Olivia's body proved as truly delightful to ravage as it appeared. She was young and tight, abundantly sensitive, yet completely receptive to its powerful use of her sex. Any reluctance or apprehension her body may have felt had quickly been fucked out of her, and now she was gasping and moaning and crying out like a true sex-starved servant. Inside that body somewhere was a logical, calculating, self-respecting mind. But that mind was being completely overwritten by a body that craved a good fucking, and was finally getting it. Her dignity was gone, her pride and her better judgement and her restraint stolen from her by her own nervous system and her primal instincts. The brilliant, defiant young woman who had come to this place seeking answers was being completely dominated by her body.

And just the same, 263 dominated that body. Its tentacles wrapped around her limbs with absolute strength, leaving her no room to move, either to resist or participate. She could not protect herself, or pleasure herself, or express her body's gratitude to the creature that raped her so savagely. 263 wasn't interested in her reciprocation. Everything it needed from her, it could get through the simple act of holding her in place, and fucking her wild. All Olivia could do was squirm and writhe in its grip, her body trying desperately to express and release the pressure and the sensations that it forced upon her with stroke after powerful, undeterrable stroke. Regardless of what she wanted, of what she felt, it only continued to use her.

Even as she came, it would use her, and thrust deep into her overly sensitive sex. The beast sees her cum, watches as her body tenses and squirms in its bindings, feels the warmth as her nectar trickles down its shaft. It knows, and moments later, it knows that she's desperate for a break, for just a moment. But it doesn't stop. The thick, hard tentacle continues to drive into her pussy, fucking her as powerfully as ever, bashing up against her cervix. The beast as come to fuck her, and it won't relent now, simply to abide her preferences. It will ravage her as it likes, for hours and days. And if her mind breaks in the process, so be it. Fucking her will be worth any discipline it may receive from the school administrators.

For a brief moment, it can feel the sanity returning to her mind, and her hopeless struggling resumes, though weaker than ever. In response, 263 only grows more aggressive, and starts to drive into her ever more mercilessly. It's as if the thrusting of its tentacle cock is trying to force the rebellion out of her, and break her mind into submission. And as it ravages her more and more fiercely, it feels the stirrings of its own climax coming - like her's, the first of many. In response, it begins to thrust faster, the tentacle desperate to enjoy her pussy as many times as it can before it's forced to withdraw. Closer and closer it gets to its release, with a pounding that will be almost comprehensible to the young woman.

Even as Olivia finds herself in this truly tumultuous situation, bound and on route for an endless fucking that might last hours if not days, there is not an inch of her body that does not, seemingly, cry out in utmost joy at the prospect. In her head, she knew she was in dire straits. However, no soon had her soft words left her lips, then the eagerness of this beast seemingly intensified, hungry to silence anything rational, leaving her nothing more than a simple animal, domesticated, a pet or toy for this thing to enjoy over and over, for however long it wished.

She’d just cum for this creature, her body still twitching and shaking all over from the intensity of that shattering climax. Every inch of her was still tingling from it and, as it continued to fuck and molest her helpless body, it seemed as if the sensitivity with which her body received such punishment had only increased. No amount of orgasms, apparently, on her part was going to satisfy this thing, or give it cause to slow, and whilst a part of her was slowly cowering to the idea that this thing was going to have her for quite some time, maybe, perhaps maybe, even forever, she couldn’t help but notice that there was a part of her head saying ‘Yes! Finally!’.

The thing drove deeper and deeper into her body, not yet claiming any of her other holes as she’d seen in those terrible visions. However, even with just the one hole of hers, this thing was getting results. She’d only just cum herself, but with the relentless pace of this thing, and the teasing of all of her body’s other weak points, it wasn’t long before she felt more of that mind shattering climax building up, coming her way. Juices rolled across the length of this tendril, dripping from both it and young Miss Nightingale, and as that long, thick member continues to brutally abuse that delicious, tightly clenched pussy, a sound of messy, sloppy slurping makes its rounds, filling the air with endless lewd sounds that mix, ever so sweetly with Olivia’s own ever so unseemly, and frankly debaucherous cries.

Writhing, wiggling, but not going anywhere, it was clear that she couldn’t help but squirm as this thing fucked ever last inch of sanity out of her. Those lustful cries and moans had returned again and, as she lay there in the air, head and blind eyes staring out to the upside down image of the dark corridors it could not see, the endless, unavoidable visual of her own senseless ravaging playing in her head instead, it would almost appear as if the creature had, indeed, succeeded in drowning out her rational mind once more, lust and pleasure smothering it away. The pace speeds up even more now, driven by an insane hunger it seemed and, as some small spark of consciousness managed to leap back up to the top of her mind, the brief thought, the concept manages to flicker across her mind.

‘It’s going to cum.’

That single idea, that prospect, whilst entirely accurate in its assessment of what was now happening, what was about to happen, barely had time to surface before it was swept back under the waves of pleasure currently assailing the young heiress. For a moment though, for a moment before the rising tides of another, and she would manage to note, slightly larger still than previous, climax engulfed her thought process as it clawed its way ever closer, there would emerge a small, tiny glimmer of hope as a smaller secondary idea pinged. Perhaps, just maybe, once this thing had finished, it’d let her go. After all, this was all just one, great big creature, wasn’t it? On that point she had no idea, and the thought that it might not be led back to the terrible prospect of her remaining here indefinitely. Still, maybe, maybe it was just the one creature, and once it… you know… had had its own… erm… release… The terrible image of all these things cumming all at once, coating her small, lithe body in a certifiable blanket of sticky, milky white, shot through her brain (to the pleasure and excitement of some parts, to the terror and disgust of others)… Perhaps it would be… well… done? It was a small, desperate thought though, unfortunately, as Olivia was soon to find out, it was not one that, in anyway, held truth.

263 watched the interplay of the thoughts in her mind. It was delighting in the rapid unmaking of her sanity, watching it drown in pleasure and inescapable sex. But while it had long since predicted the result of this assault on her mind, the details of its unfolding were proving fascinating. As it fucked the girl's body mercilessly, it watched as her mind, time and again, went wild with fantasy. It wasn't strange for her, in the throes of unwanted pleasure with her cunny being powerfully penetrated again and again by its meaty tentacle, to lose her thoughts to pleasure. But even in this feeble state, her mind still worked in a way that could only be described as "keen", gathering data, reflecting on accumulated knowledge, making inferences. Time and again, her mind went back to the illusion it had shown her of herself well and truly fucked, raped senseless for days in that closet. Clearly, her mind had come to understand that as her fate.

