Your victim, trapped in the dark copy room, trembles with terror and a hint of arousal. You savour her fear as your tentacles creep up her legs and into her clothes. She mewls helplessly.
Judging the moment right, you shred her work clothes and slam her naked down across the copy machine. Her ample boobs are flattened across the cold glass. Something sets off the photocopier, and a line of light scans across her boobs and terrified face, capturing Chelsea's terror with the only source of light in the room. The noise disorients her further.
Your tentacles probe her ass and cunt, quickly swapping positions, and delve further. A tendril inches into the cervix and, as the photocopier keeps spitting out images of Chelsea's terror, your tendrils envelop her squeezed bosom and probe her nipples. |