"Delta Tappa Sorority House, Kristi speaking."
“Mmmuuuhhhhh…” came the voice on the other end. Unbeknownst to the sorority sister, Donna was readying her attack.
“Jesus Christ, not again!” Kristi knew about the obscene phone call problem the sorority house had been experiencing, and she’d had enough. “Listen, you sick asshole…”
“Guuurrrrhhhhhhungghhhhhh…” Donna repeated, extending her tentacle tongue through the mouthpiece.
“That’s it; I’m calling the cops…” Donna’s thick tentacle tongue darted from the earpiece before Kristi could finish, latching on to her heavily pierced earlobe. She screamed, and tried to drop the receiver. A stream of thinner tentacles swarmed from the earpiece, some wrapping around her hand and the others forcing their way inside her mouth. She gagged as they squirmed inside her mouth and down her throat, leaving a slimy, sour residue on her tongue and teeth.
The tentacles began forcibly moving her forearm, and she screamed mutely, her eyes growing wide as she saw its destination. The receiver was being pulled toward her abdomen; even now, the mouthpiece was swarming with a fresh mass of tentacles. Half of them forced their way up her short-cut tank top, probing underneath and tearing apart her bra to reach and tweak her nipples. The rest slid beneath the waist of her jeans, shredding the fabric as they forced their way through her panties.
The tentacles suspended the frightened girl in mid-air,
snaking deep inside her throat as the lower feelers wormed around to her
asshole and through her pubes to her vagina. She bellowed in sweet but painful
anguish, trying desperately to escape this bizarre predicament before it was
too late…
Fri May 3 22:07:14 2002