Breaths becoming ever shorter and shorter, until they reach an ever gasping, panting state, it is only ever for the purpose of letting out the occasional purring groan that her voice would ever take a reprieve from this near hyper ventilating state. Shuddering and trembling momentarily, as if her body was trying, and failing, to release that valve, allowing her to cum, this young heiress really only has herself to blame. Still foolishly biting her tongue, though not literally, the parts of her mind calling for her to cry out loud and beg writhe and twist until they are as much a screaming voice in her head as the one she wanted to let out loud. Right now, she is clearly at his mercy, and as the hulk continues to merely tease and torment, that inference, that assumption that he would finally take her, making her his ruined sow, if only she asked, it would only press upon her more virulently.

He had the power and he certainly had the tool for the task. Even now, she could feel the warmth of that thick, terrible, monstrous rod as it rubbed and thrust against her, the presence of this hot, throbbing cock only imposing itself further and further against her as it pressed all the firmer against that one weak spot of hers. He'd found where she was vulnerable and, as he continued to remained there, there would be no obvious signs that he intended to let her little slip, her little tell-tale sign that revealed this weakness, go unpunished. Merciless in his stern relentlessness and his focus, it'd almost seemed as if he'd already found a place where he could happily stay. A nice, perfect spot where he could gently please himself, without having to worry about cumming too soon. After all, he had all night. There was nobody here to stop him and, with her entirely under his power, he could toy with her as long as he liked. However long it took to break her down, however long it took to make her beg, he would have the time he needed to torment her.

She was his to play with and, as he moved, she'd feel him slide up and down that small length of her back. Every time he shifted back she felt him draw ever closer to where she really wanted him to be. Just a little further, just a bit further down. Before long, she didn't even care which refuge of hers he finally decided to claim. Her cunt, her ass, with an itching tingle still buzzing deep down into the depths of both her sopping wet sex and her tightly puckered ass, aftermath of that vivid re-experience with Birch, she didn't care which. All Olivia knew now was that she wanted, needed, it, this solid, long, thick thing and, as much as she knew anything else, she knew she needed it deep inside, ruining, destroying, utterly wrecking her insides.

Of course, even if she started to beg aloud, she had no way of actually knowing if he would. She could try as she might to shift forward as he pulled back, perhaps causing him to accidentally bring that hard cock of his where she wanted, but he was in control, he had command. And so, moving with careful but deliberate purpose, coming to rest briefly around her navel, a burning, flustered Olivia lets out a slow, soft, trembling breath, as his hand glides down and fingers finally touch bare skin. An exposed area, her blouse riding up slightly with a couple of the lower buttons finding themselves undone, this man, if he was really a man, would soon discover for himself with quite the smooth, flawless canvas. Light caramel hue, burning with aroused heat, every inch of her flat, taught skin seems to quiver with anticipation. Yes, without a question, she was quite the catch, at the very least, a much better one then she thought herself to be. However, it would only be after what seemed like a brief moment of appreciation that this ravager moved on and, with his hand moving swiftly, travelling with an undeniable certainty, there would be no doubt as to where he was going.

"...uuuu-fuck."

Her pale exhale of breath ending in a quiet curse, or possible instruction. Either way, whatever fight Olivia had had in her was obviously gone now. Passing briefly through that warm, wet, short cut brush just above her precious snatch, there's no waiting around for him as those fingers now curl, inviting themselves in in. A brief stroke across the length of her soaked sex and then in, two, thick digits delving deep, parting flesh.

"NNN!"

The effect is instantaneous and, with a quiet, inward cry, an involuntary squeak, Olivia's initial reaction seems almost that of someone in a sudden state of shock then anything else. Clenching tight, trying to ball up tight as she flinches, it would appear that nothing could have prepared her for these sensations. In that moment, hips buck, instinctively trying to pull back away from these attackers. Escape was the immediate go to, the automatic response. However, such a move on Olivia's part had already been anticipated and, though she'd already lifted her hips up a little bit before this, the very instant her body tries to pull away, there comes a very deliberate push, a baring of near crushing, indomitable weight and, before she has a chance to react, he is upon her, pinning her down.

Heavy and utterly overpowering, Olivia would find herself entirely immobilised by the hips of her assailant. Pressed between the floor and the weight of both their bodies, his fingers would only push deeper inside and, in an instant, Olivia's head would pull up as she lets out a loud, hollow cry, blind eyes going wide behind her mask. Back arching, her attempts to squirm and struggle yield no results as her lower half remains trapped beneath. Helpless and unable to escape as those two fingers freely blast the inside of her drooling cunt, it only takes a moment for her body to go from that initial reaction of trying to escape, to the much gentler movements that come as she is forced to feel.

Up, onto her elbows. It's the furthest Olivia can make the top half of her trembling body move. Right now she was being smothered, utterly dominated, and in the first few seconds at least, she actually finds herself unable to draw breath. He wasn't actually crushing her, nor doing anything to suffocate, but as she lay there, everything seemed to spasm as a white heat pulsated in her brain, the skin actually turning a bit darker in its crimson as blood rushed to her head. Writhing, or at least attempting to, the feeble attempts at movement felt beneath the man's weight soon were more involuntary throes of delight then attempts to escape. Blissful fidgets of pleasure restrained further down, a sort of transference found these involuntary moves pushing further up, to more free, unfettered parts of her body.

"AAAOOOHH!!"

Finally, with some relief for the apprehensive audience, a long, loud gasp is heard as Olivia finally manages to suck some air into her lungs. Even just the subtle, slightly restricted movements of these two fingers inside of her sex was enough to overwhelm her for a moment or two. With her current state of arousal, naturally everything she felt was going to come through to her via this stimulated, sensitive feeling body of hers and, with him taking complete control like this, that basic, primordial part of her ensured that she was at her peak.

"OH! FUCK!"

Both her head an her unseeing eyes are turned skyward as one set of fingers squeezed around her swollen teats, the other continuing to make her womanhood spew a fresh pool beneath them.

"AHH! AAAHH!!"

The screaming elevation of her voice rose even higher as his touch below pushed her even further.

"IT... IT'S TOO MUCH! OOAAHH! P-PLEASE!"

In and out, those fingers make a sloppy wet sound as they stirred around inside of her.

"OH! OH FUCK! M-MAKE ME- AHH!"

Her whole body begins to tremble. Starting from those pinned, immobilised hips, where fingers now pump inside of her, all the way down to her kneading, furling and unfurling toes, the beginning of what looks like convulsions start to shake her as she feels herself rushing ever closer to a mind shattering climax, and nothing she could ever say or do right now could do anything to stop him. It seems she's finally beginning to break and, at this time, even that brilliant head of hers begins to shudder.

"OH GOD! F-FUCK ME! UURRHHGG! M-MAKE ME... OOHHH!"

Breathes are short again, but this time they gasp so much deeper. As she comes ever closer, her brief cries of desperation grow unintelligible and, in moments, the sounds turn to nought but moans and screams as her fingers nails dig long grooves into the ground. That single, passing admission of what she wanted from him hangs in the air but, such was her current state, that it would all, quite easily, escape her attention. One little slip, there should be no doubt this is what she desired. Now all one had to do was make her admit it.

Little by little, as Olivia's assault went on, 263 could feel the girl's resistances breaking. Cracks in the barriers in her mind turned into fissures, longing to be forced open as much as the slit between her legs. She held them together for now, and 263 let her for as long as she could. But it punished her for it. Every second she spent clinging to her false sense of dignity was one more second she was denied what she truly wanted - the all consuming pleasure it could give her, if she only surrendered herself to it, and the ceaseless fucking that would follow.

Not that it didn't long to take her and claim her. Even as the creature made itself be patient in wearing her down, it was forced to watch her. And was she ever the epitome of sex appeal. Panting and moaning, sweating, clothes sticking to her tanned skin. She was more fuckable with her clothes on than half the girls on the island were in the throes of orgasm. The sounds she made sent fire through its every tentacle, and it longed to plunge into her, to absorb her fluids, to fill her with its cum and make her climax again and again in a chorus of uncontrollable orgasmic bliss.

