Seize Them With Her Tentacles

Out of the corner of her eye, Lois caught the flash of movement. It was her only warning.

Thin, whip-like tentacles flashed out of the darkness, slim cords that swiftly wrapped around the ankles of the reporter and her goth companion—and as Lois kicked and struggled she felt more tentacles slip around her upper arms, wrapping and gripping tight.

The reporter had been bound more than once in her life; an occupational hazard when dealing with criminals, terrorists, supervillains, and mad scientists...but the weird feel of these tentacles disturbed her. They were warm...as warm as a human body...and soft as the underside of a penis, yet definitely muscular, prehensile...it was less like being wrapped up by an organic rope than of being engulfed by an elephant's trunk.

Lois struggled, flexing her biceps, twisting her body, but it was like a child struggling against a parent; slowly but surely the tentacles about her arms pulled taut, until Lois' arms and legs were spread out, until she was spread-eagled, standing up. Her feet were, thankfully, still on the floor, so all of her body weight was not resting on her arms, but that was a situation that could swiftly change.

The reporter looked over at Rat, and the goth was the same way. His eyes were wide with fear as he looked around, **** for escape... The reporter, however, only had eyes on her captor: the strange demonic being on the throne, still pumping out semen in an endless stream, smiled at them in orgasmic bliss.

"You know my name." Lois' voice was defiant, unwilling to give up. "But I didn't catch yours."

"I am Blaze." The demon leaned back, one clawed hand idly stroking her shaft. "And you are trespassing on my domain. By rights, that makes you mine..."

Lois felt the tentacles slithering up her legs...slipping under the hem of her pantleg, and traveling slowly up her calf, hampered by the tightness of her pants.

"You kidnapped these people. Why?"

Blaze looked up at the reporter, eyes glowing. Lois felt uncomfortable with that gaze...as if the demon was staring through her.

"I feed them, silly woman. And then I milk them. Their essence feeds me, and mine feeds them...until they are worn out. It isn't much different to what you humans do with cows. Only much more...pleasurable."

The reporter leaned forward...and felt her arms slip free, just a little from her jacket.__

If I could get the tentacles around my feet to loosen up, I could make a break for it...got to distract her...

"Let Rat go," Lois spoke loud and clear, ignoring the tentacles slithering up her pants. "He has no part in this, you said it was me you were waiting for."

"You are in no position to give orders, Lois Lane!" The demon snarled, then turned her attention on the goth. "Is this one special to you? I can smell...things...on him..." Her nostrils flared. "What have you been doing, you sad strange little man? Perhaps you will be of some interest after all..."

As Blaze's attention turned to the goth, the tentacles in her pants froze...and as Lois shuffled her feet, the ones around her ankles were looser as well.

Whatever Blaze is doing here, her control was obviously divided. This could be an opportunity...