The tentacle that had launched from the vent had taken Ylf completely by surprise. She had gotten so used to false alarms and no signs of movement inside the station that when something actually attacked her, she could do very little to defend herself. She fell back against the tentacle, landing on her well rounded buttocks with a cry of panic. The strong tentacle was beginning to drag her into the vent, towards a fate that Ylf knew would not turn out well for her.

Thinking faster than was usual for the rather airheaded Albinnja, Ylf grabbed a hold of the tentacle with her hands, tugging on it and trying to get it to let go of her legs. She grunted with effort as she pulled on the tentacle with all her strength, desperately trying to get free.

Yif found her legs free; it was more a scoop that hoisted her up! But even as she tries to worm away or roll off, a forming loop of retracting tentacle snares her ankles tightly! Now she was struggling for her freedom for real, her large breasts falling against her chest and quivering about as she was pulled towards the vent...

A loop of tentacle pushes up the cover, and her feet disappear inside first. It was retracting, sliding her into that small space. Even though she managed to pull her ankles free of the loop, with her thighs already in that tiny place. All they can do is kick and hammer against the siding, pounding the metal noisily. Her arms were free though, and they were rapidly coming up to the dark opening...

The Albinnja girl was beginning to panic now. The cold metal pressed against her unprotected thighs and set small shock through her body. Ylf looked at the opening she had been drawn into, trying to think quickly and come up with a way out of this. She pulled herself up to a sitting position, or at least what passed for sitting in this particular instance. She tried to reason that if she could brace herself against the vent with her hands, she might be able to push herself free of these tentacles.

Sliding along on her round butt, Ylf pressed her palms against the area around the vents opening, pushing hard against it. She pushed as hard as her rather feeble upper body strength would allow her, trying to get herself out of the hole and away from this monster.

Her palms came against the rippling metal of the lid, and she felt her shoulders bunch up as the tentacle continued to pull! The cover was pressed up high against the wall, a coil of tentacle holding it up even as her palms pressed against it. Crap! It held her too well, and the Albinnja was just not strong enough...

The vent was not dusty, and her pert behind squeaked noisily against the metal. Ow! She pushed and pushed... but it seemed hopeless. She slid more, until her ponderous breasts pressed against the wall! They slid against it almost lewdly, bulging upwards as they pressed against it. The coil of tentacle mashed against her bountiful curves... and the pressure caused it to slip away from the cover!

Her breasts squeezed into the tight space as they, and the tentacle, suddenly slid in! Her palms were desperately holding at the edge... but it was not enough. She was pulled in, her arms trailing behind her body as she found herself squeezed in there, slowly pulled into the darkness...

Ylf was terrified.

All of her attempts to avoid getting pulled into the darkness had come to nothing and now she was completely trapped. There had been pain as her pleasingly large ass had been pushed across the grating, mixed with the unpleasant sensation of cold metal pressing against her soft flesh. The same had happened to her breasts, mashed against the surface of the vent. Luckily for the Albinnja, her clothing covered more of her breasts than they did her ass, and so the cold metal was muted slightly.

Ylf gave one last push for freedom and failed, sliding into the vent with a quick squeak of terror. It was tight inside, no room for her to move at all, although this wasn't helped by the sheer size of her ass and chest. The tentacle stilled gripped her, but there was no way of getting free of it now. Was it just going to leave her inside the vent? Or was there somewhere else it was dragging her to? What if she got stuck here!?

The poor woman was simply TOO well-endowed! Her shapely, nearly-bare ass slid against the cool metal, discomforting her and distracting her! She felt something... gentle touches, probes... from multiple tips, caressing and feeling her buttocks.

And she could not -escape-! She could not even SEE what was going on! Her impossibly generous bust was mashing and squishing against the confines of the vent, blocking her vision and tenderizing her body. It did not hurt, not a lot, but her pulse was racing quickly at every uneasy squeak and shift. With her body finally pulled in deeper, her hands slipped in, and the cover slammed shut with a crash.

Slowly, she watched the light streaming in get further and further away. The tentacles toying with her full ass were making it a bit easier to move her, supporting her hips, but her bust was... 'riding up', actually pressing up towards her face as it dragged against the sides. Worse, her skin was becoming strangely tantalized; a cool draft flowed down the vent, tickling and teasing her thighs, and somehow the constant feeling of grinding on her breasts through her clothes was... stimulating. Just a little.