But until she begged for it, the phantom man continued apace. His massive body was always pressed against Olivia's, never crushing her, but pinning her and enveloping her, achieving true dominance through his simple presence. And with her dominated body, he played endlessly. His massive manhood stayed pressed up against the small of her back, sliding eagerly. It was like he was fucking her from the outside, and taking just as much satisfaction in both the feeling of her smooth skin, and the moans and mewls that escaped through her reluctance to submit. He didn't take her, didn't thrust his mass into her pussy or her ass, but the way he used her, he might as well have. And all the while, 263's tentacle rounded out the experience, stimulating her nerves where its illusion stimulated her brain.

It only got worse for her as the man began to finger her. 263 watched her body's reaction with fascination. So great was her arousal that, though her sex was only penetrated in her dreams, her body reacted as if she were actually being rutted in the most powerful fashion her body could stand. For a moment, 263 even wondered if it would have to interject to save her life, as some of her more vital functions seemed to seize up. Part of 263 wondered if it had to do with her damaged nervous system - a system overridden by a brilliant cognition, mind over matter funneled into its most primal, most powerful desire. All women longed to be fucked, 263 knew. But this one longed for it so strongly, the effects surprised even it. Only its fascination in just how powerful her lust was drove it to keep to its plan, to be patient.

And then, it happened. The girl gave in. Not completely, no. It was fleeting - so much so that she didn't even fully realize it. It was a moment on the lips, gone before the girl herself could hear it. But it had been there.

"F-FUCK ME!"

In its state of longing, 263 was willing to call it "enough". It was the admission it needed, the breaking point it had been driving her towards. Only minutes or seconds separated her from becoming the drooling, submissive mess she deserved to be. If it wanted, it could have let her get all the way there. If it wanted, it could have taken her in that second. But it wanted something else. One more thing to make her perfect.

Suddenly, the man was gone. His fingers, his hands, his weight - all of it. Suddenly, she was by herself on the floor, sweating and moaning to nothing. But she wasn't alone. High above her, she'd be able to see it now - the creature that had been following her, stalking her, tormenting her. A mass of tentacles snaked across the ceiling above, and a dozen orange glowing eyes stared down at her, taking in her sweating, aroused form. A monster hung above her, poised to strike.

Despite some small level of previous experience, the female school mate back home that’d given Olivia her first time, not to mention some of the creatures on this island that’d already made her acquaintance, for this deeply sheltered and largely reserved lady heiress, sex, of any sort, was still, by and large, something big, something memorable. As far as she could recall, this was the first time any man, that is, any regular, human shaped man, had touched her this way and, whilst something about him was not quite right, she couldn’t help but find herself both terrified and excited by the prospect. She’d always known that she had a thing for the stronger, more aggressive types. It was how she managed to find herself seduced during her first time. Eyes piercing into hers, confidence cutting through the shyness. A certain directness was what she longed for. However, this… this was different.

Every touch was merciless. Not a word was spoken. Not a single consideration was given. As far as he was concerned, she was just a thing to him, something to be used, something to be controlled. He was in command here yet, as wet as she got, as aroused as her body grew, he would still wait to make her his. That big, solid, vein covered member of his stood erect, ready, waiting for her. Even if she couldn’t see it right now, she could feel it stroking against her lower back, warming and wetting her loins as it constantly reminded her of its presence. That image, what it looked like, continued to arise time and time in her head and, with it, she couldn’t help but find herself pulled back to those moments when she’d been alone in her room. Even now, a long, thick, ten inch toy sat somewhere in the bottom drawer of her bedside table. She could remember exactly how it felt sliding in, rubbing every pleasurable inch inside of her. It’d seemed almost scarily big the first time she saw it but, once it was in, it was unbelievable how good it felt. His, as it happened, was even bigger and, whilst her tired wrists would prevented her from keeping her toy pounding, non-stop inside of her body, she suspected this man’s hips could just keep his ‘toy’ going, on and on, just fine.

As such, even with that degree of reserved inhibition holding her back, reality in the moment always so very different from alive in the fantasy, it would be no wonder, once he’d started to dig his fingers inside of her weeping cunt, that some small slip would come from her lips. Really, it’d be quite astounding how badly she’d need it. The upper half of her face covered, blanketed in the cold, emotionless, ivory expression of her mask, yet one could nonetheless see the hot, burning flush on her cheeks. Mouth watering, hanging agape, her hot breath condensed in steaming clouds amidst this cold air. Toes curled, body squirming, when she spoke, it was amidst passionate sighs, moans and pants. She was dangerously close now, but when careless words betrayed her inner most desires, everything would suddenly vanish.

A moment or two passed. Slapping a hot, sweat covered hand to the ground, the thick layer of dust beneath would become a sticky grime, clinging to the skin and, when the second hand came down, it’d be clear from the way her whole body shook that she was still struggling with the state of her body, warring factions within keeping her at the agonising cusp of climax. Deep breaths heaved in and out and, with strength refusing to flow back down to her lower half, she’d struggle to turn herself. He was gone? Fuck. These illusions were becoming dangerous. She’d been so close. He’d gone so fast. It was crazy down here. She wanted him back. She needed to get out of here. She needed to cum. She couldn’t stay here. The mind was still mostly blank, but some small degree of thought was slowly managing to re-emerge to the surface. Unfortunately, what little was managing to come back to her found itself fighting for ground amidst a turbulence of burning, sexual sensations.

Legs limp in front of her, Olivia simply sits there, gasping. Back raised, hoisted up by her hands resting on the ground behind her, there’d be a moment or two as she seemingly just stared, out, into the dark. Oddly enough, she hadn’t even spotted the tentacle creature just hanging there, on the ceiling. Having immediately turned around, glancing back to try and find the man, her gaze hadn’t even drifted upwards. Yet, there it was and, as her mind began to process again, there would be a slow ticking over as the brain gradually informed her that she had, indeed, seen something.

One second. Two second. Her breathing would begin to calm, just slightly and, whilst her legs still twitched, loins burning, a slow, terrified motion would start as she cautiously lifted her gaze, higher and higher. Ears picked up on sounds. Peripheral vision caught the slightest piece of movement above and, with a slow, horrified caution, Olivia finally began to reach over, without looking, for that small, still shining light of hers. There was something. Oh God. There was something here. Fingers managed to wrap around the grip of her torch and, slowly, so very slowly, she would succeed in bringing it up, hands trembling. There, directly above her, was a long, slimy tendril. Her head continued to rise, as did the spotlight of her one and only means to illuminate this dark underground. One tendril led to several more, several more led to a central mass, countless eyes and, as Olivia tilted her head all the way back, fully exposing the front of her long and slender neck, her breath would stop as her synthetic eyes fell upon the full upside down image of this creature. A moment passed.

“OH GOD!”

The torch immediately fell from her grip as the sudden panic took over. With a sudden burst of adrenaline and energy, she would try to launch herself up off of the ground, lunging away from this creature. However, even with this unspeakable creature there in her sights, there was only so much her body could handle. Though she did have some ability to move around on her own two feet, there was a reason after all that Olivia spent most of her time in that wheelchair of hers and so, as she tried to push herself up and away from this creature, she’d find herself stumbling as her exhausted, hollow feeling legs collapsed underneath her. The effects of both the chase before this and the tender care of 263’s various illusions had sapped the strength from her body and, with hot, wet juices still rolling down her thighs, her knees would tremble as she tried to move. It was clear she couldn’t get far. If this thing wanted her to try and run and escape, chances were she was going to be a very slow, easy prey.

At the very least though, Olivia could try to get away and, knowing she could hardly stand right now, it’d be fortunate that her instincts would thrust her in the direction of her best, possible option. Reaching for the handle of the nearest door available, Olivia tried to get herself away from this creature by scurrying to the closest room she find. The layout of this place, from what she’d seen so far suggested that this would be a small closet. A tiny, tight space with, hardly any room to move about in, at the very least, if she could just get inside, maybe she could keep herself safe long enough for this thing to go away. Of course, the possibility of her being stuck in that place whilst illusion after illusion was fed into her mind passed through her head only after she’d managed to get her hand on the knob. However, by this point she wouldn’t really have any other choice and even if this thing was to bring back that man from earlier, it’d be better then the possibility of being caught by that thing. No, she had to get away, and if she could just get through this door, then maybe she could stand a chance.

