"EEEEEEEK!!!"
It was past-midnight. A scream of a helpless young female office worker was heard from a dark alley in New York. The helpless buxom brunette was cornered by three grown men with a most heinous intent to ravish her brutally. She was grabbed, hogtied and gagged with a dirty handkerchief. "Prepare to get fucked, you big-titted bitch!" whispered one of the violent men closed to her ear as she felt every part of her luscious body lasciviously groped. Her large bosom and firm buttocks were squeezed through her clothes by her grinning would-be rapists.
Suddenly, out of the darkness, three tendrils darted and grabbed the three men by their necks. Swiftly, the men were suspended in the air, choking. Another tendril shot out and grabbed the curvaceous woman by the waist. At that moment, three low-lives were cut short and the woman fainted at the sudden and shocking turn of events.
The woman began to stir and open her eyes slowly. She found herself lying down on a worn-out bed. She stood up and scanned around the room. The woman saw that the walls were made of bricks and the room she was in had a hinted scent of sewage water. Luckily, there was a car air-freshener in the corner to make the atmosphere more bearable. In one corner of the room, a big pile of science books and men's magazines were there. Posters featuring sexy pin-up girls adorned the aging walls and an emergency lamp was the only source of light. The woman grew scared, thinking she has been kidnapped. An unfamiliar voice startled her.
"Finally, you're awake."
She looked around and saw a rugged man in a brown trenchcoat leaning on a wall. The mysterious man had an athletic build and a semi-shaved face of an action star. He was shirtless under his coat and he wore blue jeans and leather shoes. This man, the woman thought, was a hunk... until she saw his arms.
Instead of normal human arms, this man had eight octopus-like tentacles! Four incredibly large tentacles (the thickness of a PVC pipe!) were attached to each shoulder. The woman stared at his arms until...
"What? Were you expecting ninja turtles? By the way, it's not polite to stare."
"Uh, sorry. Were you the one who saved me from the rapists?" the woman asked.
"Yes that was me."
The woman smiled. "Thank you so much! What is your name?"
"They call me Octopus Jones. You can call me Octo-J, Miss...?" replied her savior.
"I'm Jennifer Stevenson. Thank you Octo-J! You're definitely my hero! Is there anything I could do to repay you?"
"Nah, you don't need to." The tentacled man paused for a moment and gave a naughty grin.
"Well... you could let me fuck you."
"WHAT!!???" yelled the woman with shock and crimson cheeks.
"Hey, you said anything."
"Anything but that! I may be grateful but I'm not an easy woman! This isn't some kind of porn movie you know!"
"Come on, it'll be fine. It"ll be good for both of us..." Jones walked slowly towards Jennifer.
"No it's...wait, I'm not feeling so good..." the woman felt dizzy and began to touch herself.
"Well, there are two possible reasons why you're feeling that way. One, you're very stressed from having such a traumatic experience back in the alley. Two, I release powerful sex pheromones. The latter is usually right." said Jones as he began to strip Theresa's clothing with his tentacles.
"Oh God... you can't do this... this is..."
"Rape? Listen, I'll stop if you can manage to push away my arms. If not, then I'm going to give you the best sex of your life."
Jennifer tried to resist but the pheromones and the sex appeal of Octopus Jones were too much for her. Without a struggle, she surrendered.
