The one around her middle squeezed gently, though it did not seem to want to actually constrict her. After a moment, it loosed again but did not relinquish its grip. She looked down to see two more of them slide up her body, and they hooked into the opening of her robe. Without warning, they suddenly yanked away from each other, tearing her robe open. A muffled scream rose from her throat and she struggled against her bonds wildly as they did the same to her @%^$@! bindings.
Her @%^$@!s bounced free, jiggling a little as she wiggled around. What was going to happen to her? Why was this happening? Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted as these two coiled around the base of her @%^$@!s, squeezing each gently. She looked down at them as the one in her mouth pumped slowly. She was not sure what had gotten her, or how many there were. They seemed to be a cross between snakes and tentacles, and for a moment, she wondered if all of these tentacles were connected to a larger creature.
The tentacles around her @%^$@!s squeezed again, gently as their tips rubbed against her nipples, and she let out a soft whimper as they hardened under the administrations. The squeezes became more firm, although not at all painful, and they would constrict then let go slightly, as if massaging her @%^$@!s. The tips continued to rub against her hardened nubs and she let out a soft moan of pleasure. Her nipples received firmer attention, the tips of the tentacles now alternating between rubbing and circling, and her eyelids fluttered in delight. However, she had not forgotten her situation, and continued struggling against her bonds, trying to kick free and twist her arms. But nothing seemed to work, and it was apparent that the tentacles were determined to fulfill whatever purpose they had for her.
She felt something caress her tummy and knew immediately that it was another tentacle. Its caress was gentle, as if it was trying to reassure her. The tentacle in her mouth thrust more firmly, as if trying to gain her attention and she whimpered softly. What did it want with her? What did they all want from her?
It leaked just a bit more of its fluid in her mouth, a few drops that coated her tongue with that mildly sweet and pleasant concoction. She felt no stinging, no numbness, no nothing that told her that this liquid was any sort of poison. It gave her a firm thrust, almost pressing against the back of her throat and she let out a soft whimper, shaking her head, afraid that it would slither down her throat. It seemed a little more than an inch thick, perhaps one and a half. It was not so thick that her jaw was uncomfortably stretched open, but she knew that if her jaw was kept like this for longer than a little while, it would become sore.
It drew back a little and wiggled around and she whimpered softly. It paused, then thrust in and out slowly, going near the back of her throat with each thrust, but no further. She pressed her tongue against its underside and started to suck on it, knowing nothing else she could do with her mouth at the moment. It tensed for a bit then wiggled around again, as if showing its approval and she was rewarded with a few more drops of the sweet liquid. As she continued sucking, it resumed its thrusting, going at a slow and languorous pace, beading a bit more of its fluid at intervals as if to encourage her.
The tentacle around her middle loosened, and before she could react, her robe was yanked down, ripping again as the fabric was rent in more places. She gave out a muffled cry and bit down.
