It was disgustingly hot outside--for most girls.

Persephone had proved time and time again that she was simply no ordinary girl even in the non-traditional sense. Not many had her excellent stamina nor did they possess her incredible luck (which could be bad or good depending on the day and how many tentacles the thing chasing her had). But back to the point. Today seemed to be one of the better days as she hadn't been attacked once that day (which really was something of a record for her) and it was warm and that meant she could sleep easy.

Heat, for Seph, was one of two completely different things; it could sedate her and lull her into sleep or act as an aphrodisiac and arouse her like nothing else. It was odd, but one had to time it right otherwise one might find themselves on the receiving end of one of the pink-haired girl's slaps to the face. At the moment, she felt a bit of both. She was sleepy, but was languidly playing with herself on the soft sands of the beach, the sound of waves crashing soothing her nerves and her hands delightfully caressing soft flesh as she laid on a beach blanket with nothing, but a swimsuit on.

She wasn't getting too serious yet, but it couldn't be too sure...she could go either way in this sort of state. Would she fall asleep or play with herself until she got off on her own fingers pumping in and out of her pussy?

[Target Acquired]

Vanguard had been patrolling the shallow dpths of the beach, dusguised as something that was a master of disguise itself.... An octopus... albeit an octopus thats 16 feet across tentacle tip to tentacle tip with bluish glowing eyes.

Spotting the pink haired beauty sunning herself in the beach was quite a fantastic sight to his computerized brain. Her curves glistened in the noonday sun as she basked on her towel, ripe for the fucking....

getting to as shallow a part as he can, Vanguard keeping low, modifying his texture to match the sand, waiting for an opportune moment to strike.

Hands went up to young breasts, weighing them a little in each hand before she began to squeeze them rhythimically, massaging them into each other. While not exceedingly large, she had an ample bossom with lovely pink nipples which were hardening as fingers found them under her bikini top, rolling and pinching them between two fingers. Moaning softly to herself she trailed on hand down sensually, caressing the flat expanse of her pale tummy before dipping between her legs.

She stroked her thighs carefully as she continued to alternate between her two breasts with her other hand, twisting the nub of flesh around, having pull her top over her perky chest to get a better handle on things. Closing sky blue eyes she purred softly, licking her lips in anticipation as the hands touching her inner thighs moved up, up, up and then into her bikini bottom, spreading herself until she found her love button and played with that a little while.

Mmm...oh, yes...

Interesting....

It seems his target had begun phase one of the protection protocol all on her own, his sensors picking up the slight hints of arousal as the young girl continues to pleasure herself.

This was quite a bonus, the less energy he had to expend arousing her, the more energy he had to play with her, all he needed was for her to orgasm on her own and he would have a field day with this one, oh yes he will.

as a precaution though, he buries his tentacles into the sand, making them dig under the beach and position themselves around his victim, ready to spring at a moments notice. but until that moment, Vanguard decides to float around and enjoy the show.

"Nn....aaaah.....aaaah.....ah!"

After some time, both hands had relocated themselves down south between hr legs as she laid there, friggin' herself into a sweaty mess. Persephone, after growing annoyed with how restraining her bikini bottom was had simply stopped herself a moment to untie the strings and simply pull it off of herself. She also took off her top since it was digging uncomfortably into her back and felt silly just hanging around her neck.

Long columns of creamy white flesh were spread wide for anyone to see (not that the bunny girl knew that somebody was watching her) as long fingers pistoned in and out of her vagina, her sex lips fluttering about from the attention. Her other hand was busy stimulating her clit, rubbing circles until she brought herself up, up up as she masturbated on the beach.

The girl became more vocal and frantic as she continued to finger fuck herself, her movements jerky and erratic as she was getting closer and closer to her climax. Sweat glistened on her skin, rolling down her thighs, her arms...her perky, invitingly jiggling breasts! Finally, she gave out a silent cry, head pushing back as she finally came all over her fingers, sexual juices flowing out and coating her fingers and inner thighs as she experienced her physical high.

Eventually, she came down, sighing in content as she just got ready to take a short nap, the aphrodisiac part of the heat finally dying out and giving in to her sedation and eventual sleep...

