"Is she serious with this?"

"She just doesn't know when to quit."

"It'll be tricky if she leaves the room before they get her. She's got nowhere to go, but if she leaves the range of the microphones, the whole experiment will-"

"Don't worry about it. She's not going far. Look."

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As Vanessa dangled above the mass of tentacles, they began to grow confused. A number of them had chased after her distraction sweater, smelling her scent on it. However, finding that it was nothing but useless clothing, they quickly tore it to shreds and moved on. They'd spread all the way across the floor now, expecting to bump into someone sooner or later. However, they'd found nothing, and none of the tentacles seemed to think to double back on themselves and check the way they'd come. Their movements became quicker and more erratic, as if they were growing agitated. They started to writhe around the room, moving faster. Vanessa might have dared to think her plan could work, if she could figure out the next step, until another tentacle emerged from the hole she was dangling under. 263 was moving quickly in its fruitless search, and the tentacle shot forward, blindly colliding with her forehead. The tentacle deflected, but put enough force on Vanessa to knock her from her ledge, leaving her to fall backwards. But the tentacles instantly knew where she was. As she fell, helpless to change her course, tentacles shot up around her and wrapped around her waist, catching her before she could even reach the ground.

Vanessa bit her lip when she saw the tentacles destroy the jacket. Was it going to do the same to her? Had Vanessa met perhaps the first predatory monster? What had bothered the crimson-haired girl was that these tentacles had emerged out of nowhere. If the woman truly valued Vanessa as a piece of evidence against Shokushu, then she should be busting through the room right now. Unless... if it was all a ploy. And who else would have pulled this on the redhead other than Vera? It had to be her. That witch had probably set this entire situation to test how well Vanessa had been 're-educated'. She bit her tongue as she watched the tentacles grow even more violent. Meanwhile, her grip had loosened significantly. The sweat on her fingers caused her to lose her grip. This isn't good... maybe if I... The crimson-haired girl turned her head, and immediately felt something smack against her forehead. Before she could even let out some sort of groan of pain, the teen's body flew backwards.

She closed her eyes, ready to embrace for impact. Instead, something had tugged on her waist. It was flexible and a bit squishy. "N-no!" She opened her eyes, and could see the tentacle wrapped around her hips. Everywhere, the room had been filled with tentacles. "No! No!" Vanessa twisted wildly from side to side. The girl reached down with her hands and tried to loosen the tentacle's grip. The monster would be able to feel her soft complexion, and a string around her hips that prevented direct access to her womanhood. She tried to free herself from the tentacles, but it was no use. The droplets of chlorine water had finally made the girl's skin cold to the touch. Her nipples were rock hard from it. And, it appeared that there would be only one way to warm up the girl's body...

Ooh, she's done now. Synchronization at thirteen percent and rising. 263's neural activity is spiking. Someone's horny.

This thing is always horny. It's... impressive.

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Now that the tentacles had caught Vanessa, they wasted no time in getting to know her. The tentacles immediately below her pressed against her feet and then began to coil around her legs. They moved fast, spiraling all the way up to her knees in seconds. The texture of the tentacles was unsettling - drier than she might have expected, and warm. Their skin was softer than it looked, and they felt unsettlingly similar to things that had been forced inside her sex on more than one occasion. But the stiffness underlying these coils wasn’t just hard - it was strong. As they wrapped around her legs, they pulled them sideways, forcing her to spread herself. She couldn’t have resisted the force of their pull, no matter how hard she tried. As her hips opened, her bikini bottom was pulled tight over her crotch, making an alluring camel toe.

Vanessa was completely immobilized. The tentacle around her waist held her in place, and her legs were completely unable to move or kick, or even close to protect her barely concealed entrance. Her attempts to pry the tentacle away from her body proved absolutely futile. The force of its grip seemed to be much too strong for her to hope to overpower. The girl had eluded 263 for a time, and that had frustrated it. But now that it had her, it was going to turn that frustration into excitement, and unleash all of it on her. It would feel her - all of her. It would use every ounce of her body. With one mind, the rest of the tentacles rose up and descended on her. They fell over her like a deluge, covering her entire body at once.They weighed her arms down as more coiled around her, pinning her arms to her side. With her resistance absolutely shut down, the other tentacles began to slither over her. They squeezed and slithered its tentacles everywhere, enjoying the soft touch of her delicate skin. They rubbed the bulbous heads of its tentacles against her like lecherous tongues.

