Squirm: virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster (The Squirm Files) (4 page)

By the time Karl had her where he wanted her, she was standing spread-eagled and stripped of all but a few shreds of lace. Her arms were drawn above and her legs spread wide for she was roped to two nearby, spaghetti infested-pillars. Sourly, she eyed the spag stuff again. If the spaghetti was meant to be a reasonable facsimile of tentacles writhing across the pillars, his decorator had failed.

The red whirling eye was hidden under a carpet. Thank god. It had been making her dizzy. Throwing up on Karl seemed so impolite, even if he did mean to violate her...she gulped, everywhere, putting those thick tentacles into her unsullied, unpenetrated places. She bit back a moan. Places that she
’d often dreamed of inserting dildos and cucumbers into. Carrots, maybe too. Vegetables had so much potential.

Perfectly normal, she reminded herself. Besides, she
’d never done it. Some of her friends boasted of putting rabbits up there, which seemed awfully uncomfortable, but she wasn’t judging, and wasn’t game to tell them that out loud.

The fur must be so itchy.

Along the wall, a few yards away to her left, stretched a console that would suit a mad scientist lair. Legs crossed at the ankle, Dangerous Bob lounged against it. He yawned, looking both bored and expectant. When he slowly perused her body, Virginia strained on the ropes to show him she wanted to be
free
, and not at all to make her boobs jiggle and stick out. He went a little red of face. After that, and adjusting his crotch, Bob uttered a single appreciative
fuck
then winked at her.

Useless man.

Karl prowled across the floor toward her, naked from the waist up, one tentacle in hand (
tentacle
not testicle, get your eyes checked) and a few others curling about him and trailing at his feet.

Imagine if that had been testicle, the mind boggles.

He was careful not to walk over where the eye was concealed.

His silence made her nervous and she nibbled on her lip. Being all nude in front of a man...testicle guy...monster person wasn
’t her thing. Especially when her pussy was aching.

Wait. That was
tentacle. Tentacle guy.

He circled her while observing her every movement, her every jiggle and whimper, with that dark look on his face. His eyes were black as sin, his mouth still, his tentacle twitchy. Karl stopped before her.

Alas, whatever lurked in his pants was staying there for the moment.

She swallowed and met his eyes.

He smiled, leaned on one of the above ropes, and let his tentacle slither down it to stroke her neck.

“
I’ve brought so many women down here and none have satisfied me.”

Worried, she tested the ropes again and shifted her hips to the side, then bit her lip.
Ow.

“
What happens if you’re not satisfied?”

“
I throw them into the portal.” He gestured at the rug. “They never return.”

“
Never? Oh dear. Did Cyndie go down there?” That must be it. She’d not seen her among the Sea Wolves and she’d vanished after coming here. “Where does it go to?”

“
Cyndie? Who is that?” A second tentacle curled around her waist, down the curve of her bottom to play with her crevice near her nether hole.

“
Hey! Watch where you’re going there.”

His smile turned devilish.
“I know precisely where it is going. Cyndie, you said?”

She shut her eyes and shuddered. The tentacle probed her and, as small as the tip was, he could insert it without hurting her. Her toes curled as it forced itself a little further.
“Stop. No. No more.”

“
Yes, more.”

It wormed in further. Her opened eyes found his black ones riveted on her face, registering her gasps of surprise and pain.

“I remember Cyndie. She went into the portal. She was delicious but not good enough for me. Come to me my most gorgeous and most recent captive. I need to possess you, to take you, to make you
mine
.”

While the tentacle slowly withdrew, he kissed her forehead, her nose then her mouth. His lips played there, toying, teasing, arousing her, until she breathed in small pants and couldn
’t stop herself from grinding into him when he came close. He turned his head sideways and nipped her throat, sucking and biting on her while his tentacles and hands roved about her body, quietly stirring her.

Then he moved away and withdrew all of his bits that had been touching her. She stirred from the fog of desire, wiped the steam from her sex goggles, and metaphorically squeegeed away the drips. That really had been...
shiver
...exceptionally nice.

She would
not
think about what was trickling down the inside of her thighs.

Why, now that she wanted him, had he left her?

“Take off your pants,” she pleaded. “I need to see you.”

She needed to see more than the ridged stone-hard muscles of his chest and stomach, or the V of male hair leading the eye down to the waist where it vanished into his pants. As she studied him, she nibbled her lip again, careful not to bite the same place. It still hurt. She simply had to stop biting herself.

What she wanted to see tormented her. Though the rest of him on show wasn’t bad either.

“
You know, you’re the first woman I haven’t had to lure here. The first to get on my bike and come here of your own volition. Normally I have to attract them by other methods. Those.”

