and then iron and literally ask. When she first thought about what to go to the toilet and relieve a little need, then a small tentacle appeared, very thin - and penetrated into her bladder. She gasped and tried to pull him out, but her arms and legs were not subject to her at that very moment. Joan felt it move inside and tickle her. She was going crazy with desire.

- Please, I want to pee, I beg! Shouted Joan. In response to her request, the tentacle froze, still plugging it. - What should I do?! She asked hysterically. A thought sparked in her head with a bright spark that she had once earned permission to do so. She recalled that she had asked the Collector to return this feeling - the feeling of her own insignificance, the understanding that she was not subject to herself.

And then she appeared.

Her exact copy. One to one, she looked like Joan, like a twin. With curiosity, she examined Joan and stroked one of the tentacles.

- Who are you?! - Joan asked in a frightened voice. Her copy was also naked, but her look was evil, and her face was distorted by a grimace.

“My name is Grace, and soon you'll beg for mercy.” - She answered. - I am a figment of your imagination, but believe me, it’s quite real.

- What do you want from me?

- Oh, me? Believe me, I want only one thing - that you would receive in full everything you asked for when you sold your soul. - She approached and grabbed Joan by the face, pulled her to her. Her fingers hurt her cheeks painfully. - When you die and go to hell, you will not even guess that something has changed!

“I am not ... that I am ...” Joan murmured, not understanding.

“From now on you will be mine, my dear.” And you will do everything that I tell you. Otherwise ... - A tentacle appeared in front of Joan's eyes, covered with thousands of small but sharp claws. - Otherwise you will be very, very bad! And now, when you wore them in your tummy for three days ... - Grace scratched the skin on her stomach.
- No, no, please! - Joan, in horror, began to twitch.

- Yes Yes! - Grace snapped angrily.

The stomach twisted. Joan immediately squeezed the contents out of her intestines and bladder, even a small tentacle slipped from the pressure. And then ... one by one those larvae came out.

- And they grew up, look! - Grace was laughing.

Grace spread her arms to the side, and at that moment tentacles appeared from behind her. And they, for some reason, obeyed her. For a few seconds, the tentacles wriggled in horror at Joan, and then rushed in her direction. Having twisted arms and legs, they literally pulled her to their copy. Joan tried to shout something to say, but one of the tentacles instantly closed her mouth.

- I want to enjoy you! - said Grace.

She licked the face of her captive, her tongue stretched out as if he were tentacles. Joan felt another tentacle penetrate her dumbass. The tentacle quickly smeared her intestines with mucus, stretching the anus, and then slipped out. Joan groaned.

- Hush, quiet, everything is just starting.

Tentacles turned Joan into a horizontal position and wrapped around with new and new tentacles, folded almost in half, pressing his chin to his stomach. She blushed and groaned again, splashing saliva from her nose. Gasping for air, she fought and tried to free herself, but it was absolutely impossible. A tentacle appeared in front of her face, a large, long and thick, thin skin of which inside was bursting with dark-colored balls. It was something like a huge anal balls. However, this they were ...
This huge tentacle centimeter by centimeter crawled inward. Tentaklya penetrated farther, stretching Joan to impossibility. Through her torment, she had to kiss Grace. She bit her, penetrated her lengthening tongue into the stomach and mocked her in every possible way.

At some point, the tentacle in the gut relaxed and slipped out.It splashed abundantly in some secret, so that the balls remained inside, but the tentacle itself — easily left Joan.

- And now one by one! - Grace ordered.

Joan, falling on her side - after all, the tentacles released her, stood on all fours. She forcefully strained, trying to squeeze at least one thing. But these balls seemed to have become larger, and having penetrated once, they could no longer leave the limits of the intestine, because its anus did not stretch even more ...

Joan forgot about the real world. She was somewhere else. Every day, she was pulled further and further, until she was here. Large stone room. Even awesome. In one corner was a fireplace, a small chair, and a soft ottoman for the legs. The floor was carpeted, and on the wall hung a picture depicting a strange girl in a clown outfit. Grace was usually resting in the chair.

And in the other corner lay Joan. There, the floor and walls cover this living something. Now all day and all night, for several years now, she has always experienced thousands of different types of torture. Oh, Grace was extremely inventive!

- Come on, my dear Joan, another hundred orgasms and I will allow you to smoke a cigarette! - Grace slapped her cheek and returned to her corner. Joan was moaning something, rolling her eyes from the next orgasm, for some unknown reason ...

The collector did not stint when doing his part of the transaction ...