And yet, what truly fascinated the beast was the way her mind used that information. Certainly, part of her intellect was using it to understand her situation, to brace herself for what was to come. But there was another part of her - one growing in strength by the minute - that *anticipated* it. Part of her was begging for that subjugation, that complete and utter use of her body, that ravaging of all that she was, breaking her down to her most primal, helpless, fucktoy of a self. Women in its clutches had found pleasure in being raped. They'd cum from it. But he'd never seen a girl be so lustrous of being absolutely, completely dominated, to the point of being reduced to a mindless sex slave.

Clearly, this required further investigation. And so, it gave her what her mind was so eagerly seeking. More images bean to flash through her mind. One second, she'd be looking at her actual self through the monster's eyes, dangling above the ground, pussy stuffed with tentacle cock and being steadily pumped. Then, she'd see herself somewhere else. Her situation wouldn't have changed, but at least time would have passed. She'd be in a different position, coated in some thick, pale liquid tentacles pumping her holes. Then the scene would shift, to her on her knees, being railed from behind by two thick tentacles pounding her lower holes. Then she'd see herself, then something else. On and on the images went, flashing, alternating. Soon it became hard to tell what was the vision of reality, and what was prophecy or fantasy.

At last, her vision snapped back onto herself, just in time to see the tentacle cum. There was no deluge of spunk as she might have hoped or feared. The tendril fucking her was the only one to find release. But it was enough. She could see herself start to bulge as she felt massive splashes of hot, thick liquid pour into her womb, coating her from within. More and more it pumped into her, gratifying itself within her depths, using her body, until it began to leak out of her in a thin stream. But even as it came, it was clear the beast wasn't done. The other tentacles continued to molest her body hungrily, rubbing her sensitive flesh.

An explosion of raw, untamed power and pleasure was beginning to well up in the little heiress now. Limbs and muscles twitched, suffering the spasms here and there and, when those parts of her body were not flinching, there came as much as possible in her trapped state, this latest fit of writhing and wiggling in his grasp. Her head once more began to shake slightly from left to right and, as the climax built within her, it was almost as if, in this desperate state, some part of her was trying to deny this exquisite, drawn own moment, this immediate situation in which she was forced to experience this most overwhelming tide of pleasure. However, as the crashing rise over that peak soon came upon her, it'd be with one final scream and contortion of her body that her whole being at last seemed to shout out 'Yes!' and, with it, another uncontrolled convulsion as her whole body shook.

Images had flashed through her mind. Countless positions, endless promises of all the more that would be done to her. Still bound and helpless, she saw herself violated and abused, taken over and over in one way then another. She saw at one point, herself on her knees, arms and wrists held out straight and firm behind her, body and breasts bouncing with impact after impact as two long tendrils stuffed her ass and cunt. Another flash, and she saw herself upside down, throat bulging as she was impaled, as if on a spit, from both above and below, the desperate squeals of both helpless terror and boundless delight seemingly playing in her head as she saw her own hands, bound to her sides, splay and writhe. Another image and another. The debauchery seemed to exist without end. However, it was with one final image that this creature finally stuck true and, it was with this, that she found herself starting to tumble over the edge.

The various scenes contained all manner of different positions, various modes of degradation, with the tentacles a pre-dominant figure throughout all. However, in this last one, whilst similar elements had appeared here and there, there was just the slightest peak that shot excitement through Olivia's system, dissipating what little shattered pieces of her resolve and self-control remained as, for the briefest of moments, she saw herself, on all fours, twin tentacles ploughing her lower half. Her hands and other limbs were mostly free, but with collar and leash around her neck, lead held loosely in his grasp, it'd be in a near bird's eye view that she watched as she, willingly it seemed, serviced and pleased, with her mouth and tongue alone, the long, black cock of that man that'd pursued her so virulently before. That one shot, that one moment where she saw, briefly, a look of broken, hungry, lust in her eyes as she looked up, hit something deep within her, as the submissive part of her seized upon that one image of complete and total domination, herself little more than a pet for this things, and potentially anyone else's, pleasure.

Messy spurts of cum began to erupt deep inside of Olivia's body and, whilst she'd been left in a near disorientated state by the quickly changing images, it'd be the sensation of this thing ever more hastily stuffing her cunt full, then bursting inside, that kept her grounded and, as the visual switched back to the immediate moment, it'd be with an instant recognition that she'd know this to be the current, real reality at hand. Thick, creamy dollops of goop began to unload inside of her and, as she felt the huge, generous blasts of cum painting her insides, pouring into her womb, it'd be with a definite and definitive shove that she'd feel herself hurtling over that edge. With this thing feeding images into her head, she could see as the huge bulges pumped down the length of this thing's tendrils and, as the plump globules of seed forced there way inside, it'd be as one after the after burst inside, stretching her already stretched cunt just a little more, that her whole body would begin to shudder, the sensation of her own climax now blossoming out in a violent surge that rushed to every inch of her being.

Her stomach bulges just slightly, filled to the brim and then stuffed and filled even further beyond that point. Thick bouts of excess cream started to spurt from the tight sealing point where her cunt met this thing's monstrous shaft. However, even as splatter after splatter escaped, each spluttering out as each blast released inside of her, it'd not be to the match of this creature's own loads, and their size, that cum would find itself escaping. Instead, more and more seemingly, the creature was managing to find even further land of space for it's seed to fill utterly, the young Olivia's abdomen steadily beginning to swell even further. Tightly clenched down, her body squeezed and, as she came, embracing the rod stuffed inside of her, gradually filling her up with this monster's seed, it'd be as she experienced this wave of pleasure that an eruption of her own burst forth.

A quick, follow up squeal and her hips suddenly bucked. Trembling all over as it came forth, a consistent, lively stream of her own discharge suddenly arcs across the air as she, herself, begins to squirt, apparently unable to keep it in this time as she'd evidently done on that previous climax that'd shocked her whole body not but a minute or two before. Yes, she came again, but it was as this thing pumped its thick, bountiful seed inside of her, that she found herself, again and again, struck back up towards her peak, this young little heiress not allowed to easily drift back down smoothly to any shallow, post-orgasm shimmer.

Finally however, after what seemed to be an endless moment, Olivia began to feel and sense some of her surroundings again. Her whole body was still engulfed in the un-endurable flame of her present lust, and as these things continued to hold her, starting now to rub and please themselves all over her body, enjoying every inch of her flawless, caramel skin, it'd be with confirmation but also an unperturbed resignation, that she found this creature to be far from spent.

'No. I can't- I don't think I can take anymore.'

The words were thought alone, as Olivia no longer spoke, to broken to form such complex sounds. Her mind started to falter, and with what almost felt like a melting sensation, she let out a delicious sigh, body leaning in here and there as these cocks, these delicious, meaty, tentacle cocks, rubbed across her.

'Yes. More.'

