“Yes... I’m a slut, but you force me to be one! I don’t want to be a slut! I don’t! I want to be a good girl, but when you catch me and fuck me like this you turn me into a slut. I hate you!” Risa’s young mind screamed back in response as she sobbed and cried out past the tentacle between her lips.

The bound teen couldn’t believe how much worse her struggling had made things for her. In this new position, the tentacles could now easily lift and drop her tight, little body to enhance every cervix-shattering thrust through her orgasming pussy. As the tentacle pistoned in and out, its full length twisted and writhed to enhance the pleasure of their friction to even greater heights. Risa really didn’t need all that extra stimulation; she was already cumming, for fuck’s sake. However, she got it all the same, and it served to send her to new, impossible heights of pleasure even as the pain climbed with it.

As if to capitalize upon this advantage, more tentacles swarmed her perky, young tits. Risa screamed from the thundering fuck session she was receiving, but in between every few screams, she let a moan slip out in reaction to what those tentacles did to her creamy, firm mounds. She’d never in her life felt such a sensation as when those suction-cup tentacles pressed themselves all over her perfectly-shaped globes. Her blue-grey eyes stared down at her own chest in amazement at what she was feeling. Not only did her breasts sing in response to this treatment, but the mind link allowed her to feel what 263 felt. The soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, their creamy texture and taste, and the hard, fun little nipples that capped each feminine dome. No girl could take such treatment and not have to face the consequences of such perfect stimulation.

While Risa’s breasts were lost beneath the gang of kissing tentacle tips, her mind was continuously brought back to the main event going on between her legs. Always, the focus came back here. This was ground zero, where Risa the good student and model young woman was turned into a drooling, screaming slut. Not only had her fucking intensified with the twisting cock-limb, and her own body being shoved up and down in violent response to the thrusts. She also had the alien mind link now further enhancing this experience. If Risa’s rape was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain, then 263‘s experience was one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. The girl was shocked to experience her own wet, tight sex from the perspective of a male mind.

Damn, she was a good fuck! Her young, lithe body felt so smooth and soft against the tentacles that touched her. Everywhere they went, there was just perfect woman flesh to touch and stimulate. She was responsive, and sensitive too. Her vice-like sex was slick and hot. As her pussy came, it rippled and spasmed with inner muscles that stroked and milked the thrusting tentacle within its depths. It practically begged for cum, the way it clenched and sucked at the thick, inhuman shaft. Risa’s mouth felt much the same, though not nearly as tight. However, her tongue and her sucked-in cheeks made for a decent substitute; in fact, feeling him in this way allowed her to make adjustments to her oral stimulation. She experimented with it, and enhanced it until it felt like the good, proper fuck hole that it was supposed to be.

The shared sensations, on top of the new pleasures upon her breast, and the undeniable sensations from her most sensitive cunny, made for an overwhelming experience. Her young mind and body simply couldn’t handle so much sensory input at once. There was only one possible option open to her, and she really had no control over it to begin with. It simply came for her, like a stalking predator leaping upon its prey. Risa’s second orgasm hit her right as her first one had begun to abate. She screamed until it hurt her throat to do so, and then she wailed and groaned as her body jerked and trembled in a sky-rending, earth-shaking release.

263 practically smiled to itself as Risa drowned in her sea of pleasure. She begged it not to take her, screamed that she hated everything that was happening. But 263 could feel her sensations, just as she could feel its. It could feel her tight, inexperienced walls stretch with every thrust, as the rough, unyielding flesh of the tentacle forced its way into her, fast enough to hurt, almost fast enough to break her, but never without the blaze of satisfying pleasure that spread through her abdomen with the force of its thrusts. It could feel the surprisingly soft and warm suction cups covering her breasts, burning them with stimulation that covered all of her at once. And it could feel her desire, overriding her dignity and poise and the reality of her horrifying situation. No matter what she said, the part of her in charge now had long ago submitted to 263's grasp, body and mind.

"I. Force. You." it taunted her. "But. You. Want. To be. I. Like. You. Slut." The tentacles gave her body what it wanted, pounding away at her as she came. Her body was clamped so tight around its tendril that it felt like her pussy was trying to suck it in. Rivers of sweet nectar squirted out of her and flowed down its shaft, smelling of sex and desire. Her body was so wonderfully stimulating, so constantly inviting, that 263 felt the same desire building within it. Even as Risa continued to cum, the tentacle thrust itself into her tunnel, burying itself to her cervix with a rough thrust. It began to squirm in a way that Risa knew all to well, and a moment later, it came into her. Risa could feel the thick liquid flow through the tentacle with a satisfying burn before its muscles forced it into her. Her clenching walls massaged it, the touch of her drenched, velvety, clenching walls all the more satisfying in its heightened arousal. And 263 could feel it splash against her walls, taking up more and more of her womb with its heat and its weight, sloshing unevenly inside her.

The tentacles held her in place as more and more of its release flowed into her, her own orgasm only coaxing the tentacle into shooting more and more. Suddenly, the tentacle withdrew, painting her tunnel with its cum as it pulled out. It popped out of her tunnel, still spewing its thick liquid, and turned its head to coat her crotch with the hot seed. Its cum splashed against her labia and her clitoris, sending shocks of heat through her body. Then it lowered itself, and began to splash its fluid over her ass. Tentacles spread her cheeks wide, giving the stream access to her anus. The tentacle's cum flowed on and on, coating her lower body in a thin layer that began to rapidly cool on her skin.

At last, the tentacle dribbled the last few drops over her, and then ceased. It slowly floated away, leaving her lower body momentarily unmolested. The occasion was short, however, and seconds later the tentacles wrapped around her began to squirm, stroking her skin once more. More importantly, the tentacles supporting her rear began to slide over he cheeks, and one turned its attention to her crack. It slid against the now-slippery surface several times, stimulating her, before suddenly turning its tip toward her anus. Without ceremony or courtesy, it began to push forward, the layer of cum somewhat lubricating its attempted entrance. The tentacles sucking on her breasts redoubled their efforts in an attempt to relax her passage, and more suction cups descended on her thighs, starting to lightly pull at her sensitive inner legs. Of course, with the position and spread of her legs, there wasn't much resistance her body could offer to protect her petite ass from this new, savage advance.

