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The old house had appeared empty to En-Trance as she searched it warily. An otherwise empty upstairs room held the only item of interest, a seemingly innocuous small wooden chest sitting on the floor. Pausing at the door, the Shadow Siren scanned the room. There was no place anyone could hide, and the chest wasn't large enough to contain a person. Pushing the door all the way open she stepped inside.

En-Trance circled the chest, squatting down for a closer look. No wires, no sounds. She felt the small hairs stand on the back of her neck, she turned and looked back at the door. Nothing threatened yet she had the feeling she was being watched.

En-Trance stood, stepped back then stretched out her leg and lifted the lid of the chest, pushing it up and back with the tip of her booted foot. Nothing, no gas, no crack of a stun grenade, nothing.

Cautiously she moved close enough so that her lavender eyes could peer inside. The boiling, rolling cloud of darkness inside made those famous eyes widen as a single word rang through her head, "Trap!!!".

To her credit, the Shadow Siren reacted instantly, recognising the danger she was in, racing toward the door. En-Trance was fast, the door was mere feet away, but it may as well have been miles and as fast as she was, the heroine was not fast enough. The trap was sprung and En-Trance was caught.

Even as En-Trance turned away the darkness in the chest disgorged a boiling mass of tentacles, the creature on the other side of the dimensional portal sensing prey nearby. The apparent lack of visual organs did not impede the tentacles one iota, they sensed the fleeing heroine, flashed out with a blinding speed that made her movements seem mime like in their slowness. At the same time the door ahead of En-Trance began to swing shut on its own, cutting off her only avenue of escape.

"Ngghhhh...NO!!! Let...ghnnn let go of me!!!" En-Trance eyes flashed as she backed up her outraged cry with the full strength of her power, but the tentacles ignored her as they closed about her body and tried to pull her back toward the chest, their guiding will immune to her abilities.

"Nooo!!!!!" En-Trance cried in dismay as she felt them twine about her waist, encircle her body and felt the strength of their pull backward. The door closed in front of her, and she heard the snap of a concealed magnetic lock engage. Her eyes flared again in fury as she struggled to escape the slowly tightening grip the tentacled horror had on her, but she felt panic flutter it's uneasy wings in her chest as she realised that this was an uneven battle she could not possibly win.

"Phone...tazer" The thoughts raced across the Shadow Siren's mind as she twisted and fought the tentacles hold, grunting with effort as she was forced to take one step backward to stay on her feet, then another. "Phone!" En-Trance decided, she needed help and there was every possibility this...thing would ignore her tazer just like it ignored her powers, but if she could activate her emergency beacon help would come. It was her only chance.

By now the heroine's waist and upper body were encircled multiple times. She felt the slimy kiss of the suckers that covered the underside of each tentacle through her body glove as they fastened and released on her like multiple tiny lips. Her arms were still free, her left engaged with a tentacle that was trying to wrap around her neck so with her right she reached for her phone.

"What?? No...I ggnhhhgghhh!!!!" More tentacles flashed over En-Trance shoulder, one wrapping about her neck, cutting off her startled exclamations as the other curled around her right wrist and began to pull it down to her side. Overwhelmed, En-Trance lost focus for a second, allowing the tentacle in front of her to slip her grasp, then dart back around her left wrist, drawing that downward also.

The tentacle about her neck flexed tightly then loosened, seemingly content to maintain its hold, making no move to choke her. "Nnnghhh!!!!", En-Trance screamed with effort as she fought to free her hands, but they were held fast, more suckered limps wrapping around her arms to pin them in place. En-Trance wriggled furiously but it was no good, whatever this thing was, it held her fast, helpless now in its coiling embrace.

"Damn it...let go of me!!! Wait..what are you doing...no no don't!!!" En-trance eyes widened in horror as she felt her legs moved apart, and a questing tentacle slip between them from behind, crawl across her belly then start to slide slowly under her leather briefs. She bucked her hips to try throw it off, but to no effect and she could only watch as it slipped beneath the figure hugging leather then pushed away from her body. With an audible snap the side strings of her briefs gave way, the garment slipped to the floor, leaving the heroine's clean shaven petalled lips protected only by the thin layer of transparent silk of her body glove.

