An affair with tentacles (closed for Obuzeti)

[KimaniNight]

Karen Murphy knew she was being stared at. It was almost a given.

Part of the reason was that, at twenty-five, she was easily the youngest member of the faculty of Albertin Academy. And though Albertin Academy vigorously pursued a diverse hiring practice, its science department was almost entirely composed of white males between the ages of forty to sixty, with the notable exception being Karen with her flawless, light mocha skin.

But the primary reason that Karen was being stared at was for her sheer physical attractiveness.

If there was a "Perfect Storm" that could result from an Irish/Cherokee father and a mother from west Africa, then Karen was that perfect storm. Her face was made of chiseled features smoothed out from her other ancestors, a pert nose and sensuous lips that all together said both "winsome girl next door" and "sultry nights." Her dark, thick, slightly wavy hair extended down far enough to cover an impressive bosom, made even more impressive by her tiny waist. And even at 5'4", her legs seemed to go on forever, on those very rare occasions when she wore anything that even hinted that there was "territory" above her knees. And hours at the gym and running her neighborhood trails insured a pert, firm bottom that was not pronounced but certainly not to be overlooked.

So there were plenty of reasons to stare at Karen Murphy, though she never dressed or acted to encourage those stares. She had even earned the nickname "Frozen Mocha" for the manner in which she had shut down overly aggressive overtures from fellow staff members and parents of students at Albertin Academy.

The normal somber countenance that was usually on her face was gone today, however. Today victory seemed to be in reach, and a broad grin looked to be permanently etched on her face.

The two student team representing Albertin Academy looked poised to win the Fifth Door Escapades.

The Fifth Door Escapades were named after the story of an experiment where a gorilla is locked in a cage with exactly four ways of getting out. The scientists then watched to see which way the gorilla would escape. The gorilla found a fifth way to escape.

The Fifth Door Escapades was simple. Teams designed a craft which could be remotely controlled to navigate an obstacle course. Along the way, samples had to be taken, obstacles overcome and problems solved. The course changed from year to year and its design diligently guarded, so no one ever knew what it would face.

The Fifth Door Escapades were theoretically open to teams from all high schools and four year colleges in the region, but realistically the top competitors came from colleges with prestigious engineering programs and formidable research funding. Albertin Academy always fielded a team, but it was considered more of a "showing the flag" exercise for the private high school, with the participants hoping to get noticed by colleges they were applying to. No one expected any high school to win and most of the staff considered getting involved as being too time intensive. So, as the most junior member of the Science department, Karen found herself "volunteering" as the faculty sponsor for the team. The chances for victory this year, or even a respectable showing, looked to be even more dismal, as only two eighteen year old seniors had volunteered for the team.

Karen still planned to make a go of it.

And she had help. Her student participants and brilliant. Plus, one of her team member's adoptive fathers were both partners at a prestigious law firm, and were more than willing to pour funds into the team, as well as get matching funds from some of their more well heeled and philanthropically inclined clients. And the fact that the fathers in question were gay, and weren't trying to enter a romantic relationship of any sort with Karen, helped establish a more relaxed working atmosphere between teacher, students and parental sponsors. Karen still maintained a proper teacher/student relationship with her team members, but her students found it easier to work with a sponsor who would laugh at the stories of their fathers on a weekend over a glass of wine.

So the team had money, and money they spent. A good deal of the money went to the proof of concept room where the two students would test their tool of choice:

Tentacles.

It was a novel idea based on one of the more intelligent classes animals on the planet, the cephalopods. And it worked for the team. So the room was used to develop, test and store a wide range of tentacles. The most successful were put on the vehicle that would be entered in the Fifth Door Escapades. The vehicle had made it through all the preliminaries, and was ready to go through the main course. It was further than any team from Albertin Academy had ever made it. Everyone was looking at her two guys and she couldn't be prouder. One of the tentacles, which was capped with a suction cup and a tongue, had been the only entry to successfully retrieve and chemically analyze a liquid on one of the preliminary courses. That had certainly blown away a lot of the smugness that the college teams had exhibited, Karen thought. And now her boys could take it all.

