VILLAINS LEAGUE

Brand new heroine "Night-Hawk" has just donned her outfit for the first time and taken to the streets.  It's not long before she hears reports of a villain on main street over the police scanner, and she quickly moves to intercept the unknown menace...

<Failed Experiments>: *Tendrils swirl in air, emitting low creaks as skin on inside of curves creases against rubber surface whilst emerging from shadows, looking over you curiously*

<Night-Hawk>: What manner of villain are you, beast? Not that it matters much, for I'll dispatch you and your monstrous ways easily enough with my new crime-fighting skills and combat costume!
<Failed Experiments>: *Enamored with Combat Costume - Very fitting and alluring, but refocuses as I approach.  
<Night-Hawk>: I don't know where you came from, but these streets are mine to protect, so I'll give you one chance to flee now, else you'll know my wrath, evil doer!

<Failed Experiments>: *Steps forwards, large feet stomping against the ground with each motion, creating low tremors against the ground as my tendrils continue to swirl around me, the smooth, rubbery appendages emitting low creaks with each motion. I send two shooting towards you, each aimed for your arms as they look to coil around your wrists*

<Night-Hawk>: My eyes track the movement, but the awkward 'hands on hips' pose was no position from which to dodge. I twist away as fast as I can, but only dodge one of the tendrils, the other wrapping around my right wrist. A flash of shock across my face is quickly covered by indignity. "Eww! Get your gross tentacle off of me right now!"

<Failed Experiments>: *Whilst one tendril misses, the other finds it's target, sliding against your latex and creasing the material against your skin with low squeaks and creaks emitted from the shiny outfit. Whilst you're distracted, I send another tendril through the air, aiming to slide around your waist whilst two more slither against the ground, hoping to coil around your ankles unseen*

<Night-Hawk>: I quickly reach down with my free arm to try and pry the probing appendage from my wrist, though find it surprisingly difficult to budge. "Eww, eww, eww!" I whine as the tendril creeps up my arm, wrapping tightly around it. I'm so grossed out that I start bunny hopping on my feet, bouncing my curves in a pathetic display. I'm so focused on prying off the rubbery tentacle, I don't even see the others coming until they already hit me. One wraps tight around my ankles, and I would've fallen face first on the ground if another hadn't wrapped around my narrow waist. "Oh gross!!!" I drop the tentacle I've been fighting and try to stop the larger tendril around my waist from trapping me.

<Failed Experiments>: *Having successfully distracted you with my tendril gripping your wrist, the smooth appendage slithering around your latex coated arm, I latch two more against your ankles, gripping them tightly as the third coils around your waist, my skin sliding against yours as the thick, rubbery surface slides around your body, unabated by your attempts to free yourself. The tentacles at your ankles begin to climb your legs, the shiny latex coating them squeaking loudly in protest as the firm muscle slides around your calves, overtaking your knees and squeezing the flesh of your thighs, the tips lightly tracing the skin of your inner thighs. To finish restraining you completely, I send one final tendril to capture your free hand prying at the appendage around your waist, looking to make you completely helpless*

<Night-Hawk>: "How are they so strong!" I whine as I'm unable to budge the coiling tendrils, and I feel them wrapping and climbing over my skin. The sensation is unlike anything I've felt before, clearly having so much power but containing an almost tender element to the touch as they explore my skin. The 5th tendril easily pulls my one resisting hand up, and holds it in place. I wiggle and writhe as I feel my body overpowered and explored by the thick, rubbery tentacles. With my head still free, I look up at you, my face a mix of surprise, disgust, and anger. "Unhand me right now, monster! Or.. or.. or you'll regret it!" I try to sound confident, but my voice cracks as my inner thighs are engulfed in your grip.