And it could give her more. Unlike other men and creatures, this thing could ravish her, endlessly, not tiring or becoming spent. With a slow relaxing, there'd be a complete deterioration and surrender and, for the young, tired, so horridly suppressed and bound Olivia, so unbearably trapped in this world, with all its rules and restrictions, it would be not unlike sinking slowly and finally into a deep, hot bath. The thing was still inside her, the countless tendrils of its reach and power all around. She wanted it to keep going, for it to give her another and another. Her hips moved slightly, insides stroking the shaft of this thing, as she found herself hungry for it to carry on, to keep moving within her, or else for a new one, or two, or three, to take its place.

Through out, she hadn't even been aware of the thing's movement, through and along the halls. However, as a brief flash of cognisance allowed her to take in the surroundings, it'd be with a gentle reach out with her fingers, that she managed, lovingly, to stroke the wall and doorway as, without ever a word or sound from this creature, she found herself slowly carried and drawn down, even deeper down into this underground facility, stairs taking herself and her captor far, far below, beyond any chance or hope of escape. The monster had her now, and it wasn't going to let her go...

((Hi. So just adding this out of character note to say this isn't done. I'm happy to keep going and carry on. I just wanted to add that bit at the end with Olivia being taken even further down into this place because I thought it was a good visual. That said, if you did want to end, this would be a good place to finish if that was what you wanted, just presenting it as an option. Personally though I quite like what's happening and love the idea of carrying on for a bit longer to see what we, by which I probably mean you, do. Really enjoying this thread and am excited to see what more happens to Olivia now.))

So much of Olivia proved a delicious treat, it was hard to decide what the best part her was. Her cries and moans of pleasure were the sweetest of music, her soft curves and tender flesh felt like heaven against the monster's firm, ridged tentacles. Her lips were luscious, her sex tight as a vice, and her own mind was a din of lust and pleasure that fed back in on itself, bending her own will to its perverse machinations. With every thrust, with every vision of her degradation and unmaking into a tentacle monster's cum dumpster, the young woman only fell that much deeper into her own primal instincts, embracing her fate as a living fucktoy as much as her pussy embraced its cock. But her climax was, by far, still one of her best qualities. She was so tight as she came, it was almost hesitant to continue ramming into her. And the spray of her cum that splashed over its tentacle was perfect - warm and fragrant, and copious. Of all the nubile girls on this island 263 had raped, few had offered it as much nectar in their entire ordeal as Olivia had in one single orgasm. If nothing else, it would need to pump her until it was dry.

Not that it would have to work that hard. Even as she came, 263 could see from the way her body writhed and shook how easy it would be to make her cum again. It could see it in her mind, too. Hear it in her thoughts. The pleading with herself to remain cool and collected and reluctant had gone silent. The only thoughts left were desires to be fucked, supremely and completely. It wouldn't have to work hard to make her cum and cum and cum. But it would anyway. It would give her body everything it asked for, and more. It would pump her, molest her, use her in every way, make her climax her brains out. And it would fill her to bursting with its own cum, just as it filled her now. Bulges ran down its length as it pumped into her, making her walls stretch even further as they ran into her, until each glob of hot, thick fluid burst forth into her young womb, filling her. Stretching her. She swelled more and more, as more and more pumped into her with no way out. 263 could feel her tight walls milking it for every drop, and it obliged eagerly. And as it did, the flesh of its tentacle absorbed her own cum, pulling it into itself. It would savor her fluids for now.

By now, 263's tentacles are also starting to pay attention to more than just her pussy. Its tendrils were carrying her deeper into the recesses of the structure, down into the dark. She'd be able to hear the walls growing more enclosed, though her vision through the monster's eyes would seem mostly unaffected. Even as the light faded, her view of her own violation would be unaffected. Assuming that was reality, of course, and not another vision.

What was undeniably real, however, was how its tentacles were touching her. The tendrils at her breasts were working wonders on her sensitive flesh, groping and twisting and pulling on everything possible. Tentacles even applied the same treatment outside of her erogenous zones, if any part of her could even be considered not an erogenous zone anymore. It seemed every tendril that could touch her was trying to use her for every soft, luscious curve she possessed - to literally fuck her body for all it was worth. But even amidst the omnipresent sensation of squirming flesh, she'd be able to notice the tentacle tracing the curve of her ass. Its thick, bulbous tip ran over her soft cheeks, like a finger admiring their form, committing it to memory through touch. Steadily, though, it slid towards the center, leaving no doubt about its intentions. Before long, it slid between her ass cheeks, grinding its shaft in the valley of soft flesh for a moment. It was warm, its skin thick and ridged with something resembling veins, just like the others. It would seem, though, that it might be even bigger than the others. Thicker, at least. And it very quickly became clear where all that circumference was about to go.

Pulling away from her crack, it angled itself straight at her tight, puckered anus. Other tentacles around her legs forced them to spread as wide as they could. Then, they began to lift her hips. Her back was forced to curl as her lower body was angled upwards, raised above her head, so the eye broadcasting its view to her had a perfect line of sight with her tight back door. The tentacle moved with her, threatening to plunge into her at any time. Finally, both came to a stop, and the tentacle quivered near her, poised and ready. As it floated just before her ass, its flesh seemed to shift, almost to change color. Then, it began to shimmer. 263 pumped Olivia's own cum back through its skin, creating a sheen of lubricant along its length. Finally, coated in her own juices, the tentacle thrust forward against her anus.

Her entrance was tight, and 263 wasn't exactly an easy fit. But as exhausted and well-fucked as she was, she had no chance of keeping it out. Both the girl and the monster watched as her tight hole stretched open, and the head of the tentacle cock was swallowed up by her dark, puckered ring of flesh. Her rectum was even tighter than her pussy, somehow, and 263 instantly felt the pressure and the heat of it. A loud squelching echoed from her hole as her own cum was forced into her ass along with the tentacle. Inch after inch of thick, veiny flesh filled her, stretched her, imprinted its form on her body. Her asshole was slowly molded by the cock forcing its way inside, filling her body with a thick, hot weight.

How could one describe the sensation? Bliss, ecstasy? These both did some small service to grant one a picture, but there was more to it than that. Cumming was like an explosion, a rush that starts in the core of one's being and flows out to every inch of one's body before rippling back in. Every muscle tenses as tight as it can go, to and beyond the point of convulsion and, for a moment, you find yourself nearly pushed out from yourself, awareness elevated above in a warm, floating cloud constantly trying to come back down for landing. You find yourself... like a small airbed atop a boiling Jacuzzi. Turbulent bubbles beneath you keep you constantly afloat, and the open air is a soothing void. The occasional splash of heat comes over the sides, occasionally washes over you and, as it does so, you find yourself briefly sinking back into a body that is nothing but violence and bliss, all encompassing warmth that overrides any and all other sensations... Before you bob back up, onto the surface.

