The Monster Bait (ZaraPlay and RedOnesGoFaster)

It wasn't exactly a glorious job, but it certainly paid well enough to keep the bills at bay and grant her a good amount of cash for her leisurely time. At least, that's what Rochelle Carter told herself every time she received an assignment from the Blackwood Agency. The Blackwood Agency was a secret little group that prided itself to monster hunting and keeping the civilization in place by making them none the wiser to the threats that lurked in the darkness. There were already bad enough things to worry about in the world, like mundane crime rates, shootings and war for resources. Then again, something like this would be probably a welcomed distraction to the world, which had become rather self-indulgent with things like selfies and it's growing mutation of social media.

Regardless, that wasn't something that was up to Rochelle to decide and frankly something she didn't really care about. As an employee of the Blackwood Agency, she was somewhere in the bottom of the ladder. She wasn't calling the shots in the agency and not even one of the special agents. To put it simply, she was only bait, literally so. There are times when the agency gets more cases when they can handle and somewhere when they hit a dead end when the monsters go into hiding. In this situation, they employ a large portion of 'baits' that scour the city to check out every little lead they could get their hands on, acting as scouts and preliminary investigators. At times, they come out empty handed and nothing happens to them. In other times, horrifying things happened to them. They were expendable and paid only a fraction of what the agents made. However, that was still quite a sum of money when compared to everyday jobs and anything that wasn't in the coorporate level.

The profile to become employed as a bait varied from case to case, but they typically like to employ women. Namely women that were highly attractive, tough and sexually active. The latter part was because sometimes monsters often came out as sexual deviates and tend to do things on women that most wouldn't have the stamina to endure. Being 'fucked silly' is a rather easy way to lose a bait to an assignment. While they weren't regarded highly, it would be appreciated if they could return to tell the tale and report their findings.

Rochelle was easily every part of the required job description that was asked of her and then some. She was a young woman in her early 20's, easily beautiful and desired by most around her. Her body was athletic and well-endowed with a large bust and matching rounded hips to make a perfect hourglass figure. There was a steady work-out regiment that was tied to her fit form, with some surgery here and there to make it all possible in the perky bust department. Generally around the DD and E cups as her bra of choice, if anyone was intrusively curious. She was dressed the part too, as bait had to be appealing to both humans and the monsters she wished to lure out. Her outfit was choice was generally made of black latex, as the shiny texture was appealing and it was easy to wash off fluids before diving into her next assignment (and she had her share of back to back assignments before). She had thigh high boots on with tall platform heels that hugged her toned legs, the stocking tops of her fishnets peek out from the tops. Her hips were wrapped with a short black latex miniskirt that barely covered much, leaving an exposed length of tantalizing thigh. She wore a waist cincher around her waist to accentuate her lovely form, bound with belts. Finally, she wore a short hip-length matching jacket that was hooked up with a chain as the only cover for her sumptuous bosom.

She looked very much the vamp and it was intentional. Her long black hair was gelled and slit back. She was further dolled up with smoky eyes and glossy red lips. If she was on the prowl to get something, it was for monsters. Either she would get a boring night or an exciting one, it was hard to tell with this assignment. Getting on her motorcycle, she zoomed down the city to the house in question.

A quiver ran through the dark. The stir of something alive. Something very old, and very patient. Something that did not belong, that should not be, but was. Confined there to the pitiful realm of mortals, it spent the vast majority of its time in slumber, biding its time. Prey never failed to fumble its way into its den, a rare treat amidst the boredom. Playthings, sustenance... amusement. A break in its long, dark vigil as it waited for its master's call. Recently, it had had a glut of such delights.

There was the bad side of town, and then there was this place. Utterly abandoned by all but the most destitute of squatters after a chemical accident at the turn of the century, a few ballsy investors were only just beginning to take a gamble on the land. A good chunk of cash to grease the wheels of the zoning committee, some quiet coverups, and a good bit of legal fuckery had paved the way. Over the past year, a trickle of people had gone into the abandoned part of the city... and, strangely, a good number of them had simply gone missing. It wasn't the sort of thing that looked good on progress reports, when one was trying to convince others that the area was safe to invest in. Still, those that had found the truth had never escaped to tell the tale. There were those, however, that suspected... and today, they made their move.