<Failed Experiments>: *As my tendril coils around your remaining limb, I see through your defiance, knowing full well that even you yourself do not believe your own words, unsure if it is I you want to convince, or yourself. In any case, it is clear to both of us you aren't in any position to threaten. My tendrils pull at your arms, lifting them above your head, the motion accentuating your breasts as my appendage around your waist coils further up to your midsection, the topmost part of the tendril pushing up against the bottom of your breasts, emphasizing them further. My tendrils at your arms slide along to your biceps, reaching your skin as they slowly begin to approach your chest whilst the tentacles at your legs squeeze your thighs between their grips, the tips slithering further up your inner thighs and lightly brushing against your labia beneath your suit*

<Night-Hawk>: "Oh god... they're so tight..." I struggle with all my might to escape the tendrils, to find even an inch of reprieve from their tight grip, but it amounts to little more than shaking my chest side to side in an accidentally erotic display. "This isn't how it's supposed to go!" Panic starts to fill my face as I realize just how outclassed I am. "The hero is supposed to win!" I freeze in place as my more intimate parts are teased by your appendages. "Wha- what are you doing! Get those gross thing away from there!

<Failed Experiments>: *Your body sways sensually from side to side, your breasts jiggling from the motions, doing little more than giving me a show as your tiny latex bikini top barely holds your ample orbs in place. The tendrils restraining your arms run over your shoulders, sliding down along your collarbone and chest, the two appendages squeezing between your cleavage and trailing the bottom of your breasts, wrapping around in a spiral motion as the tips slip beneath the tiny latex covering only your nipples, the smooth ends tracing your areola softly as the main bodies of the tendrils tighten and squeeze your breasts beneath their touch*

<Night-Hawk>: My face turns beet red as your conquering of my body continues. I can't believe I picked such a revealing outfit for my first day as a heroine, as with so little skin covered it gives you nearly free reign to touch, grope, squeeze, or punish any part of me you want. My breasts separate, immediately surrendering to the powerful tendrils pressing between them, and I gasp out, my hot breathe showing on the tendril over my collarbone. The squeeze is almost as painful as it is humiliating, and I can only hope no cameras are capturing my current peril.

<Failed Experiments>: *The tips of my tendrils slide around your areolas, tracing the sensitive skin softly as the ends reach the edges of your nipples, caressing and coiling around whilst squeezing nipples softly, slits opening at the tips and taking your nipples into them, latching onto your breasts as a vacuum sucks on your sensitive spots, smaller appendages lapping at the tips. Between your legs, one of the tentacles slides the end against your labia, running the smooth surface against the shiny latex coating your core, pressing down against your folds and emitting low vibrations against your skin, before reaching your clit, the appendage stroking in slow, circular motions*

<Night-Hawk>: "oooh fuck..." I can't help but moan out as my breasts are suckled and the tiny patch of latex covering my slit does nothing to dull the vibrations you send into me. "This is so gross... I can't believe this is happening." My head shoots around side to side as I flail in humiliated agony, my breathe becoming heavier against my will. The coil around my waist tightens, but I can tell I'm only feeling a fraction of your power. I open my mouth wide as I let out a pitiful and sexually confused moan.

<Failed Experiments>: *As your mouth opens, I slide one more tendril along your shoulder, slithering around your neck, though not squeezing, not intending to choke or render you unconscious, but only to slide against your jawline, running the tendril against your cheek, and slipping the tip between your parted lips, swirling it around your tongue, forcing you into a mixture of a french kiss and fellatio. My tendril between your legs slipping beneath your latex panties and squeezing your bare folds beneath, before parting them and forcing your entrance to open to me, the thick, rubbery tendril inserted into your pussy as the end wiggles against your pink innards*

<Night-Hawk>: "This can't be happening... this can't be hap-- OOF!" I'm cut off mid word as the new tendril forces it's way into my mouth, gagging me. My eyes widen in disbelief as my cheeks burn an even brighter shade of red. I try and wiggle and pull my head back, but am held firmly in place, completely helpless to the new invasion. "mmmFFGggg!!" All of my power and strength is completely useless, and I can only hope you are merciful, or I'm saved by an outside force soon. I stop wiggling as I sensed you were gaining some pleasure from my mouth moving around your appendage. But that only lasts a moment as you enter me from beneath, easily pushing aside the slutty heroine outfit I chose to wear. It lifts my body up as it pushes into me, forcing my mouth up further around the tentacle in my mouth. I can't turn my head, but I try and plead at you with my eyes as the wriggling, coiling, sucking, teasing tendrils explore every inch of my mostly exposed body.

