Those unlucky Unknown University students, Marty and Doug, have been abducted and now they face the prospect of permanent enslavement to the perverted appetites of a sinister invader from beyond the infinite! Meanwhile, Unknown University's Chief of Campus Security, the redoubtable Barbara Lorraine, is beginning to suspect that something very peculiar is going on… (Note: This tale is a direct sequel to my previous story, "Foot Fanatics of the Puppet Master")
Stud Puppies of the Body Snatcher
by
T.T. Gore
***
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!” Marty screamed. “AAAARRRRGGGGH!!! GET THE FUCK OFF MEEEEEEEE—!!!”
He writhed and wiggled with desperate energy, but there was no escaping the muscular tentacles that had wrapped themselves around his naked body! With sinuous efficiency they pinned Marty’s arms and legs against his torso, completely immobilizing him. Then they began to drag him, slowly but inexorably, toward the perfectly round hole that had inexplicably materialized in the basement floor.
Pop-eyed with terror, he watched as his nude roommate, similarly trussed, was pulled head-first into the hole. Doug’s final, despairing shriek broke off abruptly. Not that Marty noticed! He too was screaming—screaming at the top of his lungs! But for all the attention that the tentacles paid to his screams, he may as well have been whistling a merry little tune. He was drawn closer…closer…closer to the hole in the floor. There was a momentary pause. Then the tentacles flexed and Marty found himself starting down into an impenetrable darkness.
What was HAPPENING? Two minutes ago he and Doug had been happily engaged in the erotic, foot-focused frolics that had come to obsess them in recent weeks. Then suddenly they found themselves entangled in these horrid THINGS that slithered up out of the inexplicable hole in the floor to coil themselves around the roomies’ naked, squirming bodies!
“SOMEBODY!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP!!! HELP!!! HEEEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!!!” Marty howled. He redoubled the intensity of his struggles. But the tentacles merely tightened their grip—and he was jerked down into the black hole! His screams, like Doug’s a moment earlier, stopped suddenly as if a switch had been flipped.
A moment later the hole simply…disappeared. Nothing remained of the randy roomies except the paraphernalia they’d smuggled into the old house for their illicit little tryst…now aborted due to the intervention of a sinister force from beyond the infinite…
“Well, I think there’s something fishy about it!” Barbara Lorraine opined.
“What can’t you just give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done?” Adrienne DeCarlo shot back.” Since Dean Stanley made you Chief of Campus Security, crime and disorder are way down!”
Barbara merely grunted. The curvaceous cutie paged through the sheaf of crime stats that lay on the desk before her. Adrienne was right, of course. Over the past six months campus incidents of all kinds, from rape and assault to binge drinking, had dwindled to insignificance. And while she liked to think that her own efforts were responsible for this state of affairs, Barbara couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that something odd was going on…
“Look at this,” she said, pushing as page across the desk. “In the past two weeks, my officers haven’t had to respond to one single incident on Fraternity Row.”
“Hmph.” Adrienne scanned the page. “That is unusual, considering the population of horndog jocks concentrated there.” The raven-haired lovely paused. “But what…?”
“I have no earthly idea.” Barbara shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Even so, I believe I’ll do some digging—strictly on my own.”
“Should I brief Dean Stanley?”
“No,” Barbara replied. “Not yet. It’s probably nothing, so let’s just keep this between us for now.”
“Anything you say,” Adrienne agreed.
“Oh, and Adrienne?”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t forget, we have a date tomorrow evening…”
The First Follower whistled an eldritch tune as he made his way across the Unknown University campus. To look at this handsome young man you’d never have suspected that he was anything other than a typical college jock. And indeed the First Follower had been exactly that—until the day that a fraternity brother introduced him to the entity known as the Prime Contact.
