For a few precious seconds, it seemed as though the ordeal really might have been over. As the tentacle finished pumping its unknown ooze down Risa's throat, its movements slowed, as did the movements of the other tentacles caressing her body. The tentacles holding her arms let her relax a bit, and everything that was groping her body slowed to a halt, each tentacle pausing wherever it was touching her. Slowly, the tentacle in her mouth began to retract, clearing her throat and finally allowing her to breathe again, even if its continued presence required it be through her nose. As the head of the tentacle retreated to her mouth, a thin trickle of ooze drizzled across her tongue.

Unbeknownst to Risa, her prayers that the assault had ended when the tentacle shot its load into her stomach had influenced 263 into a temporary lull. Over the last few weeks, it had been encountering new sensations with every victim - fear, arousal, confusion. It had begun to sense the emotions of its victims, though it didn't truly understand emotions and had insufficient sentience to appreciate this new development. None the less, it had steadily started to respond to the thoughts of those around it, particularly the girls it had attacked. And right now, Risa's cautious relief at feeling the tentacle in her mouth retract had coaxed it into a satisfied relief of its own.

But it was not relieved, nor was it finished. Whatever new influences it had begun to discover, there was a much more primal, powerful instinct underneath it all. That instinct demanded that this new girl scream and be fucked senseless. And that instinct was about to break through.

Just as it seemed as if the tentacles might let her go, they tensed up. Risa could swear she felt the things growl hungrily, although they made no sound. A second later, there was a surge of energy through the tentacles all around her, and suddenly she was yanked backwards by the tentacles around her torso and arms pulled her back. The tentacle in her mouth popped free as she was yanked backwards. Her lower body popped free of the coils around her legs and hips, losing her shoes and one sock in the process as she fell backwards onto her butt.

Behind her, the tentacles laced through the room began to writhe and thrash wildly, upturning desks and chairs and scattering them across the room. The arms around her pulled her to her back and dragged her backwards towards the thrashing tentacle maw. Looking down, she could see dozens more tentacles surge forward from between the bookshelves and slithered after her helpless body. They moved fast and purposefully. By the time the tentacles stopped dragging Risa, she was completely surrounded by undulating tentacles, trapped and helpless.

Then, another tentacle extended through the air from over the bookshelf she'd so carelessly approached. It pointed towards her as its head floated nearer. As it approached, it began to squirm fiercely. The gentle bulb of its head shrunk into a much rounder orb. After a moment, the skin around the tip of the tentacle split in half and retracted. In its place was another layer, this one slimy and moist. In the center was a black slit, covered in a clear membrane of skin. It looked very much like a strange, alien eye, and it seemed to behave like one, too. It moved near her face, staring at her, unblinking, as if examining her. Seconds later, more tentacles appeared behind it and underwent the same transformation, they moved around her, focusing on her body from different angles. One moved in to point towards her heaving chest, while another moved near the ground, staring between her legs at her crotch, still shielded by her skirt and panties.

Risa’s cute, little nostrils flared as she sucked in one big gulp of air after another in order to catch up to her body’s demands for oxygen. While the tentacle had pulled back out of her tight throat, it did fully evacuate her mouth. Instead, it settled itself down on top of the girl’s poor, helpless tongue. The pink muscle wriggled with agitation as it was pinned down to the floor of her mouth by the sheer bulk and weight of the intruder. Risa’s upper body shuddered and her voice moaned with disgust as she felt the tip spill a little bit of leftover ooze onto her tastebuds; yuck!

Still, hope remained for all of a few wonderful seconds as the girl noticed that her assailants had all calmed down considerably. Maybe now that they had defiled her mouth and throat, and groped her nearly to the point of soreness, they’d just slither away satisfied. They were even beginning to loosen up. Risa considered whether she should try to wiggle out of her restraints, or if it’d be better just to “play dead” so to speak.

As it turned out, neither was an option. Without warning or conceivable provocation, Risa screamed through her living gag as she was suddenly and violently jerked backwards. She lost the nasty customer in her mouth, thank god, but in the process she also lost her shoes and one sock to the coils slipping off of her legs. Well, at least she hadn’t lost any other clothing... or maybe she shouldn’t jinx it by thinking about it like that. There were all sorts of terrible crashing as chairs and desks were thrown aside to clear a large space in the center of the classroom. Hey, at least she didn’t feel like she needed to call for help. If nobody responded to this racket, then there was simply no one within earshot to hear her pleas for help anyways.