Vanessa’s vision was filled with the squirming serpents, and every inch of her was bound and wrapped and covered in warm, domineering tentacle flesh. There was no gentleness; the tentacles pressed into her skin so hard she thought it might bruise, and some of the tentacles began to pull her limbs away from her sides, exposing more of her flesh to the tentacles pinned between. It was as though Vanessa was drowning in these things, entirely enveloped and unable to break free, unable to even perceive anything else but the phallic appendages caressing her creamy, sensitive skin.

Vanessa bit and clawed every step of the way as tentacles wrapped around her. "No! Unhand me at once!" She demanded. Though in her mind, she knew the monster wouldn't listen. They never did. She felt a shiver through her spine as the tentacles coiled up on her luscious legs. It would be able to make out her perfectly soft legs, tainted only by the remaining droplets of chlorine. It was strange, because the tentacles were rather warm. It felt comforting, especially after swimming in some colder water. Despite that comfort, the crimson-haired girl tugged with her wrists and shook her head. The girl's cheeks blushed bright red as her legs were pulled apart. Immediately, the tentacle monster would be able to see just how flexible she was. Vanessa had done some gymnastics before, and therefore her legs could easily be pulled apart. "N-no... don't look! It's embarrassing..." She sobbed. There wasn't anything else the girl could do as the tentacle put had surrounded her and rubbed their warm appendages against her. It was too good. It was too alluring. If it weren't for the fact that these tentacles wanted something, Vanessa was sure she could fall asleep in them because it was so comfortable. "N-noooo... I hate tentacle! Disgusting! Atrocious!" Despite what she said, the girl's face was almost entirely red. Her body reacted to their touch, making her nipples hard and her entire body begin to heat up. Her heart raced the more she was consumed by the tentacles. What will it do to me, she thought. I-Is it going to touch me more? Is it going to fuck me good?

The girl was happy that this monster probably couldn't read her mind. If anyone knew of the indecent thoughts going through Vanessa's mind, she would die. She closed her eyes as her entire body became encased in by the monster. Her struggle slowed to a stop. By this time, some of her womanly juices had already begun trickling down her thighs. D-damn it, I'm so horny...

Synchronization at fifteen percent. ...Victim's dopamine levels are rising, increased neural activity. Damn, she's getting turned on, too, and I don't think that's the link talking. Horny slut.

Mikah didn't answer. Her eyes were fixed on the scene of the girl being molested, pupils dilated slightly. She fought to keep her breathing level as her cheeks turned crimson. One hand gripped the Vanessa's file, while the other pressed idly against the top of her breasts. Her legs pressed together, thighs exerting pressure on each other. Her lips parted slightly as the scene unfolded.

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263 was starting to sense the girl's thoughts, and they were good. There was fear in her mind, as it had come to expect, but her arousal was impossible to miss. It could faintly hear the questions that she asked herself. "Is it going to fuck me good?" That question wasn't one of fear - not exclusively, anyway. Even as she shouted her resistance and denial, her body invited its touch and more. Which was the stronger influence in the girl didn't really matter. 263 was stronger than either, and it was definitely going to fuck her good.

The tentacles didn't bother with her flimsy clothing as they assaulted her sensitive parts. Squirming, clingy appendages coiled around her ample breasts, starting to squeeze them over her bikini. The soft fabric rubbed against her nipples as the tentacles prod and twisted her heaving tits. A couple tentacles slipped in underneath the cups as they were pulled taut over her cleavage, strained as the tentacles separated her breasts, moving them in circles around her chest as they groped and squeezed them. The stress finally became to great for the top, and the front thread coupling her cups snapped. The flimsy fabric strips held against her breasts, pinned by the force of the coils, but continued to slide over her soft, sensitive tits. One cup was finally massaged aside, revealing her diamond-hard nipple, which was quickly rubbed and pressed by another tentacle head.

