With a certain satisfaction from both hearing and seeing the spattering of purple fluid as the tendrils are torn apart from the multiple blasts, I immediately began to pull at the remaining tentacle. Unfortunately, just as I began my fight against my captor, my efforts are ended. Ensnared by the multiple suckers that clung to my body and restrained the long steel rifle, I'm pulled rapidly down the chute. I twist constantly on each tendril, trying to find some weakness in it's grasp, even as I bounce along the sides of the steel enclosure.

"Let me go you perverted mutant!" I groan against it.

I scream as I am suddenly released, assuming that it was retaliating for my attack, only to feel it's grip on my body again, catching me after I fall from the vent. I was disoriented for a moment, finding myself immersed in darkness. I heard the humming and faint beeping of electronic equipment, suggesting I was in an engineering room. I could even see the sharp glow of instrument lights, but nothing more. I felt my heart catch in my throat again from being strung up, vulnerable, and unable to see my captor. I heard it's low voice from all around me, as if it was the darkness. Yet as terrifying as the scene was, it would not see it in my face. My jade eyes would pierce the darkness.

Whatever it was, it wasn't going to toy with me. It had the Hermes crew and I was going to get them back.

"...I'm a perverted mutant now?" The voice asked, and she heard footsteps moving along. Behind her, beside her, as she was slowly circled by something. "You, I guess... are some kind of spy. If you are... I will have to punish you, don't you think?"

Another tentacle slid along her side, stroking her flesh, teasing her skin through the skintight suit. But the purpose was to inspect and search. Others moved along her, tentacles spilling out around her, over her back and along her sides, her buttocks, her legs and her shoulders. It was like she was going to be enveloped, swallowed in them, and slowly she felt equipment, tools, even her belt, being pulled away.

She was being stripped of everything she had, tentacles beginning to even worm under her tight bodysuit. And Natasha could see a shape now, a humanoid form that was slowly walking around her. Circling her, as if waiting for its time to strike.

Following the voice that circled me; I struggled to stare into the darkness, still unable to see my captor. Yet when it spoke again and accused me of spying on it, I felt my blood boil. Was it trying to lie to me? Was it so proud and arrogant that it thought I wouldn't figure out it what it had done?

"You know why I'm here!" I spat back at it. "You kidnapped the crew of the Hermes! Now tell me wh-ahh!"

My demands were cut short as I felt dozens of tendrils slathering across my body. I could feel them worming under my armor, unfastening the alloy plates, removing my weapon belt and grenades, exposing the tight black suit hidden underneath. I shivered as the disgusting things invaded my suit, feeling their warm touch against the firm skin of my lower arms and legs. I twisted in it's grasp as they unceremoniously violated me. I could even feel the creatures eyes upon me through the darkness. I could feel it salivating over the suit that clung to everything on my body. I hated how I looked in this suit, how it's tightness and material would accentuate the firm curves of my athletic body. It even exposed outlines of the grey sports bra and panties I wore underneath. It was humiliating.

I tried to stare back at it as it started to emerge from the darkness, seeing it was a humanoid. The anger was obvious in my sharp stare, yet I grimaced as my body was probed, endlessly pulling against my bonds even though I knew I had no chance of breaking free.

Natasha could see a little better, as her eyes slowly adjust to this dark place. The figure looked human, a tall man in long clothes that almost seemed to mock an officer's uniform. He continues to circle around her, tentacles swarming out from his back as they continue to disarm her... and then, beginning to probe her, feel her, toy with her. Sliding over her soft breasts, worming between her firm thighs... testing the shape of her body, letting her feel every poke and prod through what was supposed to be her protective suit.

But in reality, it protected nothing. It only made her seem like a present that needs to be... unwrapped. "I do? Do I? I don't really think so..." His tone was teasing, taunting, sliding against her senses mischievously. He was testing her nerves, seeing how she reacted to his questing tentacles... how she reacted to her body being at his mercy.

"What were you going to do? I'm afraid the crew of 'Hermes'... is... quite busy." A nasty little chuckle escaped him, and a remarkably human hand firmly slid over her buttocks, squeezing and testing their firmness.

I continued to cringe as the last of my body armor fell to the floor with a heavy thump. They wouldn't stop. Each tentacle that invaded my suit slowly worked its way across my skin. It was savoring my body, relishing my hardened skin from years of physical training. I almost wanted it to dive for my breasts instead of what it was doing. It was deliberately slow in trying to arouse my body, and stimulate the firm skin they caressed as they traveled inwards.

When it finally emerged from it's hiding place in the darkness, I wanted to glare at it, to show my defiance but it was ready for me; gasping sharply and pulling my chest back as it's tendrils surrounded my small breasts. They easily encompassed them, taking their time to manipulate them. I started to feel my defenses crack as he played with me, trying to awaken my body. Yet he patronized me, gloating at his victory it returning my thoughts to the present and not my body.

As I quickly cobbled together something to spit back at him I felt a sudden flare deep within my chest, driving the air from my lungs causing me to gasp sharply. I felt it again, the same feeling of a firm hand taking my bottom. My bared toes curled for just an instant as I felt it's fingers groping my flesh possessively, the skin being so taught it barely responded. The instant it's fingers relented I felt that rush of heat ignite a sudden burst of embarrassment and followed by anger.