Now he was the Prime Contact’s familiar. For a time he’d been compelled to follow the routine of a student, attending classes and so forth, but as the Prime Contact’s span of control widened there was less need to pretend. He glanced knowingly at the other males he passed. With his newly acquired psychic sense, he could discern immediately which of them had been turned, which were merely in thrall, and which still walked free. There were fewer of the free every day…
The First Follower’s lips twitched with pleasure as he contemplated the task ahead. After many weeks of effort the first fruits—he was still human enough to chuckle dryly at this pun—of the nutrition program had been harvested. Two prime specimens awaited his inspection in the subterranean complex around the Prime Contact’s original landing site. Initial reports as to their suitability for the task allotted to them were most encouraging and it only remained to finalize their conditioning.
Preoccupied as he was, the First Follower never noticed when a pair of narrowed eyes turned a speculative gaze upon him, a gaze that followed him along the path until he turned left at the Science and Technology Center.
Campus Security Chief Barbara Lorraine fished a small leather-covered notebook and a ball-point pen out of her shoulder bag. Standing in the shade of an ancient oak tree, she scribbled a brief entry. Then, with another glance at the corner where her quarry had turned, she set off in the opposite direction.
“These two have been processed,” the First Follower reported. He read the Prime Contact’s reply from blinking lights on the console before him.
“Indeed, they should be good producers,” the First Follower agreed. “They’ve been allocated to Sector Seven for the support of your Alpha Surrogate.”
Blink, blink, blink.
“Yes, a seventy-two hour conditioning regime should suffice. They’ve already received preliminary treatment—surreptitiously.”
Blink. Blink, blink.
“Yes, certainly. Given the critical importance of their assignment, I’ll see to their conditioning personally.”
Blink.
“By your command.”
“All right, send down Alpha One.”
The First Follower watched with clinical interest as Alpha One—aka a formerly foot-obsessed U.U. student named Marty—descended into the Feeding Chamber, head first and stark naked. His arms and legs were still pinned to his torso by coiled tentacles. He was laid gently on the floor. The transporting tentacles then released their hold on him and vanished upward.
Marty sprang to his feet. He looked around wildly, obviously in search of the nearest exit. But before he could move a muscle a circle of narrow holes appeared in the floor and a cohort of tentacles shot up around him. The naked prisoner whined and cringed.
“There’s no point in struggling,” the First Follower said. “It would do no good.”
But Marty tried anyway! He attempted to bolt between two of the tentacles. Uh-uh! They reacted instantly, coiling themselves around his wrists and ankles and lifting him off the floor. Instantly the rest of the nasty things joined in, winding themselves around his thighs and torso. Others waved in front of his face, their tips dividing into clusters of slender tentacles. One of these touched the tip of Marty’s nose.
“EEEEEEEEK!!!” he screeched, wiggling his shapely buttocks with an energy born of sheer desperation, striving frantically to jerk his limbs free of the embracing tentacles. It was a useless waste of energy—his struggles were futile and he knew it! But this couldn’t be HAPPENING, Marty insisted to himself! It was just a NIGHTMARE and any moment now he’d wake UP—!
“No, I’m afraid not.” The First Follower smiled and shook his head. “This is reality—your new reality. And you should feel privileged! You and your…friend…have been selected and groomed for a very important task. It will be your honor to provide nourishment to the Alpha Surrogate.”
“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Marty screamed as a slender, delicately tipped tentacle probed his belly button.
“There are certain nutrients contained in the bodily secretions of the human male that are very essential to the Prime Contact and his surrogates,” the First Follower explained in a dry, clinical voice. “We, his followers, can no longer provide adequate supplies of these secretions. There are of course methods by which the human male libido can be boosted, thereby increasing production, but these render the subject rather…incompetent…for other activities. We, the Prime Contact’s followers, have important tasks and cannot devote ourselves full time to the provision of nourishment.”
“GAAAAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Marty bellowed as his arms were jerked up to clear the way for an assault on his hairy pits.
“Therefore the decision has been made to establish a stable of human males dedicated exclusively to the production of the required nourishment.” Once more the First Follower permitted himself a smile. “The job is demanding, the hours are long and the pay is nonexistent. But the multiple orgasms are on the house!”
