Ravaged by a reference book

Beth screamed as the tentacles around her body and breasts tightened, she could feel the blood rushing to her breasts as the book continued to drag at her. Her clicked as she was suspended between her grip on the cage and her legs being dragged towards the book.

“Let go!” She screamed kicking her legs as the tentacles crept their way up her calf. Moments later they were inching under her skirt. Her breasts bounced and jiggled as she struggled the torn clothes flapped around her shoulders and back.

The constant strain on her arms was too much for Bethany and as first one then the other of her hands slipped from the cage bars she squeezed her eyes closed. She knew what was coming.

As her shoulder hit the floor she was dragged towards the centre of the small cage, completely surrounded by books and extended tentacles. They grabbed at her arms, pulling her upright to look at the green eye ringed in teeth. She couldn’t help but whimper as she felt the tentacles continue sliding up her legs and under her panties.

She tried to detach herself from the events which were befalling her as she struggled to figure a way out of this mess. As she felt her panties tear she remembered her ancient tomes instructor telling her that many mystic tomes have safe words to close some books when magic went wild.

She pulled at the tentacles around her arms as she wracked her brain for anything she could remember about the safe words. The tentacles, in the meantime, now rubbed between her breasts, stroking them and coating them in the faintly blue slime.

Beth kicked her legs furiously as the tentacles around her legs reached out and ground against the soft red hairs of her pubic mound. Beth was no stranger to sex but to feel the slime covered tentacles pushing against her opening was not something she had ever expected to experience.

She knew it was fruitless but could not help but scream at the tentacles, she spewed **** for several moments before her words were cut off by another of the slimy tentacles. The smooth slimy tentacle started to push more deeply into her mouth, it’s slick surface providing little resistance in her mouth. She gagged at the feeling of the protrusion entering her throat and the sharp bitter tang of the tentacles slime as it coated her tongue.

Her mind reeled around how she was going to escape now that, even if she could think of the safe word, she would be unable to voice it. All the while the tentacle in her mouth sank deeper as the one at her cunt started to part her cunt lips.