She followed the line of his pointing finger to the glass display case. On each shelf was a plethora of ties.

“I have them all – fifty thousand of them. All of the grays – storm gray, pallid gray, dominant gray, and so on.”

She frowned.
“How?”

“
How does it work? First, I intrigue the women by puzzling them with my many declarations of wanting to fuck them within an inch of their life against the nearest wall.”

“
Then you tie them up?”

“
No. Then I lay a trail of ties all the way here and they follow it and fall into a pit just inside the gates.” He shrugged. “It works.”

“
Ooo-kay.” Not that suave. She screwed up her mouth, nodding and pretending not to be disappointed.

His step carried him closer. One tentacle whipped out and behind her, flicking across her butt, scoring it with fire.

“Owieee!” She danced as much as she could with the ropes holding her in place.

“
You, Miss Virginia, will pay attention. Tell me why I didn’t have to fool you. Why did you come here?”

Her gaze dropped to his package level. That tantalizing huge bulge was still there.
Ten plus.
Oh myyy.
She let out a tiny groan. More wetness seeped from her. She was going to need emergency rehydration if this kept up.

Fire scorched her butt. She shrieked at the strike of the tentacle.

“Tell!”

“
It was because I seek...I seek the ten inch schlong! I am the Quester of the Schlong.” She sagged in the ropes, distraught at having to reveal her secret.

“
Ahh. And you think I qualify?”

“
Yes.” She sobbed. “Yes. Are you my destiny?”

This time he circled her and approached from behind. He molded his body to hers, covered her bound wrists with his hands.

His words thrummed in, deep, imprinting themselves on her very deepest, deepest, deep bits.

“
I believe I am your destiny. You are mine, as I am yours. We shall be one. So
one
that your air will be mine, your scent mine, your blood will fill my veins, your soul and my soul will entwine together forever. Everything about you,
mine
.”

Wow.
“Those little china animals on my mantelpiece?”

“
Mine.”

Teeny bit obsessed.

The revelation that this man, okay, this tentacle man, wanted her so desperately, almost exploded her heart from her body. Luckily, it did not. So messy that would be. Blood
everywhere
.
Ick.

“
Oh, Karl, I think I’m swooning. Though it’s hard to tell with the ropes and all holding me upright. If we are so
one
, does that mean my mortgage is yours?”

“
That...not so much.”

“
My period?”

“
Absolutely not.”

Darn.
Worth a try.

“
You know for a tentacle monster you’re pretty tame. I mean here you’ve got me at your mercy and all you want to do is make me yours and sexually ravage me and give me orgasms.”

She shrugged when all he did was rest his chin on her head and wriggle another tentacle across her butt between his body and hers.

“What else did you expect?”

“
I don’t know. Pain. Rending me limb from limb. Chewing on my bones. Driving me insane. Exploding my brain. Monster torture.”

“
Hmm. Most of that would mean a big extra cleaning bill. It’s already huge. Plus I like tentacle sex. So. Instead I’ll just brand your butt with
mine
before I ravage and violate you.”

Sounded reasonable.
She was nodding before the meaning hit her. “What? Wait!”

This time the fire lasted, eating into her butt right where that tentacle rested and gripped her, like tiny teeth filled with acid were gnawing on her.
Which was possibly exactly what was happening.

She screamed and babbled but he held her tightly.

The fire ebbed, dying to a dull ache, though she would never forget that he’d branded her butt.

“
What if,” she gasped. “What if we change our minds?
Mine
doesn’t turn into anything else. Like, what are the chances my next boyfriend would be called, umm...” She searched in her head. “Minetaur? Or, or –” A tentacle plastered itself across her lips. “Urk! Mmph!”

“Shh. There will be no others. It’s me or it’s the portal to the other dimension. Now, shut up, I have places on you to explore. Orgasms to bring forth.”

She eye-rolled.
Bring forth?
What was it with the archaic dialogue all of a sudden? What was wrong with,
I want to make you come
?

*****

Warning.

The next part of the story
is filled to the tippy top with tentacle sex. Well, there’s some, a little tiny bit, enough that if you read onward you will be known henceforth by the label Tentacle Pervert. Read onward and when you have to fill in that spot on the insurance form where it asks if you’ve ever been arrested for chicken rustling or dabbled in things that would make all your aunties and granmas faint, you will have to tick yes.

You are on a slippery, depraved path. Tentacles, ahoy!

You tentacle pervert, you.

*****

With the tentacle in her mouth, Virginia had no way of communicating all her worries, such as where had all those tentacles been before?
Hygiene, man, hygiene.
When another tentacle shimmied across her eyes, she couldn’t even see what he was up to.

