263 followed the girl's progress patiently for some time. She had chosen what would likely prove to be an interesting path. Of course, it had ways to make any path interesting, and it would soon put one such method into action.

It had been roughly ten minutes since Risa had started down her current path. As she turned a corner, she would see a cluster of tentacles poking out of the ground, completely stationary. As she looked at them, 263 entered her mind once again with the same memory of the defiled senior girl, speaking in her even, unperturbed tone as her body was brutally fucked. Her words were different this time, though. The message had changed, providing further instructions, as 263 had promised.

"Along your path, you may encounter 'obstacles'. Some obstacles will be built into the design of the path, though others may appear anywhere, such as this one. They may appear in places which you have or have not been to already. When you reach an obstacle, you may perform a transaction. Once the transaction is complete, you will be able to proceed. Alternatively, you may return the way you came, without completing a transaction. Most obstacles will not disappear, however, until a transaction is completed."

Once again, the image faded, leaving Risa to face the obstacle, and decide what she was going to do next.

The dark path that Risa walked seemed to stretch on and on. The girl shivered in the cold gloom as she peeked around every corner before venturing further down the next corridor, fearful of coming all this way just to run into another dead end. Desperate for some small comfort to keep her feet going, the young beauty began to hum to herself the same sweet lullaby that she had been recalling the day that she had first encountered this wretched monster. Even after that nightmarish rape, it had not entered her darkest imaginings that she might ever come into contact with this thing ever again.

Risa squeaked in terror when she peaked around one corner only to find a cluster of tentacles waiting patiently down on the end of the next corridor. She jumped back around to safety, but froze in place when the beast savagely took the reins of her own mind from her again. Her vision was replaced by the sight of that dark, lovely senior girl again. The freshman’s blue-grey eyes widened unconsciously as they drank in the full view of her naked beauty, and she gulped her embarrassment as the illusionary girl was violently fucked right in front of her. She concentrated as best she could on the new rules that were being explained to her, and not on the sexual fantasy of what her own naked body would look like pressed to the other’s: a swirling mix of mocha and cream...

Obstacles! Right, obstacles. Okay, right, yeah, transactions and stuff. Wait, what? She had to give up more of her clothes just to continue past those tentacles!? Oh sure, she could double back, but there was nothing to prevent the bastard from planting more obstacles on the way, and she wouldn’t even be sure if this path was the exit or not. There really wasn’t much of a choice here, as far as Risa could tell. If she didn’t press forward, she’d only lose more progress by stalling. The girl gulped again, and this time she ran her hands over herself to take inventory of just how much ammo she had to throw at these “transactions.” Fuck, only four articles of clothing remained on her body since she’d left her socks and shoes in her paranoia back in the center area.

The strawberry-blonde student huffed angrily, but ultimately decided she’d give in to this monster. At least for now, all it was going to cost her was her clothing. Still, what could she afford to part with? Hmm, well her panties were pretty soiled already. In fact, they’d become a bit uncomfortable in the damp, cold air. With her mind made up, Risa let her long, delicate fingers slide up the outer sides of her smooth thighs. The bottom edges of her skirt followed her fingers up, eventually revealing the full length of her long, swimmer’s legs while the center of her front and back just barely remained covered up. With a little blush of embarrassment, the girl hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down. After she’d stepped out of them completely, she turned the corner and approached the waiting tentacles with her offering held in one outstretched hand.

As Risa approached, one of the tentacles extended itself towards her proffered panties. It slowly drew nearer and nearer, until it finally lunged, circling around the dirtied garment. With a snap, it pulled the panties away from her, and disappeared into the ground with them. There was a quiet rumbling, and then the other tentacles quickly retracted into the ground. In seconds, the only sign of them was the holes they left in the ground. The teen was, apparently, alone and free to continue.

As she walked forward, Risa eventually came to another fork in the path. Two directions stretched out in front of her: left and right. Both just seemed to lead to more twists and turns. No matter how she looked, there was no sign or indication of which way was the right way, and she couldn't see how either of them would end. She would simply have to choose a direction once again and hope for the best. Unfortunately, she wouldn't get the chance just yet.