The First Follower laughed then, and there was an otherworldly note to his hilarity that would have congealed Marty’s blood if he hadn’t been too busy laughing his curvy fucking ASS off to notice it! The tentacles had him spread-eagled now, toes just brushing the stone floor, and his naked body was being ruthlessly tickled! From the soles of his feet to the bridge of his nose, tentacles of all sizes, with all kinds of tips, were stroking, scratching, poking, probing! Marty was laughing like a fucking MANIAC now! Sweat flew from his squirming, struggling body, to be collected by a cohort of tentacles with hollow tips. Pre-cum leaked from his tumid penis, to be lapped up by a tendril with a tiny tongue that tormented the sensitive head of Marty’s joystick as it feasted—!
“YEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Marty’s laughter quickly rose to a high pitch of sissy girlishness as a pair of tiny tentacles with feathery tips darted into his fucking NOSTRILS! Tears flowed from his eyes in response to this hellish violation. And his shrieks redoubled in volume when another pair of tentacles went to work on his fucking EARS—!
The horrid teasing torture went on—and on—and ON—until poor Marty was driven to the fucking EDGE of an uncontrollable FIT of raving HYSTERICS! He was laughing like a fucking LOONY bird—he was about to lose his fucking MIND! But would it MATTER?! Would they even CARE if he had a total mental MELTDOWN?! No! As long as his fucking BODY continued to produce for them, they wouldn’t give a tin fucking SHIT—!
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Marty shrieked. Now they were tickling his BALLS—and his ASSHOLE! One of the horrid tentacles was probing the tender crevice between his BUTT cheeks! It was pressing and pressing and PRESSING on his tightly puckered anal ORIFICE—!
“NO!” Marty yammered as the terrible realization came crashing down on him! “OH GAAAAWD!!! NOT THEREEEEEEE!!! OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!! NOT THAT! EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA!!! STOP! STOP IT! OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!! HEEEEEELLLLLLP—!!!”
He clenched his ass muscles and commenced a fresh, frenetic effort to wiggle free of the constricting tentacles. No good! They immobilized his arms behind his back—they twined themselves around his legs, forcing them apart—they eroded his resistance with a relentless tickling assault on his armpits, his belly button and his balls! Marty could feel himself beginning to lose it—his muscles were loosening—a thrill shot up his asshole—!
“AAAARRRRGGGGH!!!” Marty screeched as the invading appendage made contact with his sweet spot! A potent jolt of erotic excitement sizzled his nerves! The horror of his situation evaporated from the surface of his mind as the swelling sensation in his balls clamored for attention! His cock was being stroked, almost lovingly, by a slender tentacle whose delicately pointed tip lavished special attention on Marty’s pee hole! He was going to give these monsters what they required! He didn’t WANT to do it but he couldn’t fucking HELP himself—!
“GRRRR!!!” Marty grunted. “GRRRR-GRRRR-GRRRR-GRRRRUUUUUUUUPF!!!”
And then he was DOING it! Oh, he was DOING it and he didn’t fucking CARE about anything else in the fucking WORLD except the incredible, the utterly GLORIOUS sensation of release and ecstasy that swept over him like a raging TIDAL wave! Grunting, writhing and sweating, Marty launched his load! Straining every nerve and muscle, he ejaculated a copious helping of his most precious bodily essence into the fleshy tube that sprang up from the clutch of tentacles to embrace his penis. Its persistent sucking action emptied Marty’s balls of everything they had to give! And not a single drop was wasted…
And then…then…then the wonderful moment was over. For some minutes thereafter Marty trembled in his alien bonds, weeping with pathetic humiliation—and servile joy—as the afterglow of his orgasm slowly faded. The sheer intensity of the pleasure he’d experienced had left him stunned! He felt utterly drained, utterly spent. But it was over—it was finally OVER—!
“UUUURRRRK!!!” The tentacles tightened suddenly around his body! They spread-eagled his limbs! The slender one with the delicate tip arrowed toward his still-rigid member—!
