The latex tentacles continued to sway slowly around her, keeping her trapped within there confines, but at least while she waited they didn't seem to do anything else. Even as the minutes past, and perhaps some sort of dread creeping in for the time she was waiting, still nothing happen.

Given that nothing seemed to be happening one way or another as she stood there waiting, daring might have finally gotten the better of her as she reached out that slim hand toward one of the latex tendrils. NO sooner then did she brush it with her finger tip, that the latex quickly melted down over her finger and quickly engloving her hand in a globe of liquid latex.

Given she most likely jerked back as soon as the liquid flowed onto her.. the tendril she had touched flowed down sank until she was attached to the floor by this one tendril now engulfing her hand. But try as she might tugging and pulling it was firmly imbedded into the ground.. she could feel her fingers within the warm pulsing latex force her hand into a fist within its confines basically making that hand useless as she was tethered.

The other tendrils around her has started a more wave around her.. like they were all upset.. and getting ready to strike as one of there own had been disturbed.

Even as she stood there trying to fight against the one that now held her hand.. the flowing tendril of solid but fluid latex stopped midway up her arm as it held her, that's when she suddenly something splatter against the back of her left knee and encircle around her knee itself, looking down was another of the tendrils that had flung itself at her from behind.. catching her at the knee.. now further binding her in this liquid latex like stuff.

Bria's eyes went wide. As she attempted to jerk her hand back she found that she couldn't. Latex rolling down her hand as the tentacle retracted to the floor. As if caught on a fishing line she had no choice but to go with it. First falling to her knees on the spongy floor then her face.

Pulling with all her strength Bria felt her hand forced into a fist. Latex continued to flow half way up her arm. Her heart slammed in her chest. It seemed she had just enough strength to avoid being pulled into the floor but not nearly enough to break away.

“Let me go!” Panicked Bria used her other hand to try to press up and off the floor. While struggling her leg was hit. There was no pain but another tentacle came crashing down on the back of her knee. More of this latex substance spreading out against her.

She was unable to make sense of what was going on. Trapped, she was virtuallly face down managing to get her head up but it felt as if her chest was being squeezed against that spongy floor. In her state she looked around for something, anything to help but failed to see anything save for the tentacles all about her.

On the positive side the tentacle didn't seem to be tugging against her trapped arm. Still it wasn't letting go. As her panic scaled up she managed to get her knees under her to little avail as she was subsumed by the tentacles and at their mercy. Her arm and knee stuck she wasn't able to harness much strength in this position. Still she struggled on instinct in an effort to free herself.

The latex tendrils so far hadn't pulled her anywhere even as she had stumbled to her knees on the floor.. they just held her firmly.. by one hand.. and now from behind one of her knees.

Even as they held her fast they rippled for a moment before another tentacle shot forward splattering wetly against the middle of her back, its surface sticking to her back flesh there only to spread out furthering capturing her. Its surface speading out into a star pattern over her back.. almost like glueing itself to her.

Another tendril shot forward from the side slapping her upper thigh of the leg that wasn't captured, the new spot quickly being engulfed as the latex spared over and around the smoothness of her thigh until it had also entrapped her there.

Even in her flailing attempts it was hard not to attempted to free herself with her free hand, of course that only lasted another moment before she would indeed find another tentacle engulfing her free hand.. and forming that one into a helpless fist within itself as it coated similar to her other arm, further trapping her more within this liquid latex's wet embrace.

Bria was afraid. While the tentacles didn't try to pull her anywhere they did not let up in their hold. As much as she struggled she only found her back and soon other leg snared as well. With little hope she continued to press against the ground with her freed hand as if she could pull herself away,

Soon that hand was snared as well. Engulfed in a sea of latex. Bria was on her knees securely in the embrace of these tentacles. Frantically she began turning her head this way and that as she searched for something. Just what that something was eluded her. Not that she could reach it. So far she hadn't seen anything.

Alarmed she attempted to wiggle to get free which lasted only briefly since she got get no leverage. Sighing she stilled saving her energy for the time being as she considered alternate ways out of this mess. Nothing came to mind and she was stuck here until freed one way or another. She doubted that help would be along any time soon and while nothing further happened yet that didn't stop the pounding within her chest at the unknown that was yet to come.

