S-ENF-017 - CONVENIENT CENSORSHIP

Item #: S-ENF-017
Object Designation: Convenient Censorship

The tentacle monster rampaged through the streets of downtown Tokyo, snatching up women left and right. Office ladies, policewomen, even a few schoolgirls, though all of them over 18, of course. One by one, ignoring the girls' squeals, it hoisted them into the air, in front of the fleet of drone-mounted cameras that were recording the whole incident and broadcasting it live on Japanese public television.

"I'm monitoring the situation," said Thelma, into the microphone. She was sitting in the Foundation command center, in front of a bank of live TVs, each one giving her a different angle on the mass of squirming girls and slimy tentacles. "The monster should have a weak spot. Look for a big red pulsing circle."

"I can see it," reported Carol Song, dodging tentacle blows as she backflipped and ninja hopped through the streets. Her katana flashed, bisecting another tentacle. The rest of the Artemis Security Team had already been caught, and she could see them dangling helplessly in the air, groping pseudopods slowly peeling off their sleek combat leotards. "But it looks like it's shielded by some sort of... pixelated haze. I can't get to it."

"I was afraid of this." Thelma watched on the screens as a struggling Japanese policewoman was presented to a swarm of floating cameras. Tentacles held her legs apart, rucked her skirt up around her waist, slowly peeled off her panties as she cursed adorably in Japanese. Luckily for her, the high-end Japanese anti-lewdness software automatically blurred out the sensitive place between her legs. "It's learned how to use censorship to its advantage!"

"So how do we stop it?"

"Wait just a second." Thelma tapped on her keyboard, coding at top speed as dozens more Japanese women were variously stripped, slimed and posed for the cameras. Gigantic TV screens on the sides of every nearby skyscraper automatically broadcast the footage from the drones, but of course it was all censored, the interesting bits of the girls' lovely bodies concealed from view. "There! I have it!"

"Have what?" Carol cursed, one tentacle coming dangerously close to grabbing her by the waist as she sprang between the roofs of two parked cars. She looked down, and realized another tentacle was coiled around her ankle. "Wait just a minute..."

"There!"

Thelma tapped the big red button on the screen. "A depixelator," she said, happily. "Now you'll be able to... oh, dear. Um. Unfortunate side-effect."

There was a chorus of shrieks from the girls as they saw the pixel clouds on the gigantic TV screens unblur, revealing their now quite uncensored naked bodies to the entire nation of Japan, as well as a sizeable international audience watching on the online feeds. Thelma tapped a few more buttons, fruitlessly.

"I'm trying to fix it," she said. "But at least now you'll be able to... oh." There was Carol Song, now stark naked, spread-eagled and helpless, the tentacles beginning to tease, fondle and [REDACTED] her bare and glistening form. Her breasts were stroked, her bottom was groped and her [REDACTED] was... well, it was [REDACTED]. Her mouth, too. Thelma watched helplessly, thinking about how this was all far too lewd to put in her official report.

In fact, all the captured girls were being [REDACTED]. They were [REDACTED] all over with [REDACTED], [REDACTED] [REDACTED]ly, and some of them were even being made to [REDACTED] each other! All on live TV! Thelma was just beginning to think about how she should probably get out of here when the roof of the command center broke open, and a bunch of tentacles squirmed in.

"Oh, no," she said, wriggling pathetically like an easily defeated weak girl as the tentacles hoisted her out into the light, making sure to hold her upside down so that her skirt fell down and all the camera drones could see her orange panties. "Please don't [REDACTED] me in front of everyone! I'm a good girl! I don't want to be [REDACTED]!"

But they did.