Squirm: virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster (The Squirm Files) by Cari Silverwood Page B
Authors: Cari Silverwood
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footsteps came her way. Was a scuba diver loose in here?
“ Jace?” she ventured. “Where are you? Are you alri –”
Something firm, moist, and oddly squishy grabbed her around the waist and flung her up against the metal gate. While she wriggled and screamed another squishy blunt something prodded at her cheek, slapped her lightly, then paused a moment. She heard distant sniffing and couldn ’t help shuddering.
Escape! But she was stuck there, feet dangling above the concrete, her arms pinned to her sides.
“ Let me go?” she squeaked out.
Someone went hmm . The odd fleshy something slid down her body, probing her as it went. Over breast, into her belly button, drawing a teeny tiny circle...why had she worn such a thin dress? Then it went down her belly, poking at her hips before slithering around her back above the curve of her butt to squeeze her whole body once, then it retraced its path to her front. Onward, downward, on its sliding, slipping trail. Next, it found her mons. She held her breath as the long thing cruised between her legs and forced her to part them.
No panties! Why had she forgotten to put them on today? It wasn ’t as if she’d been told not to. Considering she’d planned to visit a biker club house, she should have put some on. Now, horror of horrors, this unknown thing that reminded her of a tentacle, but of course it wasn’t one, it was about to violate her.
“ Stop! Please?”
No answer.
Suddenly, very suddenly, with all the suddenness of a man eyeing a nude sunbather having his eye poked out by an umbrella, the thing probed her entrance. It shifted aside her lips. It was so gentle yet horribly disturbing, in a hot , nice way. Virginia gasped and clamped her legs onto the thing that also pressed upon her clit, but not because she wanted it to remain there, of course. That would be dirty. She felt herself dampen.
The thing quivered.
Oh my. She stared, eyes wide, out into the room. That was new.
It quivered again.
Was this what vibrators did?
Her thoughts derailed, and went chugging off on a whole amazing train track she hadn ’t known existed. Toot toot .
Quiver . Then it slid, back and forth, in her wetness.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ohhh crap . She was never blinking again. Her throat tightened. Her groin grew heavy and pulsed with every heartbeat. Her nipples joined in, poking out into the dress. She’d forgotten her bra too. How forgetful.
If she didn ’t stop this quivering from continuing, she was certain the world would do something weird.
What and who was this creature, doing this horrible wriggling on top of her clit? Mouth open, she squirmed again, and could hear them breathing before her, hard, rough, staccato. A little gurgly also maybe, but she wasn’t dwelling on that part. Shiver.
Scream again , the little voice in her head whispered. Time to scream. Scream?
Go away! she whispered urgently back at her voice.
Fine! her internal voice replied. If you want me again, I’ll be sulking in the corner.
She didn ’t care. The quivery, slidey thing was dabbling in her moisture. She was aroused, embarrassed, blushing hot.
“ I’m a virgin!” she blurted, struggling against the implacable hold around her waist, but it still held her arms to her sides.
She was keeping herself for that ten inch schlong, remember? Remember! Inspiration arrived. “I recently had a bear trap installed...in my inside womanly parts.”
The thing stopped probing her.
A strange questioning grunt encouraged her to go on.
“ Yes. I did. And there’s big metal teeth too. Anything that goes in me gets chomped on.”
The reply sounded like a man pretending to be a puzzled dog.
“It’s true.”
She was let down from the wall, released.
Her lie had worked. Damn.
As she pressed back into the gate, shaking a little, with the metal mesh springing under her palms, there were crackling noises before her.
The lights flickered on.
Exasperated and horny, Virginia scowled and thought of
“ Jace?” she ventured. “Where are you? Are you alri –”
Something firm, moist, and oddly squishy grabbed her around the waist and flung her up against the metal gate. While she wriggled and screamed another squishy blunt something prodded at her cheek, slapped her lightly, then paused a moment. She heard distant sniffing and couldn ’t help shuddering.
Escape! But she was stuck there, feet dangling above the concrete, her arms pinned to her sides.
“ Let me go?” she squeaked out.
Someone went hmm . The odd fleshy something slid down her body, probing her as it went. Over breast, into her belly button, drawing a teeny tiny circle...why had she worn such a thin dress? Then it went down her belly, poking at her hips before slithering around her back above the curve of her butt to squeeze her whole body once, then it retraced its path to her front. Onward, downward, on its sliding, slipping trail. Next, it found her mons. She held her breath as the long thing cruised between her legs and forced her to part them.
No panties! Why had she forgotten to put them on today? It wasn ’t as if she’d been told not to. Considering she’d planned to visit a biker club house, she should have put some on. Now, horror of horrors, this unknown thing that reminded her of a tentacle, but of course it wasn’t one, it was about to violate her.
“ Stop! Please?”
No answer.
Suddenly, very suddenly, with all the suddenness of a man eyeing a nude sunbather having his eye poked out by an umbrella, the thing probed her entrance. It shifted aside her lips. It was so gentle yet horribly disturbing, in a hot , nice way. Virginia gasped and clamped her legs onto the thing that also pressed upon her clit, but not because she wanted it to remain there, of course. That would be dirty. She felt herself dampen.
The thing quivered.
Oh my. She stared, eyes wide, out into the room. That was new.
It quivered again.
Was this what vibrators did?
Her thoughts derailed, and went chugging off on a whole amazing train track she hadn ’t known existed. Toot toot .
Quiver . Then it slid, back and forth, in her wetness.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ohhh crap . She was never blinking again. Her throat tightened. Her groin grew heavy and pulsed with every heartbeat. Her nipples joined in, poking out into the dress. She’d forgotten her bra too. How forgetful.
If she didn ’t stop this quivering from continuing, she was certain the world would do something weird.
What and who was this creature, doing this horrible wriggling on top of her clit? Mouth open, she squirmed again, and could hear them breathing before her, hard, rough, staccato. A little gurgly also maybe, but she wasn’t dwelling on that part. Shiver.
Scream again , the little voice in her head whispered. Time to scream. Scream?
Go away! she whispered urgently back at her voice.
Fine! her internal voice replied. If you want me again, I’ll be sulking in the corner.
She didn ’t care. The quivery, slidey thing was dabbling in her moisture. She was aroused, embarrassed, blushing hot.
“ I’m a virgin!” she blurted, struggling against the implacable hold around her waist, but it still held her arms to her sides.
She was keeping herself for that ten inch schlong, remember? Remember! Inspiration arrived. “I recently had a bear trap installed...in my inside womanly parts.”
The thing stopped probing her.
A strange questioning grunt encouraged her to go on.
“ Yes. I did. And there’s big metal teeth too. Anything that goes in me gets chomped on.”
The reply sounded like a man pretending to be a puzzled dog.
“It’s true.”
She was let down from the wall, released.
Her lie had worked. Damn.
As she pressed back into the gate, shaking a little, with the metal mesh springing under her palms, there were crackling noises before her.
The lights flickered on.
Exasperated and horny, Virginia scowled and thought of
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