Over and over, the broiling and the frothing, it batters at your back through the thin barrier between you and it and, whilst it keeps you afloat for quite some time, eventually it begins to calm. Slowly, you begin to slide back down into the waters but, as you do so, it is only the beginning and, even as the waters quiet enough for you to sink, the rush and the roughness, it strikes you at your sides and every possible angle like lightning striking a plane desperate to land. Your consciousness, your being, it surely could not survive, it could not remain intact, in such a powerful storm. Yet, try as it might, to retreat, grasping and clawing for the air outside of you, to remain there for as long as it can, it can only hold so for so long and, as it finds itself exhausted, unable to keep itself aloft any longer, it falls, deeper and deeper, hitting a bottom it can't escape whilst the rage, and the fire, blood pumping through veins, all blasts through your system just as strongly as it'd done when you'd first attempted to flee.

Now, Olivia finds herself in that heat, in that warmth and, whilst before there was a slow shift, a gentle rise from cool waters to that boil, too much stimulation, too many orgasms, she was already feeling herself well on her way to the next, explosive climax. Coming down from the last peek, the new starting point for the next was oh so further along, to the point now that her whole body seemed to ripple and boil in anticipation. The turbulent, frantic stage of utter, helpless, torturous pleasure, that lasted in those horrid, drawn out moments just before cumming, that was the new normal for her now and, even as she comes down from one climax, her body is ready for the next, and the next. At points it seems like, even in the midst of cumming, like she's on the verge of another and, in one earth shattering moment, it even seems as if one climax hits, right on the top of another.

However, one gets ahead of themselves and, here and now, Olivia has to contend with the newest of assaults dished out by her assailant. Shivering from head to toe, finding herself, for the first time, coming back down to the turbulent pre-orgasm stage, setting it as the new base level for her whole body and mind experience, it'd be with a tiny, adorable 'eep' that she unintentionally flinches, trying to curl her body up as those tendrils begin to start anew the gentle teasing and torment of her every inch. At this point, it'd be more than fair to call her body one big, erogenous zone. Blissful tingles registered on every inch of her skin and, as she twitched and shivered, along with all previously discovered areas, there'd now light up two more. An accidental brush through her hair, near the side of her head, and one tendril would stumble upon the radiant, mind numbling, brain tickling, point of blinding light that was the very tips of her ears. Elsewhere, a less accidental discovery, but a commonly ticklish area now apparently turned erotic, the exposed underside of Olivia's arms. Smoothly shaved and generally clean, the warmth invoked across her pits now radiated and pulsated, flanking and merging the ecstatic centre of bliss that was now her modest, teased and tormented breasts.

A tentacle begins to stroke along her ass now and, with a slight clenching, both her current and soon to be abused holes, give a gentle renewal of their delightful, squeezing tightness. The burning hot, erogenous zone that was the small of her back was not far away. However, with a thick, muscular, bulging man cock rubbing itself so forcefully across her ass, it'd be hard for even those nearby weak points, her cunt still being pumped and rammed full to the brim, to distract from the presence there. Mouth gaping slightly, mind lost in a complete and total lust, as the thing finally stopped to lift up her legs and bend her practically double, it'd only be with a deep, blissful, longing sigh that she seemed to give any reply. Even blind and hazed over as they were, Olivia's eyes seemed to shine, consumed and taken whole in that velvet, sea of pleasure.

"Ohh-uhhh..."

Still trapped arms and hands shivered and shook. The voice that escaped was practically mournful, but unmistakably one of approval as her broken, fully conquered mind gave little thought, the moans and sighs of pleasure left entirely to the discretion of whatever primal, breeding orientated part of her head still remained intact. Through the eyes of this thing, she could only watch, but as she did so, there'd be no separating the sensations across her body from the images being displayed to her hear and now. Instead, she'd be stuck there, no blinking, no looking away, just her, unfading, inescapable, stuck in the moment and the prospective eternity of this thing having its way with her, forever, without end, bliss and pleasure all she knew now. Even as the thing squirted her own juices back across her opening, there'd be little more than sighs and lustful moans. Her body twitches, the small act of just splashing her asshole with cum enough to seemingly send shivers all across her body. However, when it finally makes a move, it'd be with an open cry that she at last gives passionate response.

"HAAHH!"

It was almost to her own surprise now that the voice comes out and for a moment she finds herself wrestled and pushed back into a miniature peek. A climax like explosion and ripple cumming from her ass as it plunged itself inside. With stretching and pushing, it'd be with some vibrant, striking, shocking pain that Olivia briefly found herself slapped out of her current stupor. It was too big, and her body was too small. Yet, even as it began to plunge inside of her, there'd be a strangeness. In her present state, so aroused, so pushed to the edge of climax, there was something about this pain, the intensity of it. Yes, it hurt but, for some reason, it wasn't so bad. It overwhelmed her, it broke her, it made her want to beg and plead yet, that was it, the power, the intensity, it was just like everything else she was experiencing. She was so far over the edge, so far gone, that she just couldn't tell the difference. Pain, pleasure, anything that pushed her harder than she could take, could withstand, it all just seemed to push her in the same direction.

Her tongue lulls out and her body shakes all over from her to toe as her head starts to fall back limp on her shoulders. She could feel it in her ass. Yes, there was discomfort, but there was also veins and muscles, the bulk of this thing and, as it started to move, there'd be pleasure, more pleasure. How was that possible?

"OHH-URRGHH!"

She was done, she couldn't take anymore. The rush up to her next climax seemed steady, almost casual at this point, rising on her as steadily as the thing moved ever deeper and deeper inside. At some point, she wasn't even fully aware, it happened again. Her whole body shakes like someone having a seizure, and her poor, tired, tormented cunt squeezes tight as her seemingly reluctant, exhausted, spent body somehow finds within it another burst or two of delightful lady cum to spray forth. She feels it, inside, every inch, every part of her it touches lighting up with pleasure and, against its exterior, an added delight as she feels both it, and the one inside her cunt, rub as they trap and unimaginably delight the flesh of her body in between. The veins, the ridges, they overwhelmed her, they conquered her. She was just a toy for this thing now.

As Olivia cried out, tensed and clenched and spasmed, the tentacles inside her began to thrust. As she came once more, they began to thrust harder. The tentacles wasted little time getting up to speed, using her asshole just as they'd used her pussy - for their own pleasure, with little regard for hers, yet with enough force and pressure to satisfy her broken mind. With this final violation, she was totally lost to the monster. Her every hole could be raped at the creature's will. Every inch of her body was nothing more than a tool for its pleasure. And she loved it. It knew she loved it, could see it in her face, hear it in her screams, know it in her thoughts. She longed for this, in the core of her being, and everything that didn't had been washed away by the flood of its assault.