At first, 263 made no move, but it was far from motionless. Its tentacles squirmed lazily, passively, around the ceiling. Their thick, leathery skin almost seemed to pulse with the motion, and their bulbous tips snaked over the ceiling. Some, though, turned very specifically towards her. And it was impossible to ignore the fact that those eyes were looking straight at her, staring unblinking at her like fresh prey. To the uninitiated, it might have looked like a giant plant monster was perched above her, watching curiously, maybe even inclined to keep its distance from her and do nothing. But to someone who knew as well as Olivia what the creatures of this island liked to do with beautiful young girls like her, those tendrils seemed ideally shaped for one thing in particular. And if she'd been excited about what the muscular man's member was going to feel like spreading open her folds, these things would be a whole other level.

As if to affirm her fears, the tentacles began to descend towards her as soon as she began to move. They didn't move fast, but they moved straight towards her, possessed by great purpose. The way those horrible orange eyes were watching her, there was no doubt they were reaching for her. And the way she stumbled on her feet, trying in a panic to get up, they had a good chance of catching her. But by the same token, they were far enough away to give her a chance. There was hope for her.

At this point, 263 had little more interest in games. There would be no more chase through the halls, forcing the girl out of breath and out of her mind with fear and false hope of escape. It had waited long enough for Olivia, worn her down to her primal instincts, and now the bill was due. Her body was forfeit, and 263 was going to enjoy her for a good, long time. But it did have one last trick to play. The girl wasn't running for an escape, but for a cage. She dashed towards what she knew full well was a dead end, hoping to hide from it, or be ignored. It would let her get that far. She'd stumble her way across the floor, reach the closet door, and throw it open. And that's where she'd see it.

The closet wasn't unoccupied. Far from it, it swarmed with tentacles, these ones far from passive. They were moving excitedly around the only other occupant of the small, trapped closet space: Olivia. As the girl stared into what she'd hoped might be her salvation, her own face stared back at her. Of course, the Olivia in the closet wasn't actually staring back at her. In fact, she seemed to be unable to focus on anything, and with good reason. Her clothes hung in tatters on her body, hiding nothing of shame. Her skin was coated with sweat, and her hair was matted and messy, falling around her shoulders and sticking to her back. Her supple breasts were wrapped in thick tentacles, nipples being tweaked as the soft mounds were squeezed. And she was being fucked. Thoroughly. Every hole was filled with a tentacle, thrusting eagerly in and out of her. Fluid dripped from every union, trailing down her body and pooling on the floor. Her whole body bounced with every thrusting tendril, the impacts ripping through her, leaving a testament to how hard they were ravaging her. The mask was gone, and her eyes were even more unfocused than usual, glazed over in total sexual stupor.

Then, at tentacle grabbed her ankle.

Hands shook as they fumbled at the door handle. Her heart pounded in her chest, but even here there would be a paralysing pleasure that warmed the lower half of her body. Slick and friction-less, knees slipped against one another as she, like a newborn babe, tried to get her legs to hold her up. Sounds too horrible and too unspeakable came from somewhere behind her, and the certain knowledge that this thing was just inches away, ready to catch her any second, filled her head. She'd made it to the door. Heaven's knew how she'd managed it with her legs, useless almost jelly like things they now were, but she had somehow made it before this thing could grab her. Most, if not all of her weight was placed upon her arms as the tiny, cold handle thankfully withstood the burden of her admittedly minuscule mass. Tender hands suffered a painful bruising as they pressed hard into such small, metal supports. It hurt, but she understandably ignored the sensation. She was upright, but just as it was with her legs, Olivia's arms would tremble, even under this small a weight.

She had to fight the urge to look around, to see how close this creature was. There really was no way she could manage a lengthy chase away from this thing and, even if such a thing had been this creature's desire, there was still the matter of her being entirely lost down here. Getting enough purchase to open the door, she'd briefly find herself praising the good fortune that'd actually allow her to move the thing. After all, it could have been all too easily locked, or else, a single tendril of this thing could have made it, far enough to just hold close the top part of the door. Frankly, even once it'd begun to move, a large part of her had expected it to suddenly stop, for it to slam shut again. Time was not on her side, every millisecond counted. She needed to get inside as quickly as she could. However, even after she'd managed to pull herself up, even after she'd managed to half roll, half collapse around the cusp of the door, a poor, there would only be further misfortune awaiting her.

The small cupboard was dark. However, as Olivia creeps open the door, the light that she'd brought with her turns, gradually making a pass over the scene as it slowly rolls around on the floor. Just managing to fling her hand over to the inside handle and throw herself against that side of the door, despite herself, Olivia would now look up and around to see, for herself, this image, this... terrifying reflection. Wrapped in sleek, shining tendrils, the young student froze as she found herself staring, face to face with what was, without a doubt, the worst thing she could have been shown just then. A portent, dare one say, a glimpse of what was to come, a naked, exposed, spread wide Olivia writhed amidst a constant, all encompassing orgy of tentacles. One could only imagine how long such a figure had spent being fucked and stuffed by these things. With a array of thick, meaty rods pumping in and out of her body, and many more around her, impatiently waiting their turn, Olivia's gaze would be drawn to the one smoothly lunging in and out of that drooling, wet pussy. With this light and the motion of such things, it would be hard to tell exactly how far they were moving. How deep were they going in and out? How much more of each one was still inside when they thrust back inside came? What kind of texture did they possess? Were there veins, ridges? One thing was for sure, as she noticed the curling toes. The Olivia in the cupboard seemed to be pleased.

With a frozen horror, the young, crippled heiress stayed, huddled in place as the shocking image before her bounced and shivered. Arms extended, pushing her into a slowly more upright position and, for a moment or two, she unwisely forgot the approach of the actual, real, physical body coming for her, even now. Her mouth slowly gaped, then closed as she gulped. The camera view of her masked slowly panned to the abdomen of the poor, familiar shape. There, for a brief instance, she would swear to seeing a rising, falling, bulging mound as something pressed against her, the image of her, from the inside.

Something slapped and coiled around her ankle. It was unexpected, and the suddenness of this intrusion snaps Olivia out of her daze. She looks around, over the surface of the door, then down.

"NO!"

Olivia's panicked state returned, but far too late. With her remaining limbs, she tries to pull away, pushing off against the door. She wants to get away. However, at this point, she can only see the one appendage, coming just around the lip of the door and, as she finds herself falling back, once more to the floor, the instinctual kicking of her remaining leg, in her feeble, scared attempt to pull away, shoves the door even further away. As it swings open even further, the hinged obstruction reveals more of this beast as it draws ever closer and, with it, a terrible sight. Landing on her behind, Olivia was looking straight at this thing now and, as both her remaining legs and two free hands behind her continue to push and pull, she'd be powerless to watch as the rolling light on the floor once more fell on the eyes and many, many tendrils of this thing. She was trying to crawl away back from this thing, but clearly this ravenous monster was not to be deprived of her body for much longer. She'd seen what this thing could do now and, as she watched, helpless, she'd realise just how many of these tentacles, these long, slick cocks there were. There, in front of her, thick and ready, hungry to plunge themselves inside of her and violate her over and over until... until what?

The specter of Olivia's fate remained for a moment behind the doorway, staring sightlessly into space as her body was overwhelmed with what looked like had been hours of ceaseless, ruthless ravaging. Then, the door slammed shut, as a tentacle finally cut off her escape. Not that its efforts mattered. Even as her last hope of escape closed in front of her, she was dragged backwards. Her defenseless body was dragged along the floor as the tentacles began to unfurl above her - dozens of powerful, girthy phalluses, all turning their attention towards her, as the eyes stared unblinking down at her. They almost seemed to glow with an evil energy, the light reflecting dimly off the sheen of the tendrils. The whole ceiling was alive with the very presence of this creature - if it even was a creature, or just one creature - and all of it was turning towards her. That was when she was yanked roughly over a bump in the floor, and the impact sent her mask scattering away.