"Don't..don't I...ohhhhhh!!!!" En-Trance tried to twist her hips, keep the vulnerable petals at the apex of her legs away from the creature but the tentacle that had taken her panties wanted so much more. She felt it's touch, surprisingly light, the caress as it moved back and forth against her and the multiple teasing kisses the suckers delivered. En-Trance desperate plea was cut off by a low throaty moan as she felt pleasure pulse from the touch, pleasure not her own, being fed to her by the beast that held her. Her struggles paused momentarily as she gasped at the sensation. As the pleasure faded she felt a dizziness momentarily overtake her, felt the strength begin to drain from her body as a hundred little lips kissed and suckled all over her body.

"Nooo.....hnnnnnn ahhhhh...pleaseeeee" En-Trance whispered huskily as the terror of her capture was replaced by returning pleasure, stronger than before. It wasn't hers, she couldn't control it and she realised her body was slipping under the mastery of the beast and was being used against her to complete her defeat. Pulse after pulse rippled upward from her mound, hot and aroused now despite the danger. She groaned as she felt other pulses, weaker at first, flow from the other tentacles restraining her. They grew in strength quickly as the devious limb between her legs worked with skill learned over several centuries of hunting prey to build En-Trance' pleasure to irresistible levels.

"Noo...noo you won't make me...me.....OHHH!!!!!!!" The Shadow Siren's weakening objections were brushed aside by the explosion of pleasure in her loins and her hips rocked as she orgasmed, lavender eyes blinking in disbelief at how quickly she had succumbed. En-Trance felt hot nectar soak the silk of her outfit and she moaned as felt the suckers press against the silk material, the velvet petals beneath, and suckle greedily.

"Mmmmmm" The heroine sagged weakly as another wave of dizziness washed over her. Her physical struggles lacked any strength now and her mental defences were crumbling fast against the combined assault of the strength drain and the ever intensifying pleasure. En-Trance offered little resistance as she was lowered to the ground. She felt several of the tentacles adjust their grip, felt her magnificent breasts encircled and squeezed with deft movements, moaned once more as suckers fastened on the twin diamonds of her hardening nipples and begin to nip and suck, increasing her pleasure five-fold.

En-Trance hips rocked again as another wave of intense orgasmic energy flowed through her body leaving her whimpering softly in the afterglow .The creature wrapped her more coils, covering her eyes and mouth but letting her breathe as it plied her body with more and more stimulation. The third orgasm caused En-Trance to stiffen and her hips to arch upward with the strength of it. As it faded she felt a tingling in her nipples, then a sweet slightly painful draw as they were unlocked and the creature drank eagerly the white treasure she had been coaxed to yield. The pleasure was too much and with a last half muffled moan En-Trance ceased to resist, instead becoming a semi-willing participant in her own defeat as her body yearned for its next mind shattering release.

A half hour later the door to the room opened quietly. A pair of expensive high heels clicked across the floor, and a pair of cold but amused grey eyes looked down at the softly whimpering heroine who continued to orgasm helplessly in the inescapable embrace of the beast.

The newcomer knelt down, stroking a finger across an exposed portion of En-Trance thigh as she heard the heroine's muffled noises of pleasure escalate, smiling as the Shadow Siren came yet again.

"Don't worry En-Trance, I will let you out...eventually, once the Eros Leech is well fed." En-Trance' host placed a single glove on the floor next to the captured heroine, then took a bridle gag from her coat pocket and stroked the bit with the tip of one long red nail. "When I do, we will talk, or rather I will talk and you will listen, as I outline my plans for this city, your heroine friends...and most importantly...you."

En-Trance captor lay beside her, fingers trailing over any exposed morsel of the heroine's body she could find. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I. Your crime fighting days are over Shadow Siren, you belong to me now". The Shadow Siren made no response, she was probably not even aware that there was another person in the room. Wrapped in the coils of the Eros Leech En-Trance knew only pleasure and a slowly growing darkness as exhaustion carried her closer to the edge of oblivion and her total defeat.

This piece was done due to a request from my friend and I hope he likes it

A Sinister Sweet Production with art by the worringly obsessed with tentacles and story by me.

En-Trance aka The Shadow Siren is my oc and may only be used with permission...