It was an old house, a mansion really, its perimeter zoned off by a great fence of old red brick coated in thick, green vines of a curious origin. Climbable, perhaps, if one did not wish to deal with the intricate wrought iron gate that, despite its rust, remained quite strong. From there, the paved way led up to an exquisite courtyard, overgrown with weeds and high grasses with a great, crumbling fountain at its center, stairs leading up to a pair of double doors. Beautiful things of solid oak, intricately carved and impressively strong. Many of the windows were, sadly, boarded up after the original owners had departed, even those on the second and third stories. It was a house that hid its secrets well, for even dedicated urban explorers had never returned with information concerning just what lay within. It seemed to just be somewhere that nowhere went. That was the simplest explanation, and it worked.

Now, though... now it sensed another. Its long monotony was about to be broken once more.

It wasn't a very far drive for Rochelle to reach to her assigned destination. In many ways, they probably assigned her to this site because of her skills and her proximity. Just like how the Agency didn't give much consideration to people of her position, she didn't really give much consideration on how they planned things. Even given how mysterious or powerful her employers were, she never thought of them to include expendable employees like herself in the grand scheme of plans. Even with the roaring crotch rocket between her legs and the distinctive appearance, she was able to keep a low profile while travelling through the city. There weren't many cars or pedestrians in the middle of the night to really notice her, it was like everyone knew to clear the streets after a certain time from the horrors that roamed at night.

Her Harley motorcycle let out a few roaring chugs of its engine as Rochelle rolled into the area, slowing her ride down so that she could get a good sweep of the area. It was a good to scout the area before she dove right in to get a scope of what to expect. It was area was run down and dilapidated, which was to be expected with how this part of the city was going to hell. She didn't even spot any homeless or drunkards in the area, as if it block wouldn't even cater to their kind. If she was paranoid enough, she would have thought that it was probably some monsters in the area that might have gobble them up. While she did meet her share of them, assaulted by them, she would have ten other assignments in between that resulted in nothing but shadows and vermin. She could honestly use an early night, just go home and expect her paycheck in the mail. However, she couldn't do that without giving a good look over the place first.

She swung a leg over to the Harley to dismount her crotch rocket, giving perhaps a good upskirt moment to no one who bothered looking. There was the good show of grey panties under her skirt, perhaps one of the few things that weren't made in the same scandalous material as her outfit. If anyone bothered to noticed, there was a noticeable blinking light coming from one of the gizmo techs she stuffed herself with. One could never be too sure and wearing a glorified butt plug was only a small price. Rochelle smoothed down her skirt afterwards, fitting it snugly just past her hips. She drew out a headset with a camera piece and a flashlight, putting it on after a quick sweep of her hair. The bait came armed too, taking out a collapsible baton and slid it in the tight confines of her thigh high boots. With everything in order, she began her venture into the house.

"Rochelle here, checking site A-31 tonight." She said in her recorded voice-over as she neared the gate. The gate was given a firm shake to test its strength, it didn't seem to budge very much from her demands to her fingerless gloves. There was a small headache to contend with, but not the first wall or fence she had to climb in her line of work. Taking the bars in her hands, she began scaling up with great finesse even despite her outfit of choice. It wasn't long before she reached the top and did a flip down to the ground, landing on her tall heels with flawless execution. She took a sweep of the yard and only saw old vegetation that resided in the crumbling infrastructure. Seeing no danger yet, she proceeded forward carefully to the doors with a slow sway of her hips. "Proceeding."

The doors practically screamed as she opened them, their old hinges in dire need of replacement. The interior was dark even in the day, and at night, with no lights around for some miles? Pitch black, aside from the beam of her flashlight and the delightful little blink of light nestled within her ass. She entered into the foyer, a very open room with a floor of cracked ceramic tiles, entrances to other rooms and halls to the north, east and west, with a wide central staircase that led up to an upper floor and balcony. From the ceiling an old chandelier dangled precariously, its base loosened and danging from wires that powered the lights. The room, as a whole, was caked with dust, save for a few places that looked recently swept.

The strangest feature by far was what appeared to be plantlife, growing up through the cracks in the ceramic. Something like vines had sprouted up from the floor, spreading out over the tiles and seemingly reclaiming the house for nature. The strangest feature seemed to be how smooth they were, their green so deep that they were nearly black... perhaps they even were black? It would be difficult to tell, really, but from the looks of things the room was quite clear. What might catch her interest, however, was a sudden thump from upstairs, quick and clear.

The games had begun.

