The tongue in Risa's pussy continued to lap and lick against her folds as she rocked with her delicious orgasm. It twisted and turned inside her, its tip snaking deeper into her hole as it poked and prodded her most sensitive areas. The girl's arousal splashed against its skin, thick and heavy. Slowly, it began to absorb her sweet nectar through its porous skin, carrying it away to who-knew-where. The girl came more and more, and 263 relished every second of her cries and her sensuous contractions. Slowly, the girl began to collapse under her own pleasure, sinking to her knees. Her mind babbled in delirious thanks as she succumbed to her pleasure. 263 watched her thoughts in idle amusement.

"You. Like. This," it observed wryly, still tonguing her depths. "I. Will. Remember. This. It. Will. Prepare. You. Better." The tentacles let her body slump, loosing slack until she fell to her knees. They kept her upright, however, not letting her fall onto her side.

As Risa's orgasm began to subside, the tongue started to retract slowly, patiently. It still rubbed and licked against her overused cunny as it withdrew. It wanted to re-elevate her arousal for what came next. Slowly, it pulled back to the very edge of her hole, and gave her lips a deep, parting tonguing, flicking side to side. At last it pulled away, leaving her empty. The other tongues remained in place, slowly lapping at her skin, licking up her sweat and other fluids that spilled out of her. The tentacle below her, however, continued to thrust without skipping a beat. It was far from satisfied by the limited amount of pillaging her mouth it had done so far. Its length kept rubbing against her clit as it pushed itself through her cleavage and into her mouth. The tentacles wrapped around her breasts to keep them pressed together gently played with her mounds as it worked between them, stroking her nipples and rubbing their coiled shafts up and down her peach slopes.

Between her recent orgasm and the ongoing stimulation, 263 reckoned that her body was sufficiently prepared to return to their earlier activities. It wasn't just here to lick the girl all day, after all. Slowly, a tentacle rose from the floor and began moving towards her backside. Although her legs weren't spread as wide as they had been, Risa's pussy was still fully exposed and accessible enough for 263's tastes. Risa could see through the tentacle-vision as the extended penis approached her puffy lips. It didn't rush forward or leap into her like some of the earlier ones did, but only moved forward steadily until it touched her lips, then pressed inside without stopping. Although it was slowly moving, the undeterred firmness with which it buried itself in her honeyed walls told her that it wasn't going to go easy on her. This time, it only reached half way into her before it paused. Slowly, it pulled back, then thrust forward. This stroke filled her up completely, and the remainder of its motion pushed against her core. The next thrust came fast, and the next and the next.

In moments, the tentacle was steadily pounding into her. It came hard and strong, drilling deep and sending power through her body, pushing her into the wall in front of her. The thrusts were quick, pinning her with nowhere to go. The sounds of her classmates on the other side were like a taunt as she was once more raped by the unyielding tentacle. Her mouth was still plugged. She'd lost her chance to scream for help to fear and pleasure, and now she was once more helpless. The blend of tentacle cum and her own juices inside her hole only aided the tentacle in drilling into her, no matter how tightly her cunny squeezed it.

To make matters worse, another tentacle was angling for her anus. She could tell that the mix of fluids that coated her poor butt would essentially nullify any resistance she might try to offer. The head pressed against her puckered butt hole slowly. This time, instead of squeezing and squirming and forcing its way in, it began to immediately punch back and forth in small, firm thrusts. It moved slowly but steadily, each thrust embedding it further into her hole. The slow penetration was a sharp contrast to the rampaging inside her pussy, as the tentacle once more fucked her relentlessly, dominating her body and pressing her against the boundaries of the room.

Even when he was being gentle, Risa wasn’t allowed to cum in peace. The tongue-shaped tentacle stroked and licked her incredibly reactive interior with near-innocent gentleness. The girl gasped past the tentacle stuffing her mouth every time the tongue-shaped appendage stimulated an especially sensitive place within her pussy, which seemed to be everywhere now that she was climaxing. Her shapely hips bucked in rhythmic release while her cunny spasmed and gushed.

The monster’s telepathic “voice” mocked her for liking what had just been done to her young, naive body. Liked it? Fucking hell, if the bastard had done nothing but that when he’d first met her in the classroom, she’d have taken him home! What concerned her about its statement, though, was the latter part of it. That message told her a couple of things, if she understood them correctly: one, the monster meant to return for her after he had finished with her this time, and two, that he probably didn’t desire to cause her any serious harm, as that would spoil her and thus he would be unable to take her again. Of course, this was merely her own interpretation of the message’s meaning; she understood the possibility that their minds were so different from each other that some things were being lost in translation.

Damnit, she wasn’t getting a single moment to recover as the tongue-shaped tentacle kept moving and twitching, like an annoying younger sibling who just wouldn’t quit when enough was enough. Her midriff kept lurching inward, like she was receiving tiny electric shocks deep inside of her pussy.

While one of Risa’s hands remained above her breasts, stroking the tentacle that pumped voraciously into her mouth, her other hand moved down to stroke and caress its length as it ran against her soft, flat stomach. This fellow wasn’t helping things too much either. The oral attention wasn’t so bad; she was used to that, by now. It was the constant grinding against her clit that had her squirming uncomfortably. There was only so much a girl’s clit could take before it crossed a threshold into, “Okay, fun’s over. Hands off!” Still, the teen knew better than to make such a request to her captor. If he was touching her there, then it was for his own deliberate amusement; she’d just have to try and cope with it.

Although Risa’s orgasm had technically subsided, her body remained in a heightened state of arousal and sensitivity. The cruel combination of nipple-play, clit-rubbing and the stimulation to her inner vaginal walls kept the teen wired forcefully to her pleasure centers. The alien tongue slowly withdrew from her sex, but not without a parting caress to her soft, receptive passage. She gave him one final hug with her vaginal muscles before they were parted from each other. While the girl was a little sad that he’d left, she had no idea just how much she was about to miss his company.

The exhausted strawberry-blonde beauty wailed when she saw the new tentacle approaching her dripping-wet cunny. She was slick and puffy from her recent fair treatment, and looked quite inviting to the approaching alien phallus. These appendages were never soft, or gentle. She was going to get fucked hard again, and even though her arms were free, there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Her body jumped a little as the monster pushed up into her sex folds without slowing, and groaned deeply as it moved deeply into her sacred sheath in just a couple of strokes.

In moments it was back to the nightmare as usual for her. The monster’s phallic tentacle claimed her helpless, young body with the force of a raging beast. She was taken off-balance by the sheer strength of his deep thrusts that her slender body was flung hard against the nearby wall and then pinned in place. Oh god, it felt like he was nailing her to that wall, such was the intensity of his fervor. There was no sound she could utter that could properly convey what she felt. By now, her sex was so hypersensitive that even this brutality felt good, despite the obvious levels of pain also involved. Well, certainly the continued relentless attention to her clitoris and nipples were not helping her in this regard.