Although the position of her body didn’t really allow for it, Risa tried her best to arch her back as she came. It was too much, far too much. The girl was still new and inexperienced with her own body’s orgasms, but with the mind link, she was experiencing the creature’s as well. She screamed, even though it hurt to do so, as she felt the surge of heat and the spasm of powerful muscles that pushed the gooey seed down the monster’s tentacle and into her young, tight body. She could feel every tiny detail in horrible clarity as the beast ejaculated within the clenching, milking folds of her pink sex.

After the first burst of hot alien jism erupted inside of her, Risa was totally stunned into silence. Her brain heard 263‘s taunting, cruel message, but she was utterly incapable of forming the coherent thoughts to reply while she basically came twice simultaneously. Perhaps the monster could handle such an event without much issue, but for the young human this was more than her innocent mind could possibly hope to bear. She jerked about as the male and female orgasms rampaged through her mind and her body, her hands clamped tightly to the tentacles in her grasp as if she were trying to strangle the life out of them.

She only calmed slightly when the monster pulled out of her, leaving a hot, sticky mess in her silky passage. Not to mention the tiny pool that sloshed within her cradle. She jerked and half-yelped, half-moaned as a splash of cum hit her right square on the clit. That oversensitive node was in no mood for any sort of outside contact. The sensation of that hot slap, followed by the cooling sensation was maddening; what was worse, she couldn’t even reach down to wipe it away! Her strong, teen hips jerked again when another load splattered against her exposed anus. God, she hoped he wasn’t planning on fucking her there again. It was so gross, and degrading.

Risa moaned and whimpered as she felt the monster finish glazing her buns with his cream. She could feel the satisfying surge of every last muscle spasm that produced the final bursts of alien cum onto her vanilla flesh. After a few final drops, she could feel the tentacle as it withdrew, but she could also feel the lingering lust within that distant, alien mind. It was hard to understand his thoughts, emotions or even his desires. His brain worked so differently from her own; she didn’t understand a lot of what she saw, or felt. The only thing she knew was that touching him, and being touched in turn, felt more dirty and violating than anything else had up to that point. Well, except for that finale back when she’d first been raped; that had been a singularly worse sensation, sure enough.

The poor girl whined as the tentacles began to stroke and kiss her anew. Having just cum herself, her cuddle instincts were in overdrive. The gentle, teasing stroking and sucking felt a lot better than it should have to her. 263‘s mind was so complicated and impossible for her to understand, that she didn’t recognize the new threat coming up from behind her. Suddenly, her ass was pried open and there was a new intruding bashing at her back gate. Out of pure, instinctual terror Risa clenched up her lower body. However, it was impossible to fight the skillful use of the girl’s sensitive spots to convince her body, if not her mind, to ease up a bit. The introduction of the tentacles to Risa’s inner thighs was a masterful move, combined with the gentle suction already covering her gasping breasts. The girl rolled her head back in surrender, as she felt her ring loosen against her will.

263 continued to stroke and caress her soft, sensitive skin, as her body relaxed and relented to the tentacle pressing against her back door. As soon as it felt her entrance slacken, the muscly appendage began to push its way inside. She was still as tight as she'd ever been - the rampant and prolonged ravaging of her holes thus far had done nothing to break in her body, but perhaps her mind would be more susceptible to her past. As the tentacle began to spread her puckered hole, 263 sent the memories of their last encounter into her mind. Their shared thoughts blazed with the images and sensations of Risa's asshole being raped and ravished over and over, reacquainting her with the feeling of being filled, of being forced open and drilled through in the place she was most ashamed of.

"Surrender. You. Are. Mine!"

The thick tentacle head finally passed into her clenching hole, and began to dig its way into her. She was still so tight - her warm tunnel gripped every inch of the tentacle's skin, her muscles rolling as if trying to push it out of her. But no amount of her resistance was enough to deter the powerful limb. Tight holes were what 263 lived for, and hers would be plundered just the same. The tentacle began a series of slow thrusts inside her, each one pressing against her clenched colon. Slowly, her tunnel spread wider and wider, and it dug deeper into her gut. The girl's thoughts felt as though it was splitting her open with its thrusts, unlocking more and more fuckable territory deep inside her - territory she'd always been afraid to explore. But her fears no longer mattered. Her ass was its playground, as much as the rest of her body. It slowly defiled more and more of her, its squirming mass stretching her as it moved deeper and deeper inside. Finally, it began to draw back farther. Its head spread her entire rectum, making every inch of it bulge as it passed. It started to thrust steadily into her ass, filling her up to the bend in her intestines.

As the tentacle began to plunder her asshole, one of 263's eye stalks moved towards her crotch, focusing on her trimmed, cum-stained pussy. Her folds were quite lovely, 263 thought - pink and soft lips, swollen and pouty with arousal. Smooth, delicate skin surrounded her slit, now coated in its former release, as was the crop of pubic hair that crowned her prize. 263 stared at it for several moments, appreciating its loveliness, making sure she could see it too. See how it was soaked with her own excitement, and still dribbled its release. See how her lips hung loser from the thrashing it had given her insides. It had claimed this pussy, through force and manipulation of her own lust. But it seemed sad, so empty and neglected. 263 was steadily pumping the girl's other hole, yes, but a tight sex was still a terrible thing to waste.

An answer to this dilemma quickly presented itself, as another tentacle lifted itself, floating some seven feet from Risa's crotch. It angled its head towards the girl's split thighs, and then lunged forward. Coordinated by the eye-stalk, it found its mark in her soft folds and flew into her. It slammed into her cervix as it took her tunnel in one swift stroke, filling her to the brim. It gave her no chance to recover from its shocking entrance, as it immediately began to thrust in and out of her much as the one before had. Its length twisted as it rammed into her, stretching her inner walls as far as they would go. Her body did an admirable job of clenching around the tentacle all the same, embracing it in her warm, milky flesh almost constantly. The eye stayed transfixed on her entrance as the tentacle repeatedly pierced and filled her. It wanted to show her what her sweet, lovely pussy looked like stuffed with pistoning cock. The way it quivered and drooled under the brutal battery, and her lips gripped its shaft, holding onto it as it tried to leave her and welcoming it back as it thrust back in. Her sex loved what it did to her, whatever she said.