Description

The old house had appeared empty to En-Trance as she searched it warily. An otherwise empty upstairs room held the only item of interest, a seemingly innocuous small wooden chest sitting on the floor. Pausing at the door, the Shadow Siren scanned the room. There was no place anyone could hide, and the chest wasn't large enough to contain a person. Pushing the door all the way open she stepped inside.

En-Trance circled the chest, squatting down for a closer look. No wires, no sounds. She felt the small hairs stand on the back of her neck, she turned and looked back at the door. Nothing threatened yet she had the feeling she was being watched.

En-Trance stood, stepped back then stretched out her leg and lifted the lid of the chest, pushing it up and back with the tip of her booted foot. Nothing, no gas, no crack of a stun grenade, nothing.

Cautiously she moved close enough so that her lavender eyes could peer inside. The boiling, rolling cloud of darkness inside made those famous eyes widen as a single word rang through her head, "Trap!!!".

To her credit, the Shadow Siren reacted instantly, recognising the danger she was in, racing toward the door. En-Trance was fast, the door was mere feet away, but it may as well have been miles and as fast as she was, the heroine was not fast enough. The trap was sprung and En-Trance was caught.

Even as En-Trance turned away the darkness in the chest disgorged a boiling mass of tentacles, the creature on the other side of the dimensional portal sensing prey nearby. The apparent lack of visual organs did not impede the tentacles one iota, they sensed the fleeing heroine, flashed out with a blinding speed that made her movements seem mime like in their slowness. At the same time the door ahead of En-Trance began to swing shut on its own, cutting off her only avenue of escape.

"Ngghhhh...NO!!! Let...ghnnn let go of me!!!" En-Trance eyes flashed as she backed up her outraged cry with the full strength of her power, but the tentacles ignored her as they closed about her body and tried to pull her back toward the chest, their guiding will immune to her abilities.

"Nooo!!!!!" En-Trance cried in dismay as she felt them twine about her waist, encircle her body and felt the strength of their pull backward. The door closed in front of her, and she heard the snap of a concealed magnetic lock engage. Her eyes flared again in fury as she struggled to escape the slowly tightening grip the tentacled horror had on her, but she felt panic flutter it's uneasy wings in her chest as she realised that this was an uneven battle she could not possibly win.

"Phone...tazer" The thoughts raced across the Shadow Siren's mind as she twisted and fought the tentacles hold, grunting with effort as she was forced to take one step backward to stay on her feet, then another. "Phone!" En-Trance decided, she needed help and there was every possibility this...thing would ignore her tazer just like it ignored her powers, but if she could activate her emergency beacon help would come. It was her only chance.

By now the heroine's waist and upper body were encircled multiple times. She felt the slimy kiss of the suckers that covered the underside of each tentacle through her body glove as they fastened and released on her like multiple tiny lips. Her arms were still free, her left engaged with a tentacle that was trying to wrap around her neck so with her right she reached for her phone.

"What?? No...I ggnhhhgghhh!!!!" More tentacles flashed over En-Trance shoulder, one wrapping about her neck, cutting off her startled exclamations as the other curled around her right wrist and began to pull it down to her side. Overwhelmed, En-Trance lost focus for a second, allowing the tentacle in front of her to slip her grasp, then dart back around her left wrist, drawing that downward also.

The tentacle about her neck flexed tightly then loosened, seemingly content to maintain its hold, making no move to choke her. "Nnnghhh!!!!", En-Trance screamed with effort as she fought to free her hands, but they were held fast, more suckered limps wrapping around her arms to pin them in place. En-Trance wriggled furiously but it was no good, whatever this thing was, it held her fast, helpless now in its coiling embrace.

"Damn it...let go of me!!! Wait..what are you doing...no no don't!!!" En-trance eyes widened in horror as she felt her legs moved apart, and a questing tentacle slip between them from behind, crawl across her belly then start to slide slowly under her leather briefs. She bucked her hips to try throw it off, but to no effect and she could only watch as it slipped beneath the figure hugging leather then pushed away from her body. With an audible snap the side strings of her briefs gave way, the garment slipped to the floor, leaving the heroine's clean shaven petalled lips protected only by the thin layer of transparent silk of her body glove.