Risa whimpered as she was dragged along on her back and deposited unceremoniously in the middle of a ring of tentacles. She was completely surrounded on all sides by the writhing lengths. By now, the girl knew the strength of even a single one would be sufficient to hold her frail form down. There was no escape. She was cornered and alone, and if she didn’t do something real quick then she had a good feeling all sorts of bad things were going to be done to her. One tentacle seemed to stand out from the rest, however. It came swooping in from a higher angle, and then violently split open to reveal a gooey orb beneath. In fact, it looked like some sort of creepy, monstrous eye.

The girl gasped with horror as it moved close to her face, and stared at her with malevolent, inhuman intelligence. More eye stalks were created, or unsheathed. She didn’t really know how they worked, but she did know that they really creeped her the hell out. Her eyes followed some of them as they moved around her, and looked at her from different angles, some of them quite inappropriate.

Risa gritted her teeth as she reached for her resolve. Alright girl, do or die time. With no tentacles around her sculpted legs, Risa knew this was her chance for a little payback, if not her ticket to freedom. With acrobatic grace, she curled her lower back and lifted her ass off the floor. Her legs swung out in a sweeping arc, aimed at the eye stalks floating around her body in the hopes of doing hitting some of them. Of course, Risa had no formal martial arts training to do the maneuver correctly, but she’d successfully used it against a bullying older brother when she was a little girl. That counted as combat experience, right?

The eye stalks moved slowly towards Risa as she lay on the floor, bound by her arms and upper body. While the eyes were not a typical part of 263's anatomy, it could produce them at will. Of late, 263 had developed a particular habit of nspecting its victims visually as it started to take them. It was especially fond of observing them as it stripped their clothing, though it neither knew nor cared why. Unfortunately, the reason it usually unmade these appendages while not in use was that they were far more vulnerable than its standard tentacles - both to bright light and brute force. And while a regular tentacle could be retracted or discarded without much trouble at the first touch of danger, it found pain in its eye-stalks to be much more disorienting. Usually, this wasn't a problem when taking humans, as they tended to be too panicked or tied up to even consider striking at the eyes.

Risa, however, turned out to be neither. As 263 moved in, almost arrogant in its dominance over her, the girl suddenly raised her legs and swung at one of the approaching eyes. Her movements were sloppy, and unpracticed. But her targets were numerous, and her adrenaline-fueled attack had a not-inconsiderable amount of force behind it. The kick connected with the eye stalk closest to her privates, and set it reeling. The other tentacles shuddered and swayed unsteadily as 263's entire nervous system was thrown into chaos. Risa could feel the tentacles around her arms and midriff loosen as the arms staggered.

“Haha!” Risa cried out victoriously as she felt her bare feet whack one of the eye stalks with satisfying force. As soon as the sloppy kick finished its movement, the girl found that her assailant was reeling from the blow. Even the tentacles around her arms and torso had loosened! This was it! The chance that she’d been waiting for. She thrashed desperately in an attempt to completely free herself from her bonds. As she did, her legs started to kick out viciously in straight jabs directed at other nearby eye stalks. It was a dirty tactic, kicking a guy while he was down, but Risa needed to keep this thing on the ropes!

Given the erratic movement of the tentacles around her, Risa's hurried, untrained kicks were less successful in finding targets than her first sneak attack. Still, a few kicks landed, and each was rewarded with a satisfying burst of renewed flailing on the part of the stalks and the other tentacles. They began to back away from her, mostly out of random, panicked movement of their own. Overwhelmed by her ongoing kicks, 263 lacked the coordination to keep its tentacles wrapped very tight, and Risa was able to slip her arms free of their bindings, and begin to dislodge the arm around her waist. As she worked at her bindings, none of the other tentacles seemed to be able to react to her.

Risa kept kicking until she wiggled free from the tentacles binding her upper body. Not all of her kicks landed, but enough of them did to keep her assailant distracted while she worked. As soon as she had slipped out from their holds, Risa leapt to her feet and smoothed down her skirt, which had hiked up above her waist while she had been kicking madly.

The girl had no idea how long she had before the beast recovered, but if she didn’t try now then she was going to miss her best chance at freedom right now. There was still no clear way out of the room, so Risa had to risk just bolting straight through a patch of tentacles in the hopes that she’d be able to tear past them before they could react. She decided that if she made it through their perimeter, she’d make straight for the door, close and lock it, and then run straight to her dorm room and lock herself in there until classes started the next day.