Risa groaned with embarrassment as the serpentine bulge pressed hungrily against her tiny, puckered star. With a gasp of horror, the girl’s blue-grey eyes popped open as her mind was shown a detailed recap of her previous defilement in the empty classroom all those weeks ago. She had worked so hard to bury those memories away over time, to move on and try to recover from such a horrible event. Now those images were being brought back, and with them a repeat of all the senses that Risa’s brain had recorded in exact detail.

Too late, the girl tried to clench her back gate, and bar this unwanted intruder from the prize he desired to reclaim. Instead, her little ring of muscle was stretched open around the thick, rippling girth of skin and muscle that was sent wriggling up her backside. Risa wailed as she was defiled once more, the sound muffled by the living gag still present in her sweet mouth, and further lost by the noises that echoed off the walls of the greater pool room. She might as well have been on the other side of the galaxy, for all those other girls knew just outside those thin, shed doors. She was utterly alone; abandoned and forgotten, save for this sole unwanted stalker.

Risa had to fight down the urge to be sick as she felt more and more of the tentacle’s length pass through her dirty portal and into the depths of her tight, young ass. She clenched and pushed, but nothing stopped the horrible progress of the thick demon that merrily explored this forbidden path of hers. God, how deep was he planning on going!? There was no way this could be healthy for either of them. The silent, yet stern demand from the alien mind reverberated in the teen’s brain. Her only response was to shake her head weakly in denial. No! She couldn’t give in to him! He was nasty, and gross, and made her feel like a filthy slut.

However, as the tentacle in her ass began to pump in long, deep thrusts, Risa came to the horrible realization that it didn’t matter if she wanted to surrender or to fight. This monster was already taking what it wanted from her. Maybe she had misunderstood: he wasn’t asking her to give up, he was merely stating the fact that she was his possession, period. Risa moaned lightly as the horrible sensation of every deep thrust was counter-balanced by the sweet, little kisses along her sex-stained inner thighs and her heaving, firm breasts. As wrong as this should’ve felt to her, the girl couldn’t help the passion that built upon within her from all of this alien smooching! Even the awful squelching noises of the tentacle drilling her ass was complimented by the orchestra of tiny sucking pops of the little tentacle tips that worshiped her sweaty, smooth flesh.

The helpless student squeezed her eyes shut as she saw the eye stalk position itself between her tucked-up legs. It didn’t help to deny the alien’s vision, as she was forced to stare at her own defiled cunny. She blushed fiercely at the sight of her own shame, but she knew that the monster had not given her a close-up of this part of her body for no other reason than to rub her nose in her own sex stains. She’d been brutally raped by this monster once before, and she was uncomfortably familiar with his preferences. He liked her ass, but he liked her pussy more. If he was staring at it, it was likely for the singular desire to possess it once more.

Risa never saw the tentacle line itself up several feet away from her pink folds. When it speared her suddenly, she was taken completely by surprise by the bullseye shot straight to her core. 263‘s young, beautiful captive could only gasp as the tentacle in her pussy began to take her hard, fast and deep. Her tight little body shook in the grasp of her writhing bindings, as the vaginal raider fucked her to a much more demanding pace than the plundering monster buried in her butt. There was no time for the girl to think; her body reacted automatically to the alien stimulation regardless of her lack of willful input.

A moan of disbelieving horror issued out of the teen’s throat when she realized that her pussy wasn’t working against the intruder, but helping him! Her own body was encouraging this brutality! There was no mistaking the way her silky walls hugged and sucked the tentacle that pounded up into her love tunnel. Oh god, this was too much! How was she able to take this!? The girl’s sculpted chest pushed outwards as her head leaned back in total surrender to the pleasure and the pain. Her young, broken mind was filled with images of her slender body as it was double-stuffed with thick, thrusting tentacles. She couldn’t imagine how her young hips could possibly contain so much foreign mass, but she’d seen it happen now often enough to know this was no illusion. Her cheeks blushed scarlet at that shameful knowledge.

The new invaders quickly went to work, starting to thrust in and out of her with a relentless rhythm. With her body bound as it was, there was no way for her to twist away from the probing masses as they penetrated her deep and fast. Curiously, though, that quickly changed. 263 released Risa's legs from their compressed position, pulling on them until they were fully extended again, and her body was slumped back in her restraints in a sitting position. Her legs were still spread wide, held open by the tentacles wrapped around her ankles and thighs. The tentacles continued to pound into her body. Before she could possibly leverage her newly regained freedom, more bindings wrapped around her lower body, holding her almost completely still. The arms didn't even bounce her against the tentacles inside her - they just kept her stationary while the tentacles pistoned into her like parts of a diabolical engine.

Even as the tentacles in her lower body reacquainted her with the sensation of being drilled mercilessly and furiously, the tentacle in her mouth wasn't about to be ignored. It began to thrust harder into her mouth, once again slipping into her throat with regular frequency. Her throat began to bulge as it was repeatedly spread by the tentacle's thick head. Its rate of thrusts still allowed her to breathe, and more importantly, to moan, but it certainly felt like the thing could choke her at any moment if she didn't keep her form on point. At one point, it withdrew far enough to wiggle its head between her lips, but quickly thrust back in before she could make any kind of opening out of it.