"Don't..don't I...ohhhhhh!!!!" En-Trance tried to twist her hips, keep the vulnerable petals at the apex of her legs away from the creature but the tentacle that had taken her panties wanted so much more. She felt it's touch, surprisingly light, the caress as it moved back and forth against her and the multiple teasing kisses the suckers delivered. En-Trance desperate plea was cut off by a low throaty moan as she felt pleasure pulse from the touch, pleasure not her own, being fed to her by the beast that held her. Her struggles paused momentarily as she gasped at the sensation. As the pleasure faded she felt a dizziness momentarily overtake her, felt the strength begin to drain from her body as a hundred little lips kissed and suckled all over her body.

"Nooo.....hnnnnnn ahhhhh...pleaseeeee" En-Trance whispered huskily as the terror of her capture was replaced by returning pleasure, stronger than before. It wasn't hers, she couldn't control it and she realised her body was slipping under the mastery of the beast and was being used against her to complete her defeat. Pulse after pulse rippled upward from her mound, hot and aroused now despite the danger. She groaned as she felt other pulses, weaker at first, flow from the other tentacles restraining her. They grew in strength quickly as the devious limb between her legs worked with skill learned over several centuries of hunting prey to build En-Trance' pleasure to irresistible levels.

"Noo...noo you won't make me...me.....OHHH!!!!!!!" The Shadow Siren's weakening objections were brushed aside by the explosion of pleasure in her loins and her hips rocked as she orgasmed, lavender eyes blinking in disbelief at how quickly she had succumbed. En-Trance felt hot nectar soak the silk of her outfit and she moaned as felt the suckers press against the silk material, the velvet petals beneath, and suckle greedily.

"Mmmmmm" The heroine sagged weakly as another wave of dizziness washed over her. Her physical struggles lacked any strength now and her mental defences were crumbling fast against the combined assault of the strength drain and the ever intensifying pleasure. En-Trance offered little resistance as she was lowered to the ground. She felt several of the tentacles adjust their grip, felt her magnificent breasts encircled and squeezed with deft movements, moaned once more as suckers fastened on the twin diamonds of her hardening nipples and begin to nip and suck, increasing her pleasure five-fold.

En-Trance hips rocked again as another wave of intense orgasmic energy flowed through her body leaving her whimpering softly in the afterglow .The creature wrapped her more coils, covering her eyes and mouth but letting her breathe as it plied her body with more and more stimulation. The third orgasm caused En-Trance to stiffen and her hips to arch upward with the strength of it. As it faded she felt a tingling in her nipples, then a sweet slightly painful draw as they were unlocked and the creature drank eagerly the white treasure she had been coaxed to yield. The pleasure was too much and with a last half muffled moan En-Trance ceased to resist, instead becoming a semi-willing participant in her own defeat as her body yearned for its next mind shattering release.

A half hour later the door to the room opened quietly. A pair of expensive high heels clicked across the floor, and a pair of cold but amused grey eyes looked down at the softly whimpering heroine who continued to orgasm helplessly in the inescapable embrace of the beast.

The newcomer knelt down, stroking a finger across an exposed portion of En-Trance thigh as she heard the heroine's muffled noises of pleasure escalate, smiling as the Shadow Siren came yet again.

"Don't worry En-Trance, I will let you out...eventually, once the Eros Leech is well fed." En-Trance' host placed a single glove on the floor next to the captured heroine, then took a bridle gag from her coat pocket and stroked the bit with the tip of one long red nail. "When I do, we will talk, or rather I will talk and you will listen, as I outline my plans for this city, your heroine friends...and most importantly...you."

En-Trance captor lay beside her, fingers trailing over any exposed morsel of the heroine's body she could find. "We're going to have so much fun, you and I. Your crime fighting days are over Shadow Siren, you belong to me now". The Shadow Siren made no response, she was probably not even aware that there was another person in the room. Wrapped in the coils of the Eros Leech En-Trance knew only pleasure and a slowly growing darkness as exhaustion carried her closer to the edge of oblivion and her total defeat.

This piece was done due to a request from my friend and I hope he likes it

A Sinister Sweet Production with art by the worringly obsessed with tentacles and story by me.

En-Trance aka The Shadow Siren is my oc and may only be used with permission...