More tentacles extended up to Ginger, starting to run along her body, until they reached the edges of her clothes. A number of the squirming appendages slipped under her shirt, squirming in around her collar, her waistline, and even her sleeves. Her torso was quickly covered in warm, fleshy tentacles, held close to her skin by her tight blouse and their own strength. They began to slide over her, tugging her shirt this way and that as they ran over her. More tentacles began to slip down from her waist towards her pants. They slipped into her jeans, starting to wiggle around inside her pants. The garment started to slip down her body, but it didn't make it very far. Instead, the durable fabric held the tentacles closer to her as they began to explore her lower body, quickly slithering towards her crotch. They began to run over her panties inside her pants.

"Hey! Get out of there! Stop that!" she yelled as some of the tentacles slid inside her blouse and rubbed her body through the compression shirt she wore to keep her breasts from being so prominent.

The thing ignored her, more tentacles working their way inside her jeans and attempting to remove the garment. While the tentacles apparently lacked the dexterity to pull them down very far and the strength to tear them, that did little to slow them. As they started to fondle her through her panties, her pleas began to sound more desperate, the thin fabric feeling like an utterly insufficient barrier against the invaders. "Noo… Don't… Please, let me go…"

The tentacles continued to squirm around Ginger's crotch, but their movements were restricted by the tight, durable fabric of her jeans. There was little they could do except press harder against her skin. As they moved lower, one shaft began to grind against her nethers as it wormed its way around her pelvis. Her panties were rubbed side to side, stretched and pulled by the alien members they was sharing pants space with.

The tentacles around her chest were having more luck in their movements. Several found the edges of her compression shirt, some slipping in beneath the lower hem while another dipped below the collar. They slithered beneath the tight fabric like worms under soft earth, making for her constrained tits. As they pressed against the skin of her ample, supple mounds, they began to slide back and forth between her cleavage, before starting to move around her breasts, slowly encircling them. Their squeezing caused her lovely orbs to rise and press against her shirt.

At last, her pants had come to present an obstacle which could no longer be abided. More tentacles wormed their way into her pants, pressing for her crotch. Then, they began pressing outwards. In seconds, the seam gave way, and the seat of her pants ripped in two, freeing her crotch from its denim shield. The garment still clung to her body, but provided no more obstacle in accessing her entrance. Riding their momentum, the tentacles turned to her panties next, hooking around the crotch and pulling. The underwear tore away in an instant, exposing her young pussy. Tentacles coiled tightly up her thighs, as more began to once again massage her crotch, moving closer and closer to her slit.

As first her jeans and then her panties succumbed to the tentacles' brute force attack, Ginger redoubled her efforts to struggle free of them. Between their superior strength and how thorough a grip they had on her, she was only able to squirm futilely against their lewd advances. "No… Stop it… Don't…" she begged, even though the things had shown no sign of understanding her words. Her body, on the other hand, was beginning to respond to their attention, her nipples stiffening from the caresses.

A tentacle moved between Ginger's legs, floating towards her exposed crotch. As it drew close, it pressed its head against her entrance, gently stroking up and down several times, softly touching her clit as it moved. Then, it zeroed in on her hole, and began to press against her. Her cunny was tight, and the tentacles head was massive. The tentacles around her legs stretched forced her to open more, spreading her pussy for the tentacle to penetrate more easily. Finally, the tentacle pressed past her labia and into her velvety tunnel, starting to burrow its way in. It twisted as it moved deeper and deeper.

Despite herself, she gasped in pleasure as the tentacle stroked her sex. When the thing began to press against her, trying to force its way inside, she did her best to try to force her thighs back together. Against the superior strength of the tentacles trying to spread her wider, it was a lost cause, and the thing soon had her open to its assault and wasted no time pressing inside her already wet depths.

She cried out in both pain and pleasure at the invasion, yelling loudly enough that only the remoteness of the location prevented anyone—or anything—from hearing and investigating. This was followed by low moans as the thing thrust and twisted inside her, its size causing it to inevitably hit her most sensitive spots as it went.

263 noted every spot that caused the girl to moan louder or gasp in pleasure, making a mental map of her love tunnel as it dug its way deeper. Even as the head passed, its shaft twisted to press against as many of them as it could, constantly stimulating her most sensitive spots, and stretching her wider at the same time. Finally, it moved as deep as it could, pressing against her cervix. The tentacle wasted no time in starting to pull back, even with the girl still clamped down around it. With a steady pull, its sinewy shaft and bulbous head withdrew, once more stretching her passage one inch at a time, before leaving it feeling empty. The sudden hollowness proved fleeting, as it rapidly pushed back into her, as deep as it could go. It picked up a steady rhythm, thrusting deep and pulling out, filling and emptying her pussy in a split second.