Rochelle frowned at the sight before her, she didn't want to be here and there wasn't any reason why she should go hiding that fact when she was alone here. At the very least, this place was more like a crypt than a dump. She had been in her share of sights where the walls were damp and soaked with sewage water, and each room was more humid than the last. Those places were perhaps one of the worst locales she had been, and a breeding ground of disease. She was perhaps lucky that she was usually dressed in water proof material to not risk the sewage touching her skin. However, this perhaps was one step up from venturing into a fetid dump. Even if there no light around to make her job easier, at least she wasn't going to be spending her night wallowing in muck.

She glanced up at the chandelier to double check that it wasn't going to fall on her before she walked over to the places that were caked with dust. The tall heels of her boots clicked on the tiles a she walked toward the corner of the room. Placing a gloved hand to her nose, she let out a few coughs when she accidentally breathed in some of the dust that was floating in the area for being recently disturbed. However, it was the areas that had been recently swept that got her curiosity the second most. What was most peculiar was the plant life. It was strange that anything could be living in such a decrypt place that was devoid of light. She slowly bent over with a straight back to examine the plants until the sound suddenly startled her.

There was something in here with her. It could be anything from rats to a drunk hobo. Either way, it probably was more interesting than looking at dust or plants all night. She straightened from her posture and pulled out her baton, snapping it length out as she prepared herself for the worst. Taking to the nearest set of stairs, she made her way to the second floor with quick successive steps as she took a brisk walk to the source of the disturbance. There were some faint squeaks of her plastic outfit as she hurried upstairs.

When she reached the upper levels, her head gave a quick swept of the area to see if there was anything lurking in the corners to cover all of her angles. The last thing she wanted was an ambush waiting for her rest around the corner. If she lucked out, maybe it was just some of the infrastructure that was giving up around her that caused that sound. It could have been some crumbling brick.

The upper level consisted largely of a hall stretching from east to west, as well as the balcony that encircled the foyer's upper level. A pair of closed double doors were set in the northern wall between the two staircases, though it was fairly clear that the sound had not originated there. Her investigation took her down the eastern hall, silent again save for the soft, scandalous squeak of latex against her curves and the click of her outrageous heels. Any man would have been lucky to have even a glimpse of such a display, though there were no such creatures around for miles.

Her search would find nothing out of the ordinary. Though the hall was lined more thickly in those same strange vines, growing through cracks in the walls and floor. How had such a thing grown in this place? A closer eye might find something else interesting: A considerable lack of dust. Still, not a sound... until, behind a door some short distance away from her, there came another thump. A creak, a groan. Curious.

She was well into the domain of something beyond the reckoning of most, though it would savor the moments before it might spring. Again, it rapped on the door, eager to attract attention. If it so wished, it could have had her at any moment, but it would relish these amusements for now. Besides... she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon, no matter what she might believe.

Rochelle cautiously paced herself forward as she reached the upper level and pivoted slightly so that she would favour her back toward the surfaces of the hallways while keeping an eye out for anything that would go towards her. She walked cautiously on her tall heels, which continued to echo down the hallway with their tall height. She held her retractable baton down as she walked, its tip running against the walls behind her and stopping only to bump into the entry ways that held the doors. She didn't get any closer to the source of the disturbance or the disturbance had already left. In such a neighbourhood, there were usually a good number of things that could cause random noises in the middle of the night. Sometimes it's the age of the house that gave the most complaint or the random rabid animal that made the house their home. She didn't really spend that much time dwelling in her thoughts on what that could have been but only intended to move forward with her search. Even if she was going to be wasting time to chase shadows, at least she would get to see more of the house.

"Shit. Nothing." She cursed under her breath as she continued to record with the camera she wore on her head piece. It wasn't so much of an annoyance that she didn't find what she was looking for, but more of the feeling that she might have a ruined night. Before this wild goose chase, she was already thinking about a hot shower and curling up that a good book at home or her mighty dildo. Now, she probably won't be returning home so smoothly if there was something that lurked around the house. That's what usually complicated her evening, but it was part of her job description. As she wandered around the house trying to retrace her steps or find her way back to the entryway, it was the vines that once against caught her interest once again. She didn't know what to make of it, still surprising to see this much vegetation in a house like this one. Then again, she was here at night and maybe sunlight managed to spill through the cracks somewhere? Or maybe it was some sort of fungi that could grow in the dark.

