A creature beyond our plane.

As Bethany was dragged closer to the cage, her feet dragging on the paved floor of the library, she wracked her brain for solutions. She was obviously not strong enough to fight off the book without leverage but how to get the leverage was the question.

Another tentacle reached out from the book seemingly randomly grasping for something to grab hold of. It flailed for a few moments before wrapping around Beth’s pale leg, she lent back against the grip but had her leg pulled out from under her. She fell to the ground on her arse as the tentacles continued to drag her forward. “No, no, no, no.” She cried as she was dragged further forward, her skirt riding up.

Kicking out with her left leg she tried to close the gate shut on the grasping tentacles. As the gate swung closed on the tentacles but the gate failed to crush the slimy and leathery things. The gate bounced from the cluster of tentacles as Beth’s tentacle wrapped foot jammed heel first into the upright of the entry to the cage. Her leg jarred against the frame as she twisted to the side grabbing the other side of the doorways frame.

Her knuckles were white against the frame as her shirt and bra strained against the pull of the tentacle. Beth squeezed her eyes closed as she struggled to hold herself across the doorway to the sound of her top and bra creaking. Moments later Bethany had a reprieve from the constant drag of the tentacles as the bundle at her chest tore her top and bra in two.

With only the one around her leg and neck still attached the drag was lessoned, she reached out trying to climb her way free of the cage and tentacles, her large breasts were now free of their confines as her tattered shirt and bra hang free about her shoulders.

She cried out as she pulled herself away inch by inch, tears sat in her eyes, then in a moment her fleeting hopes were dashed as her foot slipped. The tentacles which were freed from their burden after Beth’s shirt ripped stole the opportunity and reached out grabbing at her legs.

Another tentacle reached over her body and wrapped around the door she looked towards the book and her stomach turned. A fanged mouth pulsed and throbbed with a green eye sitting between the cluster of grasping teeth.

As the door slammed shut the last of Beth’s hopes closed with it, more tentacles sprang from the book grabbing at her legs, then waist. A few moments later she felt the tentacles reach her breasts. A pair of them wrapped around her two large mounds squeezing tightly like bondage ropes.

Others reached out forming a kind of tentacle web filling the cage.