MOOD SLIME ROGUE: TANTALIZING TAROT

Feature Writer: maestro84

Feature Title: MOOD SLIME ROGUE: TANTALIZING TAROT

Published: 07.08.2023

Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Demonic

Synopsis: Divination Enthusiast predicts a wild evening – with herself

Author’s Notes: This story is a joint project between myself and TheOutsiderOfLiterotica. Please check out his work and let us know if you want to see more chapters from this story. This is a separate story from my other Mood Slime series.

Mood Slime Rogue: Tantalizing Tarot

The sky above New York City darkened as ominous clouds loomed over the metropolis. Gusts of wind swept through the streets, buildings, and alleyways. Each one varying in strength. Trash debris; light enough to be carried by the wind, became an immediate irritation to pedestrians anxious to get home. Among them was the chaste Annie Gallipot.

Annie was a lifetime resident of the city that never sleeps. She knew the streets like the back of her hands. All of the popular places to gather for people her age. And a number of other attributes typical to Empire Staters. However; Annie never felt like she belonged in the Big Apple. Nor fully clicked with anyone. Her friendships were often short, barely lasting full seasons throughout the year. Her romantic and sexual life was even less fulfilling.

Over the years, Annie gained several boyfriends, girlfriends, and just friends with benefits. None proved worthy of her heart. Even worse, none proved really capable of giving her pleasure. This led the attractive brunette having to take things into her own hands. Literally. When partners failed to please her, the only option was masturbation. In turn, self pleasure became an addiction. A very powerful and self loathing addiction. Eventually; after spending an entire weekend watching some of the freakiest content available on the internet while making herself repeatedly orgasm with an online purchased fucking machine, Annie made the decision to overcome her addiction. A choice that was followed by two years of agonizing abstinence. A period of her life endured during the three years of the Mood Slime Pandemic.

To stave off her addiction, Annie attempted to create new hobbies for herself. The only successful ones involved her interest in metaphysical crystals and gems, as well dabbling in Tarot cards. To her surprise, she was quite attuned to the mysticism. Through much practice and self educating, Annie quickly became capable of understanding each of her tarot readings. The sessions she did for herself ended with logging the outcomes on her laptop. The accuracy of events “predicted” by her numerous tarot sessions took Annie by surprise. Events that took place within days to weeks of specific sessions. This led Annie to developing a nightly routine of doing tarot readings for herself.

Annie was returning home just as the rain fell upon the Empire City, tapping on the hood of her raincoat as she rushed up the stoop of her apartment building. The concrete was slick. Not only from the downpour, but from a thin layer of mood slime spread across the steps. Having crept up through a hairline crack in the foundation. Nearing the door, the heel of Annie’s new shoe slipped across the slab. She braced herself, dropping her keys and placing her hand on the wall to stop from falling on her ass.

“What the hell?” she said, stabling herself and kneeling to grab her keys. “This weather sucks!”

Keys in hand, Annie swiftly unlocked the door to the building and ran up the stairs to her apartment. Unaware of the mood slime blended with the rain water on her fingers and palm, as well as the soles of her shoes. As she approached her domicile, she heard a noise that confused her. At first, she thought it was her neighbor Allison. The resident “Karen” of the apartment building. But the noise seemed to come within her home, and not her neighbor’s. Her slime coated key entered the lock, forcing the tumblers into the correct positions, and entered her home. Annie searched for the source of the noise, only to realize her TV was on.

“Thank you for having me.” an old man smiled enthusiastically.

“Doctor Stantz, please help explain exactly what the Mood Slime is, its history, and how it works.” a news anchor requested.

The retired Ghostbuster shuffled in his seat and cleared his throat.

“Over three decades ago, New York was victim of another paranormal uprising in spiritual turbulence. While investigating a peculiar incident with a former client; now friend, our original team discovered an unbelievable amount of psychomagnotheric ectoplasm…”

“I’m sorry, Doctor. Psycho what?”

“I don’t remember leaving the TV on?” Annie said while removing her coat.

She heard of the slime around the city, and reports of people having strange sexual encounters with the supernatural. But in the wake of her abstinence, she never gave attention to it. Better to focus on her hobbies than fall back into her addiction. As she slid off her shoes near the door, she failed to notice a pink colored sludge dripping off of them and into the floor of the apartment.

Annie approached her television and turned it off. Desiring not to be distracted from her nightly routine. She fumbled through a nearby cupboard and retrieved a rolled up, black velvet cloth adorned with golden trim patterns. She carefully spread the cloth across her coffee table, using her hands to smooth out every wrinkle in the fabric until it was completely flat. Next, she returned to the cupboard and fetched a small bag. It was also made of black velvet. Opening the bag, Annie sifted through the contents within, until her fingers touched what she was hunting for: four crystals of similar size and shape but differing in color. Taking the crystals into her hand and placing the bag out of the way, she laid the crystals on top of the velvet cloth. One crystal per corner. Then she placed her newly purchased tarot card deck in the center of her display. Lastly, she dimmed the lights to her home to create a more authentic atmosphere.

Satisfied with her setup, Annie eagerly sat down in her loveseat. Excited over a new set of Tarot cards purchased that morning. She immediately wanted to try them. As if a type of desperation overcame her. A new addiction she had to satisfy. She purchased them from the same shop she acquired her crystals from, and was happy with the results so far. Sitting comfortably, she reached for the coffee table in front of her and pulled it near.

Her hands slightly trembled in anticipation. Opening a new tarot deck was almost as wonderful as opening a present. And in regards to tarot, every session seemed to provide a different gift. The only requirements were interpretation of the cards and the patience for moments to happen. This evening would be no different.

Annie carefully opened the tin container holding the contents within. The cards were face down, showing the shared design on the backside throughout the deck. It was a beautiful visage of four golden pyramids on each edge with their tips pointing at a large golden eye at the center. And in each corner was a small, golden pentacle. Annie gently rubbed the tip of her finger across the back of the first card, marveled how the design was embossed. The sensation might as well have been orgasmic.

“Okay, let’s see what we got here.” she said, overturning the container and catching the cards with her free hand.

The design of the cards continued to amaze her. The sides of all the cards were painted gold, and every face-side was beautifully designed. The plethora of wands and pentacles, swords and cups were exciting to Annie’s eyes. She thumbed through each of the cards, becoming more and more excited by the images in front of her. The cards looked very traditional, but Annie couldn’t deny the beauty and talent needed to create every one of them. After a few minutes of admiring her new deck spread all over her table, Annie had to remind herself of the task at hand.