The tentacles between her and the door were densely packed, mostly still prone on the floor. As such, it was impossible for her to move through them without accidentally stepping on one or brushing against another here and there. But they seemed to still be thoroughly dazed, and she made quick progress through their masses. The door grew closer by the second, and it seemed like she really might make it.

Unfortunately for her, her combat strength was less than impressive. With the element of surprise, she'd managed to land a blow that, with the proper power, could have significantly stunned 263, or even forced it to retreat completely. Sadly, hers was not the proper power. The feeling tentacles were also nowhere near as sensitive as the eye stalks. Every touch she made against them, even every time she stepped on them only served as the neural equivalent of a shoulder tap, helping it focus. By the time Risa had made it more than halfway to the door, the wave of pain-induced vertigo had settled, and 263's attention was refocusing on its target. The eye stalks, now safely distanced from Risa, followed her progress.

263 was not vindictive. It didn't have the level of emotional intelligence required for vengeance or even anger. So it felt nothing about what Risa had done to it. But it was smart enough to know when its prey was escaping, and this was something it would not allow.

As Risa cleared the field of tentacles and bolted for the door, the last tentacle she'd stepped over turned and swung in a wide arc towards her. She was nearly to the door, so tantalizingly close that she could already feel herself throwing it open and rushing through, when the tentacle struck her in the legs, knocking her feet out from under her.

The rush to the door was nerve-wracking. At any moment, Risa fully expected the monstrous menagerie of tentacles to leap to the attack. Still, she held onto the hope that she would make it in time, and that she’d yet realize her freedom from this weird close encounter. She dared to let herself really believe she was going to reach the door as she closed the distance to within just a few feet. Her legs passed the final tentacle, and the girl leaned forward with her body to allow herself to open the door as soon as she hit it.

That moment, however, would never come. Within a painfully short distance of the portal to her salvation, Risa was suddenly flipped up into the air. She screamed out as she felt the tentacle connect with her calves and sweep through her legs to completely throw off her balance. Her knees caught the majority of the impact with the hard tiles as she sprawled face-first onto the floor. Her legs were ringing with pain, but after bleeding a few seconds off the clock to reorient herself, Risa pushed herself up on her hands and knees. Desperate with the need to reach the door, she began to crawl towards the handle without bothering trying to stand up again. Her hand reached up towards the knob, while tears of panic stained her flushed cheeks.

Her hand was only feet from the door knob, then inches. She was so close. Just another second and she could grab it. But it was a second she didn't have. As she reached for the door, tentacles wrapped around her ankles. Her fingers barely brushed the doorknob before she was suddenly yanked back by her legs. She could see the door moving away from her as she was on her stomach backwards. The tentacles pulled her roughly, until she was practically back where she started. Then more tentacles coiled around her thighs and flipped her onto her back, and all she could see was the mass of tentacles rushing towards her. Tentacles shot forward and wrapped around her wrists, pulling them to the side. She was completely immobilized now, all her limbs bound and outstretched. She could still lift her head, but her back was pressed against the ground by her attackers.

The eye stalks from before floated around her, although they kept more distance from her this time, not taking any chances even with her limbs bound. As soon as they were in position, the other tentacles rushed at her. Although 263 was not vindictive, it had grown impatient with its target's struggles. No sooner had the tentacles reached her than they began grabbing at her uniform. Her jacket was the first to go, grabbed in tufts by the strong tentacles. She could feel it be pulled every which way, and hear it tearing at the seams. Tentacles looped through the sleeves, and soon she felt the whole thing burst away from her body, stretched beyond its limits by the impatient appendages. Her revealed blouse fell next, as the tentacles set about digging into its wrinkles and fastenings. Tentacles reached between the button-down front and ripped it open, exposing her bra-clad chest. The rest met the same treatment as her jacket, shredded and torn aside one piece at a time. At the same time, tentacles ravaged her skirt, pulling at it with unyielding force. Several tentacles squirmed underneath it and popped through the waistline, and began pulling in different directions at once. The fabric quickly gave way and fell away from her hips, falling to the ground behind her.

The girl's uniform lay in tatters, weakly clinging to her body or scattered around her on the floor. Only her underwear remained to cover what little shame she had left. But the vast portions of naked skin was more than enough for 263 to resume its exploration of her body, and its tentacles fell all over her, slithering over her stomach and arms, around her thighs, and over her chest. Some of them reached for her face, rubbing themselves over her cheeks, chin, and forehead with delicate dexterity.