In an instant, 263 had rendered the girl as blind as it used to be. Raktar were usually sightless creatures, keeping their vulnerable eyes mostly hidden and exploring with touch and smell and sound. 263 remembered that state of being well. It knew what she'd be feeling right now - the uncertainty, the anticipation. But in her case, rather than curiosity, it was all coursing with fear and dread. It could feel it in her, as clear as it could feel the lust it had left burning in her core. The darkness would rob her of her ability even to prepare for what it would do, for how it would touch her. Slowly, the tentacles reached down, and encircled her other limbs and her waist, and stretched her out. With its strength, even a strong young woman wouldn't be able to hold her limbs at her sides. Olivia was helpless. With a rush, she was lifted into the air, and its arms and eyes descended closer to her.

Now, at last, it had her. Her soft curves, her supple skin, her prominent bust and luscious lips and tight cunt. All of her was its own for the taking. And it meant to take. It could hold her here, above the ground, and start to caress her, to tenderly stroke her features, and tease her body, until she was once more moaning and mewling. But no more. It had waited long enough for her. Instead, its tentacles pushed down the front of her top. Thick, powerful muscles covered by warm, tough skin slid over her flesh, through the valley of her tits, down her smooth stomach, all the way down. It was almost sensual, the movement. Almost tender, like a lover's caress. But it had a single purpose, and nothing else interested the tentacles. Once they had reached low enough, they pushed outwards as one. In one fluid motion, her blouse, vest, and bra were ripped asunder with a tearing sound that echoed from the walls.

With a sudden jerk, the captured Olivia let's out a startled yelp as her rear begins to slide across the dusty floor. The thing had her in its grasp and, try as she might, there was no getting away now. Flipping over onto her front, an attempt is made to clutch at some sort of hand hold. However, as soon as she turns, she finds herself already out of reach and, despite earnest, panicked attempt to grab at something, the very tips of her fingers barely manage to brush the narrow side of the door before the distance is increased even further, her body dragged away, the door slammed shut.

"Ahh! No. Wait. Wait!"

One final, brief glimpse of that terrible image in the cupboard assails Olivia's senses then, nothing, nothing but that lonely, dark, empty hall. Instinctively, she flails and grasps at the flat floor. Arms desperately pull as fingers try to grip, but there comes not even an inch of gained ground, nor a moment's slowed progression as she smoothly, quickly slides back into the grasp of this creature. Crying out, wordlessly, a short curse escapes her mocha lips as a sudden jolt dislodges that mask upon her face.

"Shit."

The visual beamed to her through the cameras of the device whirl for a moment. Her hands attempt to catch and grasp before it can escape. However, the effect of having ones sight suddenly tumble and flip around is disorientating and, even with Olivia's best, frantic efforts, there is felt little more then a brush against her wrists, then the back of her hands, as that thing fumbles from her reach.

"No. No. Oh God. Please."

A fleeting image shows her own body, her own hand reaching out, before she hurtles back into the dark, glistening reaches of an ever expanding swarm of tendrils, then... The feed from the cameras goes black. Her sight is gone.

"No."

Not even thinking about it, running purely off of instinct, Olivia raises her arm and tries one last time to fling it out, stretching, slapping it down, trying some how to reach that mask. In the end though, even if she could have popped her elbow from its joint, or extended her arm like rubber, neither would have helped as something slaps and wraps around her wrist. There comes a gasp, but there is not even time enough for that sound to escape before there is another, a similar sensation, felt wrapping around her remaining leg.

"W-wait!"

With an apparent ease, Olivia feels her body rise, leaving the ground as something else rushes past, catching up with that last limb of hers as it tries, one final time, to reach out and clutch some sort of hand hold on the floor. With her last chance, though it'd be generous to call it that, restrained and pulled up to join her other arm, raised up high above her head, Olivia squirms briefly as all four of her limbs are firmly secured, then moved. Naturally, she tries to pull everything inward, knees up towards the chest, elbows down. However, and this goes without saying, Olivia was not really someone gifted with an overabundance of strength, at least not physical, and, whilst strong in mind, it was clear that this thing had the advantage when it came to brute force. Her eyes shut, as they usually were when she was without, or even with, her mask, unlike the usual picture of serenity that this mannerism of hers normally provided, here there’d be a terrified scrunching. Out and about, she usually held her eyes with a light, gentle weight, but right now, there’d be a clear, instinctual reaction. She was afraid, but soon, she’d have other things to feel.

Long, waist length hair cascading down behind and below her in a delicate curtain of purple tipped blonde, there was only really one more thing of hers that she could move. All other avenues with which she could pull away barred, the remaining energy left in Olivia’s tired frame went to her head. Turning this way and that, it was clear, despite appearances, that there wasn't any actual ‘looking away’ being done. After all, she was blind and, whilst this almost modest ‘shying away’ did help to convey her resistance, it wouldn’t be much to this creature. Body and expression trying its best to deny, none of it would help her now. Even with her petty resistance, there wouldn’t be any stopping this creature. It’d done all of its playing, its teasing, (for now, or so one would assume) but now it was time for it to unwrap this prize it’d caught, to enjoy this morsel it’d seized.

“What?”

Coming out of the dark, unexpected, unseen in its approach, a warm, wet touch is now felt on the base of Olivia’s collar. Sight cut off, all of her other senses are focused and, once she processes the shock, the startling sensation of being touched, it is with a new jolt to her system that she begins to feel her heart flutter in her chest. Unseeing, her eyes open a peak as feature’s unfurl into an embarrassed blush. Swift in its move to get started, but almost sensuous in its movements as it slides down the top of her blouse, it is with a renewed pinkness that Olivia feels a heat blazing once more in her cheeks and, indeed, her entire face. This was not what she’d hoped would happen when she came here today. The plan had been to simply come here, face her fears and leave. However, despite her desire to never have something like this happen again, here she was and, try as she might, she couldn’t shut out the sensations now sliding across her soft, creamy bronze skin.

Further down it travels. Sweat soaked cotton sticks to her, but with a sickly peeling, Olivia feels as the thin fabric lifts from her flesh. In her mind, she could see this thing slowly sliding down her front, invading the space beneath her clothes, heading towards wherever it wanted. A slight tremble of her legs, and it’d be obvious where Olivia feared this thing was going. She couldn’t move, this creature had seen to that, but even it would feel the slight, weak tug as she tried, once more, to bring her knees up and together.

Underneath her bra it went and, with a sharp intake of breath, and just a little bit more of her milky, white eyes peeking out, the poor little miss quivered as she feels, just in passing, the caress on the inner edge of her two breasts. At this point, she’d already been molested by that ‘man’, but when this direct contact brushes against her bare skin, she can’t help but feel a wild, electrical tingle. The surface and texture of this thing was rough, and even against her hot, flustered, sweat covered flesh, it’d feel warm.

Past the soft, light curve of her navel it went and, once more, there’d be a twitch, an attempt to protect her lower regions. Obviously, she didn’t know what it had planned. She thought it’d just keep going. And so, when it suddenly tears up and out, she can’t help but let out a high pitch, startled yelp.

“AHH!”

Exposed, clothes torn a sunder, Olivia’s pleas start up again.

“No. Wait. Please!"

She could feel it. Even though she couldn’t see, she could feel the eyes of this thing gazing upon her body. In the cupboard, she’d seen that naked image of herself. She’d seen that sudden shame and nakedness. But when it was happening for that other girl, for that other Olivia, it’d been so very different. Seeing her immodesty and actually experiencing, it’d be two so very different things. Even now, there’d be felt an attempt to bring down her arms, to cover herself. If she could at least get her elbows down… However, there would be no such freedoms afforded her now and, as the air is felt upon her naked breasts, one would see as her body reacted on its own accord. Visibly aroused, despite herself, the newly unveiled teats harden and, with a shiver, a fresh trickle begins to slide down her thigh.

"I...I... P-please don't..."