Finally, the tentacle began to pump faster into her mouth. It fucked her face vehemently for several long seconds before it began to squirm in her mouth. A moment later, a blast of thick, warm, bitter cum filled her mouth. The first load nearly filled her mouth to capacity, and the tentacle punched itself against the back of her throat before shooting the second, forcing her to gulp in surprise. It came again and again in her cute maw, sealing her lips so that she was forced to swallow it, but releasing too fast for her to possibly gulp it all down in time. The excess splurted out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Finally, the ejaculating tentacle withdrew from her mouth. It left its load behind, still puffing her cheeks with its volume. But 263 wasn't going to give Risa a chance to scream for help, no matter how fast she spit out its seed. Not that it was sure that she even would if it let her, with how broken her mind was, but it wasn't taking chances. It wasn't done with her yet. Her mouth was still filled with cum when the next tentacle pushed its way inside, forcing some of it out with the force of its entry. It held itself between her lips, letting her swallow but not do much else. The tentacle that had just left her turned its head towards her face, wiggled, and sprayed her with a final shot of hot spunk. With its load released, it retreated, leaving its replacement to take over. And it did. As soon as Risa had taken care of what was left in her mouth, it began to plug away at her throat.

As Risa's violent triple-penetration continued, more strange things began to happen. The next tentacle to blow was the one that had been diligently pumping away at her tits. Its first shot hit her chin with the force of a hose blast and an audible "smack". As it continued to cum, it drew back and pointed at her chest, carpeting her lovely fun bags with thick cream. The ooze ran down her chest and dribbled around the dozen suction cups that were still affixed to her chest, especially her nipples. With its release finished, the tentacle lay its head down around its shaft, content to hold her airborne. Then, one by one, the suction cups began to disappear. With a gentle pop, each one disengaged and withdrew, leaving a ring of clean skin in the puddle of cum that covered her chest, which quickly filled with drops and rivulets. The last to go were her nipple cups, which pulled away with much louder pops. Her swollen nipples were left to bask in the warm, damp air of the shed.

More tentacles quickly began to approach Risa, once again angling for her breasts. But as they approached, they began to shudder and change. They started to flatten in mid air, and a shallow dip appeared in their middle, leaving two rounded lumps on either side. Their isolated head also began to vanish, leaving an evenly wide length, ending in a gentle curve. As they approached and their form solidified, they looked very much like large tongues - the kind a massive beast might have. Half a dozen of the flattened appendages approached Risa's chest, one bolder than the others, pressing itself against her breast. Slowly, it dragged itself up her supple tit, flicking her nipple as it roamed over its surface. It certainly felt like a tongue, gently lapping at her sensitive peaks. The others quickly joined in, smothering her bulging chest in this new form of demonic pleasure.

Risa’s eyes peeked open just slightly as she felt her legs being moved back down into more natural positions. She could feel the blood flow more easily through her lower limbs this way, and it actually felt a little better to be fucked in this position. With her long legs scrunched up, it felt like it shortened her sex a bit. This straighter, near-standing pose stretched her young womanhood to its full length, or at least it felt that way. It didn’t seem to make much difference to her charming, rapist tentacle, as he ravaged her feminity all the same.

What really soured this new development was the tentacles that moved in to tightly bind her hips into place. This living web held her steady and still even as the girl’s sex was hammered with brutal strikes, and her ass was drilled to inhuman depths of penetration. Ow. Well, at least he’d stopped swinging her entire body up and down to add further, unnecessary momentum to his savagery. Okay, not that it really mattered; this hurt just as badly.

Ah yes, and to make matters even worse still, the tentacle in her mouth had become inspired by its brothers’ actions. Just what she needed. Her throat made choppy, gargling noises as the tentacle dipped in and out of this life-sustaining passage in swift, shallow thrusts. It took all her weakened concentration just to be able to keep pace with the monster and maintain her breath. In a way, she was thankful that he was fucking her in such a way that she could keep on breathing. With her beautiful figure speared three ways, Risa needed all the oxygen she could get. She tilted her chin up to angle her neck to better take this unholy blowjob. The monster’s perverse fascination with his captive’s throat had trained the girl to control her gag reflex, and it took all of her hard-learned training to keep even that little shred of her dignity intact.

The tentacle’s ferocity increased in a disturbingly familiar pattern. Risa prepared herself as best she could as the signs all came into play of what she was about to have to deal with. That familiar squirming was the final warning that she would receive before the first eruption filled her maw with vile, alien jism. With her lips tightly stretched around the thick girth of the tentacle, Risa found that she was unable to evacuate the semen from her mouth but for a few dribbling runnels. That didn’t make nearly enough room before the second load was delivered straight down into her throat.

The girl was still being simultaneously hammered in both of her lower holes, and so she found that she needed to breathe more than she needed to spit out the disgusting flood of tentacle cum in her mouth and throat. However, even as she began gulping down swallow after swallow of his hot cream, the tentacle kept spurting fresh batches. Eventually the pace simply overtook the poor human, and in a final burst the cum exploded out of her nose and the corners of her mouth. Her blue-grey eyes shed fresh tears at the burning sensation in her nostrils, and she continued to gulp desperately to empty her throat before she suffocated on this filth.

The moment the tentacle popped free, Risa spewed as much of the remainder as she could force out of her defiled mouth. Before she’d managed to push even half of the gunk out, she was stuffed with a fresh tentacle to entertain. Through her tear-stained vision, Risa just saw the previous tentacle squirm in that familiar dance. She squeezed her eyes closed just in time as a hot load splattered across her face. Last time, she’d received that same treatment and ended up with alien cum in her eye. Well, she still couldn’t open her eyes, but at least she wasn’t going to go blind from semen contamination. The moment that she had half-spit, half-swallowed her full serving of cum, the new tentacle began to ravish her freshly-cream-coated throat. Unable to deny this creature, Risa could only bend her head back and let him have his fun, while her throat made soft, squishy noises with every pump.

The initial blast of cum against the teen’s shapely chin came as a total surprise to the girl. She jerked as the shotgun force nearly took her head off, and then subsequently battered her once-sterling chest with the remainder of its payload. Her panting breasts rose and fell as the slimy release oozed down over her creamy mounds. The cooling sensation tingled against her sensitive skin, and the girl shivered in agitation as she was unable to wipe the stuff away with her arms locked against her sides. The tentacle that had painted her tits settled right back against its coils wrapped tight about her lower ribcage. This grip still provided Risa with the challenge of catching a full breath, even when her throat wasn’t clogged with yet more tentacle goodness. All that tentacle needed to do was give her a little squeeze, and he’d force the air out of her lungs.