Now the exit... the rectangular exit of the vent, must be forty or fifty feet away. Almost a lifetimes journey, so she felt in this horrid situation. Her arms were pinned above her head; there was no room to get them down, and her breasts were pushing against her cheeks and chin! And she was still just squeaking by, the confines so... CRAMPED.

And then... it squeaked to a stop.

No, not entirely. It was still pulling on her... but she was not budging...

The squeaking and banging as Ylf was dragged down the vent was getting deafening. The vibrations and echoes were beginning to drive her mad, but she knew she couldn't scream, that would just make matters worse. She had to remain silent as she was tugged along the tunnel, her big round butt pressing against the walls occasionally, or flinching as the probing touches brushed against it.

Her breasts were definitely becoming a problem. Pressed against her face and becoming squeezed in the tiny confines of the vent, it would almost be funny if it wasn't so terrifying and uncomfortable. Every now and again she passed a rivet in the vent that sent a small jolt through her body as it pressed against her soft titflesh or flicked across her nipple or pressed against her ass.

She tried depserately to move enough to kick the tentacle away, but nothing worked, she had no room to move herself. She felt the breeze wash down over her arms and then the rest of the body and she shuddered. She knew the exit was far away, even though her vision was blocked by her own massive bosom.

SCREECH!

The Albinnja came to a stop. The tentacles were still pulling on her, but she wasn't moving. She was stuck!

"HELP!" She cried out, panicking completely. "PLEASE HELP! I'M STUCK!" She tried shaking herself free, but all she managed to do was jiggle her large breasts and rear against the walls of the vent, unable to free herself.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced; to her chagrin, they had stopped against the rivets and seam, and the bumps were rubbing against her soft flesh rather disturbingly. The tentacles pulled at her a bit more... then stopped. Instead... she felt them slide away, releasing her legs and waist; now, she felt tender strokes and caresses along her thighs and full ass again.

It was definitely toying with her now, even right in this place!! Two more tentacles slid alongside her legs, moving past her outer thighs. And up... up... and stroking across her bulging breasts. They poked and prodded, then began to encircle her massive mammaries. Seizing them... squeezing lightly. Like they needed more of THAT! But something was strange about the touches, because her body... and skin... seemed almost to electrify at their touch. More sensitive, more aroused...

This was not FAIR! She could not even move, could barely even see! Above her head somewhere, the way back lay, but she could not even bring her arms down to fight off these terrible tentacles. She was being picked on in here!

Ylf blushed as the tentacles began to probe and explore the rest of her body. It was true, her skin was becoming more sensitive, more accepting to the touch of this alien being. It carressed her full ass, stroked across her thighs and then encircled her enormous breasts. She tried struggling once again, but found that this only succeeded in rubbing her sensitive nipples against a seam of the vent, making her let out a small sigh of pleasure involuntarily.

The tentacles wrapped around her soft orbs and squeezed gently, letting little bursts of electrical joy through her skin on the tops of her breasts where her dress did not cover her. The Albinnja's breath caught in her throat and she gave a small squeak of fright and pleasure as the probing tentacles danced over her sensitive flesh.

This things' touch was lighting her skin afire... caressing, stroking her full thighs and impossible breasts. She felt herself shift a little more, her breasts squeezed even tighter... and her legs lifted.

And then, slowly, it began to pull her again! It held her generous portions, helping her slide through. Only now, with the touch and pleasure of the generous tentacles, her tits and body ached. As she slid through it, the steady grinding of the vent, the rivets and seams, were an even greater torture of sensation than before.

Pulled steadily through the tunnel as her body was tantalized relentlessly, other tentacles began to slide along her legs. Two maneuvered between her thighs, stroking and grinding high. The tight space forced her legs to clench around the tentacles, which began to thrust back and forth, grinding against her inner thighs and rubbing between her legs...

Echoing through the vent, she heard the voice clearly now. Speaking to her. "Strange... I've never found anything... of your kind before." The voice was male... low, but not deep. And it sounded intensely interested... interested in her.

Ylf was now visibly and audibly panting, trying desperately to regulate her breathing. The bombardment of sensations she was receiving had long ago become way too much, and each bump against the inside of the vent she received drained a little more of her self control. The constant rubbing against the seams and rivets of the metallic tunnel had made each of her fine hairs stand on end and her nipples to engorge and stand proudly from her full breasts. They had become clearly visible through the thin fabric of her diplomatic dress as her huge orbs were squeezed by the powerful tentacles.