It had been some time since 263 had so much fun with one of its captives. The girl was the perfect combination of lustful and reserved, eager and reluctant. As her clothes tore away, revealing her naked breasts to 263's gaze, she moved to cover herself. Yet those same breasts revealed her body's excitement, their nipples erect and begging to be teased. Her body came alive with every touch against her flesh, warming the fires of of her desire once more, and yet she struggled to close her legs, to keep herself from being penetrated, as useless as such resistance would be. She demurred, and struggled, and begged the monster not to do what it clearly wanted to. But she would moan and scream when it took her. It knew that.

It didn't take her yet. At first, it only looked upon the beautiful upper body that it had left unveiled, the remains of her clothes hanging from her shoulders and her back as her chest pressed out towards it. Her skin was smooth and flawless, perfectly tan and shining with a sheen of sweat. Though she wasn't physically strong or muscular, her stomach was still flat and fit, so much so that the creature thought it might be able to see its tendrils bulging inside her as it raped her. And she had such lovely breasts. It was quite a different matter to see them for itself than to imagine them, or even to project them into her mind. They were perfectly round and perky, soft and bouncy in all the right places, topped with perfectly hard little nipples. 263 forced her arms to remain outward, leaving them exposed to its stare. And it did stare, long and hard, drinking in the sight of her toplessness. Even blind, she would be able to feel how intently it gazed over her naked tits, desire mounting. It wanted them.

The new touch would start at her back, but wouldn't stay there. Once more, the warm tentacles with their rough skin slithered over her, wrapping around her abdomen, as if they were taking the place of her destroyed clothes. Their rounded tips led their course, sliding over her stomach and around her sides, along her spine. It was hard to tell how many there were, but it was enough to nearly cover her, and each was eager for more contact with her soft, bronze skin. There was nothing tender or exploratory about their touch, though. Everything about them screamed domination. They touched her as they wanted to, because they wanted to, and she could do nothing to stop them.

Then at last, they reached her breasts. Two lucky tentacles reached up and coiled around her soft mounds, trapping them in their grip and forcing them to greater prominence as they began to constrict. They began to squeeze her breasts rhythmically, molesting her in a way that hands never could. Her soft flesh was massaged by their thick, warm tentacles. As they settled into position, the bulbous heads turned their attention to her nipples, and rubbed up against them, stimulating her hard peaks.

263 held her there for a short time, molesting her tits and caressing her skin, enjoying the feeling of her body. Normally, it would have taken its time feeling her, sent tentacles up her legs, stroking her thighs, maybe even making her cum from simply being touched. But by now, 263 was impatient. It had spent a long time chasing her, wearing her down, and there was nothing more to be gained from foreplay. It wanted to fuck the girl, and it wouldn't wait another moment. More tentacles did go for her lower body, but not to caress her legs. It decided to leave her the skirt. Her panties weren't so lucky. Tentacles wrapped around the crotch of her underwear, yanking at the fabric. They'd either slide down her legs or tear away completely. Either way, her cunt would be exposed to it, and to the tentacles that now hovered ever nearer.

Darkness prevailed as Olivia hung there, suspended. Empty and without light, with all connection to the floor and walls removed, it would be in a virtual void of nought but sound and sensation, that this sweet, young lady found herself, hovering, waiting. She could feel which way was up, and she could hear the wet, slithering sound of countless appendages, slithering around her. However, as those big, throbbing, bulging cocks slid and moved around, it was all she could do but listen. If she could at least tell where and when they were going to come from next, maybe she could prepare herself. It wasn't much. Unfortunately though, even this would be denied her. The sounds of this creature seemed to be coming from all around her now and, even when those rough, slimy things did move, it'd only be with the slightest of noise that they would do so.

Blouse torn open and teats exposed, a burning, yet arousing, shame is felt as eyes, countless eyes, take in every inch of her modest, unrestricted breasts. This creature wasn't wasting much time now. However, for this, brief moment, she finds herself trapped in a moment of titillation. Anticipation tensing every muscle, she really couldn't, despite her efforts, tell where this creature was going to touch her next. Chest rising and falling as she pants, she tries to calm her excited body down. She tells herself, there's no reason she should give in. It was clear what was going to happen next. She was caught. It was going to do unspeakable things to her. But, despite it all, she would not give this creature the satisfaction. She Would Not Break.

"Nnn..."

Head already turned aside, face trying to hide in the side of her raised arm, a little squeak escapes as a single tendril, somewhere below, brushes through the length of her flowing, dangling hair. Eyes scrunched up once more, body trembling all over as blood rushes through her naked, vulnerable chest, it isn't long before another tiny sound is made, back arching and involuntarily twitching as something, several somethings, touch down and begin to wrap around.

"Ah."

Her blind gaze turns down, limbs tugging once more on her restraints as slick, yet rough, serpentine things begin to coil round and around. Warm and embracing, the cold exposed sensation on her naked, smooth flesh, is soon replaced by that of heat and, radiating from those tentacles, it'd be all the way to her womb that this warmth is apparently felt, energy invading far and deep. A fresh, wet flood filling her eager sex, it'd be with a mix of both disgust and excitement that her mind cruelly focused on the nature of these things, wrapping around her body. Throbbing and pulsing slightly, blood rushing through their veins, these were cocks, organs for breeding. Long, thick, curving members, there were so many of them and, even now, she could feel them rubbing against her skin, brushing ever in one direction as they curled and consumed.

Of course, even for someone as rich and reserved as Olivia, there would have to be, at least to herself, some admission of... well... If circumstances had been different. She'd discovered more recently that she was fond of other women, but that didn't mean she'd lost interest in men and their... assets. On the contrary, that thirst was still very much alive and, surely, at some point, amidst the various fantasies inside her head, the idea of having countless cocks rubbing against her had not proven to be... erm... entirely infelicitous. However, this was reality and... Her lower lip quivered slightly. Even now, she can feel the wet, sticky coating of these things as they slithered across her skin. They had an odd dissonance, as was to be expected perhaps. Whilst firm to the touch, they also felt kind of soft and, as they continued to make their presence known, a treacherous part of her mind couldn't help but point out how pleasant that felt, some instinct recognising the feel of a nice, hard cock.

The brief instance it took for these things to slither their way around her body came and went. Across her stomach, and across her sides, countless, eager tendrils held onto her, holding in place. However, it was not until the grasp of this creature had wrapped around her breasts that things truly started to boil. Repeating that slight tingle that she'd felt as they'd brushed down the centre of her chest, the encompassing grasp around her teats invoked not just a twitch from Olivia, chest pressing outwards, but a low whimper too as her entire body shivered. At this point, as her back arched ever so slightly, it was clear that she was not entirely in control of how her body moved. Hot, wet juices soaked through the fabric of her panties and, on every inch of her skin, there seemed to be a burning flush, blood rising to the surface as every nerve peaked, awaiting a touch. When the squeezing and massaging began, it wouldn't just be the motion of that molestation that provided, for Olivia, a deep sensation of sexual pleasure. Against her lower back, and now apparently her sides, there'd come a shiver of the skin and, as those rough tendrils coiled and uncoiled around her body, there'd be felt, back and forth, a constant brushing across her smooth, caramel flesh. This, it seemed, was turning not just her chest, but her entire lower torso also, into one big zone of radiating bliss and, as it continued, her lips would begin to part ever so slightly, chin nudging ever up, ever so perceptively.

Smooth, bulbous heads went for her swollen teats now and, as the touch teases the hardened tips of her breasts, an actual groan escapes from this little, captured princess. Head falling back, back arching even further, there’d be yet another tug on those tendrils clasping her wrists. Once more, there’d be given proof that such efforts only wasted energy on her part. However, with those tentacles wrapped not just around the tender joint, but some length of the forearm now, there’d now be signs of something different regarding her response. Before now, there’d been clear signs of her trying to escape, or else involuntary attempts to cover herself up. Now though, there’d be seen indicators of something else and, across her long, delicate fingers, there’d be seen a clenching, a curling, and a random clasping as, apparently, the body started to writhe itself in desperate delight.