Karen strode across the auditorium floor, wearing sneakers, "Mom jeans" and an over-sized sweater bearing the logo of Albertin Academy on front, her hair in a loose ponytail behind her. The outfit muted, but did not totally hide, the curves underneath her clothes, and more than a few eyes followed her. Karen didn't care, though. She knew her guys were going to win it all, and that was the important thing. With that in mind, she walked up to talk to her students before the final course was run.

 

[Obuzeti]

Quietly assessing the instruments panel, one of the boys nodded at her as she approaches. "Miss Murphy," David Carrow greeted placidly, "final checks are go and everything is working as intended. I think we have it in the bag."

Carrow (as he usually introduced himself - only a few people were daring enough to call him David instead, including Karen and his partner) was a tall and thin teenager, the sort of litheness only intensity could burn to. Long, deft fingers flickered over the panel as he set the PoC room to idle and turned fully towards his sponsor. Running one hand through business-short chestnut hair, he assesses the competition, the dozen other contestants and inventions running against them - and dismissed them, eyes flicking back to Karen.

Carrow's fathers had been the main support for their project, but a life taught by two law partners had reflected itself on the boy - he was terse and exacting, logical and abrupt. Completely lacking in social graces, he made up for it with a total focus that made him a scientific prodigy. Thankfully, liquor had eased some of his barriers down, and between the three of them had displayed a rare sort of incredibly dry humor, characteristically British in application.

"Don't go hopping on the victory train just yet!" a gleeful voice called from within the chamber, as the reinforced door slid open, allowing a trundling, low-slung form through, followed by Luke Cabot himself, the boisterous half of their team. Stocky and broad-shouldered, his grin lit the room almost half as well as his cheeks as he grinned at Karen. "I mean, we aren't carrying the trophy yet, are we? Got to win the damn thing first."

David rolls his eyes. Luke's puppy-love crush on Karen had been going since the first day he had laid eyes on her. He'd been heady and annoyingly cheerful ever since she had been revealed as their team mentor - though, thanks be, he seemed to vacilitate between haphazard flirting and hero worship too much to be good at either. Through either, though, his sheer pluck and good nature made him difficult to dislike.

Clapping a hand on David's shoulder as he passed, Luke about-faced and lined up shoulder to shoulder with Karen, beaming down at their vehicle, the Gimbler. Borne up on a dozen psuedopods, with three manipulator arms set at the front, it was their prize and their upcoming victory. David had invented the soft gel-structure the psuedopods were constructed of, and Luke, an ROTC member training for engineering, had hand-crafted the motivators that powered each limb. It was a powerful partnership.

Even with Karen's short frame, Luke only had a few inches on her, shorter than most other Americans, though his beefy forearms and thick chest left him with presence enough anyways. David, by comparison, towered over everyone else at six foot four (or one-hundred ninety four centimeters, as he would insist), resplendent in dark suit and tie - the only one present so dressed. Notably, he didn't look out of place or uncomfortable despite this.

"Our entry came with four seperate patents, dear associate." David said, somewhat dryly. "My father has already been contacted by Boeing to inquire as to the use of our gel as a shock absorbant or reentry aid. The Gimbler can walk, run, pick up objects, make toast, feed small animals, and play jacks with a reasonable amount of skill. The rest are lucky to meander up a mild incline. We have won."

Luke raised his hands in mock surrender, raising his eyebrows. "Alright, if you want to make a speech about it, I'll just go ahead and break out the oysters and wine. Karen, you got any plaques to award us? There's always plaques."

 

[KimaniNight]

"Miss Murphy when Mr. Trenton is around," Karen gently reproved Luke, the smile on her face softening the rebuke as her eyes darted to the Academy's Head. Mr. Trenton had the wizened look of someone who had been born old and remained so for the last two centuries. An uncharacteristic smile was on the Head's face as he meandered about among the crowd of academic sponsors and other grandees in attendance for the final round. The Head had probably never been in attendance to the final round, since an Albertin entrant had never made it this far. The sour look that Mr. Trenton would occasionally shoot Karen seemed to indicate that he personally blamed her for having to interrupt whatever he had planned today. It did not, however, stop Mr. Trenton from accepting congratulations for the success of the Academy's team.