The shared vision that Risa had with the monster eye stalks allowed her to spy a second tentacle coming for her other lower joy hole. Once more, there was nothing that the girl could think to do to stop this horrible defilement. She couldn’t even jerk her hips away, because there was nowhere for them to go. The tentacle was free to plunder her naughty little ass with all the patient thrusts it wanted to take to break back into her.

By now, Risa’s hands had slipped out from between her body and the wall she was pinned against, and they spread out along the thin boards to silently claw at the material in frustration as she was defiled in her three holes at three different tempos. The chaos of their varying rhythms paired well with the simultaneous stimulation of her other erogenous zones. In fact, they synched a little too well together.

“Oh no...oh fuck...oh god, no-no-no-no!” Risa’s head turned to the side, her cheek pressed hard against the wall as she drooled past the thrusting tentacle between her pouty, puffy lips. She screamed as an unwanted orgasm took her suddenly and savagely. It was strong, shaking her young body even when it had nowhere to go. As the throes of her powerful ecstasy caused electric spasms to clutch her pussy in multiple, vice-like grips, Risa decided she had had enough! No matter the consequences, she needed to get out of this situation; her body didn’t deserve this. Though she knew she’d be punished for it if she wasn’t rescued, Risa pounded her hands against the walls in the hopes that someone would hear her desperate banging. However, just as she hammered away with her fists, someone turned on a personal radio inside the pool area, which filled the entire place with raucous noise. Aw, come on! Those weren’t even allowed in here...

Tentacles quickly leaped into action, wrapping around Risa's wrists and pulling her hands away from the wall, ceasing their dangerous banging. As it bound her hands in place, it searched outwards for signs that anyone had noticed. Outside the shed, a single eye-tentacle emerged and peered around the corner, scanning for approaching interlopers. But no one moved or even looked towards the shed, the girl's struggles effectively overpowered by the nearby sound machine. 263 continued to fuck Risa as it relaxed, turning its attention back towards her and what she had done. She had endangered its secrecy and tried to interrupt its copulation.

"No one. Is. Coming," it told her mockingly. "You. Are. Forgotten." To drive the point home, it focused on the sounds of laughter and play outside, and amplified them in the girl's mind. It sounded as though they were right next to her, shouting and whooping at full volume, almost taunting her with their indifference to her plight. "You. Cannot. Escape." The tentacles binding her wrists pulled roughly, turning her arms back behind her, outstretched and immobilized. Without the support of her arms, the girl was forced with every push onto her head, and the meager cushioning of her breasts pushing into the ground.

The monster was intent on reasserting its dominance. The pace of the shaft in her tight pussy practically doubled, in speed and force. It rocked her whole body as it fucked deep, pounding her cunny ravenously. The coils around her breasts also twisted and grabbed her melons roughly and enthusiastically, despite her breasts being flattened against the ground and used to pleasure the tentacle between them. That same tentacle was thrusting into her throat now, hard enough to choke her on more than a few strokes. The whole system worked to drive her forward and back against the wall, using her confines against her in more ways than one. No matter what angle she tried to achieve, the tentacles found a way to thrust into her and fill her, driving her petite body again and again against the unyielding surfaces.

And throughout all of this, the tentacle in her ass had been slowly working its way in deeper and deeper. That slowness disappeared as soon as the other tentacles kicked into gear, and it forced its self the rest of the way into her rectum. With no farther to go safely, it drew back, and began hammering into her. The sheer tightness her hole still retained kept it from moving as fast as its partner, but it began to overcome through sheer force, its repeated thrusts spreading her tight hole. Soon, it was moving in time with the tentacle in her pussy, the two thrusting in and out at the same time to hammer her harder into the wall. The tentacles rocked her body into itself, entering her again and again with such force that her hind quarters nearly lifted off the ground, and whatever weight was behind her teetered on the tips of the tentacles spearing her sensitive holes again and again.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Please, please don’t hurt me. I won’t do it again, I promise,” Risa’s mind begged and pleaded in desperate panic as her wrists were snatched up and pulled back from the wall. She sobbed past the tentacle fucking her mouth as the monster confirmed that no one had noticed her foolish gambit. Her young, naked body shivered in terror at what this psychotic creature might concoct in order to punish her for trying to escape. What she received actually came as a surprise to the girl. She hadn’t realized that he could fuck her any harder than he already had been.

“Ow! Oh! Ouch! Oh fuck, please don’t! Ow! It hurts! Ah! Please, stop! You’re hurting me really badly!” Risa’s throat screamed as her mind continued to beg hopelessly for mercy. Her fingers clawed at the air as the tentacle in her pussy savaged her inhumanly. This was way too hard for her delicate inner folds to have to withstand. He was most certainly going to damage her this way. She needed to make him ease up a little, but she couldn’t think of a single thing that might convince him to spare her from this new level of abuse.

Any scheming she might have been able to scramble for was immediately lost once the tentacle in her mouth picked up its pace to match his brother between her thighs. The beautiful teen coughed and choked as the tentacle hammered her mouth with enough force that it made a slapping sound as it hit the back of her throat. In moments, she was completely disoriented as the nightmarish rape intensified to the point that her body was being violently thrown against the wall with every jackhammer thrust. Her tears and muffled wails did not do the pain she felt enough justice. She tried to twist and wiggle her cute body away from these manic tentacles, but they easily followed her every arch and curve, angling themselves to reach her sensitive tunnels at the same rate and power as he desired to have her.

The tentacle in her ass was the final straw. It reached to that impossible depth inside of her, and then began thrusting at the same tempo as the other two. Caught between this overwhelming triple penetration, Risa’s mind broke and she ceased all begging and pleading. She let her mind go blank as the pain whited out all logical processes inside of her young mind, and the extreme violation crushed her spirit into a fine powder. Her once-perfect body went limp as it was tossed against the wall again and again beneath the angry pounding into her every last port. She surrendered herself utterly to this mad beast, broken by his perverse hunger for hurting her flesh.

If it were capable, 263 would have smiled as it felt Risa surrender her body to it. In its experience, it had found that, though taking a girl who fought back was enjoyable in its own right, fucking a girl who couldn't or wouldn't fight back was just as satisfying. Although it would have been dangerous for her to fuck her any harder than it currently was, it certainly did so more enthusiastically. The tentacles twisted and wormed inside her, stretching her wide and rubbing their twisting shafts against the places she knew were most sensitive. It could feel every spike of unwanted pleasure in her mind, and by now it had a very thorough map of her weak spots. Her body was defenseless, in many more ways than one, and with her struggles suppressed, it turned its attention to manipulating her subconscious sexual appetite. If the girl wasn't going to struggle, it would rather she writhe.

As the tentacles thrust, they continued to pound her into the wall, using the very position of her body to reinforce her own helplessness, and to help them drive deeper and harder against her exposed inner barriers. It's other attentions, however, turned to the girl's own pleasure centers. Slowly, the heads of the tentacles squeezing her breasts began to split, separating into the flower-like array of thin tendrils that had proven so dexterous and alluring during their first encounter. The rings of tendrils lowered over her nipples, and began to rub firmly at the hard nubs. Her rosy buds were engulfed in the tentacle's head, which began to secrete a warm liquid onto her mounds. The oil lubricated the tiny fingers' touch, helping them to slide over her sensitive peaks.