Next came the unveiling of her most prized jewel and, as the tendrils moved down to strip away the one obstacle in its way, it’d actually be with a slight delay that our Olivia seemed to respond. Amidst the blind dark, where none of this creature’s movements could be seen, there would be felt a familiar, warm presence pressing against the side of her hip. However, as it curled around the waistband of her panties, it would seem to be with an otherwise distracted mind that only some small part of her acknowledged this. The upper half of her body being molested and pleasured, it was only once the garment started to move, being dragged down, that Olivia reacted.

“What? N-no, wait!”

Started, it was with an apparent fear that Olivia emerged from her revelry and, though still misted over by her blindness, it’d be with an eyes wide open look that she displays a sudden terror. Unrestrained, only the ankles pried apart, the young heiress’ knees push closer together and, tugging with a now distinct difference from before, her arms try, once more to try and pry themselves free. Unfortunately though, even with her flexibility, formally a gymnast before her accident, Olivia’s efforts wouldn’t be much to impede this beast and, indeed, even with her best, hardest efforts, there’d still exist as much as a leg wide gap between her thighs.

Oddly enough, despite her clear intentions, it’d actually be to her detriment and to the creature’s apparent benefit, that her struggles would resolve. She was obviously afraid of having this beast inside of her. However, once she’d pushed to bring her knees closer, the way to remove her panties would actually become one much easier than before. Rolling up slightly as they go, eased along nicely by the slick layer of moisture all the way down the length of both of Olivia’s legs, it’d be with a final tug and a rip, once they reach the knees, that the silk fabric finally comes away. After that, there’d be nothing in the way. Wet and glistening, Olivia’s tight, pink cunt was entirely exposed and, with another dreadful pause, she’d feel those eyes.

“I… Please… D-Nnn!”

Another little squeeze of her teat interrupts as one, popped, rigid nipple is lightly flicked. Eyes shut once more, as the head falls back again, it is only after the brief look of something akin to gentle, pleasurable content claims its place, that Olivia reclaims control of her features, scrunching up before slowly beginning to shake her head.

“No. Please. No.”

Despite everything she'd been through - despite her ordeal being pinned to the floor by the monster's phantom and imaginarily fingerbanged to the point of near insanity; despite begging every so briefly for the relief and satiation of her carnal desires - the girl remained a contradiction of wants. Even now, it could feel her bracing herself to resist. She knew escape was impossible, and she knew what would happen to her in the clutches of these tentacles. The girl knew a cock when she felt one, and had seen and - by now - even felt enough to know what they did to her. But she was determined not to enjoy it, not to feel pleasure or give in to her body's lust.

Yet great was her body's lust. 263 wanted to laugh at the way her body responded to the tentacles' touch. She couldn't really be blamed. Evolution had developed raktars' tentacles to be well suited for two things - exploring a lush jungle environment through a sensitive sense of touch, and fucking hapless prey until they came. Since gaining sentience and control over its own shape-shifting abilities, 263 had further refined its own body to better its abilities at the latter. The texture of the tentacles was similar to the penis of most creatures - simultaneously rigid and yielding, perfect for stretching open a girl's folds without damaging them. But there was an extra layer to them. The tentacles were totally prehensile and without skeletal structure - a mass of skin and muscle. And the muscles that could move and bend and control such mass were powerful indeed. Though they didn't bulge, the firmness of that power would be plain to feel through their skin. It was a power that promised to drive into her hard. If the considerable girth of the tentacles stretching her open didn't drive her wild, the power with which they could fuck her helpless body likely would.

Her mind clung to her pride, yet her body responded eagerly to the promise of the tentacles' touch. 263 knew how the battle would end. It had shown her her fate in the closet. The only question was how long it would take her to reach that point. It could already feel her body starting to heat up and tremble from its tendrils encasing her sensitive breasts. Maybe she would hold out for a while. But if she did, it would only have to ravage her more. Hours, days, whatever it took. Women always broke down to pleasure. They longed for it, longed to be fucked. It would prove that to her, too.

The tentacles around her teats started to squeeze harder. Thick coils dug into her soft flesh, their own skin dulling the pressure and spreading it over the surface of her bosom. They didn't simply squeeze as one, though. They started by squeezing the loop closest to her chest, and worked their way up, out towards the peaks of her nipples. The two tentacles pulsed pressure along her tits, as if they were kneading them outward. As if they were milking her.

Eyes watched enraptured as her body squirmed in its grasp, set to writhing from the pumping of its tentacles. But while the beast enjoyed her breasts, at the moment it was much more interested in her cunt. How it longed to delve into the now exposed slit between her legs and claim her. And once her panties were removed, there was nothing left to stop it. Her protests had returned, but those were only music to the creature's tentacles. Even as she begged to be spared, one of the thick, glistening tentacles lifted itself between her legs where her panties had just been, and moves up to her mound. It poises itself right next to her entrance, not quite touching her lips.

And there it pauses. 263 stares at the girl, considering for a moment. It can sense how she feels, lost in darkness, trembling in fear of the penetration she knows is coming, but not able to see or anticipate it. It's never raped a girl who was in such complete darkness before. She's afraid. It can feel it. And in no small part, it enjoys that fear. But it also knows it can do better. And so, it reaches out to her mind once more, and just as before, commandeers her sight. But this time, it doesn't restore her own sight, or vision from her own perspective. Instead, the sight that fills her is from its own eye, hovering just above her.

It gives her only the briefest second to recognize what she's seeing. To understand that the haggard, sweat-drenched girl she sees is herself. That the torn blouse is her own. That those are her breasts being ensnared and squeezed and milked by the thick, glistening tentacles. That that's her pink pussy peeking out from beneath her hiked up skirt, totally exposed, about to be penetrated by the bulging tentacle head that hovers in front of it. It gives her only the briefest moment to see, just long enough for her to subconsciously understand.

Then it thrusts, hard. With its muscular force behind it, the thick tentacle head pushes up against her entrance, and shoves forward. She's tight, not letting him in so easily. But the tentacle won't be denied. With a second thrust, it pushes through, forcing its way inside. Soft, velvety walls stretch around it as it plunges into her, filling her pussy up.

Rough surfaced, yet slick with a wet, slimy coat, the tendrils continue to caress Olivia’s midriff as she hangs, suspended in darkness. Hot, muscular warmth wrapped around her tight, she tries to fight against the arousal flaring every inch of her smooth, flawless skin. All other senses cut off however, even with eyes closed and mind desperately trying to focus on something else, she finds herself unable to shut out the delightful sensations now assaulting her body. Breasts seized by this creature, it’d be across the entirety of these modest mounds that she’d feel a special vulnerability and, as a thick, rough tendril brushes against the side of a swollen, stiff teat, it is seemingly on its own accord that her chest sticks out, hungry for more.

Any moment now, this beast would penetrate her body, thrusting its swollen, blood filled cocks into her drooling, now sensitised depths. She was well aware of how this thing would fill her up, stuffing every inch of her wet, tight, delicious insides. Pressing and rubbing every sweet spot, devastating what little remained of her self control, despite herself, the young heiress actually found herself picturing the exact sensation of this thing sliding into her body. Frankly, she knew it wouldn’t be like anything she’d ever experienced and, in the circumstances, it would probably be best for her to try and think of something else. However, with that constant molesting of her teats, and the ever impending assault of this thing, it’d be hard for her to not think about it, the coming, imminent moment, ready to happen any second.

Clenching her fists and grinding her teeth, some attempt would be made to reclaim control. She’d stop shaking her head. However, with the rest of her body still trembling, and with her breath now coming and going out of her noise in deep, quivering pants, it’d be clear that this calm was not one she could easily maintain. Indeed, it’d be quite obvious, regardless of whatever composure she tries to enforce, that she is struggling. Even now, her mind betrays her and, even though she stops pleading aloud, some primal, screaming piece of her brain still continues to beg.

