Risa continued to rest somewhat peacefully, despite the subtle distractions of the monster’s tentacles gently stroking her most delicate areas. Her recuperative slumber proved resilient even to the direct intrusion and stimulation of her feminine sex, not to mention the soft yet constant stimulation of this new breed of tentacles that caressed, molded and played with her soft, doughy breasts like they made of putty. The monster’s eye stalks floated above her prone, sleeping figure, admiring her undeniable beauty in this subtle, erotic state. From a distance, it may have even looked like the creature was watching over her as she slept, like a caring guardian. However, such a facade would fade quickly when one noticed just how this supposed protector was handling his charge. Upon close inspection, there could be no question that the girl was clearly being victimized in her sleep.

After some time, the girl’s mind had finally performed enough subconscious repairs and rejuvenation that her subconscious began to loose its heavy weight over her ability to wake naturally. As the darkness lost its hold on her, Risa’s young mind became distracted by something distant, yet urgent. She floated towards it through the inky blackness, even as she felt herself rising up towards the surface of her conscious thoughts. When she arrived, the teen felt wildly disoriented. She shifted her body, feeling awfully strange. Something wasn’t right, and her some part of her was desperately trying to get her attention.

The girl tried to figure out just what sort of reality she was waking up into. If she was waking, that meant she’d been asleep. So, where was she, and why did she feel so awkward? Risa tried opening her eyes, which still felt heavy from her recent nap. Wait, something was on her chest. w-Woah, hold on, something was inside her too!

“Huh? ah-Ahh!? Uuugghnn!” Risa suddenly jerked lightly as she felt her sex spasm powerfully. Oh god, there was something thrusting into her pussy! The girl snapped her thighs closed on the mischievous intruder, and only then recognized its horribly familiar shape.

“Uhhn! Uhh! Oh no! Nooo!” Risa immediately broke into tears of helplessness as she grasped at the tentacles at her chest and between her legs. However, her efforts failed to pull the the appendages from their stations, and her efforts were weakened further as she came suddenly and viciously. It hit her lower mid-section so hard that her stomach cramped near-painfully from the intensity of the spasms. Her head was thrown back as she arched her chest upwards magnificently. The lean muscles in her stomach and thighs pulsed visibly as she continued to come hard all over the tentacle buried in her pink snatch.

Like a flash flood, the experience hit and then drained away. It was like being woken up to the sensation of an intense electric shock and ripped through the young woman’s body, and then left her just as quickly. Risa collapsed in a shivering heap, her hands desperately clutching the tentacles that had done this to her. She babbled and whimpered softly, trying to form the words to beg the monster to stop. Had he been touching her the entire time that she’d slept? Ugh, the very thought sent shivers of vile disgust rampaging through her lithe figure. The teen gasped for breath and composure, as she wrestled pathetically with the soft tentacles of her tormentor.

263 thrust into her body, patiently waiting for the girl to return to consciousness. As she slept, her body continued to respond with subtle hints of arousal, generally held in check by her sleeping state, but still slowly rising. Enjoying her tight sex, 263 felt no impatience for the girl to stir. A part of it even felt as though it could blow two or three tentacles inside her before it grew bored with this new, less violent method of rape. But it was also eager for the girl to resume her trek, and encounter the surprises it held in store for her. So it was with a fair amount of anticipation that it felt her returning to consciousness. Her thoughts began to fade in, like a radio slowly being turned up from its lowest volume. Words and pictures became louder, and more solid, until at last she regained awareness of herself.

The fact that she was already being fucked didn't hit her for several seconds. But once it did, she reacted almost immediately. Not that her reactions did her much good. As she struggled at the tentacles assaulting her body, they offered no indication that they even felt her attempts to pull them away. It was a stark reminder that, although the tentacles took to binding her every time they met, it was more for the sake of 263's preferences than its actual safety. It could leave her free to thrash and claw and punch and tug all she wanted, but she couldn't dissuade the tentacles from ravaging her. Even if she did manage to stand up and run with a tentacle thrusting away inside her pussy, she could only delay the inevitable in here. She was literally fucked from the moment she set foot in this place, and the relief of sleep only left her even more vulnerable.

And even then, not every part of her resisted. Even as her mind struggled to react to her sudden discovery, her body's reactions skyrocketed. Elevated by her return to consciousness, she came almost immediately, flooding her love tunnel with another wave of her sweet juices. The tentacle inside her morphed its skin, absorbing the rush of fluids and adding them to its stockpile, tucked away elsewhere in the maze. Meanwhile, it continued to thrust as her pussy clenched and squeezed, enjoying the added tightness of her orgasm. The monster watched her sensual form writhe and twist provocatively from her climax, almost encouraged to follow her lead and meet her orgasm with its own. But instead, it chose to continue as it was, steadily fucking her through her climax without a change in pace or ferocity. It just idly banged her, letting her get her orgasm out of her system.