But this light petting was only the beginning of what was to come. In seconds, more tentacles crawled up her stomach and pressed against her breasts, before extending and coiling around them like snakes. They began to squeeze and fondle her tits over her bra, as they had before, and their heads began to press at her nipples through the thin cloth. Farther down, the tentacles around her legs began to extend over her crotch. Several tentacles felt over her panties experimentally, gently caressing her mound. Then a bolder tentacle pressed into the space between her legs. Twisting itself, it pressed its length against her pussy through her panties, and began grinding itself up and down.

“Nnnoooo!” Risa screamed in frustration as her fingers slipped off of the smooth, metal doorknob. She clawed desperately at the floor for some sort of purchase before she was pulled too far away, but it was no use. Her eyes watched in despair as the door got farther and farther away by the second, until she was nearly pulled back to the center of the room. In that time, the girl allowed her sadness boil into anger.

“Stupid, stupid, pervy tentacles! Let go of me! Leave me alone, you creeps!” she growled as she was grabbed about the thighs, and flipped over onto her back. Immediately, the buxom student began to thrash about blindly in search of a target to take out her anger on. She lifted her head up in time to see the mass of tentacles coming for her, but her reaction was too slow to bring any form of attack to bear. By the time she started to lift her arms to engage her foes, a pair of tentacles snapped out and caught her by the wrists.

Risa yelped with anger and frustration, her beautiful, young body bucked and thrashed within the bonds that secured her to the cold floor. She finally paused when she made visual contact with a few of the eye stalks. Her gaze moved around to the different ones looming over her at a safe distance, her soft features set in a look of stubborn defiance, despite her rather hopeless position.

As a perceived act of retribution for her earlier assault, the tentacles suddenly rushed her en masse. Risa’s hardened features broke as she beheld the rushing lengths coming for her prone, helpless figure. She screamed as they began to tear her clothes from her budding curves. Her voice continued to yelp and gasp as she was yanked this way and that by the vicious tugs and pulls of the attackers. They backed off only long enough for Risa to realize that she was effectively stripped down to hear bra and panties... and one sock.

From this angle, she could clearly see the way her bra strained to contain her full, firm breasts as she breathed way too hard for her own liking. It was embarrassing to think that she might be enticing this thing with the way her chest heaved up and down. She gulped, and tried to calm herself down a little to lessen the swelling of her chest and the racing pace of her heart, but it didn’t work in the slightest. Risa wallowed in her shame for only a couple of seconds before the tentacles lunged at her again.

With the majority of her clothes out of the way, the tentacles busied themselves with rubbing lewdly against her naked flesh in as many places as they could reach. Risa tried to twist her face away as several coils nuzzled up against her like a pack of affectionate kittens. The girl knew that she should be disgusted with what was happening to her, and she was, but... Something weird and unknown stirred within her at getting petted all over like that. A strange sort of tingling inside of her lower belly that resonated with some dark corner of her mind which she’d never before known to exist. Confused, but afraid to open her mouth for fear of getting orally penetrated again, Risa squeezed her eyes and mouth shut as she softly whimpered beneath the constant attention all along her gorgeous, young figure.

Even this small resistance would prove to be short-lived. The touch to her sensitive breasts were bad enough, especially when they stroked against her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. She wanted to wail as her tender peaks began to harden beneath the treatment, the tentacles bobbing like ships in a rocky sea as her chest heaved deeply and quickly with the onset of her unwanted arousal. The final stroke, however, came from below. Strangely enough, Risa was more worried about the tentacles on her chest than the ones in her lap, but she had no experience with anyone fooling around in there before.

But when a single tentacle’s blunt tip pressed powerfully up against her slit and twisted, Risa let her lips fall apart as she sharply gasped for breath and arched her back reactively. When the little demon started to grind against her, the girl let a moan slip before she snapped her jaw shut in horrid embarrassment.

‘Alluris Valentine Klinginberg, you are not getting turned on by this monster,’ she scolded herself in her mind, using a tone that her mother would have approved of. Yet, when that tentacle slid up to the top of her slit, she felt her mouth open again as she groaned out loud in a purely instinctual reaction to the jolt of incredible pleasure that she felt there. ‘What the hell is wrong with me!?’ her mind raged in utter confusion and horror, ‘This isn’t right! It isn’t fair! Am I a slut? Is that what my body is trying to tell me? I don’t want to be a slut! Please, oh just stop touching me there!’