Honestly, though, that tentacle was one of her least worrisome contenders. She was still being triple-penetrated by ruthless siblings of the appendage wrapped lovingly about her lower chest. Her body struggled far more greatly to contain these pleasure-seeking brutes more than it struggled for air, but Risa suspected this was likely the doing of her host. The beauty’s slender figure was held firmly in place as she was speared from three separate angles simultaneously. Wet, shameful noises issued from all three of the horrible unions, creating a soft symphony of Risa’s complete defilement.

More noises rose up from the teen’s voluptuous chest as the suction cups released their firm “kisses” and pulled away from her delicate skin. Risa was sad that they were leaving her. They had been her only source of pleasure without an equal measure of pain, well except for the rascals affixed to her nipples. The way those two had tugged at her breasts had not been delicate nor gentlemanly. Of course, they were the last to go. Their suction was so much tighter than the others that they separated with a slow *squeeeeak-pop!*

Those pale, vanilla globes would not go long without companionship, however. They bobbed invitingly as Risa breathed in a desperate pace set by her rapist, and not by the needs of her own body. She gasped, and then moaned loudly as the first tongue-shaped appendage licked one of her shapely mounds. Within moments, her breasts were surrounded by the paddle-shaped limbs as they molded her flesh like moist, sugary cookie dough. Wow, this felt better than the suction cups! Out of a desperate instinct to encourage this gentle pleasure, Risa pushed her chest out and up as far as her upper back could bend. Her midsection stretched attractively as she moved to this exotic angle, despite the stranglehold upon her hips.

“That feels good. Thank you,” Risa’s broken mind called out to its inhuman assailant.

As the thrusting tentacles continued to penetrate Risa's body, the tongue-shaped tentacles focused on her breasts. Several eye-stalks refocused on her heaving chest, as well, and she could see her breasts being slowly deformed and fondled by the lapping appendages. Finding her reactions pleasing, the tongues began to lick harder and longer. Their attentions covered her breasts, which began to bounce and roll under the force of their licks. They were lifted as the tongues licked up, only to bounce down under the force of gravity, and wait for the return trip. Several began to focus on her nipples, running in circles around them.

"You. Like. This," 263 observed thoughtfully as she deliriously thanked it for its treatment. Immediately, the effort of the tongues began to redouble. Her heaving tits were swallowed in the mass of the tongues, licking and fondling every direction at once. Some began to move back and forth from one breast to the other quickly, while others remained focused on slowly showering attention one one lovely orb at a time.

The instruments working over her chest with gentle, soothing strokes were a sharp contrast to the fast, rough thrusts into her tight body. The tentacles fucked her expectantly, drawing out more reluctant pleasure from her body, forcing stimulation deep into her no matter how she tried to fight it. Suddenly, the tentacle in her pussy thrust itself inside and began to gyrate, grinding against her inner walls while keeping her completely full.

"Cum," the voice commanded. "Feel. Good. And. Cum." All along the length of the tentacle stuffing her sex, the shaft began to bulge. Swells grew and shrank inside her, stretching one part of her pussy and then letting it contract while another area spread wide. Gradually, the swelling became a pattern, moving up the shaft and then back down. It felt like the thing was fucking her without moving, without ever leaving her truly empty. There was only varying degrees of full, and the feeling of her slutty sex doing whatever it had to to stay tight around the mass inside her. "I. Will. Make. You. Cum."

As the fantastical visions returned, Risa's mind was filled once more with the senses of being inside herself. She could feel her ass and her pussy clamping against 263's shafts, and her cum-slicked throat being pumped by the third. She could see her breasts being batted around like beach balls by the soft, tenacious tongues that licked away at her luscious lumps. Visions came fast of the tentacles fucking and raping her a dozen different ways, many of which it hadn't done, or hadn't gotten to yet. She might have even seen other women, girls of other sizes and hair colors flash through her visions. She didn't know them, didn't know if they were people the monster had taken in the past. But every one of them was writhing and moaning in pleasure, close to bursting and flooding their abused love tunnels with their natural juices. Pleasure, unadulterated and undeniable, filled Risa's mind as she watched her own fate, and theirs.

Risa continued to offer up her breasts to the amazing treatment that they were receiving. As the broad, long, tongue-like tentacles bathed her ample bosom in their mass embrace, the only discomfort that the girl felt was the bite of the netting being pushed into her sensitive flesh by the lapping appendages.

“Yes, I like it,” her young mind confirmed automatically as the tentacles seemed to become excited by this admittance, “but the net kinda hurts me. Can you take it off me, now? It would feel a lot better for you too.”

While the bound teenager waited for a reply, her attention was forced downward to the true center of the monster’s attention. As lovely as her breasts were, it was obvious that the creature far and away preferred the warm, wet comfort of Risa’s pussy over any other feature of her body. She emitted a very long, loud groan in reaction to the way the tentacle defiling her sex began to twist and gyrate while penetrated to her furthest depths. The increased friction caused sparks of sharp pleasure to burst along the girl’s sex in unexpected hot spots hidden along her silken passage.

“No! Please, don’t make me cum again! I don’t want to- Woah! Ah!? Holy shit, what the hell are you- oh fuck! Oh my god!” Risa screamed in her mind, even with her throat stuffed with tentacle, as her pussy felt the deep undulations begin along the length of the tentacle burrowed within her. She tried desperately to struggle. Although her body didn’t actually move at all, the tentacles holding her hips and thighs would undoubtedly feel her muscle contractions as she attempted to escape all the same. Simultaneously, there were other muscle contractions firing off in nearby regions; ones that Risa had no control over whatsoever. Deep, primal spasms rocked her sex, like the first few bursts before a fireworks finale.

“I’m gonna cum! You bastard monster! I’m gonna cum, and it’s all your fault!” Risa squeezed a couple fresh tears from the corners of her eyes as her body tightened up, like it was preparing to implode. Then, detonation! She moaned and screamed as best she could past her oral stuffing as her sensitive pussy collapsed into a fierce orgasm. Bound into place, Risa’s writhing and spasming was nearly undetectable from 263‘s alien view of the situation, which played in real time inside of the girl’s own mind as well. However, they could both feel the utter breakdown into chaos occurring within the beauty’s body.

