Taylor scoffed to herself, pulling down the top Emma was wearing until she could see the skin-coloured bra. Not that much effort was needed, with the kind of cleavage the underaged girl was sporting. It was almost like she had wanted Taylor to lose control. She sent a tentacle back to the light switches near the stairs and turned on the high luminosity lamps.

"Wake up time Emma!" She clamoured brightly.

The ginger flinched at the sudden brightness and curled in on herself. At which point her mind woke up enough to notice that things were wrong. Under Taylor's delighted eyes, Emma blinked her own eyes open and started sitting up just to freeze at the sight of her captor. Taylor felt her smile widen a fraction as Emma's eyes surreptitiously swept across the room, her face getting more and more pale as she took in the bare furnishings. Then she noticed Taylor's new limbs and went as pale as a sheet, a small tremor running through her frame.

Taylor wiggled a new tentacle from her neck in front of Emma's face and chuckled as she flinched back, almost hitting the wall. "What do you think? Pretty neat hm? I like them a lot." She let her eyes roam down to the expanse of tanned flesh under her chin before looking into Emma's eyes again. "I can do so much with them..."

Now she saw fear in her captive's face. "Taylor." Emma licked her lips, wetting them as she thought about the right words to say. But Taylor didn't let her start again, interrupting her, sending off balance.

"Emma!" She sauntered closer, letting more of her tentacles poke out of her skin. One of the long ones she had manifested first touched one of Emma's hands lightly and then wrapped around her wrist like a vice when she flinched away. "Don't you worry your sexy ass. I'm not going to hurt you. Much." She started feeling her arousal, which had been steadily growing for the past few minutes, start to run down her leg. She sent the other long tentacle forward, catching Emma's free arm. "I'm reasonably sure a tiny bit of pain is involved in the beginning... But then it'll start feeling good."

"No." Emma blurted out, finally having understood what was going to happen to her. "No, please, this... this isn't you Taylor."

Taylor frowned suddenly. Emma was not playing the sympathy card with her. Nor was she playing the old friends card. She brought one hand up and, deliberately slowly, grew a forked tentacle out of her palm. She played with it for a bit just for show, doing it right in front of Emma, then chuckled darkly. "Pretty sure it is now." Her smile turned lecherous and the red-haired girl shivered in the grip of the two tentacles. "Let me show you."

* * *

When she finally understood that she not going to be able to talk or bribe her way out, that was when Emma started struggling. She lashed out like a wild cat, hissing and spitting. The red-haired teen bucked and thrashed in her bonds, attempted to throw herself at her, to scratch and hurt and be free. The sudden ferocity of it surprised Taylor. Emma kicked and she had to step back to avoid a bruise. The screaming she was a little bit more prepared for. Emma howled, screaming for help that wouldn't come, for anybody, crying rapist. She'd lose her voice in short order if she continued.

Well, that wouldn't do. That wasn't the kind of writhing she wanted from her. Taylor unfurled more tentacles and started restraining Emma. They slid out of her skin, part of her skin, to coil around flailing arms and legs. They twined around her body, moving under her clothes, caressing even as they trussed her up, curling around Emma's round breasts. Taylor lifted her just a few inches off the ground, a tentacle running all the length of her buttcrack as she parted her legs. Finally, she shoved a last tentacle into her screaming mouth as she continued to struggle ineffectually.

"Not the kind of screams I want to hear from you today Emma." She teased.

Emma was not giving up though. Defiant, she bit down on the thing intruding her mouth. Taylor had anticipated that. Emma's teeth sank into rubbery soft flesh and were stopped. The flesh was yielding to a point but didn't tear, didn't break. Muffled sounds came from her mouth as she tried to spit it out, to no avail. The brunette made the tentacle wiggle a bit deeper into her captive's mouth, reducing her efforts to muscle spasms of her jaw, forced wide-open. Not quite enough to trigger gag reflex, though she was just shy of it, but enough to pin the tongue down.

Much better. But, she thought as she looked to Emma eagle spread in the air, still not what she wanted. There was too much in the way. She removed the tentacles she didn't need holding Emma anymore, having a good grip on her four limbs, and set to stripping her. Too much clothing in the way.

