After a few moments, you open your eyes as the insistent grinding against your womanhood has refused to disappear. You're still in this nightmare. Still suspended in the air by a dozen tentacles, and still soon to be another 3-day victim of the sex-driven blob that has you in its grip.
You can feel yourself blushing again as that tendril in your panties continues it's persistent grinding back and forth along your puffy lower lips, insistent on getting you wet, it seems. You can already feel chills of pleasure being forced through your body, making you shiver and curse your body for it's quick betrayal.
Just as you start to close your eyes again with a muffled whimper, you spot two more tendrils moving toward your deliciously plump chest. Wasting no time, they squeeze into your blouse, both from the bottom edge, and in between two buttons on the front. Just like Ayame's jogging shorts, clear outlines of the tentacles are formed. However, your blouse isn't nearly as flexible, and buttons are already popping off as they start to curl around your D-cups. By the time they start groping your bountiful chest, the blouse has already torn in a few places, and is barely being held together by the 2 or 3 buttons still left.
You start to kick your legs again, shaking your head left to right as you're helplessly groped. Responding to your resistance, the tendrils pull your legs even further apart in a slightly painful 'splits' position, ending up hiking your skirt up to your waist at the same time. Soon afterward, the tendrils around your breasts start to flinch, and almost instantly, they jerk outward, shredding your blouse, and tearing off your pink and white floral bra in the process.
You shiver again as the hot air of the cave hits your bare chest, immediately followed by the cool draft from the cave entrance breezing past your nipples. The teasing starts to double, as the tendril grinding along your crotch starts to double its pace, still trying to coax moisture from your almost virgin-tight cunny lips.
The two tendrils that were groping your breasts quickly wrap around them again, squeezing and flexing those mounds of flesh outward, while the phallic tips of those tentacles moved to nuzzle and flick across your slowly hardening nipples. It doesn't take much more coaxing before the monster finally gets what it wants, drawing your sweet juices from between your thighs after several long minutes of teasing.
Satisfied, the creature hooks another tendril around the crotch of your now-soaked panties, and swiftly tears them away, leaving you in just a useless miniskirt, and your knee-high socks. You let out a muffled 'eep!' as the remainder of your underwear is torn off, and the tendril around your mouth finally uncurls, but only for a moment. Moving quickly, it trails downward and thrusts itself up between your breasts, which were still being fondled by two others. You open your eyes to see that phallic tip directly in front of you. Instinctively, you start to scream, but just as quickly as you had opened your mouth, that same tendril dove between your lips, coating your taste buds in that slightly salty gooey taste.
Once again acting on instinct, you attempt to bite down, but the tendril is almost like rubber, and very resistant. Your attempts to stop it only entice it to push further into your mouth, pressing at your throat. You try not to gag as the rest of the tendrils start to move you again, leaning you back, parallel to the ground many feet below you, while the ones gripping your thighs pull your legs up to your shoulders, nearly squishing your breasts with your knees.
The tendril between your lips start to piston back and forth to the back of your throat, and you can feel dozens of tiny, almost hair-thin tendrils moving to pull apart your tight little cunny lips. Your face grows hotter as you're helpless to do anything but wait, and the tendril in your mouth pushes your head back, keeping you from seeing the next approaching phallus.
Shortly afterward, you can feel something nudging against your spread folds, and you whimper again while a mixture of drool and precum dribbles out the side of your mouth. It's big, definitely at least a little bigger than anything your poor little cunny has ever taken before... but just how big is it? |