Her climax passed in moments, much shorter than many of her more powerful releases had been. With the crippling pleasure behind her, the girl once again tried to remove the tentacles from her body, without any success. Its eyes stared down at her, enjoying the way she looked as she was steadily pounded against her will. Her best efforts couldn't protect her from being banged on the grass, and her face twisted with sorrow and despair, even as her body shook sexily with the force of being steadily fucked. As if to add insult to injury, that was when 263 decided to cum. It pushed its tentacle inside her, and immediately released its fluid directly into her body, starting with her womb. It wasn't the rushing flood of ejaculate that had concluded their previous romp. This stream of jism was almost as idle and perfunctory as her fucking had been, being pumped into her without passion or build up. But it was still a considerable amount, and with the excess left over from just moments before, it eventually began to pour out of her pussy.

Finally, the tentacle withdrew from Risa's body, leaving her sex to leak the combined fluids that had gathered within her. The tentacles that had apprehended her breasts also withdrew, leaving her unmolested, at least for the moment. The tentacles retracted slowly, as if still watching her. That was when there was a chuckle from above her head, the opposite direction from the tentacles.

"You slept well," the naked senior girl taunted her. "You should probably get moving now. Unless you want him to come back and fuck you some more."

Risa’s body writhed about upon the damp grass floor like a serpent in agony. Her tentacled assailants continued to firmly molest her erogenous zones in gentle, yet unyielding methods of direct stimulation. As if being brought to orgasm by squirming, alien appendages wasn’t bad enough for the young female, she always found it impossible to calm down afterwards, what with the way the tentacles never ceased or slowed their various, simultaneous forms of administering pleasure to the girl. Even now, completely unrestrained and supposedly in full control over her own body, Risa could do nothing to stop the monster from having his way with her lovely body. Both of her hands were wrapped resolutely about the tentacle between her creamy, soft thighs, and still they were but passengers along for the ride as the alien limb continued to move steadily in and out of her tight, clenching pussy.

The teen jerked and hissed as she felt the tentacle inside of her sex become porous, and begin gently sucking up her womanly nectar. She groaned with humiliation, and blushed deeply from the embarrassment of pulling double duty as the beast’s fuck toy and drinking fountain at the same time. Her body wriggled about for a little while, flattening the grass around her as she tried to slip out of the grasp of the tentacles coiled about her pale, full breasts. Instead, the girl could only watch through teary eyes as her creamy mounds were coiled and claimed by the monster’s dextrous lengths.

“Ah!? Ohhh fuck. You... goddamn bastard,” Risa turned her body on her side as she tried to hide from the leering gaze of the alien eye stalks hovering above her. Inside of her tight, pink sex, the monster suddenly unleashed yet another gushing load of his horrible ejaculate. It poured straight into her already-filled womb, which felt pregnant by now with the weight of all that alien jism. Risa hid her face fully in the bed of grass below her, biting down on several blades of damp foliage out of pure rage fueled by her helpless frustration. In her current position, the curves that outlined the sides of Risa’s body were perfectly displayed and accentuated. Within her pussy, the teen felt the alien’s hot spunk splash and overflow around their ugly union. As she felt the first warm drops stain and tickle the flesh of her inner thigh, she reached out and grabbed a fistful of more grass as if she were grasping the linen sheets of her bed back at home.

Not fair; it just wasn’t fair at all. She was so powerless against the monster. It was one thing if he could take advantage of her through the use of overwhelming force, but to just use her without restraints felt so utterly wrong. She knew that she didn’t want it, but getting raped that way almost made it feel like she had somehow just let it happen. Worse still, she’d even gotten off on it. Man, was she really that sick in the head, that she always came so fucking hard whenever she got felt up by this alien’s icky tentacles?

Without a word, the tentacles removed themselves from Risa’s body. Slowly, they began to retract from the gasping, softly-sobbing girl. As they departed, someone else appeared. The girl flinched at the sound of a real human voice, but then she groaned as she realized just who’s voice it was.

“Go away,” Risa’s voice was terse, but exhausted. She sat up slowly, hissing lightly at the pulsing ache coming from her nethers. Damn, her poor pussy had been getting abused this whole time without pause, and now she was supposed to just get up and continue on? That’s when the freshman smirked with a cruel jibe for the senior girl illusion, “No, actually, you stay right there. When the monster comes back, why don’t you take the next round for me? I could use the break, as apparently even my breaks are just another excuse to get inhumanely raped in some new, unthinkable way.”

