Even before her orgasm, the girl's reactions to the savagely methodical fucking only invited the monster's actions to intensify. The first to respond was the tentacle in her mouth. As she began to voluntarily suck and swallow around its length, it pumped faster. Her tight throat and soft lips were almost as sweet to plunder as her sex, and all the more so as her muscles actually began to milk them. Without even meaning to, Risa was demonstrating excellent fellatio technique, and 263 was never one to let such skill and dedication go unappreciated. The tentacle began to slip down the constrictive sheath of her throat faster, and even deeper, working against what the girl actually hoped to accomplish, but it could hardly be bothered to care. Should the girl begin to fade from consciousness, 263 would hold back. She wouldn't escape awareness of her torment so easily. But at this moment, her mouth was pleading to be fucked, exerting every effort it was capable of to entice it, and it was happy to oblige. The force of the shaft plunging into her mouth began to rock her upper body.

Risa soon began to grow tense with her impending orgasm. Her pussy grew slick with her arousal, coating the shaft inside with clear fluid. The chaotic myriad of bumps and ridges along the length of the cock pushed her walls and rubbed her lips at random intervals. And yet, despite her adding her own lubricant to the transaction, the tentacle didn't accelerate. It held its steady rhythm, still twisting to rub against her sensitive spots. 263 had no intention of wrecking the girl and dropping her as it had in the past. This was going to be a long, protracted day of sex, and it would fuck her every way it could think of. But for now, it was going to fuck her to orgasm slowly, patiently, forcefully. It delayed the build up of her release, enjoying the feeling of your young, horny sex gripping its tentacle as it ravaged her body senseless.

Still, the release did come, and it came hard. Perhaps it was the slower build, or the growing frustration it had injected into her mind as she navigated the maze. Maybe it was the way the tentacles stimulated everything at once, or maybe she was just getting accustomed to being taken this way. For whatever reason, 263 could feel the intensity of her orgasm nearly blank out her mind, to say nothing of her body. Her back arched hard, pushing her heaving chest into the tentacles constricting her breasts. Her tight sheath squeezed and showered the tentacles with her cum, delicious and aromatic, and more copious than it had ever been. It was as though all her strength had been forced into this one area of her body, to express the overwhelming stimulation that was being forced on her. It looked almost painful, the way she writhed and contorted under her own release.

But what she did to herself was nothing compared to what it was going to do to her. With her first full orgasm accomplished, all bets were off. Now came the real fun. The first thing to go was the tongue in her ass. As her body continued to clench in climax, her anus puckered reflexively, but was still open enough to be penetrated. The tongue quickly reoriented itself, and pushed its tip into her tight rear hole. The tentacle was softer than the ones it usually fucked her with, but packed tightly, it was still firm enough to spread her anus and push its way inside. That same soft, spongy texture that had caressed her outer body was now working its way up her rectum, tied with the stimulating pain of having her anus stretched by its girth. It began to squirm as it moved farther up her, and though the tight confines kept it from being a true licking motion, the pressure did stretch and rub her colon in different places, in ways the tentacles had never done before.

The tongue reached as far as it could safely go inside her ass before the tentacle in her pussy began to move again. But even by then, she was still cumming, her walls clenched hard around the coil inside her. That clenching required a fair amount of force to overcome, but 263 wasn't one to be deterred. The tentacle retracted all the way to her lips, then thrust forward hard, and fast. The slow, deliberate pace of before was gone immediately. It was power fucking her pussy now, burying itself in her climax and splitting her walls apart. Even as her body writhed in the clutches of the tentacles, it hit hard and true, pounding against her core again and again, faster than she could anticipate. Her body was in no state to resist as the tentacles lifted her hips up higher, starting to flatten her stomach.

From the bushes emerged a dozen eye stalks. The eerie alien appendages floated closer as they stared, unblinking. Within moments, their vision appeared within Risa's head. She could see herself being ruthlessly raped by the tentacle swarm, molested and violated in practically every way. She could finally see under her skirt, where the oddly shaped tentacle plowed her pussy, sending fluids flying from the intensity of its thrusting. Below her stuffed and fucked sex was her ass, clearly spread by the tongue that was pressing in and out inside her. She could see the outline of her anus, spread wide by the meaty tongue, as it steadily squirmed and slid inside her. Her breasts were lost in a swarm of tentacles, but she could see the way her chest heaved thrust forward with arousal, welcoming more and more stimulation. Her body was a fucking ground for the tentacles, and it was only just beginning.

263 briefly turned its attention to the girl's head. Ever since she'd tied up her hair, it had wondered about something. And with the tentacle in her mouth growing ever more eager, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to test it. The tentacle that had held her hair aside suddenly wrapped around her ponytail, and pulled it straight back. Using her hair as a handle, it forced her head to lean back, straightening her throat, and giving the tentacle face-fucking her a straight shot to the deepest depths. It began to plunge fast, actually thrusting all the way to the top of her stomach before retreating, and then repeating the motion. Indifferent to her struggles or her stimulation, it plundered her tight throat, as it and the other tentacles continued to manipulate and fuck her young body for all she was worth.

Risa squeaked in protest when the tentacle in her mouth began to move faster and harder into her throat. Although she knew it was sending the wrong signal, the girl had no choice but to start sucking even faster and harder in order to keep up. Her lovely face turned slightly to one side as she began to pump her face back and forth, desperate to retain control over her sensitive gag reflex. The girl’s slender arms pulled and strained against her bondage, trying to free themselves just so that she could use her hands to slow the monster back down. However, no amount of twisting and pulling could slip her wrists free of the tight coils binding her tiny wrists. She was just going to have to try and cope, catching whatever amount of fresh air she could slip past the mad, passionate thrusting that plugged her sweet mouth.

When her orgasm hit, it became decidedly more difficult to try and remain calm and controlled over herself. Her body screamed for more oxygen, but she could just barely get enough down to keep herself conscious. During that chaotic release, it felt as though her entire world was becoming unraveled. She fought just to stay conscious, to stay alive, while she drowned in a sea of overwhelming pleasure. While she still bucked and writhed in the throes of her intense climax, she felt her anus pierced by the wriggling tongue shape of the tentacle that had been teasing her there. Risa blushed as it stretched her dirty passage and sank deeper and deeper into her by the second, lifting her hips up onto the impaling length of the tentacle that savored her cunny’s spasming display.

By the time that forbidden penetration had reached some unholy depth within her ass, the tentacle in her pussy came back to life with a vengeance. The teen herself hadn’t finished cumming, but that certainly had never stopped the beast before. With a sudden savagery that shocked the girl’s brain like a thousand volts, the phallic shaft hammered into her fast and hard. Oh god, this pace was all too familiar to her, and yet no matter how many times she took it, she’d never get used to it. The thick, alien rod ironed out the young female’s lower body with the sternness of its treatment, forcing her stomach straight once again as he demanded full access to every corner, nook and cranny of her delicate feminity.

The tentacle in the girl’s ass joined in the debauchery, thrusting back and forth in an alien motion totally unlike the brutality occurring within her straining petals. The odd composition and texture of the tongue-like tentacle created a new and unique sensation in her ass that Risa had never felt there before. When he had used the same shape inside of her sex, she’d experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, but this almost felt wrong. It was like having something alive and sinister trying to make a home for itself inside of her rectum. He touched her there in places and ways that she’d not felt before. Whatever he was trying to accomplish inside there, she wished he would stop. It was an entirely undue distraction compared to everything else she was already struggling to cope with!

Then, like someone flicking on a multi-screen television, Risa’s young mind was suddenly force-fed visions of her own current defilement. The girl squeezed her eyes shut even tighter reactively, but that did nothing to stop the sights forced into her inner sight. She could only watch in horror as she was shown every intricate detail of her rape. Her poor pussy looked like it was being demolished by the massive trunk of the tentacle tunneling through her, spitting love juices in protest of the very un-gentlemanly manner in which he was treating her. She blushed as she could also see the thick coil wriggling between her ass cheeks, which still glistened from the lick-petting they had received earlier. Even as she saw these intruders, she could simultaneously feel them as they plundered her post-orgasmic body for its rich treasures.

Further along her once-sterling body, Risa watched her last vestige of pure pleasure. Her full, beautiful breasts were still being treated to the gentle, warm touch. She badly wished she could just focus all her attention to that part of her body; to relish the sensation of that sweet, teasing caress as her breasts and nipples were given such sweet pleasure without a filter of pain. Sadly, her concentration was badly needed further up. Risa was horridly embarrassed to see her own face up close as she was mouth-fucked. Even as she blushed, she could see the color rosy up her cheeks. Her slender neck bulged obscenely with the thrusting tentacle. She watched him go all the way down, disappearing somewhere past the hollow at the base of her neck, before coming back up briefly.

Then things went from really, really bad to somehow even worse then that, as it often did when this monster got his tentacles on Risa. She had no warning. Suddenly, the tentacle that had been politely holding aside her long, silky hair wrapped about her ponytail possessively and yanked down. The violent effect pulled her face back immediately, and before she could even cope with what was being done to her, the tentacle in her mouth was suddenly free to fuck her throat as brutally as it dared to desire. Risa’s eyes popped open from the searing pain of having her hair pulled. Oh god, that hurt! Worse, he was using that method to position her throat to be a good, straight little fuck-passage. No longer able to bob her face to help her suck at the monster’s length, she tried to cope as best she could, sucking and swallowing as she was mouth-raped violently.

Through the monster’s vision, she could clearly see how her own body looked being pulled taut and skewered by the impaling lengths inside either end of her. She no longer resembled a human being. Now, it was quite clear that she was little more than a joy-doll, a pleasure-sleeve, a sex toy for this alien tyrant. Within every violation into her innocent, young body, Risa felt a unique blend of pleasure spiced with pain. Helplessly bound in mid-air, she could do nothing to relieve the intense defilement that was being performed on her every orifice.

Risa did not know what compelled her to do it, but she suddenly sucked in her stomach to keep it flat and straight just like the monster wanted. She then arched her chest outwards as best she could without disrupting the angle of her lower body. The girl wasn’t entirely sure if she was trying to relish the pleasures being performed upon her breasts, or if she was just trying to find a more comfortable angle to take her throat-rape. Perhaps it was simply an act of frustration. A lovely prisoner writhing and stretching within her bondage in some pointless attempt at relief. Well, whatever it was, it made little difference as the monster continued to pound into her three holes without missing a beat.

The girl's sudden shift in position didn't do much to help 263 defile her, but it certainly didn't slow it down. With her legs spread and her hips raised, the tentacles had as straight a shot as they could get to the very depths of her sex. If anything, all this new position really did was allow her body to bounce more freely from the power of the tentacle thrusting into her. The bindings on her waist even loosened slightly to accommodate this motion, freeing her to jiggle in the air from her intense fucking. This added movement didn't really provide much to aid the tentacles... but it could. Keeping the line of her lower body straight, the tentacles began to angle her lower body down. More tentacles extended below her to support her weight and angle her fall towards the one violating her. By the time she was reoriented, her body was gripped in something of a slide of tentacles. Every thrust into her pushed her up the incline, and had it been moving slowly enough, its withdrawal would let her sink back under gravity's power. As it was, the tentacle was moving too fast for her to go very far in either direction, and she lay in place, held aloft purely by the force penetrating her young sex and the gravity helping it pierce her.

