Risa wept as she realized that her plan wasn’t really going to work out as she had planned. That wasn’t to say that it didn’t seem to actually be working, which it was. The exhausted teen could feel the slow, creeping onset of disorientation leading to unconsciousness. Indeed, her experiences up to that point dealing with auto-asphyxiation were nonexistent. She had grossly misjudged how long such a process actually took; after all, in the movies it happened over the matter of a few seconds.

Instead, she only became acutely aware of the situation concerning her poor, abused asshole, which in her opinion had no business being involved in any sexual activities in the first place! She sucked hard at the tentacle in her throat, hoping to coax him deeper and maybe bring about her blissful escape from this nightmare reality that much sooner. Her gorgeous, blue-grey eyes widened to the size of saucers as the first few tendrils barely wiggled their way into her overstuffed anal passage. The splitting sensation that came with this intrusion mirrored the agony visited upon her gaping cunny just inches below. Her hips were going to snap like a wishbone any second, she was sure of it!

Then, just like so many times before, when Risa thought that she’d been brought to the lowest depths of depravity, the monster proved that she could be dragged further down. With a savage pull, her outstandingly beautiful figure was yanked back onto the remaining tentacles knocking at her back door. The girl’s fingers clawed the air in a frenzy of pain as her vision went white for a moment from the unthinkable level of elasticity her heavily-loved tunnels had achieved. To her absolute horror, the tentacles coiled about her midriff and lower chest began to swing her back and forth onto the already-thrusting tentacles. Even looking at the scene through the monster’s vision hurt her; it didn’t even look physically possible!

No! Noooo! The damn tentacle slipped out of her throat at the last second before she touched unconsciousness. Before she could even stop herself, her cute little nostrils sucked in a big gulp of fresh air. Suddenly, everything came back to her in sharpened, painful definition. She sobbed and moaned as the cruel bastard spat up a burst of alien spunk right onto her tongue, and drenched her taste buds in his foul sauce. Her face jerked in surprise as it was splattered by more of the smelly, sticky gunk. The message was clear: ‘You are mine. This stops when I say it stops, and no sooner.’ Risa lowered her face in a submissive gesture of understanding just before the tentacle claimed her mouth and throat again. The girl went limp in the grasp of her captor for a short time, but ultimately the monster would get whatever reaction he desired out of her.

So that’s exactly what he did. Before her exhausted brain could even comprehend what she was seeing, the three vibrators had affixed themselves to her aching clitoris. She jumped, despite her resolve to be a dead fish, and started to writhe exotically as tiny tendrils encased her pink pearl in a sheath of overwhelming stimulation. Risa immediately came, screaming her young lungs out while she did so. She half-gasped, half-sobbed as she felt her nipples also get trapped in cocoons of vibrating tendrils. Her beautiful, cum-slathered body thrashed as every nerve in her entire figure went totally haywire. Her young, innocent brain felt like it was being boiled in her own skull by the searing hot levels of pain mixed with pleasure. Every dial in her head was reading red levels. She was certain that within the next minute or so, she would either be dead or wish that she was.

Despite Risa quickly approaching her limit for any more sensory overload, the tentacles continued to pound into her. The things were like a machine gone haywire, pounding away at her tirelessly and unpredictably, each part working on its own to stretch her hole as wide as it could go. If these were to be her final moments, she could be sure they'd be utterly, terribly remarkable. For minutes that felt like years, the tentacles continued to ravage her, inducing orgasms and pounding away right through them. There seemed to be no end to the monster's depravity, no satiation to its lust. There was only the rape now - just an endless assault that filled her with pain and forced her pleasure in spite of it. And every time she dared to wonder how much longer it could continue, they only fucked her harder. Every part of her belonged to the tentacles now, and they used her for every ounce she was worth.

Her mind was on its last legs. She'd been fucked senseless, and her body was beyond exhausted. Just as she felt as though her mind was surely about to slip away, and leave her body an empty shell for the tentacles to ravage for eternity, they sped up into a frenzy. Every tentacle pounded into her with a burst of aggression, desperately stirring her up. They thrust into her a dozen times, before each tentacle pushed in as far as it could reach and held itself inside. It was hard for her to tell at first; the tentacles in her lower body continued to vibrate, continuing to stimulate her, and they might as well have still been thrusting for all she could feel. But she did feel the tentacle in her mouth thrust all the way down her throat, until its head poked into her stomach. The tentacles squirmed inside her, signifying what she had come to recognize as their imminent release.

