matter how hard she tried to fight it, she couldn't stop her back from arching or her hips from rocking forward, grinding against that phallic length... ever so slightly at first, but growing steadily more insistent as she slowly spiralled downward into a helpless frenzy of primitive, sexual need.

She could feel the unwanted pleasure building within her, steadily rising toward the peak of ecstasy, higher and higher. While her mind raged against the sensation, her body revelled in it... wanted it... and when the suckered tentacle latched back onto her throat, Tiffany turned her head and craned her neck to give it better access, moaning steadily now as she relished the feel of its kisses against her skin again...

As her hips slowly began to move, some of the lengths wrapped around it eased off, the things serving to guide her in the dark as she continued to rub her panty-covered, drooling cunt across the rich texture of the cock that now rested over her pussy. The things wrapped around her thighs shifted slightly downwards as they 'adjusted' to give her room to move as more lengths continued to wrap around her ankles, sliding under her to provide her ankles and feet with some much-needed cushioning against the hard floor.

The scent of fear still continued to billow out of her, so he let her take the lead for now, gently groping and squeezing her breasts as the cartilage-lined suckers halted their relentless sucking and peeled off, backing away to let a new pair of slick lengths licked her erect nipples as he guided her to grind on his cock. He was surprised at how good the fabric felt on his nodules and ridges, and congratulated himself on his judgement call on not tearing her clothes off. Speaking of undergarments - he shifted his eyes up a little bit, looking at the tangled bra that she had managed to work her hands out of - and with a few, deft motions, he retied her wrists together with it.

Next, he withdrew the large tentacle exploring her rear, satisfied that he had teased her cute rear enough. Replacing the larger, muscular cock was a smaller length with a tapered head that ended with a smooth, prehensile tip that had the motion range of a human's tongue. With a deft motion as it slid under the hem her panties, the tip found her rear end explored the rim again, the delicate tip a better contender to explore her insides than that larger tentacle. She looked to be still tight - crushingly so, however. So instead of trying to force its way into her, he continued to 'lick' her sphincter, applying a combination of her nectar and his own secretions onto her sensitive gate.

Tiffany's thoughts were growing fuzzy and hazy, lost in the fog of inescapable pleasure clouding her mind. Her fear and anger and shame hadn't diminished, but all these emotions seemed to be slowly sinking into a dark and bubbling quagmire of toxic lust, drowning in the poisonous ecstasy of her own helpless arousal.

The suckers covering her breasts had been slowing down for some reason, and now they withdrew completely, replaced by those smaller, whip-like tendrils that lashed at her painfully erect nipples.

Every flick across those sensitive, pink buds sent a fiery jolt of pleasure flashing through her mind and body that made her shudder and moan and made her hips rock upwards, grinding harder against the ridged, alien cock nestled between her heated sex and her wet panties.

Similar to those mouthed tentacles that had been mauling her breasts, the creature's second "cock", which had been teasing her ass, also moved away from her, replaced by a smaller, tapered length, this one oily and wet and slick like the ones coiled around the base of her tits. This smaller tendril teased and tickled at the sensitive flesh of her tight rear entrance much more effectively than its larger sibling had, it's movements more subtle, allowing her body to steadily acclimate to this unfamiliar type of stimulation. Her hips stopped twisting away from the creature's touch back there, slowly becoming more and more receptive to the sensation, eventually even pushing back against the tongue-like tendril as long ignored nerve endings were awakened to their first sexual pleasure.

Tiffany's hips rocked more noticeably back and forth now, grinding her hot, wet cunny against the creature's cock on the upstroke, and her tight little ass against the "tongue" beneath her on the downstroke. Her body's powerful sexual impulses had taken over, and no matter how hard she tried, Tiffany no longer seemed able to control herself. She had felt the pleasure rising toward its peak already, felt herself being driven closer and closer toward inexorable climax despite her efforts to deny it, and now, as the massive orgasm she could feel building inside her grew larger... closer... more intense... it became equally more insistent.

"Ohh God.... can't... can't get away... it feels... so good... so hot... so wet... omigod omigod omigod... can't stand it..."