Tentacles suddenly lunged out from the bushes on her left, quickly wrapping around her waist. As she was bound, more tentacles wrapped around her arms. Then they pulled her towards the hedge wall, leaving her feet to run or drag behind her. They pulled her until her hands and head were against the shrubbery. Her body was bent at the waist so that the soft curve of her rear pushed out, like a school girl pushed up against a wall. Two tentacles popped out of the ground and wrapped around her ankles. As Risa struggled against he sudden grabbing, more tentacles appeared from the ground - thick ones, moving worryingly close to her extended lower body. With unwavering purpose, the tentacle pressed under the girl's skirt.

Suddenly, Risa's vision was once more filled with the defiled senior girl, who sneered as she presented a new rule to Risa. "Once your panties are lost, your ass and pussy may be raped at any time. No clothing will be removed or destroyed during these rapes. There is no escape from these rapes." Short and sweet, and then the girl was gone, just in time for Risa to feel the tentacle pierce her lower lips and push inside, and begin to steadily fuck her.

It took all of young Risa’s dubious courage just to keep from fleeing wildly as one of those sinister tentacles approached her slowly. She yelped and flinched when it suddenly darted out towards her, snatching her panties from her like a snapping dog and retreating quickly with its dirty prize. The girl only calmed slightly when she saw the tentacles retract into the ground, but the holes they left behind in the moist dirt left her feeling anxious with worry. What rules were there to stop this thing from doing what he wanted with her at a moment’s notice? What enforcement could possibly be in place to keep the play fair? Risa was beginning to feel more and more like a mouse trapped in a game run by a cat. With her heart pounding within her buxom chest, she darted swiftly past the holes in the ground and moved to quickly place some distance between herself and those markings.

Next, the girl came to the forked passages. Oh great, like the obstacle hadn’t cost her enough. How many obstacles yet remained down either of these paths? And what would it all be for if she eventually came upon another dead end? This was only the second path she had walked of a total of eight! Just as Risa turned right to begin moving down that corridor, she was suddenly stopped by an ambush of tentacles! She screamed in terror as she felt the tight bindings secure themselves about her slender waist and arms before her shoulders were pulled forward against one of the hedge walls. While she struggled blindly against this attack, she felt two more appendages wrap possessively about either of her slim ankles in order to anchor her long, shapely legs into place.

What the fuck was this!? She still had plenty of clothes on! Risa confirmed her fears when she peaked down below her body, and saw the thick tentacles rising up out of the ground and moving under her short, navy skirt. Before she could react any further, her mind was paralyzed as it was hit with another vision of that dark-skinned senior, who now sneered with a cruel expression that suited her predatory gaze. She still showed no facial reaction to the fact that she was being violently defiled by alien tentacles, and her voice spoke with unnatural smoothness while the lengths between her powerful legs thrusted fast and deep. The illusion explained that with Risa’s panties gone, her chastity was now forfeit; the monster could now take her anytime, and anywhere. The only condition would be that her clothes would remain intact, and that there was nothing that she could do to stop it. As soon as the vision faded, Risa felt the thick tip of the tentacle force its way into her dry cunt.

“Aaauugh! No! No! No! Ah! You fucking- ah! cheating bastard! Ah! AH! Not fair! OW! Oh! Not fair! Ah! Ah! AHH!” Risa spat and cursed loudly between yelps of pain as she was forced to take the thick, powerful intruder into her unprepared sex. For the tentacle, her condition would make little difference to his progress. He was more than strong enough to press fully into the fine girl’s depths. Even dry, she was still warm, soft and tight; overall still a very superb fuck.

Risa struggled beautifully, despite her pinned state. Her young body writhed and bucked in an enticing dance of relentless defiance to her hopeless predicament. As the tentacle pushed all the way in, and began to thrust deeply through her stretched sex, the girl pushed herself up on her toes. Her hips arched and angled upwards as sharply as they could physically go without breaking her spine, desperate to ascend away from the monster below. All the naive little beauty accomplished, however, was to push her legs and ass into further prominence and present herself even more sensually despite the hindering veil of her skirt.

