Fifty Shades of Grey Tentacles (7 page)

“Mr. Grey, where are all your BDSM toys for
us to play with?”

“Right on my person Miss. James.” He said,
staring at me with lust.

Suddenly, Grey's shirt ripped itself off his
body, as his grey tentacles revealed themselves, splaying
themselves wide in a stunning display of mating power that was far
more impressive than any peacocks plume that I'd ever witnessed. I
took a step back, unsure of where all this was going, but a
tentacle sharply pulled me back by the neck,

“Oh no Mr. Grey! No!”

“You mean you refuse me after signing the
contract?”

“No, I mean my tiara is coming off my head,
wait a second.” I said, repositioning it.

If I had the choice to get fucked by a
tentacled alien with or without a tiara on my head, it would most
definitely be
with
one on my head! Grey's tentacles then
savagely ripped my clothes off my body, leaving me naked and bare.
The tentacles wrapped themselves around my wrists and ankles and
pulled them apart sharply, and then Grey lifted me up high in the
air. Suspended above him, by his tentacles with my shaven pussy
fully open at his eye-level, I wondered what was coming next, but
nothing in this world or any other could have prepared me for what
then happened,

“Miss. James, I will now show you something
very few people get to see.”

“There's more?” I said, not knowing what it
could possibly be this time.

Grey put one of his hands to his tongue and
then, to my disbelief, removed it.

“Grey, what on Earth are you doing?” I
cried.

Then Grey brought forth a grey ribbed-like
tongue, the length of which unfolded down to his navel.

“This is my real tongue Miss. James, and now
you're going to have it inside you.”

I tried to move, but was bound and helpless,
his tongue slithered its way up my legs and tickled them. Looking
at Grey, I could see how much he was enjoying this power-play. He
was going to be the first person to ever put their tongue into my
fresh pussy. It arrived on my labia, sending feelings throughout my
body that I'd never know were possible. I tried to move my hips to
escape, as the pleasure was too much, but then he began to move his
tongue back and forth, the ridges of it teasing my inner-pink and
clitoris. I knew I was already wet, but this certainly wasn't
helping. My body had never had this kind of stimulation before, and
I heard myself moaning uncontrollably. His tongue moved away, and I
thought I could at least catch my breath, but then I saw his
handsome features turning into what I could only describe as the
face of a rabid animal, his tongue came straight up and slipped its
way into my hole and rose, only stopping when it reached the top of
my vagina. My body jerked backward, but his grip on me only got
tighter. I'd heard oral sex was good, but this was ridiculous. The
entrance of my pussy was so sensitive, and his tongue inside began
exploring my inner-cavern, then Grey turned my body around in the
air until I was horizontal off the floor, with his face at my pussy
and my legs wide apart. I couldn't see him anymore, and two more
tentacles slid themselves up my abdomen and started kneading my
breasts, Grey then thrust his tongue into me, fucking me with it
hard and fast,

“Oh Grey, oh no, Greeeeeey!!” I screamed, not
being able to take much more.

But he didn't relent, he then brought his
fingers up and parted my lips wide, and I knew he was enjoying the
site of me so exposed without being able to resist him. Grey
started to pull my body toward his mouth to make the thrusts
stronger each time, and I felt a sensation in my body that I'd only
experienced when touching myself. I knew I was about to orgasm, but
it seemed too soon, but I had no choice, his thrusting was
relentless. My tiara fell off as my head shook, but Grey didn't
care, and by that point neither did I, as I looked down at it, in
ecstasy, while the light from the room sparkled off it and my body
shook as it had never done before, and I came. The feeling was so
intensified as I couldn't move. Grey stopped tonguing me, and I
stayed there suspended in the air.

“Oh Grey, Grey, that was... oh Grey.”

Grey then walked with me over to the table
and placed me on it with my back to it. His tentacles then began to
wrap all around me and the table, my arms stuck to my sides, and
they then forced my legs up and my knees onto my chest; the feeling
of being bound by this tentacled billionaire was so intoxicating to
me, I'd always imagined my first man would be someone at college,
but this exceeded all my expectations. Grey moved around the table
and ordered me to suck his cock,

“I want you to suck it like a good slave
Elle.”

