Wet tentacles writhed over her body, feeling her crevices and groping at her breasts which hung about her neck. After a while the laughter subsided and they sat on the cool floor. XXX “Let’s get out of here,” said Sara. “You look like a superhero,” said Samantha. She breathed hard, pumping oxygen into her burning body. “This shit hurts,” she said, prodding the red scrapes around her abdomen and pubic bone. “How do we know you didn’t take us?” said Samantha. Her muscles rippled under tanned skin and under the purple of her pants. She had committed to her exercise regimen for New Years and had lost a fair bit of weight. A tentacle breached the hole and moved toward Julia’s mouth.




















