The creature watched Kenzie's fumbling with the controls, confident that she wouldn't try anything funny now. It didn't even slow in raping Dr. King, keeping the young woman's pussy constantly full as she cried and moaned in its grasp. But as of yet, it hadn't done the same with Dr. Cross, keepign her has a hostage to Kenzie's obedience.

When the containment door was finally opened, the Raktar within slithered out. While Raktar were well documented as preferring to hide their bodies while their tentacles did the work, this one just sat on the floor, in plain sight. Its open appearance also made it clear that, while its tentacles were still swarming the room, none of them were connected to this one. Outside the containment unit, every body on the ship was once again of the same mind, now fully freed. With that taken care of, it was now free to turn its attention to more pleasurable business. 263 knew Kenzie was already expecting what was going to happen next, it didn't really care.

Kenzie had just enough time to see Cross be penetrated and hear her cry out, before tentacles rushed out of the Raktar on the floor, wrapping around her upraised wrists and pushing her backwards. They pinned her back against the wall, holding her upright, with her voluptuous form spread out before the tentacles. The eyes once again watched her as more tentacles descended upon her. But rather than immediately stripping and raping her as they had done to the other women, the tentacles seemed to be taking their time with her. Slowly, the felt along the curves of her sides, tracing from her hips up towards her armpits, while another slid upwards from her navel.

Kenzie watched the thing crawl… slide… roll?... out of the chamber. Its strange mass of flesh seemed to propel itself along like some kind of blob-like snake, rolling itself to move against the floor. The tendrils had maintained their pace against poor Dr. King. She wondered if they’d see each other at group counseling after this. Kenzie was a regular, after all.

“I… I let you out, now let her go! Stop this!” Kenzie demanded, looking about the room… there wasn’t exactly anywhere to “back away” to. The tentacles were coming from everywhere at this point, and she was fairly certain there were multiple raktar present. Had it reproduced that quickly? And how had it gotten out of the cell in the first place? It clearly needed her to release it…

That thought, and any others as to how this might have happened, were put on hold as the creature slammed her back into a wall, again knocking the wind from her curvy form and causing her somewhat restrained breasts to bounce in the skintight suit. She managed to catch her breath quickly this time, but already she felt the things tracing along her sides… up her flat belly as she huffed in and out. “What… the hell are you doing? Just get it over with you lying bastard…” She growled at it, terrified but also angry for a change.

Despite the agent's demands, 263 took its time examining her body, its eye stalks watching her as its tentacles slowly explored her. It found itself enraptured by her. She was more matured than the girls it had raped on Shokushu, and more beautiful than the slaves and test subjects that had been given to it at the last lab. She was clearly no stranger to being violated, and yet she'd found a defiance in her that so few of its victims - even the other women on this station - so often lacked, first time or not. Perhaps she had been raped too much to be truly afraid of it anymore. 263 wondered, with a sadistic twinge, what it would take to make her afraid.

Slowly, its tentacles continued their crawl up her body, slithering up her sides like snakes. The tentacle against her stomach moved up to her sternum, and then slid through the valley between her pronounced breasts. Other tentacles followed, sliding over the surface of her breasts.

"I. Did. Not. Lie," the creature spoke once again into her mind. "I. Did. Not. Say. You. Would. Be. Released." The tentacles began to curl around her ample tits, as another tentacle appeared by the side of her face, stroking her cheek. Its skin felt warm, not so much rough as thick, and not so much slimy as smooth. Underneath the flesh, though, she could feel its muscles - muscles that were known to hurl whole tons of matter through the air like toys. Firmly, the tentacle pressed against her, tracing the lines of her face before moving down to rub against her lips, then back to her cheek. More tentacles traveled down from her waist to coil around her legs. The tentacles encircling her body were already beginning to constrict, in an effort to grope her breasts and thighs.