She was careful to not rip the clothes, guiding her tentacles to removed each piece and setting them in her hands. "You know..." She addressed an Emma just in her undergarments. "It's like you wanted me to do this, considering what you wear everyday. Such a tease..." Taylor showcased the really short skirt. What would Mr. Barnes think... "I couldn't resist. Oh, this!" She held the thong between two fingers. "You wet yourself back in the alley Emma. You haven't done that since we were, like, eight or something."

Emma looked down at her, terror in her features. Her eyes were wet, but she hadn't cried yet. Taylor had honestly been expecting some outrage, some anger, something after she threw their childhood in her face, the roles reversed for once. But Emma was just slightly shivering, and not from cold with the temperature what it was. The fight wasn't gone out of her, she could see that. She was probably just waiting for the right moment to run for it. Taylor wanted to see the look on her face when she ran into her counter-measures, so much that she actually considered giving her an opening. But she wanted Emma's pussy more, and there was nothing the girl could do to stop her.

She kneeled down until she was eye-level with her prize. Red pubic hair carefully trimmed into a triangle sat atop Emma's slit. So pretty. She ran a finger down the junction between Emma's leg and torso, nuzzled the opposite tight then slowly moved up, marking a trail with her tongue. Emma trembled at the caresses, abdominals taut. Taylor used her hands to spread open her labia, revealing the hidden part of the vulva, and then spread the flesh around the entrance to the vagina. Emma still had an intact hymen, from what she could see. Somewhat giddy, she gave the girl's still hidden clitoris a lick, making Emma start and make a sound.

She pulled the girl down, until she was laying more or less horizontally in mid-air, her face a foot away from hers. "You're still a virgin, aren't you Emma?"

The appendage gagging her was removed and Emma took several relieved breaths. She watched Taylor's smiling face cautiously. She knew she was at her mercy, but Emma would not be going down without a fight. Not to Taylor, never to Taylor. She would play along, for now. "Yes." She swallowed. "Why...?"

"I'm surprised, that's all. I thought you were a slut when I saw you last night." Taylor extruded a long tentacle from her tailbone. It was larger than the average penis and slightly knobby, hard to the touch. It rose behind Emma, running its tip over her anus before settling in front of her pussy, nudging it carefully.

"Are you ready?" Taylor licked her lips, fingers slowly pumping in and out of her own vagina, revving herself up for the long anticipated act.

Emma panted in growing panic. "No. Taylor, please, I'll do anything. I'll... What do you want from me?"

But Taylor only wanted one thing. "You."

There was no more warning. The tentacle penetrated Emma, shoved inside without gentleness. It pushed past her hymen, tearing it, and stretched her vaginal canal mercilessly. Emma yelled and trashed in her bonds, trying to get away from the pain.

"Holy fuck." Taylor was in Heaven. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You're so tight, Emma. So fucking..." She collapsed to the ground, fingers frozen inside her pussy. Emma's cunt was warm around her, almost painfully gripping her dick inside its walls. She pushed it slowly, panting as she almost fought to get it deeper. She moaned at the muscular spasms gripping her. Emma's vagina was dry, very little lubrication originating from her tentacle and only a tiny bit of blood slicking her tentacle.

Above her, Emma had her eyes closed but tears streamed from under her eyelashes, mouth left open in a scream but only small whimpers could be heard. A stream of barely audible words. "Oh God, oh God, oh God..." It was so fucking hot. This was what Taylor had wanted. Emma was stoking the furnace between her legs and she was wearing that pitiful expression that made Taylor want to fuck her so much more.

She finally hit the cervix, her tentacle filling Emma completely. Taylor gave herself a couple of seconds to feel Emma around her, then pulled back and started fucking her in earnest. Long, deep, harsh strokes that rocked the teen suspended by her tentacles, seeking only to reach pleasure for herself and to inflict pain. It was rape, pure and simple, and it was wonderful. Emma cried and moaned and begged. Begged for Taylor to stop, apologized for a thousand things, called for her father and mother, for a saviour, for it to just stop. Taylor couldn't care less about the words. She wanted more. She wanted to feel Emma's pussy contracting around her like a vice, she wanted Emma to submit and start sucking her off.