"Y-You BASTARD!" I finally spat in desperation. "Let me go and tell me where they are!"

His hand squeezed once more, then released her. Slowly, it was teasing across her thighs, her hips, her arms. Exploring her, slowly. Her weapons and equipment had been long-since removed. Now, they found their ways into her armor, around her body... teasing her skin, tightening around her delicious flesh. And slowly, very slowly, they begin to pull her uniform apart.

At first, the material stretches. Then, tears form, holes ripping across the outfit. Appearing around her buttocks, her stomach, her arms and thighs. The tentacles around her arms, legs, finished flexing. Leaving new rents, holes in her bodysuit, that new tentacles began to slither into. Now caressing her buttocks, her back, sliding between her legs. Spiralling up her stomach, her back, and now beginning to reach her breasts...

And then, just as they brushed against the undersides of her shapely breasts, the tentacles stopped moving. "Oh? Why should I?" It was a simple enough question, a finger now pushing through one of the holes in her suit, just below her breasts, and tracing a slow circle against her taut skin.

My reaction was much less vivid the second time his hand groped me, I held my breath and struggled to keep my back from arching even as the shivers ran through my body. With a long exhalation when his hand released my bottom my expression of resisted pleasure returned to rage as he tried to humiliate me. Yet before I could spit more insults at him again I heard the sound of tearing fabric all around me. Quickly my expression of anger melted into fear as more an more of my naked flesh was exposed as the tentacles expanded around me.

"No!" I pleaded in desperation as my arms pulled weakly on the tentacles in reflex, knowing there was no point.

I could feel more and more cold air flowing around my body, followed by a warm tentacle that pierced the opening and added to the many coiled around my helpless body. I continued to groan and pull at them as they teased me. I started to realize that I was losing, fear crawled through my body, like a tentacle that had slithered inside. It coiled around my mind to make me realize that any escape plan was being submerged in darkness...

...he was going to enslave me...

The rage returned as I knew I had to do something, I wasn't going to be a slave again. I had to rescue the Hermes crew, I had to fight him. Suddenly my train of thought was cut off just as it began as all tentacles froze, replaced by a finger idly stroking my toned belly through a hole in my suit.

I could see his face, see the arrogance as he gloated in victory. I could see the insulting pride he lorded over me as he knew I had no chance of escape. It would be then that he told me what I already knew...that I was at his mercy.

Soon my burning stare would begin to fizzle. My contact with his eyes would break, slowly falling to the floor. With sharp breathing and a face still full of rage, I fell silent and looked away in defeat.

Natasha could fight and struggle all she wished... she was helpless in his grasp. More tentacles slid over her shapely body... enveloping her. They squeezed across her supple flesh... octopi-suckers began to clasp to her skin, teasing and locking about her. She was trapped... and could only take it. Natasha was going to be imprisoned, enslaved...

She could see his gloating easily enough, but in the shadows, other things were moving... things she could not see, did not know. Of course, it didn't take a genius to fill in the gaps... what he was probably thinking, conjuring sordid ideas to visit upon the sexy woman that was now his toy... his gleeful expression, shrouded in shadows, and the gloating words that would come.

With the agent's defiance fading, her head turning away from the mischievous grin, Icosagon whistled to himself... almost sounding disappointed. Disappointed? "Giving up so easily... tell me, what would you be willing to do for the crew of the Hermes? If that is why you are here... perhaps we can parlay." Mischief was afoot now, and he stood in front of her casually. His gloating grin was still there, promising mischief and danger, perhaps even betrayal...

My skin crawled and I cringed as the alien's tentacles latched onto my body, teasing my skin. I gritted my teeth to try and silence myself. I knew I couldn't fight him but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing my suffering. At least not willingly.

It was then that I heard him whistle arrogantly, conveying its disappointment in my surrender. It was right however, I was giving up too easily. Even thought I couldn't fight it off, I shouldn't be giving up. I'm stronger than this and there are more people at risk then just me. If I had to suffer until I could find a way to save them , I had to. I can take whatever it was going to do to me, no matter how humiliating it would be. My fear and humiliation started to melt away and my anger was getting a second wind.

My face returned to that boiling rage stare. My eyes were almost like daggers again as he mischievously stared back, offering a peaceful solution to this. I could see what it was: a chance for it to humiliate me and betray me, all the while keeping me as its slave and ensuring the crew of the Hermes would never be found.

"Like what?" I spat back at it, my anger numbing me to the tentacles pulling and squeezing my almost naked body. I was operating on sheer anger; doubling at an almost exponential level just from its patronizing smile. The desire to force feed it the barrel of my rifle and spread its entrails across the station becoming stronger with each second I looked at it.

"I don't really need them... it was more that they proved to be a problem, finding me the way they did..." He leered at her, watching her with interest as she began to redouble her efforts, rage boiling to the surface again and eyes glaring back at him.

He decided, before giving his offer, he would play on those emotions and that resistance just a little more. Slowly tentacles rubbed against her thighs, stroking between her legs in a slow motion... anticipating the taking of her treasures, and using the sexy and lithe agent for his amusement.

"If you show me how to delete all traces, logs, and activities from the logs of the Hermes... I don't really mind setting the crew loose again... that, and with your own ship." Now his expression changed into a smirk. "You, however... are going to have to stay a while... as insurance..." At the last word, one of the tentacles began to press between her legs, sliding just a little within...