She was only eighteen years old, but already she knew sexual horrors that would have broken the minds and wills of many women older than her. Risa gasped and groaned as the thick tentacle began to surge back and forth in powerful, steady thrusts into her incredible pussy. She blushed as she felt her body begin to slowly awaken sexually. Her struggles calmed slightly as her heaving breath seemed to help accelerate the flow of blood down into her nethers. With a tight squeeze of her pussy, she began to become wet and responsive to the unwanted intruder rampaging through her velvet folds. The teen wailed as her body betrayed her yet again. She soon found herself fighting against her own instincts as well as the monster’s cruel advances.

Although the initial penetration was firm and swift enough to shock the girl's unprepared body and mind, the following thrusts were more deliberate. 263 didn't want to damage the girl's body too much. Doing so would slow the game down too much for its tastes. Even slowly, her pussy was warm and tight, and spread easily before its thick tip. Her body twisted and writhed all the same under the unstoppable force of its repeated thrusting. But what the tentacle's initial assault lacked in ferocity, it made up for in intent. This was no longer a simple introductory fuck, as the previous had been. The game was on now, and every time it took her, it was free to raper her as long and as hard as it wanted. And 263 was going to demonstrate that freedom right now.

"I. Did. Not. Cheat," 263 corrected her as it pushed firmly into her deep cunny. "These. Are. The. Rules. This. Is. What. You. Chose."

Slowly, her body began to awaken to its touch, and it allowed its tentacles to pump into her faster as her excitement brought forth another coating of her natural lube. It was delightful the way her body constantly transitioned from tense and resistant to aroused and slutty under its touch. Time and again, she betrayed her own pleasure, and her natural instincts compelled her to embrace the euphoric torment. She lacked discipline over her senses, and it punished her for it. Or maybe that punishment was a reward.

As her pussy became wet from stimulation, the tentacle began to thrust faster. As part of its own rules, it was not allowed to use her breasts, mouth, or any other part of her body in this particular exchange. Only her lower holes were available to it, so that was where its full attention was focused. Much like the first assault, it noticed that there was a divine simplicity to focusing on one tentacle's actions like this. It spent so many of its attacks attending to everywhere on a girl's body, and never truly appreciating anywhere. It seemed like it had rarely taken the time to really enjoy a pussy like this - the way it squeezed involuntarily, gripping the shaft with its warm, soft embrace. Or the way intoxicating fluids trickled and leaked forth, coating its shaft. These things were always there, but 263 never properly enjoyed them as it did now. And this pussy - hell, this girl's whole body - was exemplary. It hadn't had this good a fuck in weeks, and for all her frustration and curses and resistance, she just kept making it better.

Her body bent forward even further, presenting her nethers to be thoroughly pierced by the monster beneath her. Her voice shook with the power of its impacts, as did her lovely breasts, bound though they still were by her clothing. And the harder it fucked her, the tighter she seemed to get, which only caused her whole body to be pushed forward with every thrust. That was fine by 263; she was pinned against the wall, with no forward to go. Its thrusts filled her without issue, and the excess energy that rammed into her made her writhe and twist erotically against the maze.

Fucking the girl only one hole at a time proved to be a surprisingly invigorating experience, but there was always room for two. As the tentacle in her quivering sex began to move faster and faster, shaking her to her core, another tentacle approached just above it. It dipped below her skirt, and flipped it up to rest on the small of her back, exposing her naked rump. The tentacle indulged a surprising moment of sentimentality, as it slid its tentacle over her smooth, pert rump, pressing softly against her cheeks one after the other. Then, it slid between her cheeks, grinding between the soft mounds as it worked its way towards her anus. It angled down to find her tight back door, and pressed firmly against it. It didn't penetrate her yet, but made its intent to unmistakable.

“Oh fuck! Ah! Ah! AHH!” Risa’s cries raised in pitch and tempo to match the increased speed and strength of the thrusts that savaged her delicate, young pussy. As her sex moistened more and more, the tentacle within her began to take her harder and harder, which in turn caused her to squeeze her sheath more tightly and thus forced the tentacle to thrust with greater strength still. Soon it felt to her like the tentacles around her arms were no longer necessary due to the sensation of being nailed into place against the wall. Delicate fists grabbed up handfuls of small leaves just to have something to hold onto as her whole body began to shake and rock beneath the force of the alien savagery.