Down below, tentacles swarmed her crotch. They ran over her bikini bottoms, twisting the fabric into a jumbled mess as the pressed against her barely concealed slit. They took turns poking against her entrance and rummaging around the rest of her crotch, caressing and sliding over her skin. Once more, several tentacles found their way past the garment, slipping in around the edges. They quickly came in contact with her pussy lips and her clit, rubbing her excitedly but not yet entering her. In the commotion, one of the strings on Vanessa's bottom came untied, and hung limply at the side. As with her top, the strip of cloth remained pressed against her aroused sex by the mass of tentacles fighting to explore her.

Vanessa gasped as the tentacle pit enclosed on her. Her soft, creamy body was being touched by something so vile, so rough, so... amazing. Her heart raced like a cat in the heat while the tentacles took their time embracing her body. But she knew like all other encounters that such an act with a monster was looked down upon, and despicable. A small moan escaped her lips as the tentacles squeezed her breasts. "Aaahhhh..." She had arched her back as if to push her breasts closer to the tentacles so she could feel more of its firm texture against her. Her legs were stretched, so she had no chance in resisting the tentacles at all, rather than occasionally glancing down and watching her bikini become ruined. "Fffaaaahhh!" She cried out as the tentacles ran across her wet pussy. Her womanly juices would immediately coat some of the tentacles running by her most sensitive spot.

"Free me, you beast!" She desperately looked for the door in the room, but everything had seemed the same! The entire room was filled with tentacles. "Agent Mikah! I-If you're truly here to save me, then save me before it's too late!" The crimson-haired girl yelled. "Save me before this thing makes love to me! ♥"

"Holy shit, it's really going to town on her. Dammit, at this rate it's going to penetrate her before it even gets to twenty percent."

"It doesn't matter. If it skips the foreplay, then so will we."

"And if it takes her mouth? If she can't talk, it's going to-"

"Her testimony is secondary. The sensors will give us all the data we need. If the bitch is going to keep moaning like that, she can get her mouth plugged full of cock for all I care. Now shut up and tell me when it's ready."

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263's tentacles began to move faster over Vanessa's body. It seemed like every time she cried out or moaned or gasped, the tentacles began to move faster, and more energetically. Gradually, the tentacle flesh surrounding her luscious mammaries began to shift and mold against her. She could feel hardened nubs pressing against her skin, like ridges that certainly hadn't been there before. They began to drag up and down her tits, their firm touch stimulating her more and more. Slowly, tentacles began wrapping farther up her chest, and before long, several were brushing tenderly at her chin. Others floated ominously around her head, pointed intently at her but not moving yet.

The tentacles began to tighten around her body, firmly making it clear that they did not intend to let her go. Spurred on by the delightful moans she was making and liquids she was releasing, the tentacles below continued to rub against her crotch, starting to grind their shafts into her slit. They still didn't point their tips at her entrance, not ready to take her just yet, but they were starting to slip past her lips and rub against the inside of her tunnel. Her bikini bottom still clung to her in disarray.

Vanessa tensed up as the tentacles continued to explore her body. Not that tensing up would help hide any of her body from it. Her heart raced that she wouldn't doubt it if the monster was able to feel it through her breast. The crimson-haired girl bit her bottom lip as the tentacles pressed up against her breasts. They began to heat up with every rub, begging for more. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of the Knight's head. "Haaaaa..." The force of the tentacles felt like they could easily squeeze and strangle her if they wanted to, but instead it was a stiffness that allowed the redhead to relax in their touch. She didn't even need to move a muscle. No- instead the tentacle monster would move and manipulate her body to its (and her) liking. Her bikini bottom was moved aside to allow the tentacles to caress against her womanhood. Wonderful juices trickled down and coated the tentacles. There would be less friction and the tentacles could feel the woman's bubblegum pussy with ease.