That force was about to be increased, however. The tongue entering Risa's anus had received a decidedly unenthusiastic response, producing neither shrieks of terror and discomfort nor erotic reactions from her lower body. Perhaps such treatment was better reserved for more sensitive, pleasure-centric areas. Almost as quickly as it had pushed in, the tongue withdrew. 263 was not one to leave a hole unfilled, however, and if the girl wasn't going to appreciate its treatment, it would use her anus for its own pleasure. The girl's asshole was still adjusting to being empty as another tentacle pushed against it. With the slick juices of the tongue still coating her tight hole, the tentacle began to slide its way in, stretching her anus more and more firmly than the tongue had done. It began to thrust practically as soon as its head was enveloped, pushing deeper and deeper with every stroke. Steadily, it fucked its way into her body.

Together, the tentacles pounded her lower body. Their force began to push Risa up her inclined support so much that the tentacles around her legs had to pull her back down. Which they were more than eager to do, and at a pace perfect for sending each thrust of the tentacles harder and faster into her body. 263 gazed over her body as it writhed and spread under its actions. Her defilement was so complete, so inescapable. Every thrust and squeeze of her body sent her attention round in circles as her pleasure built and screamed out all over. The tentacle in her tight shaft rubbed furiously at her sensitive walls, no longer focusing on her sensitive spots, but simply hitting most of them at a blistering speed, by virtue of its sheer girth.

A strange feeling prodded at 263's mind as it watched the tentacles fuck the girl senseless. There was something deeply satisfying about surveying her half-naked body as she was raped and ravaged. Perhaps it was the frustration she had given it, watching her pitiful struggles to move ahead. It had taken enormous restraint not to reach out and truly unleash on her, even the two times it had fucked her already. Maybe it was the fact that it had taken this girl more times than pretty much any other girl on the island by now. It had grown a fondness for her body and the feeling of it enveloping its shafts and writhing against its force. Whatever the reason, it was suddenly glad that she was the one who had been tossed down here for it to claim until she managed to escape. With something almost like affection, a tentacle traced across her collar bone, stroking her body softly as it flailed in its grasp. That "affection" soon gave in to sexual frustration, however, and the tentacle lurched as it wrapped around her shoulders, and lift and lower her body in time with the tentacles rampaging inside her.

Risa tried her best to stay focused on breathing between the deep, fast thrusts into her throat. It was no small task. The fierce pounding in her pussy started to shake and shift her entire body when the tentacle around her middle loosened its grip. This caused her whole figure to shudder violently beneath the vicious pace of her rape.

It was also imperative for her to retain tight control over her gag reflex. Held back in this stretched angle, Risa feared that flooding her throat with bile would only end up choking her with the thick blockage of the monster’s tentacle keeping anything from being able to leave her body through that passage. Her mouth sucked hard until it had created a vacuum seal around the tentacle thrusting insanely deep into her, while her well-trained throat muscles massaged the alien invader with a constant effort to swallow him whole. While it was terribly embarrassing to willingly perform oral sex upon her own rapist, it was the only way the girl knew how to keep a lid on her own gag instincts. However much it displeased her, pleasuring him was ultimately the lesser of two evils, and so she sucked him off with a talent that belied her young age.

Oh shit, he was moving her body. Risa immediately became nervous as she sensed her figure being shifted and repositioned. She didn’t know what he was up to, but it could only be bad news for her. As tentacles moved against her back, she found herself being moved so that she slid down along them with the effects of gravity. Before she could go anywhere, the fearsome thrusting between her shivering hips took over and actually began to push her up along this living plane of tentacles. Risa tried to squeeze her pussy, and coax the thrashing monster to slow down a little. Rather than compromise, the monster simply used the tentacles fastened about her widely-spread thighs to force her back down onto the impaling appendage.

Distracted by these new developments, Risa lost focus on her diligent sucking and slurping. Before she realized what a mistake she’d made, she suddenly felt her gag reflex kick. This reaction manifested itself as a loud, gagged cough while she had her throat still filled with wriggling tentacle meat. The teen quickly refocused her mind back on the more important task at hand. She got right back into soothing her reflexes by sucking and swallowing diligently at the thick blockage that dove perilously deep into her orifice, only to come rushing back out again, tempting her undesired reaction.

The tongue-tentacle swiftly evacuating her ass was a slight distraction, but Risa ignored it in lieu of the more immediate concern of tending to her own aching throat. However, when the wiggly appendage was replaced by a thicker, harder component, it became decidedly harder to ignore that situation as well. The girl tried to balance squeezing her pussy, clenching her ass and milking the tentacle in her throat, but couldn’t possibly keep up with her monstrous assailant. Risa couldn’t possibly fathom what sort of mental capabilities it must take to so elegantly and perfectly coordinate so many different limbs to perform so many different tasks all at once. She couldn’t even keep her lower body squeezed tight while alternating between sucking on tentacle meat and gasping in a handful of fresh air whenever the brief opportunity was gifted to her.

Oh shiiiit! Risa’s hips jerked upwards reactively as they attempted to flee the monster crawling up her anal tract. He was far thicker and unyielding compared to the softer tongue-tentacle from before. Yet, no matter how she squirmed, he simply plowed up inside of her without compromise. Paired with his brother in the next hole over, they were utterly impossible to ignore. The poor teen coughed again as she lost concentration and gagged on the severe throat-fucking she was being forced to handle on top of all of this. Crying tears of frustration and humiliation, Risa tried once more to regain control of her kicking gag reflex. Her chest dry-heaved twice before she soothed it by gulping down the tentacle in her mouth like it was the first meal that she’d had in weeks.

The monster’s vision within the girl’s mind showed her what she looked like at that present time. Her beautiful body, still half-clothed, was stretched taut by tentacles while reclined against an plane of living flesh, she was held in place between the forces of gravity, the momentum of the phallic thrusts from below and the pulling strength of the coils about her long, bound legs. The view reminded her of some sort of fleshy version of a medieval torture device. It certainly felt like torture, and not just because of the helpless pain involved. There was pain, yes, but arguably worse than that was the unstoppable pleasure she was forced to endure as well. The shame that she could derive pleasure from such an inhumane act of cruelty inflicted upon her own person was nearly unbearable.

As though sensing her turmoil, Risa both saw and felt a single tentacle stroke gently against her collarbone. She moaned sweetly in reply, but just as quickly as it had happened, it was gone. Whatever glimpse of the monster’s psyche she’d just seen, was swiftly replaced by his usual cruelty, as the tentacle whipped itself around her shoulders and aided its brethren in shoving her down onto the twin pillars impaling her luscious body from below. Risa’s moan was replaced by a muffled scream of helpless horror and frustration. It felt as though she was being sawed in half! The pressure being inflicted upon her straining cervix reminded her of the one time that he’d violated her womb with his tentacles. A shiver of sheer terror ran down her spine, and she arched her back in search of a savior to rescue her from this inescapable nightmare-made-reality. She screamed again, although she didn’t have the air in her lungs to make much of the effort. Her beautiful chest thrust forwards, as if pleading with her favorite tentacles to save her.

The tentacles wrapped devotedly around Risa's chest did nothing to save her from the torment the rest of her body was suffering. They remained secured to her sensitive breasts, dutifully bestowing their attentions on her lovely mounds - soft tongues smothering her naked breast while its firm brothers squeezed and prodded the other. But they made no action other than to pleasure her tits. If anything their performance became more energetic and rapid along with the rest of the tentacles violating her. Every moan and spasm they pulled from her rebelliously lustful body only added to the ferocity of her rape, as tentacles pounded into her from every direction.

263 could tell that the girl was struggling to keep breathing with the tentacle jammed so far down her throat. Caution would advise it to withdraw the probing tendril for a few minutes and let her recover. Unfortunately for her, the steps she'd taken to try and keep her self breathing regularly were far to pleasurable for the tentacle to give up lightly. Although it shamed her, she had begun to pleasure the tentacle like an expert little cocksucker. And as long as she believed that her survival depended on it, the girl was much more likely to keep it up. After such a fast-paced and emphatic fucking, 263's first climax was also drawing closer. It wanted that tight, wet hole to stroke its shaft until it dumped its load straight into her stomach. Giving up its current course with its pleasure boiling over wasn't going to happen.

The rest of Risa's body was just as inadvertently inviting to 263's assault. Her pussy had been clamping and clenching nonstop since it had placed her on her inclined support. 263 suspected she was trying to slow down its thrusting, but such efforts were futile, even counterproductive. Her tighter hole was only a more appealing target to fuck, and the meager muscles of her sex could do nothing except pleasure the tentacle further. She screamed as it began to throw her body against its lengths, sending twinges of pleasure coursing through every tentacle that touched the sweet vibrations of her voice. The cock in her mouth barely refrained from moving faster, knowing that doing so might actually damage her. But every tentacle around her head and chest began to squirm with sadistic excitement as her sweet cries rang out through her being.

Even the girl's mind had become more compliant. Faintly, 263 remembered the girl trying to choke herself unconscious the first time it had fucked her. It had disrupted her brazen attempt, but she had risked expiration just to escape what was happening to her. Now, on the contrary, she was fighting to stay alive, and conscious. She was struggling just to get through, even if getting through meant she'd be raped again, and again. It no longer had to worry about her trying to cheat it out of its fun. It could do all it wanted to her, and all she could bring herself to do was survive.

The chaotic, omni-directional thrusting inside her body finally reached a fever-pitch as the tentacles tumbled towards their release. They began to pound, as cum visibly flowed towards their tips. 263 reached out to the girl's mind, making sure she could see the release approaching her body. "I'm. Cumming. Inside. You," it taunted her. It had heard other monsters say these words to the girls they fucked, often either to intense arousal or fear. Either reaction was acceptable to 263. The tentacles pushed deep into the girl's body, and squirmed as they began to release their hot, heavy fluids. The tentacle in Risa's pussy pressed hard against her cervix, and a second later, the hot fluid squirted into her womb, filling her with shot after shot of its mass. Her rectum followed suit, tentacle cum filling her up to her colon as her tight ass stretched to make room for as much of it as it could. The tentacle that had been defiling her throat was so deep that she couldn't even taste when the ejaculation hit her. She could only feel the pulses travel down her throat, as the tentacle began to squirt into her stomach.

The monster continued to taunter as it filled up her lithe body with its hot jism. "Feel. My. Cum. Inside. You." The voice began to grow erratic, as if disrupted and disoriented by its own pleasure. It echoed and repeated frantically. "It's. Filling. You! It. Belongs. Inside you! Take it! Take it!"

Although the tongue-tentacles and their kin upon Risa’s other breast did not in fact come to her rescue directly, they did continue to provide her with a source of pure, painless and gentle stimulation and pleasure. That in and of itself was a gift that the teen had been taking for granted up until that point. It was only when they started to move more enthusiastically that she realized what a treasure their continued diligence was through this ordeal. They continued to prove worthy of Risa’s very special, very, very secret affection towards them, as if they themselves were altogether a separate entity from the rest of the monster that was violently raping her in all her holes.