The latex continued to pulse where it touched and spread itself over the selected spots it had ensnared. Not really pulling her this way or that.. but it was indeed fully trapping her within its grip.

Another tendrils would suddenly whip it.. it almost seemed like it was going straight for her face for a moment before it sliped below her chin and encircled itself around her throat, she felt the liquid slide along and around her skin and below that collar that already rested upon her slim neck, until the liquid met it side behind her neck.. now leashing her so to speak to the tendril that was coming out of the floor in front of her. The tendril would tug slowly forceing her to lower her head a little bit.. causing her ass to be higher then her raised head.. but it didn't pull her all the way to the floor before it stopped.

Even as she struggled there, another pair of thicker tendrils would raise out of the floor under her.. as they would encase over her breasts slowly.. flowing around the sides of her bra to coat her flesh and encasing both her orbs... A moment later she would feel smaller hair like tendrils suddenly curl around her nipples and slowly start tugging on her nips gently while the other liquid that was encasing her orbs slowly started to pulse and massage her gently.

Now she was trapped, on her hands and knees.. with her neck pulled lower.. with her breasts being massage and teased as she stayed there grounded.. so to speak.

She flinched but was held fast. The tentacle flowing down to her neck instead of striking her. Still panicked she feels it ooze around her neck. Bria felt where it pressed up against the collar. It pulled her enough to lower her head along with her upper back. This caused her ass to become elevated.

With her chest practically touching the floor other tendrils moved towards her chest. While she could not see them she certainly felt them as the latex formed a second bra. Her eyes go wide feeling the contact of those hair thin strands pulling against her breasts. Finding those nipples still hard from the prior room she feels them go to work against her even as her struggles renew.

Just like before she was unable to pull away.

“Ngh! Stop! Argh!” She gasped. Not expecting it to comply. She was helpless and far from things ending, she was certain of it.

Did her punishments count against her? Is she had to hurry up in her tasks but had to work off penalty time she would always be behind unless she managed to get through a room with haste. She had bigger problems though. Worried as she was as those tendrils work against her nipples Bria is powerless as she's held in place.

At the unknown her heart races. She continues to search for anything in vain. Her head is restricted now as she is unable to raise it above a certain height before it is pulled back down forever keeping her in that position no matter how much she struggles.

Those tendrils continued there assult upon her trapped breasts, massageing, allmost in a swaying rhythm. Those hair like tendrils tugging ever so slowly from time to time upon her nipples as she wriggled being held there. Another hair like tendril starting to slowly circle around her nipples slowly tracing, teaseing her sensitive flesh as they held her fast.

That's then she would feel those latex strands start to extend from her trapped knees and slowly work there way up over the back of her thighs. Slowly squeezing and stroking that flesh there also. Those hair like feelers stroking slowly up the back of her thighs, teaseing the curve of her bottom as they get slowly closer to that special spot between her thighs.. though never quite getting there.. seeming content at least for the moment to tease her.

Maybe that's all this trap was.. was to tease her? To bring her to the edge and never give her release. Who knows what these traps would do to her in the long run.. one trap had already altered the color of her hair. perhaps she had avoided a worsen fate by not getting any more of those tiles back there, but now maybe she was in more trouble?

More hair like tendrils would extend over the back from her collar reaching up threw her hair slowly and reaching out until there feather like touches were stroking the backs of her ears, teaseing.. tickling.. and no amount of shaking her head would seem to dislodge them as they teased her.

Gawd! Those things played with her already excited breasts. Moving and swaying against them with the occasional tug on them as if they were udders and they were trying to milk her. The latex moved as if it were alive. Maybe it was. Reaching up the back of her legs.

It felt like fingers were pressing against the skin. Caressing and rubbing her.

“No! D-Don't!”