“Focus; Annie, focus. What to ask? What to ask?” she mumbled to herself. “Got it!”

Thinking quickly, she reorganized her new set of cards. Careful to make sure all of them faced the same direction. When satisfied, Annie began what she called her “ritual”. Holding the entire deck in one hand, she used her middle knuckle from her other hand and tapped the back of the top card three times.

“What’s going to happen in my near future?” she asked aloud.

Then Annie performed a riffle shuffle technique while focusing hard on her question. Content with the card’s new positioning, she pushed onward with her routine. Bringing the cards together, she prepared for a semi-reckless overhand shuffle. Her intent was for any card that fell from her grip would be used to answer her question. Three cards for her question, followed by asking why each card was presented. Concluding with possibly six cards in total.

“What’s going to happen in my near future?” she repeated.

Before finishing her first overhand shuffle, a card she was very familiar with descended upon the table: The Queen of Wands. Its design being a royal woman, set upon a throne and holding a long stick in her right hand. While learning how to interpret tarot results, Annie felt a kinship with this particular card. Specifically, sharing the traits of being sincere, friendly, chaste, and a loving woman. The Queen of Wands was Annie’s card, and often knew whenever it appeared, the answer she sought specifically involved her and not somebody else in her life. Happily intrigued with the first card, Annie continued onward.

“What’s going to happen in my near future?”

After her fourth overhand shuffle with the deck, a single card slipped away from the others and landed on the black cloth. It was The Tower card. Presented as a lonely structure of grey brick, placed in front of a stormy black sky with a ferocious lightning bolt striking and damaging the apex of the spire. A quick chill rushed up and down Annie’s spine. Whenever she drew this card in other readings, it always meant signs of struggle. Distress. And possibly danger.

“What’s going to happen in my near future?” Annie spoke again.

Within two overhand shuffles, another card fell upon the table: The Magician. Illustrated as a regal figure of androgynous build. Beside the Magician was a table bearing a cup, a pentacle, a sword, and a wand. Each object representing the suits of a tarot deck, as well as the Magician’s various “tools”. In Annie’s experience, The Magician often meant a manifestation of desires and/or goals. Both physically and spiritually.

Annie observed the three cards, determined to find their meaning. From her own knowledge, it was apparent the near future involved herself. Possibly going through a struggle to obtain something she desired. But what? She held her new tarot deck in hand and looked at the first card.

“Why is the Queen of Wands here?” she asked, performing another overhand shuffle.

After a third shuffle, another card revealed itself: the Eight of Swords. The illustration showed a woman standing over some flowing water. Her body was bound by ropes, unable to move. Her eyes were covered by a white cloth, blinding her to the eight bright swords surrounding her and sticking into the Earth. The card represented a feeling of being ensnared or trapped, with barely a chance to escape. The sight of “her” card being aligned with the most recent made Annie shudder. She wished the Eight of Swords was upside down instead, describing freedom and liberation. But her curiosity pushed her forward.

“Why is the Tower here?”

Annie’s question went unanswered until her eighth shuffle. Through a type of irony, it was the Eight of Wands that appeared. The card featured eight golden staffs in front of a black background, pointing in the same direction in a diagonal manner. In her studies, this card meant swiftness or immediate action. A small amount of frustration grew within the young woman. The card didn’t specify why the Tower was present, but signaled the impending struggle to happen soon. Very soon. Looking at the last card, Annie was compelled to draw one more and then try to interpret everything across the table.

“Why is the Magician here?” she whispered.

Before completing her first overhand shuffle, not one but three cards landed on the cloth. The Lovers, Temperance, and The Devil. The Lovers card was beautifully designed, showing a naked woman and naked man staring at one another with a large angelic figure in the background. The Temperance card showed another androgynous, angelic figure pouring fluid between chalices with one bare foot standing on earth while the other was placed in a water stream. Their wings were bright and golden and the background was lively and soothing. The Devil card featured a satanic beast perched on a podium, with a naked woman and naked man loosely chained to the larger demon’s post. Of all the cards in the deck, it was the only one lacking any creativity or beauty.

“Three cards?” Annie questioned out loud.

She was familiar with each, but curious where they fit in with her question. She knew the Lovers pertained to actual people. But there was nobody in her immediate life. It also meant semi-abstract things like self-love or selfishness. Especially if the card was “reversed”. In Annie’s case, it was positioned upside down. The Temperance card took her by surprise. When presented correctly, it meant things are balanced and orderly. But when “reversed”, it’s pure chaos. In all of her sessions, the Temperance always displayed upright. This time, it was upside down. Lastly, The Devil. A card often associated with negative aspects such as fear, enslavement, materialism, addiction, and temptation. Annie was all too familiar with the card when she began to learn tarot, as she often fought with temptation to pleasure herself while trying to break her addiction. Since fully dedicating herself to abstinence, the card had not come up in over a year and a half. Now, it had returned.

Annie looked at the table in front of her, knowing she would need to interpret everything. All of the cards were linked. She merely had to find out how or why. At the same time, Annie reminded herself whatever she determined wasn’t set in stone. Everything before her was her interpretation and it was possible her outcome could be wrong. She thought real hard on her original question, took a deep breath, and looked within to remember her knowledge of the cards. Eyes focused on the display before her, Annie began.

Her original three cards seemed as if she was going to struggle through a desire. The next two cards strengthened that prediction. This wasn’t too surprising. People struggled every day. Often feeling stuck or trapped while trying to obtain their goals, helpless to get what they wanted. It was a day-to-day thing everyone lived with. Annie’s question was about the immediate future, and it seemed she was going to experience what everyday people did.

Her biggest obstacle involved her desires and goals. Annie was unsure of what she was wanting. The three cards associated with that notion were even more perplexing. The Lovers card was reversed. Did that mean she had a selfish desire? The Temperance card was also reversed. Did that mean she desired chaos and disharmony? The Devil card was upright. It made Annie question if she desired to give into negative things such as fear, or temptation, or perhaps… her addiction? Was Annie desiring to be selfish, chaotic, and sexual? She closed her eyes to think it over. Her thoughts were immediately accompanied by a faint throb between her legs. A sensation she’d almost forgotten.

“NO! No. No-nah-no-no-no-no!” Annie blurted out.

