The tentacle wrapped around her combat boot, gave a swift tug, and it was all over. Her sharp cry suddenly cut off as Jaime was yanked from her seated position against the wall so violently her head bounced off the metal floor. She saw stars and momentarily lost control of her body. The Glock that had been loosely held in the hand that wasn't greedily pleasuring herself moments ago, left her grip as her vision reeled. She heard it slide to a stop well behind her as she was tugged unceremoniously across the floor toward the beast and her partner Jac's exhausted body.
Her mind cloudy from the head hit, she clumsily tried to reach her combat knife strapped to her thigh while her hands were still free. The leather snap found her fingers and she weakly unsnapped it. The knife felt heavy in her hand as she swiped at the tentacle holding her fast. As soon as the semi-serrated blade made contact with the tentacle; its hold released and she was left in a seated position not 10 feet from the monsters writhing mass.
The tentacle returned to the inner workings of the creature and she began to scramble backward on her hands and feet toward the Glock. The half open suit flopped awkwardly behind her and prevented swift movement. Her gaze never left the creature, only glancing quickly over her shoulder to keep her bearings on the gun. Just feet away from her pistol, 2 tentacles started toward.
She came up short; the tentacles reaching Jaime and again causing her to raise the blade.
The first tentacle went straight for her boot as before and it again wrapped itself surely around her ankle. The other attacked her at eye level. After scoring a glancing blow with the side of the knife, the tentacle wrapped itself around her wrist; binding it fast and preventing anymore defensive moves from Jaime. It tightened to unbearable levels and her hand went numb. The knife fell harmlessly to the deck. Sensing the threat had been defeated, the tentacle in her wrist released and swatted blindly at the ground. Once it found the blade, it swatted the knife down the corridor, seemingly miles from Jaime.
The monster tugged Jaime unmercifully into its clutches, dragging her through Jac's puddles of ejaculate and pre-cum that lay pooled in front. There was no point in screaming, there was no one that would hear. The monster began the same ritual again. Poking and prodding at Jaime's half naked form. The thought occurred to her that she had made it even easier this time. The suit was already half open, a product of her masturbation she'd enjoyed just minutes before.
The creature learned from its past struggles and deftly secured her wrists and pulled her arms straight out from her shoulders. She was now suspended as Jac had been. She briefly had her legs free and set to kicking wildly with her booted feet. She found only loosely waving tentacles. She was again outsmarted when the monster just approached with its tentacles from behind her kicking boots, completely out of her view. When she stopped kicking for a short while, she found her boots secured. She had been defeated.
The sweat had returned after her struggles and the creature explored her sweat covered body as it had Jac's. The tickling began after a moment as it first began exploring her neck and slowly working its way south. She couldn't help but begin to giggle as she struggled in vain. A tentacle had already made its entrance at her lower back and was exploring her sides and stomach. Another began unfastening what little was left down the front of her suit; the clasps and zippers giving it little resistance. Jaime laughed uncontrollably as the monster had its way.
The monster expertly unzipped her combat boots from the bottom of her suit and the tentacles explored the inside of her boots before tugging each one off and leaving her sweaty white socked feet dangling in the air. The suit was free now, only the tentacles prevented it from being slid off. One at a time the tentacles released their grip and peeled her space suit off as if it was peeling a banana. Before long she hung in her tube socks, bra and panties. The cool air circulating around her clammy skin and clothes.
De-robed, she hung helplessly as the monster continued its ticklish exploration. Her arm pits seemed to get extra attention which drove her mad with laughter and she could feel the exhaustion Jac had felt beginning to take hold. She could see his still form to her side, seemingly in some sort of day dream. Suddenly she was sat down on her feet a short distance from him. She quickly tried to struggle away and was rewarded with a sharp crack at the back of her legs. She yelped in pain and dropped to her knees, the tentacles returning to her wrists and splaying her arms out wide.
A tentacle at her socked foot began prodding the soaked sock she was wearing. It writhed across the now used, dirty white bottom of her left foot and poked at her heel. She wagged her socked foot back and forth trying to escape the torture and catch her breath but it was fruitless. The monster had placed her back in Jac's pool of cum and her struggling foot was now bathing in it, soaking it up as she writhed. She watched the monster continue its exploration moving on to the ball of her sock and then exploring every toe individually. It snaked its way around her socked calf, seeming to like the hours of sweat that had accumulated in the cotton fabric.
Reaching the top of the sock at her knee, Jaime dumbly noted she had chosen the white pair with three wide red stripes at the top. The stripes were faded with age and washing. The tentacle flirted with the ribbed top opening of the sock and wiggled its way between the fabric and her skin. The sock slouched sloppily halfway down her calf as the tentacle tried to continue. It gave up and withdrew leaving the sock haphazardly scrunched and half folded at mid-calf.
Its exploration moved to her left foot and the ritual repeated. Oddly, when the tentacle reached a small hole at her socked arch, it entered a few inches and explored her bare foot; driving her crazy with laughter. Once again it reached the top of her knee sock and wormed its way until it could go no further, the sock lazily slumped as if to match its partner. Jaime languished in the monsters clutches as the exhaustion from so much tickling made her give little fight.
As if on queue, she felt a brushing sensation across her ass. A tentacle was rubbing her cheeks through the thin cotton fabric, making its way slowly toward her still damp crotch. The first touch was electric and the creature paused almost in surprise. She wondered how it would perceive the "difference" between her and Jac's offerings. The rubbing sensation hastily increased and intensified in pressure. The creature poked and prodded the front, quickly darting inside one leg opening and then back out.
She was again hoisted up in mid-air, her cotton panties ripped painfully off from the rear. She cried out in pain and was still in shock when she was again deposited onto her knees, socked feet folded behind her. The tentacles went to work. They rubbed her now bare pussy rhythmically, almost nestling between her lips, back and forth, occasionally making contact with her slightly protruding clit. It disgusted her but her body reacted as it was designed and she could feel herself begin to get hot.
Jac was moving more readily now, still bound but more coherent than before. She spoke to him in a harsh whisper,