As her breasts found renewed attention, a bulge was starting to form in the tentacle fucking her pussy. It was far enough from the tip that the bulge didn't enter her, but it came dangerously close to her lips with each thrust. Its design looked familiar, and it instantly became clear why. Within seconds, the bulb began to hum, and then the rest of the tentacle followed suit. The thick shaft vibrated all the way to her core, sending sweet tingles through her walls as the cock slid into her. It continued to thrust away as it hummed, feeling like it was spreading her two ways at once. The vibrations' strength increased with the pace of its thrusting, quickly growing hard enough to become the center of her attention.

263 reached out to the girl's mind again. Her spirit was shattered, and her consciousness was barely hanging on, buried beneath a layer of protective detachment from her reality. Who knew if she could even still understand it, or respond, but it spoke anyway. "Do. You. Like. This?" it asked, almost mockingly, as if jeering at her body's enjoyment of her brutal abuse. "Does. It. Make. You. Want. To. Fuck?" Once more, images of other girls flashed through Risa's mind - girls with torn clothing, bound in the air or held to the ground. They screamed and cried as they were fucked over and over, stuffed in every hole. Yet no matter how much they screamed, all of them were wet and building to a climax. "They. Wanted. To. Fuck."

While Risa’s mind threw in the towel, and retreated deep into her subconscious, she left her body to fend for itself. Her physical form had no such way of just giving up and cutting loose. It was undeniably stuck within the present reality. So, with no willpower to guide it, her body turned to automatic responses.

The first thing this fine, little body noticed was that there was a great deal of physical restraint, and quite a lot of pain. While coordinating struggling efforts was difficult without higher brain functions to trigger the correct motor systems, her body did manage some half-assed jerks and spasms. Well, that wasn’t helping. What’s next?

There was something else. Something that the base brain did know how to appropriately respond to: sexual stimulus. Oh, there was already quite a detailed set of instructions on this bit of nerve reaction. This was no problem; after all, the body had already been reacting to this stuff even when the conscious mind had been in attendance. Who needed higher brain function for fucking, anyways? Let’s see now, her pussy was getting worked really good. So, her body made sure to leak plenty of natural lube, and set her hips to buck back in response to this skilled gentleman. According to the nerve signals, he was hitting all the right places at the right angles, so it was time to wind up the pressure coils and get ready to surge the whole system for an orgasm.

Ohh, more pleasure! Her nipples were getting played with, so they hardened and perked appreciatively. Some sort of nice, oil substance was being spread on the sensitive skin in that region too, but there wasn’t anything else Risa’s body could really do with just natural instincts. Well, she could try to push her chest out, but that wasn’t working... something was in the way. Oh well, next!

Hmm, now this was confusing. Something was stuck in her ass. Natural instincts dictated that the lower muscles there be squeezed to clear the blockage, but that wasn’t working. Ah well, her body just set the muscles to keep squeezing rhythmically, and maybe it would sort itself out eventually. There was also something irritating her airways. The body couldn’t figure out if this was something that needed to be swallowed down, or spit out. It decided to just try both, and so her throat alternated automatically between coughing and swallowing.

Boy, there sure was a lot of foreign objects in touch with her skin! Tons of physical stimulus was coming in from all over the various parts of Risa’s body, but one part came in much louder than the rest. Risa’s clitoris was hypersensitive, and getting rubbed really thoroughly nonetheless. Her hips were already squirming, so there was nothing more that her instincts could come up with to relieve that irritation. However, the body had to note that the constant pressure there had charged up her batteries right quick. Ah, what the hell. This Casanova had done a swell job of hitting all the triggers so far, might as well give him the good stuff and try to get some babies out of the deal!

Just as an automatic orgasm was triggered deep inside of Risa’s bucking, young hips, the pod at the end of the tentacle in her pussy began to vibrate. That sensation triggered a fragment of memory scattered in a remote part of her animal brain. With lightning-rod intensity, Risa’s conscious mind was zapped back onto deck for a major code-red alert. As she came back to her senses, she realized that she had returned just in time to cum onto the monster’s impaling member. Worse, it was vibrating, which intensified the experience three-fold. The girl cleared her throat just so she could scream her release; she didn’t care that the sound wouldn’t get anywhere. She screamed again, as hard as she could, just to get it out of her system.

The monster came back into her mind with his sneering, disembodied voice. His words broken up like he was finding each one out of a dictionary while he spoke to her. Risa didn’t respond to his rhetorical questions. She went into his mind, and saw herself through his eyes. She saw a broken, limp girl humping back onto the tentacles that fucked her into the wall with their ferocity. Yes, it certainly did appear that her body enjoyed this very much. Back in her own mind, the monster showed her horrible images of other girls getting raped by the same tentacles, all with similar reactions to herself. How could she make this animal understand that he was wrong? Or was she the one in the wrong? Perhaps it was her own viewpoint that was misguided. After all, the physical evidence supported the monster, not the girls. Risa shuddered to think that she could be naturally programmed to enjoy what was being done to her. Could she ever accept herself if that was indeed the truth of it?

Those were indeed dark thoughts that Risa did not want to contemplate. She was convinced that her body was a slut’s body, but seeing those other girls now caused her to doubt her most basic self. Even now, amidst her total surrender, her lower body spasmed and squeezed like she was reacting to her favorite lover. This was no lover at all, but an alien menace. Her body, on the other hand, couldn’t be convinced of this fact, and it loved this skilled ravisher more than any boyfriend she had ever dated in the past. It did things for him that she’d never done for any of her human interests. Dear god, maybe this monster was right...

The girl's undeniable natural responses were a constant source of satisfaction for 263's tentacles. Her pussy dripped fluids at a constant rate, coating its shaft with her warm, wet fragrance. Slowly, tiny pores began to open along the length of the tentacle, and started to absorb the fluids she was leaking, carrying them down its length and away. 263 didn't actually have anything to do with this fluid just yet, but few girls had it had fucked had ever produced such a generous amount of nectar, and it seemed a waste to just let all of it fall to the floor or dry up on its shafts. Perhaps it would save it to savor later. It's smell - the smell of taking her and making her its own - was intoxicating, perhaps literally.

The girl's anal muscles had developed a habit of squeezing against the tentacle against them in rhythmic patterns, no doubt trying to force it out. This worked well for the girl whenever the tentacle pulled back, as she got the natural satisfaction of clearing her bowels as nature intended. This was only a setup for the inevitable frustration as she was filled up again, just for the cycle to repeat in very, very quick intervals - so quick that the pleasure and the pain, the satisfaction and the frustration, began to blur into one feeling. A feeling which also happened to be fucking her deep and hard into a wall.