"And Luke, if you two win, I promise you'll get your plaque, even if I have to pay for it from my exceedingly exorbitant salary," she said with a laugh. A laugh that was apparently a little too loud, as Mr. Trenton shot her a disproving look before returning to his conversation with the representative of one of the event's corporate sponsors. Karen gave Mr. Trenton an appropriate look of penance before returning her attention to Luke and Carrow.

"You two are up," Karen advised as she nodded toward one of the event officials signaling to the team. "Win this, and we have a bottle of champagne back at the school to celebrate, with the best red solo cups money can buy. And..." she said with a grin to Luke, "I'll be online making sure those plaques will be ready in three to five business days."

 

[Obuzeti]

David merely nodded and strode off, hands linked behind his back. Luke smiled down at Miss Murphy, very nearly basking in the affection; boyish adoration glimmering in his eyes clearly. "I'll hold you to that, teach." he said teasingly, and hurried off to follow his partner, brushing lightly past her.

" - the name come from?" he caught, as he finally rejoined David at the contestant's platform, his more distingushed counterpart presenting their project with suave professionalism behind the table that bore the terminals they'd use to control the Gimbler.

"Lewis Carrol's Jabberwocky." David replied, inclining his head towards Mr. Trenton. He and the old man got along fantastically, their dour personalities matching to a fault. "We realized immediately that our design would resemble no one else's, and such a reference seemed fit. Also, 'Gyrer' didn't roll off the tongue quite as well."

Mr. Trenton huffed in amusement, turning to regard the course behind him. A steep hill, a narrow bridge with a ninety-degree turn halfway through, and then a small plateau with the Trial Load - a small red cube. "True. Prove it fit to such a homage, yes? Students, your goal is to pilot your vehicle through the course without rendering it immobile, retrieve the Trial Load, and bring it back to the starting point. You have three minutes; you may begin when ready."

David and Luke took up their remotes simultaneously and began to type. Any limb moving in three dimensions required more guidance than even a joystick could provide - so they had programmed a basic movement set, which they now selected. The Gimbler straightened higher off the ground, moving from six inches high to two feet easily as its psuedopods uncoiled beneath it, and then rolled out easily atop those unspooling, rubbery lengths. The creation process invariably left them with a soft black sheen, making it look rather like an oil spill in motion.

There was a hush as the Gimbler oozed with perfect ease through the course, completely unhindered by any obstacle or terrain, even drawing an excited burr of conversation through the watchers when it reached the Trial Load and, rather than raise itself, extended a flexible tentacle up and around itself over six feet, snag it in a coil, and retreat deftly. Binding the Load between all three manipulators, it returned to the student pair, raising itself fully upright there to hand the objective over to a bemused Mr. Trenton.

He considered the cube for a moment, then glanced back at David and Luke, and finally at the judges. "I say I'm rather convinced at this point." he allowed with a faint smile, inclined his head companionably to David, as their scores came in.

A ten, a ten, and a ten. A perfect score.

Luke whooped, hopping in place and punching the air excitedly, glancing back at Karen and beaming at her as David allowed himself a brief, smug smile, clapping once as he laughed, a long, low sound of pure satisfaction.

 

[KimaniNight]

The Gimbler had clearly won. Everything that happened after its triumph was an anticlimax.

At least half the teams participating in the final round were unable to complete it. Of the teams that did finish, none finished as quickly, as smoothly, or with the same amount of eclat that the Gimbler and its team had.

It took all of Karen's self-control not to laugh out loud at the way Mr. Trenton, the Academy's head, inserted himself into the team when the event luminaries began lining up to congratulate the Gimbler team. Mr. Trenton even went so far as to instruct Karen to begin the "packing up" as he nimbly shook a proffered hand from a prominent engineering professor from one of the participating universities. With a surreptitious wink at Luke and Carrow, she left to do just that.

