Squirm: virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster (The Squirm Files) (3 page)

Think!

“Wait.” She strained her forearm into view and held up a finger. “You said that I needed to make a choice. So therefore I choose to leave.” It would devastate her to have to leave behind a possible ten plus incher but sacrifices were needed.

“
You made your choice when you got on my bike with me.”

A small twang of terror joined the twinge of fear she
’d already cultivated.

She scrambled for another excuse.
“And I have nothing to wear to dinner?”

“
Pfft. Who said you needed clothes.”

“
Me?” she squeaked. Her heartbeat was thumping away like crazy in her chest. Which was a relief – if it’d been anywhere else in her body she’d have really been in trouble. “Karl. Umm. I’m not the main course, am I?”

“
No. Of course not, my gorgeous captive virgin. You are dessert.”

Virginia scrambled for a witty comeback but nothing arrived in her mind apart from a whole bunch of high-pitched screams and one of those solo violin efforts where the same horrible note went on and on.
Eee! Eee! Eee!

The tip of the snakelike thing, which somehow was also Karl, had gone even further southward. When it timidly lifted her dress and sneaked underneath to poke around at the juncture of her thighs, she recognized it. This was the same thing that had come close to violating her before. She jammed her thighs together. Not this time, baby. This dessert was off the menu.

Tentacle!
That word again. She’d remember it now, considering the thing had been partway up her twat.

Without a genuine smart ass reply, she could only kick Karl in the shins as he slung her over his shoulder to drag her off to dinner.

“Mwhahahahahaaa!”

It was so cheesy, but he had to be trying to scare her with the laugh.

“Evil laughter? Really?” She kicked and wriggled again. “That’s not a good look.”

“
What about this?”

With her facing backward, she had a prime view of the back of his jacket, which split and erupted in a flurry, revealing a nest of huge tentacles that swished and curled before her face. She screamed, just a little. One tentacle slid over her back to flip up her dress and whack her bare ass.

“Ow! Quit that! You’re not even Italian, are you?”

He kept leisurely walking and began to climb some stairs.
“I’m a demonic creature from an alternate evil dimension.”

“
You are?” She sucked on her lip then dodged a stray waving tentacle as it pried at her mouth and played with her teeth. “I think that rules out Italian. Though maybe not Canadian.”

The dining table was thick glass and perched on a black glass balcony that overlooked a long dining hall fifty feet below. The far side of the dining hall fell away to a rocky shore and small waves curled in from a dark sea. The rest of the Sea Wolves dined down there, tossing food now and then into the waves that slopped across their floor. Their women sat on their laps or beside them, laughing and being fondled and kissed.

Only Dangerous Bob and Amber had been up here, serving the food.

It all looked fun except when one of the bikers transformed into some walrus-cross-shark creature, with snappy, sharp teeth, and slipped into the sea.

Crap.
She should have left Cyndie to her fate. Friendship was over rated, as were alive friends. Who would take over and be the Schlong Quester if she died?

The surface of the sea churned and blood welled outward, staining the water red.

“Ohmigod,” she squeaked.

Karl sat opposite with his back to the hall but he turned to look. “Daisy likes his food au naturel.”

Virginia shivered, but not simply from fear. Karl had made her dress in a skimpy lace top and skirt outfit that was ninety percent air and one percent cotton. A cobweb would be less revealing and already one perky nipple was being strangled by the lace hole it had poked itself into.

Cold.
Brrr. She shivered again, untangled her nipple, then glowered at Karl.

He eyed her nipple.
“Pretty. Soon I will take you down to my sacrifice room where all potential virgins are trialed.”

The implications in that were mostly bad. Ah well, at least the lobster and caviar had been tasty. Wait. Suspicious, she checked the Sea Wolves. Where had those fish eggs come from? She had a sudden urge to spit.

“Sacrifice room?” With one finger, she made her fork spin in a slow circle on the table. “I don’t suppose you’d consider modernizing? I’ve heard red rooms of pain are way more fun.”