It was hard. Even ignoring that bit of the mind that now shouted out for dominance, for subjugation, for raw, hot, unrestrained breeding, there was even more of her still that found only the one subject on which it could focus. Right now, she was faced with a very real, and very imminent threat, and with that moment of penetration ready to come any moment, the mind couldn’t help but try to imagine exactly what that was going to feel like. In the past, she’d felt masses, things slipping into her body, but she’d never quite come across something quite like this monster. Despite herself, she’d find herself fixated on an old favourite of hers. A self indulgence she would never admit to otherwise, there was, in fact, a long, thick, ten inch dildo hidden somewhere in her room. Made of some sort of pink, latex jelly, adorned with a mess of ‘realistic’ veins and protrusions, even now she could recall the exact sensation of it sliding, slowly into her body, slick and lubricated, every inch of it quivering the tight embrace of her snatch. Would it feel something like that? Would it be even more?

There was only one word for it, treachery. She was trying her best to resist. However, even now, the mind went over these sensations of pleasure, the possibly delights that soon awaited her. It wasn’t anything she needed right now, but naturally, these uncontrollable thoughts only served to help moisten further that delicious, glistening, inviting target of hers. Still tugging with what remaining strength she had on her restraints, it was obvious she wasn’t going to be going anywhere. However, it isn’t until those new images are slipped into her mind that Olivia truly comes to a halt.

?

She doesn’t speak aloud, though the look of confusion does still drop across her face, even with her eyes closed. Then, slowly, the realisation dawns. A mouth quietly widens, a brow rises. There’s a look of shock.

“W-wait!”

But it was too late. There was nothing Olivia could do and, as the creature thrusts, a strangled groan escapes as teeth clasp back together. Flesh parts and juices from both this creature and her own sweet embrace, begin to mix. It wasn’t anything like the quiet, gentle experience that our young heiress was used to having in the comfort of her own room. There she was careful, starting off slow and building up to something more. Here however, there was a roughness and hunger and, as the first inch or so forces itself in, she can’t help but clench as a stretching pain starts to throbs.

It hurts. Air was refusing to leave her lungs. However, once the bulbous head and slithery shaft begin to wiggle slightly, there comes, quite swiftly, a sense of relief, the heavy aching fading. Olivia’s eyes and mouth slowly begin to open once more and, as muscles slowly relax, her body seemingly responds to the invader, letting the creature inside. The warmth of this thing’s cock radiates out and, soon, there is no pain at all. At this point, it’d only really succeeded in making its way past the threshold, but, with a second thrust coming shortly there after, it wouldn’t be long before this thing was plunging itself all the way in, deep inside.

“H-AAAHHOOH!!”

Deeper and deeper, it slid ever further into her tight, wet pussy, the roughness of the shaft making the firm embrace of her snatch purr with delight. There was nothing to stop it and, as it plunged ever more inside there’d come only a wondrous, heartfelt, blissful cry of pleasure as Olivia’s blind eyes turned skyward, head dropping back on her shoulders. Nothing she could have done would have prepared her for this and, with this thing ready to ravage her completely, there was nothing she could do to stop this thing from utterly destroying what strength she had left.

“Oh… fuck...”

All females may have been sluts, but 263 was still not sure it had ever encountered a girl so lewd and wanton as this one. It could see the thoughts that flew across her mind as it prepared her for her fate. Most of them spent the last seconds before their penetration trying to think of a way out of their situation, or trying desperately to believe that it wasn't going to happen - that some divine force would intervene at the last second. But this one - her thoughts were already turning to the flesh, to sensation, preparing for what it would feel like. She searched for the closest analog she could, and 263 was somewhat proud that the default sensation she arrived at was nowhere near what it would make her feel. But none the less, she was preparing herself to be fucked.

And as its tentacle passed her threshold, it felt just how prepared she was. She was tight. At first, it was almost too tight to truly enter. But her body adjusted, just enough for it to press on. And she was wet. Her nectar leaked from her slit, sliding over its shaft and mixing with its own fluids, dripping from where they were joined. All of the teasing and tormenting, the molesting and exploring, had indeed prepared her to be fucked. She had no physical defenses left, and the last of her pride was a sham that her body took no part in. Its tentacle filled her to the end of her tunnel, stretching her open with just enough resistance to feel phenomenal. It filled her completely, and claimed her pussy as its own. It had won, and now it would enjoy the spoils of its victory, and destroying that last glimmer of pride she had left. In one smooth motion, the tentacle drew back, back out of her, until only its head remained inside her.

Then, it began to thrust. Then it began to fuck her.

The tentacle rushed back into her tight young sex, then back out, then back in. She'd feel every inch of it, all around it. Its firm, bulbous head spread her folds as it speared into her, but its thick shaft kept her spread. The dexterous cock came at her hard, pushing though all resistance her body could mount, feeling only a wonderful, pleasurable pressure from her tight, slick walls. In and out it moved, pressing on every spot within her at once, keeping her so full. It was like her abdomen was bulging from the sheer mass of flesh that drove into her, plundering her body.

And she'd be able to tell. All the while, it forced her to see herself, to watch herself be raped. The image from the monster's own eye flooded her brain, showing her her own body in its clutches, as her pussy lips were spread open in a tight, perfect circle by the thick shaft stroking in and out of her. She could see her juices nearly splashing out of her as it plundered her. Every time it pulled back, she'd see it poise for the tiniest fraction of a second, before she felt it rush back in, filling her once more until it bottomed out. In and out, in and out, she'd watch it move, and feel it move, as it used her horny body.

This was not, despite all attempts to brace herself, like anything she'd ever experienced before. Nor was it, as would be established fairly quickly, anything that she could withstand with any composure or grace. The thing began to move inside of her and, even as it started to pull back, the wet, slick embrace of her sex would seemingly slurp with a hungry attempt to drag that cock back inside. Muscles flexed and clenched, trying to close back up that emptiness left by this rod's departure. However, as that thing hammers itself, again and again, back into that void, it'd be with a warm, inviting acceptance that her body gradually adjusted, allowing itself to mould around this rod as inch after inch of further depth is earned.

No longer moving with any attempt to escape, but rather writhing now in lustful throws, Olivia's entire body twitches with every thrust. Gasping out another brief expletive before roughly biting her lower lip in some sort of instinctual attempt to quieten herself, this caramel fleshed morsel now begins to simply pant, heavy breathes heaving in and out faster and faster as the fucking starts in earnest. Even blind, with head drooped back on her shoulders, she could still, somehow, see the efforts of this beast as it set to work ravaging and breeding her wanton, needful body. With thrust after thrust slipping this huge, rough cock deep into her tiny body, it'd be with her hips now starting to buck on their own, that this strange, almost out of body vantage point, showed to her not only the ferocity of her assailant but, as it continued to use her helpless form, also the length and depth of its terrible assaults.

No matter how she shook her head, or tried to block out the image, the vision would continue to shine into the backs of her mind and, as she watched, she would begin to see, just as it'd done on that illusory reflection of herself, the long, blurred movement of this thing's rod as it progressed in and out. The wet mark of her own juices showing, as it paused briefly on the out, the exact depths with which it'd achieved victory on the last plunge, it'd be on the thrust back in that she'd see and feel her own body shudder, the rough blur of this thing's shaft conveying, even in this darkness, the length of movement involved and the extraordinary amount of meaty cock being stuffed deep into her tiny, little frame. Somewhere beneath that mass of tendrils wrapped around her waist, Olivia was certain that she could feel her abdomen bulge and, as it bottomed out again and again, it'd be with what little remained of her mind, that she'd find herself envisioning the sight of that subtle mound, rising and falling on her soft, flat stomach. For sure, this was where the thrusts of this thing found themselves and, as it continued to plough her tight little slit, it'd be in the depths of her sex that she'd feel that drum skin pounding, that ripple of pleasure, as it hit that spot again and again.

She was really beginning to squirm now, voice shaking her from head to toe as it fought to escape. However, as the relentless pace of this creature's assault began to settle in, it'd be with one final break that her resistance would find itself blown away. Arching her back, long, dirty hair waving in the air, stillness and silence, it seems, was at last upon her. However, with her body being thrust upon this cock by the grip of those tendrils, as much as the rod itself was making its own work, it'd be from this tense, frozen pose that Olivia would begin to wail and, as the loud moans and squeals of pleasure filled the dark, empty halls, it'd be onto and around, again and again, that this sloppy, wet, tight, little cock sleeve found itself fitted, over and over, monstrous prick filling up that drooling cunt.