The lovely teenager took a sort of emotional reinforcement from the continued pleasure being given to her bountiful chest. It focused her more keenly upon the vital task of keeping her breathing going whenever she could, and staying on top of soothing her sensitive throat. This focus, however, had unforeseen consequences. By ignoring the abuse in her pussy and ass, she relinquished the translations and reactions of all that sensory input to the baser half of her brain. Left alone with all this sexual stimulation, this feminine id came to the only logical conclusion of what an appropriate reaction would be: to render pleasure from this sexual intercourse, and to give it back in kind. Thus, without even consciously thinking about it, Risa’s pussy started clenching rhythmically and her juices flowed more freely.

Pleasure came in from every direction. The girl’s body was already sensitive from an earlier, long-overdue orgasm. As the heat of her passions began to build back up, her body began to prepare itself for yet another climax. Risa was faintly aware of this situation, but she remained as focused as ever on sucking and gasping in alternation. She knew there was nothing she could do now to stop what was coming. The best she could prepare was to fill her lungs with as much fresh air as she could now, because when this next storm came it was going to burn through her oxygen quickly. What the teen failed to realize was that the monster was starting to become more passionate as well. His pace was already frenzied, so she would have had to have focused upon his thrusts to notice this building development. She would eventually realize her peril, but too late.

Risa’s beautiful blue-grey eyes popped open when her young mind was shown the visual surge of incoming payloads bound for her lovely body. Paired with the monster’s telepathic words of doom, the images struck sheer terror into the girl’s heart. Her long, athletic body strained and squirmed within her bondage in a final, desperate act of resistance. “No! Don’t! Please, don’t!” she pleaded back to the monster’s mind, her pussy squeezing like a vice as it attempted to strangle the tentacle buried deep inside of her, “Ah! No! Oh, no! I’m cumming too! I don’t want to! I don’t... I don’t... Ahhhh!”

Risa’s body stopped struggling as it held itself on the brink of her own ecstasy. Her entire frame shivered as she held herself back from the edge for as long as her stamina would allow. However, the wriggling of the stalks deep inside of her hypersensitive body was too much to ignore. Especially the tentacle in her pussy, which felt as if it was passionately kissing her cervix while thrashing its thick girth against her love-slickened walls. The teen erupted into a passionate, muffled scream; the first of her erotic spasms hit just as the first jets of cum were released deep inside of her receptive orifices. They seemed to cum together in perfect synchronization: predator and prey dancing at the heights of their individual zeniths. Although she hadn’t meant for it to happen, Risa’s body milked the tentacles ejaculating into her. Each of her holes clenched individually to stroke each shaft as it pumped its alien gifts into her slender frame.

Even as her scream faded and left her lungs burning for air, still he pumped and pulsed copious amounts of his gooey seed down her holes. She watched them numbly, knowing intimately what it felt like to cum into her own defiled body. He’d made her experience it back in the pool shed. Surprisingly, she’d say that his three ejaculations felt just as strong as her single one, on average. Perhaps it felt stronger when he had showered her with cum at the very end of that encounter, but then certainly her own string of multiple orgasms had risen to match or even beat that sensation. It was, however, an entirely different type of pleasure. The feel of that boiling-hot surge of fluids pulsing through the undulating muscles within each tentacle was completely unlike the gripping, spasming, thunder-and-lightning release of her own, delicate pussy.

As the girl started to come down from her own release, she idly wondered if the monster enjoyed experiencing her orgasms as much as his own. Perhaps that was why he kept assaulting her. Maybe she was one of his only victims whom he could regularly bring to orgasm? At first, that seemed highly unlikely, what with the skill with which he could manipulate a girl’s most sensitive areas. Still, perhaps most other girls were too frightened, disgusted or just too sane to allow themselves to sink to such a low level of depravity. Perhaps she really was a slut. She looked at her own body through the monster’s vision, and blushed deeply at what she saw and felt. She saw satisfaction, and not just from the monster. Risa herself had been expertly serviced, and she’d reacted as such. Even now, she felt like cuddling with the tentacles upon her breasts. That couldn’t be normal; that was just sick. She was a twisted, broken little thing. Nobody felt the way she did after being treated this way. If it wasn’t for her complete lack of oxygen, she’d have cried with self-loathing.

“Air. Please. I need... air.” Risa’s voice was weak, even inside her own mind, as she reached out pathetically to her own tormentor for mercy. She hated her own weakness. She hated her own body. The words that the monster had spoken telepathically during his orgasm dwelled in the girl’s mind, like echoes bouncing around in her skull. Her body had taken his seed; hell, it had even rejoiced in receiving it. Maybe this was where she belonged. Maybe she deserved to be treated this way, like a slut. ...No. No, she couldn’t let herself think this way! She was just feeling down from getting treated like a sexual object, but she was still a person! She had to believe in herself; she had to believe that she could rise above these harsh trials and triumph nonetheless. Risa felt her determination re-ignite like a phoenix’s flame; she would reach the end of this maze, no matter how many times he raped her. No matter what he did to her, she couldn’t ever allow herself to admit defeat!

The girl's love of the tentacles massaging her chest, both soft and firm, was no secret to 263. If anything, it was a trick that it relied on to keep her stimulated while it had its way with her. Just another side of her slutty subconscious. The monster found it interesting that the girl could accept this pleasure when she was so generally reluctant to be taken, but it was a fortunate peculiarity all the same. Thanks in part to this relieving pleasure, the girl's body was powerfully tight as it fucked her until they both came. Despite everything, the girl's pussy gripped its tentacle like a virgin, and leaked like an open faucet. Her involuntary participation made its own orgasm that much more powerful.

263 was still cumming as the girl begged for air. Its own thoughts were scrambled by the pleasure of its release. It hadn't realized how disoriented orgasms made it until it had tried to speak to her through one. The degree to which its mind had lost composure was... unsettling. Still, 263 retained enough presence of mind to recognize the girl's need for oxygen. It began to pull its tentacle from her throat, still dropping spurts of cum down her esophagus. It finally pulled free, just in time to shoot several loads against her chin, quickly icing her face with its thick, white seed. It let the remainder splash onto her upper chest, as its release finally petered out.

Down below, the other tentacles finally stopped cumming as well. Her body was beginning to swell from the sheer mass of cum that the tentacles had dumped into her, held inside by the tight seals the thick tentacles made with her youthful holes. The tentacles held their ground, letting her body stretch and adjust to the feeling of being filled with its fluids. They flexed slightly, stretching her walls as they sat in place. As the monster enjoyed the feeling of her body following its release, it idly followed along with her psychological struggle. It noted with mild interest that the girl didn't seem to know how many other girls it had raped on this island, or how it had brought most of them to orgasm as well. Her ignorance brought her no small amount of grief and depression, but in the end, she managed to pick herself up and remain resolute. 263 could have laughed. She was so inspiring in her optimism, the monster was almost tempted to let her go, to run ahead into its next trap and get raped all over again. Almost, but not quite.

"You. May. Reach. The end," 263 conceded to her, "But. Not. Until. I. Release. You." Suddenly, the tentacles inside her lower holes squirmed, and then withdrew. As her body was left empty, she could feel the tentacles wrapped around her arms and chest start to lift her back into the air. The angled support left her back, and suddenly, her body was fully vertical. Then the tentacles wrapped around her legs began to lift and pull behind her, forcing her back to arch as her head remained above her shoulders. By the end of it, her lower body was almost perpendicular to her shoulders, forcing her ass towards the sky and her legs - and crotch - out behind her. "You. Must. Learn. The. Rules," 263 said as it pinned her arms together above her head, pulling her breasts upwards. "Your. Body. Will. Learn."

Suddenly, the lovely tongues withdrew from her naked breast with a final, slithering lick. As they did, more thick, firm tentacles extended from behind her to spiral around her still-tingling breast. The tentacles around her other orb finally decided to remove the barrier of the bra cup that shielded it from their touch. They pushed the bra up and out of the way, leaving it to hang limply near her collarbone. With access to her breast won, they copied their brethren, and wrapped around her breast. Both sets of thick coils began to roughly grope and squeeze her resilient, creamy mounds roughly. They slid forward and back as they squeezed, adding an element of friction to their breast massage.

263 let the girl hang in its grasp with her tits squeezed while its other tentacles moved around her. The ones that had fucked her before soon vanished into the bushes, but there were plenty left around her. Her legs were held spread, although her position prevented them from being opened as wide as they had been before. As if to adapt to this situation, more tentacles began to worm along her inner thighs. They pressed and squirmed against her milky thighs, still feeling the moister of her own sex against them. As the tentacles began to work on her body, 263 let the sensations flow into the girl's mind, the way she had thought about so inescapably. The sensations were light and faint - nothing to cream oneself over. She could feel the soft, smooth texture of her own flawless skin, smell the heady scent of her leftover fluids. She could feel her breasts, too, pliant and warm as they were roughly squeezed by the tentacles coiled around them. She could feel her arms, her legs, her waist - everything that the tentacles held in place firmly. The sensations of the monstrous appendages melded with her own as she received their touch, pinned helplessly underneath it.

Just as the feelings began to mix in her mind, two more tentacles extended towards her from behind, and their course indicated they weren't here to massage her back. They weren't as thick as the tentacle that had just been fucking her, but were as thick as others she had taken - as thick as the ones binding her now. More importantly, they were both dipping low. As they approached her body and came to a halt in front of her, it became increasingly clear that neither one seemed to have any interest in her anus. No, these were both moving towards the same target.

The girl’s throat gulped methodically as she obediently swallowed every helping of thick, alien cum that was fed to her by the departing tentacle. She was so eager to have her airways cleared, that swallowing down a few mouthfuls of cum seemed like a small price to pay in comparison. Risa’s soft, pouty lips gaped as she sucked in a loud, exultant gasp. Her love-smothered breasts leapt as her lungs finally were filled with life-giving air. She blinked in rude surprise as the first few extra jets of cum smacked her right on the chin. The teen’s grey-blue eyes closed before they took any flak droplets which rained down over the rest of her face as the hovering tentacle continued to bombard the lovely point of her chin with a heavy barrage of sticky, smelly cum. While the girl’s mouth remained open, she used her tongue to shield her throat from catching any of the droplets that fell in.

By the time he angled his last few spurts towards her upper chest, the monster had accomplished a sloppy paint job all over Risa’s pretty face. She swallowed the coating of cum on her tongue, and then sighed with exhausted relief as she felt the cum begin to cool against her bare skin. Down below, the girl’s body felt strained and heavy. She felt full to bursting with the overload of cum she’d been forced to take in both of her holes. The ache was similar to when she ate too much, paired with the pain of a severely bad menstrual cramp. Yeah, not exactly the humming afterglow she’d have expected had she just made love with someone else. Then again, this wasn’t love; this was rape. Violent, uncompromising and inhuman rape, at that.

“Ahhh...” Risa moaned loudly with discomfort as she felt both of the lower tentacles swell and stretch her already-straining sheaths, letting her head roll back as her sex muscles and anal tract tried to push them both out with weak, little pushes. Urgh, fuck! She hated when he plugged her up like this. The pressure was unbearable. With her young face contorted with a look of pain, she shifted her hips uncomfortably as she tried to adjust to the sensation of being so full. She flinched and froze when the monster’s voice entered her mind suddenly. From his words, it was obvious that he’d been idly observing her inner dialogue. That was another part of him that she hated.