[Showtime]

Vanguard reconfigured the tentacles to form a sort of stretcher underneath sleeping beauty, waiting till she drifts off to dreamland before scooping her, the towel, and the sand she was resting on, up some feet off the ground, trying not to rouse her but at the same time, trying to work fast as the effects of orgasm fade quickly. He begins to slither along into deeper waters, away from the beach and and a handy escape route should his captive awake.

now being in several feet of water, He gingerly wraps his octo-tentacles around little miss pinks ankles and wrists, as well as one on her waist. With mechanical grace, Vanguard lifts her off the towel and dumps the sand into the sea, along with her beach cloth.

He positions her so that her arms are behind her, thrusting her chest out and spreading her legs wide, giving her a little shake to wake her.

[Wakey wakey, Vanguard calling...]

Persephone had learned to be a bit of a light sleeper as she often than not had nightly attacks in the dorm as well as outside during the day. But since the heat was keeping her down, making her limbs heavy she dozed, but was immobile. She felt like she was floating in the air on a clod; what a lovely innocent dream she was having. She slept almost soundly as she was being carried out to water, not even aware of things wrapping around her wrists and ankles as well as her waist.

When she was shaken she fluttered her eyes open, wincing at the sun glaring into them as she looked around. Her brows furrowed, as she took in being held aloft over water and wondered what the hell was going on.

"What? Hey!" Snapping awake--as she was wont to do in these sorts of situations--she struggled; twisted and flexed her body in an attempt to escape whoever or whatever was holding her in place. She was indignant that she was being displayed in such a manner, her legs spread wide, still showing signs of her recent orgasm. "Let go!"

All she could see were what seem to be octopus tentacles, large ones, wrapped around her limbs and waist, adjusting to every move she makes. at first glance, they do look like octopus tentacles, suckes and all, that is until they moved, giving that all recognazible "whirr" of servos moving the prehensile appendage.

The remaing three of its tentacles rose out of the water, two started to play with her sweat covered breasts, latching on with suckers and pulling them off forcefully, making a "shmuck" sound each time skin and sucker parted. The third made it way to her bare sex, glistening with sweat and nectar, oh such a lovely sight to the cameras hidden at the tip of the tendril. It began to flick her still swollen clit, running the suckers across her folds as he does.

A pair of red glowing eyes start to shine under the water, and a metallic voice echoed all around her, a neat trick using sonic emmiters in the tentacles themselves.

[Hello there, in the mood for a bit of sushi?]

Okay, actual tentacles with suckers on them. Huh. That was new. Maybe an octopus got a hold of her--not that the notion of getting sexed up by a horny octopus seemed any better than most of the situations she got herself into. But the sounds of mechanical whirring made her thing that not everything was as it seemed and she was right when she heard the voice after a few more tentacles latched onto her still sensitive body which was still aroused from playing with herself earlier.

She bit back the moans coming out of her mouth, body stimulated once more.

"I'm not in the mood for anything! Let go!"

[Well thats too bad, 'cause the sushi is in the mood for you!]

Humor, it wasnt good at, but what it was good at was about to be shown to his pink haired captive. The pair playing with those perky mounds of hers slink around each breast and latch on, suckers gripping her tender flesh as the tips wrap around her still rigid nipples. the third kept rubbing and flicking her nub with the grace and dexterity no human finger could achieve, suckers continually latching and releasing her moist folds with timed precision.

Seph would have groan at the very bad attempt at humor, but was summarily distracted by more important things--like the damned things touching her in places she'd rather not be touched! But it was hard to get free. Whatever was holding her was stronger than her so she couldn't throw it off (not that she could with most who attacked her). She grunted with the effot of trying to struggle free, the occasional moan escaping her lips. Yes, it was especially hard for her to escape when she just wanted to melt into a puddle of pleasured goo. Her body was still sensitive from the attention she gave it before and only to have it stimulated again was both something she wanted badly and something that irritated her to no end. She flexed, curling up, then forcing herself straight, she cried out.

"Let me go!"

[I dont think so..] the once crazed maniacal voice replaced with a cool yet cruel metallic tone.

The tentacles begin to shift positions, turning the pink-haired rebels world upside down. quite literally.

She finds herself dangling wrong side up, the waves scraping the ends of her hair, appendages still latched on to her naked bossom. The tentacle playing with her underside pulls away till only the very tip of it is brushing between her luscious folds, giving it just enough stimulation to be pleasant, but not to pleasure.

[still want me to let go?]