Slithering slowly, the tentacle creature slowly wormed through the infrastructure of the gym. He was hungry, seeking out what he could find. Recently, he had been disappointed; many of his games were falling apart, leaving him with a kind of frustration and irritation.

He was in need of new playmates. This time, he was rooting around, looking for someone sturdy... athletic... and a knockout. He was going to try something a little different... and see just what use he could get from one of the local girls. He was hungry... famished, even, and his imaginative mind was beginning to chew on thousands of new possibilities he'd have to try.

Then... the games would begin anew... squirming in the spaces in the ceiling, the tentacled monstrosity settled above the pool, part of the curve of the rising rooftop. Here, he waited, peering down through the cracks, admiring the girls who passed through... but waiting for one that would strike his fickle fancy. The perfect little thing that he'd find...

Or, maybe, that would find him.

Even after moving so far away from everything, it was still incredibly important to Malina to keep in shape. She was never naturally thin or petite so fighting for a nice looking body was a never ending battle. Of course she never did have to do anything for a boost in her bust. That was something she couldn't seem to ever get rid of. Her arms flew forward to pump herself forward with a more powerful stroke each time. Her bathing suit rode along ever curve that she worked to hard to take care of. Long hair was pulled back in a pony tail and still managed to tickle at her bare skin. Malina reached the edge of the pool and the end of her work out.

She pulled herself out of the water with her strong arms. Her breasts almost fell out of the largest size of the suit the school carried as she bent to stand up. Her feet shuffled over to a chair where her towel lay dorment. Water dripped off the soft skin, rushing down every corner and shape her entire body consisted of.

The thing slowly twisted about, forming curls and twisted loops as it looked down upon the lovely form that came into the pool.

He was surprised... surprised, and impressed. He watched her rippling breasts threatening to burst free of her swimsuit, how she dripped and quivered as she moved along in the water. Instead of choosing to strike, he simply watched... watched and enjoyed the sight she cut.

He was almost disappointed when she finished. Watching her shuffle up to the chair, noting that still no one else had entered the room, a panel in the ceiling was slowly pried open. He waited, eager delight on his hidden face... and he began the game.

As Malina would lean over to reach the towel, something fell on her from above. Although it was light and long, it may be enough to bowl her over; the long smooth thing would resemble a rope, at least to a casual glance and touch...

But after Malina recovered herself (either her balance, or began to sit back up...), the long tentacle suddenly would snap about, twisting around her legs to tightly bind them together!

Her fingers slid back to run over her wet hair, pushing the water out to race down her body in a deadly weaving battle to reach the floor first. Malina's heavy breathing moved her chest up and down rythmically. She finally bent to grab the soft white towel before her. Her fingers brushed against the fibers as something snapped around her feet. Her hand instantly clamped down on the stiff fabric while the she was pulled into the air feet first.

Strong arms pulled toward her chest instinctively. She let out a shriek and looked desperately around at the spinning room. She looked up to her legs, thin ropes bound her in her current uncomfortable, predicament.

With the room spinning about her, she couldn't track what was going on! Malina covered her breasts reflexively, holding back the ample curves but unable to steady herself! She was aware of some sort of cord tight around her ankles, and that she was slowly being pulled upwards. Dangling from the air, her spinning was slowly beginning to slow; she turned one way, then the other, and she began to more fully realize her situation.

She was upside down in the air, her legs snared, and she was held over the pool as she was slowly drawn upwards. She felt something... multiple somethings sliding over her ankles, her feet! Tentacles slithered over her skin, moving up towards her thighs!

Her arms pressed hard on her chest as her hands covered her mouth in fear. Limbs pushed her large globes against herself to peek through her arms. The top of Malina's suit was slowly retreating downward, or upward, as her breasts were being pulled by gravity out of the blue outfit. A pillar ran along the ceiling on either side of her. She tipped her head back to see the crystal pool water beneath her. Her heart beat calmed, her chest not heaving near as bad as before.

The calmed feeling soon left when she felt something on her legs. Instinctively she kicked hard against her restraints before managing to pull herself up to see the tentacles racing up her legs. She let out a scream and moved her arms to push the slithering appendages away. "Help!" Malina cried in desperation.

No one was around; her screams merely echoed about the room of the pool. As her suit slowly began to drag apart, her impressive breasts slowly pulling free, tentacles seemed to gather about to watch, hovering around her and observing... even though had no visible eyes to speak of.