She violently shook her head, trying her best to remove such thoughts from her mind. It merely made her dizzy. Annie took a deep breath and rubbed her palms along her thighs, giving her legs a harsh squeeze to make pain override the other feeling between them. When the sensation went away, she gathered the cards back together and decided to try again. Annie tapped her middle knuckle at the center of the top card three times, completed a riffle shuffle, and asked her question again.

“What’s going to happen in my immediate future?”

Annie found herself choking on her breath as the same three cards returned: The Queen of Wands, The Tower, and The Magician. She asked why the cards were on the table again and the responding five answered: Eight of Swords, Eight of Wands, The Lovers (reversed), Temperance (reversed), and The Devil. In the two years of practicing tarot, she never got the same cards twice when asking her question for a second time.

“There’s no fucking way it could happen again, could it?”

Annie regathered her cards, shuffled, asked her question and got the astronomical shock of her life. All eight cards resurfaced. Same order, same positioning. Nothing changed. Annie found herself amazed by the impossible becoming possible. And gained another shock right after. For an unexplainable reason, she felt compelled to look closer at her cards. Studying the Queen of Wands, Annie noticed the illustrated woman seemed to favor her in the face. The Magician and Temperance cards did as well. Then her pulse raced while focusing on the nude women on the Lovers and Devil cards. Both women had her face, her physical build, and most shockingly a star-shaped pattern just above the right hip. Annie had a pentacle tattoo in that exact location.

“This is… impossible. It’s just impossible!” she spoke in disbelief.

Stunned by her repeated outcomes; and the disturbing acknowledgement of seeing “herself” in the cards, Annie quickly gathered up the deck, placed them back in the container and pushed the table as far away as her leg could force it. Her breathing was quick but steady. Her thoughts were racing but yearning to figure out the meaning of everything. Furthermore, she knew she needed to catalog the session in her laptop.

Her body shook as she got to her feet. Annie started the menial task of placing everything back in the cupboards from which they came. Finally, she went to the desk in her bedroom where the laptop was placed. Opening the device and powering it on, Annie took a few deep breaths to calm herself while remembering everything that transpired. A part of her almost decided not to log the session, as it would have been impossible for her to forget. Opening a specific program, Annie’s fingers danced across the keyboard. Even though typing in shorthand, not a single detail was spared.

August 5th,

Purchased new tarot deck after work. Initially excited to use it. Outcome has me shaken. Today’s question: What’s going to happen in my near future? Results: Queen of Wands, Tower, Magician. Follow-up questions per card provided result: 8 of Swords (QoW), 8 of Wands (Tower), Lovers/reversed – Temperance/reversed – Devil (Magician). 8 cards in total. Interpretation is questionable and worrisome. If correct, I am to endure a struggle for my desires. Desires possibly include being trapped or bound, will happen soon, may involve… becoming selfish and giving into temptation of former addiction in chaotic ways. Must not lie, have not had sexual thoughts for long time. Tonight’s cards briefly sparked sensations. As always, results up for interpretation. Conclusion may be wrong, or hoping resolve stays strong. Final note made two extra attempts with same question in hope of different results. Both attempts failed. Same 8 cards shown. Possible panic and/or delirium setting in. All feminine and androgynous characters had resemblance to self during last session. Am very concerned for myself. Fear giving into former addiction, even by force.:

Annie’s hands trembled after saving the document. It took her over half an hour to type everything up. Something unnatural for her as she was a speedy typist. Leaning back in her chair, her thoughts raced while rereading her words. Annie was rather skilled with understanding tarot, but now she was having doubts. Wondering if she did understand each of the cards presented.

“I should check a website or two.”

She resaved her document and closed the program. Then she opened her web browser, intent on finding a reliable site to help interpret her cards. Her effort was in vain. Numerous spam sites quickly popped up, littering her screen and refusing to stop. Annie moved quickly to close each window, feeling irritation rise within. One website angered her more than the others.

“What the fuck?” she snarled as a pornographic video filled the monitor.

In front of her was some woman wildly fingering herself. Her dark brown hair covered her face. Her hand blurred across her nethers. The woman shouted numerous profanities, obviously on the edge of some mind blowing orgasm. The visual caused another throb between Annie’s legs.

“That’s not what I’m… close dammit!” she said, clicking the X-button in the corner.

Before she could move on, another video popped up with a different woman also pleasuring herself. This time with a dildo. It looked large in comparison to her body, but the woman in the video had little resistance to stuffing the entirety of the sex toy into her pussy. For a moment, Annie couldn’t look away. But the slightest feeling of something actually wiggling between her labia snapped her out of her daze.

“Fuck this!” Annie yelled, getting mad and closing the laptop.

She quickly stood up and walked away from the desk, even more frustrated than before. Then she heard a moan. Annie turned around and saw her laptop was open, showing another video of three women pleasuring each other. Annie was sure she closed the laptop before stepping away. She returned to her desk, forced the laptop to do a complete shut down, physically closed it, and unplugged the power cord from the wall for good measure.

“This is fucking crazy. It must be a virus or something.” she whispered to herself, eyes closed in hopes of unseeing the women from earlier.

“Ooooooh, FUCK ME!” A woman’s voice screamed from Annie’s laptop, fully open and showing another video of a beautiful brunette being pounded in doggy style.

“Stop!” Annie yelled, slamming the screen shut and leaving the bedroom. “This can’t be happening. This just can’t be happening. Am I going crazy? Why am I seeing these dirty… sexual things all of a sudden?”

Annie walked into the living room, pacing in front of the television. Her nerves were shot and felt like she was losing her sanity. Even worse, a dull sensation was stirring between her legs and growing in strength. In the last two years, Annie avoided anything and everything that could spark her arousal. And now a small part of her was yearning for physical pleasure. The realization hit her like a freight train, causing Annie to speak loudly in her home.

“This is bullshit. This isn’t happening. That was not me in those cards. My computer obviously has a virus. And I absolutely, positively, do not want to give in to temptation.”

Channeling her inner strength, Annie was able to regain some control over herself. The feeling between her legs vanished again. Her pulse was calming down. Her breathing returned to normal. She was master of herself and her domain. When satisfied; and a little more relaxed, Annie grabbed the remote and turned her television back on.

“… please help explain exactly what the Mood Slime is, its history, and how it works.”

Annie’s head cocked to the side, watching the tv screen.

“Over three decades ago, New York was victim of another paranormal uprising in spiritual turbulence. While investigating a…”

The young woman looked away from her television and groaned.