I took it in my mouth and couldn't stifle my
pleasurable murmurs, he held his hand on my cheek and I looked up
at him obviously enjoying the sight of his dick in my mouth, while
he was fucking it. My lips were full of his cock, and I could see,
as he gritted his teeth, that he really enjoyed the head of his
dick just sliding in and out under my lips.

“You are my slave Miss. James erotica author,
and you will do as you're told.”

“Yes Mr. Grey.” I said obediently, as he took
his cock out of my mouth and moved around the table to look deeply
into my hole,

“I see your pussy is so wet Miss. James.”

“Yes Mr. Grey. I'm so sorry Mr. Grey, I can't
help it.”

“I didn't give you permission to be this wet
Miss. James.”

“No Mr. Grey, I'll understand if you have to
punish me.”

Grey's tentacle slipped up my leg again, and
I thought it was going to go into my pussy, but it started tickling
my back-passage. The lubricant was coming off Grey's tentacle, and
it felt cool and I didn't know if I'd be able to take it, but I
couldn't deny I was tentacle-curious. I felt my hole pucker several
times as I writhed on that hard table, and the tip started to ease
its way into me; I knew I was going to say goodbye to my anal
virginity there and then, and although it felt a little painful at
first, Grey's other tentacle was now teasing my lips open and
moving around the outer rim of my passage. I felt it then go up my
ass, I gasped, and tried to claw at the table but there was nothing
to grab hold of. I looked at Grey, staring down at me, enjoying his
slave, his one true submissive, and his tentacle moved deeper into
my butt. I felt ashamed, but it didn't last long as his other
tentacle entered my pussy, before he extended his tentacle into my
ass.

“This is D.T.E Miss. James, 'Double Tentacle
Entry', and it's what you deserve and need!”

I couldn't deny I needed it, and I definitely
deserved it for being so forward as to have such a soaking wet love
cavern. It felt like the tentacles were stretching me apart, and as
I tried to move away on the table, Grey's tentacles tightened
around me, leaving me no escape. He began to alternate the thrusts
of the tentacles, one would go up my ass as the other came out of
my vagina, and vice-verse, my breasts were wobbling on my chest and
Grey kindly moved his other tentacles up to stroke my nipples as
they left their wetness on them. My body quivered, and I shook with
joy, before both tentacles started ramming me at the same time, so
hard that the table started to move, but Grey would not be denied,
and keep on going at me. Watching him now sweating, I saw how
deeply obsessive he was. His muscles strained under the pressure,
his chest sinews contrasting themselves under the light, but he
kept on going, as he was looking down at me, helpless on the table,
his tentacles dominating me. I became delirious, I had already
orgasmed once, and didn't know what my body was feeling anymore, my
eyes started rolling back in my head, and my legs began to shake
violently as did my hips, and it only made Grey fuck me harder and
harder. Every now and then, I looked up at him, but it just turned
me on more, his vicious desire to penetrate me I found thrilling
for some reason. My hands tightened into fists and I began
screaming loudly, deep screams from somewhere in my abdomen that I
could no longer control, and then my body went limp with a series
of sudden shudders that sent waves of pleasure all over me. I felt
Grey's cool tentacle juice all over my body, as he had pulled them
out of me and sent showers of it all over my tits, pussy and some
also arrived on my cheeks and face.

I felt Grey's tentacles unravel themselves
from me, and he picked me up and carried me out of the room and up
the stairs and into the master bedroom, Grey's bedroom. He placed
me gently down on the satin sheets and then lay beside me, running
his hands through my hair, as I still felt the reverberations
throughout my body. Very soon, I fell asleep in his arms and
tentacles.

...

I woke sometime in the night, seeing Grey get
up and put some clothes on by the light of the moon coming through
the curtains,

“Where are you going?” I asked him, still so
sleepy.

“I'm going out, and I may be sometime.” He
said.

“Why don't you just come back to bed and
sleep?”