Karen took care of the preliminary and extraneous "packing up," leaving the more delicate word for Carrow and Luke. She made it back to the main room just in time for the awards ceremony. As they called up Albertin Academy, Karen's heart swelled with pride as she stood at the back of the room, watching Mr. Trenton lead her team up to the stage. Mr. Trenton took possession of the trophy that rotated to each winning institution, while she chuckled when Luke and Carrow each were handed a plaque.

"My boys," she murmured proudly. "My boys."

 

[Obuzeti]

The 'packing up' quip earned a wide, pointy smile from Luke, eyes squeezing into laughing slits. He didn't get angry, just competitive about who could be the bigger asshole - and ROTC taught a lot in that regard. Carrow unceremoniously poked his partner in the ear, which drew out a yelp, but did calm him down a bit.

There was a muchness of waving and smiling and polite talkings, and then, gradually, a vacant silence as the donors and contestants and well-wishers moved on. Luke's eyes flicked continuously to Karen until he finally found an excuse to break away, and then he bounded over to her, laughing as Carrow followed behind at a more sedate pace.

"Call us third-stringers, will they?" Luke called, his smile wide and engaging, his limitless energy moving him from heel to heel as he restlessly bounced on the balls of his feet. "Called it! I knew we were going to blow every single one of these yahoos away!"

He makes an abortive motion as if to hug Karen, changes his mind halfway, and sort of awkwardly slams into the wall beside her, propping himself up on an elbow. It's not at all coordinated.

"You know lots of things, Luke; I just wish you would remember them on a regular basis," said David, as he settled himself on the other side. He was smiling, though, eyes closed as he leaned against the wall and enjoyed the evening sunlight as it fell through the tall windows across from them.

 

[KimaniNight]

"Well, the only down side to the entire affair," Karen chuckled, "Is that after this year, I doubt that they'll let a third-stringer teacher act as faculty sponsor for the team. Mr. Trenton has already been making noises of "appreciating my effort" but it being time for "a more facilitated approach" to future participation in the event. Which means a faculty sponsor who at least has tenure." Giving Luke and Carrow a conspiratorial grin, she added, "I think Mr. Trenton is going to be doomed to disappointment, and I get to leave on a high note. You guys are rock stars and nobody's repeating your act. Now, c'mon," she giggled, pushing herself off the wall and heading toward the Gimbler, "It's time for us to head home. And there's a reasonably priced bottle of American white sparkling wine waiting for us!"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Mister Trenton is an asinine and particularly useless brand of leech that has found itself in a position of some duration, and is unremarkable otherwise." David remarked, in exactly the same tone as one would use to describe the weather.

Luke choked halfway on an incredulous laugh and glanced over at his partner as he kicked off the wall and followed Karen, the Gimbler following alongside at a tap of his remote. "Tell me how you really feel, why don't you? I know he's awful, but that's the most hate I've ever heard from you."

"You did not have to spend ten minutes in self-aggradizing conversation with him." David replied, somewhat tart. "You had Miss Murphy to distract you."

Luke coughed and nods, cheeks flushing. "True. I did get the better of that exchange. Alright, then, Karen, let's all get horribly drunk and embarass ourselves so that Captain Trenton has to commit ritual suicide out of shame. That's obviously the best result possible."

He offered a sparkling grin to the beautiful woman, lightly bumping his shoulder against hers - another boyish trait of his. He stole contact whenever he could, but never anything sexual: hugs, his hands brushing hers, helping her stand up whenever possible.

 

[KimaniNight]

'You boys are to show Mr. Trenton the respect he's..." Karen paused, then amended, "The respect his position is due. At least until you've graduated." She stopped, turned and gave both Luke and Carrow a very serious look. "It's a fact of life that small men are more protective of their pride than anyone else. And more spiteful if that pride is injured. I seriously doubt that he's in a position to do any real damage to your futures, but I'd be happy if you didn't push your luck." Karen gave the boys her best ingratiating smile. "And as your loyal roadie for the last year, I think I'm due that little favor."