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” Marty shrieked as the head of his cock, unbearably sensitive in the aftermath of orgasm, was mercilessly tickled! The hairs on his arms and legs sprang to attention in response! His belly convulsed! His asshole performed rapid spasms! More! They wanted MORE! And Marty knew, with despairing certainly, that eventually, after a hard struggle, he’d GIVE them more! And more! And MORE—!
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Adrienne DeCarlo squealed. She arched her back and wiggled her fetching fanny as her svelte belly was delicately stroked.
Barbara Lorraine smiled at the raven-haired lovely's contortions. The two were cozily ensconced behind the locked door and drawn drapes of a Laughing Pines Motel cabin—one of several reserved for the entourage of Dean Margaret Stanley. Poor Adrienne, stark naked, was strung up by her thumbs from a special fixture in the ceiling. Her big toes were tied together and secured to a ring bolt set in the floor. The reserved cabins had been specially furnished and outfitted for the convenience of the motel’s special guests.
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Barbara chanted as she dug her fingers into Adrienne’s ribs. “Who likes to be TICKLED—?!”
“YAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Adrienne bellowed by way of reply. Her lush breasts jiggled prettily as she squirmed.
Barbara sighed and slipped a hand into her scarlet silk panties—her only article of clothing at the moment. She never tired of tormenting Adrienne! But this evening the curvaceous cutie was finding it a bit difficult to concentrate. She was obscurely disturbed by the odd hush of serenity that had fallen over the normally boisterous campus of Unknown University. It was strange…unsettling…
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Adrienne howled.
Barbara came to a sudden decision. She would take the bull by the horns! As Chief of Campus Security, she had no need to play nice with some smart-ass JOCK who was probably dealing DRUGS or something! She’d haul the bastard in and SWEAT his ass—!
“So are you ready to CUM for me?” Barbara whispered, tweaking Adrienne's erect nipples with casual sadism. “Say please, sweetie! Say PRETTY please—!”
Tomorrow was another day, the curvaceous cutie reminded herself. And meanwhile, the night was young…
Stud Puppies of the Body Snatcher
by
T.T. Gore
***
“EEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!” Marty screamed. “AAAARRRRGGGGH!!! GET THE FUCK OFF MEEEEEEEE—!!!”
He writhed and wiggled with desperate energy, but there was no escaping the muscular tentacles that had wrapped themselves around his naked body! With sinuous efficiency they pinned Marty’s arms and legs against his torso, completely immobilizing him. Then they began to drag him, slowly but inexorably, toward the perfectly round hole that had inexplicably materialized in the basement floor.
Pop-eyed with terror, he watched as his nude roommate, similarly trussed, was pulled head-first into the hole. Doug’s final, despairing shriek broke off abruptly. Not that Marty noticed! He too was screaming—screaming at the top of his lungs! But for all the attention that the tentacles paid to his screams, he may as well have been whistling a merry little tune. He was drawn closer…closer…closer to the hole in the floor. There was a momentary pause. Then the tentacles flexed and Marty found himself starting down into an impenetrable darkness.
What was HAPPENING? Two minutes ago he and Doug had been happily engaged in the erotic, foot-focused frolics that had come to obsess them in recent weeks. Then suddenly they found themselves entangled in these horrid THINGS that slithered up out of the inexplicable hole in the floor to coil themselves around the roomies’ naked, squirming bodies!
“SOMEBODY!!! ANYBODY!!! HELP!!! HELP!!! HEEEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEE!!!” Marty howled. He redoubled the intensity of his struggles. But the tentacles merely tightened their grip—and he was jerked down into the black hole! His screams, like Doug’s a moment earlier, stopped suddenly as if a switch had been flipped.
A moment later the hole simply…disappeared. Nothing remained of the randy roomies except the paraphernalia they’d smuggled into the old house for their illicit little tryst…now aborted due to the intervention of a sinister force from beyond the infinite…
***
“Well, I think there’s something fishy about it!” Barbara Lorraine opined.
“What can’t you just give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done?” Adrienne DeCarlo shot back.” Since Dean Stanley made you Chief of Campus Security, crime and disorder are way down!”