Had some of those been used to take out the garbage?

Or pick his nose?

One at least had been up her ass, and now,
oh fuck, oh fuck
, she could feel another seeking that same spot. She clenched her butt, indignant at the chuckle this elicited from Karl.

“Relax. My tentacles come with a special lube. You’ll barely know they’ve gone in.”

Oh sure, she wouldn’t. Unless he could make her ass into a space and time bending tardis.

She attempted to communicate by gargling.
“’an I ick wun up yer ass?”

“No.”

The one in her ass did a wiggle, sliding an inch inward, and she did an indignant squeak.

“See, it went in. I have finesse. That’s all you need for anal.
Alpha tentacle finesse. Do that squeak again. I like your little noises of protest.”

Next time she’d bring placards.

How many tentacles did he have? She’d not counted them all, but she figured he had some in reserve.
At least eight? It was logical wasn’t it?

Another tentacle writhed across her belly then went all the way around her body, twice, then headed down, down, over her mound. She sucked in a breath and held it. The thing wriggled atop her clit before it slid further, pushing aside her legs and cruising over her damp pussy lips, dead center along the seam, separating them.

It throbbed. Her clit, getting as wildly excited as a groupie humping the leg of a rock star, grew hotter, and bigger, and throbbed back.

Damn thing needed to
learn who it belonged to.

Sensations.
Sensory input focused down on what she could feel, could smell, could taste.

Nothing but blackness, and
him behind her breathing on her neck, the ropes and tentacles gripping her, and the one suctioned onto her pussy. She swallowed, carefully, so as not to give that tentacle over her mouth any ideas.

Throb, throb.

Oh. Myyy goodness.
That was
mmm
. Her eyes decided to roll up.

Despite the double tentacle grip on her head, Karl sank some fingers into her hair, and tilted her head back. Sightless, she wondered what he was doing, seeing. Her face, she supposed.

She strived to calm her breathing but couldn’t help whimpering and panting as the sucking intensified, betraying her arousal.

“You’re so fucking
wet
.”

Huh?
“’at’s yer lube.” Though some
was
her.

“Oh, yeah.
Forgot.” He licked her. “When I’m this close, this intimate with one of my victims... I mean virgins. Sorry, slip of the tongue. I find I can often hear their thoughts. Sometimes it’s like smoke signals and vague. Or scribbles on the back of an envelope. You, Virginia, are giving me text messages with pictures.”

“
Ayy em?” she gurgled past the thing that was slowly invading her mouth, which was strangely and disturbingly erotic.

“You are.” He panted in her ear. “You’re fucking awesomely
tight
too.”

This time she just thought it.
Because I’m a virgin, duh, and you’re hung like an octopus cross elephant.

His chuckle was ominous. “You know me so well.” The tentacle in her ass shoved in a fraction more.

Oops
. Her toes scrunched on the rug-covered floor. However did he clean off all the,
ahem
, fluids?

“
Let’s see. Yes, I cleaned all my tentacles. No, there was no nose picking. And it’s twenty dollars an hour for the rug. Extortion. But I don’t mind. Not when I have such a pretty victim.”

“
‘irgin,” she burbled.

“
Virgin. Yes. I keep slipping, don’t I?”

She would have agreed with that but a second tentacle had decided to mosey alongside the one separating her thighs and was right now, as of this second, feeling for her entrance with all the skill of a blind safe cracker.

Whoops. Not there. No. Not there either.

Eep
.
As it found the right place and squirmed into her, she wriggled her hips sideways. Slippery with her wetness, it sank further, one inch, two, opening her up. After one gasp, her throat closed in. The tentacle seemed to expand, thickening as it ventured further.

This, what Karl did to her, was monstrous and yet she groaned and shuddered, her belly heavy with desire. A want she
’d never known burgeoned.

Panic arrived. She
’d never done this before.
Never.

Then she realized what this was all about. What her search for the ten inch schlong was truly about.
My god. Nooo. I’ve been so stupid!

“
Shh
.
You’re not.”

Karl kissed her nape and wrapped her up tight with more tentacles, tight, tighter, squishier, making her feel...feel,
wanted
, taken, possessed. Like a vacant building where a whole busload of squatters has moved in all at once.

So novel, she
’d never felt wanted.

“
You’re wanted.” He moved aside the tentacle over her mouth and kissed her, hard, relentless, until she parted her lips and let his tongue in. When he’d aroused her to the point that she was groaning into his mouth, he slid the tentacle back into place. “Now, sweet, sweet woman, I’m going to fill every hole with me until you’re bursting.”

The image that gave her, but she couldn
’t stop squirming against his body.