"Anyway, let's go enjoy that one bottle of moderately priced American sparkling white," Karen laughed, "And then you guys can start enjoying life without your teacher looking over your shoulder twenty-four seven."

 

[Obuzeti]

David nodded without looking worried. "My fathers have worked with men of his ilk all my life. I feel no need to inform him of my opinion."

"Killing my buzz here, Karen," David grumbled, one playful eye aligning with hers. "Parting sucks. Can I hire you to just do that perpetually? I can probably pay you with plaques - I just came into possession of one, I think."

They returned to the back storage room that had been converted into the PoC chamber - previously a disused studio room, with one wall lined with a window into a side chamber where they had installed the controls. Leading the way into the command room, David seated himself in a rolling chair, popped the bottle of wine, served a shot for everyone, and then commenced spinning in his chair, face grave and severe.

"This is as close as he gets to having fun." Luke whispered to Karen conspiratorially, smiling uncontrollably. He raised his shot in a toast to her. "Cheers, teach. It's thanks to you, I think."

"Cheers," David added without facing the other two, but the chuckle gave him away.

 

[KimaniNight]

"Cheers," Karen answered, lifting her cup in return to the toast offered as she took a seat. After taking a sip of her wine, she added, "So, since I will no longer be living vicariously through your academic achievements," she said in an amused tone, "what's next on your lists of conquests?"

 

[Obuzeti]

The word choice draws a chuckle out of David, but he remains silent, choosing to eyeball Luke as he flushes. The taller teenager's alcohol tolerance is impressive, having long since become accustomed to a glass of wine with dinner, but Luke's is not so built up.

"I suppose I can't just drop what we did here," Luke said slowly. "Look, from what David told me, we stand to make a lot of money off of this. His fathers are handling the business side of it - literally being their jobs, I suppose - but already I've heard some impressive bids."

"Six digits so far." David agrees, sipping at his white. "We'd be fools to take that though. Licensing fees are much more profitable in the long term."

Luke waves a hand helplessly at his partner. "Hear that? Six digits. Six digits. I don't know if my parents have ever had that much money together ever. I'm still sort of taking that in, I guess."

His charisma is a little deflated, overawed by the looming realities this project has unlocked for them.

 

[KimaniNight]

"Well, I can't think of two more deserving young men anywhere," Karen announced, finishing up her glass. She added with a chuckle, "But even with your new found fortune, I still expect to get an invitation to your graduation ceremonies a few years from now."

Karen stood up and stretched, oblivious to any hidden signals passed between her two charges. Instead, she took a moment to once again gaze in wonder at the Proof of Concept room, still amazed at all her two students had accomplished in a year.

Smiling in satisfaction, she asked, "So am I dropping you two off at the same home this evening, or each of you at your respective houses?"

 

[Obuzeti]

Luke clears his throat, glancing over at David, who raises his glass in silent acknowledgement. "Actually," he says, glancing over at Karen - downs his shot in one gulp, then continues deterrminedly, " - I was wondering if you wanted to check out the PoC room before we shut it down. I know it's always been your favorite part of the whole shebang."

"We'll be dismantling it come next week for a new display elsewhere." David notes, drawing a grateful nod from Luke, who licks now-dry lips and stares determinedly at the vicinity of Karen's neck. "Last chance to dance, as it were."

In comparison to his partner, Carrow is clear-eyed and looking off to the side in mild disinterest as his fingers ripple restlessly over the desk in front of him.

 

[KimaniNight]

"That and the Gimbler," Karen agreed. "But it was because it was fascinating and rewarding to watch you two make your imagination come alive. Hang on a second." Karen took two plastic cups to the nearby sink and filled them both with water. "Everyone else has had a chance to toast your victory," she said whimsically, "I think it only right that the PoC room has a chance to as well. Just water, though," Karen added with a laugh. "There's no question that those arms are definitely under age." With that, Karen went into the room and laughingly held up the two cups, one in either hand, for the arms of the room to take.

