Don't Get Caught Getting Fucked by Tentacles in the Underground Garage
"Did something just make a noise in your bag?"
The woman standing by the door was the first to speak. Sea tightened her arms around the bag and shook her head.
"Ah, no. The packing tape must've... come loose or something."
Before she had even finished, plastic rustled inside the bag. Through the gap in the half-open zipper, something black flashed for an instant. Sea clapped a palm over the opening in a panic, and the person standing opposite her glanced down at the bag as well.
No. You can't come out here...
Sea hugged the bag tight against her chest. She was pressing her forearm over the zipper so it wouldn't open any farther when something cold and slick brushed the back of her hand.
"Eek...!"
At the short sound, both of them turned their eyes to Sea's face.
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes. My hand got caught..."
In that moment a slender tentacle slipped out through the zipper and slid into the space between the bag and her body. Its tip worked in beneath the open front of her zip-up hoodie and latched onto her side.
Her spine went rigid. She wanted to drop the bag, but she couldn't let those two see it. Sea seized the tentacle through the hoodie.
"..."
The elevator stopped on the first floor. The two of them looked back at Sea once more, then stepped out. Sea moved to follow, only to halt when the tentacle at her side tugged.
If she walked into the lobby like this, someone was bound to notice.
Sea pressed the button for the first basement level. The moment the doors shut she tried to set the bag down, but the tentacle cinched briefly around her waist.
Let go...! Please, not now.
Inside the hoodie, the tentacle wound once around her waist. From within the bag came another long rip of tape.
Riiip.
Sea grabbed the tentacle with both hands and pulled. The soft body only stretched; it would not come off. The elevator soon reached B1.
When the doors opened, the damp smell of concrete drifted in. Confirming that the parking garage was empty, Sea clutched the bag to her chest and bolted for the emergency stairs.
"Hurry... I have to close it, hurry. Shit, goddammit... why does this tape peel off so easily!"
She set the bag down on the landing and yanked the zipper open. The plastic bag inside was already torn in a long gash. Seeing the black cover poking out between the towels and starting to spread, she pressed it shut with both hands.
"No! Stay closed!"
Beneath her palms the book gave a violent heave. Sea threw the weight of her upper body onto it, but the towels and the book slid sideways. The Black Book tumbled out of the bag and fell open wide.
Tentacles surged up all at once from between the pages.
"Ah...!"
Sea bent to slam the book shut. But the tentacle already inside her hoodie yanked hard at her waist. As her back arched, two more limbs whipped around her thighs.
"Again...!"
Instead of an answer, the tentacle around her waist hauled her upright. Sea lost her balance and grabbed the railing in front of her. The open book lay on the landing floor, about a step behind her heels.
She reached back with her right hand. Her fingertips aimed for the corner of the book, but the instant she tried to turn, the tentacles on her thighs pulled in opposite directions.
"Ah...! I don't want this!! Don't do this here..."
Under the hoodie, the tentacle around her waist shoved her belly toward the railing. Cold steel pressed into her lower abdomen through her clothes. Another tentacle climbed the hem of her long skirt and shoved it all the way up to her waist in one motion.
Thighs and ass were laid bare.
When Sea tried to drag the skirt back down, a thin tip hooked her underwear and yanked it aside.
"Wait...! No, they'll see! P-please! I'm begging you! Let's just... do it at home, okay?"
If that one door opened, anyone in the garage would have a clear view inside. Sea clung to the railing with her left hand and tried to haul the skirt down.
The tentacles around her thighs forced her legs apart.
A thick one rose from behind. Its rounded tip was slick and dripping with clear slime. It slid between her spread cheeks and pressed against the entrance of her pussy, which was still dry.
"N-no...! It still hurts, I said."
The slime-smeared tip pushed firmly against her opening. When Sea jerked her hips forward, the tentacle around her waist hauled her belly back again. The rounded head forced its way into her parted cunt.
"Aagh...!"
Her insides were shoved open all at once around the thick tentacle. The place that had been roughly taken earlier was still sensitive. Sea tightened her grip on the railing and rose onto her heels.
"Pull out...! Please, pull out..."
The tentacle did not move. More than half of it was buried, pressed taut against her vaginal walls, lodged there without stirring.
A moment later, one suction cup near the entrance contracted.
"Nnh...!"
Flesh was drawn inward in a round pull. Soon a suction cup deeper inside repeated the same motion. Small sucks traveled one after another from the entrance inward, crawling up along her walls.
"Wh-what are you... hnn!"
The suction cup at the deepest point latched on, then let go. Sea's lower belly twitched. Only then did the tentacle slowly withdraw and drive back in deep.
It did not pound her fast the way it had before. Between each long, deep stroke, the suction cups seized her walls in sequence. The more Sea tried to scramble forward, the more the tentacle at her waist dragged her hips back.
"Hnnngh...! Wh-what if someone comes...!"
Sea worked her right hand into the gap of the tentacle around her waist. Even when she shoved her fingers in, the wet body only dented for a moment. Every time the thick tentacle sank deep, the body leaning on the railing was pushed forward.
Wet, slapping sounds spread through the narrow stairwell.
Sea bit her lip. She tried to twist toward the book behind her, but the two limbs around her thighs would not release the spread of her stance.
A slender tip that had slipped inside her underwear pressed beside her clitoris.
"Hht...!"
Sea's knees buckled for an instant. The tip did not cover the sensitive bud directly; it pressed the area around it once, then drew back. A fitful touch that returned to the same spot the moment she let her guard down.
"Don't... ahhnn!"