Even subconsciously, her whole body jerked against the monster's physical assault. But nothing bumped back more powerfully than her hips. Although the girl didn't have much leverage to work with, her lower body was practically bending itself backwards, doing its best to throw itself into the thrusts of the tentacles. The heavy, rounded heads were pushed deep into her holes. Her chest was also pushing against the tentacles groping her breasts, or at least trying to. With the tentacle running her length to fuck her mouth, there wasn't a great deal she could do, but her point was clear. 263 rewarded her enthusiastic attempts by tightening the grip around her breasts, squeezing in moving patterns from base to tip. They began to bounce her breasts towards and away from her head, schlicking them back and forth in alternating time against the tentacle smothered comfortably in their fleshy mass.

The tentacles fucked her deep again and again. Despite her mind's departure, it could feel her pleasure building to a peak. It pushed harder, more and more, bringing her closer to the edge. Amusement filled it as it felt her mind snap back to reality at the feeling of the vibrating tentacle, just in time for her to cum her brains out all over the invading shaft. Her juices flowed freely, and 263 absorbed what it could, letting the rest gush out of her and fall to the floor, joining the puddle beneath her. Her mind was spinning as she tried to make sense of everything that was happening while still caught in the throes of her orgasm. Her certainty was breaking, her understanding of herself and her body twisting in on itself. It couldn't tell if these visions it was filling her head with turned her on or not, but it certainly made her body a yielding little fuck, so why stop now?

The voices from outside caught its attention once again, and it amplified them in her mind again, as if to point to them. "All. Sluts," it jeered, and suddenly Risa's mind was filled with images of the pool outside. It wasn't clear if this was real or not, if she was seeing what or who was actually outside. She thought she recognized some of the girls from her earlier visions. Real or concocted, the gregarious scene quickly grew grim, as hundreds of tentacles descended upon the pool. They snatched up every last screaming, panicking girl, binding their limbs and tearing away their swimsuits. The creature fondled their breasts, plugged their mouths with its tentacles, and ground the shafts against their pussies. And it fucked them. On and on, each girl screaming and moaning as she was penetrated and filled and fucked. It fucked them sideways, upside down, hung backwards or bent over. The tentacles pillaged all of their holes again and again. And as the monstrous shafts came inside them, they were quickly replaced by new ones, and the rape went on.

The visions disappeared from Risa's mind, but the sounds outside were still only screams and cries. Her own defilement continued steadily, the tentacles thrusting deeper with her own movement. The tentacle in her pussy was bashing against her cervix now. Between the force and the steady vibrations, it finally pushed its way through the tight muscle, and pushed into her uterus.

Risa’s sweet, tight pussy was an endless font of feminine nectar. It was undeniable that these tentacles revved her engines, no matter how they abused her. The erotic, little teenager gushed a fresh wave of her sugary release onto the pounding appendage which had coaxed it out of her. Her sassy hips humped back as best as they could, but there was really no need. The monster was more than capable of giving it to her as hard as possible without her help. Though her walls squeezed his length to try and tease his own release out, he was relentless in his alien endurance. Besides, even if she succeeded in getting him to cum, the tentacle would only be replaced with another one.

Her body bound, squeezed and pressed against the cold, wet wall of the shed beneath the incredible power of her rapist, Risa still managed to look impossibly beautiful while she came. The dark gloom of the shed only enhanced her light, fair skin and the shimmering color of her hair as it bounced lightly in response to the shaking and battering of her entire figure. Although she had screamed initially, her voice now dimmed down to a tamed tone which moaned and gasped in reply to the unceasing assault upon her every erogenous zone in simultaneous, synchronized effort on the part of the groping, thrusting tentacles all around her.

As if he was taking her head and shoving it outside the shed, the monster amplified the noises of the frolicking girls in the pool area just beyond the realm of her nightmare reality. It showed her, somehow, the very real image of those girls out there, enjoying their day at the pool. Risa’s blue-grey eyes widened in horror as tentacles suddenly invaded the area, and started to snatch up the swimmers without warning or mercy.

“Noooo! You... you animal! You horrible beast! Leave them alone!” Risa’s mind yelled as her voice wailed uselessly, “Just leave us alone...”

She broke down and sobbed as he made her watch as the tentacles first molested their captured prey, and then began to ravish them all simultaneously. Each girl was covered and filled with tentacle flesh. Not one of them was shown even a bit of mercy as they were all forcibly fucked in every orifice at once. She could hear their muffled cries and screams even through the thin walls of the shed. Even when some of the tentacles were brought to orgasm, they were simply replaced by new, eager appendages which carried on the terrible deeds being performed on these hopeless souls.

Just then, Risa felt the buzzing, vibrating tentacle in her spasming pussy become even more aggressive with her sore cunny. It bashed its way deep inside of her sacred passage, no longer satisfied with just possessing her love tract. The blunt tip pushed hard at the entrance into her cradle, the force of its strength pressing hard against the tiny barrier. Risa desperately squeezed her sex, trying to stop whatever madness had come over her assailant. What was he thinking!? There was no way he would ever- Oh god, no! Risa’s head jerked back and her entire body went stiff as her cervix gave in and admitted the monster into her cum-filled womb. She screamed. She screamed in terror of what was being done to her, she screamed in horror of what was being done to her classmates out there in the pool area, and she screamed at whatever gods that had forsaken her to so unspeakable a fate as this.

Despite the pain, the fear and the overwhelming horror of it all, Risa’s pussy creamed yet again. It would be difficult to detect this orgasm, as her body remained stiff as a board, and her sex was already clamping down angrily. However, there would be no mistaking the gush of fresh pussy juice that flooded her defiled little flower. It seemed impossible to Risa herself; how many times could a girl be forced to orgasm?

263 pounded into Risa's pussy, no reaching all the way into her womb. It stopped short of slamming its tip into the back of her uterus, at least cautious of damaging or tearing her less resilient organs with the violent power of its thrusts. Still, it pushed hard and fast, spreading open her cervix repeatedly as it fucked her deeper than she'd ever dreamed was possible, ever wanted to be possible. Her womb was still full with warm, thick tentacle jism, and the fluid greeted the tip of the tentacle as it pushed its way inside, providing an interesting contrast with the tight, fleshy walls of her vagina. That same cum began to seep out, and quickly mixed with her own nectar as she squirted again. This girl was a wonder. How many times could she provide that tantalizing honey for it. How many times would she give up, only to come back to resisting and then give in all over again. She was a perfect cycle of satisfying fucking.

Satisfying enough, in fact, that 263 decided this would be a fine moment for its own release. The tentacles in her lower body dove deep and squirmed in their traditional way. Seconds later, cum flooded her lower body, while the tentacle in her mouth kept plugging away, silencing her screams, no longer trusting her to be un-gagged. Her colon once again began to swell as tentacle splooge flooded it, filling it to capacity and then farther. But with the rampant vibrating in her snatch, no seal was able to form inside her love tunnel. And since her womb was already half full of cream and half full of tentacle, liquid pressure quickly took its course. Thick tentacle jizz spewed out of her slit as the tentacle steadily rocked inside her, spreading over her legs from her thighs to her feet. Risa's stiff body gave the fluid nowhere to hide, and soon she had a veritable pond pooling beneath her.