 

[Obuzeti]

Luke exhales shakily and presses a button as Karen reaches up towards the roof of the PoC chamber, and it hums faintly to life. Two long, delicate strands of latex-black stretch down and wrap about the glasses in her hands - then slide past, gently spooling about her wrists and forearms. The substance is cool and smooth but holds body heat comfortably, warming to her skin temperature in only a second.

"Don't hesitate." David murmurs, and Luke nods shakily; then again, firmer, as a second pair of tentacles descend and take the glasses, setting them aside even though the first retain their grip.

Luke keys the microphone, pauses, and then says, "Just hang on, Karen. We've got something to give you too."

 

[KimaniNight]

Karen arched an eyebrow in curiosity but otherwise her reaction to having both her wrists secured in such a fashion bordered on boredom. The boys had tried out different scenarios with the tentacles, trying to predict what they might face on an obstacle course, including having to take an object from a judge's hand. One of the planned responses was to gently but firmly immobilize the judge's hand before taking the proffered object.

Karen had had tentacles take everything from a mason jar to a small beach ball from her hand, so she was more than a little amused to have both her hands immobilized above her head in order for the PoC room to take the drinks she was offering up. It wasn't an uncomfortable position, mind you. The latex had pushed back her sweater to her elbows, and felt warm and comfortable against her skin. But Karen considered herself too much a 'veteran' of the PoC room to need her hands immobilized in order to take the drinks away from her.

Luke and Carrow must have some elaborate toast in mind, she mentally chuckled to herself, and aren't taking any chances.

It was only when the drinks were set down and her arms were still immobilized that Karen decided that the boys were so focused on whatever they were going to demonstrate that they had overlooked the fact that she was still being held.

"Luke, Carrow, you can let me go now," she laughed. "I promise just to watch and not tousle anything."

 

[Obuzeti]

Luke shakes his head, even though the window into the PoC room is opaque from the inside, rendering her unable to see the expression. His palms are sweating and his skin clammy, but his eyes are growing steadier as he settles behind his choice. "That's not what this is about," he replies, voice soft. "I mean, let's be honest here, Karen. I'm a jarhead, and I haven't got any subtlety to speak of anyways."

The Gimbler, already set up in its recharging station vertically like a bookshelf, hums back into life. It unfolds like a silent deck of cards or an anemone, its fibrous tentacles having self-cleaned to a shining black during the charge cycle. The two strands holding Karen's hands pull her back with steady pressure until she has to back into the opened belly of the Gimbler, where dozens more tentacles gently clamp about her arms and legs, immobilizing her almost entirely. In comparison to the smoothness of the test chamber phalanges, the Gimbler's are pleasantly fuzzy for traction, the motors within each strand gently rumbling in steady vibration. They encase her legs to mid-thigh, and when her amorphous handcuffs draw them up, her arms almost completely, leaving her hands free but bound above her head in a soft coccoon.

"I'm not ready to give you up, that's all." Luke says, soft, and one tentacle brushes gently along her face, like a caress of whisper-soft silk.

 

[KimaniNight]

Karen was taking deep, ragged breaths, barely fighting down the rising panic building up within her as she found herself encapsulated by tentacles not only from the room itself, but also from the recently energized Gimbler.

Karen flexed her fingers, trying to assure herself that this was just some elaborate prank her boys were pulling on her as she tried to rationalize Luke ramblings.

And then one of the fuzzy tentacles gently caressed her cheek as she heard Luke softly say over the speaker that he wasn't ready to give her up yet.

Jerking her head away from the tentacle, she shouted out in as steady a voice as she could muster, "Okay, guys, whatever this is, you need to stop this and let me go now. Luke, David, do you hear me?"

 

[Obuzeti]

The psuedopod drops from Karen's face to coil about her midsection, the furred tip gently sneaking beneath the bottom of her sweater and rubbing across the bare skin of her flat belly, dipping into her navel to nuzzle there, curious and ticklish. The line of dark brown skin this exposes over her jeans makes Luke's mouth go dry and his resolve firm up. "It's not a joke," he replies, "Look - I've been chasing you for two years at this point, ever since the first time you cracked a dirty joke back at me and then walked away - and god, I've been watching you walk away the whole time, you don't even know."