The last statement puzzled her, though. Not until she was released? Why would he relea-ohhh... well, shit.

“Ah! Ah!” the teen gasped with exasperation as the squirming bulk of her defilers fled her desecrated holes, leaving them open and gaping. She wanted to struggle as he began to reposition her again, but she was so fucking tired already. “Again!? Already!? C’mon, I need a break, at least,” she whined, and yelped as she was stretched into her new position, “Ah! You fucking bastard! I’m not ready!”

“Oh no, please don’t go,” Risa cooed desperately to the tongue-tentacles as they left her bare breast, and departed, “Ahh?” She looked down, puzzled at the replacement tentacles that felt very much like the ones that had been teasing her covered breast all this time. Now they finally lifted her bra completely up, exposing both of her full, firm girls to the cool air within the dome. Her favorite undergarment was left forgotten against her cum-stained upper chest, but she appreciated that it wasn’t going to be removed. If possible, she wanted to try and keep it, but if nothing else, she’d want it for a transaction later on if the situation was desperate enough to warrant parting with it. Risa was shocked at the sudden change of attitude towards her chest. She gave a cry of disapproval as the coils about her sensitive mounds roughly handled her in a very dominant and demeaning fashion. There was still pleasure to be felt, but now there was also a spice of pain in the mix.

“Ow! Hey, gentle! Mmph! A little gentler, please!” the teen mewed as the groping coils also began to stroke her perfectly-shaped domes. What the hell!? Was he trying to milk her? Ugh, this was so humiliating, but then that was probably the point. The worst part was that in this position, her chest was pulled taut and immobile, and her breasts stood straight out at full attention. She was totally powerless to provide herself with any form of relief from this cruel torment.

Then she began to feel herself. That is, the monster began to feed his own sensations of touch through his mind link and into his captive’s brain. Risa moaned lightly with disgust and discomfort at this new development. It always made her sick to her stomach to have the sensation of touching herself. She knew what her body felt like. She washed her body daily, and she often petted herself when she masturbated. However, these sensations were totally alien in comparison. This was not what it felt like to run her own hands against her own skin. This is what it was like to run tentacles that were not her own against this soft, warm skin. She groped her breasts; they felt delightfully smooth and creamy beneath her rough coils. She held her own bound limbs, feeling the warm pulse of her adrenaline-laced blood coursing through her veins while she kept herself pulled taut and remorselessly in position. The girl was helpless as she felt her arousal stir and become reluctantly renewed inside of her.

Risa was softly panting by the time her next set of clients revealed themselves to her. She could see, through the monster’s vision, that her sex petals glistened with a fresh coat of her natural lubricant. She had to admit, her lower body looked really sexy in this position. Her skirt formed a sort of curtain that framed her quite beautifully. Well, now she was ready again, even if she was still unwilling to participate. At first, the young female sighed with relief that at least the new arrivals weren’t as thick as the last pair. However, her tune changed when the monster made his intent clear. She started to pant faster with panic, and her hips barely jerked in place as she tried to flee this looming threat.

“H-Hey, wait a sec. Just think about this. I still have a long ways to go, and you can always do this later. If you do this to me now, you know what’ll happen. There’s no way I can climb down from here if you do me with those. I’m begging you, please, please don’t!” words spilled from Risa’s pouty, pink lips as she babbled desperately to argue her case against being forced to take two tentacles in her pussy. The last time he’d done her in that style, she’d cum over and over in an endless string of orgasms that had left her feeling drunk and disoriented. She knew she couldn’t afford such an experience now. Hell, she’d not yet reached the second possible exit to the maze!

Miraculously, the tentacles around Risa's breasts did soften their treatment as the girl shifted uncomfortably. Despite their clear intent to dominate her body, these tentacles seemed most concerned with pleasuring her. And while it wasn't clear why the monster wouldn't have just beset her breasts with a hundred tongues if that was its intent, its actions were quite deft and aware of her own feelings. They were effective at restoring her physical arousal, along with the other views and feelings of her own body that seemed to kindle a strange lust within her. Maybe it was just the monster's lust, spilling over into her. Whatever the reason, her body was once more warming up and her sex was starting to coat itself with her fluids again by the time the two tentacles approached her sex with devious purpose.

"Your. Body. Is. Ready," 263 replied to her as the tentacles drew closer. She began to spout some babbling pleas about being released, about having a long way to go. "You. Do. Have. A. Long. Way. To. Go," it agreed. "And. You. Will. Learn. To. Go." The first tentacle moved up to her nether lips and pressed against her entrance, the second just behind it. They could both feel her juices coat the tentacle's tip as they touched her warm lips. "If. You. Cannot. Continue. I. Will. Decide. What. Awaits. You," the voice assured her. "But. First. I. Get. To. Fuck. You." Without waiting for further argument, the tentacles pushed forward. The girl's pussy spread as the first length pressed into her, as it had a dozen times before. But she was promptly forced to stretch even wider as the second one entered her at the same time, the bulbous tip practically pushing the other's shaft aside as it made its way inside.

The tentacles did not throw themselves inside her recklessly as the first had before. 263 was well aware that such a stunt would likely damage the girl's passage. Still, their entrance was resolute as they pushed deeper and deeper inside, spreading her deeper and deeper in her wet love tunnel, moving as fast as they could against her tightness. The tentacles slid against each other as they burrowed further and further in. All the while, even as the walls of Risa's tight pussy stretched, she could feel those same walls gripping the tentacles relentlessly. It felt as if her body were trying to throttle them with a soft, wet grip, only for her folds to ultimately relent before the force of the tentacles.

Finally, after nearly a minute of slow, steady penetration, the first tentacle pressed against her cervix, and both came to a stop. The second tentacle to enter her was the first to pull back, retracting until its head spread her lips once again, while the other stayed inside her. She was kept full even as she was emptied. Finally, the tentacle withdrawing began to push its way back in, and the other began to pull out. Their heads met in the middle, stretching her tunnel so wide, it felt as though her hips were physically bulging. As their strokes finished, they immediately reversed, giving the girl's body no time to adapt to the shift in mass inside her.

The tentacles quickly fell into a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of the girl in alternation. She was constantly full, sometimes moreso than others. And even when she could feel one of the shafts leaving her, there promptly came a pressure against her cervix of the other tentacle bottoming out inside her. And through it all, the girl could feel every ridge and fold of her tender pussy, stretched to capacity around the invading twins. Force returned to her fucking, and they began to rock her in her compromising bindings. Her limbs were kept in bondage, but her torso was left to twist and bounce helplessly beneath the power of the fierce, inhuman fucking that ravaged her cunt. The twin tentacles brushed against her thighs as they ran between her legs. The force that pounded her, rather than running straight up and down her spine, pushed her forward, thanks to the angle of her hips.

A softer touch to her sensitive breasts was exactly the sort of counterbalance that Risa was going to need. Although she was confused by the sudden shift to a gentler touch, she welcomed the pleasant change. Still, the teen knew better by now that anything that this creature did to her was to further its own dark goals. Those goals seemed pretty clear right now: this damned thing wanted to watch her cum her brains out! The worst part of it was that he’d likely get his wish at this rate! Her engine of pleasure was already turned on. What Risa had failed to realize was just how much her passion would be multiplied by having her breasts gently fondled while simultaneously being fed the sensations of touching her own tits. No matter what the rest of her body experienced from here on out, her pleasure would constantly be building just from this experience alone. Unfortunately for the poor, helpless teenager, her captor had much, much more in store for her sensitive little body.

“Mmmph! Ahh...” the stretched, bound beauty whined and panted in sheer panic as she felt the unwelcome touch at her silken, pink folds. The lean muscles in her restrained limbs flexed as the girl desperately pulled and strained to free herself before it was too late. If he started fucking her like this, he wasn’t going to stop until she was an absolute wreck. She couldn’t allow that to happen! Somehow, she had to break free; she had to escape this or who knows what was going to happen to her! His replies to her concerns failed to comfort her in any fashion. Her body wasn’t ready. Just because he’d aroused her didn’t mean she was suddenly prepared to get double-teamed in her freshly-fucked pussy. And just what the hell did he mean when he stated that she’d have to “learn to go?” If he busted her hips and numbed her legs, then she wasn’t going to learn shit! Damnit, there was no arguing with this stubborn bastard!

“Oh no... oh god... ohhh fuck,” Risa sputtered and gasped as she felt herself through the touch of the tentacles making themselves slick and oily with her natural sex emissions. Did this guilty pleasure of touching herself through another body count as lesbian tendencies or narcissism? Risa blushed beet red just pondering the question. Shut up, brain! Impending doom by double-penetration; focus! She felt the first tentacle began to press hard against her tiny, pink hole, seeking entry. The girl tilted her head back as her hips tried to pull themselves away. The frustration of being unable to fight, flee or do anything but just take this punishment was at once terrifying and terribly arousing for the girl. As soon as he was inside of her with his first tentacle, Risa attacked. Her pussy clenched and squeezed and pushed with all her might in one final act of defiance as she fought to the very last against her captor. Even as she did this, however, she gasped and moaned at the sensations that she gave herself through the monster’s mind-link.

Then the second tentacle was at her gates. Risa’s head dropped forward as she felt it starting to stretch her open. She shook her head “no” over and over several times, making her strawberry-blonde ponytail swish back and forth. The tentacle ignored her silent plea, and continued to force its way in alongside his twin. As she was stretched to what felt to be far beyond her natural, maximum capacity, Risa threw her head back and screamed out all her terror and pain. She clenched her hands into white-knuckled fists, and curled her toes tight as the two tentacles began to work their way into her.

By some miracle, the monster didn’t tear into her depths right away, as he had been prone to do in the past. In this case, Risa was sure that such an act would have killed her. As it was, she still only gave herself a fifty-percent chance of survival. At this inhuman girth, the girl’s natural elasticity was totally shot. She felt like she had to rhythmically squeeze her sex muscles just to keep herself from tearing apart! Like nothing she had ever experienced before, Risa gasped and yelped with tainted passion as the tentacles slowly introduced themselves to every inch of her tight, young sex. As they went deeper, it felt like someone was driving a wedge up through her lower body. Yet, for all the pain of being stretched so wide and so deep, there was incredible pleasure as well. Passion that mostly was fed to her through her chest, but also through the mind-link. While this initial penetration was almost entirely painful for the girl, the sensation was entirely different from the monster’s point of view.

Despite the evil, sadistic nature of the monster, he was actually quite gentle with his delicate plaything as he patiently took nearly a whole minute to introduce her to her new, twin playmates. By the time the two bulbous tips nuzzled lovingly against the soft, sensitive entrance into her womb, Risa’s pain had mostly numbed and been overridden by the extreme levels of pleasure being fed into her brain from multiple, different avenues. They hadn’t even started fucking yet, but already the girl’s fair skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat. A few loose strands of citrus-colored hair stuck to the sides of her face as she panted like a bitch in heat, the tip of her pink tongue just peeking out from between her parted lips.