And she wasn't wrong. After a few short seconds, the tentacles unloaded into her. Tentacle cum filled her womb, stomach, and bowels, flowing hot and thick into her, on and on. Not only did the biggest tentacles release into her, but the smaller tentacles did as well, beginning to immediately fill up her pussy and rectum with spunk. The thick goo quickly started to squirt out of her holes, still mostly filled with the tentacles. With no where inside her to put their load, the smaller tentacles withdrew, still spraying like fire hoses, and turn their attention on her back. They moved all over her, spraying her down with thick, sticky goo. They painted her whole body a sickly brownish white. She was coated from head to toe. Not even her hair was spared. And still the larger tentacles continued to spray into her desecrated womb and her violated ass. As her stomach grew heavy, the tentacle in her mouth withdrew, and she could taste the goo painting her throat, and finally being shot directly into her mouth. The tentacle held its head between her soft lips, and forced her to swallow shot after shot of its thick cum.

Her insides started to swell as she was pumped full of more and more cum. Finally, the tentacles still inside her drew back, still spraying their ooze onto her crotch as they pulled free of her holes. Cum sprayed from her orifices as her insides contracted to roughly their original shape. Her holes gaped in exhaustion, allowing even more splooge to drool lazily out of her. Finally, the torrent of cum slowed to a trickle, and then drips, which the tentacles dribbled over her back. When they'd finally finished, they pulled back. They shoved themselves inside her once more, giving her two forceful thrusts, as if they were reluctant to part with her body, and it seemed like they might start to rape her all over again. But, for the first time, they relented, and drew back out and away from her. The tentacle in her mouth withdrew as well, gracing her face with a parting burst of cum. The tendrils around her nipples and clit fell away, and for the first time in what felt like hours, she was left with no stimulation. Then, the tentacles started to slowly lower her to the ground.

In those final minutes, Risa held two separate but equal perspectives as to what was happening to her. The first perspective was in her mind, where she was simply overwhelmed by the sheer volume and intensity of the combined stimulation and pain that her body was subjected to. Here, her mind also perceived vision from her alien partner as to just how she looked like, pinned in mid-air by a swarm of thrusting skewers and rocked back and forth like a sex toy. The second perspective came from her body, which was acutely aware of every single tentacle against and inside of herself. In this case, each tentacle was like a single instrument within a great orchestra, and her body hung upon each note that was played. It was this secondary insight from her body that allowed Risa to experience one earth-shattering orgasm after another, even as she was being fucked into oblivion.

The girl had believed that she’d either expire or pass out after two or three minutes of such intense ravishing, but it most definitely went on for much longer than that and she remained painfully lucid through every last second of it. She became lost in an eternity of nothing but the sensation of having over a dozen tentacles stuffed in her lower holes, pounding away out of synch and with reckless abandon, while yet more tentacles devoured her clit and nipples. Throughout the entire event, there was not an ounce of gentleness or kindness showed to her. Not even the slightest mercy was gifted to her. The monster took it all as it pleasured itself using her young, helpless body.

After a lifetime of knowing nothing but the most extreme forms of pleasure and pain in equal measures, Risa felt her alien subduers thrust deep into every available hole and squirm excitedly in anticipation of what they were about to gift her. There were so many of them, the girl could swear she heard them pumping as they filled her to capacity within seconds, and then kept right on cumming anyways. Risa felt no relief in their orgasms, as she was filled to the point that it hurt to contain so much cum inside of herself. Some of them pulled out, only to turn their jets upon her outer body. Her skin felt the hot splashes as she was marked and painted by the foreign cream. The tentacle in her throat filled her to the rim, withdrew to her mouth only to tilt her head back, and then fed her spurt after thick spurt of yet more cum. Like the good girl that she was, Risa tried her best to swallow everything she was given, but there just didn’t seem to be anywhere for it to go.