The long-legged beauty paused her snide remarks to groan as she painfully forced herself back up on her feet. She had to lean bodily against the closest hedge, but at least she could stay somewhat upright without her legs giving out under her. Truth be told, though, it was like trying to stand with a couple of wet noodles. With one arm holding onto the hedge, and another wrapped about her bloated, sloshing middle, the girl started to make her way forwards once again.

“Heh, y’know, my scale is gonna kill me when I get back to my room, what with all the fluid weight I’ve taken on down here,” Risa snickered at her own, dark joke, even as a single tear slipped free from one of her drained, blue-grey eyes.

The senior girl offered Risa no answer as she began to walk away. She only turned to follow Risa with her eyes, that same disquieting smile plastered on her lips. Once again, the monster's appendages retreated as it partook of the sight of the sexily stripped and violated young woman walking through the maze. With every round of rough, relentless sex 263 forced upon her, she seemed to come out the other side all the sexier. By now, her body was covered with the traces of their union. White streaks and globs stained her smooth, pale skin, and clung with the sweat and dirt and grass in her tangled blonde hair. Her breasts were reddened from the constant groping they received, and marks from her constriction dotted the rest of her slender form. Her abdomen, once so tantalizingly toned and flat, was now swollen and bloated from its cum, some of which continued to leak from her well-used holes and trickle down her thighs. Her pink slit, having most recently received yet another burst of its ejaculate, seemed the most eager in its expulsion, practically dripping as she walked on.

And even that walk had been tainted by the constant rape she'd been subjected to. Where before her steps had been spry and determined, now she slogged and dragged herself forward, her muscles seeming to be on the verge of giving out. But more than anything, her eyes said everything. Her expression had turned grim, at least for the moment, and her eyes dark and angry. There was exhaustion in her face, with hopelessness creeping in. She looked very much like a girl who had been raped - more than once, in fact again and again. And that look made 263 titter with anticipation. There was satisfaction to be had in raping an innocent virgin - in taking that which seemed untakable, and had never been taken before. There was also something entirely different, but just as satisfying about raping a haggard fuck toy. To any observer, this girl had been fucked, and could be fucked, at any time, by anything that desired her. 263 had her ass on tap, and it could do her any time it wished.

Not that it was about to abandon its more intricate plans for the sake of repetitively banging her wherever she stood. Surprise rapes were all well and good, but it had much grander plans for this opportunity it had been given. For the moment, it let the girl continue back down the path. Before long, she returned to the fork she'd originally run down, trying to escape its tentacles.

Risa could only stand upright by keeping her weight supported against the nearest hedge wall, and she found that the only way to move herself forward was to half-pull herself along by grabbing and tugging at the leafy growths. Even with her aches and pains, the girl managed to get going at a reasonable pace. Soon enough, she could cope with the dull body-wide soreness to the point that she only had to keep a hand against the wall to maintain her balance while she began half-walking, half-stumbling under her own power along the grassy path of the maze. The girl’s other arm remained about her middle, where she could feel and hear alien fluids slosh and gurgle within her straining insides. The sounds were incredibly embarrassing to endure, even more so than the distension of her belly. After all, she didn’t have to look down at her swollen gut, but she couldn’t just force herself not to hear those noises that bubbled out from inside of her. The girl’s cheeks reddened, and her teeth bared slightly as she put some pressure down on her midriff with her free arm, hoping to help force out the excess tentacle jizz-goop, whatever-the-fuck.

Her throbbing holes were actually somewhat soothed by the constant flow of thick, creamy fluid moving out of their interior. The stuff cooled on her aching rings of muscle, helping to relieve and renew her heavily-abused flesh. From there, however, the sensations that followed were considerably less desirable. Thick runnels of intermingled fluids of a sexual nature snaked down the interior of either of the girl’s long, sculpted legs. They created streams and little rivers that etched their paths upon the young woman’s wondrous skin like tongues of lightning being born in slow motion. Once they reached the bottom, the various streams of cum pooled and collected at the bottom of Risa’s bare feet, which caused her every step to slap and squish with the sticky goop. Although she didn’t turn to see for herself, the teen was fairly certain that she was leaving behind white-painted footprints upon the grass as she walked.

After a surprisingly great length of time, Risa had finally made her way back to the fork in the path. How long had it really been since she’d first come across this intersection? It seemed like days ago, and the memories of all the time between then and now haunted her fragile, young mind. Risa shivered, mentally shaking herself free of the heavy clutch of despair that creeped in at her resolve. No way, she couldn’t let this place break her. This was by far the worst experience of her life, but she was going to make it out of this, and she’d be stronger than ever for it. Every time that that disgusting monster laid his slimy tentacles on her, it only reinforced her desire to get out of this place. Not just the maze, but the entire island itself. She was not safe here, and that much was clear. She was going to pull herself through this hell-hole, and then she was going to get off this god-forsaken island and never look back.