The tip of the tentacle drifts low, over the top of her jeans, to cup and squeeze the globe of her ass, lifting her slightly onto her toes. "Karen," Luke says, devastatingly honest, "You have like, world-class ass. The whole classroom goes silent when you turn around or open a drawer or reach up or walk away. Even David, and he's fourth-fifths gay."

"I am most certainly not now." David murmurs.

 

[KimaniNight]

A cold shiver ran down Karen's spine at the sound of Luke's words, and at the touch of the fuzzy tip of one of the tentacles against her skin. Karen felt herself frozen, unable to move or react to Luke's words or the tentacles acting at his behest.

When the tentacle tip slid from her exposed midriff to her backside, a little thrill of...something...mixed itself in with the fear she was feeling. She would have probably stayed immobile, like a rabbit staring into a predator's eyes, but something in Luke's words (and David's agreement) spurred her into action. Karen began thrashing about, trying futilely to break the hold of the tentacles on her body.

"Luke! David! Stop this now! Stop this before it gets out of hand!"

 

[Obuzeti]

"Too late for that," Luke says, something between laughter and regret in his voice.

The tentacle slides down between Karen's thighs and rides up between them, drawing her up onto her toes again as the tip slithers back up her body, under her sweater, and coils just below her breasts, ringing her chest in a warm, furry grip. There is a faint snap, and when the psuedopod retreats from beneath her clothes, it takes her bra with it, leaving it on the floor in front of her. Each movement grinds the soft ridge of the length in between her thighs, plush above and steel beneath.

Luke takes a shaky breath and exhales, his eyes on the article of clothing. "Damn," he swears, fervent.

 

[KimaniNight]

Karen grits her teeth, trying to show no reaction as the tentacle forces her to her toes. It seems as if she can feel each 'rib' of the tentacle dragging purposefully between her legs. but her face is set in a grimace. She does gasp, however, as she feels the soft velvety length of the tentacle move under her shirt and, for lack of a better word, 'frame' her breasts. She feels first one, then two, and finally three snips, before the tentacle begins retreating, taking her bra with it.

It becomes apparent that Karen's bra was more for restraint than support, as her breasts remain in approximately the same position, once the tentacle withdraws from underneath her sweater. A faint indentation of her nipples can be seen through the sweater, pointing straight ahead.

Karen blushes as her white utilitarian bra is set on the floor, the large white cups giving testimony to the size of the treasures still underneath her sweater. Karen's cheeks are a bright red as she bows her head, eyes closed, knowing that David and Luke must be reading the small print on the inside of the back of her bra which, along with giving washing instructions, advises one and all that her bra size is a 34D.

 

[Obuzeti]

"There's no reason to be ashamed," David advises Karen, his voice soothing, as the Gimbler ripples silently behind her, more protrusions beginning to arise from the bed of tentacles. "You are voluptuous. It is a gratifying thing."

A smaller, sphere-tipped psuedopod sneaks up beneath Karen's shirt now, following its kin's path, until it reaches the lower curves of her heavy breasts. There it unspools and gently wraps the thick orb in itself. The tip unfurls into a grasping 'mouth' that nuzzles over her wide, dark areolas and then latch onto her stiffening nipples, holding them within the soft gel. Within, the hum of the gears powering the tentacles is much more noticeable, vibrating the sensitive tip sensually.

"I'm going to take it slow, Karen." Luke says, determined. "You'll enjoy this at least as much as I will, I promise you."

 

[KimaniNight]

"No," Karen managed to moan out, as she felt both her nipples captured by the 'mouths' at the end of the tentacles. She shook her head back and forth, eyes closed, as if that alone could stop the sensations overcoming her body.

Instead, the gentle ministrations and vibrations of the mouths on the peak of her breasts, as well as the soft thin tentacles that were wrapped around her breasts, gently massaging them, were getting her more and more aroused.

And then small damp tongues emerged from the center of the mouths, gently batting her hardened nipples. Karen arched her chest in response, letting out a high pitched grunt as she felt a small orgasm overcome her.