Tentacle Capture

As I lay there, momentarily dazed, one of the metallic tentacles wraps itself around my leg. When the pincer-like end grabs me, though, that's when I really feel it! I yelp as grips my calf, and I pull - hard! Hard enough to make the metal groan, but unfortunately, the pincer tears open my bodysuit! I try to pry its pincer open, but I just end up tearing my suit more trying to push my fingers under it.

I blast one of the others, snaking over toward me, and see another striking like a snake. I jump back, pulling my leg free but now missing my costume's left leg below the knee. "Hey! I hope you guys are rich enough to pay for this!" I hiss (probably a bit loudly, but hey, it was annoying!) noticing that the sharp pincers had gotten close enough to put a few gashes in my suit.

Another blast gets me from behind, knocking me forward. I stumble, and trip over the tentacle I'd just escaped from and the security system wasted no time in taking advantage. It was as if I had stumbled into a nest of steel snakes, all writhing on me. At first, I was holding my own, pulling away from their grasp, but soon I realized what was happening. They weren't just trying to grab me, they were trying to strip me!

In less than a minute, my costume was reduced to tatters and, when I had to start defending my modesty, then they switched to full-on grappling! Two of them snatched at my wrists as I tried to hold the tatters to my body and pulled them back, behind me. A set snaked around my calves, pulling my legs together. I try to fly, but they're too strong, keeping me anchored to the ground.

A set wrap around my waist, pinning my arms to my back and forcing the breath from my lungs. I tumble back, landing hard on my butt, and another set of tentacles lashes across my thighs, the pincers somehow closing at the sides of my ass, squeezing it firmly. Two more tentacles shoot up over my shoulders, pulling the last of the costume from my upper body, and criss-cross pushing between my breasts and closing their pincers on my nipples! I gasp and, to my chagrin, let out a loud moan.

With only a wiggling struggle left to me, the tentacles begin to slowly tighten, to rob me even of that. If I didn't know better, I'd swear the pincers on the tentacles were actively trying to be naughty ... and worse ... it was working! If it weren't for the tentacles, holding me in a seated position, wrapped all around me, I'd probably be far more embarrassed, but it was already plenty embarrassing for me, being molested by their automated security!