Barbara merely grunted. The curvaceous cutie paged through the sheaf of crime stats that lay on the desk before her. Adrienne was right, of course. Over the past six months campus incidents of all kinds, from rape and assault to binge drinking, had dwindled to insignificance. And while she liked to think that her own efforts were responsible for this state of affairs, Barbara couldn’t shake the nagging suspicion that something odd was going on…
“Look at this,” she said, pushing as page across the desk. “In the past two weeks, my officers haven’t had to respond to one single incident on Fraternity Row.”
“Hmph.” Adrienne scanned the page. “That is unusual, considering the population of horndog jocks concentrated there.” The raven-haired lovely paused. “But what…?”
“I have no earthly idea.” Barbara shrugged. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Even so, I believe I’ll do some digging—strictly on my own.”
“Should I brief Dean Stanley?”
“No,” Barbara replied. “Not yet. It’s probably nothing, so let’s just keep this between us for now.”
“Anything you say,” Adrienne agreed.
“Oh, and Adrienne?”
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t forget, we have a date tomorrow evening…”
***
The First Follower whistled an eldritch tune as he made his way across the Unknown University campus. To look at this handsome young man you’d never have suspected that he was anything other than a typical college jock. And indeed the First Follower had been exactly that—until the day that a fraternity brother introduced him to the entity known as the Prime Contact.
Now he was the Prime Contact’s familiar. For a time he’d been compelled to follow the routine of a student, attending classes and so forth, but as the Prime Contact’s span of control widened there was less need to pretend. He glanced knowingly at the other males he passed. With his newly acquired psychic sense, he could discern immediately which of them had been turned, which were merely in thrall, and which still walked free. There were fewer of the free every day…
The First Follower’s lips twitched with pleasure as he contemplated the task ahead. After many weeks of effort the first fruits—he was still human enough to chuckle dryly at this pun—of the nutrition program had been harvested. Two prime specimens awaited his inspection in the subterranean complex around the Prime Contact’s original landing site. Initial reports as to their suitability for the task allotted to them were most encouraging and it only remained to finalize their conditioning.
Preoccupied as he was, the First Follower never noticed when a pair of narrowed eyes turned a speculative gaze upon him, a gaze that followed him along the path until he turned left at the Science and Technology Center.
Campus Security Chief Barbara Lorraine fished a small leather-covered notebook and a ball-point pen out of her shoulder bag. Standing in the shade of an ancient oak tree, she scribbled a brief entry. Then, with another glance at the corner where her quarry had turned, she set off in the opposite direction.
***
“These two have been processed,” the First Follower reported. He read the Prime Contact’s reply from blinking lights on the console before him.
“Indeed, they should be good producers,” the First Follower agreed. “They’ve been allocated to Sector Seven for the support of your Alpha Surrogate.”
Blink, blink, blink.
“Yes, a seventy-two hour conditioning regime should suffice. They’ve already received preliminary treatment—surreptitiously.”
Blink. Blink, blink.
“Yes, certainly. Given the critical importance of their assignment, I’ll see to their conditioning personally.”
Blink.
“By your command.”
***
“All right, send down Alpha One.”
The First Follower watched with clinical interest as Alpha One—aka a formerly foot-obsessed U.U. student named Marty—descended into the Feeding Chamber, head first and stark naked. His arms and legs were still pinned to his torso by coiled tentacles. He was laid gently on the floor. The transporting tentacles then released their hold on him and vanished upward.
Marty sprang to his feet. He looked around wildly, obviously in search of the nearest exit. But before he could move a muscle a circle of narrow holes appeared in the floor and a cohort of tentacles shot up around him. The naked prisoner whined and cringed.
“There’s no point in struggling,” the First Follower said. “It would do no good.”
But Marty tried anyway! He attempted to bolt between two of the tentacles. Uh-uh! They reacted instantly, coiling themselves around his wrists and ankles and lifting him off the floor. Instantly the rest of the nasty things joined in, winding themselves around his thighs and torso. Others waved in front of his face, their tips dividing into clusters of slender tentacles. One of these touched the tip of Marty’s nose.