Finally, the tentacles finished unloading in her young body. They hung in limbo inside her, for the moment holding as much of the seed inside her as they could while the third tentacle still plugged away at her mouth, and the cries of her defiled classmates still echoed outside. The girl was thoroughly dominated, surrounded by hopelessness. In truth, 263 would have been satisfied to leave her here. But it had one more exercise to try on her, and there was no time like the present.

At last, the tentacles in her anus and pussy began to withdraw. Cum followed their extraction, although significantly more from her ass. Her holes were finally freed and left to spasm for a few moments, dribbling ooze and her own juices at a steady pace. Predictably, however, it wasn't long before new tentacles were pushed inside them. Both her holes were penetrated at once. The tentacles binding her body finally shifted her from her position, pulling her shoulders up so that she rested on her knees, and her head was once more the highest point of her body. With her arms still stretched behind her, the tentacles pushed her forward against the wall, pressing the front of her whole body into the surface. Though this had the effect of pinning the tentacle between her breasts in place, it still had enough slack to continue fucking her mouth, albeit not thrusting very deep.

Immediately, the tentacles below began their thrusting. She could tell, however, that these weren't as massive as the previous ones. Although they had roughly the same shape, their heads felt narrower, and they didn't stretch her quite so much. They were still fast and forceful, giving her body no chance of resistance, but after everything she had been through, they were easier to take, at least. Her luck was short lived, however, as a second tentacle of the same reduced size quickly approached her pussy. Without a pause from the one already pounding away inside her, the second one slipped in around its twin and pressed just as deep. The two tentacles took to fucking her pussy in alternating motions, stretching her cunny wide as they drove in hard and fast.

The poor girl held herself as still as she could, despite the nagging urge to struggle and fight against this horrid degradation. How many different ways could this creature come up with to defile her body? It seemed like whenever he pushed her to her limits, he’d just shove her through and show her how much farther she could really go. Risa grimly wondered if he’d killed some human girls while learning about these limitations, and couldn’t help but feel like he pushed her awfully close to her very breaking points, both mentally and physically, at times. Still, despite all the terror and the inhuman torture of it all, it was her own cunny that was soaked in her cum. It was the workings of her own vile, dirty body that had caused her to climax over and over again onto his thrusting tentacle-cocks. No matter how badly he hurt her, or how cruelly he claimed her, a part of Risa was always going to love it.

The young woman was just barely perceptive of the fact that the blunt tip of the tentacle was not ruining her womb. Having her cervix raped was worse than anything she’d ever felt before in her entire life, but this monster was definitely showing some slight restraint when it was within her delicate cradle. Her blue-grey eyes opened wide in horror as she realized what this could mean: perhaps he was being gentle with her womb because ultimately he meant to mate with her! Oh gods above, and demons below, she pleaded to anyone that would listen that she wasn’t compatible as a mate for this thing. Being a mom at nineteen would be hard enough, but being the mother to a litter of monsters!? How did you even break that news to your parents!? No way, there was no way she was going to get pregnant from this thing!

And yet, her young womb was positively drenched in what she could only assume to be alien semen. Just as her nervous worries ran themselves in circles, she felt the two tentacles enjoying her fantastically tight holes begin to squirm in that familiar dance. Still afraid of hurting herself on the extreme penetration of her sex, Risa held herself as still as possible while the monster orgasmed deep inside both of her silken sheaths. Oh god, now he was cumming directly into her womb! Her fingers, with her wrists still bound behind her, clawed nervously at the air as she dreaded what the future might hold in store for her. She released an exasperated sigh as he just kept pumping and pumping that vile milk into her young body. A blush of supreme embarrassment colored her cheeks as she felt the excess stain her legs as it left the place of their unholy union, and formed a deep puddle between her feet.

After a while, the tentacles embedded in Risa’s ass and pussy did finally empty their sperm allowances into her helplessly receptive orifices. Even though they had both finished, the girl remained impaled for a little bit longer while the two exhausted, naughty tentacles recuperated a bit. Although she was skewered to the most extreme bounds of her physical capabilities, Risa took this opportunity to try and gather some small reserve of her strength and stamina. Sure, the tentacle in her mouth was still going to town, and other tentacles continued to stroke, caress and bind her body in various places, but this was the closest thing to a break that the teen ever got when she was taken by this monster. At last, the two lower tentacles removed themselves slowly from her tight, sticky holes. Risa squeezed her lower body to try and wring out the impure gift he had left behind. She blushed more as she felt the stuff oozing out of her slowly.

Through the thin walls, the girl’s ears could still hear the terrible debauchery that was still going on in the greater pool area. She couldn’t believe this thing had such an enormous sexual appetite. Were all those poor girls going through the same extreme exercises that he put her through? What was going to happen to them after this? Was this some sort of alien invasion? Maybe he was some sort of failed military experiment, and the government would swoop in after all this to brainwash or kill them all in order to keep his existence a secret. No matter the outcome, Risa couldn’t see things ending well for them at this point. They were at ground zero of some new epidemic.

Risa’s conspiracy theories were interrupted by the sudden reappearance of yet more tentacles in her ass and pussy. The girl groaned as her sore muscles were forced open yet again. Her small, exhausted body was picked up like a soft, little doll, and he pushed her easily against the nearest wall. Risa turned her face to the side to avoid bumping her nose against the wooden grain, her features mostly hidden from view by a veil of her long, brilliant hair. Although bound and defiled, the girl was still undeniably beautiful as she was pinned into place in that erotic pose. Pressed firmly against the wall, her little hands bound together at her lower back, while her legs were forcibly spread.

Despite the number of times and ways that the monster had ravished her body, she remained a tight, youthful fuck. Even these smaller tentacles could fully enjoy her snug passages as they asserted their dominance over her by taking her deep and hard almost immediately after penetration. Risa remained wary of what other treachery the monster might design to employ against her body. While being raped in all three of her passages was no small feat, this was admittedly pretty tame so far.

The girl was right to feel worried. Although her physical vision did not see him coming, the monster’s shared vision unabashedly showed the girl the approaching new tentacle of the same slender shape as the one already in her cunt. Risa closed her eyes, and grunted her disapproval to the tentacle attending her orally. She tried to squeeze her cunny tight so that the newcomer wouldn’t fit, but he bullied his way in all the same. Gasps of broken innocence issued from her sore throat as the captive beauty straightened her back in response to the filling sensation of the alternating tentacles ravishing her juicy pussy.

Her young mind was simply astounded by the amount of pleasure that it was being flooded with all over again. The alternating tentacles created a strangely wonderful sensation of constantly being thrust into. The friction of this chaotic frenzy made her hot with unwanted arousal. Within little time, her nipples were boring holes into the wooden panels along the wall, and her pussy was getting wet all over again. The girth of the two smaller tentacles combined was quite a bit more to handle than the single larger phallic appendage had been, but once more there was simply nothing Risa could do about the pain or the pleasure being bestowed upon her young, naive body.

