I stood in front of the large mirror in the gym admiring my reflection. This late at night I usually had the gym to myself, which I always appreciated. I had just finished my cardio on the elliptical and had worked up a nice sheen of sweat on my body. My headphones were playing a popular song that I had mostly tuned out while I worked on catching my breath from the intense cardio.
I rotated myself so that I could check out my ass in the mirror that I had perfected over the years. I have spent so many hours doing squats, various exercises and what truly felt like an infinite number of flights on the stair machine. Looking at my ass in the mirror reminded me how worth it, it all was.
My exercise tights hugged my long toned legs as they went on to hold my firm, shapely ass. They were black with mesh sections along the side of my legs, showing them off but only a bit. Something about the color just did something for me.
I don’t like to brag, but I had sculpted my ass into a work of art that caused men to turn their heads when I would walk by them. My ass then curved inward to my thin and athletic waistline. My hourglass figure was surely accentuated by my additional work, toned and tight.
My grey and black sports bra was holding my perky C-cup breasts in place. I could feel that my nipples had become slightly erect and were beginning to show a little through the sports bra’s fabric. Exercise certainly got me somewhat aroused, whether it was the serotonin or whatever chemicals were released during the exercise.
I could feel a small damp spot in my panties from where they had been rubbing against my clit while I was on the elliptical. I pushed myself to focus on the rest of my exercise. Once I was done here, though, I could head back to my house, grab one of my favorite dildos, take a shower and take care of that smoldering between my legs. I could tell tonight was going to be a good one. I undid my ponytail and let my hair fall; it almost covered my breasts at this length. I gathered it back up and redid the ponytail tight.
I grabbed two of the dumbbells and headed back to the padded floor area in front of the large mirror. I began running through my exercises set-by-set, so focused on them that the rest of the world just faded away to the music I was listening to. I started doing some goblet squats facing away from the mirror, looking at one of the TVs that hung on the wall. Had I not faced away from the mirror I might have seen what was happening.
Behind me the mirror rippled, almost as if someone had thrown a stone into a pond. Soft metallic undulations spread from the center of the mirror forming little metallic waves that continued until hitting the edge of the mirror. It was as if something was pushing on the mirror causing these ripples, but again, I was alone at the gym. Another ripple occurred, this one larger and more forceful as the small metallic waves of the mirror grew larger.
The third time it wasn’t simply a ripple; a small soft-headed point protruded from the mirror stretching the mirror as if it was liquid around itself. It retreated and the mirror once again pushed out its small ripples and then settled back to its normal appearance.
I started my next set of squats feeling the burn in my legs and butt as I pushed myself up. Behind me, the mirror once again flexed but this time the surface of the mirror broke and a slime-covered, eight-inch-thick black tentacle emerged from the mirror. It slowly took in its new environment and twisted in the air a bit. It could sense that I was there, or perhaps it could simply feel my heat or energy. Whatever, it was it knew I was there.
I began to push myself up from the goblet squat that I was in when suddenly something shot out between my legs from behind me. All I saw in the instance was a quick blur of black as I instinctively closed my eyes and dropped the weight in my hands.
Suddenly I was flooded with so many sensations! I could feel something tight around my throat and something warm between my thighs and I couldn’t feel the ground.
The tentacle had extended itself from the mirror and pushed itself between my legs during my squat. In one fluid motion the thick, slime-covered tentacle curled up from between my legs and dragged itself up my chest. In a matter of two seconds the tentacle had wrapped itself tightly around my neck squeezing just tight enough to tell me that it had me, but still allowing me to breathe. It had lifted me off the floor with itself and now suspended me from its one tentacle that was holding me up from between my legs.
The act of lifting me caused the tentacle to rub against my mound and pull slightly tighter on my neck. I grabbed at the tentacle around my neck, trying to loosen its grip. The slime that covered it made my hands slip off, affording me no purchase. Trying to scream out proved to be impossible as all that escaped my lips were soft gasps.
The slime that coated the tentacle began to seep into my clothing between my legs and chest. Where it soaked into the fabric and began to touch my skin it felt warm and my skin began to tingle. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever experienced. The warming soaking into my body had momentarily distracted me from my situation, but that only lasted a moment.
I began to thrash and kick while trying to punch the tentacle as hard as I could. Each blow struck the tentacle but the appendage was soft to the touch, yet also was hard and unyielding. The tentacle effortlessly lifted me higher into the air and pulled me closer to the mirror as if I weighed nothing.
When it pulled me closer to the mirror the sudden acceleration pushed my body against the section of the tentacle that was between my legs. The motion ground my mound into the slimy surface and pushed more of the warming slime into my folds, heating my sex. A soft moan escaped my lips which was purely a reaction to the stimulus and exhilarating sensations my brain was receiving.
The thick tentacle pulled me to within a few inches of the mirror’s surface. Glancing over my shoulder I could see where the mirror appeared to be flexing around the invader as if it were merely reflective water. The creature began to slowly move some of its girth between my legs back and forth, a slow rhythm where it would drag itself forward, creating slack leading up to the portion holding my neck and then just as slowly pulling it back taut.