Risa groaned in a feral voice as the second tentacle withdrew almost entirely from her love tunnel, while the first one remained firmly planted to her core. Ohhh yeah, she was in really big trouble now. The twins began to shift places, and the girl knew that this was the pattern that she was going to be taken in. It was quite similar to the style that he’d used before, in the final act of debauchery during their time together in the pool’s supply shed. Only this time it seemed that he’d refined his technique, and thickened the tentacles that he used inside of her. Her bell-shaped hips jerked as the tips passed each other inside of her straining cunny. The moment that their switch completed, was the moment that her trial started in earnest.

His pace quickened swiftly, and soon Risa was making all sorts of “un-lady-like” noises. It was utterly impossible to get used to the way that he fucked her. Even her pussy was thrown into confusion as the simultaneous feelings of being both emptied and filled completely threw off its natural rhythm. Instead, the girl could only cope by gripping and clenching her sex muscles as often as she could in the hopes that in doing so she wouldn’t tear at the seams. After too short a time, the monster started to add power to his speed. Risa’s cries became loud and passionate, completely unrestrained and primordially lovely as she started to surrender herself to the unstoppable engine of lust roaring to life inside of her stellar body.

The beating pulse of the twins hammering the girl’s cervix was incredibly powerful. At the angle she was being held at, the force seemed to propel her forwards, rather than upwards. Stretched and held tight as she was, it felt as though the twins would burst out of her lower abdomen like a scene out of a science fiction horror movie. The very thought only fueled Risa’s strength to continue squeezing her sex diligently in order to try and keep the troublemakers contained within the inadequate space of her tiny, pink sheath. Every moment, the friction of their movements rubbed directly against every sensitive inch of Risa’s inner surfaces. The monster hit every hot spot simultaneously, and rubbed them constantly in a flurry of motion. These sensations, paired with the pleasure emanating from her chest and the primal satisfaction of this fast, furious fucking, was soon more than the girl could withstand.

The teenager had lost all sense of time when the monster started to fuck her. Her body was soaked with sweat, and her muscles ached from overuse and strain. They had to have been going at it for a while, but in this position it was possible that she was just quickly being overwhelmed. It didn’t matter how much time had passed, anyways. Her time was up all the same. The groping and stroking of her full breasts, the twin piston fucking of her sex and the exquisite sensations of raping her own body through the monster’s mind-link culminated in an explosion of incredible magnitude. Risa threw her head back and screamed in pleasure as her first orgasm hit her like a thunderbolt. She suddenly knew what it was like when her pussy gushed her orgasmic fluids all over the tentacles thrusting inside of her, and the pleasures felt when her walls spasmed at the peak of her sexual ecstasy.

The girl’s scream of release faded to loud moans of forced pleasure as the monster failed to stop or even slow through her first orgasm. That was the whole point, after all. He knew she had plenty more to offer. Panting, the sexy beauty began to moan louder and louder, until her moans turned into cries of unrestrained pleasure. From there, her cries grew into yells of overwhelming sensory input. Her pussy gushed anew with a fresh flood of her sweet nectar. Her entire body shivered gorgeously as her cunny walls clenched in fierce spasms of feminine climax.

Risa felt like she would’ve done just about anything at that point to have made him stop, but he wanted nothing but what she was already giving him. He forced her onwards, pleasuring her delirious body straight through her own orgasm. Shuddering and shaking with the overdose of pleasure drowning her sensitive nerves, Risa screamed again as a third orgasm overtook her before the second one had properly faded. Oh no, no! This was just like how it had happened before! Even as she came, the pleasure heated her right back up to full within seconds. Before she could even bring herself back down from one peak, another one ignited within her core like a fireworks display. Soon, the captive beauty was trapped and held in an endless and constant cycle of sexual release. She shivered and quaked, cried and moaned, and no matter what she did, nothing seemed to lessen the intensity of the sensations fueling her infinite passion.

263's entrance was met by the usual amount of futile resistance as the girl clenched her entrance. Amusingly, this time she waited until the first tentacle was already inside her to begin trying to force it out. This was a wasted effort, of course, but it did have the benefit of forcing her already tight sex to squeeze hard around the tentacle. That was a boon not only for 263, but for the girl as well, encased as she was in the sensations of her own violation. The tentacle responded to the meager rebellion as they usually did - by pushing back. It twisted just slightly in her, corkscrewing inside her tight tunnel, forcing her to stretch again. It didn't move far - however, it still needed room for the second tentacle. And as soon as that one pressed in, the girl's clenching became a matter not of resistance, but of survival.

The girl's rhythmic clenching continued as the tentacles steadily thrust into the girl. From the moment she was full, her body was already filling with the ecstasy of feeling her own insides, and that pleasure only grew as the tentacles moved forcefully in and out of her fully-stretched sex. The sensations of sliding between her slick, silken walls was delicious to 263's mind, but seemed almost overwhelming to the girl's. 263 could appreciate that her body, and therefore her mind, had no real approximation for what it was showing her. The sensation of fucking a girl was completely an unknown experience to her, and introducing it to her, combined with the natural, unfiltered experience of being that fucked girl, was filling her mind with pleasure she had no way of properly coping with. Her body's way, of course, was the same as always - stretch and twist and leak, until she came her brains out. And every squeeze and spasm she made along the way only pleasured herself further, prompting some primal part of her mind to scream out to the tentacles to fuck her harder. And when they did, she only squeezed again. She was forced to feel pleasure from both sides of the equation, one encouraging the other, which in turn reinforced the first. She was, in a very real sense, being forced to fuck herself.

And she liked it. As 263 began to move faster and harder, it could sense the pleasure building within the girl. Whatever pain was brought on by the increased pace was masked and nullified by the sensation of sticking her own pussy again and again, of being stretched and stroked and hammered to her core, and of the sensual yet fierce molestation of her firm breasts. The native sensations of her body and the alien sensations in her mind reinforced each other, leading to a positive feedback loop of desire in her mind. Speaking from a primal standpoint, she liked raping herself. And the harder 263 raped her, the more she liked it. Not to mention, this method of double penetration had once brought her to a rolling string of orgasms on its own. Combined with the feeling of being inside her own tight tunnel, the girl basically had no choice but to cum and cum until the tentacles decided she'd had enough.

And that was fine with 263. For all the pleasure she was feeling, it was feeling almost as much. Her cunt clenched and squeezed, ostensibly to keep the tentacles from tearing her in half. But every squeeze pleasured the tentacles harder, practically begging them to ravage her pussy harder. And 263 was happy to oblige. Those silken folds stroked and massaged and milked its thick shafts, pulling at its skin in the most gentle, pleasing of ways. It felt like her cunny was trying to take its cocks for herself, keeping them for all time to batter and pleasure her in the deepest, darkest ways imaginable. The tentacles would have been almost happy to go, too, but that wasn't how this was going to play out. The girl's pleasure and pain was at 263's mercy, delivered as it wished, how and when. Her sensual moaning and erotic writhing were the products of an instrument that was its own to play. And it was only by its own allowance that she reached her first climax.

Her release was inevitable from the moment she was taken. Despite her multiple previous orgasms, the expert movements of the tentacles inside her were an unstoppable force of sexual nature. The thrusting of the tentacle was rhythmic yet chaotic, and so unlike anything her mind was designed to feel. The beating of the tentacles against her depths kept her body pushed and hammered forward, leaving her whole being at the non-existent mercy of the beasts inside her sex. With her own tightness and wetness clenching down around her surrogate cocks, and the steady pressure at her chest, the girl quickly exploded like she'd never done before. With the mind link in place, the sensation of the girl's orgasm traveled back to 263 as well. It's power was so great that it had to redirect the feelings to other bodies not involved in the current ravaging, lest it lose control and coordination. Even by its own feelings, the powerful orgasm was heavenly. Her cum washed over its tentacles in powerful jets, warm and fragrant. Her muscles squeezed mightily as her hips shook and her back arched. Her legs kicked uncontrollably against her bindings, burning with satisfaction as the tentacles held her in place. She was so tight, so wet, so erotically defiant yet helpless in the throes of her orgasm. What else was there to do but keep fucking her?

And that's what 263 did. Even as the girl's walls clenched, the tentacles pistoned in and out, raping her relentlessly through her climax. Despite the overwhelming tightness of her over-full sex clamping down, the tentacles only pushed harder and powered through, forcing her walls to spread and her muscles to relent. The tentacles around her breasts shared in the increased enthusiasm. They began to squeeze and pull harder against her luscious tits, groping her with a power to answer her intense orgasm. With pleasure pounding into her, being forced into her skin, and fed into her mind, it wasn't long at all before she came again. Her body shook mightily as she squirted, drenching the tentacles in another release.

263 knew this pattern as well as she did. The multiple penetration of her pussy had once again brought her to a chain of unending orgasms, each leading into the next. This endless clenching of her tight and stuffed sex was a heaven it would not dare pass up, and it furiously plowed into her walls, pressing itself into them for every ounce of pressure they would deliver back. Once again, however, 263 felt it was a shame for all this feminine fluid to go to waste on the ground. The skin of its tentacles quickly began to morph, becoming porous and soaking up her cum almost as fast as it came. This time, though, she'd be able to feel the warm liquid flowing backwards through its skin, like a reverse ejaculation as it sucked her up, and continued to pound her to coax more and more delicious orgasms from her body.

This new threshold of pleasure was exactly what 263 had been after. And while it seemed like forcing the girl to bear this violation, inside and out, would keep her there, it had other plans. Sexy plans. First came her breasts. Squeezed and supported as they were, her nipples were already hardened peaks poking straight out. They were easy targets for the suction cup tentacles that descended on her luscious mounds, fitting right over her diamond-hard buds. Warm, soft flesh enveloped them for a moment before the tentacles began to suck. The force started gently and slowly grew harder, applying more and more pressure to her sensitive tits. They began to push in and out in a pumping motion as they sucked, pulling her soft mounds forward and back as her nipples were firmly sucked.

Even as her tits were being sucked, another tentacle slid between them to experience the pleasure they could provide. The tentacles began to push her breasts together, covering the one between them. It began to slide up and down, feeling the warmth of her soft mounds envelope it. A thin layer of sweat coated the girl's skin, lubricating the motion of the tendril between her cleavage.

Risa's mouth came next. Hanging open in constant, unapologetic moans, it was easy for a tentacle to push its way inside and begin to thrust. The tentacle didn't move very deep. 263 was cautious enough to realize that the girl had no capacity for worrying about her breathing right now, and plundering her throat would likely only choke her out. This was less about the tentacle's pleasure, and more about keeping her climaxes constant. She'd be able to feel her own soft tongue rubbing against the skin of the tentacle, her soft lips tighten around its girth as it slid quickly in and out, her moans vibrating through its shaft as its head pressed against the very back of her mouth.