She twisted her head to the side as the tentacles started to crawl over her… trying to avoid the one that came up to feel along her soft cheek. She clenched her jaw and shut her lips as it drifted over. A whine of disgust and fear tried to force itself from her. She was scared, but there was more on the line than just her well-being this time. She wasn’t so scared, however, that she didn’t take note of its interest in her, to the exclusion of the others. “I… didn’t ask to be released… I asked you to release them…” She growled back to the thing. She wanted out of this hell as well, of course. She carried that gun so that she could prevent this sort of thing if she had to.

Still, she felt it slither up her belly and through the valley of her large breasts, starting to coil around the soft flesh of her globes… the latex-like suit doing little to stop it… actually making it worse as her tits hardened and stood out slightly in the material. A soft “nnngh…” caught in her throat… her sensitive chest sending unwanted lust through her young body. The agent’s trapped hands clenched uselessly as her body shivered.

More tentacles encircled her thighs… despite the blob-like creature she could feel musculature to the appendages, getting the feeling it could easily crush her if it wanted. Instead it was firmly groping at her tits and legs… dangerously close to her crotch, though it wasn’t as if it’s intentions were unclear, especially with the other two women still hanging nearby. Her chest leaped slightly in its grip as her breathing grew faster…

263 could feel the girl's soft body just beneath her skin-tight uniform. The material was especially appealing around her breasts, as it could easily feel the soft, pliable texture of her mounds, and see them press outward almost as if there was nothing covering her at all. The tentacles coiled farther around her tits, and began to squeeze, molesting them as if she were naked. The tips of two tentacles began to rub circles around where her nipples were, and it could already feel her perky nubs. Her growing unwanted arousal was evident in her body, and the creature was all too eager to exploit it.

"I. Didn't. Promise. To. Release. Them. Either," 263 clarified. "All. Of. You. Are. Mine. Now." The tentacle brushing over her face suddenly grabbed her chin and pointed her gaze towards the doctors in its clutches. As if to illustrate its point, the tentacles fucking them started to move faster, forcing them to cry out even louder. The tentacle made Kenzie watch as they were brutally raped in front of her. Cross' back was forced to arch, her massive breasts jutting forward to be toyed with by molesting tentacles as another disappeared between her legs. King's pussy was on full display, stretched wide as it was stuffed full.

Then, with that image burned into her mind, one of the tentacles wrapped around her lower body slid between her legs, and pushed upwards against her crotch. Though her thin suit, 263 could feel the spot where her sex was. The tentacle shaft began grinding against it, pushing itself and the intervening fabric up against her lips and her clit. The tentacle looped up underneath her, sliding between the crack of her ass as well.

"What. Sounds. Will. You. Make. When. I. Rape. You?" 263 wondered aloud to her. The tentacle that had been holding her chin moved down to her suit, beginning to search for a seam or release by which it could remove her clothing, and expose her fully.

Kenzie tugged at the tendrils, screaming in impotent anger as it showed off the other girls’ plights to her. She didn’t want to watch, but the creature kept her gaze focused on the… somewhat (very) erotic display. Neither girl was hard on the eyes and even with Kenzie’s confused sexuality she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little distracted by their plight. Still, she was more concerned about helping them than watching them cum for the monster(s).

The agent’s hips drew back and her breasts puffed out as she gasped, feeling the tentacle pressing hard against her suit’s crotch. She shivered as it continued sliding between her legs and up her backside, pressing the suit into her rear somewhat. She could feel it searching… searching for the latches at her shoulders to release her armor… the zipper covered by nothing more than a flap along her back.

“You greedy son of…” She gasped out. “I… I wo-won’t scream for you!” She cried out, not really convincing even herself.

It didn't exactly take a microscope to see the woman's body reacting to everything that was happening to and around her. 263 could see it clear as day - her nipples hardening under her revealing suit, her breath growing faster, her whole body shivering with a combination of fear and growing anticipation. Even in her mind, 263 could see a confused arousal at what she was watching and what she was feeling. It wasn't rare for a woman to be aroused when it raped her, but it especially enjoyed the ones that harbored a deep, secret desire. It couldn't wait to tease that out of her.