On top of the physical triple-rape Risa suffered beneath simultaneously, her mind was also forcibly shown images of her own body being raped in ways that she’d not actually experienced before. Were these his fantasies, or just a preview of what was in store for her? Risa grimly suspected that it was a bit of both, unfortunately. There were also visions of other young women in place of herself; Risa didn’t recognize any of them, and so she was again unsure if this was fantasy or memory. Either way, it was highly disturbing to see. More disturbing still, was the sensation of 263‘s tentacles as they fucked her own body. Feeling herself from the monster’s perspective was truly horrifying for her. It was more than just an additional aspect of her rape that she had to endure, it was the fact that it felt damn good to fuck herself. Without a proper moral compass to stop itself, it was little wonder why this beast was drawn to rape her and possibly other girls on the campus grounds. With all of this alien defilement, Risa’s mind was pushed to the very brink of what her young brain could withstand. She could feel the weight of this experience pressing down on her mind like too much tonnage upon a bridge. If something didn’t let up soon, that bridge was going to snap, and collapse!

Unfortunately for Risa, 263 felt no compulsion to let up any time soon. Fucking her senseless was just too damn enjoyable. Her body - and increasingly, her mind - were utterly at its disposal, vulnerable and responsive to its demands. Its ability to make her cum practically on command proved that beautifully. Despite all the physical and mental abuse she'd taken, her holes were still tight, still flooding with her juices, her muscles clamping tight against the thick rods pile driving into her yielding body. As long as there was a cock spreading her open, her body was alert, practically tireless in its pleasure. Whatever happened to her mind, it seemed like it could fuck her to orgasm again and again, as long as it wished, and she would just keep moaning and mewling and squirting onto the meaty shafts that ravaged her body.

The tentacles held Risa's body entirely in place as her orgasm rocked her. It could feel her muscles straining to thrash and writhe in the unbidden pleasure of it all, but it held her fast, forcing her body's frustration to surge along with her lust. The only part of her that was allowed to move was the flesh within her, as it was pounded back by the rock-hard tentacles spearing her overly-sensitive cumming pussy. It let the feeling of its impassioned violating of her body spread through her mind, contrasting her immobilized euphoria with it's own totally free-reigned fucking. She could do nothing, and he could do everything to her. And she would moan for it, and cum for it, because he wished her to. 263 noticed the confusion in her mind as the other girls began to flash in her mind. It would have smiled to itself.

"They. Are. All. Sluts," it explained, its voice frighteningly soft and sensual. "I. Fuck. You. All." One of the tentacles grabbed the net that was still bound to Risa's body and tore it away, severing the strings that formed the holes that tentacles were poking through. The tattered remnants were cast aside. The thing was utterly pointless now, both functionally and symbolically. There could be no greater sign of her capture than the tentacles that bound her completely and fucked her until she came against her own will, came her brains out on command, again and again. She was his slut now, scream and curse him as she may. It made no difference.

The tentacles inside her began to accelerate. They thrust into her tight holes faster and harder, and her body began to rock in the monster's grip, into the thrusts, sending them in harder. The tentacle in her mouth was reaching all the way down her throat now, all the way to her stomach, coating as much of its thick shaft as possible with her wet tunnel. The thrusts into her pussy felt as though they were practically forcing her cervix open, threatening to spill into her womb itself. And her ass - God, she'd never known anything could reach so far up her back door from the outside before. It was deeper than should have been possible, let alone safe. And yet, the tentacle rampaged relentlessly, recklessly inside her. They all did.

They kept rampaging as they came, pouring cum into her from all sides. Her poor womb, still mostly full from the last battery, began to swell from the mass of it. It squirted up her rectum until she could start to feel it in her large intestine, burning and thick and heavy. It was pouring into her stomach, falling in spurts and globs that she felt sink in her tummy, almost as if that was swelling too. There was so much of it, it was hard to tell where the mass of it all was. It just continued to flow, filling her up more and more. The tentacles finally began to slow, but stayed deep within her, forcing her body to take the alien jism that it pumped into her, load after load after load.

Risa’s sweet voice quieted as her throat was savagely taken to depths that were simply inhumane for the girl to have to cope with. Instead of orgasmic moans and screams, she shushed down to little whimpers and tiny, wet noises that her throat made as it tried to figure out what to do with this foreign object lodged stubbornly inside of it. Although there had been no physical sound to it, the monster’s horrific message echoed hauntingly within the girl’s mind. She could only shudder at the thought that there were other poor girls on campus suffering in the same manner that she suffered. Together, they were a sorority of defiled, abused souls connected by this horrible monster’s perverse tastes.

Still she came. Her ripe, young body was fresh for the taking. Her unseasoned nerves were still surprised by their own reactions, and she was overly sensitive in areas that had not yet been broken in by adequate sexual experimentation. Risa’s body was responsive, even when it was unwilling. She was a delicious, perfect fuck.

The teen’s face was craned all the way back to allow the tentacle between her lips full access straight down her throat. This left her orange-tinted hair to dangle like an exotic drape behind her body, suspended just inches away from the tasty curve of her smooth, flawless back. The strands shivered as the tentacles began to pound impossibly faster and harder into Risa’s three fuck-holes. It was a vast contrast to the way they had shimmered and waved, like the mane of a galloping mare, when 263 had taken the girl in their first encounter together. Nonetheless, the strands seemed so vibrant in the shadowy gloom of the shed, as if they were a light source all by themselves. Even this subtle movement was hypnotizing. More importantly, it was really the only outside indication that Risa’s body could produce in reaction to the steam-piston-force of the tentacles ravishing her in unthinkably horrible ways.