Just then, the teen rocked her hips gently back at the tentacles, grinding in the opposite direction from the tentacles. "Mhmm.... aaaahh... W-what are you waiting for?" Vanessa complained. She watched as part of the tentacle entered just barely inside of her. Her love tunnels embraced the pink appendage like a lover. Meanwhile, the girl had grabbed a hold of some tentacles near her hands and lightly began stroking them. Her soft, delicate hands wrapped around the tentacles, rubbing and warming them up for the main event. "More... Mr. monster." The crimson-haired girl continued to rock her hips against the tentacle. "Plunge into me. I need it."

Synchronization at twenty percent. We can proceed - and not a moment too soon. Arousal levels are rising in tandem.

Mikah quickly took hold of the microphone on the console in front of her.

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The tentacles swirled over Vanessa's skin, squirming against every inch of flesh they could find. The ridged tentacles began to cup her breasts in the length of their shafts like a new bra. Their movement up and down her tits finally pushed her bikini top completely out of the way, and they were left naked and enclosed in the monster's embrace, constantly stimulated by the hard nubs rubbing her skin in dozens of places at once. The tentacles grew faster and bolder with every moan and gasp she made, and as she begged the tentacles to take her and fuck her silly on the spot, they began to move to do just that. The tentacles around her crotch began to rub faster, grinding against her slit. The meat shafts sliding over her rump finally untied her bottom's other drawstring, yet her suit remained pinned to her body, beginning to slide over her skin as it picked up moisture from her sweat and dripping nectar.

From the hole above her, several more tentacles descended. These new appendages seemed thinner than the others, but ended in much more pronounced, orb-shaped heads. As they approached, their skin split open and peeled back to reveal slitted eyeballs. They stared at her intensely, unblinking, positioning themselves around her to observe her bound form. As they approached, the tentacles seemed poised to take her. Suddenly, there was a burst of static from speakers Vanessa couldn't see, and then Agent Callahan's voice was echoing through the room.

"Vanessa! Vanessa, can you hear me?" The tentacles squirmed, seemingly excited at the addition of another woman's voice. Several began to crawl towards the source of her voice - likely speakers hidden in the ceiling somewhere, concealed from sight and interference. Callahan waited for Vanessa to respond before she continued.

"Vanessa, listen to me closely. I need you to focus. Do as I say, and we'll get through this. I need you to think back to your first attack. Remember the dragon, Vanessa. What happened?"

The more the tentacles curled around the feminine form, the more her body heated up. Even her face was blushed red from the entire encounter. "Ngghhh...!" Vanessa groaned as some of the tentacles cupped her sensitive breasts. Her nipples were on fire at the moment. The sensation of the tentacles rubbing against her breasts was indescribable. She closed her eyes and swore that she had just climaxed from the monster's touch. When the Knight opened her eyes and looked below, it was true. The tentacles below her were soaked not with chlorine, but with her own womanly juices. The sticky fluid coated the tentacles, causing them to glisten from whatever light still remained in the room. Her toes twitched as the tentacles rubbed against her sensitive pussy. "Aaahh... Please, I just came..." The Knight complained, but the tentacles showed no signs of slowing down. Not one had fully penetrated her yet, which made the scene ever more so embarrassing! How worse could this get?! Then, the girl turned her head to notice two large eyeballs staring at her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she screamed. If it weren't for the tentacles holding her together, she would have made a run for it. "S-stop it... don't look..." The crimson-haired girl was ashamed of how close those eyes were. They were able to take into view every part of her act.

She could feel the tentacles run up against her round, athletic ass. "I-If you're going to fuck me, then do it!" The girl complained while keeping eye contact away from the monster. Even the booming voice in the speaker didn't seem to snap the girl out of it. "D-dragon?" She lowered her head, and bit her lip. "What happened was..." Her voice quivered. What answer did Mikah want? "It... It did me." Vanessa blushed.