The thick tentacle began a short thrust inside her. The pressure filling her depths stayed constant while the suction cups along the buried length stuck and released on their own. The sensation of her walls being gripped and pulled inward whenever they tried to push it out made Sea's thighs tremble.
Then footsteps sounded from the garage.
Sea's body locked.
"Yes, I've just arrived in the basement."
Someone was approaching the emergency stairs while on a call. Sea swallowed her breath and stared at the door. The handle was close enough to reach if she stretched out an arm.
"No... no, don't come."
Sea abandoned the tentacle at her waist and shot her right hand out to seize the door handle. In the very next instant, the handle on the outside began to turn downward.
Clack.
Sea hauled on the handle until her knuckles went white. The door shuddered a little, but it did not open.
"Huh? Why won't this open?"
Sea bit down on the end of her sleeve. Her left hand held the railing; her right held the door handle. She had no hand left to push the tentacle away.
The thick tentacle drove long into her cunt.
"Mmph...!"
Her body was shoved forward, and the arm gripping the handle stretched taut. The suction cups along the buried length contracted one by one from the entrance inward. Stick, pull, release—the sensation raced deeper in a rush.
Outside, the handle dropped again.
"Hht, hnn...!"
Sea bit the sleeve harder. The more she strained to hold the sound in, the tighter her lower belly and her walls clenched together. The tentacle worked in short, fast strokes, rubbing the place inside her that had grown most sensitive.
The slender tip in her underwear pressed around her clitoris again. Once. Twice. On the third pass, the slime-slick tip grazed right over the bud.
"Nnh, nnn...!"
The strength left her legs. When Sea started to sink, the tentacle around her waist lifted her hips and held her at the same height. The thick one stayed buried to her deepest point, suction cups contracting in a chain.
Sea's lower belly suddenly went hard.
Please, please, please...!
Someone was waiting on the other side of the door. If she let go of the handle, she would be caught as she was. Even so, her walls clenched around the tentacle inside her of their own accord. Her toes curled inward, and even the hand on the railing shook.
"The door won't open. I'll go the other way."
The voice outside began to recede.
In that instant the tentacle, still sunk deep, yanked her waist backward. The slender tip pressed hard down on her clitoris as well.
"Hnnnph...!"
Sea trembled all over without letting go of the handle. The smothered moan broke apart inside her sleeve. Her walls clamped the thick tentacle tight again and again before releasing, and the spasms spreading through her knees and thighs would not stop.
After the stifled climax passed, tears slid down her cheeks.
Only once the footsteps had faded completely did Sea let the sleeve fall from her mouth.
"Haa... hhh... stop now..."
The thick tentacle, still buried deep inside her, went rigid. From the body that tightened several times like a pulse, hot fluid poured out.
"Ah...! Don't come inside...!"
Thin white fluid filled her cunt in successive spurts. Every time the tentacle spasmed, heat struck her depths. Some of it leaked out between her spread opening and the tentacle and soaked the insides of her thighs.
After a few twitches, the strength drained from the thick tentacle. The ones gripping her waist and thighs loosened little by little as well.
Sea released the handle and twisted her body backward. The tentacle lodged in her cunt slipped free, and the fluid pooled inside her gushed out all at once. Without even thinking to pull her skirt down, Sea dropped to her knees and crawled across the landing floor.
"Uuuuh..."
She barely managed to reach the book behind her feet. The moment she set both hands on the cover, one remaining tentacle tried to wind around her thigh again. Sea put the full weight of her knees and upper body into pressing the black cover shut.
As the book closed, the tentacles sprawled across the landing were dragged toward the pages all at once. Even the last tip still at her waist vanished, brushing beneath her skirt as it went.
Sea collapsed facedown over the closed book and gasped for breath.
"Haa... ha..."
With shaking hands she straightened her underwear and dragged the skirt down. She wiped the fluid from her thighs, but she could not stop what kept leaking from inside her.
There was no time to wrap the Black Book in the towel again. Sea shoved the torn plastic and the towels into the bag together and laid the book on top of them. After closing the zipper, she held the bag out away from her body.
On the way to the trash collection point at one side of the underground garage, she looked back more than once.
When she lifted the lid of the large bin, her hand stopped.
She had thrown it away in the Academy Reference Room, and the next day the Black Book had been inside her bag anyway.
If I throw it away here, will it just follow me again?
This time she had no idea where it might appear. It could drop onto the bed while she slept, or suddenly slip into her bag in front of other people. Making it vanish before her eyes was somehow more frightening.
"Why do I have to deal with something like this..."
Sea closed the lid of the bin. It wasn't that she wanted to keep the book. She at least needed to know where it was. Better to shut it away somewhere she couldn't see it than to shake until it showed up again.
In the end Sea picked up the bag and got back on the elevator.
When Sea got home, she pulled out the hard travel suitcase that had been stored under the closet.
She wrapped the Black Book several times in a fresh towel and put it inside a thick plastic bag. After tying the mouth of the bag, she shoved it into the innermost part of the suitcase and packed the empty space tight with thick clothes and towels.
Click.
She fastened the suitcase lock. That still wasn't enough, so she wound a luggage strap around the outside twice. Sea tugged the strap several times to make sure it wouldn't come loose, then pushed the suitcase into the farthest corner beneath the desk.
"Hah. Go on, try getting out of there."
There was no answer.
That night, before she slept, Sea checked the suitcase three times. The next day, and the day after that, the lock and the strap were unchanged. For several days, nothing happened.
At first she looked under the desk every time she entered the room. Later she only pressed a hand to the suitcase before turning out the light.
Beneath the hard surface, she felt no movement at all.
That day too, after confirming the lock was still in place, Sea lay down on the bed.
If it's like this... it should be fine.
The light in the room went out.