<Failed Experiments>: *My tentacle in your mouth swirls around your tongue, the two tendrils at your breasts latch onto and suckle on your nipples, the main bodies fondling and squeezing your breasts as the tips are lapped by the smaller tendrils within. My tentacles around your arms shift, pressing your wrists together as a single appendage swirls around both, keeping your hands together above your head. My tendrils work in tandem to lift your feet from the ground, removing any security you may have felt as the appendage between your legs sinks deep into your pussy, the tip wiggling against and squeezing your insides, the thick, smooth tentacle stretching your inner walls as it emits a low pulse, sending reverberations against your most sensitive area as the main body further down presses against your clit, curling around and squeezing your soft spot*

<Night-Hawk>: "MMMMFfffffmmmff!" I try to resist the sexual onslaught, but am completely restrained. The only part of my body not currently under the control of your powerful tendrils are my fingers, which splay out wide before curling into fists to the same rhythm as you lowermost tendril penetrates into me, deeper and deeper. Despite the humiliation, and despite knowing this may very well be my end, the intense contact over nearly every inch of my skin and inside two of my holes leaves me with a rapidly growing warmth. Being so completely helpless, so thoroughly and immediately overpowered, only for my assailant to violate me in such a way awakens something primal deep inside me, something I could never admit, but something I certainly could no longer deny in the moment. Each deep thrust into my slit pushes me up, driving the mouth tendril deeper to the back of my mouth and into my throat, the two moving in near unison as they impale my sexily clad body.

<Failed Experiments>: *My tendrils hold on tightly, your wrists tightly bound, your legs forced to spread, allowing passage for my thick tentacle to squeeze into your pussy, shaping your labia around it's girth and spread your insides as I fuck you harder and faster with my wiggling appendage. Your muffled moans send pleasure through my tendril as I force it deeper into your mouth, the tip tickling your throat as the suction at your breasts increases further in intensity, keeping your breasts constantly stimulated along with your pussy as all 3 emit another pulse, sending the reverberations against all of your sensitive spots, before sending another... and another... rhythmically, pausing in between vibrations, but little by little... the gaps between each one decrease a little... each a little more intense than the last...*

<Night-Hawk>: Between the rhythmic pulses of indescribable pleasure and minor oxygen deprivation, my body continues it's deep betrayal as I'm held in the air. My breathing becomes more and more erratic, and my hips develop a mind of their own, trying to buck with and against the invading appendage. As the speed increases, it becomes more of a bouncing motion, with the thrust lifting me into the air and sliding my mouth around the other intrusive tendril. My breasts bounce as much as they can whilst being held in place by lapping and sucking assailants. I feel myself getting closer and closer, my thighs pulsing and clenching as I approach climax. My eyes look around desperately, and spot the local news crew capturing and streaming the entire event live to the entire city. Thank god I wore my mask today I think to myself as my body starts bucking in surrender to you.

<Failed Experiments>: *I feel your motions begin to reciprocate with my own, your body moving to not only accommodate the invasion of my tendrils, but welcome it... encourage my violation of your most sensitive and private areas, no longer resisting my advance, almost as if silently demanding more. The reverberations against your nipples and inside your pussy become near constant, the intensity increasing further as vibrations run against your most sensitive areas. My tendril begins to coil inside your pussy, inserting more of my appendage inside as the tip rolls up, curling itself and expanding it's presence inside you, stretching your inner walls wider and wider as your insides squeeze against it. The tendril between your lips slides up and down your tongue, the tip pressing against the back of your throat as your mouth gets the same treatment as your pussy, another whole to be fucked as your nipples are sucked and squeezed by the tiny orifices lining the ends of my tentacles*

<Night-Hawk>: The pressure and intensity of pulsing grows into a crescendo, and I can't hold back anymore. I can't even stop the wave crashing through my supply body knowing my humiliating surrender was being broadcast across all major news channels. "MMMMFGGHGH!!!!!" I moan deeper than I have in my life, and my thighs spend all of their strength trying to clench together as I throw my head back and my entire body convulses in a level of ecstasy I've never before known. I arcing of my back and lifting of my chin allows the appendage in my mouth to shove completely down my throat, visually distorting my neck as it completely blocks my airway. The orgasm rocks my entire body, and at the same time as my womanly fluids gush down out of my slit around the massive tentacle inside of it, both breasts squirt there surrender to the constant suckling and licking sensation across my nipples, a small but stead stream of milk dripping down my chest, most of which is lapped up by your appendage.   It feels like an eternity as I'm trapped in humiliating bliss, but finally it subsides, and I feel more drained than I have ever been, so completely spent I almost pass out as my body slumps down into your grasp. *At least it's over* I think to myself, but then notice the tendrils have not loosened their grip at all, with one tight around my waist, and one lodged in my airway as the others hold my arms together above my head and my legs spread, I would be panting raggedly, if I could breathe at all.