She slowly shifted closer to one of the vines, a click of her heels and the creak of latex as she suggestively walked, wanting investigate it further. Her baton was raised up to put a buffer between her and the vine. Suddenly, there was another noise that caught her by surprise and put her probing on pause for now. She gasped sharply at first and then grimaced on her lovely features with her glossy lips forming a frown. "Something is definitely around."

Seeing no other leads, she made her way over to the door where the noise was coming from and gave it a quick knock. She then stood back with her weapon at the ready to see if anything would open the door before her. Canting her hips slightly to the side, she clinched security around the anal intrusion she wore, for professional reasons. "Hello? Anyone in there?"

Her knock echoed off of the gloomy halls, not a sound to be heard otherwise. The house, it seemed, was empty save for plantlife. Plantlife that ought not to be there, really, but who was she to dictate the growing habits of vines? Of course, she'd learn their true nature soon enough. For now, as she called at the door in question, nothing happened. Well... not that she could see, not at first. There was a creak from behind the door, as if something heavy were settling in against it. Another creak. A splintering crack in the wood. She'd hear speech, seeming to come from right behind her. "Nobody here but us chickens," it whispered, though any further investigation on her part would find that there was, in fact, nothing behind her.

The door split open then, old wood giving way as thick masses spilled from the room. Vines! Dozens of fat vines, glistening in the light of her lamp, spilling from the room and pooling around her ankles. It seemed that they'd quite overtaken the room in question, and she'd feel a rush of humidity pour from the doorway. Like a moist, somewhat sweet-smelling rainforest. What the room might have once served as was indeterminable, as the rubbery vines seemed to have claimed every bit of surface area in the room, anything else - furniture or otherwise - visible only as lumps in the mass.

Rochelle gasped loudly and spun around her to hear the sudden voice that called out from behind her. She took a blind swing behind her with the baton. The metal collapsible stick swished through nothing, but empty air as whatever was The fact that she heard something more coherent than just random ambiance or mysterious sounds was perhaps more distressing than anything else. Was something speaking to her, and sounded almost like an intelligent presence? Annoyance and impatience slowly gave way to fear that had become slowly infecting her and filling her gut with a sense of dread she couldn't quite put her finger on. From her inspection of the place, she was rather sure that there was nobody else in the building, let alone the neighbourhood. Perhaps her instincts failed her, or there was something she overlooked entirely. Worse comes to worse, she could potentially be even imagining it. However, she knew it couldn't be that. She wasn't that tired and her night had only begun, it was very unlikely. Even with her experience in this job, she wasn't near caving in from the stress of her work. What she heard, was actually spoken. Without even knowing it, her breath had already picked up. It seemed like she might have gotten worked up over the voice and put more than casual force into that swing behind her.

It only took a moment for her to catch her breath, but that didn't even seem like enough time for what awaited for her in the next moment. The door splitting open caused her to almost jump on the spot at the sudden burst of activity. Instead of someone, she was greeted by an invasion of vines. Had the vines come to life around the building with her knowing, or was it some overgrown collection of them just hiding behind the door until her very moment? Her light shined upon them to reveal that these were perhaps far from ordinary vines, which should have been her first cause for concern. The glistening made her feel disgusted at their sight and even the humidity that followed it was even more suspect. The area felt icky and this was further enhanced by the vines that were pooling around the room. This was far from normal and this was far from a routine investigation.

"Ugh, gross!" She murmured as she took a few step back on her tall heels to avoid getting further moisture on her latex boots. The slick moisture of the vines sliding away from her boots to leave a shining sheen on them wasn't giving her any further encouragement to stay here any longer. Even without seeing fully that vines that were moving about and slowly filling the space, she already made up her mind about being here. Her light only caught the movements and infection of the vines perhaps a bit too late and she gasped sharply in fright at the horrifying sight before her, which caused her body to tense up with terror and almost frozen in place in indecision. After a prolonged look of awe at the vines unraveling before her, she quickly ran back to retrace her steps to the lobby.

She was left to run, free and clear. Nothing impeded her passage as she hurried down the hall, down the steps, down to the foyer. Perhaps nothing was wrong? Perhaps it was simply her mind playing tricks on her? Perhaps she did, indeed, need to simply go home and curl up with her sweet dildo for an evening rather than parade around some strange, abandoned home? If she had any lingering doubts about the situation's credibility, however, they would quickly fade soon enough. The moment she made it to the front doors, in fact.