"OH! OH FUCK! AH! HAAH! UHNN!"

Fingers began to dance once more, random contortions playing across her digits as her wrists continued to be held firm, thick binding tight around the arms. She couldn't think. She couldn't even form words, least not any proper ones. In her own, private care, there'd always been a need, a want for me. Over and over, she could thrust her toys inside of her, but there was no way for her to keep up the relentless pace she needed, to truly satisfy. Here, not only was she helpless, at the mercy of this creature, but she was no more able to stop its assault than she was, when alone, able to continue her own pleasure to the endless points her body craved.

"URRGHH! OH GOD! Don't stop."

Having already received so much teasing and pleasing, coming to the edge over and over, it wasn't long before she felt the blood rising. Warmth flooded her body, starting in the thighs and rising. Pleasure sparked like static before the lightning. With this rough, relentless conquest finally under way, her body started to finally synchronise with her mind and, as the brutal fucking continued to engulf her entire being, it'd be with a gentle boil, that she'd begin to feel herself draw ever closer and closer to that incredible, soul shattering release.

Olivia's depths were truly spectacular. It wasn't merely that she was tight and wet, as many of the girls on the island were when they were ravaged. It was the way her pussy accepted 263's tentacle, welcomed it, conformed around it. It was like a gracious host, taking in an eagerly-awaited guest with overwhelming gusto and eagerness. Muscles tightened around its shaft, milking its sensitive flesh. Warm nectar trickled down its length, fragrant and delicious. For all the defiance and pride the girl had in her mind, her sex knew what she was, knew how to behave. Her body was meant to be fucked, and her pussy was all too eager to comply and obey. It even went as far as to go against its own former master, overriding her brain with numbing pleasure and maddening lust. 263 could see the fire spreading through her mind. But more than that, it could hear it. It was in her moans, her squeaks, her words. Even before her first orgasm, she was practically begging, the walls of dignity and self-certainty crumbling with every thrust. Already, she was becoming a slave to her cunt, bound by sensations of an incredible degree. She wanted more. She needed more.

More, 263 could do. As the thrusts began to come harder, the tentacle ravaging her seemed to go deeper. Her own fluids marked the distance she'd been able to ride with every thrust, plain for both to see. And every thrust seemed to bring the watershed just a little higher. Its bulb pounded against her cervix, knocking at her core, letting her body feel complete and total domination through her hungry cunt. Slowly, the tendrils around her legs began to raise them up, angling her hips upwards, so the tentacle could drive down into her, moving with the force of gravity deeper inside her. It could feel her sex quivering as her body rode the waves of pleasure, coming every closer to the crest and the tumbling fall.

Of course, as eagerly as 263 awaited the girl's climax, it would only be one of many. 263 had not spent half the night chasing this one just to drop her again after a few hours of playtime. Olivia had been foolish enough to come to this place alone, and unannounced. No one would know to look for her here, no one would come to her rescue. The school would make up some excuse for her absence, until 263 finally gave her back. She belonged to the monster now, and it wanted to make sure she knew it. It tightened its grip, and continued to thrust, faster and harder. It dove into her depths, plundering her for all she was worth, just like she wanted. She didn't need to tell it not to stop. It wouldn't stop even as she came. Its eyes would only stare down, taking in the sight of her beauty languishing in pleasure, feeding the same sight straight into her brain. It would be fucking her for a long time to come.

With an ever growing hunger it seemed, the thrusts into Olivia tiny, petite body quicken and, with it, the fragile, brilliant mind of this sex deprived, borderline nymphomaniac, trapped in that home of proper manners and restricted decency all those years, begins to shatter and topple over the edge. Warmth now spreads to every inch of her body and, as the powerful, pounding, stuff-fucks that tentacle cock all the way, deep, deep inside, the once intelligible cries of this little lady turn, becoming something more primal, basic and, if this creature's assumptions are correct, which they may very well be at this point, true to her very nature. Desperate cries, to deities, to this monster wrecking her delicious little snatch, to the world in general, they all give way to the wordless groans and shouts of a person driven to the very edge.

She was getting close now and, as the bulbous head of that long, thick, hard cock started to knock on the door to her womb, she'd begin to shudder. Usually bottoming out like that was uncomfortable, off putting. However, something about the way this beast rammed itself in... it was powerful, it was dominating, and even though she was young, a thought flashed across her mind. She was woman enough to breed. This beast was having her and it could stuff itself right into the back of her womb, filling her every inch with its seed before passing to another one of its rods, and another, and another, each just as large, each doing the same until she was completely claimed, not a single inch of her left un-fucked. She'd already seen it. She'd already felt it and, as the realisation crossed her mind, the first of many bursts began.

Legs lifted up into the air, hips angled so it could continue to ram itself down, deep into her depths, the change would already be there. Moans and cries were virulent at this point, none stop, filling the air. However, as the breaking point rushed upon her, the pace would quicken. Screams and squeals of delight turned staccato, Olivia's head shaking from side to side and, as the final (though not final in the sense of it being the last) surge rushed towards her, it'd be all she could do but pant, like a dog, as every muscle in her body tensed. Hands clenched and unclenched wildly for a few moments, before bunching tightly into fists, restraints still wrapped around her wrists tight as her arms were held up above her. The bucking of her hips stopped, though to no real detriment to the constant, none stop fucking that continued through out this climax, and as the first of many orgasms struck her delicate body, a great, long, drawn out cry escapes as every inch of her body shudders almost violently.

"AAAAAOOOHH-UUUUHH!"

Little to no strength left in that body of hers, it'd be with hardly effort at all that this monster could succeed in holding her in place. Legs, arms, hips, each and every part of her seemed to try and pull inwards, but with her held tight, it'd be clear by now that she wouldn't be going anywhere. The thrusts of this beast continuing to plough deep into her body, even as it exploded in exquisite bliss, only served to better destroy what tentative grip Olivia had. Pulled over the edge, and held under the surface as her insides exploded with electric warmth, it was no wonder she made such noises. Face contorting, eyelids fluttering, just as it'd done a number of times, the chest thrusts out. Everywhere Olivia felt pleasure, she now felt bliss beyond reason and, whilst that largely effected the insides of her wet, tightly clenched cunt, it'd also surge as an affect all across her body, from that sweet spot on the small of her back, to the tingling tips of her teats.

She was a little harder to move inside of now. Clamping down, she'd be tighter on this magnificent, monstrous cock more than ever before and, even as she started, finally, to come down from her first, likely of many, orgasms, there'd come a number of tremendous, tight twitches, squeezing the rod like a iron clasp. However, even in this state, the insides of her body would be slick and smooth, and with a beast's power, it'd be with little to no difficulty that 263 could continue his otherworldly torments. Hands finally unclenched, but as some semblance of rationality returned, it'd only be with a desperate grasping that those fingers once more grasped at the shafts of her tentacled restraints.

"HAH! AH! W-wait... I..."

The rest of this meek, quietly muttered sentence goes unspoken as she twitches again, whole body shuddering as a tiny rippling remnant of her previous state, of her climax, courses through her body, shaken lose by the rough fucking still plunging the depths of her body. Of course, as she trembles all over, gasping for air, mind struggling to focus on the image of her own destruction, still playing in her head, it'd be obvious what she was trying to get out. She'd just cum, hard, and whilst this beast was still hungrily making sport of her, the new, sensitive state of her body was just a little too much. If it carried on like this, it wouldn't take long before she was toppling over the edge again, and again. She needed... she needed... just a minute.

"NNN! Oh... oh god..."

She squirmed, her desperate attempts to escape alive again... briefly. Hips buck, writhing as the relentless fucking continues. Her head drops back, limp on her shoulders. Another weak, limp attempt, tiny tugs coming at her restraints. The hips of this once proud lady thrust again, a particularly good strike brushing against her g-spot and pounding the ever weakening gates of her cervix in one stroke. Those little, delicate toes of hers curl.

"Oh... oh fuck..."