There were plenty of reasons 263 ravaged women like this. There was the primal urge of course. Any raktar would eagerly fuck any human woman it could get its tendrils on. And though it was unclear how this instinct had come to be in its race, 263 could readily answer that it carried on because the feeling of fucking a woman's holes was amazing. One might assume that a creature that had so many tendrils would barely notice the pleasure of just one of them thrust into a warm, quivering pussy, but one would be wrong. To a raktar's mind, even 263's expansive mind, the heat and pressure of Olivia's holes seemed to wrap around its entire being, nestling it with warmth and pleasure. And with every thrust, that sensation only grew, spreading like wildfire through every cell in its body. She begged to be fucked. And the moans and screams she let out as she did echoed through the monster's body. 263 had not lost its love of the sounds of a woman being ravaged. Her voice sent its blood coursing through its tendrils, hot and pounding, and it seemed to carry the pleasure of her body to the tip of every tendril - even those that sat idle, waiting for a turn with her body.

Then, there was the sheer visual spectacle. 263 came from a race of touch and sound, using their eyes only in the rarest of circumstances. But 263 had evolved beyond its roots. And evolution had taught it delight in the female body. And Olivia was truly delightful, especially as she was being fucked. Her soft, tanned skin was shining from her own sweat. Her breasts bounced and rippled as they were toyed with, and the tremors of her pounding danced through them. Her well-groomed slit leaked her nectar constantly. Her round, perfect ass spread as her anus was filled, diminishing in no way its appeal. And with every arching of her back and straining of her limbs, with every mind-quaking orgasm, she cut the perfect shape of a woman being truly fucked. She was a body built for sex, being consumed by it. There was a poetic perfection in how her body moved, and 263's eyes drank it in.

But beyond even that, there was something else - something wholly unique to 263 among its species. Any raktar would fuck a human woman. But only as it had gained sentience and telepathy, had looked into the minds of its victims as it took them, had come to understand the effects of its actions, had 263 become enamored with *raping* a woman. To take a girl against her will, to fuck her over and over with no pause or deference, to assault her with the reality of her own helplessness and primal, pleasure-seeking nature. This produced truly fascinating results. When it began, most of them fought, or ran, believing that they were not destined to the fate its tentacles had in store. As things progressed, some grew withdrawn or despondent. Some grew angry, and even swore vengeance. These were the ones who were hard to break, at least mentally.

But every once in a while, 263 came across a girl like Olivia. Someone whose primal nature was so close to the surface, raping her broke down whatever defenses and disguises they had wrapped themselves in. Once those crumbled, she was more than simply at the mercy of her own pleasure; she was a thrall to it. It warped her mind, bringing out the kind of primal lust and tireless sexual gratitude humans liked to assure themselves they'd evolved beyond. She could do nothing but crave more - to be used more, to be filled more, to be fucked more, and more, and more. 263 could already see it happening, as its tentacles plundered her pussy and her ass, ripping her into another orgasm. Her body was starting to re-calibrate its baseline. If this kept up long enough, she wouldn't be able to go without being fucked. She would long to be raped and ravaged all the time, even more than before. A constant slave to sex and defilement.

All of this suited 263 just fine. Girls like this were special. They were the ones would would eagerly come crawling back to it, begging to be used. Madness would keep Olivia loyal, and her body would always be available to it. No matter what her mind tried to tell her, she wouldn't be able to escape. Almost out of idle curiosity, 263 wondered what that mind even had to say for itself now, defeated and fragmented as it was. After all, there was so much more it could do to her, so many ways it could rape her.

The words formed in her mind as a low, gravely voice, speaking slowly, brokenly. "You. Love. Being. Fucked." The words weren't a question. "You. Love. Being. Raped."

Her body doubled up on itself, knees held up towards her chest, this little, delightful ball, couldn't even squirm as it found itself so utterly used and abused. Delightful juices squelching from her holes, as every thrust pushed her further and further towards oblivion, she could feel her will breaking. With no barrier or layer between her and it, no defence available, no retreat she could push her mind, it is with no means of stopping it, or ignoring it, that Olivia finds herself trapped in the moment, the nerves and senses of her body letting her know exactly what was happening to every inch of her. Deeper and deeper inside of her ass, the length with which it penetrates is almost as impressive as the endless shivers of body tensing, heart fluttering pleasure that could be felt as its rough, slick form rubbed back and forth against the walls of her insides. The fullness from being so completely stuffed didn't seem to matter so much. Instead, she actually found herself anticipating the long, drawn out flurries of this thing's deep, invading, shaft, curling and stirring inside of her body, causing her body to go into a blissful, orgasm littered overdrive.

In and out of her ass, back and forth, whilst this alone would be an overwhelming experience, it'd also be into the depths of her wonderful, twitching, drooling cunt that the little heiress found herself receiving the same treatment. Legs locked in place, keeping her curled in this manner, wrists still trapped, kept above her head, even if she still had the physical strength to fight, it'd be to no avail that she would make such a struggle. Even the strongest, most wilful of tugs from her would have no affect and, whilst it was seemingly against every inch of her insides that the touch of this creature now ran, it'd be with a startling, almost hyper aware sense of touch that the same treatment, seemingly, rolled across every inch of Olivia's outsides as well.

Teats, stood completely to attention, those modest, subtly curved, mounds of hers received quite the loving attention in this tight, contorting embrace in which she found herself. The grasp of this thing wrapped all around her waist and abdomen, meant that her legs could not be pressed entirely against her chest but, with the slithering of this thing both here and everywhere else, countless tendrils taking to seemingly every available patch of caramel skin, it'd be to no matter that such a small detail arouse. Instead, she found herself tormented both inside and out and, as she was coaxed to the edge of her latest, quick to arrive orgasm, a thought, a voice, her own perhaps, or someone else, she couldn't tell, either way, it came to her mind clear.

"Yes..."

Her mouth hung agape, tongue out in the open as her blind eyes failed to survey the dark, upside down view of the deep, underground prison she now found herself in. Without so much as the strength to lift her head anymore, it'd be on her shoulder's that she lay limp and, whilst this creature had seemingly violated every other hole of hers thus far, it was with breathe turning to clouds of white in the air, that this one place, her mouth and throat, still stood, untouched. Of course, whether he was waiting on a certain point for this, one could not tell. Either way, it is at this point that one should point out one particular aspect of Olivia, just now beginning to come into play.