The teen paused only momentarily to look longingly down the way that she had come from earlier. She knew that path eventually would take her back to the main intersection. She’d cum and sweated so hard and so much by now that she was actually pretty thirsty. Not to mention how good it would feel just to dip herself in the cold waters of that fountain, even just for a second. Risa sighed with longing, wanting so hard to go back there, but knowing that to do so would be just entirely foolish. There was still a whole different path yet to be explored. If she turned back now, then all the ground that she’d covered would potentially be for nothing. It made no sense to give in to temptation now. She had to check every corner of this maze if she was ever going to find the exit. The girl set her jaw firmly and, with her determination set in place, began to trudge steadily down the new path.

263 found Risa's situation much more enjoyable than she herself did. Watching the girl press on with a constant trickle of mixed sexual fluids running out of her was extremely entertaining. It was a flattering testament to just how thoroughly it had taken her in its last engagements. Her very footsteps left a trail of defilement that followed her wherever she went. But far more satisfying were the sounds of fluids sloshing about inside her. By piggy-backing onto her thoughts, 263 could experience the same auditory reminder of her ravaging that rang through her head with every step, and the sounds were delicious. More than anything else, this proved how thoroughly it had claimed her. Its lust was inside her now, and all she could do was carry the weight of her conquering with her, constantly reminding her that her body was tainted, and could be further tainted at any time.

The monster made no further move on Risa as she reached the fork again, and headed down the path she had not yet explored. It quietly applauded her tenacity. Were it not for its own interference, the girl would be certain to escape this maze in short order. Of course, 263 didn't plan to allow any such thing. Soon enough, its next plan went into motion.

After several minutes, the girl rounded a fork in the path, and suddenly was face to face with another obstacle. However, this one wasn't quite the same as what she was used to experiencing. For one thing, there were two very separate compositions to this obstacle. On the right side, a thicket of soft, dexterous tongue-tentacles squirmed eagerly. On the left, several of the standard penile tentacles protruded from the ground, much more stationary in their movements. The second, just as noticeable difference was that both obstacles were already occupied. On the right, the nude, dark-skinned senior girl was entangled in the sea of tongues, smiling and moaning as their lengths slid over her nubile body, leaving her skin shining with liquid. Several tongues pumped diligently into her holes, creating a spray of fluids from her entrances, though who said liquid belonged to was impossible to determine.

On the other side, the same naked girl knelt on her knees, bringing her head level with the tips of the tentacles around her. Her eyes were closed and her lips softly parted, and she breathed heavily as she dutifully ran her tongue over the shaft of the tendril in front of her, coating it in her saliva. She opened her mouth wider and took it between her lips, starting to bob her head up and down on it and sucking it off. Her hands worked more tentacles beside her, stroking their shafts as they squirmed in her hands. Suddenly, the tentacles began to squirm, and a moment later, they began to spout blobs of their thick cum. The girl gasped as she pulled her mouth of the tentacle in front of her, letting a shower of tentacle seed carpet her face and chest. The other tentacles joined in, covering the girl in a deluge of white.

As the orally pleasured tentacles recovered from their orgasms, the girl between them smiled. Suddenly, she looked up at Risa, looking her right in the eye. At the same time, her doppelganger did the same, the helpless moans of euphoria suddenly ceasing. Both of them looked at Risa, grinning seductively, and spoke as one. "Make your choice, and you can proceed."

Suddenly, the world shifted in front of her. In one instant, the girls lay tauntingly in front of her, and the next they were gone, a strange blurring sensation being the only transition. The obstacles remained, however, now looking as if they hadn't ever had any girl to play with - at least, not yet. Suddenly, a darker voice was within Risa's head. "Make. Your. Choice," it repeated.

Risa trudged on through the shadowy gloom of the hedge maze’s grassy pathways. Her progress was steady, neither eager nor too slow-paced. It was a clear testament to her stamina and endurance that she could continue along after all that she’d been put through down in this realm of nightmares. The girl didn’t really think about it, however. By now, it was all she could do to just keep putting one foot in front of the other. Physical exhaustion wasn’t so much the problem, although she was thirsty. The girl’s earlier, short nap had done wonders for her fortitude, but her mental integrity was really getting ground down. The beautiful, rape-tainted teenager kept her young mind blank of any thoughts other than what was necessary for her to keep moving forward. If she dwelled too much on her predicament, the weight of all her struggles thus far threatened to overthrow her self-control.

