Black ink exploded out of the "dick-tip", covering the auburn haired beauty in dark, viscous fluid. The majority of it splashed on her torso and face, then redirected down her abdomen and ended the eruption on her pelvic region. The phallic pen shook for an extra two seconds and actually went limp like a spent cock. Finally, it fell on the mattress and rolled across the bed.
Wendy coughed and spat the black substance from her mouth. The taste of it would linger on her thoughts forever. She continued to react instinctively, using her hands to wipe the sticky goo away from her face and off her soiled shirt. She sat up and tried her best to wipe away the charcoal sludge off her lower half. Her efforts merely smeared the fluid across her face, chest, arms and legs. It clung to her skin like tar. But her shirt and underwear absorbed a great amount of the black ink, making her breasts and nethers feel icky.
"Fuck! That's so gross. It tastes like cum!" Wendy continued to spit, mortified at the realization.
The young woman rolled out of the bed and stripped off her soiled shirt and underwear, tossing both garments at the foot of the bed. Wendy turned and looked at herself in the mirror mounted to a wall. Her naked image made her think of a sex crime victim, covered with dried mud and left on the side of the road. The socks on her feet completed the look. She yearned for a hot shower and a gallon of mouthwash. The whole situation made her feel uneasy.
What worried her the most was something on her skin. Something that looked like letters. Letters that made words. Two words to be exact. In the mirror, they were backwards. But Wendy could clearly read what was written on her body roughly four inches above her clitoris:
FUCK HOLES
Wendy took two steps toward her bathroom and froze in place. Her mind tried to push her body forward, but her body refused to cooperate. An invisible force rendered her helpless. She felt a tightness forming around her waist and suddenly was pulled back onto the bed. Her body landed right in the center of the soiled mattress, her limbs coincidentally spread out across the fitted sheet.
A grotesque noise gained her attention, fearfully making her raise her head to view the source. Wendy watched in terror as the black ink erupted from her shirt and panties, creating an abomination in the natural world. Multiple tentacles of different sizes and lengths violently waved throughout her bedroom. Some capable of touching the nearby walls and ceiling. The sight was so horrific, Wendy almost failed to realize she could move again.
She tried to get away but two bundles of slim tendrils wrapped around her ankles, keeping her legs apart. A thick tentacle slid under her back and made multiple loops around her waist. Two more bundles of slim tendrils looped around her wrists, forcing her arms to be outstretched. Wendy tried to thrash about but the slime binding her body gave her little room to move of free will.
Suddenly, Wendy was jerked off the mattress and lifted in the air. The strength of the tentacles astonished her. Completely amazed the gelatinous mass was capable of lifting her so high up. The tendrils and tentacles held her in a horizontal position. Her face and torso roughly two feet away from the ceiling. Wendy trembled at the thought of what would happen next.
Her concern became a reality as the tentacles continued their assault. The ends of the tendrils wrapped around her ankles dipped into her socks, stretching the fabric until the cotton shredded apart, leaving her soles bare. The ends of the tendrils yawned open and engulfed each of her toes. At the same time, the tendrils at her wrists engulfed all of her fingers and thumbs. Another series of slime tendrils emerged and looped around her breasts, squeezing them forcefully. The attention to Wendy's torso had an immediate reaction, causing her nipples to harden. As well as the slightest pulse between her legs. The slime looped around her breasts copied the others, and latched onto the woman's tits.
Simultaneously, all of the tendrils attached to her body began sucking on her flesh. Wendy gasped at the sensations. Each one feeling like tiny mouths, with lips and tongues manipulating her body. The suckling on her fingers and toes felt strange, but the suckling on her nipples made her moan and buck her hips. Wendy could feel herself becoming more aroused. It surprised her and disgusted her, knowing the events unfolding were extremely unnatural. But in the back of her mind, a long-term fantasy was becoming a reality. And it was making her pussy drool.
Another tendril emerged from the black mass and elongated towards Wendy's nethers. It swayed from side-to-side, as if studying the anatomy before it. Wendy noticed the thin length of goo mere inches from her sex. Her heart raced, almost causing a knot to form in her throat from anxiety. The heightened alertness made her clit jump without any control. The mood slime sensed Wendy's accelerated arousal and struck.
The tendril slid between her pussy lips and flicked her pearl multiple times. Then it also formed a mouth and latched directly onto Wendy's erect clit. The suckling was more aggressive than anything happening to her fingers and toes, or even her nipples. She could feel the slime mouth's tongue massaging and licking every millimeter of her sensitive bud. Wendy's hips bucked at the assault, leaving her with mixed feelings of repulsion and reluctance. She knew it was wrong, but her body said it was right.
"Oh my god!" she cried out from the pleasure overriding her senses.
Things evolved from there as a thick tentacle grew out of the slimy black mass and approached her dripping sex. Wendy felt the end of the slimy tentacle press against her lower lips. It pushed but not forcefully. As if trying to ease itself inward, gently. The tendrils on her clit and nipples pulled on her flesh, eliciting a reaction.
"Fuck." Wendy moaned.
The larger tentacle reared back and buried itself deep inside the woman's body. Wendy's eyes clenched shut and grinded her teeth at the enormous girth invading her pussy. At first it hurt but the combination of spectral energy; as well as her own arousal, made the pain quickly disappear. All that was left was pleasure.
The tendrils wrapped around her breasts changed intensity, and squeezed her globes in massaging motions. The tendrils attached elsewhere alternated their movements. Gentle suckling and licking at first, followed by sharp "biting" and pulling on her flesh. Wendy's pussy was creating a slime of its own, further greasing up the animated black liquid moving in and out of her sensitive passage. This only increased the intensity of the abomination's actions.
Wendy's body moved in the air as if she was being fucked in her bed. Her breasts; though bound by the slime, swayed in all directions. Her lower half rocked backward and forward while the thicker slime vine whipped its entire length from origin to end. Driving itself deeper and deeper into Wendy's pussy until she was certain it was striking her cervix. The tentacle buried in her snatch gave her another surprise. It reformed the end of its length, allowing it to continuously manipulate her g-spot while stroking every single pleasure nerve throughout her velvet passage.
The woman moaned in pleasure, unaware of another tentacle approaching her body. It was slightly smaller than the one deep inside her pussy. And several shades lighter than its slimy brethren. But no less important to the event unfolding. Without warning, the smaller tentacle slammed into Wendy's rosebud and pushed inward.
"FUCK! MY! ASS!" she shouted, somewhere between shocking realization and lustful commanding.
The tentacle chose the latter and twisted and twirled itself in the newly invaded hole. Wendy was reluctantly grateful the slime was lubricated. Or the intrusion would have been so painful she'd suffer nightmares the rest of her life. The thicker tentacle worked in tandem with the smaller twin. One would thrust inward, the other would withdraw. Over and over while both massaged and collided against Wendy's insides. Her ass twitched repeatedly while her pussy liberally flowed all over the larger tentacle. Wendy's juices dripped off the thicker length, landing on the bed below. Or it continued to slide along the tentacle to its base, causing the unnatural mass to sizzle and bubble.
In spite of enjoying herself, Wendy continued to understand the reality at hand. She wasn't dreaming. It was actually happening. Mood slime of some origin was having its way with her body. Making her feel pleasure in ways she never could have received in the normal world. She had not even achieved an orgasm but could feel one or a series building up from within. Her mind continued to fight against the living fantasy. It was wrong. All wrong. She knew it. It needed to stop no matter how badly her body gave in. She inhaled as much air as possible, and screamed with all her might.