Kicking seemed to do nothing, either, as the tentacles spiraling up her legs held them fast and tight! Falling into the water, headfirst, at this height may be dangerous... although was it worse than the fate these white tentacles had in store for her!

Even before her tits completely fell free, another tentacle circled about her stomach. Suckers stuck fast to the rubbery suit that covered her... and waited. Waited for her breasts to finally pop free, and then it flexed, pulling out, starting to tear and rip long lines into her swimsuit! She was going to be completely naked in seconds...

Cries and pleas merely echoed off the walls, no one was coming, no one could hear her. When she finally found that screaming was of no use, Malina knew she would have to save herself. She looked up to her ankles that were held tightly in place by the tentacles. Struggling to pull her legs free proved too much against the strength of the monster. Malina couldn't come up with anything but to swat them away. Her hands flew up to grab the tentacles from her legs, but it seemed that only helped another apendage.

Another arm wrapped around her stomach and pulled at the seems of her suit. In bending up, the thin blue fabric slid off her breasts and continued to rip apart the bindings. "Ahh!" She screamed softly as her breasts popped free to hang into her face. She fell back and reached her hands down her body to keep away any unwanted tentacles. "Please, no..."

Slowly, tentacles roamed up her stomach, teasing along her skin as they sought out her hanging treasures. First, the undertits were tickled by tentacle tips, while others danced before her eyes and threatened to seize them. Then they were lightly prodded, poked, inspected. Then she felt her swimsuit begin to tear, pulled apart quickly, and her body bared.

And even during this, she felt herself slowly be reeled in. Higher and higher, until she knew she couldn't escape... not without being hurt. And it was like this, a hanging ornament high in the air, that she felt her waist grasped, giving her body more support as tentacles slowly pried her legs open...

Malina, gasped as the finger like tendrals danced across her skin. She tried her best to brush away the tentacles that tickled her chest but they simply continued their persuit. Her cheeks gained a soft tinge of pink as she watched the water surface get farther and farther away. Her hand reached out to it, almost as though it would pull her back to safety, but the girl knew it was too high.

Her head tipped back down as the remainders of fabric were torn away. "Aaahh!" She squealed kicking her legs and trying desperately to push away the limbs wrapped around her legs. Though they seemed to be getting pulled apart, Malina didn't notice her legs moving into the dangerous pose. The final drops of water ran down her soft skin and off her fine body. She arched her back and squirmed in his grip. "Please, no! Stop...Ahh!" The tips tickled her breasts, teasing her tits and giving her horridly wonderful thoughts.

"What is this?" She hears from above, a curious and twisted whisper. With her breasts free of her swimsuit, other tentacles were slipping underneath, pulling and tearing the suit to shreds. "Soft and shapely... very shapely."

She cannot see the source of the voice, but she can feel the tentacles beginning to work. Tentacles wrapped right around her ample mounds, spiraling up them to grasp them completely. Squeezing them, rolling and molesting them, the terrible creature would not stop.

She felt something brushing across her sex over and over now, long thin fingers teasing her lips and slipping inside her slightly before they pass. "Hmm... what's your name?"

The girl cringed, pulling her shoulders back to try an escape him. Too bad it only made her breasts more prominent and available. Malina turned her head away, her tits hung in her face before being pulled up to get a massage from the monster's limbs. "Ah..." A soft moan slipped from her lips, barely noticable and hopefully remaining that way for the creature. Her toes curled andher fingers wrapped into fists as she hung in the air. The girl forced her eyes open to look at him as she spoke. "I..." She almost replied, but stopped herself to check her words. "Why...do you care...?" Uncertainty oozed from her words no matter how hard she struggled desperately to hide her fear.

The terrible thing slowly worked her breasts, unceasingly playing with them even as she hung there. "Because... I care. Would you prefer I didn't?" He asks, sounding amused at her uncertainty. Tentacles that had spiraled around her breasts pulled and squeezed at them, rolling the about. Pulsing about, they rippled and let her breasts free.

But only for a moment. Then they clasped her breasts again, tightening around her bulging mounds. This time though they had suckers, like that of an octopus, that grasped and 'kissed' her burgeoning and bulging tits as it held them fast. And during all of this, she managed to look up (down?) at her captor...

He was a young man, it seemed, looking down at her from a panel in the ceiling that was pried away. His hair was white, his young face almost cherubic, and the impish grin he had did not bode well for her situation. Slowly, the tentacles pulled her towards that hole again, reeling her in towards that darkness...