“
Nope. I will give a way out however.” He sat back and smiled, all dead eyed and dark of manner. “If you can leave this table without having an orgasm, I promise I will free you unharmed.”

He was going to rig this, she just knew it.
“Try me, Mister.” She showed her teeth and took her knife and fork in her hands. “What’s the next course? Calamari – battered and fried?”

His smile twitched and he leaned in.
“More like covered in cream. Yours.”

“
Cream?” She frowned. “Is this anything to do with a BOB?”

“
Naïve virgins are such fun. Let me show you.”

The moist crackling, she recognized from that time in the dark at the Furry Wolves garage. His jacket moved oddly and the table bumped, shadows writhing her way. Looking down, she spotted a multitude of his tentacles squirming across to her under the table.

One fondled her thigh and sucked on her knee. She shuddered.

“
Stop that!”

When she jabbed at it with knife and fork, she nearly speared her knee since the tentacle whipped out of the way.
“Damn you!”

A frenzy of tentacles enveloped her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them, curling about her body until she was wrapped tightly into the chair.

“Can’t breathe,” she gasped, pretending.

Looking amused, Karl only narrowed his eyes, examining every inch of her, especially her chest.
“Where oh where do I begin? All that luscious, unravaged female flesh.”

She stifled a whimper.

Dangerous Bob and Amber arrived either side of her chair, bearing more plates with some toffee and cream topped dessert.

“
We won’t be needing that,” Karl murmured, resting his elbows on the table and folding his hands. “Virginia is dessert, though I think she’d forgotten. You’re free to do what you wish, Dangerous Bob.”

“
Fuckitty fuck grr.” The translation arrived.
Thank you, sir.

Dangerous Bob grabbed Amber, stripped her dress from her in one motion and thrust her against the waist-high balcony glass. His hand went to his groin. The
rrr sound was not from pants unzipping, she realized, shocked. A starter motor?  The next noise reminded her of an outboard motor from a boat. Amber wriggled her butt at him then groaned as he slowly penetrated her with a big vibrating florescent green dick.

“
Oh my!” She averted her eyes from their public display and remembered with a jolt that she too was on display.

Tentacles arrived between her legs, some slithering up to her breasts to tease both her nipples and then fasten onto them and suck. The subtle yet strong suction made her toes curl and her pussy swell to life and moisten. Though she wriggled her wrists and legs, everywhere was fastened down. Her eyes stayed wide open as heat surged, seemingly connecting her nipples and pussy in one ecstatic symphony of
throbbiness.

“
Karl,” she pleaded. “No. This isn’t –”

“
Isn’t what? Decent? Polite? No, it’s not. Nothing I do with virgins ever is. I plan to explore every inch of you at leisure, but first I need to do as I said I would, I need to make you come.”

“
Never!” She shut her eyes to rustle up some resistance despite the never-ending
suck
,
suck,
and
suck
on her breasts.

“
Never? You intrigue me. You have such knowledge of men’s cocks and yet I sense a lack of knowledge about your own anatomy. To not know what a BOB is...”

“
What.” She cleared her throat. Ignore that feather-light touch on her thigh, the trickle of moisture from her pussy, and the brush across her clit. “What’s a BOB?”

“
A battery operated boyfriend. A vibrator used by women to bring themselves pleasure. Like this.”

The tiny tentacle tip that had been lurking in the vicinity of her clit fastened itself over the top and began to suck in time with the ones at her breasts. If lust could have a solid presence, it was flowing through her now like a river of hot creaminess, all sticky, and sucky, and
nice
. Like a Devonshire tea and scones but way better. Her mouth parted.
Mmm
.

“
A simple feeling, I’m sure, but females of your species seem to like it.”

She could feel her pussy opening a little more, moisture coming from her, dribbling down her skin, and wetting the chair.

The strangled noise she made was her attempt to say,
no
. Her eyelids fluttered halfway down and she twitched, and she found herself pushing her pelvis up from the chair to get more of that exquisite feeling.