The tentacles inside her immediately began to thrust with the same force Risa had come to expect from her rapist. 263 could feel her reluctant pleasure building even as the appendages stretched her shared tunnel, and her own arousal excited it. The tentacles binding her body pushed her roughly against the wall, flattening her ample bosom against the wooden surface. With their receptacle secured, the tentacles inside her were free to thrust deep and hard, her body having nowhere to go but back onto them as they pounded into her pussy and anus. The shafts in her cunny were like a machine, pistoning with terrifying precision and coordination to keep her constantly stuffed. No amount of resistance slowed their endeavor, and the girl's own lack of movement only invited them to thrust themselves at a harrying pace. She was stretched widest wherever the heads crossed paths and pushed each other apart, which changed frequently, but always fell within the same range.

As the girl's terror and excitement grew in equal measure, 263 considered this experimental little technique a success. The girl's body seemed responded well to being constantly full and thrust into. Her cervix, once against closed although much more tired than it had been, was under constant battery from one tip or the other, and her walls were practically in conflict with each other. One side told her that the intruder was retreating, and the other that it was advancing, her brain deciding they couldn't possibly both be right. Meanwhile, her anus only reported that it was still full and being ravaged constantly. Her back door was tight, but her pussy responded so well to being double-teamed. Certainly it could find a way to extend this same treatment to her ass, couldn't it?

A fourth tentacle quickly jumped towards the fray, clearly eager to find out. As the smallest of kindnesses, it at least took a moment to run itself through the slowly draining pool of fluids that had gathered near Risa's feet. The mix of liquids coated its head and shaft, providing a primitive kind of lubrication. How effective it would be would quickly be tested, as the tentacle once again raised up and pressed its head between her cheeks, against the shaft of the tentacle already drilling into her. With a squirm and an unyielding shove, it pushed its way in, and quickly took to romping around inside itself.

Her hole was as tight a fit for two tentacles as it had expected. At first, the rate of the fucking it was giving her ass slowed considerably, as the tentacles simply couldn't move faster against the friction without outright shredding her insides. But after a few moments of firm thrusting and wiggling against the walls, Risa's rectum began to stretch in ways that seemed humanly impossible. And yet, stretch it did, and enough for the tentacles to quickly begin fucking her ass all over again. They went just as deep, maybe even deeper, their thinner bodies allowing them to slip into the tighter confines of her lower colon - somewhere she was pretty sure no penis was ever meant to go. The tentacles seemed to have little regard for evolutionary intent, however, and in they went, over and over.

The fit inside her rear hole was still incredibly tight. It felt as though Risa was trying to strip the skin from its tentacles. Natural lubrication was, of course, somewhat lacking, and the amount which the second tentacle had brought in had been quickly expended. Suddenly, 263 realized that it had a use for some of that pussy juice it had saved - and was presently still saving bit by bit. Allowing tiny pores to form in the tentacles inside her anus, it started to channel the stored honey down the length of the tentacles. In moments, the fluid, still warm from being held in its own body, rushed into her ass, coating the tentacles and her walls before it spilled out and ran down her legs and the length of the tentacles. It was tangibly thinner than the tentacles' own cum, and 263 much preferred the smell. The tentacles hit her with a second squirt before continuing to pound away, their passage greatly aided by the added lube of her own pirated juices.

There were four of the thrusting, pounding shafts inside her lower body now, and they were as relentless as ever. All angling at her from below, they were practically fucking her up the wall with their constant thrusts. They hit everything at once, striking deep even as they drew out, keeping her in even more constant stimulation than before. Despite the horrific abuse, her body still sang the praises of its tormentor, bucking and grinding and flooding itself with her juices in response to their invasion. The stimulation was endless, almost unlike anything she had felt before. To 263, this continued reaction was only proof that she could take more. Her pussy, stretched though it was, wasn't going to actually burst any time soon.

Risa got a front row seat as another tentacle appeared behind her. It paused to coat itself in a layer of her own juices, before it plunged into her pussy alongside its brethren. Whatever she'd been experiencing before was nothing compared to this. The rhythm they fell into was indiscernible among the constant force and friction and pounding they gave her body. They started to actually lift her off her knees by the force inside her alone. They pounded deep and hard, again and again, stretching and stretching with no moment of contraction, no promise of release. She could see herself, trapped here, her body now just a hole for an entire swarm of tentacles to ravage endlessly. Was there any more compromising position for a woman to be fucked in than pinned against a wall like this? Was there any more thoroughly her body could be dominated? Her body - a fucktoy for these things to infest and rape and pleasure against her will, again and again.

Risa made a constant series of cute, little gasps against the sensations echoing up from her paralyzed hips. She had to admit, this was decidedly a new sensation compared to all the other manner of ways that this monster had fucked her thus far. More than that, she couldn’t honestly say that it felt necessarily bad either. Oh sure, it was intense as hell, but there was something to be said about constantly being stroked in her hypersensitized cunny. Without even having to think about it, her body rewarded this surprisingly good treatment with a rather boring treat of her own. Well, it was all her lovely pink pussy could offer, after all: the usual dose of her natural lubricants and some encouraging squeezes from her tightly-stretched inner muscles.

The girl began to realize that despite the increased intensity of this new method, it actually felt better than when he raped her with just one bigger tentacle in each hole. The increased friction caused by constantly being thrust into seemed to counter-balance the stretching and brutality that she was more used to by now. This simply led to an overall increase in the pleasure that she felt from the coupling. Just as her young body began to adjust to this sensation, and appreciate it for its overall benefits, the shared vision with the monster showed her the approach of yet another slender tentacle.

“A-Another one!?” her mind whined like a little girl, “Do we have to?” The only reply came in the form of the tentacle coating itself in her slick, glossy juice. Hey, wait a minute... just where was this guy headed? She squeaked and jerked slightly when the tentacle moved past her stuffed cunny, and headed straight for her rear entrance. Oh boy, she was gonna get it now...

Risa grunted past the tentacle she was sucking off as the newcomer ground against her incredibly tight, stubborn little sphincter. In the end, her willpower and natural elasticity were no match for the monster’s brute strength. A short but intense groan signaled his successful entry into her ass. This was definitely a bigger notch on the pain scale than the pleasure one. She really wasn’t into anal, but then this really didn’t seem to be about what she was into or not. He certainly seemed to be enjoying himself, as those tentacles went to town on her rectum. They alternated just like their brethren one hole below, but their smaller, slender size seemed to give them an excuse to go even deeper than the larger intruder had dared to trespass earlier. Risa’s back was already stiff, and she was still pressed firmly against the wall so there was nowhere for her to run as the tentacles delved deep into her inner cavern. What the hell were they looking for in there!?

Her only saving grace seemed to come in the form of some sort of oily expulsion from her anal intruders. Okay, well that at least helped to ease the pain a bit, letting the pleasure from her pussy pounding take precedence once again. She grunted her approval, and decided to suck and lick the tentacle in her mouth. When the exhausted, logical part of her brain asked why she was suddenly feeling so cooperative, she could only guess that it was from some sort of “runner’s high” from this sexual marathon that her body was being put through. And hell, why not? After all, it actually felt kinda good to be taken like this, in a dirty slut sort of way...

