The monster's only response to her cries was to do far more of what he was doing instead. The tentacle, rubbing lightly before on that very sensitive spot, began caressing it vigorously, not to cause any pain, but merely to accentuate the pleasure she was already gaining from it.

At the same time, tendrils all over her body began moving into her outfit, inside of her blouse, skirt, even bra. The soft tendrils began acting, removing her clothes with a frightening efficiency. Antipode figured to hell with it, and the tendrils pulled, ripping at the fabric hiding her body from him. Very quickly, her shirt was then off. Along with her bra. Her skirt was easily removed, and new tendrils in her panties got rid of them instantly.

But the tendril rubbing her clit was, however, moving, and because it was pressed so intimately into her other areas, it caused it to rub slightly against them as well, only adding to his actions.

Then, of course, she would feel several tendrils wrapping, coiling, around her ample breasts...

Monica continued to pant as the monster rubbed harder and faster on her clit. She could feel it begin to grow larger as blood rushed to it, and that just made each moment more intense, and more terrible in its pleasure.

"No, damn you! You said you'd let me get undressed myself!" Monica cried as the creature tore her clothes off her body. Her jiggling breasts were exposed to the cool classroom air, causing her nipples to harden instantly. Her skirt and panties were shredded as well, leaving her expansive ass pressed against the bare tile floor. The combination of cool sensations and physical pleasure made her start to moan all over again.

The tentacle at her crotch continued its rubbing, and Monica, despite herself, was moving with its motions, pressing herself against it like an eager partner. She hadn't realized her own cooperation yet, however, as she was too distracted by the tentacles beginning to wind around her ample breasts.

"GET AWAY!" she screamed, "Let me go!"

Well, you did rather use that option to try to run. I had to punish you somehow, didn't I? A rather cool statement from the monster, but that seemed to be how he felt about it. Odd mood today. Much less into the talking and vastly more into subduing the girl for a very long time to come. Her struggles, of course, were pointless, but he wouldn't point that out again. She probably knew, and was just doing it for her own sake.

Either way, words aside, her body knew precisely what it wanted. And of course he was going to give her body precisely that, and more besides. The tendrils at her breasts quickly coiled multiple times around the fleshy orbs, and soon began squeezing, pulsing into them time after time, pulling and massaging and generally fondling her more effectively than mere hands could ever pull off.

He was being unusually aggressive today. But he didn't mind. It'd been awhile since his last fix, after all, so he was rather impatient. Acknowledging her body's movements in tune with his ministrations on her clit, he continued just like that, toying with her without stop. And he could already feel her body reacting. It was quite good, even from the little he already gave her.

Monica couldn't think straight as the apendages on her breasts began to pulse and squeeze, pulling and stroking her tits in a way that bordered on over-stimulation. It was too much!

Her naked body was growing hot and she continued to pant. She was sweating now, and wanted frantically to get away. She strained to reach a book or pencil, anything that could be used as a weapon - but it was impossible.

The tentacle between her legs continued to work on her clitoris, and she knew she was getting very wet down there. She noticed that her hips were working in time with her attacker, moving forward to gain more stimulation. She felt incredibly dirty and disgusted with herself for responding in this way.

"What are you doing to me? You're forcing me to like this! You're making me enjoy rape!"

(Forgive me for the long pause. I was away for awhile, but I'm back now!)

The monster examined her reactions to every touch, every movement. She was struggling, that was indeed true, but her body was beginning to lose its way in the pleasures he was already giving her. Such minor things, not anything like what he could give her later. But nonetheless, she was quite upset... if only at herself for enjoying it.

Well, yes. As I've said, that would be the only point of any of this.Come now, relax.

the tentacles wrapped around her breasts squeezed harder, pulling and massaging, perhaps, up to that level of overstimulation she was reaching. Down below, her clit would feel a strange change. Instead of wrapping around her as it was doing before, it let go, for a brief second, before the tip opened up. This little mouth latched onto the sensitive nub, and began sucking upon it... like an expert mouth.