The doors were still visible. Just barely, hints of wood through the tiny gaps in the glistening vines. The vines, if that was what they truly were, had done a bit of redecorating in her short absence. Where the doors had been, where the easiest way out had been, there was now an overgrown wall of moist, rubbery tendrils. "Strange. Wasn't there a door there, just a minute ago?" The voice was conversational, spoken from just out of sight. A quick inspection would reveal nothing once again. Nothing but the dark. Nothing but a sudden brush against her ankle, of something warm and alive in the dark.

Something that coiled tight around her heeled boot. No, they really weren't vines at all, were they?

There was a bit of hope in the back of Rochelle's mind when she managed to escape from the room and make her way down to the lobby below. Even though it was just a few moments ago, the time away from the gross looking glistening vines was more than enough to allow some relief to settle in her heart. Not much, but enough to give her a breather. It was a rather disheartening sight and her instinct had told her that she was in danger. The instinct still told her that but she thought she was in the clear. Unfortunately, it seemed she was absolutely wrong in this case when her hopes were dashed by the time she reached the lobby door. Her smoldering eyes widened at the sight as she was shocked to see the vines were here as well. Almost as if they were waiting for her!

"Shit!" She screamed out loud in protest and quickly darted her gaze around the room in a frantic motion when she heard the voice once more, like someone was having fun with her. Somebody was controlling these vines and it seemed that they were playing with her in some sort of sick entertainment. If she ever found out who it was, she would give him a faceful of baton in repayment. However, that was something furthest from her mind at the moment and she had to get away. Gritting her white teeth together, she tried to think of something as the vines swarmed themselves around the lobby, practically redecorating it with a sort of new and twisted living wallpaper. Her heart pounded with adrenaline and her options narrowed down as each short moment pass by. For each time she wasted trying to think of an escape, an avenue was closed behind her and her options grew smaller. She almost didn't notice the thing that coiled around her boot until it was too late and gasps sharply when she finally noticed coiled around her heel.

There were tentacles, weren't they?! Now that just made things even more difficult. She had never taken on this many tentacles before and dreaded to think what sort of mastermind could puppet this many. There were a mass of slithering tendrils that could easily fill this house. Sticking to her survival instincts, she quickly whipped her baton at the tentacle to free itself from its tight hold.

The tendril had a firm hold, but it could certainly have done without the baton. Her whipping motion caused it to draw back in a hurry, the end of it turning up towards her as if looking at her. "Now that? That was just rude. I mean, really. That's the first thing you went for? Yeah? I've got something for you, too!" The little tentacle drew back slightly, a bulge slithering up its length from within. With that, it spewed a glob of creamy whiteness from its end onto her shoe, as if spitting on her. "There. I hope that gives you something to think about." All while it was going on with that display, however, the real show was just beginning.

Appendages rose around her in the dark, both from the floor and from the covered door behind her. "But, just incase, here's a little something more." They struck, quick as snakes and twice as flexible, seeking out holds on her form. Arms, legs, a loop around the waist. Their grips were tight and secure, despite the slimy moisture that coated their rubbery lengths. "Very nice... very, very nice," the voice said approvingly, letting the tips of its tendrils roam over her skin-tight clothing. "I haven't seen something like you in a long time."

With that, it began to pull, seeking to yank her down into the teeming mass of tentacles on the floor. "It's gonna be fun."

Even though Rochelle managed to temporarily free herself from the creature, the creature managed to retaliate in its own strange and perverse way. Worst still, it managed to talk to her somehow! She didn't know what was more unnerving really, the mess on her boots, the slithering mess or the fact that it seemed intelligent. Either way, she didn't want to do anything else with this thing. She perhaps concluded more than enough information for the Agency to know more than enough this creature and the fact that the neighbourhood was far from safe. Even with her lowly position, she could guess that this creature was likely behind the disappearances that were happening around the neighbourhood and she didn't need to be a detective to figure that out.

However, escaping and being able to tell the tale was another matter altogether. Her freedom was again short lived and she was further humiliated with something more than just a spew of creamy whiteness on her boot. She tensed her body when the tendrils struck and tried to struggle to no avail. They were as quick as whips and latched on her to her firmly. She tugged and pulled but she wasn't going anywhere. This beast had her trapped and dead to rights with all of its appendages, strength and flexibility. That didn't stop her from trying further even as she felt the slimy and moisture tentacles wrap around her, closing on her form like a vice and the material of her latex squeaking further against it without any further progress of escaping. "Let go you beast! Let go of me!" She cried out in protest.

