Christina Cringed and gasped as she felt her nipple depress as it was pinched. As his words came out she cocked back her left hand into a fist and let it fly towards his face.

Like hell she was gonna let this thing have at her willingly. Her fist sped forward at an alarming rate for her small frame, it would knock a normal man almost off his feet should it connect with its intended target.

Unfortunately Steel was prepared for an attack. One of the tentacles that came from his back swung down and wrapped around her wrist, stopping her just before she could strike him. Four more tentacles came down and grabbed her other wrist, her ankles and her waist. Soon she was being held up against the shelves spread-eagled.

"Ah, so you want to do it the hard way?" Steel smirked. "Fine by me." Without another word he reached out to her t-shirt, tearing it right down the center with his demonic strength.

Christina shrieked in both surprise and terror as the tentacles moved with absolutely blinding speed. Quickly restraining her small luscious form and holding her up off from the floor, her arms and legs held out in an X shape exposing her herself to him. She struggled trying to move but found out she could do little move than wiggle a little making her ample chest bounce with her movements.

"No don't!" She screamed as the front of her shirt was ripped straight down the middle revealing a white bra underneath that was barely holding together having been ripped almost completely through by his motions.

She was helpless, like a small kitten on a rainy night she could not move, nor was there anyone around to help her. This was it she thought. No escape, no mercy, no chance.

Steel continued to strip the captive girl down, ignoring her cries. He was nice enough (ha) to unzip and pull down her jeans rather than tearing them. He tugged off her shoes- he released one ankle long enough to pull the jeans over her foot, then did the same with the other.

Before he continued on to her underwear, he wanted to get his hands on those tits. His hands closed over Christina's ample mounds and groped her roughly through the weakening white bra. The demon pinched her nipples through the bra's fabric, only lightly for now.

She struggled, vigorously at that, against the demon-like being having at her. Unanswered she stopped screaming and focused on trying to get herself free of his titanium grip. her jeans removed, only her panties on, she felt the rather cool library air on her creamy smooth skin. But this thing wanted to enjoy her chest as it eagerly groped her bountiful mounds and lightly pinched her nipples making Christina Gasp. Clenching her hands she tried to move them but the tentacles were fastened tightly around her wrists making only the very slightest of movements possible.

This wasn't happening she told herself. This isn't real.

The pale demon laughed at Christina's desperate attempts to break free. All she could do was wiggle in his grasp, shaking her head back and forth.

His clawed fingers hooked in the cups of her bra, tearing it apart in one swift motion. One hand stayed on her breast, stroking all over her newly bared skin, and the other made its way down her stomach to begin to rub at her panties. That was the last bit of clothing on her, and obviously it would be gone soon.

Christina's mouth hung open as a hand groped her lovely chest and another went to her groin and rubbed against her sex. Her head shook back and forth as her obvious arousal of her body became evident in the hardening of her nipples and warming of her butterfly.

"No! Let go of me!"

"Not a chance, beautiful," Steel replied, tweaking her hardening nipple roughly and rubbing her panties harder. "Didn't I already tell you I was going to have my fun with you?" He tugged her panties down, then ripped them away from her body, and the last bit of her body was finally revealed. He spread apart Christina's lower lips with two fingers... but instead of penetrating her with a finger, he pushed a tentacle into her, just an inch at first.

Gasping, her eyes widened as the intrusive appendage pierced her lower lips. Sliding into her slowly and only a little at first, the tease was almost unbearable. Her legs tightened as her lovely eyes clamped shut. Arms tensing and hands clenching into fists she bit her lower lip trying to ignore what was happening to her, block it out from her mind. A small muffled sound came from her closed lips as the feeling of his tentacle, combined with that of the hand on her ample chest, sent an erotic chill down her spine.