Risa had closed her eyes some time ago when this part of the session had just begun. She no longer needed her natural vision to see anymore. Instead, she found that she received a much better view of things from his angles. It was through this shared sight that Risa first spotted the fifth addition to the “fuck Risa’s pussy and ass” club.

“H-Hey, be careful now,” even in her mind, her voice was shaking nervously, “I think there’s enough of them already, don’t you? J-Just be careful, please. I don’t think it’ll fit. You don’t want to spoil me, do you? Oh come on, do I have to take it? Oh god...”

Once he had forced his way in, the tentacles worked themselves into a completely new, frenzied rhythm that was so fast and intense that Risa’s young mind could no longer comprehend their individual thrusts. As she adjusted to their girth, her body noticed that it felt similar to the width that the bulbous pods he’d used as vibrators last time. Of course, now she was being constantly stretched open at this width, rather than waiting microseconds between each orb, and all three of these tentacles fucked her at a differing set of paces than the single large tentacle could hope to achieve on its own. Even without the vibrators, it was a mind-searingly intense sensation, made up for by the feeling of being constantly stuffed with tentacle shafts, rather than being battered by a single, brutish ram. They were taking her in such a wild frenzy, in fact, that she could feel herself being lifted by their constant thrusting.

Even through the alien vision, she could no longer see her own holes. Instead, her sight was blocked by the swarm of slender tentacles that sawed back and forth in so many different, alternating paces that the whole affair just looked like a massive fuck-engine. From the vague points of their unions, droplets of her own juices sparkled as they dripped constantly to the floor below. As she watched herself, Risa realized that this was the epitome of her capture. Her young body was firmly pinned to the wall of the shed while tentacles took advantage of her every orifice. And yet, with all the humiliation and the defilement that was going on, Risa watched herself more than anything else.

She noticed something. Her toes were beginning to curl, and the smooth, sleek muscles in her long back were tightening up like rubber bands being pulled taut. Her chin dipped a little lower as she drew into herself, like the calm before the storm. By now, Risa knew these telltale signs very intimately, and what they meant for her. A single moment later, and the sweet teen released into an epic climax. She came, and she came hard onto the thrusting cacophony within her juiced sex. Her tight, teen body shivered in complete and total ecstasy as she orgasmed like the tamed little slut that she knew that she was. However, there was no backing down this time from those heavenly heights. The pleasure was too intense and too constant for her to ease back on the throttle now that she’d let loose. Before she could even hope to exert any control over herself, she experienced another orgasm just as intense as the first, and then another one after that, and then another...

The girl really was broken in now, 263 could see. All the fight and denial that had been in that naive, virginal girl he'd first taken was gone now. She no longer resisted the worsening reality of her violation, no longer struggled or screamed or pleaded for it not to happen. She knew it would happen, and though she tried to talk her way out when the second tentacle headed for her ass, or the third for her pussy, in the end she braced herself and took them with all the elasticity and resilience her body could muster. However shocking this rape became, her body always took it. No matter what was plunging into her, regardless of the fate of her classmates outside, she just kept fucking and cumming.

Even whatever was left of her mind had given in. 263 could hear her thoughts. She no longer pleaded for escape, by release or any other means. Her mind had come to accept that this wasn't so bad, that this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to her. She'd even begun to pleasure the tentacle in her mouth herself, running her tongue over its shaft and head in what it could only assume was an invitation to keep on plugging away, thrusting as deep as it cared to go. At this point, the tentacle was probably unnecessary. The girl would likely not cry for help any further, especially since she believed everyone beyond the wall to be as fucked as she was. But then again, why would it stop with her being such an eager little tentacle-sucker. No, no, it was quite satisfied with its tentacle right where it was, pillaging her sweet little mouth again and again, muffling her licentious moans.

Most intriguing of all was how Risa's mind responded to the sight of herself. 263 could tell that she was watching herself through its eye-stalks. Even with her deepest depths being ravaged and stirred up by a constant fuck-storm, part of her was fixated on the vision of her own body: bound, pressed, and and filled with thrusting tentacles. She watched the way her hair flowed freely, bouncing with the writhing of her body and shining in the dim light of the shed. She watched the way her body twisted, the way her arms were stretched helplessly behind her, the way her breasts were pressed firmly into the solid surface of the wall. She was spread and fucked to her limits, every orifice as stuffed with tentacles as possible, every inch of her body defiled and groped and used by another. And she liked it. That positive reaction, no matter how subconscious or unwanted, was there. She liked the way she looked being as fucked as possible, being bound and used and abused. She liked the way her body moved, the way it swelled and writhed, the way her cute features contorted in pleasure and pain, and her lithe figure maintained an unexpected grace and femininity as she fucked and was fucked again and again. And most of all, she liked the way her pussy stretched around whatever came at it, squeezing and quaking and squirting without fail, like any good, slutty little pussy should.

She liked it so much that the next time she came, she couldn't stop. She watched herself cum, and the sight delighted her so much that she did it again. One orgasm rolled into the next, and then the next, as her body became locked in a constant feedback loop of pleasure and release. For Risa, this might have been both a new high and a new low, but for 263, it was all high. Few girls had ever exhibited this kind of constant release on its tentacles. One girl it had fucked had begun to almost immediately, but this was something else. This was an achievement. Through perseverance and manipulation, it had brought her to this point, and now it reaped its reward. Its three tentacles fucked her tight pussy as it clenched endlessly, unyielding and undeterred by the pressure it tried to exert on them. Instead, her hypersensitive walls were only forced to spread again, and rubbed and fucked until another orgasm brought them rippling back, tighter than before. The girl's body was out of her control and entirely in 263's, and it used that body as one would a well-crafted tool, taking it for everything it was worth so long as it would work.

Risa had no way of knowing how long her marathon of climaxes continued. She only knew that the tentacles fucked her through it all, never slowing, never softening. The pounding in her ass continued just the same, a nearly forgotten compliment to the rampaging in her pussy. Her love hole was a storm of friction and force and her own warm juices. At long last, the tentacles shoved into her orgasm and came mightily. It felt like they were releasing even more of their alien semen into her than they ever had before, and it went everywhere. One tentacle roughly pulled out of each hole, as they came, and began to shower her with their release. It fell against her back and her shoulders in warm, thick strands. But that was nothing compared to the burning sensation of it pouring into her insides. It filled her womb quickly, still laden from earlier releases. She could feel it begin to swell, but much of it began to pour out of her as well.

Then it was everywhere. First the tentacle in her mouth came, pushing itself to the back of her throat as it poured its heavy load down her esophagus and into her stomach. The torrent flooded her senses, splashes of it washing back into her mouth, droplets even running into her nose. As the flood into her continued, the other tentacles began to cum. The ones around her breasts, around her arms and legs and waist - even tentacles that weren't touching her suddenly squirmed and unloaded a flood of tentacle semen onto the helpless girl. The tentacles pulled her away from the wall, making sure to cover her ample chest in the hot, sticky mess. The eye-stalks watched closely, making sure they both had a good luck as she was painted, inside and out, by its cum.