“What did they decide to do, show this on repeat? Jesus Christ, is there anything else happening in this city other than the damn mood sli-”

Annie immediately went silent when her gaze turned to the front door, looking at her shoes. She noticed the pink stain along the bottom edges of her footwear. Something that was not on them when she purchased them a week ago. Annie’s breathing quickened and her heart raced again. She knew she was in trouble.

“Oh fuck.” she whispered softly.

Panic quickly overcame her. She looked around the room, desperately searching for something out of the ordinary. She didn’t feel safe, even though she knew she was alone. Realizing that made her heart beat even faster. But nothing was happening. Annie glanced around her apartment again before turning her attention back at the sludge on her shoes.

“Maybe… maybe it’s just…”

“Oh FUCK!” A loud female voice screamed from her TV screen.

Annie turned her head and saw a brunette woman; in what looked like a news studio, standing naked from the waist up and moaning repeatedly. As if someone or something was doing naughty stuff to her just off screen. Her face was covered by her hair, but the noises from her lips couldn’t be mistaken.

“What the… this isn’t happening, this isn’t…” Annie spoke as she started to feel the throbbing between her legs again.

She fought against it and grabbed the remote, changing the channel. The next one showed the same naked woman touching herself.

“How… what is happening?” she said, clicking to another network.

Annie scrambled to find anything not featuring the naked woman on the screen. One after another, the woman was there. Fondling her body. Meanwhile, the throb between Annie’s legs increased. There was only one last option. Just before pressing the power button on her remote, she heard her pants unzip.

“Oh God! Oh shit! No, oh fuck no!” she yelled, zipping her pants back up and turning off the TV.

Every logical thought screamed for her to leave her home. Just before she reached the front door, the TV suddenly turned back on and she could hear the moaning again. Annie’s stomach turned and her crotch throbbed as she knew something very bad was about to happen. But for an unexplainable reason, she couldn’t will herself to leave. Instead, she returned to the tv and stood in front of it. Staring at the screen with fear and intrigue in her eyes. She didn’t even notice a green mist seeping from under the loveseat behind her.

“What’s the matter, Annie?” a familiar voice said that made her start to panic even more. The brunette on the screen whipped her head to the side, sending her dark hair flying and revealing her face. “Afraid of a little fun?”

Annie was practically frozen in shock as she saw herself on the TV, possibly naked for the whole world to see. The mist began to climb up around her; forming what looked like hands, and slipped under her shirt and pants, caressing her skin.

“Don’t worry Annie, this is going to be amazing,” the Annie on the television cooed as she touched her nipples. The real Annie could feel the touch on her own areolas, too stunned to move. Yet she let out a slight moan at the sensation. “That’s a good girl, now how about this?” TV Annie said before shoving her fingers between her legs and teasing her clit, causing the real Annie to feel the sensation and freak out. Just enough to regain control of herself.

“No!” She screamed, swatting away at her own body. Trying her best to stop the manipulation before it went any further.

Suddenly Annie felt something grab her around the waist and yank her backwards, throwing her down onto the loveseat with a thud. The impact made her dizzy, but she could clearly see the misty green hands gripping her by the hips.

“No, get off me! Someone help me!” she screamed as the thunder roared outside, masking any sound she made while the hands started to slide along her chest and her pants. “Please! Don’t do…”

A strange tingling sensation crawled all over her skin as she saw her clothes begin to stretch, followed by a barely audible ripping sound. Before she could react, her clothes exploded off of her body, sending pieces of fabric flying everywhere. Annie was completely naked from head-to-toe, her body slightly littered by the confetti remains of her garments. She tried to get up but felt the hands grab her wrist and ankles, holding her down against the seat with her crotch at the very edge of the cushion.

“Fuck! FUCK!” she yelled, panicked as she was unable to pull herself away.

“That’s better,” the voice from the TV said as the other version of herself stared back at her. “Let’s see it,” she said as Annie felt her legs being spread apart. “There it is. Poor thing, so neglected. This is what happens when you don’t take care of your pussy. It starts to get angry. But don’t worry, I’ll fix the problem.”

“Please… please, what are you going to -” Annie said, still struggling to get free. Then she saw one of the green hands rise up between her legs. “Oh shit! Shit! SHIT!” The green mist swirled between her soft thighs and forced itself inside her pussy, leaving her feeling sensitive and weird between her legs. “Oh fuck… wh-what are you… ” she screamed, feeling her clit begin to pulse.

“That’s it, now we can have some real fun,” the fake Annie said from the TV as the screen panned back.

The corrupt doppelganger sat down in a large chair similar to Annie’s loveseat, spreading her legs and slowly fingering herself, ever so gently. Annie let out a shocked gasp, suddenly feeling her pussy being violated by invisible, soft fingers. She quickly realized she could feel everything her copy on the TV was doing to herself. The fact she had not orgasmed in so long was apparent, making her extremely sensitive as she instantly dripped onto the leather cushion. Annie hated what was happening to her, but also hated how much she didn’t want it to stop.

“Oh yeah.” she whispered.

“You like this? You want this?” the other Annie teased with a moan. “Your pussy needs some release, and I’m gonna help you with that.”

“Oh God. Oh please.”

“I’m no god, but please continue begging me.” the Annie on TV teased, fingering herself even harder.

Annie squirmed and bit her lips while trapped in the chair, feeling her pussy being manipulated. Unable to move, she made use of the decorative mirror beneath the flatscreen in front of her. The reflection allowed her to see between her legs. Watching her folds move like she was being fingered by an invisible hand. It was a strange sight and she wanted to break free and run out of her apartment. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything. All she could do was take it. Struggling throughout the entire ordeal.

-What’s going to happen in my near future?- the thought surfaced in Annie’s mind. -Struggle for my desires.- She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, still trying to will herself not to enjoy her situation.

“You think I don’t know how much you like this? You think the slime is this terrible thing, but people like you are the reason for this; what do you call it, pandemic? Such a silly word for something so amazing. But people like you are the reason this is happening. You cannot deny what your body wants. You perverted, endless masturbating, nympho!”

“I… I’m not… I’m not a nympho!” Annie shouted defiantly, closing her eyes and trying to fight what was happening to her.

“Oh, but you are,” TV Annie further teased, spreading her legs wider and shoving her fingers even deeper into her corrupted body. “Your pussy has been begging for release for a long time, and you have denied it. So now, your pussy belongs to me!”