<Failed Experiments>: *I feel your body tensing, your back attempting to arch as your head raises, my tendril slipping further down your throat from your motions allowing passage, your insides tighten as you attempt to moan, telling me exactly what your body wants to... that you're surrendering yourself to me. I thrust my tendril into your pussy and out in a rapid pace, forcing you to take more of my thick appendage as I look to fuck you hard through your orgasm and heighten your climax. The milk seeping from your nipples is collected through the fleshy tubes, sucking it directly from your breasts as the excess begins to seep out from the near invisible gaps between my tendrils and your areolas, the main bodies of the appendages squeezing and fondling your breasts in the process.*

*I feel your juices gush from deep inside as the tendril within opens it's own small slit, emitting a hot, thick, sticky fluid that propels from the newly formed orifice with force, mixing with your own and spreading against your insides. As your climax washes over you, I feel your body go near limp in my grasp, held only by the tight grip of my tendrils. My tentacle remains deep inside your pussy, though keeping still as the appendages against your breasts follow suit. I pause for a moment, allowing you to take in the humiliation of your defeat... before adding one final insult. My tendril at your waist slowly constricts, squeezing your body tightly and gradually crushing you. The tentacle at your throat begins to close around and squeeze your neck whilst the tip remains lodged down your throat, looking to make the heroine's defeat to me absolute, undeniable, and impossible to ever forget...*

<Night-Hawk>: An overwhelming sense of shame floods through me, replacing the ecstatic bliss. *That did NOT just happen!* I think to myself, struggling to come to terms with the violation I just experienced. I can see on the camera crews face that it was extremely obvious what just happened. *Oh god... why couldn't he have just killed me! I'll never live this down as my first fight...* Just as I finish that thought, I fell the tendrils start coiling again. *Well fuck...*. Tighter and tighter it wraps around my waist and neck, each coil crushing me down further and further until my ribs start emitting small pops and cracks. My face is purple red from both embarrassment and strangulation. Complete panic takes over as I realize this might by my last fight as well. I writhe spastically, my toe pointing and curling in my boots as I can barely do more than shake in place, a most pathetic display for would be heroine. My vision dims more and more, till only a pinlight exists in the very center and I finally come to terms with the fact that this wasn't even a fight for you. I wasn't your opponent, I was just prey. Prey for you to consume in whatever way you desired, to toy with as long, or as short, as you wanted. And I sure played into the role of helpless pray perfectly. My mind starts shutting down just as another series of pops comes from my constricted ribs, and I can't but notice what may be my last moments are spent still impaled in two holes by a monsters appendage, all broadcast over prime time.

<Failed Experiments>: *As I feel your struggles and attempts to move slow to a complete stop, I know your consciousness has left you, no longer aware, feeling or otherwise reacting to outside stimuli. At this point, the humiliation, the pain, the trauma of being not only defeated, but also sexually assaulted - On live TV at that - probably makes you wish for death... but that would be too easy, I am not so merciful. My tendril at your throat retracts, sliding from your skin and pulling out from between your lips, allowing your lungs to fill with air once more. I release your waist and relieve the pressure, as well as sliding the tip of my tendrils from your pussy and uncoiling from your legs, letting your feet dangle as your juices run down your inner thighs. The appendages at your breasts release your nipples with a wet slapping sound, specks of your milk flicking against both yours and my skin, small droplets crashing to the ground.  I turn with you, holding you up by the wrists as I decide that, instead of killing you, as you likely believed was my intent, I would bring you back to our lair, back to where it will only be you and us, wondering how you would fare against the others... or all of us... I carry you away to find out.