Despite her horror and revulsion, the girl was getting hot beneath the brutal treatment of her young body. She was soon so wet that she could hear the moist sounds of their continuous union in between her own sharp cries of growing pleasure. Before long, her pussy was no longer attempting to push him out, but was eagerly sucking at the thick, monstrous intruder. This happened every time he ravaged her. No matter how she struggled against it, he always succeeded in taming and training her little pussy to gobble up whatever tool he wielded to break her resistance.

And yet, it was still apparent that she struggled against her own body. Her own hips wanted desperately to buck back against that filling sensation, but she restrained herself in an obvious effort to take back some control of her rebellious, slutty form. Risa was losing the war, however. Something about being pinned to a wall and fucked was really sexually stimulating to the girl. That, and the obvious fact that her body had developed a preternatural weakness for the touch of tentacles against her naked flesh.

The sound of Risa’s cries stuttering from the force of the monster’s thrusts was testament to just how hard she was getting it now. Even still clad in the majority of her school uniform, her ripe body shook and trembled delightfully beneath the hard, deep fucking that hit all the way to her feminine core. Such deliciously feral treatment was utterly impossible to ignore, especially for the unseasoned young woman. Her instincts were utterly impossible for her to control against such a focused assault. Suddenly, she lost control of her shapely hips, and they began to buck back in response as her pleasure began to build to a boiling heat within her lower body.

The young beauty gasped as another tentacle flipped up her skirt with a casual flick, exposing her naked ass to the cool air. Risa shivered in fear of what that action might entail, and her pretty, watery eyes peaked back when she felt a tentacled caress against her perfectly round, perky cheeks. At the sight of a second thick tentacle rubbing lewdly against her butt, the girl gasped again in pure terror. She eyes shut and her face scrunched up when the tentacle rubbed itself in the valley of her perfectly-shaped mounds. When she felt the tip touch against her forbidden entrance, she squeezed with all her feminine strength, contracting both her pussy and her tiny sphincter simultaneously.

“No! Ah! No! Oh! I won’t- ah! let you- Mmh! In! AH! Fuck!”

The tentacle inside Risa's pussy was quickly rewarded for its thrusting with the girl's natural nectar. As always, her body seemed all too eager for the brutal thrusting it unleashed inside her. Her young, tight folds were soon dripping with her fluids, which coated the length of the tentacle's shaft as it pressed in and out of her again and again. Her tunnel squeezed, not in resistance but in welcome, although the feeling was basically identical to 263 either way. She squeezed even tighter when the next tentacle pressed against her anus, giving the tentacle an even tighter hole to fuck. And fuck it did. The tentacle began to pound her pussy, forcing her walls to spread and bouncing her lower body with its force until the sensations in her lower body began to become hazy.

As her body reeled, the tentacle pressing against her back door made its move. It shifted side to side a few times, causing her asshole to stretch slightly, before it shoved its way inside. Although Risa's muscles could do nothing to keep the intruder at bay, it was careful not to move so fast as to tear her. Instead, it pushed its way in steadily, sinking into the ring of her tight hole. Once its head was inside, it proceeded to push deeper, as the tentacle in her sex continued to pound away firmly.

Slowly, the tentacles binding Risa's limbs released her and retreated. Their presence was no longer necessary. The sheer force of the tentacles inside her kept her pinned against the hedges. They practically even lifted her lower body onto the tips of her feet, leaving her no leverage to move or run. Trying to escape would likely only result in her falling on her face, and the tentacles would just continue to plug away at her. She was trapped by the unrelenting forces inside her, especially as the tentacle in her anus began to move in and out. Like her pussy, her ass was as tight as it had ever been, likely in part because of her clenching to try and resist the tentacle. It did nothing but pleasure the monster cock further, as it began to move up and down the length of her rectum with steady force, and growing speed.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Risa’s voice began to quiet into cute, little yelps as she focused on the fight for her anal dignity. She blushed as the massive girth pressed against the tiny star of clenching muscles. Why did he use so large a tentacle to defile her there? Surely he’d raped her mind enough times to know by now how much she detested his twisted fascination with her ass. Was this his idea of making some sort of statement? Well, if it was, it certainly would be his style.

