The young woman’s body went ridged as it burst even deeper into her… she’d never felt anything like that and as it continued to fuck her brutally, her mind seemed to shut down save to process pleasure and shock. She gripped at the arms of the chair anew and threw back her head, eyes wide, mouth parted like she was trying to scream, though no sound came out. Her naked body quivered as it reamed into her again and again, spraying her juices gradually across the chair and her legs as it would violently pull out.

The brutal onslaught continued, and even more of the tentacles around her seemed to grow eager to use her ensnared body any way they could. A tentacle slid into her cleavage and began to thrust up and down her chest. The tentacles around her breasts also began to slide back and forth, though as they did so, they surrendered some of the area they covered. They pushed her breasts together, and the exposed flesh covered the tentacle assaulting her cleavage, giving it a warm, tight crevice of her skin to thrust between. Another tentacle went searching for attention lower down, slipping underneath her into the crack of her ass, sandwiched between her butt and the chair. It, too, began sliding back and forth, availing itself of the warmth and softness of her rear.

The creature had been leaving her mouth free, hoping to hear more moans and screams. But shocked silence was all it was getting out of her. If she wasn't going to find a use for that mouth, it would. Another tentacle thrust into her mouth, reaching all the way into her throat.

Kenzie sat immobilized as it held her down, thrusting into her sex, and finally ripping an orgasm from the agent as her body seemed to restart after the shock. Her walls clenched tightly around the invading cock a few times and she managed to get out one scream before it brutally thrust another tendril into her mouth and through it, pushing to her throat and turning the scream of pleasure into a gargled cry. Her heavy chest warmed a little as it began to again slide itself between her breasts, using the tendrils groping at her young tits to mash the fleshy hills around it.

263 was thoroughly enjoying itself, feeling up every inch of the agent's soft body and violating her in almost every way that it could. Only her tightly bound sitting position kept it from thrusting a tentacle into the one hole she still had open, but it the sight of her tied to the chair as she was fucked senseless so much that it opted not to move her. Instead it focused all its attention on the more accessible parts of her body, fucking her pussy, tits, and face relentlessly. It wasn't long before the same familiar urgency gripped the tentacle violating her sex. It began to thrust into her relentlessly, filling her tunnel and her womb, before finally thrusting as deep inside as it could. It began to cum in her, and with the tentacle already taking up so much of her womb, it wasn't long before she began to swell with the sheer volume of it, and what she couldn't hold in began to squirt out of her onto the chair and her thighs.

The pilot’s cabin echoed with the sounds of her violation… squelching, squishing noises filled her ears and surrounded her with how shameful she was acting… how much she was getting off on this creature raping her. The girl felt herself building towards another release, but was beaten there by the creature finding its own climax. A loud cry tried to work past the tentacle throat fucking her as it came in her womb again, filling her up almost instantly and spilling out of her stuffed pussy in what felt like gallons, though she was sure it must have been less. Her belly swelled just slightly as it poured itself into her again, and she orgasmed for her defiler, her sex straining and squeezing around the cumming tentacle… body twitching uncontrollably in her bound position as her chest seemed to strain outwards in a desperate attempt to breath.

The creature was reluctant to offer her even the slightest respite as it filled her body and pushed her to orgasm. Despite her desperate state, the tentacle thrusting from above continued to violate her mouth and throat without pause. Eventually, it did afford her throat just enough space that she wouldn't expire of oxygen deprivation, but it still continued to slide over her lips, tongue, and every inch of her throat she didn't absolutely need for breathing. The one in her sex was even more brazen. The climactic clenching of her walls seemed to have reinvigorated it, and even though it was already spending itself inside her, it began to thrust roughly again. Its pounding forced even more of its warm, thick cum from her pussy to coat her lower body. The tentacles around her breasts constricted tightly, and the tendrils around her nipples tugged at them, trying to give her as much sensory overload as possible to prolong her orgasm.

The agent’s body jerked and twitched as it succumbed to sexual overstimulation. Her eyes rolled back a little once more and her pussy spasmed around the invader, continued to pump it of its cum even as it poured into her. At the same time, it didn’t seem to be stopping or even slowing down, and her body cried out both for reprieve and for more. Fortunately it had allowed a bit of oxygen to reach her lungs, though she was already in a state of delirium, only able to process what was being done to her young, glistening body. Its fluids poured out and onto the floor, making sloppy noises as it was plunged from her sex.