“What?” Annie cried, concerned by that statement. Her legs were pulled apart even further as she looked up at the screen. Seeing what her other was doing. Suddenly, she saw a hairy man; in revealing leather and chains, crawling towards the version of herself on the TV. He moved quickly, almost inhuman like, and buried his bald head between her legs. “FUCK!” she shouted, feeling her pussy being licked and her clit sucked on by an invisible mouth.

“Oh, this feels so good, doesn’t it? Oh wait, I think you prefer it like this if I remember correctly.”

Annie’s eyes returned to the screen, not sure what the other meant until she saw the man drop to the ground. He twisted and curled in multiple directions, as if in excruciating pain. As he thrashed about, Annie noticed the hair on his body disappear. His bald head now featured crimson locks, almost twenty or more inches in length. His masculine; though ugly, features changed. Metamorphosing into a feminine figure. His bare ass suddenly became smoother and his skin softer, just before Annie saw two breasts grow out of his chest. His pot-belly became toned. His love handle hips became nicely curved. The man was no longer a man, but now a woman. The transformation complete, the lady in leather and chains returned her mouth to the wet vagina on screen.

“That’s more like it.” TV Annie said. “Women know how to do this better, am I right?”

The real Annie gasped as the feeling between her legs dramatically improved. It was as if the motions were from a much more talented and experienced tongue. She could feel her fluids dripping from her nether lips and all over the leather cushion. Then she noticed something strange in the mirror’s reflection. Her pussy seemed pinker than usual. At first she thought nothing of it. But soon the vaginal fluids dripping out of her were pink and not the pearlescent color they should be. The slime was inside her, and she didn’t even know how it happened.

“That stuff gets everywhere, doesn’t it?” the other Annie said with a smile. “Don’t worry, when I’m done with you, you’ll be squirting pink from every hole, in fact…” she teased and played with her nipples a little.

“Oh… oh Gaaahhhhh!” Annie yelled, leaning back as she felt fingers gently touching her tits.

“So soft, so perky. I know you’ve wanted bigger though. Well, today is your lucky day,” TV Annie said with a smirk.

Annie wasn’t sure what she meant until her breasts started to feel funny. It was not at all unpleasant as her nipples were stimulated. But soon, she noticed them start to swell. Though unnatural, she moaned as her breasts felt warm and continued to expand on her chest. Then she felt something warm and wet dripping down her stomach.

“What… what are you… oh no!” Annie yelled, noticing the pink slimy liquid dripping from her nipples and down her stomach. “Stop this, get this stuff out of me! I don’t… what is it doing to me?” She asked in a panic as the slime inside her body forced her boobs to change even more.

“Stop asking questions!” TV Annie commanded, shoving the redheaded woman off of her and standing up from her seat. “You can’t do anything to stop this.”

Annie looked on the screen and saw her other self standing in a puddle of pink goo. She noticed little tendrils start to wiggle up from the puddle’s edges, waving in all directions and slowly increasing in size. Her corrupt counterpart leaned down and grabbed one, pulling it away from the mass and lifting it upward as it wiggled in her hand like a giant worm.

“So exciting,” TV Annie grinned as the worm wiggled furiously and changed its form, turning into a large pink dildo that still wiggled. “Now this will be fun. But first, there is a hole we haven’t touched yet.”

“What?” Annie said in a panic.

“Your pussy is begging for release, but we aren’t there yet,” her fiendish copy said with a smile. She placed the squirming dildo on the chair and slowly hovered her rear above it, letting it tease her asshole.

“Wait… oh shit… wait, wait, wait!” Annie begged, feeling an invisible tip touch her own rosebud.

“Oh, you are in no position to tell me what to do.” TV Annie said as she lowered herself on the wiggling phallus, letting the toy disappear inside her backdoor.

“FUUUUUUCCKKKKKKK!!!!” Annie screamed as her asshole was violated by the invisible toy. She felt horrified. She felt molested. But the worst part was how good it actually felt inside her.

The unnatural slime cock wiggled within her duplicate. Annie’s body squirmed and she moaned while bound to the loveseat, being fucked in the ass by an invisible cock. Her ignored pussy dripped, begging for attention.

“You like it, don’t lie to me. You can’t anyway. I know what you like, and I know what you want too,” TV Annie said with a wicked smile.

The real Annie looked up at the TV, watching this corrupt copy of herself sitting on the chair with a dildo in her ass. She smiled at her and spread her legs as the slime on the floor bubbled and more tendrils rose towards her. Annie felt something touch her inner thigh and looked down. There was nothing there, but she noticed a thin layer of pink slime on her leg where she had been touched. Just as she feared, she was feeling everything happening to her duplicate on the screen. The sensations were not restricted to her erogenous zones. Annie watched and saw a pink slimy tentacle wiggle its way up between the other’s legs and gently brush the lips of her pussy.

“Oh… OH SHIT! No no, oh shit! NO!”

“Stop pretending you aren’t having fun,” TV Annie said with a grin as the tentacle teased her slit, leaving a layer of slime dripping from her pussy lips.

“Shit. Oh fuck,” Annie moaned, her hips retreating back as she felt it against her own labia and flicking her bean.

“Just say it Annie, say the truth, say what you want. Don’t lie to me, and just say it. Tell. Me. What. You. Want.”

-Struggle for my desires.- The results with her new tarot cards came to mind. What were her desires? Temptation? Addiction? HER addiction! Her addiction to pleasure, to depravity, to orgasms, to cumming her brains out, no matter how!

“Fuck… I… I want it!” she confessed during three flicks to her clitoris.

“Louder, Annie!”

“I FUCKING WANT IT!” Annie cried out as she felt the pink tendril shove its way inside the other woman, making her scream and buck her hips. Her own fuck hole yawned wide open by a cloaked invader. “That’s it, harder, oh FUCK! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, I want it… I need it!”

More tendrils emerged from the puddle on the screen. They lengthened and wiggled in all directions. One coiled around the tv Annie’s breast and finally bit down on the woman’s nipple. Sucking on it. Another did the same to the other breast. A group of tendrils looped around the woman’s ankles, forming mouths and sucking each of her toes. Another group did the same to her wrists and fingers. Two more emerged and licked at the sensitive flesh along the woman’s neck under the earlobes. That last grew between her legs, formed a tiny mouth, and sucked on the woman’s delicate pearl.