263 had no intention of stopping. Whatever Risa's mind was screaming, her body and her voice were responding exactly the way it liked. Those sweet moans and terrified whimpers were music to its audio receptors. It was the only thing more delicious to its mind than the delightful scent of the girl, or the pheromones she was starting to release in her reluctant arousal. And while 263 did not directly pursue those moans with another oral insertion, it did desire that she make more of them.

To this end, the tentacle against Risa's slit began to move harder and faster the more that she moaned. It slid its length against her sensitive folds like a snake, soft lumps and irregularities in its skin providing occasional extra stimulation for Risa's swollen nethers. It could feel her soft figure, and delighted when she involuntarily twitched and shuddered under its touch. It could smell her arousal building, but more than that, 263 could feel it. It could sense the primal response that she fought so desperately to banish from her mind. Her thoughts were lust and struggle, and so it struggled back in its lust, working its appendages more aggressively against her lithe body.

Nowhere was this increase of ferocity more apparent than her breasts. The tentacles coiled around her soft mounds began to twist and squeeze them more quickly, rolling them in circles, pushing them together and then separating them again. Even on her back, her breasts stood up prominently, and the tentacles were all to eager to add their support. As the alien molestation continued, the tentacles began to brush up against the edges of her bra more frequently. They evidently found this annoying, as after enough encounters they turned their attention to the obstructing garment. Tips of several tentacles wormed their way underneath the cups, and Risa could feel their warm skin brush against the tips of her breasts and her nipples. They pulled away from her, tugging the bra forward and exposing her tits to the air and the watchful eyes. The elastic straps pulled tight against her back, but the garment didn't yield or tear.

The tentacles continued their struggle with the booby trap for several more seconds, adding no small amount of straining discomfort to Risa's back and shoulders. Then they slackened their hold. Stretched as the garment was, it hung loosely and uselessly around Risa's chest, but it wouldn't leave her body. Then another tentacle appeared in front of her. As she watched it, its head began to elongate into a thin, long, curved finger. The finger became narrower and narrower, flattening itself vertically. With a sickening lurch of color from off-brown to off-white, the finger visibly hardened. The underside of its curve had narrowed the most, and Risa could tell that it was sharp now - sharp like a blade.

The transformed tentacle slowly moved towards her, pointing at her chest. It drew nearer and nearer, and just as it seemed as if it might stab itself into Risa's body, it turned its attention to the bra. Gingerly, the tentacle cut the garment's elastic band between the two cups. As the cups fell away and let her prominent breasts jiggle free, the tentacle moved to the shoulder straps, and cut them away with just as much care. The thing left no mark on Risa's skin as it did away with her bra, leaving it to lie as uselessly behind her back as her destroyed skirt.

But any relief Risa might have felt at not being stabbed to death in that instant was short lived. Immediately, the softer feeler tentacles returned to her breasts, and began handling them just as roughly as before. With the fabric gone, she could feel their skin all over her sensitive mounds, sliding over her flesh and squeezing her tits into proud mountains before massaging them up and down. The tips returned to focus on her nipples, now fully exposed to their touch. They pressed the tips against the sides of her nipples and moved in small circles around her areolas.

While this had been happening, things downstairs had been relatively continuous. But her crotch was not about to be forgotten. As the tentacles began to work on her naked breasts, the one against her slit withdrew its body, only to turn its head towards the growing spot of wetness on her panties. It pushed forward, contacting her panties and pressing farther, attracted by the smell of her aroused pussy. Risa could feel her panties push just past her lips as the tentacle tried to slowly penetrate her through her last remaining undergarment. When it could go no farther, it slowly drew back only slightly before pressing forward again, beginning to gently rock against her entrance. Other tentacles descended on her womanhood over her underwear, caressing her cotton-clad skin. Several crossed over her mound and blindly groped around the area of her clitoris. Others pressed against her lips, spreading them slightly through the fabric, though this did nothing to help the obstructed tentacle's entrance. Still more tentacles simply felt around her groin and hips, her thighs, and even her ass. She could feel tentacles wrapping around her cheeks and pinching her firm glutes with their warm, fleshy lengths.