The last thing the naked, battered female needed was to loose her composure and suffer a mental breakdown. She’d cry it all out later, and risk going permanently insane once she was back in the relative safety of her dorm bathroom. Right now, she had no idea how much more ground she had to cover. If she lost it now, she’d never make it out of here; that much was certain to her. So she pressed on, like a soldier caught in the trenches. Risa was now aware of the grim possibility that she would never be allowed to leave this underground facility. It was the monster’s playground, and he had made it quite obvious to her by now that he wasn’t interested in giving her much of a fighting chance. He dangled this carrot of freedom in front of her to get her to join willingly in his sick little games, but ultimately he held all the power while pretending to be bound by “rules”. While this horrible situation was certainly possible, Risa couldn’t allow herself to think on it over much. To do so would only invite despair, and ultimately, her total failure. No, she had to believe that she could eventually find a way out of here. Whatever it cost her, she had to reach that goal.

Just as she had this thought, the leaking, tarnished girl turned a corner and found her next obstacle. Risa blinked in equal parts confusion and horror and she beheld two spectacles of alien debauchery set before her. To one side, the senior girl illusion was pleasured by a small swarm of tongue-tentacles. The freshman girl’s young, abused sex twitched and squirted a small amount of excess cum as she subconsciously reacted to the combination of the beautiful senior girl and her secret favorites, those tongue-tentacles. Okay, this place was definitely starting to get to her if she could find something so inhumanely grotesque as something sexy. Her face blushed deep red as she scrunched up her face in embarrassment. With a quick shake, Risa forced her attention to the other obstacle. There, a mirror image of the same, caramel-skinned beauty kneeled before a small set of phallic tentacle lengths that sprouted from the ground. The blonde grimaced as she watched the senior girl-mirage pleasure the alien limbs to orgasm.

Then, with a slight, yet sudden, shift the girls were gone and the tentacles were reset into passive settings. Risa winced as the monster’s voice touched her mind. She now had a choice to make. The decision was deceptively tough to call. While the obvious choice would have seemed to be the tongue-tentacles, the fact of the matter was that such treatment would undoubtedly come with penetration into her soft, aching holes. While the tongue-tentacles were undoubtedly the softest and gentlest of the monster’s array of available limbs used to pleasure and torment the girl’s sensitive flesh, she was honestly in no mood for any sort of stimulation in or around her cunny and ass. That meant going to the oral tentacles. While the pros there were being able to control the pace of the action, and not having to give them her extra-sensitive, lower holes, there were cons to this choice as well. The most pressing concern from that course would be if the monster forced her to swallow its load of alien semen, rather than allowing the serpentine lengths to simply spray their love-juices all over her body. The distension in her belly had lessened considerably in the long minutes since she’d started down this part of the path, and Risa really didn’t want to have more of the stuff shot into her so soon. On the other hand, she was fairly certain the tongue-tentacles didn’t cum like the phallic ones did. Conversely, that meant they’d be focusing on making her cum, and she just wasn’t prepared to exhaust herself further that way.

Risa sighed, but ultimately she moved towards the phallic tentacles. Her stomach gurgled loudly, as though from a hunger pain, when she got down on her knees in front of the array of tentacles. She grimaced against the sound, feeling the leftover cum slosh about inside of her as it adjusted to the movements of her body. The girl hesitated just for a moment, as if to make sure that the tentacles didn’t want to take charge of the situation. However, after just a couple of seconds, she realized that she really didn’t want to give the monster the chance to have to force her into compliance. Rather than testing his patience any further, she scooted in a little closer in order to get to work.

Her slender, her perfectly-shaped body pressed ever so lightly against the center tentacle, just grazing him with the tips of her warm lady-curves. Hot bursts of breath hit against the monster’s shaft as her lovely face drifted close. Her long, dark eyelashes veiled her grey-blue eyes as she turned her face slightly towards the monstrous appendage. Sinfully soft, pink lips grazed just barely against the monster’s too-warm skin. A single tear fell from the corner of one her eyes, and then she gently kissed the creature’s flesh. She kissed him over and over, pecking at his rigid serpent length, exploring the pole of masculine flesh with the agonizingly sweet touch of innocence.

Risa’s arms reached out to either side of her body, searching out the other tentacles that she would be servicing. When she found them, she touched them with just the tips of her fingers. With slow, teasing strokes, her fingers moved as far up and down as her arms could reach. This teasing introduction served an important purpose. If the monster didn’t interfere here, then that would be her signal that she was going to be free to work his lengths as she saw fit. Otherwise, the teasing would likely entice the monster into taking at least some form of control of the situation. She had to know just how much she was going to be trusted with this perverse exercise.