“The city of Gothom never sleeps Miss. James.
Never.”

“Who cares if it does or doesn't, just come
back to bed.”

“Go back to sleep Elle, I will see you
later.”

I was so tired that I couldn't keep my eyes
open as he walked out the door, and I then knew nothing, until I
heard birds chirping on the trees outside the next morning. Morris
came to fetch me down to breakfast where Grey was sitting at the
table, deep in thought as he played with his cereal with his
spoon.

“Battleship.”

“Yes Elle.” He said, without looking up at
me.

“What's wrong?”

“It's nothing really Miss. James, it's just,
well, I have a lot of enemies.”

“What enemies Mr. Grey?”

Grey didn't reply, and started looking in the
cereal box for the free toy, as I ate my ham and eggs that Morris
had given me.

“Morris.” Called Grey.

“Yes master Grey.”

“Did you take the free toy?”

“Certainly not Mr. Grey, I would never take
your free toy.”

Grey seemed distracted, I wondered who the
enemies he had might be, what enemies could a billionaire
businessman possible have? Grey soon finished and walked over to me
still seated, and said,

“You know Miss. James, it could be too
dangerous for you to be my BDSM submissive.”

“Oh not at all Mr. Grey, I can really take a
spanking if I need to.”

“That's not what I mean Elle, there are
things about me you don't know.”

“Like what? You're not going to tell me
you're gay are you?”

“No Miss. James, I'm not gay on weekdays at
all. It's not that, and I stopped dressing as a woman many years
ago, just so you know.”

“Then what could it possibly be? Are you sure
this isn't your way of trying to get rid of me?”

“No, it's not that, although it's true I have
been that way with others before.”

“Then what is all of this about, what are you
trying to tell me?”

“It may be sometime until I can next see
you.”

“How long?”

“Well, I can't really say, but you will have
to accept it, it's for your own good. Trust me on that.”

“While I'm waiting will I still be able to
use the Adamantium credit card?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I can endure it! I accept to suffer for
you Mr. Grey.”

“I suppose it's only fitting as a BDSM
submissive.”

Saying that, Grey then kissed me on the
forehead and told me the limo would take me back to my campus, and
he left the dining room with some important things to attend to. I
didn't know when I'd see him again, or even
if
I'd ever see
him again. Morris led me to the car on the gravel drive and before
I got in, I turned to him and asked,

“Morris, how many BDSM submissive's has Grey
had before me?”

Morris thought for a few moments, and then
started counting on his fingers, and by the time he began using his
second hand, I couldn't take it anymore and told him to stop,

“You don't really have to tell me! Couldn't
you just have said something like “Oh, a few, but he was never like
this with the others”, or “It is beyond my ken to be able to give
you that information Miss. James.”

“But you asked me!” argued Morris,
confused.

“Just because a woman asks you something, it
doesn't mean she wants the truth if the truth might be something
she doesn't like!”

Morris scratched his head looking
bewildered,

“I'm so glad I'm gay.” He finally said,
helping me into the car.

Morris waved me off as the limo pulled away,
and I looked out through the back window as Grey Mansion faded into
the distance, with the wind in the trees forcing the branches to
submit to its dominance. The car took an unusual route back to my
campus, and I knocked on the partition between me and the driver so
he'd roll it down, so that I could speak to him. The driver was
wearing his black cap and suit as before, but I sensed something
different about him.

“Driver, where are we going, this doesn't
look like the right route at all.”

He answered, but his voice was low, and he
didn't turn back to look at me,

“Don't worry about it.” He said, “Just sit
back in the car and
enjoy
the ride.”

“Look... ” I said, feeling a little annoyed
as I might miss my ten o'clock class, “can you just drive along the
normal route?”

“Shut-up Miss. James.”

“What did you say to me!?”

It was then that he turned to face me, and I
got the shock of my life. Before me was a deeply scarred face, with
a cynical grin.

“Who are you?” I asked, shocked.

“They call me Mr. Irony. And you are now my
prisoner Elle James.”

“I don't want to be your prisoner, I don't
have a contract with you!”