"You. Will. Scream," 263 assured her, as its eyes drew closer to her body. "They. All. Scream. For. Me." It was then that the tentacles found the releases to her armor. Fumbling slightly, they began to undo the latches and removed the hardened components of her suit. The armor pieces clanked as they fell to the floor. But when it came to the softer elements, 263's patience seemed to wane. Rather than bothering with the zipper, tentacles seized at the seams. In rough yanks and tugs, the suit began to tear away, loosening around her body as it was shredded and peeled from her back, though the front of it was still pressed against her tits and hips by virtue of the tentacles wrapped around her there.

Kenzie continued to struggle for a bit, despite KNOWING it was hopeless. After it drew up close to her and started fumbling with her armor, she seemed to cease this for a bit… either waiting for a better chance or just giving up. If it could see into her mind it would see it was a little of both. She knew she couldn’t overpower it and doubted she could escape at all… though she held onto a glimmer of hope, if not for herself than because she wasn’t alone and felt she needed to rescue the others.

She jumped slightly as her armor fell to the floor with a lightweight *clank*. She jumped, nearly yelping but simply drawing in a sharp breath, as it began to shred her bodysuit… determined not to give it what it wanted at least. She could manage that, she convinced herself, even if she couldn’t do much else. Even as she had the thought though, her body huffed in and out, the suit wanting to fall from her as her body reacted to his groping tentacles… nipples straining against the suit now. She could feel heat gathering in her thighs, but tried to maintain a steely gaze… tried not to tremble…

The tentacles continued to pull at the rear of her suit, destroying its figure. Soon, even the leggings were in tatters. The fabric clung to her front entirely through the tentacles that wrapped around her. The creature paused then, only for a second. Then, the tentacles yanked away from her body, pulling the remains of her suit with it, leaving her nubile body completely exposed.

For a moment, the tentacles did nothing. Its eyes floated in front of her, gazing at her nude form, drinking in the sight of her body from multiple angles. Slowly, one of the tentacles returned to her thigh, and began to trace up its length towards her crotch. Slowly, it slid all the way to her sex, before tracing around her outer lips.

"You. Don't. Want. To. Enjoy. This," the voice in her head said. "But. You. Will." Slowly, the tentacle began to move its tip back and forth between her lips. It didn't penetrate her, but simply teased her heated sex like a finger sensually rubbing her entrance.

The agent wanted to whimper and cower… but she tried to stay strong, if only to spite this monster. It seemed all she could do. Still, she jerked as the rest of her suit was finally pulled away and flung to the ground, trembling some in its grip as her naked body was displayed to the Raktar… though it was clearly more than just a Raktar, she had realized.

“Wh… what are you?” She gasped out, wincing and biting at her lip as it began to rub against her sex… not penetrating but sawing back and forth, occasionally against her small clit… working her body up quite expertly, if she was being honest. Both her nipples protruded like bullets from her heaving chest, and her sex was starting to grow damp to her great shame. The dimmed laboratory lights made the creature all the more terrifying, but still managed to illuminate her soft curves for all to see.

For its reputation as a mindless fucking machine, the monster's tentacle teased Kenzie's nethers rather deftly, gently stroking, promising to thrust into her but never delivering. The eyes watched her body's reaction delightedly at her plainly evident arousal. It could feel her pussy growing wetter, and see the blush on her cheeks as she realized it just as much as it did. Her nipples grew harder, and several of its eyes gravitated appreciatively to her breasts, looking over the soft, heavy orbs. Once again, tentacles extended up her back and then around her sides to seize her breasts. They coiled around her firm, squeezable mounds, and this time their skin slid over hers, creating a friction between them.

Behind the tentacles, the two doctors came together, crying out in euphoric shame. Their fluids squirted and dripped audibly from their abused pussies, although the tentacles never stopped having their way with them, even as they climaxed.

Kenzie chewed at her lip even tighter as the appendage neatly sawed back and forth through her sex, never quite slipping all the way in and just giving her body what it increasingly craved. Her belly quivered every time it would slip against her clit for a moment, drawing out flighty breaths from the bound agent. “Nnnngh... damnit… what… what are you waiting for you bastard…” She asked softly, clearly fighting more with her own body than the tentacles binding her by this point.