The tendrils that clung to her so greedily were thick, thin, and everything in between. With the initial holds good and secure, others piled on to consolidate the beast's grip, pinning her arms to her sides as she was pulled down into the swarm. She was laid out on her back, legs lifted high and spread wide. "No, I don't think I will," the creature in the dark replied, its appendages feeling along her stockings and the bare bit of thigh on display. "I mean, really. Why should I? You come in here, start poking around my home, hit me with a stick... just rude." She'd see one dive between her legs, slithering along the curve of her rear as it sought entry to her panties. Or, rather, it sought to pull them down a bit, exposing her.

"How would you like it? Being smacked with this thing?" In the light of her headlight, she'd get a little glimpse of the metal baton, apparently taken from her amidst the chaos. "Like so..." With her ass exposed to the air, the creature brought the thin baton to bear, smacking it against her flesh. Once, another, another. "Well... okay, maybe I see the appeal. This is sort of fun." It spanked her again, just to solidify that point. All the while, however, thinner tentacles were creeping up along the newly exposed flesh, seeking to crawl up into her latex and get at the sweet skin beneath it.

"N-noo!" She barely managed to stammer out in protest as her breath picked up as she could barely speaking after exerting herself in futility. Even it dawned to hear earlier, she couldn't really accept it easily enough that the monster had every advantage. It sprang the surprise on her when it had the upper hand and it could perhaps be easily argued that the monster always had the upper hand to begin with. All those spooky and mysterious occurrences weren't to pull her into any sort of trap, but it was merely laying in wait to strike her when it wished. She was outsmarted and overpowered. Still, that burning desire to have control her destiny kept her wiggling at the bonds that were wrapping around her like a vice, even as she slowly exerted herself from any real resistance, she would fidget a few times as she was held in place.

Her legs were spread wide just as the creature wished, which easily exposed the grey panties she wore under without much effort as she hadn't really done much of a good job of hiding in the first place. It was a shameless display of her venerable parts with the red blinking light emitted from her lovely well-rounded butt. She closed her eyes and shivered, even as she was gritting her teeth together at the yucky sensation of the tentacles slithering around her outfit and bare skin. Even though it hadn't really claimed her already, she was already every bit violated but it seemed that the worse had yet to come. The panties slide down easily enough to expose her buttocks with a blue jelly plug that seemed to be fit snuggly in her anus. There was a peek of the tight folds just nestled where the panties rested for now.

"Ahh! Ahhh!" She cried as the baton smacked her as she was made an example of. Her cries were enticing to the creature potentially, especially coming from a woman in distress and posed in an uncomfortable position that left her very compromised in many ways. She heaved a few times as her eyes were moist slightly, but holding back tears from the ordeal. "Stop this!"

This was not a job for one woman armed with her wits and a baton, no matter how skilled she might be with either. This was not even a job for a dozen armed soldiers. Really, the most effective course of action might be a bomb, were it not for the necessity of trying to cover up an explosion within city limits. No, there was very little she could possibly hope to accomplish against her attacker, and that was before it had gotten ahold of her. Now? Now it had all sorts of plans in mind for her. Sadly, not a single one of those involved her leaving this place. As if to play up the futility of her struggles, she was granted another few swift smacks on the rump before the strikes halted.

"Oh, fine. I suppose you've learned your lesson." There was a pause then, followed by a press of the baton's end against her plug. "Now, what's this?" While it prodded and poked, the other violations only grew worse. Tendrils crawled down into the soft embrace of her cleavage, the twisting grip on her panties growing tighter and tighter. With a sudden yank, they were torn from her, leaving her utterly exposed. "Dirty thing, aren't you? I like it." She'd feel a teasingly thin tentacle loop itself around the base of the plug, beginning to pull, then releasing it so that it sank back in. Pull, release, pull, release, all with a steady, growing rhythm.

"You'll get plenty of that with me. I think we'll have some good fun together, you and I." Then, there it was. A squirming, slimy presence against the folds of her sex, almost like a thick, sentient tongue as it licked over her. She wasn't going anywhere, and it was more than happy to take its time with her. After all, she was such fun, and so well put together.