263 watched Risa intently from the bushes as she struggled with the choice in front of her. It could feel the turmoil in her mind, debating whether to face the humiliation of pleasuring the tentacles and becoming their sperm receptacle once again, or endure the physical exhaustion that being tongue-fucked would bring. Judging from what 263 had learned from other girls, she was justified in fearing what might happen to her body if it took control again. Even considering her brief nap, the fact that she was still moving after everything was almost miraculous. And down here, miracles were fragile things.

The tentacles waited for Risa to make her choice, and finally she began to approach the same cluster that the senior girl had been pleasuring when she found them. As she gracefully fell to her knees, the tentacles slowly floated towards her - not fast enough to indicate an impending strike, but enough to demonstrate that they were eager for her to begin. As she gingerly began to pleasure them, the tentacles held firm, not rushing forward or taking control of the opportunity. Her actions were far too minimal for 263's desires, but it let her do as she wished for now. There were more entertaining goals it had for this little encounter - goals that could only be achieved if the girl acted freely.

"So. You. Choose. To. Give. Pleasure," the voice taunted her ponderously. "You. Must. Desire. Being. A. Slave. After. All." 263 knew her reasons full well, but that didn't stop it from seizing the opportunity to mock her. "So. Eager. To. Pleasure. Your. Captor. Over. Yourself." Slowly, the tentacles at her fingertips began to wriggle in satisfaction. They pressed closer into her outstretched hands, as if they were an invitation. Where the tentacles rubbed against her body, they began to press closer, like worms or hunting vines responding to stimuli. They touched, but they didn't seize, pressing against her soft body almost affectionately.

Risa shivered against the monster's taunting words. She couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be this demon's slave. The very thought conjured a dark fantasy where she was chained by the neck to a massive throne. Seated there was a tyrant composed purely of endless tentacles, which she would be forced to service until she collapsed from exhaustion, only to wake up and return to the never-ending task of pleasuring this insatiable creature of lust. Slavery, was that what they had in mind for her? Was this some sort of training arena for breaking her into submission?

The girl had to swallow back a lump in her throat. No, they couldn't possibly do that. People would notice if students just went missing on a tiny, tropical island. It wasn't something you could just explain away, could you? Perhaps you could. Maybe she was just the only girl that would suffer this fate. There had been many, many others besides herself who'd been attacked, but perhaps there was yet an even darker fate in store just for her.

The very idea was enough to cause Risa to begin to tremble with horror. There was now the distinct possibility that she might never be able to escape this place. Her mind wouldn't possibly survive if such a thing were made reality. She was already struggling hard enough just to maintain her sanity in this current situation. If she were faced with this environment as a permanent residence, she'd definitely break. No, no, no! She couldn't think like that, and especially not now. She had to focus. She had to get through this. Just around the next corner could be freedom. Just that possibility was enough drive to give the teen a second wind.

Right now, Risa knew that she needed to give this guy the best damn blowjob ever. The faster he came, the faster she could slip away and be that one step closer to her ultimate freedom. Alright, time for some feminine wiles! At first, the girl dialed it back a bit. The tentacles were so eager, that they pushed themselves into the palms of her hands and smooshed up against her soft, pillowy lips. This wouldn't do. This was her show, after all. It was time to really take charge.

The girl backed away from her captor just a few inches to give herself some space to work. She approached him under her own power, stroking him with the backs of her fingers and carressing the main shaft with only her hot breath, and the tickling, butterfly kisses of her long, feathery eyelashes. Risa started over a foot in length from the tip of the main tentacle she was servicing, slowly moving her face up its shaft while she teased him and got him good and ready for what she had in store.

When she finally ascended to just below the tip of the main shaft, Risa turned her face and chomped down gently onto the bottom of the monster's girth. She held him firmly in her jaws, but not with enough pressure to cause any discomfort. In fact, she only wanted to create a tight seal with her lips over the area. Then, she began to powerfully suck at the flesh, while she lashed the bitter-tasting skin with quick strokes of her tongue. At the same time, she grabbed the other two tentacles by their tips and squeezed hard.

With a slow, patient pace, Risa began to descend along all three shafts. She used her hands to create tight cocoons out of her palms, while her mouth popped free with an audible noise, only to return with another ferocious embrace a couple of inches lower than her last spot. Her sucking was so powerful, that the loud sounds she made could easily be heard in the quiet of the gloomy pathway. A sudden blush came to her cheeks, as she realized that maybe she should feel bad about going about this task with such fervor. Despite this moral hesitation, it didn't slow or soften her attentions as she began to move down the tentacles noisily.

The tentacles pressed in ever closer against Risa's soft, warm body as she tentatively and slowly began her work. But she'd barely begun before she pulled back, withdrawing from the passively dominant touch of the monster's reaching appendages. The tendrils floated patiently before her, waiting for her to return. The creature could see her mind, and it knew that her determination remained. Despite her growing fear of this place becoming her prison - an outcome that 263 was increasingly tempted to make a reality for her - she seemed hellbent on finding a way to escape. So it wasn't surprised when she returned in full force to finish the task in front of her. But it was very pleased.

