The Mansion by RubberMatt
Plum could feel every twitch in her finger as she leaned in close to the statue, arm reaching out toward it.
… it’s the only way.
Plum pulled against the tendrils with one final, exhausted tug. Her actions served only to hasten the inevitable. No more than half a meter away from her now, Plum recoiled at the sight of countless tentacles sprouting from the suit, grabbing at her clothes.
Plum failed to appraise her situation. Everywhere the suit touched her, it sent sparks of pure pleasure dancing across her skin. Everywhere the suit squeezed her, it sent ecstatic waves into her very core. She no longer remembered how she’d gotten here. She no longer remembered where here was.
Her breathing was fast and shallow. ‘What now?’
She writhed against the suit’s slow undulations against her skin. She could have sworn it was breathing somehow.
Getting someone else to take your place in the suit doesn’t mean you get to leave …. there are plenty of other suits ……
Faint muffled cries of feminine outrage and pleasure were completely drowned out by the creaking of ultra tight rubber and some very loud buzzing …..