No thorough fucking would be complete without taking the girl's last hole. 263 was well aware that the girl wasn't fond of things going into her anus. However, it wondered if she'd feel differently if she could experience things from the tentacle's perspective. Either way, even if her body was already taking two tentacles, it wasn't going to leave a perfectly good fuck hole unfilled. A tentacle approached her ass, pressing between her cheeks. Leftover cum began to coat its head as it prodded her back door. It waited for another climax to rock the girl's body, then pushed its way in. With her body in the well-fucked and sexually-frenzied state it was in, it didn't encounter much resistance as it pushed inside. It quickly began thrusting, joining the four other tentacles pleasuring themselves with the girl's body, and sending that pleasure back to her mind.

After her first few orgasms, Risa no longer had the mental organization to even put together a proper scream of release anymore. Not that it would’ve helped her much even if she could; her climaxes blended so well together that it would have proven difficult to know when to insert said screams. Instead, the girl used sharp, staccato yelps in between panting gasps for air. Her pretty, blue-grey eyes stared forwards blankly; her vision and focus was entirely turned within herself. She was enraptured by the chaotic maelstrom of sex that possessed every fiber of her being.

Through the monster’s vision, she marveled at the sight of her own bound, helpless body. There was a sort of dark fascination with her admiration of her own image in this hopeless position. Held powerless in the grasp of alien tentacles, with mere scraps remaining of her once-sterling school uniform draped across her sweaty and sex-stained body like a fancy garnish. Perhaps it had something to do with being able to feel what her rapist felt, but it excited the girl sexually to see herself being forced upon so completely. It was more than that, though, as she carefully studied her body’s own reactions, with scientific attention to detail. She studied the way her chest rose and fell in the heights of her own passion, and the way the tentacles that stroked and squeezed her lovely breasts rode upon her creamy mounds like serpentine, rodeo cowboys.

Her shared sight slowly traced the sharp curve that her back created in her arched position, and the way her smooth muscles glistened with sweat. She carefully noted the way her hips shook constantly from the battering assault within her sex; she wore a tentacle about her tiny waist like a warm, living belt. Through the mind-link, she could even feel her own skin beneath its touch as it held and supported her tightly. The constant squeeze about her mid-section was somehow sexually comforting and stimulating in a very subtle sort of way.

With demented joy, Risa pulled at her living restraints with both her arms and legs. This wasn’t an act of true struggle, but merely an act of perverse self-gratification as she could feel her limbs strain uselessly through the touch of the tentacles that bound her. The bondage, tight and unyielding, excited the girl immensely. It had always excited her, from the very first time that the monster had taken her; she’d just never been comfortable enough with the thought of it to admit it to herself. She was still uncomfortable with the notion that she liked being fucked while being rendered completely helpless, but being taken in this alien manner was a bit liberating for the dirty student.

In fact, it turned out that she liked a great deal more that was by far worse than the her secret bondage kink. Risa relished the sensations that she felt through the tentacles raping her own sex. She knew that no normal person could ever possibly render pleasure from such a sensation, but the girl was positively helpless to deny the feelings of stimulation that she took from the exquisite new experience of fucking a girl. In a way, it helped her to understand why the monster often took her so roughly. It wasn’t just trying to be mean, it actually felt really good when the tentacles hammered into her depths. With two tentacles pistoning constantly in this fashion, Risa’s young, inexperienced mind was overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure, and power, she felt by totally dominating her young, helpless pussy.

This pleasure didn’t come without a price however. Risa was struck by fear, revulsion and absolute disgust with herself. However, the feelings only had time to manifest briefly within her overloaded mind. It would hit her in the few moments that she had right before her next orgasm hit, when the waves of pleasure from her previous release had weakened slightly. Then, the next climax would overtake all of her reason and moral shame, wiping it clean in the white-hot baptism of pleasure that gripped her young body with spasms of pure ecstasy. When the feeling started to abate, even for just a second or two, the guilt would return in full and Risa would manage to shed a tear of self-loathing before losing herself within the cycle of orgasms once again.

The pleasure that the girl felt was all-encompassing. Not only did every inch of her body feel like it was being sexually stimulated, but she received the double-dose experience of being forced to touch herself through the monster’s body as well. So every time she felt any pleasure, even if it was as incredibly mundane as a simple touch of skin upon skin, it was magnified several times in power to what the girl should have felt normally. This directly influenced the power of her orgasms. Although, they crashed against the shores of her mind and body in constant waves of intense sensation, each climax was a new and powerful experience that shocked the girl and left her breathless.

Deep within her own sex, Risa’s pussy squeezed with rapid and constant strength. If the young beauty’s mind was a constant cycle of guilty pleasure, then her double-stuffed sex was the physical embodiment of that struggle. The thrusting tentacles pleasured the girl’s vagina to orgasm, which in turn only enhanced the pleasure that both the tentacles and the girl herself felt. Furthermore, because of the mind-link, Risa’s pleasure was multiplied by both the monster’s thrusts and her own sexual reactions. The girl’s body had become a perfect engine of lust incarnate, but she could not have imagined what was still in store for her.

Just when she naively believed that she had reached the pinnacle of what sexual desecration felt like, the monster showed her new forms of pleasure that she’d never have even imagined before. Suddenly, the tentacles thrusting within her stretched pussy took on a spongy sort of quality. She gasped loudly as they soaked up her sweet nectar. Risa had felt this sensation before, but this time she felt it from the monster’s perspective as well. She was incredibly surprised at just how much pleasure he rendered from this act. Right on cue, her young sex squeezed and released a fresh flood of her lady-cum. The tentacles continued to thrust through her orgasm, but now their new quality created the sensation of tongues lapping up her juices. Because she only released such a flood during her orgasms, the sensations built directly on top of her highest peak of pleasure, shooting her straight up to the stars. Risa threw her head back, and kept it there as she could feel the tentacles drinking deeply from her squirting fountain of girl-cum.

With her mind so distracted, she didn’t see the suction cup tentacles coming, even through the monster’s mind-link. Her body jerked with surprise as they latched onto her hard, pink caps. Risa let loose a loud cry of pleasure unlike any noise that she remembered ever having made before. The sound of it alone sent shivers down her back. When the warm, enveloping cups began to suckle powerfully at her sensitive peaks, the girl was certain that her threshold couldn’t be far away. Certainly she’d black out any moment from over-stimulation. This was more than any girl could be asked to bear. Oh god, why wouldn’t she just faint already!? Risa came again, bombarded from every angle with extreme levels of pleasure. Then another orgasm came, and another one after that. Still, no escape presented itself to her desperate mind. Her will was too strong for her own good!

The teen’s head was still cocked completely back, and so the tentacle the came for her mouth had to approach from above. It dipped down and caressed her open lips, introducing its intent to the girl while fully knowing that Risa couldn’t afford to close her mouth and deny him access. Helpless before the monster’s every whim, the girl could only pant softly and close her eyes as the tentacle slid between her pink lips with gentle tenderness that was more taunting than it was thoughtful. The sexy girl moaned very lightly as she reluctantly felt herself through the tentacle. Woah, so this was what oral sex felt like from the other side. Already drunk with pleasure, Risa couldn’t help but experiment a bit further. She tenderly caressed the tentacle with her tongue, marveling at the pleasure. Possessed by her own carnal urges, the girl wrapped her lips tight around the tentacle and began sucking in earnest.

Apparently, the monster had no desire to tempt fate by fucking her throat. The last time it had done so while raping her in this manner, she’d very nearly suffocated to death. The beast had directly intervened to prevent this from happening; he enjoyed fucking her that much. Risa wasn’t going to complain. With her mouth clogged, but her throat clear, the girl could still adequately breathe through her nose, with the occasional gasp for more air by opening her lips and sucking in a bit more oxygen around the thick mass of the tentacle.

This was incredible! Risa was entirely possessed by her fascination with all these new sensations. She’d never sucked a girl’s nipples before. The experience wasn’t nearly as intense for her as being the girl getting sucked, but it was incredibly erotic all the same. For instance, she couldn’t before feel how delightfully hard her nipples were, only just how sensitive they became when fully aroused. Her sharp gasps and exhales of breath pushed and pulled her nipples back and forth from the powerful grip of the cups, as if her breasts were struggling beneath their grasp. All the while, the tentacles coiled about her full mounds squeezed as if they were going to milk the beautiful teenager. Risa loved to massage her own breasts during masturbation, but she usually only had one hand to spare for that and even then it usually took turns between petting her own body and grasping her feminine mounds. The tentacles had no such restrictions. They were without number, and their long coils could fully envelope her entire breast, while her hand could only cup herself from one side. More than just the pleasure of having her chest so fully possessed, was the sensation of touching herself through those same tentacles. She was so warm, soft and pliant; if she had tentacles of her own she’d never give up those tits for any reason!

Risa was a bit anxious when she next felt a caress against her butt. Oh no, that was one sensation she had no curiosity about whatsoever! Still, it wasn’t like she could turn off the mind-link from her end of the connection. Hell, even if she could, her brain had melted like butter. She couldn’t have spelled her own name had it suddenly been required of her, much less have coordinated an attack upon a telepathic bridge. The bound, cumming teen was so overwhelmed, that she offered no resistance whatsoever when the tentacle pressed into her anus. As it was elsewhere on her body, Risa was present to feel the violation from both sides. The sensation was the direct opposite of what she felt at her breasts. With her ass, she didn’t feel all that much pleasure from getting fucked there. The tentacle, however, showed her what a tight, little fuck-hole her anal passage presented. She ended up rendering a considerable amount of pleasure from the tentacle’s feedback, finding it incredibly stimulating when she used her anal muscles to gently massage the thrusting length. With a strange focus on the task that seemed almost instinctual, rather than logical, the girl gently squeezed only when the monster had fully penetrated into her, so that her body worked with the creature’s rhythm instead of fighting against it.

Together, these three new sensations expanded Risa’s horizons to encompass pleasures she’d never before known. Combined with all the sensory input she was already struggling to process all at once, the girl was beyond overwhelmed. Her orgasms continued to hit, freshly fueled by the new experiences and hitting with enough force to cause her whole body to shake with the force of her spasms. While her mind struggled with the morality of her situation, her slutty body proved to be near-insatiable. She seemed like the perfect counterpart to the monster’s predatory lust. Allowed to share in his experiences, her body gleefully joined in their shared depravity, to the sheer and total horror and revulsion of her young mind. It seemed that so long as the creature continued to pleasure her every responsive nerve, the teen would simply continue to obediently cum for him. Even when Risa’s mind became exhausted, and her muscles weakened from overuse, she continued to reach orgasm after orgasm. She would cum and think that it was the final time; that her body had simply reached its physical limit, and then the constant stimulation would bring on an entire string of fresh orgasms. She didn’t know what the monster would think, but she amazed even herself. Never before had her body been pushed so far, and made to cum as much as she did while in the grasp of those tentacles right then.