In the past, as 263 had probably discovered many times at this point, there would be women, maiden's fair, who had fallen into his/its terrible clutches who, upon cumming over and over, to the extend where one loses count, would not, in all fairness, have themselves the strength to remain conscious. Now, whilst Olivia was somewhat lacking in physical endurance, her body frail and broken, it would be through a life of turmoil that she would have herself a strength of a different kind. Namely, after having experienced the extremes of sensation, more often pain than not sadly, it would nonetheless be to some extraordinary discovery that one would find her still going, still awake. Right now, she was getting to the point where all of her blissful climaxes were merging, into one. She was cumming faster and faster now, to the point where she was not taking break in between and, as those powerful surges of pleasure started to take over her body, becoming now one continuous, endless, ongoing storm, it'd be with awareness only, not thought, that she now found herself perceiving the world.

Her mind had gone blank. This much was clear. The mercilessness of this assault had drowned out her ability to think and, in every second, every moment she'd tried to collect her thoughts, put together her head and think straight, this thing had been there, pushing her body, pleasing it in new ways that pushed all over things out of her mind. It was not far akin to a boxer on the ropes, facing a relentless opponent that not once gave her the chance to rally, to recover, to put up any kind of defence. You. Love. Being. Fucked. You. Love. Being Raped. What little part of her mind still remained, was still there trying to grasp onto something, some rationality, it was to this, to this single assertion, that she alone had purchase to find and, with it, she found herself embracing it, completely. After all... her body shivered and shuddered all over, unbelievable pleasure rising up the whole length of her body until it pushed at her misty eyes, making them roll all the way back in her head... it sounded about right.

"... yes..."

Her voice came out amidst wails and squeals, making it almost unintelligible.

"... I love it. Give. Me. MORE!"

"Broken" was a term 263 had ascribed to many of its victims, but Olivia was redefining the word. Her body was an ever-receptive toy to its abuse, taking its tentacles deep and giving nothing but pleasure in return. Her frail, slender frame shook in ever more frequent orgasm, sending her tight little pussy to squirting almost constantly. 263 soaked up her juices eagerly, ferrying them away and replacing the space they left with nothing but hard, relentless fucking. So long and powerful was its pounding of her body that it seemed to have almost forgotten about its own release, its sole focus instead to be on raping her so thoroughly that she could know nothing else, would want nothing else, and may never come down from the high of pleasure it forced upon her.

Of course, fucking her was not without selfish rewards, either. With every ever-more-constant orgasm, Olivia's young cunny tightened, wrapping around the sensitive tentacle. It was like a sensual hug that felt as though it embraced the creature's entire body. And it wasn't her pussy alone. Her tight, under-abused anus tightened with every tremor and spasm and desperate moan that wracked her body. It was as if her hole couldn't decide whether to squeeze the tentacle out or suck it further in, but the invading cock made the decision for her, doing both in a fast, rough rhythm of alternating thrusts. It could feel the depths of her that had been left unclaimed, and it claimed them in swift order, forcing them to stretch open before the powerful battering tip of its tendril.

But it wasn't just physical surrender 263 found in her. Her will was truly broken, her self-esteem discarded in favor of the pleasure she had no way to resist. She admitted, as readily as 263 had ever seen, to loving her defilement. She begged for it. Begged to be raped harder, longer, on and on. That primal lust that so many girls tried to suppress was in full control now. Much, much later, when the rape had subsided, the girl's reason and self-control may return. She would try to deny wanting what it had done to her. But that precious civility would never hold the same sway. Soon enough, she would break again, and be reduced to the same rape-slut she was now. And 263 would make sure that she couldn't forget that. Couldn't ignore it.

Soon enough, the creature did find its release. First, the tentacle in her cunt thrust deep inside, and the familiar feeling of hot, thick cum flooded her womb as it unleashed a torrent inside her, making her swell and bloat. The other tendril soon followed suit, tunneling as deep into her rectum as it could. When it could go no deeper, its jizz carried on, pouring deep inside her body in hot, thick pumps that only seemed to swell her further. She was totally filled by the creature's cum, so much so that she'd feel heavy even as the thick tendrils pulled back, retreating from her body. But hundreds more tentacles hovered above her, assuring her that her ravaging was far, far from over. For the briefest moment, her body was able to rest.

But she could not lie still. Even as the tentacles retreated from her holes, the ones wrapped around her body began to shift. They slithered across her skin, abandoning their fondling of her soft, sensitive sensitive skin. Now, they began to wrap around her, first around her midriff, encircling her like a belt. Then the tentacles around her legs entwined with them, locking her thighs to her midriff, and her calves to her thighs. Slowly, the shafts of the tentacles bean to shift, becoming firmer and tighter, feeling more and more like ropes. In short order, she was compressed into an even tighter, more immobile little fuck-ball. Her holes were left completely exposed, her hips widened from the angle of her legs. And the tentacles above descended towards them.

"You. Belong. To. Me." The voice taunted her, as the tentacles approached. One descended to be the next to take her young wet folds, but it paused just before her entrance, giving her time to understand its meaning.

"Your. Body. Is. Mine."

Feeling heat and warmth and power fill up the inside of her body, it was as pump, bump, bulge and eventual spray of this thing's seed erupting inside of her, that the latest spasm and convulsion of her tiny frame pushed her once more out of control. Cumming practically non-stop at this point, it'd be to the bulbous, spherical, numerous globules of cum, riding all the way up these tentacle shafts until they were unleashed inside of her, that Olivia found herself briefly rattled and knocked from her daze to feel and receive in its entirety the eventual, terrible release of this creature inside of her. Exhausted tired, beyond the point any other person could withstand or look to possibly remain conscious, she nonetheless felt as the creature, once it'd finally finished flinching and throbbing inside of her, move once more and, entirely hopeless and helpless in this situation, was trapped in what was bound to be an endless torment of her body, mind and soul.

Contorted pressed and curled into an even tighter, even more inescapable little fuck ball position, it'd be with a background in gymnastics, just before the accident that'd crippled her, that this poor creature did, at least, find herself thankfully prepared, flexible enough to handle the new position without discomfort. Not that it mattered, she was in this creature's grasp now and, no matter how much it fucked her, made her cum and filled her with its seed, it would have its way, its choice of how and when she was taken.

"Mmbmbmbm..."

A sort of whimper escapes as the thick, meaty, fucking tentacles draw themselves out of her holes, the flurry of sensation against her skin as its every inch and rough surface fluttered and quivered her fleshy reaches, enough to make her murmur and whimper unintelligibly. Left with a dull ache, a sort of emptiness that hollowed her out as her body now adjusted to this new norm, longed to be filled again, it'd be with a slight rise, a slight, final, desperate raise of that shaking hand that the poor, battered, beaten fragment of Olivia's sanity and rationality slowly tries to lift itself from the floor where it lay defeated, unable to even stand itself back up, let alone fight. It could feel itself, unveiled, uncovered, no longer pinned down by the smothering presence of this creature and, for a brief instant, it thought to even return itself to its place. However-

You. Belong. To. Me. Your. Body. Is. Mine.