Between her thighs the tentacles had begun to slide back and forth,lewdly dragging themselves between her soft, warm thighs. Whatever this creature was doing to her, it had the effect of making her very sensitive to touch, and the attention it gave to her inner thighs were beginning to get her, much to her horror, quite excited.

Finally Ylf heard a voice. A voice belonging to the owner of these tentacles, the thing that had dragged her into the vent. Strangely, now that she knew it was there, the Albinnja found she couldn't call out. Before now she had been calling to the shadows of the station, but now there was actually someone there to listen, she was too scared to make a noise. She tried to stop herself from travelling any further down the vent, attempting to part her legs and plant her feet against the sides of the tunnel.

The slow, inevitable journey towards the depths of the station wracked her body with sensation, leaving her helpless and tormented. Her gorgeous proportions were the source of her strife now, her clothes providing the only barrier between her sensitive points and the harsh metal. Tentacles brushed over her eager nipples once, but after that her ample mounds were squeezed tighter, causing her flesh to push out... and dragging her covered teats against the sides of the vent even more deliberately than before.

As she spreads her legs, the tentacles dragging between her thighs pause and droop away. The tentacles pull at her gently, but she slides to a stop... she can still feel them tug, and the ones grinding against her thighs resume. Without her limbs clenched in the tight space, those things had less of an effect on her...

...but then there were the ones that were pressing and sliding between her legs. With more room, they dragged ardently across her, grinding and rubbing her sensitive netherlips through her clothes. The tentacles holding her breasts pull as well, gently tugging at her titflesh, pulling at her nipples, trying to drag her down by her ample bosom as well as the tentacles coiled about her waist and limbs.

With her legs like this, she has managed to stop her progress... but its leaving her at even less of a mercy at these insistent things!!

For a moment, Ylf thought she was safe. The tentacles grinding between her thighs had slowed to a stop, falling away from her as she pressed her feet against the vent. She tried desperately to stop herself from breathing so heavily. Every inhalation pushed her enormous breasts int the clutches of the tentacles, or against the sides of the vent. Each press of the soft flesh against these surfaces gave the Albinnja a jolt of pleasure, making her squeak or moan before she could stop herself.

It was then that the tentacle dragging against her most intimate region. Her flimsy underwear didn't do much to numb the sensation and the young diplomat felt a strange sensation in her belly. A fluttering sensation and her heart was suddenly hammering away inside her chest. The thing grinding against her womanhood was bringing out a horrifying response in her body and Ylf wasn't sure how much longer she could hold on, especially with the other tentacles dragging on her huge orbs.

Clutching to her nubile, gorgeous body, the tentacles pulled at her firmly, still trying to force her along. Even with the tentacles pulling and toying with her, she was holding fast. Tentacles held her waist tightly, trying to force her down the tunnel... but they were not doing it hard.

What was doing a very good job of bringing her down were the tentacles stroking and grinding between her legs. Even with this stimulation, there was her breasts. Slowly, pulled on by the voracious things, they began to do something else. Slip. She felt slow, jerking tugs as the tentacles slipped a little, then caught onto her breasts again. It gave her short, pleasurable, and painful, pulls... until they snapped off entirely!

Her breasts would have time to bounce and quiver... and then she felt the ardent strokes of the tentacles between her legs intensify, and the tentacles regrasp her massive mounds again! This time, suckers adhered to her impossible rack! Catching her fast, the pulls and tugs continued, her body becoming ever-weaker... the voice, now, was silent, waiting for her. The silence was almost worse...

The constant pulling on ever last fiber of her body had gotten to be too much for the young Albinnja. With shuddering tugs the tentacles were layering so much sensation into her sensitive breasts that Ylf was terrified that she would lose her mind and be reduced to a screaming groaning wreck left here in the vent. Once again the tendrils began to rub against her warm, moist intimate regions through her frail panties, pushing Ylf to the brink.

It was the suckers that finally pushed her over though. Her enormous breasts jiggled as the tentacles left them, and Ylf's breath had only just been drawn in when the powerful suckers attached to her soft, sensitive titflesh. The glorious feeling of tiny sucking motions on her orbs was too much for the poor diplomat. With a high pitched cry that echoed through the vent, she came. A powerful orgasm, tempered with both pleasure and terror, her whole body shook as the wave of ecstasy washed over her. She stopped fighting the tentacles, her body now preocuppied with shuddering and shaking as she came. With a quick slip, she let go of the side of the vent.