Although the relenting of Risa's screams and struggles might have bothered 263 in the past, it found her total surrender somehow just as enjoyable, both to watch and to rape. The writhing, thrusting mass of tentacles had conquered Risa as completely as was likely possible. Every fuckable hole and crevice the girl possessed was stuffed by at least one tentacle, and the main attraction played host to two, both savaging her as if competing to steal the show. Tentacles stroked and groped and sucked her most sensitive areas, keeping her body in a constant fire of arousal and lust. It used every inch of her for its perverse pleasure, screwing her like half a dozen mindless sex sleeves stitched together. And no matter how roughly and endlessly her body was used, it kept giving back. Her love sheath clenched endlessly with orgasm after orgasm that racked through her, somehow finding fresh fluids to expel with every clenching, spasming release. Her mouth sucked and tongued at the tentacle that besieged it. Even her nervous anus clenched and relaxed in perfect meter, massaging the tentacle as it pulled out of her. Every hole in her body had been set to pleasure the tentacles, rubbing their soft flesh over their sensitive surfaces and washing them with warm fluids. And all of them provided the perfect balance of yield and resistance, pushing back but still spreading open as the tentacles worked steadily into her.

And it wasn't just the inhuman fucking that had tamed her horny body. 263 could tell that the girl's mind was so overwhelmed by the novel sensations of pounding a girl senseless that all she could do was what the last standing, most primitive corners of her mind commanded - to make it better. Every ounce of effort she hadn't already cummed out of herself was put into actively pleasuring the tentacles, using her body to reciprocate the brutal sex she was receiving as much as possible. Bits and fragments of her higher mind came back to her in moments, but they were quickly silenced by the feeling of ravaging her pussy, of spreading her ass, of stuffing her sex-hungry mouth, and having all these things done to her at the same time. And she was entranced, as 263 was, by watching her own figure. Watching those curvy hips bounce and twist in ecstasy, her perfect tits mold and bend beneath the tentacles, her frail limbs struggle in knowing futility against their bindings just to remind herself how helpless she was. Her ponytail, once shining and proud, bounced behind her in a mussed and soiled mess, strands clinging to her sweaty back and shoulders. Her ass cheeks jiggled. Her thighs clenched and her toes curled. The entirety of the cock sleeve that was her body absorbed the endless fucking, and returned it in fragrant showers and clenching gratitude.

The tentacle in Risa's mouth was especially adventurous. It began to respond vivaciously to her oral experimentation. It swirled around her tongue, dancing with it as if it were a lover passionately French kissing her. It rubbed against her cheeks and the roof of her mouth, letting her feel every nook and cranny of her own delicate mouth that she might never have noticed before. It pushed a short ways into her throat, giving her just a small taste of taking that passage way. The tentacle didn't dare proceed further, but 263 could tell that part of the girl wished it would. Perhaps in time...

Risa's body was a helpless mess of orgasms and pleasure, unable to stop climaxing as long as the tentacles raged in her. And rage they did, on and on, giving her no reprieve from her constant pleasure and release. Minutes, hours - no amount of time seemed to affect the tentacles' actions. They simply raped her. They held her in place and fucked her again and again and again. And she came, in buckets and waterfalls, and still they wouldn't stop. It felt like an eternity before finally, the tentacles saw fit to release. Risa could feel it when it happened. She felt the hot, thick cum flow through the tentacles as it approached her. Every tentacle in her or pleasuring her began to burn with imminent release, muscles tightening powerfully as they pushed their creamy loads along. She felt it rush forward, second by second, until finally the tentacles thrust deep into her, and they burned as the cum flowed from their tips.

The tentacles inside her sex hit the hardest. They rushed forward together, and they didn't stop as they normally did. Instead, the one in the lead pushed straight through her cervix, thrusting straight into her womb. Without nearly enough room for two, the other ran aground against the first. When they came, the deepest tentacle filled her womb to capacity almost immediately with hot cum. The other's release didn't even make it to her uterus, and immediately began to wash back, pouring out of her well-stretched cunny in a cascade to surpass all but the most powerful of her own squirts.

The tentacle in her anus poured just as furiously, quickly filling up her rectum with thick alien jism. It stretched her limits, and though the single tentacle kept a much tighter seal, rivulets of tentacle ooze nevertheless began to seep from her well-fucked ass. The dripped between her cheeks, running down her taint to tease her pussy lips with their heat. Surrendering the task of trying to keep its load inside her, the tentacle began to thrust again, and globs of cum were forced from her anus in larger quantity. The pressure inside her ass built as it continued to thrust and squirt, relieved only by the cum escaping her hole.

Rather than ejaculating straight down her throat, 263 let her taste it full on this time. The first load came right into her mouth, straight onto her tongue. Shot after shot of hot, bitter liquid followed, quickly filling her mouth to capacity. The tentacle began to move towards her throat, forcing the stream of cum towards her esophagus. The girth of the tentacle made it difficult to release any of the cum through her mouth, though it was possible. Her senses were overloaded, though. At the same time, the tentacle between her breasts jerked and squirted, its load shooting straight up to rain down over the girl's head. Even the tentacles sucking her breasts suddenly pulled away, and a moment later began to twitch as cum poured from the holes they'd been sucking with, carpeting her pert chest with hot cream.

The tentacles came for whole minutes, covering the helpless girl inside and out with thick, white fluid. At long last, the deluge faded. The sensory connection to the tentacles faded slowly as their burning release was replaced by the gentle afterglow of having come inside her. Then, the tentacles withdrew, unbinding from her breasts and leaving her holes. Of the two in her sex, the shallower one left first, leaving only the one still embedded in her womb. That came second, slowly pulsing and twisting against her tunnel as it pulled out. Her emptied holes were allowed to leak some of the inhuman amounts of seed she'd taken, although a fair deal of it remained inside her. At last, after an eternity of ravaging, she was emptied. Slowly, the tentacles around her legs lowered her lower body, until she hung limply by her arms. Then, those tentacles lowered her to the ground, and released her to lie on the earth.

Barrier after barrier fell as Risa felt herself being pushed farther and farther than she even thought herself capable of going. The pleasure was as intense as she could’ve ever remembered it. It was as multi-faceted and complex as the monster that provided the sensations to her. She drowned in that pleasure; the sheer vastness of its strength and scope simply overwhelmed her by an incredible margin. Still, no matter how far down she was dragged beneath its churning waves, she never ran out of breath, and she never lost consciousness. At times, she wished dearly that she would just faint, and escape this hellish nightmare disguised as an alien heaven. At other times, however, she soared on wings of burning, fiery passion so intense that it dimmed the sun by comparison. She was a star; a burning engine of fire and heat and chaos that raged for an eternity, and then died with the brilliance and fury of a goddess.

Bound by uncompromising chains of living flesh, speared by four, thick tentacles the thrusted endlessly into her young, powerless body, Risa could do little in response to her dire predicament. Even then, what little she accomplished didn’t really seem to help her to get free. If anything, she only helped to make it worse for herself. That didn’t stop her from doing any of it, and it didn’t stop her from feeling guilty and remorseful about it either. Yes, Risa willingly participated in enhancing her own rape. In a way, she knew that she was being warped and manipulated by the alien sensations being fed into her mind, but she still knew that ultimately she should have had the power to deny such perverse and alien experiences. She had failed herself once again, and this time she could not just place all the blame upon her sex-enticed body. No, this time even her mind had enjoyed that which he’d shown her. Hell, even when the monster had done this sort of mind-link in previous encounters, she’d liked it. She was a sick, twisted, fucked up little slut!

That’s when she came to a horrific epiphany: she couldn’t make herself faint because, deny it as she might, she liked this! No, she didn’t just like it. She’d been cumming like a fountain for the entire duration of this long, strenuous rape. She loved it! Ugh! The girl wanted to puke with disgust at the thought! She snapped her head back upright, facing forward. Only the overwhelming sensations of pleasure multiplying constantly in her young mind kept Risa from starting to heave. Oh god, she loved it so much that she couldn’t even react properly in revolt against it. Hating herself wasn’t enough to change the way she was reacting to all this stimulation, though. Ultimately, she was still this monster’s helpless, little fuck toy.

Oh, and fuck her is exactly what he continued to do. The twins in her pussy never missed a stroke. They could’ve made a race-car engine blush with envy. She was going to be feeling their battering lovin’ for weeks afterwards. Then there was the one redesigning her plumbing. The massive serpent diving between the pale swells of her ass cheeks was as unique an inhuman experience as getting drilled by the twins. No human phallus could have reached the depths that that tentacle dared to go. It was actually kind of impressive, that he could fuck her that hard and that deep without causing her any sort of permanent damage. She knew by now that he knew where to stop; she’d had herself checked at the nurse’s office just to be certain that he hadn’t been too reckless before. It allowed Risa a strange sort of fascination with just watching the tentacle disappear inch after inch between her pretty, round butt cheeks with every thrust. Internally, she couldn’t really feel exactly how deep he reached, but she could tell that he was really deep by the time he stopped to pull back out.

Then, there were her tits. Oh god, yes, her beautiful breasts. Risa’s girls were being treated pretty good considering how the rest of her was being handled. The monster was usually so damn rough with his plaything, but he had learned (or was evilly teasing) that exclusively pleasuring Risa’s breasts dramatically improved her overall experience no matter how badly he raped her holes. To that end, he had become very good at pleasuring those full, creamy domes. Embraced in coils of warm, tightly-squeezing tentacles, the teen’s bust was held firmly in place while suckers latched themselves to her rigid, pink nipples. While they pleasured her sensitive peaks with lip-biting capability, the creature further pleasured himself by pushing a spare tentacle up through the valley of her ample cleavage. Risa didn’t have a huge bust, but she had enough flesh there to make a warm, comfy sleave for one, lucky tentacle to plunder. With her breasts pushed together, and her sweat-stained skin providing ample lubrication, the tentacle glided smoothly through her love-pillows with obvious pleasure. Obvious because Risa was directly shown just what the monster felt as he did it.

Finally, there was the girl’s perfect, sweet mouth. The monster had never kissed Risa in a human fashion. Instead, he tended to prefer using the girl’s mouth as another target for tentacle rape. In fact, it was the very first place that he’d raped her when they met for the very first time. So, in a very sick sort of way, that was how he ‘kissed’ his prey, as far as Risa could tell. It was appropriate for him. His every show of affection was a display of inhuman sexual deviancy. If that were true, then Risa was disturbed to admit that she was practically making out with the tentacle that was currently occupying her oral space. To be fair, she was totally drunk on orgasms and overdosed severely on a pleasure high, but yeah she still knew she was a sick little girl. She sucked, she swirled her tongue and danced with the tentacle in her mouth. It explored every corner and crevice inside of her, showing her what she felt like, what kissing a girl might feel like. Risa found herself admitting, she liked it.

The pair had spent an eternity locked in the most intense session of forced sexual intercourse for an incredible, indeterminate amount of time. Risa had completely forgotten that the monster would eventually reach orgasm within her. By that time, she’d simply given in to the idea that she would be fucked until her heart burst within her chest from stress, and she just died while impaled on those tentacles. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, that grim future was not her destiny. When the monster did cum, the girl quickly wished that she had died.

The amount of traditional squirming that the tentacle used as a telltale sign of their imminent release was shorter than usual, helping to mask their intent. Additionally, Risa herself was so hazed by the overdose of pleasure, that she didn’t even perceive the small warning that was given. Instead, she was caught completely off-guard when the twins suddenly speared her together. In a single thrust, they buried into the girl’s vaginal sheath, forcing her wide like when they’d first introduced themselves. This time, it was not a slow, gentle movement. She was already stretched out and capable of taking their hard love by now, and so they gave her everything they had. With that one, magnificent thrust, Risa felt the veil of her womb pierced and her final sanctity penetrated. Her eyes ripped wide open in shock, pain and horrific disbelief. Even with the tentacle gagging her mouth, Risa managed a considerably loud, piercing scream as she was defiled in the manner she hated most.