“EEEEEEEEK!!!” he screeched, wiggling his shapely buttocks with an energy born of sheer desperation, striving frantically to jerk his limbs free of the embracing tentacles. It was a useless waste of energy—his struggles were futile and he knew it! But this couldn’t be HAPPENING, Marty insisted to himself! It was just a NIGHTMARE and any moment now he’d wake UP—!
“No, I’m afraid not.” The First Follower smiled and shook his head. “This is reality—your new reality. And you should feel privileged! You and your…friend…have been selected and groomed for a very important task. It will be your honor to provide nourishment to the Alpha Surrogate.”
“HIIIIEEEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Marty screamed as a slender, delicately tipped tentacle probed his belly button.
“There are certain nutrients contained in the bodily secretions of the human male that are very essential to the Prime Contact and his surrogates,” the First Follower explained in a dry, clinical voice. “We, his followers, can no longer provide adequate supplies of these secretions. There are of course methods by which the human male libido can be boosted, thereby increasing production, but these render the subject rather…incompetent…for other activities. We, the Prime Contact’s followers, have important tasks and cannot devote ourselves full time to the provision of nourishment.”
“GAAAAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Marty bellowed as his arms were jerked up to clear the way for an assault on his hairy pits.
“Therefore the decision has been made to establish a stable of human males dedicated exclusively to the production of the required nourishment.” Once more the First Follower permitted himself a smile. “The job is demanding, the hours are long and the pay is nonexistent. But the multiple orgasms are on the house!”
The First Follower laughed then, and there was an otherworldly note to his hilarity that would have congealed Marty’s blood if he hadn’t been too busy laughing his curvy fucking ASS off to notice it! The tentacles had him spread-eagled now, toes just brushing the stone floor, and his naked body was being ruthlessly tickled! From the soles of his feet to the bridge of his nose, tentacles of all sizes, with all kinds of tips, were stroking, scratching, poking, probing! Marty was laughing like a fucking MANIAC now! Sweat flew from his squirming, struggling body, to be collected by a cohort of tentacles with hollow tips. Pre-cum leaked from his tumid penis, to be lapped up by a tendril with a tiny tongue that tormented the sensitive head of Marty’s joystick as it feasted—!
“YEEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Marty’s laughter quickly rose to a high pitch of sissy girlishness as a pair of tiny tentacles with feathery tips darted into his fucking NOSTRILS! Tears flowed from his eyes in response to this hellish violation. And his shrieks redoubled in volume when another pair of tentacles went to work on his fucking EARS—!
The horrid teasing torture went on—and on—and ON—until poor Marty was driven to the fucking EDGE of an uncontrollable FIT of raving HYSTERICS! He was laughing like a fucking LOONY bird—he was about to lose his fucking MIND! But would it MATTER?! Would they even CARE if he had a total mental MELTDOWN?! No! As long as his fucking BODY continued to produce for them, they wouldn’t give a tin fucking SHIT—!
“BWAAAAAA-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-AAAA-HAA-HAA-AAAAH-HAA-HAA-HAA-HAA!!!” Marty shrieked. Now they were tickling his BALLS—and his ASSHOLE! One of the horrid tentacles was probing the tender crevice between his BUTT cheeks! It was pressing and pressing and PRESSING on his tightly puckered anal ORIFICE—!
“NO!” Marty yammered as the terrible realization came crashing down on him! “OH GAAAAWD!!! NOT THEREEEEEEE!!! OH-NO-HO-OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-HO-HO!!! NOT THAT! EEEEEEYAAAAAA-HAA-HAA!!! STOP! STOP IT! OH GAAAAW-HAW-HAW-HAW-HAAAAWD!!! HEEEEEELLLLLLP—!!!”
He clenched his ass muscles and commenced a fresh, frenetic effort to wiggle free of the constricting tentacles. No good! They immobilized his arms behind his back—they twined themselves around his legs, forcing them apart—they eroded his resistance with a relentless tickling assault on his armpits, his belly button and his balls! Marty could feel himself beginning to lose it—his muscles were loosening—a thrill shot up his asshole—!