“Ah! Ohh, wow... H-Hey, stop it! Mm!” Risa’s noisy reaction to the tentacle at her crotch was all the more testament to its effectiveness. The building roughness only seemed to further her involuntary excitement, which in turn only confused her more. Why was she reacting this way? It made no sense to her! She twitched and squirmed uncomfortably as a strange heat began to build in her lap, like a fuzzy sort of glow but from inside of her. More than that, her entire body had started to heat up. It felt kind of like the times she would kiss her exboyfriend, but this was much more intense! Oh man, whatever this was, she knew that she was in trouble.

While the tentacle below continued to grind against the girl’s panties, its brethren above were giving Risa the squeeze big time. The teen couldn’t keep her mouth closed she was panting so hard, and so she realized there was no point in keeping her eyes shut either. Her head tilted up to watch as her poor breasts were brutally molested by the strange, alien serpents. The way they coiled and squeezed looked as if it should hurt, but it didn’t. For some reason it felt good; really good, in fact. Risa became mesmerized as she watched the tentacles play with her chest ruthlessly.

Suddenly the tentacles dove into her bra, and Risa couldn’t help but gasp at the sensation of their soft flesh rubbing against the sensitive skin beneath her undergarment. She yelped as they violently yanked upwards in an attempt to tear away her underwear, but in a near-comedic display they only succeeded in stretching out the elastic. Still, their strength was considerable; Risa noted that they’d pulled her chest several inches off the ground with the attempt. The pulling became worse and worse as the tentacles refused to concede defeat as the girl groaned at the bands biting into her flesh. By the time they gave up, they’d completely ruined the bra for her.

Risa sighed as she looked down mournfully at the cute, pink cotton that she’d been so fond of. It had been a really comfy bra, and those weren’t exactly easy for her to find! Now that she was here on the island for four years, she absently wondered if a replacement would even be possible in that time. This idle train of thought distracted her momentarily from what was happening right in front of her, but when she saw the bladed tip of the tentacle, her focus snapped right back in line. Woah! What the hell!?

“H-Hey now, just take it easy with that,” the girl didn’t even know if this thing understood a word that she said, but she babbled nonetheless in the unlikely event that she might get through to this thing. Her wide eyes followed every inch of movement as the blade dropped slowly between her breasts. She was so scared that she stopped breathing altogether, and held perfectly still even through the constant grinding against her panties. A swift flick, and the knife-like appendage sliced through the elastic between the cups of her bra.

“Ohhh...” Risa whined as the blade returned to cut first one shoulder strap, and then the next. Each time the blade got to within inches of her delicate skin, she held her breath until the cut had been made. By the time the tentacles were pulling away the scraps of her bra, she was happy to be rid of it if it meant she didn’t have to deal with that wicked-looking blade edge. Maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to kick the thing in the eyeballs. She sure hoped she wasn’t going to get stabbed when this thing had finished having his fun. Well, at least it had been careful enough when cutting her straps away that she didn’t see or feel any cuts on her skin.

When the tentacles returned, Risa was not prepared for just how much more the experience would be enhanced by the touch of their bare skins against each other. The girl gasped sharply as her creamy mounds were gathered up by powerful coils, while the alien lengths worked the feminine domes in their strong grasp. Her breath was taken away at the first touches against her bare nipples. When the tips started to draw tight, little circles around the edges of either of her fawn peaks, the girl’s head fell back against the floor and she moaned in an uncontrollable response.

Her focus on this strangely pleasant treatment was interrupted by an unwelcome poke at her virgin gates. When it pressed forwards, the embarrassment of that action was overwritten by the realization that her panties were moist with her own arousal. Risa blushed hard with shame, and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning out as the thick bulb continued to knock at her gates. She didn’t want to let him in, but her body wanted him and quite frankly it didn’t really matter either way. In the position that she was in, she wasn’t going to get a say on the subject.

More tentacles began to gravitate towards Risa’s lap, to her dismay. In fact, soon there were more tentacles down there than she could count. She perked her head up to have a look, and gulped when she saw the swarm of coils wrapped around her thighs, groin, hips and waist. She thought the body petting had been bad, but now she was getting her lower half smothered in molesting tentacles!

“Ha...Ha...ohmygod...Ha...I’m in really big trouble now,” she panted as every remotely sensitive nerve was directly stimulated by one serpentine length or another. When one of them stroked against her clit, she jumped and yelped. Wow, that was really sensitive! It became a big problem when she felt not one, but several tentacles rubbing her in that region. As they zeroed in on the source of her hypersensitivity, Risa’s eyes went helplessly wide with panic, and then she threw her head back and groaned loudly while her shapely, young hips started to buck in response.

