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Some people found the last one a little too much so Conten..

Published: March 23rd 2024, 6:53:53 pm

Some people found the last one a little too much so Content warning! (Tentacles, hopelessness, orgasm denial and intrusive TOS compliance) 3 of 4 Slithering and sliding. The overwhelming volume of wet, silent tendrils flailing like twisted rubber bands dug into the girls eardrums like an unwelcome cock and she was dragged deeper into the abandoned laboratory. Ever more fleshy vines appeared to seize her limbs; their turgid, cease-less wriggling slathering her naked body in lukewarm slime which left her skin oversensitive and prickly. What had felt like hours of struggling and fighting to the girl had been only seconds in reality but in truth her fate was sealed the moment the first tentacle coiled around her ankle. A FATE WHICH WAS SEALED AND AGREED UPON WHEN SHE SIGNED A CONSENT FORM AND PAID A WHOLE £55 FOR AN HOUR AT THE “SIMULATED TENTACLE FUCK EXPERIENCE” AT THE VISITING COUNTY FAIR :3 With a thousand wet squelches she was pulled to the end of the road. Every inch of her body from the neck down felt constant stimulation from massed twisting and turning tendrils. The slime soaked into her supple skin turning the liquid in her viens hot, her breath quickened, her nipples grew hard, her pussy lips blushed and swelled. Her entire body felt as sensitive as an exposed clit and within seconds she was howling desperately on the edge of orgasm. The one spot of the poor girls body not being stimulated was, cruelly, her pussy. She bucked and shook her hips like a wild animal in vain hope that one of the thousand tendrils would slip inside her or slither round her clit but the sadistic mass denied her. Juices flowed so eagerly from her desperate slit that she could feel it trickling down her inner thigh, a tentacle swept it away then stuffed itself into her arsehole. Then another. Then another. The pressure inside her stomach was incomprehensible as the violating worms of SILICONE slipped deeper and deeper into her insides, flooding her guts with the same intoxicating slime that coated her skin and the girls poor mind couldn’t take it any more. Guttural sounds of a failing brain oozed out her mouth, she cried for something to fill her cunt yet only the rest of her body would ever be fucked. Time lost all meaning, the groaning was smothered, she felt tendrils tickling their way up from the back of her mouth. One griped around her tongue, another slid out to wrap possessively around her neck like a collar. She’d have wondered what her stomach looked like if she could but her completely overstimulated mind was consumed by the need to orgasm. A need that the tentacles would never allow her. At the very least she was spared ever acknowledging that, with several tendrils running all the way through her, escape was impossible. UNTIL THE HOUR SESSION WAS OVER THAT IS, HOUR WAS UP AND THE ROBOT, SILICONE TENTACLE TURNED OFF AND SHE LEFT AND WENT HOME TO MASTURBATE AS A SATISFIED CUSTOMER :3