That was certainly answer enough for the tentacles. As one eye remained transfixed on her impassioned face and another stared lovingly at her bound cleavage, more descended to focus on her leaking slit. Her orgasm had excited the tentacles beyond control, as had her recollection of being drilled by the dragon. The tentacles were ready for their turn, and one of them quickly angled for her sopping pussy and pushed forward.

Unfortunately for Vanessa, though her bikini bottoms had been dislodged, they were still being held against her body and moved around by the tentacles that grasped its strings. And just seconds before, it had happened to be dragged back over her crotch, clinging to her nectar. As the tentacle pushed, it quickly ran up against the sheer fabric. Not to be deterred, the tentacle responded by pushing harder between what it knew to be her lips. Vanessa could feel the bikini stretch as it was pushed harder and harder against her lips, and start to slide over her. Finally, something gave, and her bikini wrapped around the thick head of the tentacle as it pushed forward past her entrance, riding the monstrous phallus as it penetrated her. The draw strings hung out of her entrance as the garment was pushed deeper and deeper inside her.

The tentacle didn't seem to mind the tag-along. It took little notice as it tunneled deeper and deeper into Vanessa's body, spreading her sacred walls apart. It went deeper and deeper, twisting against her walls to gain better leverage. Finally, it and her swimsuit were pressed against her cervix, and the monster could go no deeper. The tentacle quickly reared back, before thrusting into her again. Her cunny was so tight that it practically held her swimwear in place inside her. The tentacle got a good feel of her wet folds on its head as it drew back, and then pounded into her stuffed pussy. It quickly began to accelerate, giving little concern for how well adjusted she was to the situation.

Mikah's voice replied over the speakers, desperately trying to keep Vanessa's attention. "I need you to remember it, Vanessa. Remember the dragon. Think about it as hard as you can. Picture it in your mind - every detail you can. Remember what happened. Focus."

Vanessa shut her eyes. Out of sight, out of mind right? Wrong. The knight could imagine that eye staring, watching her becoming defiled. Its unblinking stare sent a shiver down her spine. She wasn't too sure how long she kept her eyes closed. In fact, the girl wondered if it was a tentacle monster violating her instead of the dragon. The redhead had to open her eyes to realize that it was indeed the tentacles. The sloppy noise of their sex could be heard as the appendage pushed inside her welcoming insides. The fabric pushed inside of her had felt unsettling. However, it made her ever more sensitive to the monster's touch. The redhead had no choice but to rock her hips to the motion of the thrusting tentacle to reduce how good it felt. Yet at the same time, she loved it. The crimson-haired girl began to grind her hips against it, almost begging the tentacle monster to kiss her cervix. Its smooth appendage rubbed against her wavy insides. Each time the tentacle pushed in, it would feel pressure from her walls. "T-too good..." The girl whimpered. She clamped down on the tentacle, meaning the tentacle would have to push ferociously harder if it wanted to dive deeper inside her every time. Sweat trickled down from her thighs. Her musical moans had filled the tentacle room. "More, more! Fuck me more, Mr. Dragon!" Vanessa cried out. She was drunk on pleasure, and desired so much more.

She squeezed the nearby tentacles harder. The girl was stroking them while skillfully flicking her thumb over the top nub.

The tentacles became more excited as she cried out in pleasure, starting to fuck her harder the more she begged them for it. The tentacle inside her pussy was practically thrashing, pounding into her tunnel as far as it could reach, knocking against her cervix again and again, the blows only slightly cushioned by the swimwear trapped in her soaking snatch. The tightness of her tunnel was no match for the sheer strength of the phallic invader, and it thrust steadily, spreading her wide all the way to the core every time. The tentacles in her hands began to pump to pump up and down with Vanessa's skilled hand movements. Because the tentacles weren't the same as actual penises, the friction did little to actually stimulate them. Their impulse was to pump inside a girl, not uselessly in her hands. But 263 found this behavior intriguing, and at any rate, it seemed to heighten the girl's sexual attention, which in turn rewarded the tentacle splitting her pussy fervently.