For the moment those finger thin threads listened or at least stopped their upward climb. Those they teased her through denial. Working her up and playing on the arousal that already lingered there. Amping her up further so to speak. She panted in response. Finger thin threads rising up from the collar to trace through her hair. They were firmly in place regardless of how much she tried to shake the touch off her body. There simply was no way to shake any of them off her.

She didn't know how bad those other choices were. This one delayed her but they probably all did in some fashion. Thus far this one teased her, building up that arousal that only came down slightly as she was caught up in all the excitement. Only now it pushed her beyond the state she was in.

She was wetter than before as it continued to tease her. Held fast Bria didn't squirm as much as she panted and moaned out despite her efforts to resist.

The tendrils continued there assuslt upon her breasts, indeed seeming to milk them so to speak. Those hair like tendrils curled more tightly around her nipples as they continued to tug in between the slow rhythmic motions engulfing her orbs.

The hair like feelers continued to stroke the back of her ears, tracing along the curves, easing and testing for extra sensitive spots as they held her firmly.

The reaching liquid stretches around curve around to her inner thighs from the back of her legs as they continued to stroke over her bare flesh of her thighs as they teased higher, there over all intent at least for the moment would be just to continue to drive the girls lust further up.. but no seeming release in sight.

The ones grasping her knees would tighten suddenly slightly as they slowly started to spread out.. forceing her legs just a little big wider, leaving her seeming more exposed for anyone that might or might not happen to be behind her.

Even as she squirmed there from the assault... raised words would form in the floor in front of her face.

"Are you a good girl?"

they just stayed there until she would notice them in her struggles.. though it was hard to not noticed them as they formed under her rised head.

Bria gasped as her tits and nipples were toyed with. Her thighs rubbed and stroked. Fear slammed into her though she struggled to contain a giggle. The tendrils working behind her ears found a rather ticklish spot. Try as she might she couldn't get away from that touch if it decided to continue. Half moans and giggles sweeping past her lips.

The attention got her hotter. Teasing her as she was prepared. The ones on her knees tighten forcing her legs farther apart from each other while presenting her ass up. Presenting her to however or whatever came behind her. She didn't think anyone was there yet. Those tentacles sealed her in and she didn't hear anyone yet.

But given that she was unable to freely glance around she was unable to assess how much of a gap in the tentacles there now was seeing that plenty had secured her. She was very aware that many of the things here were rather stealthy.

She was caught up in so many emotions. Fear and arousal topping that list. Suffice it to say those tentacles felt good. They were driving her wild. Somehow she managed to keep it together just enough that she saw the written words. They clearly weren't there before. It took a moment for the words to click with her brain given what was happening.

At first she was confused. Then realized that whoever was watching wanted a response. For all she knew they were in a separate room watching on some monitor.

“Y-Yes! I am a good girl!” She had no idea what sort of answer was expected. More or less she thought she was good. Adhering to most rules, helping out when she could. But would that entice or deter whoever was there? With no idea she could only go with the truth as she believed it.

The latex flexed around her orbs for a moment.. giving a soft but gentle tugging as they continued to tease her sensitive flesh. Those hair like tendrils allmost milking her nubs under that warm pulseing coating of latex that continued to tease her endlessly.

Even as she finally processed the words were in front of her.. it took her a big to respond to them.. but as soon as those words had spilled out of her mouth, a unseen before tendril.. suddenly sawed itself quickly down over her sex, little latex bumps along its length as it made a quick teaseing stroke in response to her words... almost like it was rewarding her.

But no sooner then it has stroked down between her thighs from behind then it was gone.. most likely leaving her even more frustrated then it had before.

The words that were in front of her faded from view again for a moment.. as the other tendrils continued there teaseing assult on her pleasured heightened body.

After what seemed like a endless amount of time again, the words reappeared under her head again.

"Are you a good girl?"

strangely the words appeared just as they had before asking the same thing.. almost like they were starting a training.. to get it imbedded within the girls mind.. she could be trapped here for some time if this was the case.

“Unh!” She gasped. Had her hands not already been sealed in those latex gloves she would have been making fists. The treatment continued. Her nipples caressed, stroked and pulled beneath the latex that surrounded them. As she processed things she soon felt consequences to her voiced words.