The girl's enthusiasm sent compounded the effects of her skillful ministrations. Many of the girls on this female-only island of virgins and proper ladies were extremely lacking in proper oral technique, making their mouths little good for more than being another passive receptacle . But this one showed considerable talent. The way she teased its skin with her breath, made its skin tingle in anticipation of what came next. Though she couldn't have hurt the tentacle even if she'd tried, the pressure that her lips did exert on its shaft felt like a warm ball of pleasure, touching one spot, and then the next as her mouth moved from place to place, sucking wherever her lips touched. The tentacle went rigid, shivering with each spot her lips touched.

The tentacles in her hands were a bit more active. Although not as satisfying as her real holes, the tight grip on its tendrils filled it with an instinctive compulsion to thrust, which it only barely held back. The tentacles began rocking against her hands as she stroked them, and her soft skin slid over their sex-sensitive flesh. Eyes watched from nearby as the girl gave her motions to pleasuring her captor, and 263's interests once more turned to her inner thoughts.

"Very. Good," it complimented her. "Such. Enthusiasm. And. Such. Skill." Tentacles slowly slithered around her in the grass, none of them angling to seize or attack her, but simply maintaining an intimate closeness with her as it let her drive her own sexual debasement. "It. Seems. You. Truly. Exist. For. The. Sake. Of. Sex." One of the tentacles slowly slid over her leg, the way a hand might in order to entice a woman into devious activity. "Body. And. Heart."

Unsurprisingly, Risa wasn't the only one to notice the energy with which she set to her task of pleasuring this monster, who'd done nothing but ruin and defile her since they'd first met in an empty classroom. While she certainly wasn't doing this out of the kindness of her own heart, she could see that the honorable thing to do would be to put up as much resistance as possible when faced with such depravity. Perhaps she could've resisted more: made a fuss, or just flatly refused to participate willingly in the monster's games. What good would that really serve, though? The monster had demonstrated on two previous occassions that he possessed far more stamina than she had when it came to sex. If she resisted, it only made things worse for her, ultimately. Would taking the moral high road really be worth the price that she'd pay for that little ticket of dignity?

The way that the girl figured it, she was only getting judged by something that was far more corrupted and debased than she was. Well, even if other people could see what she was going through, did they have any right to judge her? Ultimately, it was up to her own damn self to judge her moral choices, right? Maybe. So, how did she judge herself in this situation? She was worn out, fucked to exhaustion and pumped so full of tentacle cum that she really wouldn't be surprised if her brain was swimming in it by this point. She felt gross.

Risa seemed to slow down as doubt seemed to creep into her young mind. Maybe she was becoming a sick puppy after all, or maybe she had always been one, secretly. Deep down, was she just a sex-crazed little whore with an aching desire to be turned upside down and fucked silly? She pulled her lips away from the tentacle's shaft with a slow, wet slurping sound. While her brain wrestled with her inner dilemma, she made the effort of pecking at the monster's thick shaft with her lips. Like a touch on the shoulder, the motion seemed to only tell the creature that she was still there.

Then, without warning, she rushed forwards. Her pink tongue rolled out, and she licked it hard and slow against the bottom of the monster's shaft. As she moved up the tentacle's length, she slid forwards in a liquid movement and slipped the saliva-slickened tendril between her creamy, perky breasts. Her warm, soft flesh welcomed the monster into their gentle, cushioned embrace.

With her chest thrust forward, Risa finally reached the tip of the luckky tentacle that she'd chosen to reward with her services. Like a puppy welcoming home her master, the teen began rapidly lapping at the monster's bitter flesh as though it were a rapidly-melting ice cream cone. Her hands began gently stroking the monster's other two tentacles, keeping her grip nice and tight. Admittedly, she'd had some experience giving handjobs and blowjobs before coming to Shokushu Campus. The monster's words only served to reinforce that the girl hadn't lost her touch, and was adapting her novice skills quite effectively to the creature's inhuman anatomy.

The stained, yet still-gorgeous teenager moved just a bit higher, so that her pretty face hovered just over the tentacle's tip. She placed a sweet, light kiss to its surface, something it deserved for behaving itself so far. Then she backed up to hover over it again, and formed a tight little "o" with her lips. The girl blew a tight stream of cold air over the monster's flesh, cooling him off a little for what was about to come next. Then, she descended once more, but this time her kiss parted to push herself slowly, tightly over the creature's tip and beyond. After taking a couple of inches of the monster's length into her mouth, she moved to the side and cradled his tip in the soft flesh of her cheek.