The thought hadn’t occurred to Risa that the monster could have simply forced his way past her resistance with a mighty show of strength, but by doing so she would have likely been badly damaged. Instead, she only noticed how the creature insidiously wiggled his big, blunt tip from side to side against her puckered flower to spread her open bit by bit. The girl buried her face in her shoulder as she clenched her teeth and squeezed her ass with every ounce of strength that she had left, even as the thick, naughty tentacle in her pussy fucked her so hard that she was almost going numb from the brutal sensations. She knew that this was all an act of dominance over her. It wasn’t enough for him to rape her against her will, he took sick pleasure in taming her wild, vixen body.

With a yell of defeat, Risa felt the monster surge forward to bury its thick tip past her resistant sphincter. Oh god, he was so thick! She squeezed desperately to push him back out, but instead he simply began to sink into her depths. Her gorgeous, blue-grey eyes widened and she drew in a slow, horrified gasp as she was forced to take inch after inch of the tentacle into her rectum. No matter how she fought, he was just too strong.

As though to add insult to injury, the tentacles holding her in place released her entirely. That didn’t do her much good now! The pinning thrusts of the twin tentacles into her lower body was a better restraint than those others were by this time. The angles of their attacks kept her body rocking chaotically: the one in her pussy thrusted up from below, and lifted her young hips every time, while the one buried in her ass shoved her shoulders up against the leafy wall with every one of its own thrusts. The combined motions kept her body so off-balance that she had to cling desperately to the hedge just to try and keep the monster from pushing her up along the side of it.

Her long, bare legs were also free, but even more useless than her arms were. The force and angle of the ravaging twins was such that she didn’t even need both of her legs to stay upright. She demonstrated this by lifting one of the long, elegant limbs. Her toes curling from the savagery being shown to her pussy and ass. Only when her other leg began to shiver and strain from the weight, did she return her other foot back to the cold, wet grass. Once there, she was quickly propped back up on her toes by the lifting force of the tentacle rampaging in her pussy.

As the savagery deepened and intensified within her sensitive young body, Risa felt her resolve weaken further and further. The half-awakened orgasm from before returned now. It was hungry for release, and her body now worked against her own will in order to pursue that instinctive goal. Her sweet, unrestrained voice yelped, groaned and whimpered freely as she began to steadily clench both of her holes in stimulating patterns. It was the best that she could do in response to the brutal treatment of her lower body; even her hips were so pinned down that they couldn’t even buck back in response. Still, their earlier mind melds had shown her just how good it felt when her holes squeezed back in response. Her body used this knowledge to help encourage her own rapist, desperate to continue this horrible act until it too reached satisfaction. Risa herself could only cling to the hedge wall, helpless against this conspiratory betrayal.

The tentacles inside her fell into a pattern of alternating thrusting - one pushing its way in as the other withdrew, only to thrust back inside an instant later. The constant change of forces kept her off balance, rocking back and forth as she was lifted up and then pushed forward. 263 watched her with delight from the bushes as her body teetered helplessly from the forces that fucked her savagely against the hedge wall. The freedom of the girl's limbs had gained her nothing.

"You. Are. Free," it taunted her, "Yet. You. Cannot. Resist. There. Is. No. Resisting. Here." Part of 263 appreciated the symbolism of her position. The other part, of course, was just happy to continue to fuck her senseless as she was pinned helplessly in place. Despite her brutal treatment, 263 could feel her body racing towards an orgasm it had denied her earlier. Her pretty, silky little sex always seemed to be happy to squirt when it fucked her. How strange that she didn't share her body's enthusiasm. She even lifted her leg at one point, which inadvertently gave 263 even easier access to her tight holes as her body widened at the motion. A few moments later, however, she returned her leg to the ground, ending this delightful new experience. 263 had quickly come to like this position. In seconds, a tentacle shot out and wrapped around the leg she had been lifting, once more raising it into the air. It stretched her hips wide, spreading both her pussy and her asshole more in the process, and giving its tentacles unfettered access. Another tentacle wrapped around her hips and supported her weight, but neither restraining tentacle bound her movements. That was left to the ones inside her.

