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The warmth from the summer morning could be felt even in the depths of the apartment complex that Jennivien resided in, well in the subbasement anyways. Lacking windows for obvious reasons, the foremost still dwelling up where the ceiling should be. Her employer had never fully explained how that worked, or if there was an actual ceiling up there, as he always seemed to be called away on an important article of business or ceased by a terrible coughing fit whenever the subject came up.
Still the summer warmth radiated down even this far, penetrating deep into the wooded walls. Jennivien had accordingly adjusted her wardrobe, favoring a sleeveless blouse to go with her skirt. Not quite standard attire, but it was close enough that her employer did not seem to complain. Nor, did her other boss.

Eyes casting upwards she scanned the ceiling where Krecker, the head accountant, and local tentacle monster resided. Something about the heat seemed to be energizing it of late and she found herself having to be on guard lest she walk right into Krecker’s waiting tentacles, insistent on a impromptu cuddle session. Or more, if she let krecker carry on.

Peeking around a row of boxes to make sure the tentacle monster was not waiting for her, she blew out a sigh of relief and began rifling through the boxes contents. Somewhere, there was the information she needed for this years taxes, and at her employer’s insistence that there was a clerical error Jennivien had been going over all the accounts. All three hundred and sixty eight of them.

Krecker was of no help, as it seemed to think that any time she turned her back to search the contents of a box was the perfect time ambush her, sending documents flying in all directions in the process. Despite her constant swatting, the tentacle monster never seemed to tire of watching her fluff up at its unexpected probing. Casting a suspicious gaze over her shoulder, Jennivien half expected to see a tentacle coming around the corner for her. Only to be mildly disappointed when she saw only empty space. Maybe Krecker had finally taken the hint and decided to give her a break. And maybe it finally got board of moving the accounting boxes around when she was asleep.

Turning back to the box she was shifting through Jennivien screamed as several tentacles erupted from around the box she had opened. Tendrils wrapping themselves around her, she struggled against their pull as she was lifted up into the air.

‘Krecker! Now is not the time!’ She protested as several more of the tentacle monsters appendages came to join the first. ‘Krecker! – I’m war-‘

The dire warning she was forming in her brain fell short as suckers found the spot on the small of her back. Hunching over a desk all day had done its work on her muscles there and Krecker seemed to know it.

‘Kr-ooooh….K-oooOOOooo…’

Moving under her blouse, the muscular tendrils seemed to seek out her pressure points, attach themselves with a dozen or more suckers and begin kneading the area. Pressing down on the knotted muscles to the point she was about to cry out, then, reversing and suckering hard tugging at them.

Mouth working in silent protest Jennivien could feel the weeks worth of stress flowing out of her as the tentacles moved to embrace her as only a lover could. Arms straining she tugged at the bonds snaking up her arms extending themselves to her fingers as they coiled around her like passive restraints. Flexing her muscles against Krecker’s own strength, Jennivien knew the tentacle monster would give way if she forced it, she would just have to really, really want to – to…

Such thought faded, blurred, and all but vanished as the sensation of Krecker’s suckers began to coil around her inner thighs. Little suction cups gripping her inner was, tugging at her in a teasing fashion, only to release her again.

Krecker’s tentacles had already undone several buttons on her blouse and was working on a fourth when the chime came through. Jennivien winced, mouth open with Krecker’s suckers just beginning to pull at her tongue, maybe she had imagined it. Then the chime came again.

With a weary sigh, she looked up at where she thought Krecker resided, or had come to accept the illusion of where the tentacle monster was, and exchanged what she hoped was a meaningful glance. Krecker for the most part seemed to understand and began to lower her to the floor, slowly withdrawing its tentacles.

The chime came a third time as Jennivien rushed across the room to the small intercom on the side of her desk. Slapping the button with a little more force than was intended she chocked out.

‘Y-Yes?’

‘Ah, Jenn, I have just sent down a file for your next assignment. Please review it and be ready to depart in several hours.’

Before she could protest, or point out, again, that she was not inclined to field work, the intercom clicked off. Leaving her in the quite with several lingering tentacles, one of which helpfully extracted the printing off file of what was to be her third real field assignment.

Inwardly she cursed, this was Sirse’s job! Then, like always guilt began to creep in, Sirse was so seldom around anymore, instead having set up residence with her new husband, a Mr. Gus Grizzly. Married life seemed to be taking her in a whole new direction, and Jenn found herself having to take up more and more of the Vanguards duties.

Despite her protests that she was an accountant and not a field agent to be deployed at a moments notice into hostile and dangerous environments her employer seemed quite convinced otherwise. The next assignment, looked to be no better, as Krecker held up a sheet with a picture attached to the front. A picture of a severed arm in a glass case, bearing a placard: Lot 103.

Jennivien groaned and let her head fall onto the desk. She barley felt Krecker’s attempts to sooth her mood of impending doom.

