The Teleporter Part 5

“Teleporter, stop. I have to pee again,” Katie whispered, running to the bathroom once the tentacles had released her. She winced in pain, as only a few drops of urine and blood plumed in the toilet bowl. Another bladder infection.

While the sex continued to be mind blowing, Katie’s body had begun protesting hard. Cursing her female anatomy, Katie flushed the toilet and crawled back into bed, pressing her face against her pillow with a sigh. A tentacle brushed her face.

“No more penetration,” Katie said into her pillow. She let out another longer sigh as multiple tentacles stroked her skin. A couple others massaged her neck, gradually moving down to her shoulders and eventually all the way to her feet.

She continued to marvel at how skilled Teleporter was, always knowing the right amount of pressure to apply. When the massaging stopped, Katie rolled on her side to snuggle up to the largest tentacle Teleporter had. At least, it was the largest one she knew of, it’s girth thicker than her own hips. Like a body pillow. The flesh felt almost human. Smooth and dry to the touch, with creases on one side. Muscular and purple.

Selling tentacle porn was proving to be harder than Katie had expected. She made a conscious effort not to look at the comments left on the videos. People could be vulgar, and she didn’t want their thoughts polluting her relationship with Teleporter. Thankfully she still had enough savings to keep her going for a couple more months. She struggled to sleep as these thoughts started to swirl through her mind, combined with the constant feeling of needing to empty her bladder. A couple of tentacles started massaging her again, helping distract her from the stress. Katie had no idea that an additional stress was lurking around her house…

Joe had first seen Katie at a fast-food joint, wolfing down a chicken sandwich and fries in her tight jeans and what Joe would describe as a spy jacket. One of those long tan ones with off center buttons and a belt around the waist. He wondered if she was a stripper—she certainly looked hot enough to be. Tailing her down the street he had grabbed her, clamping a hand over her mouth like a real pro.

Something had gone wrong though. Instead of getting a fistful of cash from her, he had woken up with a splitting headache and blood matting his scalp. He did get her phone at least. The messages that were still visible on the lock screen intrigued him, “Teleporter: I love you Katie. You are mine.”

Joe couldn’t let it go. He considered himself a professional mugger, yet this woman had left him with a serious concussion. He had not seen it coming. Who could this Teleporter person be anyway? A contact of his was able to get the phone unlocked a few days later. Checking the maps app, he found her home address listed there. Sometimes it was too easy, Joe thought as he snuck into Katies backyard after sunset.

His mouth went dry, Joe could see her in the window—at least he thought so. She had a leather mask pulled over her face and…

“No. Fucking. Way.” Joe felt an involuntary hardening in his pants as he watched multiple tentacles wrap around the woman. It was obvious what was happening. He was surprised he couldn’t hear her coming from outside. After watching for at least an hour, Joe decided to come back another night, a mixture of disgust and arousal battling it out in his head.

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Written by Kelsey Reich on July 2/2021 in Ontario, Canada.