“AAAARRRRGGGGH!!!” Marty screeched as the invading appendage made contact with his sweet spot! A potent jolt of erotic excitement sizzled his nerves! The horror of his situation evaporated from the surface of his mind as the swelling sensation in his balls clamored for attention! His cock was being stroked, almost lovingly, by a slender tentacle whose delicately pointed tip lavished special attention on Marty’s pee hole! He was going to give these monsters what they required! He didn’t WANT to do it but he couldn’t fucking HELP himself—!
“GRRRR!!!” Marty grunted. “GRRRR-GRRRR-GRRRR-GRRRRUUUUUUUUPF!!!”
And then he was DOING it! Oh, he was DOING it and he didn’t fucking CARE about anything else in the fucking WORLD except the incredible, the utterly GLORIOUS sensation of release and ecstasy that swept over him like a raging TIDAL wave! Grunting, writhing and sweating, Marty launched his load! Straining every nerve and muscle, he ejaculated a copious helping of his most precious bodily essence into the fleshy tube that sprang up from the clutch of tentacles to embrace his penis. Its persistent sucking action emptied Marty’s balls of everything they had to give! And not a single drop was wasted…
And then…then…then the wonderful moment was over. For some minutes thereafter Marty trembled in his alien bonds, weeping with pathetic humiliation—and servile joy—as the afterglow of his orgasm slowly faded. The sheer intensity of the pleasure he’d experienced had left him stunned! He felt utterly drained, utterly spent. But it was over—it was finally OVER—!
“UUUURRRRK!!!” The tentacles tightened suddenly around his body! They spread-eagled his limbs! The slender one with the delicate tip arrowed toward his still-rigid member—!
“HIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!” Marty shrieked as the head of his cock, unbearably sensitive in the aftermath of orgasm, was mercilessly tickled! The hairs on his arms and legs sprang to attention in response! His belly convulsed! His asshole performed rapid spasms! More! They wanted MORE! And Marty knew, with despairing certainly, that eventually, after a hard struggle, he’d GIVE them more! And more! And MORE—!
***
“EEEEEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HIIIIEEEE-HEE-HEE!!!” Adrienne DeCarlo squealed. She arched her back and wiggled her fetching fanny as her svelte belly was delicately stroked.
Barbara Lorraine smiled at the raven-haired lovely's contortions. The two were cozily ensconced behind the locked door and drawn drapes of a Laughing Pines Motel cabin—one of several reserved for the entourage of Dean Margaret Stanley. Poor Adrienne, stark naked, was strung up by her thumbs from a special fixture in the ceiling. Her big toes were tied together and secured to a ring bolt set in the floor. The reserved cabins had been specially furnished and outfitted for the convenience of the motel’s special guests.
“Tickle, tickle, TICKLE!” Barbara chanted as she dug her fingers into Adrienne’s ribs. “Who likes to be TICKLED—?!”
“YAAAAR-HAR-HAR-AAAAR-HAR-HAR!!!” Adrienne bellowed by way of reply. Her lush breasts jiggled prettily as she squirmed.
Barbara sighed and slipped a hand into her scarlet silk panties—her only article of clothing at the moment. She never tired of tormenting Adrienne! But this evening the curvaceous cutie was finding it a bit difficult to concentrate. She was obscurely disturbed by the odd hush of serenity that had fallen over the normally boisterous campus of Unknown University. It was strange…unsettling…
“OH-HO-HO-OH-NO-OH-HO-HO-OH-HO-HO-HO!!!” Adrienne howled.
Barbara came to a sudden decision. She would take the bull by the horns! As Chief of Campus Security, she had no need to play nice with some smart-ass JOCK who was probably dealing DRUGS or something! She’d haul the bastard in and SWEAT his ass—!
“So are you ready to CUM for me?” Barbara whispered, tweaking Adrienne's erect nipples with casual sadism. “Say please, sweetie! Say PRETTY please—!”
Tomorrow was another day, the curvaceous cutie reminded herself. And meanwhile, the night was young…
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