Something she could not see motioned between her thighs. Another tentacle, this one supplied with bumps and other ridges that worked against her heated sex.

Gawds it felt so good. That teasing motion against her in this state only caused her pulse to quicken. Her excitement grew. Though as soon as it arrived that touch was gone. Frustrating her as the other tentacles kept her in place. Not long after the same phrase reappeared. That question loomed in her mind as she gauged the intent of these tentacles and the situation she found herself in.

Was that the wrong answer? Or did giving in make things worse? Bria didn't know. It could keep teasing her sooner or later she would break. Probably sooner. A part of her wanted it and yet another part of her fought against the insidious tentacles. How much longer would this go on?

Still she took longer to answer. Wrapped up in the pleasure she was feeling more than trying to work out just what was going on. She stammered out the same answer. “G-Good girl … Ahh ...”

Though if the same thing happened and the choice came up again she'd crumble for sure. If her hands were free she might have begun pleasuring herself. No! Don't think like that! Fight it But to what end was she fighting this?

Even as the girl whimpered and moaned under the continued teaseing, she had stopped in her response to the words, trying to think about her response.

Though that didn't stop the tendrils from continuing there assult upon her extra sensitive body, nipples tugged, breasts massaged and teased. Those feather like tendrils stroking the backs of her ears, even the strands up threw her hair almost pulsing in time with the assorted teaseing.

Even when she managed to mumble out the words of her being a good girl again.. that nubed tendril would suddenly be right between her thighs again rubbing its nubed surface down along her folds even before the words were out of her mouth.

Almost like it was starting to link the words with the pleasure in her mind. The teaseing touch lasting only a moment again before it left.. leaving her even more frustrated then before from its quick stroke.

The words having disappeared again for a moment as all the teaseing continued along her body again.

2 latex tendrils would come at her sides, one on either as they merged over her waist, extendending there latex until they meant encircling her waist Further entrapping her as they held her a little more bound then she was a moment ago.

Thats when the words appeared under her again.

"Are you a good girl?" the same as they were before.

Caught up with those pleasurable sensations Bria didn't register the ticklish sensations from the back of her ears. It mixed with the pleasure in such a way that the sensation was overwhelmed against what she felt. Almost like adding a drop of dye to an ocean it got swallowed up.

Two more tentacle secured her from each side limiting her movements even further. No doubt now that there was a big enough gap for her to get out if she could. Or something getting in …

Keenly she felt the tentacle trace over her heated sex again. Before long it was gone. Bria gasped, shivering against the sensation while it lasted. It felt so good against her. It would feel so good inside her … NO ... Internally she struggled. Her petals growing damper soaking the front of her panties.

The words appeared once more. She hesitated even longer. “G-Good GAWD! Gooood g-girl!” Her head would have sagged if she were capable. That was all of it, the last of her will. Pleasure tied up to this torment. Was the latex exuding something? She felt good, that touch intoxicating far more than she was able to do on her own.

Bria really didn't consider it though she knew that she was yearning to state the opposite. Should the choice appear once more she would select it hoping to get relief. Even if it stopped right then and there she would be delayed in taking care of herself. This certainly was an insidious trap meant to delay her one way or another.

Even as the words came out of her mouth again, before they were finished that tendril would return back to the honey spot between her thighs, the long rubbed ribed tendril pressing itself against her panty covered sex as it dragged quickly up her, reinforcing her good girl words with renew pleasure.

And just as quickly as it had stroked her again it was gone.

Leaving her extra frustrated again all the other tendrils that was teaseing her suddenly stopped dead, and just simply held her... no longer giving her more pleasure but making sure she couldn't move from the spot she was in.

This staleness would last for a few minutes enough for her to calm down ever so slightly before she would feel like a pair of rough tongues suddenly stroke hard over her nipples for a moment before stopping again.

Around her waist it would feel like someone's fingers suddenly stroking around the curves of her hips a moment later.. stopping when they reached just under her belly Butten.

The words appearing under her again.. though it might take her a moment to release they were suddenly a little different.

"Do you want to be a good girl?"