As further insistence poured into her mind, it'd be into this broken, shattered state of overwhelming pleasure that the poor, unfortunate cascade of one terrible insertion after the other found itself, without objection or question, received and accepted into her vessel. The majority of her now surrendered to this state, and to this utter submission, she was barely even aware of that small, tiny, fragmented side of herself that had now briefly, reemerged just in time to hear her respond.

"Yes. I am yours. I... I am..."

It was too late. Even with this brief pause to her fucking, the twitching convulsing, heaving state of her body still left her in too much of a pleasurable, blissful, wonderful state for her to dare refuse anything. Like the broken warrior lying in a pool of blood, at the bottom of the cracked and shattered crater of the ground beneath, the last piece of Olivia's mind felt itself crushed and bludgeoned once more as the weight of this creature came back down once more. Her response, seemingly inviting it willingly, as its tentacles poised and soon started to move, once more, to claim her.

The sight of Olivia's naked, ravaged, cum-soaked body being squeezed into an even more fuckable position was truly a delight to behold. But that proved to be only the second most delightful part of this scene. Even if Olivia was only barely aware of her own mental struggle to regain her dignity, 263 could see it. It could feel every little shift in her psyche as it crumbled under the force of its sexual domination. There was that lone soldier, a lone survivor of reason, trying to make a last stand against the charge of hedonistic madness. The proud young woman it had chased through these halls was still in there, watching herself be reduced to a mewling slut as she was raped in ways no human was ever meant to endure. There she stood, watching it all, only to fall once more as her body's needs took over. For a moment, 263 considered giving the soldier a chance. It could halt its assault, converse with the girl, try to draw out the reason and pride, only to dash it all again. For a moment, it considered the game.

Then the moment passed, and instead, 263 let the girl fall backwards, until she flipped over and dangled upside down, and thrust its tentacle into her pussy. The tendril came from above, rocketing downward into her so hard, it felt like it would knock her loose from the monster's grasp. But the bindings held, and her new master began to fuck her. It thrust powerfully, up and down, stretching open her cunny seemingly even wider than the last. Its thick shaft made indecent, wet noises as it drove in and out of her hole, and sent her own nectar dripping along her body. Another tentacle was close behind, lubricating itself with her own cum before claiming her anus. This one found her asshole more receptive, and quickly began to pump her back door, powerfully rocking her body in tandem with its twin.

This time, however, 263 did not simply leave her alone to moan in pleasure as she writhed and rode steadily to her next orgasm. As soon as her mouth opened, another tentacle was there, thrusting into her waiting hole. Its thick girth forced her mouth to open wide, and formed a tight seal with her soft, supple lips. It began to thrust in and out, 263 savoring the feeling of her warms lips and lively tongue against its shaft, as the bulbous tip began to drive for her throat. Then, suddenly, it pulled back, then thrust again. Back and forth it went in quick strokes, becoming quicker. It would immediately become clear that the monstrous tentacle was not interested in a simple blow job. This was going to be a face-fucking, and Olivia had no choice but to prepare herself as the thrusts became harder and longer.

Yes, the monster had briefly toyed with the idea of letting the girl find her mental feet. But that would never be as much fun as simply ravaging her to complete madness. Olivia would know exactly where she stood - exactly what she was. Here she hung, her holes primed to be pumped and filled with cum that would trickle down her whole body. Her mouth, which once had been a tool for expressing her person-hood and influencing her world, was now just another hole to be fucked. One more way to please her new master. And throughout all of it, they both knew she'd love it. She'd want more. Let the soldier fall. Olivia was nothing but a supremely fuckable slut now, and she would be raped until she knew nothing else.

(Hi there. Sorry I've been away for a month. No real excuse IRL, just a lot of not being in the mood, lying around eating too much, sleeping too much and barely scraping through having to get up and go to work now and then so...

... I mean, doing better now, I think but...)

An almost mournful sounding moan escapes this trapped morsel as thick, vein covered appendages plunge back inside her gaping and willing holes. Pushing into her once more, her hips rock and buck outwards, making use of what little mobility was still granted to them as she squirmed. There comes a shiver, a ripple up the length of her entire body as every muscles quivers once again. Flipped and dangled upside down, it wouldn't be long before she felt for herself, the rich, warm beads of cum and juices as it started to trickle down her soft, flawless, silky flesh, across her flat stomach and between her exquisite breast. Furthermore, as the time comes here and there, a muffled, drowned squeal, a tortured, twitching, instinctual attempt to press and hold out her hips once more, and there'd be just the slightest splatter as she feels the spray of her own squirting orgasm against the bottom of her face and chin.

Hard to describe in words, but not entirely un-akin to the sensation of blowing a raspberry on one's lips, there'd be a quick, pleasurable, flurrying sensation across the walls inside both her ass and cunt as the rush of each passing, individual feature of texture, every delightful inch of this long, girthy rods scraped down into the depths of her, blind eyes rolling back in her head, eyelids fluttering. Even the initial plunge is enough to make her toes curl tight. Her mouth hangs open, agape as this thing squeezes into her tight once more and, with a shuddering impact, hits a certain, deep point inside of her. And so, caught with a gasping expression, like someone pressed with a sudden shock, Olivia's open mouth is an inviting target and, with the final consumption complete, it is in no time at all that this creature finally claims the last of its unclaimed prizes.

Knocked briefly from her overall daze, this new invasion elicits from her a muffled whimper, a short lived protest. New, unexpected, her body's immediate reaction is a dull thrash like something caught on the end of a line. Then, as the heat of the situation settles in, the movements change, turning to a single exotic undulation, a wave resolving across her length before... mmm... a lustful moan that reverberates all the way down this new length. Worked into such a state of lust and desire, pleasure continuing to fill her body even now, something sultry, whorish has the present of mind to not only recognise, but also appreciate this latest guest coming to the insides of her. A cock in her mouth? Down her throat? There'd been moments of arousal in the past where such a thing seemed appealing to her though, in fairness, it'd only been to her dildos and toys that she'd ever had the chance to play with such naughty wickedness. Promiscuous in the past when she'd had the chance to be alone with her own devices and, more recently, once or twice taken by force by some of this island's less human(e) denizens, there'd be some experience had here and there but, regardless, swallowing it all down properly? It'd take some practice and time to adjust.