Previously: Lot Number 103

Description
The warmth from the summer morning could be felt even in the depths of the apartment complex that Jennivien resided in, well in the subbasement anyways. Lacking windows for obvious reasons, the foremost still dwelling up where the ceiling should be. Her employer had never fully explained how that worked, or if there was an actual ceiling up there, as he always seemed to be called away on an important article of business or ceased by a terrible coughing fit whenever the subject came up.
Still the summer warmth radiated down even this far, penetrating deep into the wooded walls. Jennivien had accordingly adjusted her wardrobe, favoring a sleeveless blouse to go with her skirt. Not quite standard attire, but it was close enough that her employer did not seem to complain. Nor, did her other boss.

Eyes casting upwards she scanned the ceiling where Krecker, the head accountant, and local tentacle monster resided. Something about the heat seemed to be energizing it of late and she found herself having to be on guard lest she walk right into Krecker’s waiting tentacles, insistent on a impromptu cuddle session. Or more, if she let krecker carry on.

Peeking around a row of boxes to make sure the tentacle monster was not waiting for her, she blew out a sigh of relief and began rifling through the boxes contents. Somewhere, there was the information she needed for this years taxes, and at her employer’s insistence that there was a clerical error Jennivien had been going over all the accounts. All three hundred and sixty eight of them.

Krecker was of no help, as it seemed to think that any time she turned her back to search the contents of a box was the perfect time ambush her, sending documents flying in all directions in the process. Despite her constant swatting, the tentacle monster never seemed to tire of watching her fluff up at its unexpected probing. Casting a suspicious gaze over her shoulder, Jennivien half expected to see a tentacle coming around the corner for her. Only to be mildly disappointed when she saw only empty space. Maybe Krecker had finally taken the hint and decided to give her a break. And maybe it finally got board of moving the accounting boxes around when she was asleep.

Turning back to the box she was shifting through Jennivien screamed as several tentacles erupted from around the box she had opened. Tendrils wrapping themselves around her, she struggled against their pull as she was lifted up into the air.

‘Krecker! Now is not the time!’ She protested as several more of the tentacle monsters appendages came to join the first. ‘Krecker! – I’m war-‘

The dire warning she was forming in her brain fell short as suckers found the spot on the small of her back. Hunching over a desk all day had done its work on her muscles there and Krecker seemed to know it.

‘Kr-ooooh….K-oooOOOooo…’

Moving under her blouse, the muscular tendrils seemed to seek out her pressure points, attach themselves with a dozen or more suckers and begin kneading the area. Pressing down on the knotted muscles to the point she was about to cry out, then, reversing and suckering hard tugging at them.

Mouth working in silent protest Jennivien could feel the weeks worth of stress flowing out of her as the tentacles moved to embrace her as only a lover could. Arms straining she tugged at the bonds snaking up her arms extending themselves to her fingers as they coiled around her like passive restraints. Flexing her muscles against Krecker’s own strength, Jennivien knew the tentacle monster would give way if she forced it, she would just have to really, really want to – to…

Such thought faded, blurred, and all but vanished as the sensation of Krecker’s suckers began to coil around her inner thighs. Little suction cups gripping her inner was, tugging at her in a teasing fashion, only to release her again.

Krecker’s tentacles had already undone several buttons on her blouse and was working on a fourth when the chime came through. Jennivien winced, mouth open with Krecker’s suckers just beginning to pull at her tongue, maybe she had imagined it. Then the chime came again.

With a weary sigh, she looked up at where she thought Krecker resided, or had come to accept the illusion of where the tentacle monster was, and exchanged what she hoped was a meaningful glance. Krecker for the most part seemed to understand and began to lower her to the floor, slowly withdrawing its tentacles.

The chime came a third time as Jennivien rushed across the room to the small intercom on the side of her desk. Slapping the button with a little more force than was intended she chocked out.

‘Y-Yes?’

‘Ah, Jenn, I have just sent down a file for your next assignment. Please review it and be ready to depart in several hours.’

Before she could protest, or point out, again, that she was not inclined to field work, the intercom clicked off. Leaving her in the quite with several lingering tentacles, one of which helpfully extracted the printing off file of what was to be her third real field assignment.

Inwardly she cursed, this was Sirse’s job! Then, like always guilt began to creep in, Sirse was so seldom around anymore, instead having set up residence with her new husband, a Mr. Gus Grizzly. Married life seemed to be taking her in a whole new direction, and Jenn found herself having to take up more and more of the Vanguards duties.

Despite her protests that she was an accountant and not a field agent to be deployed at a moments notice into hostile and dangerous environments her employer seemed quite convinced otherwise. The next assignment, looked to be no better, as Krecker held up a sheet with a picture attached to the front. A picture of a severed arm in a glass case, bearing a placard: Lot 103.

Jennivien groaned and let her head fall onto the desk. She barley felt Krecker’s attempts to sooth her mood of impending doom.

Previously: Lot Number 103