The tentacles slipping under her skirt pounded away at her nubile body. They were straight and stiff as rods as they entered her body, effectively pinning her hips in place with their thrusts. Even her body's lustful responses were stemmed as the tentacles dominated her completely, holding and controlling her body with the force of their fucking. Her form was nothing but a powerless fucktoy to the tentacles, immobilized and spread, and ready to cream herself for their pleasure. And they used her as if they knew it. Although they were careful not to damage her, they might as well have been thrusting into her chest for how it felt. The force was so great, her tightened pussy and ass could do nothing but be rubbed raw by their thrusting mass, pushing into her and fucking her full and deep.

The chaotic shaking and rocking of her helpless, slender body was exactly why Risa had to continue clinging desperately to the hedge wall that she was pinned against. Her bare, exposed ass jiggled with every feral thrust. The alternating rhythm kept the girl under constant pressure, so that she never had even a split second to recover from the vicious assault. They hammered her with such strength, as well, that the poor young female couldn’t possibly hope to shut out the experience from her abused mind.

The monster’s soundless voice returned within her own head, teasing her remorselessly. She continued to cry and wail beneath the never-ending pummeling into her lower body, unable to form a coherent response beneath the brain-numbing fucking she was receiving. Her own psychic response could only manage a snappy, “Shut up!”

Risa’s sweet voice emitted a couple of cute yelps as a new tentacle grabbed up the leg that she had lifted just moments before. She gasped passionately as the shapely, toned limb was raised back into the bent, flamingo position that she had demonstrated before. Before her one remaining pillar of balance collapsed beneath her, the girl was startled to feel another tentacle wrap securely about her hips to help alleviate the issue of the weight pressing down on one straight leg. The beautiful, helpless teen could almost hear her own sexual engine revving appreciatively to this enhanced position. The sensations of being lifted and held up on one leg, while being savagely pinned to the wall and fucked was too much unwanted stimulation in all the right places for the girl.

“Ah! Oh god... oh no, no please... Ah! Ahhh! Oh god, no! Ahhh! AHHH! Oh fuck! AHHHHH!” Risa babbled and cried out loudly as her body boiled over with passion. She arched her head back until her face was being pressed unceremoniously into the leafy foliage in front of her. This failed to muffle her cries as she experienced a powerful, unwanted ecstasy. Her young, pink pussy squeezed and spasmed in that familiar dance as she gushed a torrent of her love-juice all over the thick, pounding tentacle crammed into her tight love-sheath. As her ecstasy carried on for longer than usual, she began to realize that her orgasms were becoming stronger, and lasting for a longer duration. Through it all, the monster continued to pound into her mercilessly.

Risa wasn’t quite worried enough about this disturbing new development in her budding sexuality. Naively, as she came down at long last from her forced orgasm, she allowed her senses to dwell too long and too closely upon her position and continued treatment. Her oversensitive nerves and sex-drunk impulses took her interest in the wrong direction. Before she could even think to stop herself, Risa was soon swept up into a second orgasm just seconds after her first one had finished. Her surprised cries and moans of pleasure were testament to the chaos she suffered from internally. The loud, unrestrained love noises echoed off the dome and filled the whole maze with her shameful voice. By the time she was done yet again, she had utterly drenched both her sex and the alien’s love-tool with her sweet, sticky juice.

The tentacles only thrust faster into Risa as she pleaded - half with them and half with herself - not to cum. They ignored her, of course, and continued to completely stimulate her pussy, which begged for more despite her own desires. Her cunny tightened more and more as the pressure built inside, and her body yearned for the release that crept closer and closer. With her leg held suspended in the air, the tentacles were able to pillage her holes fast and rough. It wasn't long before their combined stimulation pushed her over the edge, and she came in a shower of her wonderfully fragrant juices. The tentacles continued to fuck her as she came, knowing her body would only be more sensitive gripped in the throes of her orgasm, and the poor girl was given as much stimulation by the tentacles as her own climax.

Risa's climax was noticeably longer than most of her previous ones had been. In their last encounter, it had taken the girl probably eight climaxes to experience one this powerful, and she had been rolling in them by that point. Now, it was only her second orgasm of the night, and she was already going for the record. 263 certainly didn't mind - it gave it a chance to experience her holes at their tightest for longer. The tentacles didn't cum themselves, although they certainly could have among the endless clenching of the girl's body. The way her back arched and her stomach stretched, and her holes clamped down and pulled against the tentacles to suck them in, was worth of filling her up with a hot load then and there. Yet they refrained. 263 had found edging the girl to be much more interesting. Keeping her body from finding that final satisfaction when it finished with her produced immediately satisfying results the next time it took her.

