Keiko woke up with blinding lights overhead, rubbing her head as she came to. The cold, metallic floor caused her ebony nipples to stiffen and spade to twitch. She remembered getting to the manor's massive doors, everything after that was just a blur. “You know Keiko,” a deep voice said through an intercom. “If you wanted to take a tour all you had to do was ask. Since you decided to take it upon yourself to trespass though, know that your time here is forfeit. I have something special planned for you, so if you're good then you'll be free to leave here safe and relatively unharmed.”

Plates shifted and opened beneath the kitsune as crimson and butterscotch tentacles jutted out from the floor, wiggling and writhing closer from their holes. They suspended her above the ground with little effort, kicking out before feeling it wrapped by one of the appendages. She looked around, trying to find a way out of her predicament, only to see a two way pane of glass covering the middle of every wall. Only one figure was visible, mostly hidden in shadow save for the cherry red glow of a cigarette that lit up his face whenever he took a long drag. The short pause gave Keiko a brief moment to see her captor, a gargantuan blonde haired husky with eyes as dark as night.

“But-” she started to cry out. “Silence!” Cenegan barked, a slight snarl showing off a section of his pearly whites. “Talking back to the master of Ragetree Manor has consequences, so I suggest you keep that mouth shut and be a good little bitch.” The black and blue felt something slimy rubbing over her limbs, so focused on pleading that she didn't realize that the red on the tentacles were shaped like canine dicks of different sizes. At least one of them would be enough to stretch out her tight little spade, causing a whine to escape those clenched teeth.

Each limb started to be wrapped up, spreading her legs as another wriggled and inched closer to her entrance. Copious amounts of thick lubrication dripped off it, creating small ropy strands to stretch off it. She grabbed one with her left hand, fighting for her life to keep from being speared but couldn't break free. Her strength was no match for the otherworldly brawn coiling around her arms and legs.

The knotted feeler rubbed itself across her silken opening, ensuring it was slick enough before beginning to force the tip straight in. She gasped, the head lodging past her entrance while it thrusted in and out like a typical cock. Keiko did her best to fight it, but she couldn't deny how good it made her feel for very much longer. She wasn't horny earlier, but already her body felt as though it was on fire with lust. Her inhibitions were becoming more lax, letting out soft moans as the tentacles began rubbing on her foot pads and leaving more of that viscous residue in its place.

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