At last, the tentacle inside her abused pussy finished its ejaculation. Slowly, almost reluctantly, it withdrew. But that only earned her a moment of emptiness, before another tentacle took its place and continued its work on her sexy, tired body. It would fuck her on and on, and eventually cum inside her, and at some point before that, the tentacle in her mouth would cum as well, filling her throat and her stomach with its bitter goo. For as long as the ship flew without need of intervention, her body would be a toybox of perverse violation to the tentacles.

Kenzie groaned and twitched as she started to come down, the tentacle pulling from her sexy with a squishing noise. Before she could relax though, another tentacle had taken its place, jabbing into her freshly freed sex. It seemed to (and in fact did, this time) go on and on, until her throat and pussy were raw, her stomach was filled with the alien spunk. Rational thought had left her at some point during the journey and the monster was basically fucking a living sex doll for much of the time, her young body jerking and cumming and squeezing around it but not really reacting much beyond that.

The monster didn't seem to need much reaction out of her. It had stopped talking to her long ago, depriving her of any vocal interaction that might have saved her from sex-addled madness. And the ferocity with which it fucked her mouth and pussy implied that it wasn't really going for her pleasure. It was only using her body, having no need for her to be anything more than a set of warm, tight holes. That and a cum receptacle, it seemed. Every new tentacle that raped her built to its own climax, filling her body with as much of it as would stay inside, and letting the rest of their loads spill out onto her, the seat, and the floor. Event the tentacles around her tits seemed to be playing with her just for the sheer enjoyment of it.

"Are. You. Still. In. There?" the monster's voice finally rang inside her. "Maybe. This. Will. Recapture. Your. Attention." The tentacle in her mouth suddenly withdrew to her mouth and came, but it wasn't the same spunk that had filled her again and again. The fluid was lighter, and sweeter, clearly different than what it had been pumping her full of so far.

The young woman didn’t respond to its taunting… she wasn’t “there” at all it seemed, her mind overloaded by wave after wave of pleasure and abuse, feeling her belly swell just slightly at the onrush of seed as it flowed through her womb and was eventually forced out of her pussy around the thick phallus still plunging her depths.

She groaned softly as a new taste crossed her lips, though it was heavily mixed with an ample coating of the previous spunk that had coated her mouth… her entire body by this point.

The monster chuckled softly to itself. Whether she was cognizant enough to respond or not, it would continue to violate its new fucktoy until the end of the jump. However, even if she couldn't make conscious responses, 263 reasoned that some part of her might like to know the source of this new treat it was forcing down her throat. Perhaps she'd appreciate it once she came to from this round of rape.

Kenzie's mind filled with images, and once again, she saw Jen the comms officer, right where she'd been - lying on the floor, entangled in tentacles and being brutally fucked in every hole. She moaned and bobbed as she was raped, and at last, her body contorted with an orgasm. As she climaxed, Kenzie could see the tentacle in her pussy pulse, as her girlcum was pumped out of her and down the length of the tentacle. Moments later, another pulse of the sweet fluid filled Kenzie's mouth.

When it was no longer enough to completely break her body and mind, the monster again began to fill her mind with images of her new friend being held down, not unlike herself. She watched as Jen, like herself, quickly came for the monster as her taut, toned body was filled. Kenzie could even swear she could hear the other woman crying out in orgasm, though that might have actually been Kenzie’s own voice as her body bucked again in release… her nipples standing hard atop each captured breast as her sex leaked their combined efforts onto the seat, floor, and her thighs. She gulped noisily as the appendage emptied more of its sweet tasting spunk down her throat…

Just when it seemed like the beast might keep Kenzie in that seat forever, drowned in her own forced sexual pleasure, an alert began to beep on the ship's control console. 263 paid heed, recognizing that this signal probably meant they were approaching their destination, and that Kenzie might have to once again serve a purpose other than being ceaselessly fucked. As if on command, the tentacles came inside her, filling her one more time with their seed, pouring into her womb and down her throat and coating her body. Then they withdrew. Although she was no longer being ravaged, 263 wondered belatedly if it had left her with enough mental wherewithal to do whatever she'd need to do to fly the ship. It began scanning her memories for instructions, in case it had to take control itself.

Kenzie groaned past the tentacle currently down her throat, and as if in response, it deposited another load of the sweet tasting spunk into her mouth and sex, before withdrawing quickly, her pussy making a wet noise as it was finally emptied. Its seed spilled easily from her spread channel for a second before it was stopped, only squirting out as she would occasionally spasm in one last orgasm.

Given time, she would be alright again, but for the moment, the monster had all but fucked her senseless, leaving her a moaning, cum covered mess… hardly able to pilot a ship.