Although the three tentacles pounded at a similar pace and force, each defilement was unique to Risa. In her throat, she felt her airways cut off completely as the tentacle brazenly ignored her body’s basic needs in order to fulfill its own perverse desires. The desperate clenching of her inner muscles only served to pleasure this intruder further, and he was so deeply inside of her that her entire throat bulged obscenely all the way down to the hollow atop her breastbone. The tentacle in her ass disappeared into her bowels, but although the teen couldn’t detect exactly where it probed her, she could feel the inches of tentacle flesh passing through her sensitive ring. For Risa, it was the depth that he was attaining up her rectum that made her sick, and not so much his girth as he stretched her painfully wide. She considered that there just had to be dire consequences to pushing a foreign object so deeply into that part of the human body, but she wasn’t medically knowledgeable enough about the subject to be sure.

Worst of all was the tentacle in her pussy. Here was an organ designed for giving and receiving pleasure. The tool with which she could create new life. Risa considered her sex to be a sacred part of herself, perhaps more so than any other piece of her anatomy. Then along came this monstrous rapist, who turned her holy chalice into a defiled idol of sex and pain. Her body had become her curse, and it centered around this velvet sheath. It was now her doom, turned into the weapon by which Risa was unmade. It was the fiery forge by which this monster could reshape his prey into whatever mold suited his tastes best.

263 raped her so hard, Risa felt as if she should be bleeding from the inside. Every deep penetration slammed against her cervix with the force of a battering ram. This was not the stroke of a lover, nor even of a rapist. This was the thrust of a monster who demanded entry into every last inch of Risa’s pussy. It did not matter that it was impossible for her to offer this part of herself to him, he was going to take it from her by force regardless of what it would cost the girl. Despite the terrible pain of this treatment, Risa’s sex smothered the tentacle in her flowing juices, and embraced his alien shaft like a familiar lover. For as long as the girl lived, she would never forgive this awful betrayal by her own body. She was tainted.

Risa’s stunningly lovely figure shuddered as the tentacles drove into her simultaneously to deliver their separate gifts. Her soft, human ears could easily detect the noisy pumping of alien seminal fluid as it surged through the triple inputs into her body. They gave her far more than what her natural capacity could hold, and then they kept on giving her more and more still. Risa wanted to struggle against it, to somehow stop this inhumane treatment. What had she done to deserve this horrific fate? Held bound and utterly helpless, while the tentacles that had so brutally savaged her tender, young body now filled it to overflowing with their vile ejaculations. It took everything she had just to keep from passing out.

The tentacles continued to slowly pump in and out of her defiled holes as the poured their ooze into her body. It felt like pounds of the stuff must have been filling her, sealed inside her by the girth of the tentacles, and the sheer depth into which it was poured. It stretched her body's natural form, swelling her in places at once pleasurable and painful and terrifying. The tentacles finally came to a stop, enjoying the warmth of her tight body even in their afterglow. Finally, they slowly withdrew. Their thick liquid followed as the probes retreated from her lower body, and it began to flow out of her in spurts and globs, though a considerable amount of it stayed behind inside her. What made its way out started to trickle down into the drain in the floor.

As her body was left unpenetrated, the tentacles binding her began to shift. Slowly, she felt herself lowering towards the ground, turning in their grasp as she moved. Many of the tentacles binding her began to fall away. She quickly found her legs free, and they were left to dangle under her as she was flipped so that her front faced the floor. The tongues that had been assaulting her chest withdrew, leaving her breasts to hang under the effects of gravity, dangling underneath her. Slowly, she was lowered to her feet, although the position of the tentacles around her mid and upper torso kept her bent forward.

As she touched down, there was a push from the tentacles, shoving her forward and causing her to stumble. She was pulled along, arms held out in front of her in their bindings, until she came to a rest leaning against the wall of the shed. She could hear her schoolmates frolicking outside more loudly now, only a thin wall separating her and them. 263 seemed well aware of this, and tentacles floated menacingly near her face, as if prepared to spear her mouth should she try to attract attention to the shed. Her hands were pressed to the wall, and she was pushed forward until her weight leaned against it, leaving her nowhere to move to. With her body still leaning forward, her well-fucked privates were on full display between her thighs, sticking straight towards the tentacles and eye stalks that followed her descent.

263 gazed over her defiled treasures with satisfaction and anticipation. By its reckoning, there was plenty more thrusting into that tight little body for it to do, but first, it had an experiment to perform. The girl had had a very favorable reaction to the new flat tentacles it had designed caressing her breasts. It had drawn inspiration for the design from appendages it had seen on other monsters, usually protruding from their mouths. Softer and more yielding than its normal tentacles, they were still just as dexterous, and perhaps even more pleasurable on sensitive surfaces. It seemed that these protrusions were typically sensory organs, and though 263 didn't have quite the same sense of taste most monsters did, it had worked its usual touch and smell receptors into them in an even higher concentration and sensitivity, given the softer, more porous skin. While that might have made these tentacles more vulnerable, they had certainly been enjoyable to use against the girl's tits - seemingly for both of them. It couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to apply the same technique to an even more sensitive - and more aromatic - area.

With the girl's glistening cunny spread before it, this seemed like the perfect opportunity to find out. It allowed the girl to turn her head slightly to look back as one of the tongue-like tentacles floated slowly towards her snatch. 263 could smell her scent strongly as it approached her dripping honeypot. Granted, her crotch was both covered and filled with its own release, but the girl's fluids and pheromones were unmistakeable all the same. The deformed, alien tongue tentacle slowly approached her exposed lips, finally planting its tip against her entrance. With uncharacteristic patience, it slowly lapped up the length of Risa's slit, soaking in the fluids that lined her pouty lips as it went. The reverse side took over as it drew back down, stroking her just as strongly going the other direction. It began a steady rhythm of licking up and down her nethers, gradually starting to push its way inside her stimulated hole.

The damned tentacles just kept going. Risa tried to stay calm and to conserve her breath for as long as it would take for the tentacles to pull out, but they hadn’t even finished pumping into her yet! God damnit, the pressure was actually starting to hurt now! Even then, they kept going. The girl managed just one tiny moan past the tentacle in her mouth. A final plea for mercy as she began to seriously believe this monster had no intention of letting her live through this experience.