263 could feel the girl's thoughts now. As she drowned in her own lust, her mind began to fixate on one point. In her thoughts, a strange beast, black and massive, bent her over and fucked her brutally. 263 didn't understand, but it knew these thoughts were arousing the girl, and that was good enough. It focused in on these images, and as it did, they began to become more real for Vanessa as well. Soon, she would feel as if the great shadow of the perverted dragon really was looming over her, its pointed tail drilling into her sex as it dominated her body.

As Vanessa cried out, another tentacle appeared, drawn to the sound of her wailing voice. It quickly pushed into her gaping mouth and filled her to her throat. It began rocking back and forth against her lips, filling her mouth until her cheeks puffed with every thrust inward.

((Sorry for taking forever to post!! I've been really busy these past few weeks! ))

Vanessa leaned back in pleasure as she allowed the tentacles work their magic on her. She wasn't someone important to this tentacle monster, but rather the opposite. Her pussy was just a vent for its lust. She could feel the tentacles reaching inside of her, rubbing against her tight walls. At the same time, the tentacles planted a kiss on her cervix with every thrust. When she glanced back, she saw not a tentacle monster but a large black dragon. "Y-yes, you've come back, Mr. Dragon~" The redhead sang, "Fuck me more! Teach this naughty knight what it means to mess with dragons!" She rocked her hips in a circular motion, pressing the tentacle against every bit of her walls. "Make me yours! ❤" Her musical moans filled the room. The redhead no longer desired to be saved by agent Mikah. If only she could enjoy this pleasure everyday, she would be content.

Her breasts bounced with every pounding, dancing as freely as they could under the tentacles' grasp. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" The redhead arched her back and coated the tentacle in her love juices. Vanessa's juices trickled down her thigh and to the tentacles below so they could get a taste of her- if that was even possible. "More, more!" The energetic redhead begged. She stuck her tongue out and allowed a roaming tentacle to roll against her tongue. She enclosed her lips around the tentacle. Her mouth was warm and moist. Saliva coated the tentacle. The Knight began to hungrily slurp on the tentacle.

((No worries, stuff happens))

"Well, guess that's all the talking we'll be getting out of her, informative though it was..."

"Control, are the sensors still online?"

"Yes ma'am, synchronization at thirty two percent and rising. Sensory patterns are lining up."

"Jesus, where did we find this girl? The crazy slut is out of her mind."

"On the contrary, Doctor Lee, she's adapting. ...Let's proceed."

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Although the tentacles may not have cared too much for her on an intimate level, they were all too happy to give her as much pleasure as she could stand. They were everywhere, taking her body for all it was worth. The tentacle in her mouth began to pump hard, encouraged by her licentious slurping and sucking. It wasn't often that 263 got such an eager and willing ingestion of its tentacles, but Vanessa would have a hard time getting it out of her mouth now that it was in, if she even wanted to at all. The tentacle pressed against the back of her throat as it thrust inside her mouth again and again, pushing against the tongue that so eagerly greeted and explored its mass.

All of this oral pleasure came amid shakes and tremors as the tentacle in her pussy continued to pillage her hard. Her body trembled at the attention it received. The tentacles tightened around her limbs, reinforcing their dominance over her body, and that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. The images of the dragon fucking her hard and the reality of the tentacles doing the same would begin to blur in her head, the nature of her reality slipping into a delirious haze of rape and debauchery. As she came, the tentacles squirmed excitedly, drunk on the scent of her juices running out of her, and the feeling of her muscles clenching tightly against the mass inside her. That same mass fucked her roughly, driving her walls apart even as they tried to squeeze together in orgasm. Its every thrust was lubricated by her sexual fluids, making loud, wet noises as it drilled into her over and over. The tentacles molesting her tits began to squeeze her lovely orbs roughly, teasing her nipples as they did.

"Vanessa, listen to my voice," Mikah's voice returned over the speaker. "Remember what happened next, in the locker room. You were with Andrea then. The slimes attacked you, and you were raped. Do you remember?" The powerful thrusting continued inside Vanessa as the woman spoke, trying to focus her memories.