She’d been desecrated this way only once before, and by the same exact monster. To this day, it still haunted her worst nightmares that he’d done such a thing to her. No other act of perversion that he’d ever performed upon her body disturbed her as deeply as the penetration into her womb itself. Before he’d actually done it to her, she’d never even imagined such a terrible thing was even physically possible. This time, it was even worse. The mind-link between them was stronger than ever, it seemed. The girl could intimately feel the tentacles cumming in her pussy. She wailed as she felt the gushing, gooey seed erupt out of the tip of the further tentacle, and instantly fill her young womb. While everything else he’d shown her until that point had been a kinky exploration, that was the first time that Risa was well and truly disgusted with what she felt. Her back shivered and her hips pulled away in futile disagreement with this treatment. Still, the beast remained buried deep in her sex, filling her chalice to overflowing and forcing her to feel every sickening pump of alien spunk that was pushed into her premium-grade pussy.

Next was the tentacle in Risa’s ass. It sank down into her furthest depths, disappearing between her sweaty cheeks before ramming to a stop and unleashing a flood of hot jism inside of her bowels. The girl squirmed uncomfortably. At first, there was the undeniable pleasure fed to her from the tentacle as it squirted her full of its thick payload. However, soon she could feel the pressure of its heavy mass building up inside of her lower body, mostly plugged in place by the thick girth of the tentacle-hose delivering the goods. With a fierce blush of shame, she felt a few spurts jet free from around her tight seal; the remnant of each leak oozed down slowly around the still-cumming twins below. Almost as if to provide his victim with some relief, the tentacle began to thrust just like it had been when it was fucking her ass. Risa’s butt wiggled in dismay, as she found that the overflow that seeped out of her was swiftly replaced by fresh, hot cum delivered into her depths in the very next thrust. On top of that, the overspill itself tickled her bare flesh as it cooled and trickled slowly along her naked, sensitive skin. She shivered feverishly in response to this.

The teen’s tight, little mouth was next. The monster shut her up quick with a thick load of cum shot straight all over her tongue, which jerked at the foul, bitter taste of his ejaculate. As if attempting to force her to like it, the tentacle spewed burst after burst of cum until Risa’s tongue was trapped beneath an alien semen bath. While her tongue marinated in his sauce, the tentacle swiftly pushed itself to the entrance to Risa’s throat. The action forced the girl to tilt her head back just slightly. This perfectly exposed her throat, so that the monster’s eyestalks could watch as she clearly swallowed gulp after gulp of tentacle cum. To compliment the display, the tentacles playing with Risa’s breasts all erupted simultaneously. They painted her chest, neck and face with cum. Beneath the hot, sticky embrace of alien spunk coating her features, Risa’s cheeks blushed deeply with her shame and guilt. She’d been fucked to completion, and now she was getting her just desserts for her sinful indulgences.

Just like the fucking itself, the tentacles came and came for an extraordinary length of time. All the while, Risa herself could do nothing except just to take it. Her orgasms faded in intensity, although she couldn’t really be sure that she wasn’t still cumming, or just suffering the aftershocks of such a severe experience. Her pussy still clenched methodically around the twins, milking their pumping, pulsing lengths for every last ounce of their own liquid honey. Besides that, she just swallowed everything he put down her throat. It was either swallow, or risk choking on the stuff. While her situation was shitty, Risa did not like the idea of suffocating to death on tentacle cum. Besides, she’d just be forced to have those gross little tendrils stuck down her windpipe again; she wouldn’t even die. He’d save her probably, if only so that he could have the chance to fuck her like this again and again. God, how had she gotten so unlucky as to have gained this horrible bastard’s fancy? Were they really brought together time and again by mere chance, or by this thing’s personal endeavors? Or were they both being manipulated by a sinister, outside force? This dome had certainly given life to some of Risa’s suspicions. Undoubtedly, she was the victim of very powerful forces at work on the island, but was the monster also? Was he an accomplice? Was he the mastermind behind it all? For reasons Risa couldn’t explain, she didn’t think so.

After a horrible, lengthy session of acting as the monster’s personal cum receptacle, the beast finally abated his unending rivers of inhuman passion. With that, the mind-link quickly faded away. Risa could feel the invisible tendrils burrowed in her mind withdraw just as the physical tentacles began to pull out of her abused body. She shuddered and shook with disgust at the sensations, but also with the cold, empty, hollow feelings that their departures left within her. She’d just been used for the sexual enjoyment of an alien monstrosity. He’d taken her and abused her in a manner that she could not imagine any noble person ever being capable of doing to another. That hadn’t stopped, or even slowed him; hell, it probably didn’t even bother him in the slightest. In fact, he was going to do it to her again in the future, and they both knew it.

The girl shrieked and jerked her hips as the final tentacle to leave her pussy writhed and rubbed itself against her hypersensitive inner walls. Risa felt tears of rage fall from her shimmering, blue-grey eyes; she didn’t appreciate this rude treatment. Still, her pussy reflexively squeezed him as he taunted her. Perhaps he’d moved like that inside of her as a show of affection for the good time he’d experienced while inside of her tight pussy sheath, but she suspected it was more a show of dominance than one of thanks. He owned her pussy, and he wanted her to know it. Right, because raping her womb and pumping her full of his disgusting, alien semen every chance he got wasn’t symbolism enough. At least, she still hoped and prayed that it was just symbolism. She’d go positively mad if she ever got pregnant from this creep. She was pretty sure they were incompatible as actual mates, but it still made her nervous as hell when he ejaculated into her pussy and filled her up with his potent levels of seed. They had to incompatible. By this time, and with how much spunk he’d planted inside of her over their encounters, she’d definitely had gotten pregnant by now if it was possible. It just had to be. Oh god, please, please let it be true that he couldn’t knock her up. She’d dig the little monsters out herself if she had to, but she’d really rather not have to resort to self-mutilation.

While dark thoughts raced through her sex-hazed mind, Risa’s body was lowered back into a straight position. Her legs and waist were released, and the girl dangled limply by her arms as the monster gently lowered her down. She sighed with relief when she felt the cold stone beneath her feet. At last, it was really finally over! The monster laid the limp body of his victim along the flat stone, her gaping, abused holes leaked alien and girl cum onto its rough surface. With her pussy and ass throbbing with soreness, Risa rolled onto her side to give her body a little, much-needed break. Through a sticky mask of white cum, Risa’s piercing, blue-grey eyes looked up at the hovering tentacles with a hateful stare. Amazingly, there was still spirit in the girl. She gingerly pulled her bra back down over her slippery breasts, and tugged her skirt down to veil her soiled lower body. Her gaze regarded the tentacles with suspicion. With her throat still sore from her earlier, intense scream from when he’d pierced her cervix, she decided to try projecting her mental communication, suspecting that he was spying on her thoughts at all times while she was down here.

“So what now? How long do you give me to move on before you take action again? Do I at least get some time to recover after being split in half, or do you expect me just to walk this off?”

263 watched the girl's pleasure-hazed mind with curiosity and delight. While her body always succumbed to the sexual potency of its tentacles, it had taken a total sensational mind-link for the girl's mind to embrace her true nature. And even then, part of her struggled against it, repulsed by the very reality that she was experiencing. He'd rarely seen any girl be so completely overwhelmed by pleasure, and yet simultaneously rail against it. As if she expected herself to resist it. In reality, there was nothing she could have done to resist. It made absolutely sure of that. The feelings it fed to her of ravaging her own body kept her cumming the whole time. Even when its on release came, it could feel her tight cunny clenching and cumming, pulling its seed deeper inside her.

As it finished up in her and began to release her, it continued to watch her thoughts. They started to grow darker without the glow of constant sex to drown out her rational thought. As the final tentacle drew out, it rubbed against her sensitive spots, less as a display of affection and more as a mechanism to drag up one last moan out of her. The beast had conquered Risa's pussy, and every other part of her. Her body was a tool to get exactly what it wanted out of her - sex, cum, and cries. Moans, screams, gasps - any sound the girl's voice could make was its pleasure. And her dripping, cum-filled hole was the perfect means to that end. She knew it. It had spent an endless amount of time proving it to her.

Her thoughts eventually turned to some nonsense about pregnancy. Naturally, the ooze the tentacles had left in her wasn't going to impregnate her. That wasn't its purpose... at least, not naturally. The notion of reproducing with a mate had never even crossed 263's mind. At this point, 263's only interest in the girl was to pleasure itself. But it wasn't in a hurry to dissuade her of that notion. Let her worry about it for a while. In time, maybe she'd even be right to worry.

263 watched the girl as she lay on the ground, her cum-soaked body the picture of erotic defeat. Her holes leaked cum, unable to keep the massive loads it had released inside her, and unable to fully shrink after the thorough, and prolonged ravaging it had given them. Her hair and skin were mostly sticky with thick seed that cooled on her body. And yet, despite her complete desecration, some deeply-guarded part of the girl remained to talk back. She looked up at the tentacles with wrath and disgust, and quipped some nonsense about her time allotted to move on.

In truth, 263 had almost forgotten about her mission in this sex dungeon of a labyrinth. It had finally gotten the chance to fuck her completely and relentlessly, and hit had been so caught up with it that it had forgotten that it would have numerous chances to do so again. However, that didn't make the girl's question any more foolish. With what little energy she may have had left, she'd chosen waste it on speech, and rebellious, bitter speech at that. She expected a break, as if 263 had ever given her such luxury. If she had the capacity to escape without fainting, she should have done so.

"You. Are. Not. Bound," 263 pointed out. It was true: no tentacles constricted her limbs anymore. Nothing groped her or molested her. No tentacles blocked her path or claimed her mouth. Even the second sight that the monster had shown her had faded, leaving her with only the vision of her own two eyes. Only exhaustion impeded Risa's progress. And only exhaustion could keep her from resisting the approach of the two tentacles that slithered behind her, aiming straight for her lower body. The first gave her no time as it slid under her skirt and between her legs. It aimed straight for her sex and pushed forward, penetrating her once more.

The tentacle's girth was as big as the first that had raped her pussy at the top of the hill. Its texture was rugged, and bristled with veins. The width of its head was still the same excessive size. But as it sat inside her, its shaft suddenly began to swell as well, until its circumference matched that of the head that spread her folds. Every inch of her pussy was spread wide by the thickened tentacle, as it began to push in and out of her. Immediately, the second tentacle joined in the fun in her anus, sliding easily into her second hole, thanks to the cum that still stained it.

The two tentacles began to thrust quickly and steadily. There was no mind-meld this time. No sensations of drilling her own insides, and no shared vision showing her what her slutty body looked like being drilled from behind. Just her cunt and ass being fucked, hard and forcefully.

"You. May. Leave. Whenever. You. Wish." The ledge that she had to climb down remained in front of her, and her limbs were free. The only thing impeding her was the steady thrusting deep inside her. The message was clear: this place was no longer safe. Stay, and be fucked. Or go, and try to escape.