At least she was crazy already. But I knew she would be so much worse after months of being constantly penetrated by a thousand slithering tentacles. ...And then guilt was only a blip as I shot back from the desk, tendrils spreading out from the hole between my legs to thrust me back into the office chair, fucking me like I truly wanted. My dress was pulled up and down, scrunched up around the waist as the creature truly took me, slamming my head against the seat as its tentacles curled around my. Warm her up so the debauching-proper can begin.None of which had been a chore. She had a sweet face and a hot body and a sophistication that belied her youth; her wit, sass and wide-ranging knowledge meant she sparred easily with him, despite his fifteen years’ seniority over her. She had challenged him, made him laugh, called him on the odd stray moment of careless male bullshit, the precocious little madam. And yet despite her chosen field of study, she had never seen through to his true. At the very least, though, I could unhook her and cover her up. So, I went in, slowly and quietly, and whispered “Andrea?”The room was dark, save two candles. Sure enough, dad was right, and she was naked, lying on her tummy. She appeared to be sleeping, and her wrists were contained by a leather cuff apparatus, with a long chain hooked to in and running to somewhere behind the headboard. Her legs were each individually restrained, though it looked like she had enough room to move around the. She picked up the cup and as she brought it to her lips he couldn't help but look at it in hopeful desperation - a look that she noticed."A drug. It's a drug. That's how you have subjugated them all. And it's in this cup isn't it?" You must be crazy, ha-ha." Pete said laughing nervously. "I don't know of any drug." He should have had Johnnie come over, but he never imagined he would need muscle. They should be okay, though - between the four of them they should be able to force a dose into this.