At last, the girl's orgasm began to subside. The tentacles lost none of their tempo, continuing to thrust into her body even as she came down. 263 focused on her thoughts, gauging her arousal so as to finish when she was part-way to her next climax. Only her thoughts took a strange turn, and suddenly her arousal was through the roof. Almost immediately, she came again, and a fresh batch of fluids ran down the length of the tentacle fucking her pussy. 263 could have laughed with delight. The girl was a treasure trove of fucking, practically beyond her own control. The tentacles pounded into her even faster, no longer concerned with when or how she would stop. Their only concern was for reaching their own climax, which they soon did. With forceful thrusts, they buried themselves in her body, and began to release their cum. With the remnants of her last fucking still in her body, it wasn't long before her holes were filled to capacity, and the thick ooze began to leak out of her, staining her skirt. The tentacles' position in her holes as they ejaculated kept her pinned against the shrubbery, as they gently thrust in and out of her flooded holes to the rhythm of their own orgasms.

Risa let out a panicked cry when she felt the sudden, savage increase in tempo into her stretched, abused holes. Her hypersensitive cunny was in no position to receive this fierce treatment, but there was utterly nothing that she could do to stop the monster’s rampage. She desperately clenched both of her tunnels in the hopes of slowing him down even a bit, but he was just too damn strong. Sharp, coping gasps of sensation filled the air as the girl’s young mind scrambled for some escape route that just didn’t exist.

Oh god, if she didn’t get away from this awful pounding, she was gonna cum again! Her slut body was already ramping up towards yet another orgasm. She had to try and avoid slipping over the edge again, or she was going to be too weak to press on in no time at all. Ignoring the sensations within her sex and ass was totally impossible, but she tried nonetheless. Instead, she pushed her upper chest up against the hedge, and lifted her hands up higher along the wall. It was as if she were going to try and climb up its sheer surface if it meant an escape from this harsh, sexual treatment!

However, in short order the tentacles within her began to wriggle in a familiar way. Risa’s eyes opened wide in horror as she recognized the movements instantly. She screamed in horror as the twin defilers spewed hot blasts of alien cum into her ripe, young body. As the thick tentacles pumped into her, they thrusted gently with every burst, as if they were trying to push their seed in as deep as they could. The girl could only shudder and sob as she was kept pinned in place and filled well beyond her natural holding capacity. Gooey, alien semen dripped down her creamy thighs, and stained the inside of the front of her skirt.

She had successfully withheld herself from a third orgasm, but now it itched within her sex like an agitated beast. In hindsight, this wasn’t really the best feeling to be left with after being raped. After all, she already felt dirty. Now she was horny too, as if her previous orgasms had meant nothing. God, she was such a dirty slut! Risa’s cheeks blushed thick with redness at the shame of it all.

“Okay, are you done? Can I go,” she tried to sound snippy and sarcastic, but her voice was still thick from her sobbing. Risa couldn’t be sure of how the monster would interpret it, but she thought she just ended up sounding pretty pathetic.

The tentacles finally finished releasing their hot loads inside Risa's body. As they came to a halt, 263 looked into her mind again, and noted with approval that the girl was indeed part way to her next climax, despite the frequency and growing length of each one. Her body itched for satisfaction like a bitch in heat, and yet no more gratification came. The stationary cocks and capacious amounts of cum inside her did nothing but remind her what she hadn't achieved again.

Then the girl made some snide remark, trying to sound tough. Almost immediately, the tentacles inside her gave a hard thrust, rocking her body forward. 263 could easily see that her real fight was lost, but it wasn't going to tolerate insolence. "You. May. Go. When. I. Release. You," it told her. "When. I. Fuck. You. You. Will. Wait." 263 briefly considered replacing the tentacles inside her and fucking her to another orgasm - probably three for her. But it thought better of it. The girl was sure to collapse if it went so rough on her right now, and this game was proving too much fun. She'd only found one dead end, and it had fucked her twice already. There was sure to be more fun to be had with her ahead, and a little walk might but some spirit back in her for it to break all over again.