Annie’s whole body shook while being manipulated by the unseen forces, feeling what was happening to her doppelganger on the screen. She had denied herself for so long that it was all coming to a head, all at once. Her nipples were pulsing and dripping with slime. While a slimy dildo was in her ass, touching sweet spots she didn’t even know she had. Her pussy was being filled more than it ever had before and she could feel the goo dripping from every hole. Her orgasm building from all of them.

“Oh shit! Fuck yes!”

Annie almost didn’t know how to process what she was feeling. She was definitely about to cum, but not just from her pussy. She felt the pleasurable sensation building up in her asshole, in both of her tits and all throughout the rest of her being. Her whole body was like a combination of g-spots and clits, and it was driving her crazy. She felt like she was going to explode from pleasure. Annie looked at herself in the decorative mirror, seeing her pussy and ass agape and watching the inner walls of both holes flex and squeeze at something that wasn’t even there. The other Annie simply waved a finger, and the tentacles tripled their efforts.

“What the… I can’t take it! I’m gonna’… oh God… FFFFUUUUUUUUCK!” she howled, going cross-eyed from the strangest pleasure she ever felt in her existence.

It started between her legs and raced outward to her chest, rippling across her skin like a stone tossed into a pond. It expanded further up her neck and across her face, going into her hair. Then it worked down her spine and towards her rear. Her asshole began to spasm while her tits started to pulse, squirting bits of slime out of her nipples. The pleasure sped down her legs and tingled her soles and toes. And finally, the pleasure returned between her legs.

Annie screamed so loud she swore someone was going to call the police. But she didn’t care as she started spraying pink slime out of her vagina like a firehose, feeling the most intense orgasm of her life. It seemed to go on and on, like her body was broken and her nerves were fried. She never thought she would ever feel anything like this and she honestly wanted more.

Eventually, the sensations finally began to subside. She let out a whimper every time her pussy gave a last little squirt, making her body shake again and again. She didn’t care about the mess in her home as she just sat there with a dumbfounded smile on her face.

Annie didn’t feel anything in her ass or her pussy anymore as they both dripped with slime. She could have fallen asleep right away from exhaustion. She barely moved her limbs, preparing to curl into a ball and drift off into a post-orgasmic slumber. Suddenly, she realized she was not being held down anymore.

“Huh? I’m…” she spoke softly, lifting her hands.

“That was fun,” her TV doppelganger said, feeling her own orgasmic bliss. “But we aren’t done yet.”

Annie tried to focus on the TV, curious as to what she meant. She watched as her copy approached her from within the flatscreen, causing a thin layer of pink slime to leak from the edges. It poured down from her TV and all over the floor. The room was already a mess, making Annie briefly wonder how much it would cost to fix all of it. Soon she saw a hand come out of the screen, followed by her other’s naked breasts and the rest of her body, falling on the floor with a thud. The devilish double stood up in front of the exhausted woman, stretching her slime coated figure while looking at Annie with a sick smile on her face.

“Now, let’s see what else you can handle.” the other Annie said while touching her own clit.

The real Annie felt nothing. Something which was a little odd but comforting after her ordeal. She tried to sit up and see what was happening. What she saw made her eyes widen in astonishment and terror. The other Annie’s clit began to swell, pulsing unnaturally. Annie was fixated on it, watching it grow longer and thicker, changing shape and lifting up before solidifying between her doppelganger’s legs.

“What the fuck!”

“You like it?” TV Annie said as she moved her hips, swaying her newly grown erect penis back and forth.

Annie’s jaw dropped, staring at the ten inch cock in front of her. “How? What?”

“Now, I’m gonna have my way with you. That pussy needs some more, don’t you think?” TV Annie said, walking over and pouncing on her sexually repressed ‘twin’. Seeing her nervously squirm on the loveseat below caused the dick to flex and bounce. “Are you as turned on as I am?”

“I… I…” Annie stuttered, feeling the tip of the other woman’s cock gently rubbing against her slime covered slit.

“That’s what I thought,” TV Annie said, giving the real one a kiss on the lips and teasing her with the ten inch cock. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gentle,” she whispered in her ear and forced her girth inside the real Annie’s body. Feeling her thrash and making ahegao faces from the newfound pleasure. By some leftover instinct, the real Annie grabbed her by the waist and held on tightly. “That’s a good girl.

“This is crazy!” Annie moaned, feeling her insides stirred by the huge cock on her doppelganger.

“Oh, it will get… ” she trailed off, moving her hips and shoving the cock even deeper “crazier!” The real Annie shrieked and moaned even louder. TV Annie grunted as her eye’s suddenly turned red.

“What… who… who are you?” the real Annie pondered between thrusts into her velvet passage.

“I am everything you have repressed for over a year, here for revenge,” TV Annie said as she smiled, baring fangs like some sort of demon. “Your body is my toy, and I intend to play with it as much as I want.”

TV Annie moved her hips more aggressively, fucking her innocent original while forcing open her legs over the arms of the seat. The real Annie gasped and moaned, enjoying the feeling of being fucked by the massive sex organ. She was covered in so many fluids, unsure what was slime or sweat. Exhausted but still enjoying the sensations.

“Let’s get a little crazier,” Demon Annie said with a chuckle, as her cock changed again, splitting into two massive organs. One of which slid out Annie’s pussy and slithered its way into her ass. “Two holes for the price of one.”

“Jesus Christ!” Annie yelled while her hips were lifted up and fucked in both her holes at the same time.

Her breasts pulsed as they dripped more slime. It felt like the goo was pleasuring them from the inside. Lighting up every nerve in her chest as her boobs swelled even larger. Annie’s body was under the creature’s control and the slime; that somehow got inside her, was still changing her from within. Even though it was unnatural, it also felt amazing.

Annie suddenly wished she paid attention to the reports and learned more about the Mood Slime. She knew it was a supernatural substance the Ghostbusters were dealing with for years. A disturbing fluid which was recently sexually charged through poor experimentation. She remembered a story from a friend of hers, and how the friend was undressed and her pussy eaten out by a beautiful blonde ghost in the middle of the night. She thought maybe it was a dream but her friend insisted that it was real. Annie wished she never dismissed the incident.

“Oh yes. Fuck me harder!” Annie moaned, enjoying being blasted in both holes by this demonic doppelganger from the TV. “Oh Fuck! I want this, I want this so bad. I’ll nev-never deny myself AG-AGAIN!” She screamed as she bucked her hips and felt her orgasm building inside her. The Demon Annie only laughed, holding her pelvis in the air with her cocks alone.