The tentacles near her breasts had been busy as well. More had found their way under her compression shirt, and were squirming over the surfaces of her breasts. The tight shirt pushed them into her soft flesh, making sure every inch of their skin touched hers. Realizing that her mounds were more than they seemed at first brush, the tentacles had tried to coil around her breasts, but were having little success with the constrictive top in their way. Frustrated, they began to push against the fabric, raising it from her skin.

Every thrust of the tentacle into her tight depths drew another cry of mixed pleasure and pain from her. Despite her continued hopeless struggles, she could feel herself getting wetter as each thrust hit her most sensitive spots with incredible precision.

She gave a prolonged cry as the tentacles strained against the constriction top, the edges of the garment digging into her back as the seams endured against the assault for now.

The tentacles could feel Ginger's growing wetness, as well, and they basked in it. The tentacle inside her began to speed up, its movements lubricated by the fluid the girl was unwillingly starting to secrete. Her sweet nectar was a fuel for the tentacle's fire, as were the desperate cries she released with every deep thrust. Her tunnel gripped the tentacle tightly, her creamy folds yielding and contracting in front of its bulbous head, closing around it as it pushed its way through them. More tentacles squirmed over the her pelvis, hoping to soak up traces of her fluids that grew damp on her labia. They stroked against her crotch, pressing against her swollen pussy lips and clit, lubricating themselves in her own juices.

Under her shirt, the tentacles began to thrash wildly. She could hear cloth tearing under their strength, and feel her clothes shifting wildly against her skin. After several moments, the tentacles pushed away from her, and her blouse and shirt both exploded upwards. Shreds of fabric floated gently down as her whole chest was finally released and exposed. With her massive tits released, the tentacles seemed appeased, and calmly returned to begin to slide over her soft globes.

The destruction of her shirt eased some of her torment as the pressure of the garment digging into her back ended and the tentacles assaulting her chest calmed down and began to caress her tits more gently. The one in her pussy did not ease up for a moment, however, thrusting into her with increasing vigor as other tentacles joined it to fondle the accessible areas around the invader. Even as she moaned for the ordeal to stop, she could feel a climax building in her depths, ready to soak the intruder with more of her juices.

The tentacles seemed eager to aid in Ginger's impending orgasm. The tentacle penetrating her fucked her pussy savagely, pounding against her core and spreading her young, pink folds with power and friction. It rolled gently left and right as it shoved its way in and out, creating a kind of cork-screwing motion inside her. Meanwhile, the tentacles at her tits began to run over her enormous mounds, pushing them towards her face as they tickled their undersides with their surprisingly soft heads. More began to press at her nipples, teasing the rosy buds to aroused hardness. She could feel several of the tentacles secreting a slimy fluid against her breasts, causing them to shine, and making the flow of the fleshy shafts over her skin smoother and more alluring.

With the way the tentacle was thrusting into her, it didn't take long before the dam burst and Ginger cried out in ecstasy as her juices washed around the invader. The cry was mixed with moans of pleasure as other tentacles caressed her breasts and rubbed in some sort of fluid that made the whole experience more enjoyable than she was comfortable with under the circumstances.

The tentacles' attentions put her in such an aroused state that she hit a second climax just as she thought that she was coming down from the first one.

Ginger's succession of climaxes put the tentacles into an extra-excited state. As her fluids soaked the shafts of the tentacles, they began to squirm agitatedly against her skin. As her second climax hit her, they suddenly shifted her hips, practically raising them over her head, and stretched her legs open wider. The tentacle inside thrust harder, starting to twist and squirm against her velvety love tunnel. More tentacles squirmed into the remains of her pants and underwear, starting to caress her crotch and work their way underneath her to her round rear. As Ginger cried out in euphoria, another tentacle forced its way into her mouth, quickly pressing all the way to her throat before it started to pump back and forth. Its skin was bitter and dirty, but there was no way for her tongue to escape its intrusions.

Between the increased activity of the tentacles and the sudden change of her position, Ginger was taken completely by surprise by the tentacle that thrust into her mouth. She nearly gagged on the intruder as it forced itself as far back as it could go. She tried to get free of the foul-tasting invader, twisting her head from side to side, trying to pull back from it, and attempting to spit it out, but it was all in vain. Only fear of what the other tentacles might do to her prevented her from trying to bite it. As the thing brutally raped her mouth, she tried to protest, to beg it to stop, but her words were rendered unintelligible by the assault.

If anything, Ginger's vocal protests only seemed to egg the tentacle on. It began to thrust faster and deeper into her mouth the more noise she made, starting to tunnel down her throat before retreating back into her mouth in progressive thrusts. Down below, even as the tentacle already inside of her continued to thrust mercilessly into her drenched sex, more tentacles began to slide over the curve of her rump, gently fondling her ass. As they caressed and pleasured her voluptuous cheeks, one slid its way between them and began humping at her crack, slowly worming its way deeper between her soft, sweaty skin. Finally, it brushed against her anus and stopped, turning its tip against the tight hole. It slowly began to apply more and more pressure, starting to spread her back door.