The girl hummed, sending vibrations straight through her lips and into the monster's flesh directly. At the same time, she swirled her face to rub his tip against the soft, pink flesh in her cheek. Risa blushed scarlet, unearthing all her old memories of being at her most sexually deviant in the past. Man, she'd thought she was a trouble-maker back then, now she was sucking off space aliens! On the subject of sucking, it was time to get to work for real. Risa aligned herself properly with the monster's length, and forced a couple more inches in until she couldn't really accomodate any more. Well, she could accomodate more, but she didn't have the monster's appetite for "choking-hazard" throat sex. Fucking thoughtless, perverted monster...

Anyways, this was her show now. She felt really guilty about going overboard on this guy. He was a jackass, after all, but this was her ticket through. At least she wasn't getting fucked three ways 'til death... literally. After all, wasn't this sort of a goodwill gesture? A sign of saying, "Hey, thanks for not raping me again!" Yeah, no, maybe not. This monster thing either didn't get her signals in this regard, ever, or he just didn't fucking care. Probably the latter, considering he could read minds. Well, damn, that just meant that she was a bad little girl with a penchant for abusive tentacle dickings. ...Huh, that joke really didn't amuse her like she had intended. It kind of worried her a bit, actually.

Risa's attention was interrupted by a touch against her smooth, firm leg. She blinked her pretty eyes open, and scanned her nearby surroundings quickly to find that she suddenly had a whole lot more company than what she'd started with. The teen slid slowly off the monster's tentacle, needing her mouth for something other than sexual perversion, for a change.

"h-Hey, I thought I was going to work you with my mouth and hands; you aren't going to get frisky on me now, right?" she asked tentatively, although she kept her lips close to the tentacle she had just been licking. The tentacle on her leg made her more than a little nervous. There were other tentacles getting cuddly on other parts of her young, feminine body, but that one in particular gave her a bad vibe. That place was too close to her achingly sore vagina, and the way it stroked her gave a body signal that seemed to hint at something more than just some gentle petting.

At this point, this little exercise had become something of an experiment for 263 - a fact which was, in and of itself, interesting. It spent most of its days fucking students senseless, without any greater ambition than using their bodies for its own impulsive desires. And clearly, Risa hadn't escaped that fate, either. By far, 263 had raped her more times than any other girl on the island. And this current situation wasn't without its physical rewards. In fact, the girl's sexual technique was remarkable, especially considering she was doing it entirely of her own free will - or at least her own free energy. Her body was soft, lithe, and luscious, and she used all of it to pleasure the tentacle in front of her, while having accidentally discovered the most satisfying way of stimulating the two others with her hands. She was a sight to behold - a tarnished beauty, degrading herself and acting like a sexual servant for her captor, surrendering her body in the most evocative way imaginable.

And yet, the pleasure had become a secondary focus. If it really wanted to get off again, 263 would have just grabbed her and ravaged her again. But instead of simple sex, it had found something just as enticing - experimentation. The illusion of choice and the hope of escape had given the girl a much greater range of behaviors than it usually afforded its victims, and seeing what she'd do next and what she'd think had proven fascinating.

263 had spent much of these past few exercises trying to chip away at Risa's pride, degrading her and reminding her of her sexual vulnerability, even implying her willingness. And the results had been mixed. She'd wavered, and it could sense the self-loathing behind her actions. But she pressed on none the less, determined not to be beaten. Perhaps now was the time to try a different approach. Shift the experiment, and see what the result was. That was its thinking as its tentacles slowly slid along the girl's leg, stroking her gently.

"You. Are. Doing. Well. ... I. Will. Not. Take. You," 263 promised her as she voiced her sudden concern at its touch. "I. Only. Offer. Your. Body. Pleasure. In. Return." The tentacles continued to stroke gently, soothingly. Several began to run down her back, tracing her spine and petting her like a house pet. The tentacles under her care prodded at her, reminding her of her duties, but made no violent advance to take her by force. 263 watched the girl encircled in its tentacles, and suddenly, a thought occurred to it.

"Or. Perhaps. You. Desire. A. Softer. Touch?" As he spoke, there was a gentle thud behind Risa. A second later, soft, delicate fingers clutched her shoulders, and she could feel a weight gently pulling her as the dark-skinned senior girl leaned around her, as naked as she was. She smiled sultrily at Risa, her eyes shimmered with mischief. Her hair fell around her face in damp strands, glistening with dew in the moonlight. Her round breasts swayed gently as she leaned forward, and her soft tongue darted out and licked Risa's cheek. It felt warm, and wet, and her fingers felt firm on her shoulders. It seemed for all the world as if the girl was really beside Risa, as she reached out and stroked one of the free floating tentacles.