All that attention down there, and the touches upon her belly and her breasts. It was all starting to add up to something awful inside of Risa’s head. She was starting to like it... a lot. The touches had finally ignited something inside the girl. Something she couldn’t control; it was pure instinct. Oh, no way... no way! She didn’t want this, she couldn’t! Yet, some part of her did want it, and it wanted more! Her body writhed and bucked and moaned as she fought with herself. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling, but it was undeniable. Her body wanted this to go further: much, much further!

This girl was everything 263 loved in a victim. Sensitive, loud, and horny, bucking and writhing instinctively at its every touch. Its eyes moved closer, staring at her loveliest features from different angles. There was almost no resistance left in her - just delirious pleasure taking over. It could feel her thoughts, and the lust within. It could sense the dark corners of her mind that humans liked to hide begging for more, as her body came alive and burned under its probing and gripping and fondling. What 263 took from her, it would give her as well, ten times as strong.

That started with her thoughts. 263 knew nothing of its new habit of absorbing its victims thoughts, nor did it care. Nor did it realize or much care that it was beginning to send its thoughts right back. Raktar had no thoughts to offer, and 263's only thoughts at this moment were Risa's. And so that's what she got. As she lay moaning and squirming beneath 263's ministrations, she suddenly became aware of... something. It was like a voice, but it wasn't a sound. It spoke to her, but there were no words. Only feelings, raw and pure and unabstracted. They felt like somebody else's feelings, but they mirrored her own exactly. It was somebody else's pleasure, someone else's lust, some other girl's tits aching from the pressure and constant arousal, and her pussy growing hotter by the second, practically begging against its owner's wishes to be penetrated and ravaged. They didn't feel like her thoughts, and yet they were.

As 263's excitement grew with Risa's, more tentacles extended towards her crotch. As they approached, their heads elongated, as the blade had before. But rather than hardening, these continued to stretch, until their tips were very thin tendrils, no thicker than worms. They crawled along her thighs until they reached the leg-hole edges of her panties. With their smaller width, they had no difficulty slipping underneath her cotton garments. They crawled farther and farther, until they brushed against her nether lips. 263 could smell and feel her arousal so strongly through them, and it was eager to indulge. After only a few introductory strokes, they pushed forward and slipped between her lips and slithered into her pussy. Once inside, they began to gently stroke the walls of her love tunnel. Even with their presence, the larger tentacle continued to drill against her crotch, now pressing the smaller intruders against her labia.

Ironically enough Risa’s struggles had changed targets. She no longer fought for freedom from her inhuman assailant, but instead focused on fighting against her own, darker self. It was a shadowy part of her mind that the girl had never known to exist until now, and she didn’t like this darker Risa one bit. This harlot copy was a dirty little slut. She got her panties wet whenever anything touched that area, apparently, and became hot and bothered over a little pawing at the chest. What this new Risa needed was a cold shower and a long, boring sermon... preferably delivered in a church!

Yet, it was the new Risa who had taken control of things there in that empty classroom. The girl seemed like she was stuck in the back seat of her own mind, and forced to helplessly watch someone else control her every reaction. That was the only possible explanation for the way that she was acting, and the way that her body felt. Risa panted, and moaned, and writhed seductively on the floor, but she knew this wasn’t her! She didn’t do these sorts of things; where had her body even learned to move like that, or to make those sorts of sounds! Uuugh, it was so embarrassing, she could just die!

Then, the girl became aware of a real and true mirror presence within her mind. It was difficult to explain, but she was experiencing an exact copy of her own feelings. It wasn’t just the emotional sensations either, but the physical as well. The worst of it was what this mirror was doing to her: which was to make everything exponentially worse! Somehow, being able to ‘see’ and ‘hear’ and ‘feel’ herself from an almost-outside perspective only spiked her own arousal. Great, so she could now add ‘narcissist’ to the list of her characteristics; she was just full of surprises today...

No, but really, she was fucking hot laying there naked, but for her panties and one sock (and let’s face it, she looked stupid cute and sexy in just one sock, and nothing else). Her fair flesh covered in undulating, stroking tentacles which touched her in such brutally efficient ways in all the right places. Wow, did her face really look like that right now?! Those flushed cheeks, her puffy lips parted as she panted and moaned in her heated arousal, her closed eyes veiled by those long, dark lashes. Okay, this was just sick; she didn’t want to look anymore, but how could she look away when the images were in her head!? Not just that, but she could feel her own pleasure in some sort of mirrored response.

