Halfdan's new home

It was several weeks later.

"...and it can't be allowed to go on," fumed the Mayor, standing on stage in her favourite green dress. The town hall was almost full. "We've got to stand up to him. There has to be a way to get him to move on."

There was a chorus of agreement from the women, punctuated by a few scattered boos from the men. "I like him," shouted Doc Topper, who was sitting up the back. He was rewarded by a glare from Kitty Davis, who turned in her seat to stare him down.

"Well, of course you like him," snapped Mayor Peggy, getting a few laughs from the women. "But as you know, I won the last election, not you. And I trust there's general agreement in the community that Halfdan, the carnival kraken, can't be allowed to stay in Pinkwhistle forever."

Bonnie, sitting next to Susie, nodded fervently. Halfdan's tentacles got everywhere. The other day she had been shopping for icecream in the Pinkwhistle supermarket when a pair of pink pseudopods had materialised from out of the floor, grabbed hold of her jeans, and pulled them right down around her ankles. Something had to be done!

Susie, sitting next to Bonnie, agreed. Only yesterday she'd been gathering flowers in the woods when a trio of grey tentacles had emerged from a hole in a tree, grabbed her dress and yanked it up over her head. She'd had to run all the way home in just her bra and panties! It wasn't acceptable in a civilised society.

Ben, sitting on the other side of Susie, since they were dating now, didn't agree, but he was a boy and his opinion didn't really count. Anyway, he was pretty sure he was going to win anyway, no matter what they did. Since the carnival, that was just how things tended to work.

"Yes," the Mayor continued, "getting rid of the kraken has to be this administration's top priority. That's why I'm commissioning a task force to study the possibility of investigating an inquiry into developing a solution for the committee to look into a..."

She was cut short by a long yellow tendril that emerged from the rafters over her head, grabbed the hem of her green dress and flipped it up, exposing her pink frilly panties. Peggy shrieked and tried to hold her skirt down, as the men in the crowd laughed, and a few of the women.

Bonnie stiffened, Something was happening beneath her.

"...that is to say," the Mayor fumed impotently, still trying to pry her dress away from the kraken, "I'm going to put an end to this menace, or I'm not a well-respected public citizen! There's nothing we can't do if we work together... eek. stop looking up my skirt!"

The women who were laughing stopped short, as a shiver ran through the crowd in the town hall. Bonnie tried to stand up, and couldn't. A tentacle had coiled around her waist, holding her in position. Susie was getting the same treatment, though Ben wasn't.

"Oh, come on," she said. "Not now..."

The tentacle looped around the Mayor's ankle and flipped her upside-down, replacing her bombastic speech with incoherent sputtering as her dress fell down over her head, revealing her frilly pink bra and panties to the whole room. It shook her a few times until the dress fell off, then tossed her up into the air and caught her again, bent over in her underwear with her hands caught behind her back.

"Not again! It wasn't that funny the first time!"

Bonnie, bound to her chair, felt the squirming mass of tentacles beneath her hook into the waistband of her jeans. There was nothing she could do to stop them from lowering her pants to her knees, them coming back up for her underwear. Beside her, Susie's panties had been pulled down around her ankles and her dress lifted up to her waist.

Ben, watching them both curiously, was completely untouched. "Stop looking," said Bonnie, fiercely, snapping at him, and got only a grin and a shrug in response. She wiggled in her seat, her bare bottom pressing against the wood of the chair, and felt something warm and slimy creep between the slats to brush against her naked skin.

The tendrils pulled Mayor Peggy's panties down around her knees, baring her bottom to the crowd, and vanished into the aether for just a second. When they returned, they were holding a ping-pong paddle.

"Ow!" Peggy kicked in the air, yelping as the paddle made first contact with her naked bottom. "This is why we don't like you! Stop! It's against the law! Come on, girls, get up here and help me get of this thing!"

But they couldn't. Every woman in the room was tied to her chair, her pants down or her skirt up, her panties dislodged, and a stiff throbbing tentacle slowly emerging from below. Thighs were pressed together in frustrated resistance, and gradually forced apart.

"Eeek! Put me down! Stop!"

Bonnie gritted her teeth as the tentacle slid into her pussy, filling her up. You couldn't catch a break. The other day she and Susie had been staying up late, watching a movie together, when tentacles had come out of the walls. They'd stripped the girls out of their pajamas, put kinky lesbian porn on the TV and made the girls watch it, tickling them whenever they looked away. Finally they'd filled a sleeping bag with kraken cum, put the girls in together and taped it shut.

And kraken cum was awful! It was just like regular cum, except even cummier, and you couldn't wash it off for hours. Sometimes it came out of the taps while you were having a shower, and you had to go to school with cum all over your face. Last week Halfdan had decided to have an orgasm inside the bra-cups of every girl in school, and they all had to spend the day with hot, sticky cum on their tits. And then he'd stolen all the clothes and towels from the girls' shower room, when they were having their big group shower at the end of the day, and unlocked the doors so all the boys could come in with cameras.

Peggy was right. It shouldn't be allowed.

Hank, sitting next to her, on the other side from Susie, put an arm around her and have her a kiss in the cheek. They were dating now, of course, but that didn't make it any better to have to sit next to him with her pants down and be fucked.

She gasped as the tentacle thrust deep inside her, and heard the same gasp echo from all across the room. Peggy's plaintive squeals echoed in the air as the paddle smacked her harder, making her sound like a foolish little girl. Bonnie couldn't help but feel like her entire gender was being symbolically humiliated, strung up with their bottoms bare, as she and the rest of the Pinkwhistle women were forced to sit there and watch.

And the worst part was, she thought, as the tentacle began to fuck her in earnest, she was being made to like it.