Fortunately the creature that had her at present was poised now to give her plenty of time to pick up and learn permanently the skill and, as some small, simplistic, primal part of her mind still remained, it'd be with a hungry twirl and slurp of her tongue and lips that her body not only started to take it, but savour and please it. Something inside of her took to it with a lust but, despite her efforts, the roughness, angle and depth of this thing's thrusts begin to shift and, with it, the enslaved portions of her fractured conscious has to adjust. Remarkably, she manages to register the intent, the future of what was coming, but it'd still be with some care that she'd have to take to the task. It intended to fuck her mouth hole same as any other orifice it had at its disposal and, though the submissive, the eager begging servant wanting to take its master's cock, grew wetter and gleeful still at the very prospect, there'd be some part of her still capable of perceiving danger, though whether it forced her to grow all the more aroused or frightened by the prospect was another matter.

Her head tilts back, obedience now forced into her but, in the end, it'd be for her own sake as well that she does this. Moving as if she'd done this a million times before, she exposes her throat, makes for him a straight, smooth, yet still delightfully tight path. The intent was clear, the invitation was there and, as it began to take and path the road that belonged to it, the struggle would force her to remain here, aware, trapped in the moment of complete consumption, powerlessness and, ultimately, pleasure. Much to her own surprise, she actually manages it quite well. Something about the situation had managed to relax and ready her whole body and, as the thing starts to work its way down, plunging into the depths of her throat with a clear, visible bulge pushing out on the front of her exposed neck, there comes only the slightest wretch, the slightest flinch. Surprisingly, there was some sort of control being exerted and, though the muscles of her abdomen twitched, body briefly wobbling slightly side to side, the usual bend over double, cough up response that came with something sticking itself down one's throat... it twinges a little, makes itself known, but then, it wains, it passes by. More than anything else, it'd be a fluke, a freak achievement by someone who'd otherwise lack the skill but, here and now, she chances upon the exact feel, the method, the perfect internal positioning of her body and, with it, a certain care takes hold to keep her in this carefully balanced place.

But, of course, the whole point is mute. Regardless of how she works to take the thing, the creature that had her was going to fuck her senseless and, indeed, it doesn't take long for her to loose control. Cumming, the careful timing of breathing and positioning went to shit and, with it, she releases a muffled, gurgled, chocking squeal. Saliva and drool, it glucks and glugs messily around the rod as it continues to thrust. The head pounds and throbs slightly with the lack of air briefly and, even as it continues to fuck her through her latest climax, she has to force herself back into control, back into a conscious, aware, carefully measured place in which she could breath in amidst this relentless pace. More careful breaths, need for air creating a delightful suction on this things rod. Her throat is tight, squeezing the thing. She cums again. The order is lost. She has to get back on top. A brief moment of control. She cums. She coughs and splutters.

Body undulating briefly again in a desperate thrashing struggle that'd not been seen in a little while now since this thing had grabbed her, the creature nonetheless persists, forcing her to take this and make do. The thing works her over and over, for hours. Eventually... eventually, she starts to get a hang of it. She begins to get the hang of breathing in these circumstances, even as every other muscle in her body spasms out of control. An instinct, a valuable instinct for a whore to learn, develops and, with that, she can finally start to lose herself again, start to drift, start to fail. This creature could fuck her endlessly until she passed out, then fuck with her more when she awakes, but that hour or so she has to fight, has to keep herself there, has to experience and feel every inch of pleasure, every sensation, every orgasm, that she has to remain to consciously get her breathes in and out, that she has to stick around for and, whilst she's a genius, a prodigal talent, in this, unfortunately, oh, oh she is such a painfully slow learner. Something about being ever so infinitely distracted by a body that longed for sex and pleasure more than most might have had something to do with it but... The experience was endless, like dying and, if the mental could become physical, the strain of this torment on her mind, if it could be given a real manifestation, she'd be feeling the warm trickle of brains coming out her ears right now, consciousness and everything else melting till this thing had nothing left but a joyful pound of flesh it could play with for the days, hours, weeks, until it eventually tired and decided to release her. From there...? Surely a stripped naked, slimy, and exhausted Olivia would be found eventually, somewhere outside the boundaries of the building. After all, such a thing was not so unusual or without precedent around here...

Of all the things about raping Olivia, the way she took 263's tentacle down her throat was perhaps the most surprising. From the raw, lustful display her body put on as she was fucked, the beast would have expected her to be able to accept its appendage like a true slut. And yet, as the thick, limber tendril forced its way into her mouth and down her esophagus, her body struggled to cope at first. It was only afterwards that it thought to check her memories for experience. Despite everything, she seemed to not have had too many monsters shoving things down her throat. Perhaps, 263 reasoned, they'd all been too buys fucking her cunt.

But that was the beauty of a raktar's existence. It was not limited in where it could place its cocks at one time. Indeed, every part of Olivia's body was fair game to be ravaged at the same time. And her warm, succulent mouth would be no exception. Despite the sudden protest from Olivia's body, the tentacle persisted, thrusting its way down, moving in and out. The new invader was clearly determined to zealously face-fuck Olivia, whether her body knew how to handle its advances or not. And only in the back of 263's mind did it consider that it needed to ensure that no actual harm came to Olivia's body. If it came to that, the beast would have to relent. Fortunately, the girl once more proved herself an able sex toy. In mere moments, her body began to adjust, assimilating who-knew-what lurid, perverse training material she'd picked up in her covert debauchery. 263 could sense her primal need to gag and sputter recede, and felt her throat relax around its tentacle.

Not that she was a loose fit, by any means. The wet warmth of her throat hugged and nestled its tendril as it ravaged her hole, and her every other hole. Brutally, remorselessly, it pounded into her, making her throat bulge with its passage. Eventually, she'd feel her throat starting to grow sore from the stretching, and her neck aching from the angle her head was forced to keep. But it wouldn't matter. The creature would not relent. She'd even occasionally find herself light-headed from the sheer ferocity with which it forced its way in and out. But it wouldn't stop - not until it had released a load of its cum into her belly. And even then, another would be there ready to take its place.

So it went for every hole she had worth fucking. Tentacle after tentacle lined up for a turn with her, using her without remorse. If the asphyxiation didn't cause her to pass out, the exhaustion would. Even then, the tentacles persisted, and when she awoke, it was back into her world of pleasure and rape. For a full week, 263 held her aloft, and ravaged her nearly without end. Its cum kept her hydrated and sustained, the fatigue of her treatment occasionally allowing her to sleep, if only to dream even more of being fucked. But there was nothing else. 263 had decided to break her mind completely, and it would do so with glee, over and over.

When at long last, after days and days, the monster released her and deposited her worn and abused body on the surface, the school staff seemed unhurried to retrieve her. In truth, they were probably hoping such a rigorous ordeal would discourage her from further snooping. In time, she'd awaken in the infirmary, feeling at least physically recovered. But 263 would keep its gaze on her, knowing that it had found a delightful new toy in the probably broken young woman.

(Erm... don't know who to contact, but this thread is completed.)