263 had originally been opposed to wasting its fluid on such frivolous expenditures, but it had to admit that the girl made a fetching sight. She was covered in its ooze from head to toe, all of her holes so full of it that they were leaking even more. And still she shivered and trembled with her own orgasm, her sex-crazed body gripping the tentacles as tightly as it could, begging them to defile her more. The girl truly looked and acted the part of the slut now.

Risa’s cheeks flushed with color as her mind watched herself with horrid fascination. A constant state of orgasm was not something that her young, innocent mind have even known to exist before she had met this monster. It wasn’t something that she aspired to quickly or easily, obviously, but once she got there, it was quite a sight to behold. Risa had reached this state only once before when this monster had taken her the first time. However, back then, he’d used vibrators on her, and the sensations eventually became so intense that she had wanted it to stop after a while. This time, however, there was only the natural friction and the thick stretching of her sensitive walls to stimulate her pleasure centers. Somehow, it created a more natural ecstasy within her body that just flowed more easily from one peak to the next.

Watching herself, she could see all the struggle dissappear from her reactions. Every aspect of her body all sang the same tune: this felt really good! And it wasn’t just the action either, but the pose that she’d been forced into. Held pinned against the wall, taken savagely and without mercy. Her soul be damned, but it excited her! What was more, to be able to look at herself through the monster’s eyes and see herself from a third-eye perspective only allowed her to really appreciate how she looked like this, and how she felt.

Did she want it to stop? Risa herself didn’t even know for sure anymore. First that wonderful tongue-thing, and now this pin-me-to-the-wall-and-fuck-me-senseless business with the surprisingly awesome use of multiple, smaller tentacles. This monster had now shown her ways that he could take her that she enjoyed almost as much as he did. That was perhaps more frightening to her than anything else she’d experienced while under his capture. What did this mean for her? What did this make her? Did the other girls outside feel the same way that she did, or was this unshakeable feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach properly founded?

For right here and right now, those answers really didn’t make a fucking difference in the world. Her body was cumming endlessly as a result of what was being done to her. She was a helpless cum-battery, and a pleasure-puppet for these merciless tentacles. These weren’t inner philosophical viewpoints; they were the hard reality of her situation. What she made of it would have to wait for further analysis later on. For now, she just buckled down and enjoyed the ride.

Time had long ago lost all meaning for Risa. For all she knew, they’d been fucking for hours ever since her initial recapture. She lost count of how many orgasms she’d achieved in a row after a while, as her brain was overwhelmed by the constant storm of erotic electricity wracking her entire body. All she knew was the pleasure of getting fucked, and fucking back until her host was finally ready for his own grand finale. However, she was not prepared for what ensued next.

First, the tentacles all surged together to fill her completely to her core. Their combined thrust was so strong, Risa’s hips were lifted several inches by the impaling maneuver. Then, as one, they all orgasmed into her receptive tunnels. Although the tentacles were smaller than their predecessors, they each seemed capable of producing just as much cum during sexual climax. The logical result of this was that suddenly Risa felt her pussy and ass receiving several times more sticky, alien spunk then she’d ever had before at one time. Paralyzed by her rapists and her own continuous climax, Risa couldn’t even squirm as she was instantly filled with more cum than she could possibly hope to contain. She felt her womb ache to hold so much mass within its limited space.

While the tentacles were gushing their thick loads, she felt one appendage slip out of both her ass and her pussy. These rebels quickly turned their jets of slimy cream onto Risa’s pale shoulders, back and her citrus hair. Immediately following this, the tentacle in the girl’s mouth suddenly assaulted her tight, gasping throat. Before she could even try to crane her head back, he flooded her passage with thick loads of more creamy jism. Even though her stomach was still full from the last batch of cum, Risa swallowed as quickly as she could to try and keep her airways clear. To this end, she utterly failed. The monster’s squirts were too thick and too often for the desperate schoolgirl to keep pace. Before long, her throat, mouth and even her nose was clogged full of alien cum. It burst out of her nose and the corners of her mouth in violent spasms as the monster continued to send more and more of his vile syrup into her.

She couldn’t move, and she couldn’t breathe, but she was still cumming as she drowned in the alien’s release. One tentacle coiled about her pretty length of hair, and yanked her torso back. Unable to do anything, Risa could only watch through alien eyes as the tentacles binding and stroking her lovely body all began to erupt together. Thick, white strands flew through the air to splash against her fair, pale skin both front and back. She was held in place, like the sacrifice to some dark god; an offering fit only for a devil. Her lungs now burned desperately for air, but she knew if she took one breath she’d only fill her chest with sticky, suffocating jism. There was no relief in sight; was this her final end? Even if the monster withdrew from her mouth, she would still be too clogged with cum to take a breath. Oh god, and she was still cumming. In just a few more seconds, her body would override her willpower and try to draw a breath. If she inhaled that stuff into her lungs, she would certainly die.

“Please...help...me...” Risa’s mind reached out weakly for aid, knowing full well that this creature had never before shown her a hint of courtesy. She didn’t really expect him to be able to do anything, even if he had a mind to, but she was out of options.

263 continued to release onto and into the girl, flooding her whole world with alien goo. But as it poured its seed out, it could feel a primal panic in her mind. She was reeling, screaming out in a desperate plea for its help. Ah, she was choking. 263 clicked the equivalent of its tongue in annoyance. These humans and their desperate need for oxygen really spoiled its fun sometimes. Still, there wasn't much choice. If that goo reached her lungs, she would likely expire, and that would, it supposed, be bad.

The solution 263 had to this problem was similar to its solutions for most problems. As the tentacle pouring into her mouth quickly receded, another, much thinner tendril took its place, pushing past her lips and swimming through the sea of cum caught in her mouth. Rather than thrusting back to her esophagus, however, this one dove down, and shoved its way into her wind-pipe. 263 had never penetrated a girl here before, but seeing as it wouldn't have the opportunity to have much fun here, that really didn't count for much.

Instead, the head of the tentacle stretched open, unsealing the end of a long tube that reached back through the tentacles. In seconds, a steady flow of air began to blow into the girl's trachea. With a relatively cum-free airflow established, she could breath freely without fear of inundating her lungs and literally drowning in cum.

With the girl's oxygen problem taken care of, any sense of urgency 263 had felt disappeared. It continued to slowly drizzle gallons of thick cream onto the girl's body while the pipe in her throat allowed her to breath somewhat normally. The tentacles inside her continued to thrust slowly into her depths as they came in her already saturated holes, and 263 was delighted to note that her near-asphyxiation hadn't interrupted her orgasm very much. Her pussy was still clenching tightly against it, trembling with pleasure despite her greater body's peril. If anything, she might have even cum again since airflow was restored.