Each motion ground my mound against the tentacle, every time managing to rub my clit just enough. I had to snap out of this, I didn’t know what this creature was or what it wanted with me but I knew it couldn’t be good. I pushed the growing arousal in my body from my mind and placed both of my hands on the section of the beast between my legs and began to push myself far enough away from it to stop the soft grinding.
The warmth didn’t leave my body, and looking down I could see as I pushed away the trail of slime that was stringing from the tentacle to my body. Mixed in with the slime was some of my own wetness. Behind me two more black tentacles emerged from the mirror, dripping slime.
These tentacles were not as thick as the first, coming in at only two inches in diameter. The two new appendages twisted through the air, aiming for my arms. There was no way that I could fend them off as that would require me to stop pushing my body away from the thicker tentacle.
The tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and pulled at my arms. Even though I was fighting with everything that I had, I felt my muscles that I had just been working out begin to weaken from exhaustion. Holding out for a few more seconds was all that was manageable. The tentacles pulled tight on my wrists, forcing my hands away from the girth between my legs as my body fell back on top of the warm and slick tentacle. Another moan escaped my lips as I made contact.
The tentacles pulled my wrists up so that they were roughly even with my head and held them there. From this position I could see the slime coating my wrists. The warmth began to spread where the slime had contacted my wrists and I could see that some of the slime was being absorbed into my skin.
The slime obviously had to be some kind of powerful aphrodisiac. Was this how the creature captured and subdued its prey? Would it use this to incapacitate me and then eat me?
My panic was renewed as I squirmed and struggled against the tentacles restraining my wrists and holding tight on my neck. The soft rubbing against my mound renewed with its achingly slow back and forth motion. I found my body trying to push harder against the warm tentacle to rub more of my clit on it. It felt good, I couldn’t deny it. I had to escape though; I had to, didn’t I?
From behind me two more tentacles emerged, each about one inch in diameter. These emerged from the mirror at about my waistline. They curled upward and began to trace the boundary where my skin met the bottom of my sports bra. They left trails of slime across my upper stomach and along the bottom of my sports bra.
They would prod at the fabric boundary, squirming against it, and then pull away, resulting in long strings of slime from it to my body. The slime began to work as my stomach began to absorb it, warming me. greeting me with that soft and sensual tingling.
Finally one of the tentacles gained enough purchase and was able to slip beneath the fabric of the sports bra and wormed its way up to my left breast. The other tentacle followed the lead of the first and soon pushed under my sports bra. They curled upwards, wrapping themselves around my breasts and gently massaging them with soft constrictions. As its flesh massaged mine it coated more and more of my breasts with the slime.
Once a large majority of my breasts were covered in slime the tentacles were able to glide against the surface of my breasts even easier. The new sensation ignited an even deeper burning within my loins. I found myself squirming, trying to escape yet also trying to do anything to extinguish the growing need in my loins.
The moans were harder to hold back now as I was completely restrained and at the creature’s mercy. The tentacle that had wrapped itself around my left breast slid some of itself forward so that my breast was still held in its coils but it had some length now at the end.
With that extra length it curled itself towards my left nipple. It tentatively tapped itself against my nipple, leaving small amounts of slime. My nipples had already become hard at this point, but with the direct stimulation and slime my left nipple stood as erect as I think it ever has, as if it was begging for more of the slime.
The creature must have sensed this, for it took the tip of the tentacle and began to circle my nipple with itself. It rubbed itself over my nipple, spreading the slime. The soft slime-covered friction felt so good against my nipple as my entire left breast now was consumed with the warmth. I realized that I had stopped struggling against the bonds that held me and had relaxed in their hold. The tentacle that had wrapped itself around my neck had even loosened, allowing me to breathe easier.
I sucked in a deep breath of air followed by another. I screamed at the top of my lungs as loud as I could, “Let me go you disgusting thing. Just let me go.”
I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but I got no response and the tentacle tightened its grip around my neck. Not as tight as it had been before though; I was still able to breathe and speak.
More tentacles emerged from the mirror, in various shapes and sizes. I quickly glanced back and forth over my two shoulders trying to see them all and keep track of them. Two thinner tentacles made their way to my sports bra, wrapping themselves under and then over it.
With what seemed like no effort at all the tentacles tore my sports bra in half, exposing my slime-soaked and tentacle-coiled breasts to the air-conditioned gym air. The sudden cool air on my breasts mixed with the slime gave me a sudden chill that greatly contrasted the warmth the slime had spread into my body.
My right nipple now stood at attention, aching for attention, almost painfully so. Looking down at my chest I felt more panic, but beneath that panic I also felt a sudden stirring. The coils around my breasts continued their clenching while the tentacle end that had been teasing my left nipple wrapped itself around my nipple tightly. It squeezed itself around my nipple and a loud moan escaped my lips along with a slight bucking from my hips.
The creature took notice immediately of my reaction. Another tentacle that had emerged quickly moved towards my now heaving breasts. It found a gap between the tentacle wrapped around my breast where my flesh was exposed.
It laid itself on that bare spot and it almost felt like little kisses were being planted on me. It moved itself to a new bare spot and continued with its soft kisses on my body. My soft gasps punctuated the air, mixed with the various sounds of the slime and tentacles.