he tentacle wrapped lovingly around her throat, it's sucker-cups alternately
taking and releasing their hold on her pale, soft skin. She inhaled deeply, and
held the breath inside of her. She focused on what felt like dozens upon dozens
of little round prickly sucking fingers spreading down the surface of her back
between her shoulder blades. Every passing minute soon seemed to bring a new slimy, softly rubberish appendage to wrap around her, a new limb to caress her. They were coiling in and out and around each other like a massive pulsating living Celtic knot, with her at the centre. As each new tentacle twined it's way along and about her, she fell deeper and deeper under their spell.
Each new limb found a new and unoccupied place on her body to explore. Until there was no place left, and all that was visible was the seething ball of thick fleshy ropes around her.
She was not aware of the encroaching darkness as the tentacles encased her. By the time that she was completely enclosed and no more light could reach her it was too late. But it didn't matter. She still was unaware as they tightened around her. She was in some kind of tantric bliss as the rubbery vice crushed her ribs, and then the air out of her lungs.
As her once rigid form was extinguished under the strength of thousands of elastic omnihensile arms, she knew what it felt like to have no restricting inner impediments. She felt the freedom of living as an invertebrate.
But only for a moment.
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