When she’d been drenched both inside and out, the last of the tentacles did finally withdraw from her limp, degraded body. Through the monster’s vision, she watched through a numb haze as cum gushed out of every hole. When the cum waterfalls slowed to trickling streams, the tentacles returned for a couple more deep thrusts. Risa’s body jerked responsively, but her voice only uttered the smallest whimper. To her surprise, after just two thrusts, the tentacles left her. The one in her mouth was the last to leave her warm, soft interior. It left her with a final splatter of hot spunk on her face, like the parting kiss of a lover. Although cum covered her eyelids, and prevented her sight, she was aware of the sensation of being slowly lowered down. Her shared vision with the eye stalks confirmed this, and she could see also the pool of cum that waited for her on the floor below. Risa knew, it was a bed fit for a dirty tentacle slut like herself. She no longer cared; she only wished for the sweet embrace of darkness to sweep over her mind.

The tentacles lowered Risa to the floor with surprising gentleness. The sizable puddle of mixed sex fluids beneath her rippled as her body was laid down in it. The cooling fluids clung to her skin, but in made little difference in light of the massive quantities of the stuff that already covered her body. The tentacles released her from their grip and withdrew. Without a single gesture to acknowledge her, they began to retract back from where they'd come, retreating around the book shelves and into the vent. Within seconds, the grating clanged shut, and the room was empty except for Risa and the proof of her defilement beneath her.

Risa sighed with exhaustion as she felt the cool embrace of the puddle against her front. Her fingers scratched lightly against the tiles as she tried to crawl for the door, but she was unconscious mere seconds later.

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She awoke an indeterminate amount of time later, screaming and swiping at the air. When she paused to take in her surroundings, Risa realized that she was in the school nurse’s office. She slapped her face into her hands and wept heavily while the nurse came in.

“Bad dream?” asked the sweet, female voice, “How’s your head feeling, sweety. You had a bad fall in that classroom yesterday.”

Risa, confused by what she was hearing, didn’t respond. Instead she gingerly reached up and touched a bandage wrapped around her head, only to have her hand smacked away lightly by the nurse.

“Ah-ah! Don’t touch it. I’ll just remove the bandages here since it wasn’t too serious, but I don’t want you touching this area while you recover. Furthermore, I’ve written you a medical pass for one week to stay in bed in your dorm room until you’ve made a full recovery. Come see me then, and I’ll clear you to return to your class schedule, do you understand?” the nurse spoke quickly as she unwrapped the bandage and set out some clean clothes for Risa to change into.

“B-But... I...” Risa thought about how she could possibly explain what had really happened to her. How had her head been wounded, anyways? She had no memory of ever hitting it.

“No excuses, Ms. Klinginberg. This isn’t a polite suggestion; it’s doctor’s orders. Now hurry along, get dressed and get back to your room. You have a lot of resting up to do if you’re going to recover in time that you don’t fall behind in your assignments,” the nurse was up and out of the room before Risa could even ask for her to stay.

The teen sighed, and then gingerly tried to move her limbs. To her surprise, she wasn’t that sore. Well, she was a little achy, but she probably should’ve been immobilized by what she had gone through earlier.

Risa dressed herself easily; her body felt only slightly worse for wear. She definitely felt like she needed a nap. Her head did feel a bit fuzzy, like it had been stuffed with cotton candy, and her vision blurred around the edges as she walked across the campus towards the dorms.

Her dorm room was empty. One half was already set up: the side that her mysterious roommate had taken. The other bed was still topped with all of her luggage. Outside, the new day was already in full swing. She’d either been on the classroom floor, or in the nurse’s office all night and into the morning. Who had found her? How had she arrived at the nurse’s office? Why did she have a head injury, but nothing marking her savage, inhuman rape? She wanted to go back down to the classroom and have a look around, but by now that room was already back in use. Would she really find a puddle of alien sex fluids just laying there in the center of the floor? Maybe the monster had cleaned up the place afterwards, and knocked her head to throw off its presence. That still didn’t explain why noone seemed to care to ask her any questions; even if the monster had cleaned up, her clothes had been torn off her. Whoever had found her would’ve found her naked. Hell, she woke up naked in the nurse’s office with a head injury! How could the nurse even justify that!?

She had so many more questions, but there was no way she could go out and get any answers in the condition that she was in. In an exhausted daze, the girl undressed down to just her panties, and then crawled into bed. She shoved the luggage onto the floor unceremoniously, and drifted off to a dreamless sleep. Her last thoughts were that once she was cleared of her medical leave, she was going to get some answers.