Those tentacles that had earlier teased at her breasts returned, pushing up her back first some and straightening her back… displaying her fleshy orbs even as the monster seized upon them again. This time there was nothing in between her flesh and the wriggling appendages, and the soft flesh bulged a little between its powerfully coiled arms. “Ahhh…. Ahhhh!” She gasped, trying to keep the high pitched whines and gasps that were becoming more common lodged in her throat… and failing, quite spectacularly.

She opened her eyes between waves of lust, seeing the doctors… both too far gone to help at this point, lost in their body’s needs and conquered by the beast. She could hear its tentacles sliding messily through their folds, and wondered how long before she would be in the same predicament.

The monster's tentacles grew even rougher with her breasts, rolling and squeezing them, lifting and tugging at them. "Your. Body. Longs. To. Be. Ravaged," the voice said. "You're. Aching. To. Be. Raped." It could feel the arousal rising from her body like a wave of heat, so strong that it could practically breathe it in. With every touch against her sex, her body trembled in its clutches, less held captive in its clutches, and more merely held upright. Though, at this point, the force with which it pulled her tits was doing that almost more than the tentacles holding up her arms.

Once again, two more tentacles floated towards her breast, one floating before each nipple. They paused there, bulbous heads pointed towards her hard nipples, like snakes examining an easy meal. Then, they quivered, before their heads split open. Inside, they teemed with much smaller, thinner tendrils, squirming in excitement. The thin appendages leaped out, and coiled around her nipples. They began to rub and tug the hardened buds, pulling them away from the rest of her breasts.

Then, the tentacle near her sex withdrew. For a moment, her nethers were untouched, and Kenzie's chest was the entire source of her stimulation. Then, one of the tentacles encircling her wrists began to move, dragging her arm with it. It moved her hand lower and lower, until finally it came to rest against her own pussy. 263 watched intently, curious what the aroused young agent would do.

The young woman didn’t bother yelling at it or correcting it… it was right after all. Her body was practically begging for it non-verbally by this point, and any sound she made only confirmed it… her lips finally parting a bit to voice soft moans of lust as the tentacles around her breasts kneaded and groped the heavy orbs. Why was it trying to get her off so hard? Whenever she’d heard of Raktar, she’d always heard about violent, sudden attacks where the victims were either killed or raped hard. This one had definitely be modified in some way, though she wished they had found that out in the lab and… not like this.

As the smaller tentacles emerged and seized upon her nipples, she squeaked, eyes bulging a little as she desperately fought to keep from crying out in lust. Her whole body trembled now, legs parting on their own a bit, back arching to thrust her encircled breasts into the creature’s massaging tentacles. The young agent almost rocked back and forth, so hard was she breathing, her belly flexing in and out as she panted.

Finally it moved her hand… its intent obvious. “I… I won’t… I won’t… I won’t...” She chanted at first, clearly talking to herself as much as the creature. As the treatment to her apparently sensitive breasts went on, she felt tears stinging her eyes… she NEEDED to be fucked, even if she was to be raped. Her quivering fingers finally relented, springing at her clit and rubbing hard… though even after a few moments she still wanted more… the girl clenched her eyes shut and in a soft, defeated tone pleaded for it. “P… please… please rape me… please… need to cum… so badly…” She admitted finally, words edging out in between panting breaths.

A lack of a mouth was the only thing that kept 263 from smiling at her words as she gave in. Women like her were so much fun to break. Now, she was like a toy in its tentacles.

She didn't have to ask twice for what she wanted. The tentacle that had left her sex alone returned all at once. She could feel it move past her fingers as it thrust upwards into her in a swift, hard stroke. It filled her pussy instantly, forcing her walls to stretch wide, although her thorough arousal had lubricated her tunnel well. It felt her tight, warm folds envelope it and squeeze around it, begging for it to fuck her. And it obliged. Before she had even recovered from its entry, it immediately began to thrust, hard and mercilessly. The teasing, patient touch that had worked her up so badly was gone, and the hard raping she'd expected began all at once. Tentacles continued to handle her breasts roughly as it fucked her pussy forcefully.