…a tentacle emerges from the mist.

A sharp chill sends shivers down your spine as the darkness begins to recede from your mind. The memory of a thick tentacle striking at your face, with viper like speed, from within Sailor Mercury’s mist is the first thought you have. As your senses return to you and the throbbing pain in your head becomes more pronounced, you realize that you must have been knocked **** by the blow. As you shiver once more from the cold, another realization dawns on you. You’re still in the mist, which seems even thicker than before, and, more importantly, you’re completely nude! You try to lift yourself off the ground to get your barrings and find your clothes, but this only leads to the discovery that your hands and feet are being tightly restrained. You turn your head to look at your wrist, and find a thick tentacle wrapped tightly around it. Further inspection reveals that you are being held spread eagle on the ground by four powerful tentacles, the source of which you cannot see through the mist. Another shiver runs down your spine, but this one has nothing to do with the cold.

Dreadful visions of just what a tentacle monster might want with you fill your mind, and you begin to panic. You struggle with all your strength against the beast that’s holding you, but to no avail. When your eyes fall upon a dark shape in front of you, that wasn’t there before, slowly approaching you through the mist, you freeze up. Now you know how all those schoolgirls in your home video collection must feel. Your fear soon turns to confusion however, as the dark mass comes closer and you are able to make out a distinctly feminine form. All coherent thought then briefly escapes your mind as the silhouette comes into full view and your eyes involuntarily ravage the nubile, young body of a completely naked Sailor Mercury. Her golden tiara is all that remains of the senshi uniform that she was wearing before, leaving her perfect breasts, shapely legs, and everything in between completely exposed to you. You drink in the sight as if it were the only oasis in a sprawling desert.

So wrapped up are you in admiring her body, that you fail to notice some disturbing details until your dream girl is directly in front of you, standing between your spread legs. Her slender ankles, wrists, and neck are all clutched firmly in the grasp of slimy, writhing tentacles. Even more disturbing than this however, are her eyes. Half-lidded and empty, you see no emotion, or spark, or hint of a real person behind the dull, lifeless blue orbs. Though the tentacles are wrapped around her limbs as if to physically control her, when she moves you can clearly see that she does so under her own power. You realize with dread that your heroine has lost the fight against the creature, and it has taken control of her body, and her mind. It has made her its puppet, but for what purpose you do not know.