Too much.
Too soon.
I mustn’t.

Although a tentacle was already worming into her pussy, she tried to clamp down and make herself impenetrable.

“Not happening, girl,” he murmured. “I’m in there. And here too.” Another tentacle, a third? How the hell did she know? Maybe he had a million of them, she wondered, as yet another slipped around in her wetness then probed her other hole. Ever so tenderly, it opened her and surged inward.

She gaped, struggling for a moment, and the mouth tentacle took advantage of her parted lips and moved into her mouth. Saliva pooled. She surrendered and simply
felt
.

Fuck.

Sensations, ones she’d never thought to feel, overwhelmed her in a rippling, rhythmic tide.

Hotness.
Man. Tentacles everywhere. She craved it all. The slithering. The pushing. The pulling and prying her apart. It was making her one with him. Her spine strained back as two more encircled her breasts and cradled them in a firm grip. Isolated and embraced, blood built in them and thumped through her with each beat of her heart.

Lust pumped and rippled into the essence of her being.

“Yes, Virginia. I’ve got you. I told you, you’d be mine.” His kisses on her shoulder and neck became more savage – biting, painful, but she shuddered, feeling an orgasm build.

The onslaught commenced.

No crevice or cavity or part of her was not taken by him, was not cradled, squashed, perverted, or penetrated. The ones within her moved as far in as they could possibly go and began to pulse. They swelled bigger, then shrank, then grew again. On top of her clit, inside her pussy, they shuddered against her inner flesh – amplifying her desire.

She wanted
more
, and moaned and writhed in his monstrous embrace.

“
I’m in you. I’m around you. I
am
you, Virginia. And you are me.” His voice was close to her ear. That too seemed inside her. Warm man voice, vibrating into her.

She arched against his strength, into the beastlike passion of sex, enough to feel her body offering itself to him.

In unison, the tentacles thrust into her.

Fuck.

She came, shuddering, shaking, crying out against the smothering thing in her mouth, all of her pulsing around the tentacles intruding into her female parts.

Her heart pounded crazily. She panted, her thoughts swimming.

And he hadn’t even done anything to her clit this time.

“
That,” he whispered, “is next.”

It began again. The suckers played with, licked and sucked onto, every one of her most sensory laden places, tasting and stirring her clit and her nipples, fucking her in time to the sucks.

Another orgasm thundered in, lightning seemed to flash, even through the tentacle over her eyes. The floor beneath her soles shook. She screamed and gasped, and screamed some more.

She soon lost count of how many holes he
’d penetrated – more than she thought she had. Tentacle sex seemed to invent new places to fuck. Only her nose remained unpoked.

She really needed to brush up on her
maths.

Her throat was raw by the time he stopped and she was limp, sweat sodden, and softly moaning. Drool dripped from her chin. Her limbs trembled as he let her down from the ropes and untangled
himself from her. He lowered her to the rugs and lay by her side, stroking her with his hands and tentacles while she recovered. Warm. Tired. Her eyelids drifted closed.

“
That was so wrong,” she muttered, though snuggling back into him. Spooning was nice. Why hadn’t she tried this before?

Because my friends don
’t have tentacles
, her inner voice suggested snidely.

Oh yeah. That.

Rude, though. She shot her inner voice with a tranquillizer dart and fastened it to the corner with duct tape.

Dumb-ass voice.

He kissed her ear, brushed away sweaty hair from her neck. “Yes, why, Virginia? I know you figured this out. You were scared?”

Was this the tender, after sex, get-to-know-you session?

“Yes. It is.”

“
Stop with the mind reading, Karl.”

“
Sorry.”

“
I did figure it out. I think. My quest for the ten inch schlong was all a façade, a way to avoid...”

“
What?”

She sighed and wriggled her head into a better spot against his shoulder.
“This. Intimacy. Sex. I was avoiding it by making sex impossible. Only I still haven’t exactly done it, you know.”

“
Yes, you have.” He sounded indignant. “I fucked you.”

Dangerous Bob stepped up, looming above them.

Virginia shrieked, a little, enough to show she was modest, and tried to cover her breasts, no, no, her pussy. No, her breasts.
Wait. Oh crap.
She grabbed a tentacle that had appeared and used it down there, slapping it on to cover herself.

Karl laughed.

Damn. Who cared? He’d seen all of her, and seen her being thoroughly molested while having the best orgasms of her life.

“
Fuckitty. Grr. Fuckerate
.
”
No, sir, you didn’t. You never used your sex tentacle on Miss Virginia.

Miss Virginia?
Since when did Bob become like a snooty-nosed butler?

She craned her head back to speak to Karl.
“What is a sex tentacle?”