Taylor manifested two more tentacles like the one fucking her. One forced its way inside her mouth, wrenching it open and starting to fuck her mouth, reaching deep into her throat. Emma's eyes bulged in shock but she had no more time before the other started pushing into her ass. Then, the little bitch screamed, audible even with her mouth full. Taylor had her two hands on her own cunt, one fingering her pussy furiously as the other played with her clit. Their speed increased even more. Taylor's vision was starting to blur but it still wasn't enough. The tip of the tentacle finally pushed completely past her sphincter and into her ass and Emma's struggles renewed. It was hot and humid and Taylor could feel herself through Emma, fucking that magnificently tight pussy. She started thrusting in, not caring about rhythm or anything, just wanting to feel the sliding of flesh on flesh, the way they fit together so snuggly. So perfectly.

The heat, the wetness, the muffled whimpers, the feel of Emma's walls as her tentacles brushed past each other in asynchronity, her tears as she stopped struggling, losing strength and going limp above her... Taylor's world exploded. She screamed to the high heavens, waves of pure pleasure crashing inside her, turning the world around as she released her seed inside Emma, back arching away from the ground.

She fell down from that interminable high, Emma's body crashing on top of her as her consciousness fled her for an instant and her tentacles returned within. Panting, she grinned. It had been the best thing she had ever felt. The hot body over hers shivered and twitched. Poor Emma hadn't managed to orgasm. Taylor nuzzled the soft red hair of the shorter girl, looping an arm around her shapely waist. She purred, sated and satisfied. It felt good, being like this. She had half a mind to go down on Emma and help her out. But the hitching breaths and soft sobs near her ear convinced her otherwise.

The day would come when she would be able to cuddle with Emma all she wanted, she thought as her fingers drew comforting circles over her captive's hipbone. But Emma wasn't completely Taylor's, not quite yet.

She half-shoved the human wreck off her and got up, stretching her pleasantly sore muscles. She was sweaty. A shower felt like the best idea ever. She shook her head before a shower scene fantasy occupied her thoughts and addressed the teen bleeding on the ground. "The chamberpot is over there. I'll be back tomorrow so behave, okay?" She picked the clothing off the ground and threw it over her shoulder. It wouldn't do to have the girl dressed until she earned that privilege. "See you later, Emma."

She hit the lights on her way out, leaving Emma all alone in the dark.

* * *

Taylor had to let Emma stew for a while. Enough to acknowledge what had happened, enough to try and escape. But not too long, because the girl hadn't eaten anything since last night. Not to mention she would need hygienic care, to prevent infections. That was the gamble that worried her, leaving Emma alone in her new room until she had to be cleaned. If she waited to long, complications would arise, and Taylor didn't want to damage Emma, but if she didn't wait enough she wouldn't get the proper message across.

Emma was hers in every way.

So she left the house for while, deciding that a relaxing walk through the Boardwalk would be in order. She also had some errands to run, but they could wait. The seaside wind and the sun shining above. This had to be the best day Taylor had had in a very long while. She sat on the edge of the Boardwalk, next to the stairs that descended to the beach, for once in clothes that showed off her arms and legs. Her insides were pacified completely for the first time, a burden she hadn't know that could be lifted off her shoulders. The sun was warm on her shoulders. Taylor smiled, lazily observing the waves lapping at the beach and the tiny people in the distance.

Danger.

Taylor felt the hairs in the back of her neck stand up.

"Hebert." A voice growled behind her.

Danger!

Slowly, Taylor turned her head. Sophia Hess stood behind her, arms crossed and a deep scowl on her face. The bags under her eyes indicated a sleepless night, and Taylor could guess why. She was also too afraid to move. If she ran, Sophia would catch her. If Sophia caught her...

Just the thought paralyzed her.

The black girl looked down at her shivering form and spat out a question that sounded more like a demand. "Have you seen Emma?"

Danger!!

Taylor shook her head, denying, denying. She didn't want Sophia to catch her. She didn't want that, she wanted to leave and be away from the terrifying predator in front of her.

"Tch." Sophia scoffed and ran a hand over her face. "Of course not. You see her, you tell me, got it?" And then she left.

Taylor watched her leave, tension very slowly ebbing from her body. When she finally shook herself from her trance, she headed straight to the electronic store and bought a small security camera with the money she had taken from Emma's wallet. Before returning home, she passed by the pharmacy and the supermarket.

Then she curled up in the bathroom and let the panic attack run its course.