There was no motion upstairs, nor could she hear Cutter anywhere.  Not to mention, there wasn't much of struggle either.  It was mostly Krystal wringing around in the tentacles' grasp as she was taken further and further along the room.  Then, she could feel two smaller tentacles start to wrap around her breasts, slithering like snakes.  The slimy grossness was utterly disgusting, especially as the feeling started to squeeze around her impressive chest sacks.