DMC4 Luxuria - page 15

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Gloria's escape attempt was short-lived. We all saw it coming, and she probably did too. But damn, she had to try.

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Mmmphh! Mmmphhh!" Gloria groaned as she ran past the Chimera Seeds. Her arms were bound, her lips gagged, but she still had her legs. She turned back, seeing that the monsters were still not chasing her. Even the great, draconic serpent that hovered above them was not even looking in Gloria's direction.

"So far so good," she thought. "But why did they choose to activate their Devil Triggers then? I was already beaten, they had no need of further power. All it's done is give me an opportunity to escape!" Not that Gloria was complaining. She continued to run up the shallow flight of stairs, until she had a thought which made a shiver run down her spine.

"Unless...unless they know for sure that I can't get away." Gloria felt the creature on her back stirring. Its tendrils quivered, pulsating against her half-bare breasts and her slinky hips, sliding against Gloria's slender neck and tightening its hold over her soft, pillowy lips. Two of its tendrils were still free, and they raised themselves ominously.

"Oh no! No, no, please! Don't!" But her silent protests were useless. The tendrils began moving downward, gently stroking the outsides of Gloria's thighs, much of which were visible beneath the lacy covering of her dress, before seizing Gloria.

"NNMMPHHH!!" Gloria screamed as the tentacles began entwining her long legs, winding around and between them, squeezing against her thighs, directly against the flawless dark skin of Gloria's inner thighs - which were completely bare - pulling them together. At the same time, the tendrils snaked all the way down Gloria's legs, before entwining her calves and ankles, circling them first, before pulling tight, and fixing Gloria's legs into one, her ankles forced into crossing. 

"NNNMMMM-HHMMMMPPHHH!!" Gloria, now bound hand and foot, was incapable of balancing. The momentum of her run forced her into tumbling. And down she went: she fell onto her front, with only her soft, voluminous breasts to cushion her. "NMMMPHHH!! NNNNMMMMPPHHHH!!" Gloria cried through her gag, completely trussed up in tentacles, her legs now tied as tightly as her arms. "No! I can't get up! I - I - can't escape!" She thrashed on the ground, her voluptuous body wriggling impotently in the thick tentacles. The Seeds had not been stupid. They had known that Gloria didn't have a chance. Once again, she had been outwitted, and ensnared.