Besides, at the moment it could rape her any time it felt like. No need to be greedy.

Finally, the tentacles withdrew, more quickly than Risa might have been expecting, leaving her holes empty and slightly agape. The girl was finally freed to move on her own power.

"Choose. Your. Path. And. Choose. Carefully," the voice reminded her to resume the game. One of the tentacles flicked lightly across her slit before the lot withdrew into the bushes.

“Aaaghh!” Risa cried out in pain as she was bodily thrown forward against the wall by the twin, hard thrusts she received for her snippy questions. That show of dominance was an obvious enough message, but she still received a stern message from the monster all the same. While his broken “speech” appeared in her mind, the girl cowered her pretty face behind her scrunched shoulders. She didn’t dare say a single word in response. There was no point in risking his ire any further. If he decided to “punish” her with another, harder round of sex, she was going to have trouble walking through the maze.

Faster than they had appeared, the tentacles retreated. Their victim released a startled gasp of sensation as her holes were emptied swiftly, leaving her feeling awkward and empty. As her one, lifted leg returned to a standing position, the monster’s instructions reminded her to keep moving. The girl gasped again and jerked as one of the departing tentacles left her with a very slight, brief touch against her over-sensitive petals. Bastard, that touch left her pussy smoldering with her half-way completed passion. She sniffled back the last of her tears, and reached down to pull the back of her skirt into place. Even as she departed from the wall, her hands continued to reach down and tug at the bottom edges of her skirt, subconsciously trying to hide her shame.

With Risa’s first step, she heard her pussy make a wet, squishy noise. She flinched and blushed hard with embarrassment at the sound. As she turned to start down the right path of the fork before her, her young sex continued to squish while it leaked copious amounts of leftover fluids in thick runnels down her inner thighs. There was a familiar sensation of feeling heavy between her hips. Risa knew this was the feeling brought on by the double-helping of fresh, alien cum that saturated her lower body. She had felt the same way when she had limped back to her dorm room after being repeatedly raped by this same monster in the pool’s supply shed. Well, she was now off again to go and face whatever other horrors this beast had concocted for her along the way. She just hoped she was on the right path; the girl didn’t want to think about what she’d have to go through if she had to search all eight passages to find her exit.

263 watched in amusement as Risa continued down the path, her battered sex making indecent, erotic noises through the cum it had left inside her. In her mind, it could feel the shame, the weight, and the unsatisfied arousal all conflicting within her. Despite her best efforts to shield her body with her too-short and too-flimsy skirt, they both knew her privates were as exposed and vulnerable as could be, and 263 liked it that way. Depending on how things went, these impromptu rapes might have needed to become more common. It wanted to keep her full of tentacle cum, and as aroused as possible. Just for fun, it poked the erotic centers of her mind again, only faintly. The thoughts were imperceptible - just subtle sensations to keep her on edge.

But once again, it resisted breaking its own rules and just fucking her for hours. It had been given a task - the girl had to see her way through, though how many times she'd get fucked along the way was up to her. As it was, the tentacles watched her continue unimpeded down the path. The girl proceeded through twists and turns, before finally she came to a long straightaway. As she walked forward, the hedge walls on either side slowly began to climb higher and higher above her. There was no perceptible change in the slope of the ground beneath her, but the walls towered above her now. Finally, she came to the end of the straight path to find a corner. A sharp turn left, and then another right suddenly brought her in front of a wall, but not a dead end. Instead, it appeared to be a stone wall with wooden slats crossing it horizontally, spaced just right to be climbable. The top of the wall looked to be about twenty five feet above her.

The wall didn't look so inviting, however. Tentacles were laced through the woodwork, protruding from between the slats. Some of the tentacles were the same ones her body knew so intimately. Others were the kind she had encountered only briefly - the flat, tongue-like tendrils that had once licked her sex lovingly until she came. They all twisted idly in place, as if waiting for her. Before the girl could approach, her vision flashed, and the brutally raped senior girl appeared in her mind again.

"This is an obstacle. You can continue down this path by scaling this wall. If you complete a transaction, the tentacles will disappear, and you may proceed. However, in this case, you may try to proceed without completing a transaction. If you do, the tentacles will be free to molest you as you attempt to scale the wall." The girl faded with that, leaving Risa to decide.