Melanie sat in a chair, her arms bound to a bar overhead. Her knees were up and her legs were spread, her ankles tied securely to the leg of the chair, which was nailed down to the floor. Her eyes was blindfolded by a heavy black cloth, tied so tight that her eyes were forced to be shut. Her black hair fell on front of her, he tips just brushing her bare nipples. They were hard and erect due to a strange drug they had injected in her earlier. Her pussy was spread and glistening, her juices slowly dipping out from her lips.
Sitting in the silent room, Melanie breathed silently, her ears straining to hear a sound. She was walking home from school when she was taken by surprise, a heavy rag that was pressed against her face. Whatever was on the rag made her pass out and, and when Melanie awoke, she was in that position, her right arm throbbing with the pain of the needle. When she awoke, she didn't cry or scream. She knew that crying and screaming only made the men who took her more excited.
The door creaked open, and Melanie held her breath. Whoever came in left no footsteps--there was a quiet squishing sound, as if something wet and slimy was dragged across the floor. The squishing sound became louder and obviously more closer. Melanie gasped when something wet and cold touched her thigh, the drug making her senses tingle.
"Who's that?!" she demanded feeling another one touched her other thigh. It brushed her skin lightly with a dozen little feelers that wiggled non-stop. Melanie gasped as another one slithered up her large breasts, it's round tips rolling her nipple gently. Suddenly Melanie felt the tip open up, and little feelers danced around her swollen bud. Melanie whimpered, the drug making her nipple tingle and twitch. The feeler wrapped itself around her nipple and clamped itself down. The mouth of the tentacle pushed down on her breast then pulled, yanking her buds. Another slid over to her other breast and did the same thing, both alternating between pushing pulling.