“
But that is nothing. This is what a vibe does.”

The sucker over her clit sprang into action and down there her clit was grasped and quivered upon, as relentless as a washing machine set on the 1000 rpm spin cycle.

“
Ohmigod!
” Her eyelids slammed shut and she groaned, possessed by an impending sense of an oncoming unknown
something
that was surely going...to...be...
fucking...damn... Stop, stop, stop.

Oh hell.

Go!

Her muscles locked and she exploded, writhing and gasping, trying in vain to gather enough oxygen to breathe properly while still coming. The tentacles held her in place or she
’d have surely leaped into the air. The suckers pulled at her, drawing her flesh against them, coaxing, fluttering. A last scream took her.

When she ceased shuddering and dared to look up at Karl, she saw a smirk on his face that she
’d have dearly loved to wipe off with a flamethrower, if only she wasn’t so exhausted.

After some minutes, when she was sure she hadn
’t died of a heart attack and could hear, breathe, and see the world properly again, she noticed the loud motor noises had stopped. Dangerous Bob and Amber sat cuddling on a padded chair off to the side. The green thing that had replaced his schlong was motoring along quietly, purring.

Karl rose to his feet and the tentacles slipped away from her. Only one remained to caress her cheek as he walked around the table. He squatted beside her chair and took her limp hand, kissing it.
“You were beautiful, Virginia. I assume that was your first?”

She glowered weakly.
Smug bastard. Nowhere on her body had any reserve strength, so she stuck her tongue out at him.

His gaze fastened onto it.
“You are giving me such ideas. Your mouth. Your lovely tongue. Your ass. I’m spoilt for places to play with and explore. And they’re all virgin territory, aren’t they, sweet delicious Virginia? It’s time to visit my sacrifice room.”

Her eyes sprang wide.
“Wait,” she begged huskily. “Don’t I need an appointment? I’m free next Tuesday at two pm. Besides exploring needs preparation doesn’t it? Plans. Lists of stuff for the journey. Torches, energy drinks, sherpas, pack mules...”

“
Kinky, but I don’t think you can fit all those up there.”

“
Don’t bet on it. The things I’ve seen women in Thai bars insert up their hoohahs –”

“
I’ll keep that in mind.” He winked. “But you won’t delay the inevitable. Today is perfect. See.” His gesture made her look toward the floor. The black surface cleared, becoming transparent in an instant.

Beneath them was a roiling, circling, whirlpool of redness, like a bloodshot eye watching them, beckoning them into its realm of
horribleness.

“
I’m pretty sure,” she muttered, “I don’t want to go down there. Hmm
.
Give me a second.  Yep. I am sure.” The man needed a new color to obsess over.

“
But you’re going anyway, and coming too. Whether you want to, or not.”

She was beginning to think she should have brought a gun with her.
A big one.

“
Let’s go.” He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder again.

She couldn
’t help peeking at his back.
What the?
“Where’d they go? What’d you do with all your tentacles?” She shuddered.

“
They sort of fold up. IKEA. Wait, I’m not allowed to mention brands like KFC or Target or Thulahoops. Not that those are at all relevant to undergoing bodily transformations or folding tentacles. Let’s say I’m flexible.”

“
I think you just did mention them. And I’ve never heard of Thulahoops.”

“
Only in passing. No one will notice what I said all buried down deep in the story like this. Thulahoops are a soon to be enormously popular exercise device.”

She nodded and shifted on his shoulder to get comfortable.
“Works for me.”

“
Good. Six dollars ninety-nine if you buy in the first week.” He stumbled then cleared his throat. “What have you been eating?”

Virginia froze.
“Are you saying I’m fat?”

“
No. Of course not. Prepare to meet your tentacle, Virginia.”

“
Don’t change the subject. You implied I was fat.”

“
Didn’t.”

“
Did.”

“
Want a tentacle in your mouth?”

Damn.
Unfair.

She shut up but glowered.

The silence on the way down the stairs was so awkward.