“I knew you’d love this!” Demon Annie said, smiling down at her with a devilish look on her face. “I’m gonna cum in you Annie, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard, and then… oh, are you going to be surprised.”

“Surprised? What… what do y-you… mean?” Annie asked, suddenly worried.

“Oh, it’s too late to stop now,” her slimy other said as she laughed hysterically.

Annie felt the two cocks swell and pulse inside her as she grabbed the arms of the loveseat, practically ripping through the leather with her fingernails. The pleasure was growing inside her, its intensity driving her crazy. She wanted nothing more than to cum.

-… my desires.-

“Fuck… fuck… FUUUUCCCCKKKK!” Annie screamed, her pussy and her ass suddenly filled with what felt like gallons of warm, slimy cum.

It filled her insides before pouring out of her, making Annie cum even harder than the last time. A feat which she didn’t think was possible. The slime splashed around within her, making her vagina feel so strange as the pleasure rippled through her body. She knew something was very wrong, but it felt so incredible that she didn’t care. She grabbed her tits and squeezed them, feeling the slime squirt into her hands and beyond, landing on her exhausted thigh muscles.

“MOTHER FUCKER!” She yelled again, still cumming over and over again as she felt her double slide the cocks out of her. “Shit… shit… what did y-you do… to me!” She moaned as the orgasm was still going inside her, making her feet shake and her body spasm as Demon Annie climbed off of her.

Annie shook so much that she fell out of her fluid coated loveseat. Her hardwood floors were covered in slime but she was in such a state of euphoria that she still didn’t care. Her pussy felt so strange. Her clit began to pulse, getting more intense with every passing second. It felt so good but she didn’t know what was happening. Meanwhile, the Demon Annie took her spot in the loveseat, relaxing and watching the human squirm on the floor.

“Fuck! Is it… done… YET?” Annie yelled as her pleasure seemed never ending.

“Almost there… almost… and done,” Demon Annie teased as Annie’s pleasure finally subsided, collapsing against the slimy floor.

Annie laid on her back for a moment with a euphoric smile on her face. Enjoying the after effects of her orgasms. Her ass felt sore, her pussy felt abused, and her clit couldn’t stop throbbing. She let out a satisfied groan before she felt something very strange between her legs.

“What was…” Annie sighed. Groggily looking down between her legs and seeing her doppelganger’s toes gently caressing something long and hard and connected to her body. “Wait! What is…” she said, quickly sitting up and seeing a giant penis sticking out from where her clit used to be. “WHAT THE FUCK?” she screamed. Staring at the alien organ that wasn’t there before. The Demon Annie simply smiled, using all of her toes and both soles to stroke and tease the human girl’s newly formed flesh.

“Like it? I figured it was time to trade,” Demon Annie spoke, acknowledging her giant penis was gone.

“No, no, no, what have you done to me?” Annie panicked, backing away and gently touching the organ. The feeling of her own fingers against the flesh made her whole body jerk from the unnatural pleasure she never felt before and didn’t know how to process. “Please, give me back my pussy you bitch!”

“Oh, it’s still there,” Demon Annie said, joining the delirious woman on the floor and reaching under her cock. Annie could feel the other’s touch along her slit but there was no feeling. No sensation. Certainly no pleasure. It was numb and useless. “You didn’t use it properly so instead, you get a penis.”

“No, NO! Please, change it back!” Annie screamed, trying to get up but slipping on the slimy floor. “Please, I’m begging you, get rid of this thing!” She begged with tears in her eyes, panicking even more.

“Oh stop your crying. You haven’t even seen what it can do yet,” Demon Annie snarled, reaching out and grabbing her by the cock. The forcefulness of the demoness’ grip caused her to gasp at the sensation. “Doesn’t that feel nice?” She said, stroking the slime covered organ.

“Stop! This isn’t nor-normal! Oh fuck! What is this… I can’t even handle it… I can’t… I… SHIT!”

Annie thrashed, trying to grab onto the floor. The goo made her fingers slide along the wood as an unnatural pleasure between her legs robbed her of her strength. Her Demon copy gently rubbed her thumb under the tip of her new cock, using the slime as lube. It sent a jolt through Annie’s body. It felt good, very good, but the sensations were too much for her to process. Her clit was now a dick. Ten inches long and ten thousand times more sensitive. She almost feared how the orgasm would feel.

“That’s right you little slut. Just squirm and whine as I play with your cock,” Demon Annie mused, continuing to stroke her human counterpart. “I love watching you like this. I even remember you once having penis envy. Watching those dirty, Japanese hentai with the futa girls. And you yearning to know what it felt like to have a cock. So tell me, how does it feel?” The Demon Annie leaned down towards Annie’s throbbing mass and teased the tip with her tongue.

“FUCK! FUCK! SH-SH-SHIT!” Annie blurted out, unable to use other words while bucking her hips wildly.

“So sensitive,” The demoness teased before she continued.

Slowly, she wiggled her tongue under the tip of Annie’s supernatural flesh, torturing her before she wrapped her lips around the head and slid down until it touched the back of her throat. The demoness’ tongue morphed into that of a serpent’s, and wrapped around Annie’s cock. Jerking it swiftly while deepthroating all ten inches.

Annie went cross-eyed again and spasmed, as if having a seizure while her demon copy gave her a blow job that would make any man beg for more. It felt incredible; but still wrong in so many ways, as she had no choice but to deal with the sensations.

“I can see how much you like it. Let me show you even more nifty things it can do.” The Demon Annie whispered seductively, sliding her hand down the shaft, past the useless pussy and towards the vulnerable woman’s ass. “I added a little button inside this hole. Kinda’ like the other button you’re so fond of. I think you’ll enjoy this.”

Annie felt the corrupt duplicate slip a finger into her asshole, pushing in deeply until she felt an out of place but familiar sensation. It sent a jolting surge of pleasure through her body; similar to having her g-spot played with. It made her new cock dance and wiggle in the demoness’ grip. A heated pressure built up in her loins. Something she was more familiar with. A sensation she felt just before squirting her girl-cum during an orgasm. The demoness aggressively finger banged Annie’s ass while jerking her new flesh, releasing the pressure. From natural experience, Annie thought her pussy was going to rupture, followed by a wave of euphoria. Instead, the pressure shot up through her virginal cock. She was unprepared for what happened next.

“WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She yelled as her dick spasmed, popping off her very first load and cumming pink slime all over her stomach. Even hitting herself in the tits and face as well.

This was a new level of orgasm. A different kind of release she was feeling. Like a door that had been locked and now open as she felt wave after wave of euphoria wash over her body. It continued on, spilling copious amounts of the pink mess all over her hips, into her own pussy, and down the crack of her ass. Still being finger fucked by her freaky copy. When she couldn’t scream anymore, she bit her lips and moaned while enjoying the sensations she was feeling. Her new sexual organ just showed her a phenomenal kind of pleasure, and intense curiosity suddenly came over her. Mixed with a small amount of shame that seemed to disappear with every squirt.

“Was that good for you?” Demon Annie said with a grin, releasing the other’s dick and flicking her wrist. Causing a glob of Annie’s cum to splatter on the floor. Moving slowly, she crawled on top of her repressed template. The tip of the cock millimeters away from her pussy. “You are so beautiful, even with a penis. I am enjoying the different faces you make with every new sensation I show you.”

Demon Annie leaned down and began kissing the human. Then lowered her pussy, teasing the tip of the cock. The exhausted Annie let out a moan but grabbed her other’s ass. Pulling her down on top of her greased pole, begging for more. The Demon Annie just smiled and let the cock slip deeper inside her.

“I guess you like my gift?” Demon Annie said with a smile.

“Just fuck me you bitch!” she replied with half open eyes.

“As you wish,” she said, gently moving her hips making Annie writhe and moan even more.

The demoness loved teasing her as much as possible. But the moment wasn’t so much about teaching her a lesson. She just wanted to fuck her now. The demoness moved her hips faster, milking Annie’s cock as she moaned beneath her. She teased Annie’s nipples with her thumbs. Then leaned down and made little circles around them with her supernatural forked tongue. Annie grabbed her Demon Doppelganger’s ass, enjoying every passing second. She didn’t care about slime, or abstinence, or even what this demon version of her was. She wanted to fuck with her new penis, and feel all the pleasures it had to offer.

“Yes! YES! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She yelled like a brain dead nympho, practically drooling as the demoness’ pussy squeezed her cock. Milking it like a master and she didn’t want it to stop.

“Oh yeah, I want you to cum in me you little slut. You gonna cum for Momma?”

“I…. want…to… cum!”

“I know you do. Go ahead. Cum for me, cum for me now you little whore. Empty yourself into me, empty everything!”

“I… I cum… I cumming… I… good girl… I… CUM!” Annie screamed her broken words as she suddenly unloaded into the demonic pussy riding her shaft.

She didn’t care about anything. She didn’t care if someone called the cops because of her screams. She didn’t care if her neighbor came barging into see what was happening. She actually began to wonder what the demoness would do to Allison if it happened. The thought just made Annie orgasm even harder.

“Yes! Yes! YES!” Annie yelled louder as the room began to spin. All she could hear was Demon Annie moaning and laughing on top of her.

Annie’s orgasm eventually slowed and her dick softened. Sliding out of the other woman’s hole and spilling their combined cum onto the floor. Just before her world faded to black, she felt a sting against her neck. Her eyes snapped open, her breathing quickened, and heart pumped like she just received a shot full of adrenaline. Annie noticed her sex charged duplicate waving a finger in front of her eyes. The fingernail looked inhumanly sharp with a very small drop of blood and pink slime mixing together at the tip.

“We’re not done yet.” the spectral Annie spoke, her tone between sexual and threatening.

“I can’t… I can’t take an-anymore.” Annie panted, trying to catch her breath. “My clit… my dick… it’s spent.”

The fiendish copy merely twirled her finger, as if spinning a set of invisible keys. An electrical crackle filled the room. A mild stench of ozone invaded Annie’s nostrils, as if she pressed her nose against an air purifying ionizer. Then her copy stopped twirling her finger and pointed the sharpened fingernail right between Annie’s legs. A small pink bolt of lightning fired out of the tip and struck her cock. It instantly swelled and stood to attention. Throbbing almost painfully, even convincing Annie it had grown thicker and longer than before. A dabble of precum leaked from the tip.

“Like I said, we’re not done yet.”

Annie broke down into tears. The fluid felt thick while flowing from her eyes. As if the slime within her body had reached her skull. The painful throbbing of her revived cock couldn’t be ignored. Nor could the dull soreness in both of her tender holes.

“Why are y-you doing this t-to me?” Annie sobbed.

Her corrupted counterpart raised an opened hand in the direction of her cupboard. Its doors immediately turned to ash and splinters. The tin box containing Annie’s brand new tarot deck exploded. Sending everything within across living room. One card in particular flew right into the doppelganger’s hand. She gripped it between her middle and index fingers. Then flipped her wrist to reveal the card to the teary-eyed woman. It was the Lovers, upside down like before. Now featuring two naked women. Both resembling Annie and moving on the card. One was furiously fingering herself. The other was stroking a long, inhuman cock.

“To make you learn self-love, Annie.”

-What’s going to happen in my near future?- the question resurfaced.

The Queen of Wands, the Tower, and the Magician cards came to mind.

-I’m going to struggle for my desires.- Annie’s answer echoed in her thoughts.

The Demon Annie dropped the card and closed her eyes, flexing every muscle in her body. Focusing as much of her other worldly energy as possible. The real Annie could only watch in aroused horror as a legion of flesh colored tentacles erupted from the other being’s back. Eight in total. Annie immediately remembered the Eight of Swords tarot card: a woman bound and surrounded by danger. The tentacles violently thrashed about, filling the apartment with air whipping noises. Four circled around and latched onto Annie’s limbs, coiling across her arms and legs. Her arms were pinned behind her back while her legs were spread apart. The other Annie grunted and lifted the human off the floor, holding her in air.

“Are you ready?”

The real Annie looked at her dark twin and spotted the two cocks from before had returned. Slime cum liberally poured from the tips. The tentacles brought her within range of the phalli. The other woman gripped her by the hips and eased her twin dicks into Annie’s body. One in her pussy, the other in her ass. Annie howled in pleasure as sensitivity returned to her now drooling cunt. Suddenly more tentacles assaulted her body. Two wrapped around her breasts like before and latched onto her nipples. Suckling them. Another; though thinner, wrapped around her cock. Massaging up and down from its base to the mushroom cap, and teasing to penetrate her tiny urethra. The eighth tendril swatted her soft ass cheeks repeatedly.