“Uhhhnn! What the f-fuck!?” she groaned at the sensation of little fingers crawling up her thighs. In her inner struggle and confusion, she hadn’t noticed the new tentacles coming for her crotch. Amidst all the “traffic” down there, she could feel those tiny tendrils walk their way up to the edges of her panties right against her groin. She gasped sharply as they wiggled underneath the fabric and came into direct contact with her hot, soft mons.

“Ohhh damn, I’m screwed!” Risa whined as her face dared to glance down the length of her body towards her panties. She couldn’t see them, but she clearly felt the little tendrils stroke her moist, pink labia like a half-dozen tongues tasting her flesh. They wiggled underneath the grinding, thicker tentacle on the other side of her panties as they sought passage into her most sacred place. Risa arched magnificently as she was penetrated for the first time in her life. The feelers weren’t thick enough to tear her hymen, and so all she felt was electric pleasure as their dextrous lengths rubbed her incredibly sensitive inner walls. When her body collapsed back to the floor, her hips began to hump back against the little worms within her.

All this attention had been building up towards something, but Risa hadn’t been quite aware of it at the time. Suddenly, she was aware of the sensation of ascending... something. Like a ridge, or a cliff, but she had no idea wait might await her on the other side. Scared of this new sensation, she fought against it, but it was being fed by the stimulation that she felt all over her young, receptive body. Her lust made it worse, making her even more sensitive to what was being done to her. It was akin to planting her feet and still being dragged by her arms towards that black zenith. She shook her head, trying desperately to deny what was now only inevitable. Then, at the last second, she was thrown from the edge and into the dark abyss.

Risa screamed. It wasn’t a sound of terror, or pain. It was a scream of lust. She’d never heard such a sound before in her life, and the fact that she was the one making it made it all the more strange and magnificent. There was some sort of collapse inside of herself. A series of intense spasms, like micro implosions, rocked her core so hard that her entire body shuddered with each one. Her blue-grey eyes popped open, but all she could see was stars twinkling in her vision. After the scream had finished, she gasped in response to each residual spasm within her sex, and was suddenly even more acutely aware of every single physical sensation against her shivering body.

As Risa's pleasure mounted higher and higher, the tentacles' manipulation of her body only grew stronger. Every caress and squeeze and poke became more frequent, and the new tendrils in her virgin sex offered only the most tender of touches against her ever more sensitive walls. They stroked her in an alternating rhythm, ensuring that some part of her love tunnel was always stimulated, always burning with pleasure. The tentacles were the servants of her perverse desire, their every act dedicated to bringing her to an end she didn't realize was fast approaching.

263 had more of an idea what she was about to encounter, and it welcomed the event. Even as Risa's delicious moans stoked its desire, and her body became more and more ready for its true intent, it recognized her building to a great release, a powerful clenching that would expel massive amounts of her sexual scent. This response had a powerful response on Raktar, especially ones inside the woman who made it. The sensation was incredible, practically like a drug. And with the release so close, 263 desperately pushed her closer and closer.

And then it happened. 263 felt her back arch against the floor, and her sex began to contract violently around the thin fingers inside her. And then, there it was - that wonderful rush of pure girl sex, filling its senses. It pleasured her body more and more as her climax continued, mashing her breasts, tweaking her nipples, groping her hips and thighs and ass, and stroking her tunnel. More than stroking. The tendrils inside her became a storm of movement and pressure, flailing rapidly against her walls and pushing her apart. They were out of their minds with lust, and the spasmed like demons, filling her with pleasure on and on.

Gradually, Risa's orgasm subsided, and the wave of her arousal decreased with it. This was not a satisfactory state for 263. It needed more from her - much more. And it would take it. The tentacles around Risa started to become agitated, and the tendrils inside her continued their thrashing. Slowly, they started to withdraw from her exhausted sex, still writhing. A second later, they turned their attention to her panties, thrashing against the last shield of her shame, or whatever was left of it. Their strength was considerable, and after a moment the garment burst at the seams, falling to shreds and leaving her slit fully exposed. The tendrils continued to squirm around her crotch. But as the eye stalks moved in for a closer look at her pussy, it was the larger tentacle that caught her attention. It pointed at her crotch, its intent to take her with its massive length and girth unmistakeable. Sure enough, it pressed itself against her lips. After rubbing its head up and down her slit a few times, coating the tip in her juices, it began to push against her entrance.