Tiffany barely felt her hands being re-tied above her head as the agonizing pleasure consumed her thoughts, although the serpent-like lengths coiling around her ankles and calves felt intensely erotic to her for some reason, making her toes curl as the alien flesh, smooth and warm and muscular, slid across her own...

Another ethereal, higher-pitched chirp - sounding further away than the last one was the only warning that she got before the things teasing her nipples drew back, leaving her nubs throbbing with need as her breasts were left alone as the creature continued to do something in the dark - the sound of furniture being moved was easily picked up by the girl as being blindfolded had started to affect her other senses. As her tongue, the tip inadvertently played against the flesh which she had attempted to bite, she would note the rich texture, and the slightly viscous liquid that was forming on its skin. The next thing she would feel was a newcomer, its relatively dry skin caressing her skin lightly as it slowly slowly wound around her neck. Round and round it went, until it halted to lift up a few loops to the side of her head, giving her a place to rest her head after all that strenuous physical activity.

As her hips continued to grind against the duo in her panties, she felt the coils binding her thighs loosen up ever so slightly - the action causing her to accidentally grind her sensitive nethers far harder than she had intended to, sending a fresh jolt of pleasure up her spine, the things binding her arms and ankles quickly compensating for her sudden shift, making sure she didn't accidentally hit one of her limbs on the floor. Letting her work down the sudden burst of pleasure, the things in her panties continued to work against her for a moment.

That was when she felt the 'head' of the large cock-thing split open, revealing a series of nodule-lined insides as it settled this 'segment' back on her lips, letting her ride the bumpy, twitching nodules lining the split. She felt narrower lengths prodding her holes as she continued to grind her hips on the things, their motions reminding her of fingers as they continued to caress her drenched honeypot, giving her a little relief from the ache of her breasts as her nipples continued to twitch, as if calling for something - anything to attend to them.

Tiffany's pleasure soaked mind barely registered the odd chirping noise, possibly acquainting it with the sound of a smoke detector or some other type of normal, commonplace equipment, but as she heard the sounds of furniture and other large fixtures being shuffled about, a sense of foreboding began to form inside her mind. And that foreboding gave way to a fresh spike of fear as a new tendril slowly coiled around her neck...

The creature had already begun to lessen its torturous ravaging of her breasts and now it had taken hold of her throat... Tiffany was certain that it would probably kill her now...

The blonde student writhed in the monster's grasp, her skin glistening in the dim light of the closet, drenched in a mixture of its slick, oily secretions and her own sweat as her fear and arousal mixed together within her, forming some new, chaotic emotion that there was no word for.

When death didn't come, Tiffany's fear began to gradually subside. She suddenly realized, to her shock and horror, that even as she had begun to thrash about again, in fear for her life, her hips had continued their instictive rocking, grinding against the monstrous tentacles lodged inside her soaked panties. Even worse, was that she was shamefully aware that her state of arousal had not only NOT dissipated in her fright, but had somehow actually seemed to continue to build, especially when that sudden change in the pressure of the creature's grip caused her helplessly rocking hips to grind HARD against the tentacle pressed against her hot and throbbing cunt.

Yet even as her arousal grew steadily more intense, the creature seemed intent on not pushing her too far too quickly. She could feel the erotic tension of orgasm building to the point where her body began to ache for that release, where her lustful urges were trying to take command of her thoughts and movements, as was plainly evident in the way she seemed unable to stop her hips from grinding against the creature's tendrils, but the more her resistance crumbled, the more the creature seemed to slow down its efforts, letting her arousal build to an excruciating level of intensity, but keeping her from getting too close to that threshold of climax.

What was it trying to do to her???

A shudder of revulsion rippled through her as she felt the creature's "cock" split open, releasing a swarm of smaller lengths that probed and rubbed at her parted netherlips like long, boneless fingers. She moaned loudly against her "gag" as she felt the tips of a few of them slither between those soft folds, exploring the hot, tight, slippery wet channel beyond them. Strange, throbbing bumps also lined the split and were pressing against her now as well, making her shudder again as her body was bombarded with even more of that vile, demonic pleasure...