“Please don’t kill me! I won’t tell! I won’t tell, I promise! Just please, please, don’t kill me! I need to breathe! Please, I’m going to pass out... please pull out now!” Risa’s mind was desperate as it pleaded with the alien presence. She couldn’t tell if she got through, as he remained lodged inside of her body even after he’d finished pumping her far beyond capacity. She felt like a shaken wine bottle, but with three corks instead of just one. Oh man, her stomach was going to burst if she didn’t get some relief soon!

Even as the tentacles began to slowly withdraw, Risa teetered upon a razor’s edge of consciousness. She wasn’t even sure if she’d be able to stay awake long enough to last until the tip pulled free from between her pink, soft lips. Worse still, the girl hadn’t realized just what the consequences would be for getting filled up like this. Her body was pushing the vile semen out of all three of her holes simultaneously. She could feel the fluids rushing through her as soon as the passages were made clear. Before she could even get a breath in, the girl wretched a thick stream of cum onto the floor far below. The puddle she created coagulated with the two other waterfalls of alien semen that flowed out of her other two ports. What a mess.

Risa spat one last gooey glob of 263‘s spunk out of her sticky mouth, and then took a deep, ragged breath of air. Her face was still painted with dried semen from the first tentacle’s final spurt, and now her lips and chin were glossy with a fresh coat. Her uncontrollable upheaval had also splattered some droplets against the front of her torso, but these quickly dried up and out of sight.

When the monster released her legs, the junction of her legs made a gross, squishy sound as her limbs swung loosely together. She looked down and saw the web-like lattice of alien cum that connected her crotch and inner thighs to the various stains that she now bore. She could still see drops of white cream falling from her lower holes to the distant floor below. The strawberry-blonde teenager would have been glad for this horrific mess if it had meant the end of her ordeal, but she’d been taken by this creature before. With her luck, he was just getting warmed up.

The tentacles flipped her body over suddenly. Bad move! Risa wretched again under this sudden vertigo, and shift in weight. Well, at least that got rid of more of the stuff weighing down her stomach. Silver lining to every cloud... yeah...

Risa whimpered quietly as she was put down on her own two feet, and then bullied up against one of the shed’s thin walls. With her pretty face pressed against the thin wood, her ears could hear the activity in the pool area so clearly, it was like she was standing in there right with them. She cried a little, wanting so badly to scream for help. It took just one look at the hovering tentacles nearby to remind her why the punishment for such behavior would outweigh the potential benefits. Instead, she just pulled her scrunched hands up next to her face, and leaned her thin shoulders against the wall to support and balance her weight. After a fucking like that, there was no way she’d be able to stand under her own power. Even now, her long, sculpted legs shivered with the effort of just keeping her butt pushed up into the air.

In this position, it was obvious what direction the monster would be coming from. Curious about what the beast had in store for her next, Risa peaked over her shoulder in time to see the approaching tongue-shaped tentacle that had been licking her breasts earlier. Oh, that was a surprisingly tame choice, but the girl dared not to make any move or statement that might provoke the monster into changing his mind. She could really use a little gentler treatment after that inhumane savagery he’d just put her through.

Nobody had ever gone down on Risa before. Truth be told, although she’d given a single blowjob before coming to Shokushu, she’d never considered the idea that the roles could be reversed. When the tongue-like appendage stroked her girlish petals, Risa’s eyes popped open at the sensation, and her hips jerked automatically. He stroked down in the opposite direction, and her hips jerked twice more, and were accompanied by a little squeak of intense pleasure.

Now that they’d been introduced, the alien tongue began to lick the human’s pink, fluffy pussy from top to bottom. Risa didn’t want to make any noise, lest her rapist feel like he’d have to gag her to keep her quiet, but she couldn’t help all the little sounds that escaped her throat. She tried to dampen them a bit by slipping a single finger between her teeth as she squeaked, whimpered and moaned. Her long, feathery eyelashes fluttered down over her blue-grey eyes as she concentrated on this heavenly sensation to her sore, throbbing sex. Young, strong hips began to gyrate slowly in response to this stimulation. Holy fuck, she was getting turned on faster than a car ignition! Was it supposed to feel this good? Oh hell, who cares! Thank you, thank you, thank you for this!

When he’d teased her arousal back into full bloom, the tongue began to move towards its true objective. Only now, Risa kinda anticipated it. The tentacle was even softer than his fellows, and not nearly as thick or unyielding. This one actually felt...nice! As the tip edged into her sweet, tight entrance, she chewed on her finger gag and silently clawed the wall with her other, free hand.

“Put it in me, please! I want this one!” she begged, not even ashamed to admit it in her mind. Okay, she was a little ashamed, as her cheeks were flushed with more than just her feminine passion. But hey, this was the first tentacle that was all pleasure and no pain. This was a welcome distraction compared to what other horrors the monster fantasized about using on her helpless body.

The tongue-like tentacle slowly pushed its way inside her pouty pussy. It squirmed deeper and deeper, sensually stroking against her walls as it went. The addition of so many olfactory receptors did indeed make the experience all the sweeter for the tentacle. Although her tunnel was still lined with its earlier release, the thick fluid was beginning to wash away, replace with copious amounts of the girl's own nectar that she was starting to steadily leak under this new stimulation. It was intriguing that this manner of intrusion seemed to cause so much pleasure in the girl, at least as much as its harder tentacles had previously, and certainly more arousal. Perhaps these tentacles would serve well as the first part of a multi-stage assault. It would have to test this theory, starting now. Though Risa's pussy had already been battered and pumped and filled up by the fucking it had given her so far, it could at least see if this new treatment improved her receptiveness to being penetrated further, or how much she came as a result.

For now, it adopted a gentler approach, continuing its new tongues delicious journey into her young folds. The muscular mass spread her petals softly, curling to fit inside her as much as it made room for itself. Its skin was soft but rough, covered in tiny bumps and ridges that rubbed against Risa's pussy. As it dug deeper, it began to twist and explore inside her. Rather than stretching her roughly as the penetrating cock tentacles had, this spread her walls in a much more pleasant way, administering attention to one side of her silky hole, then the other. The dexterous tongue wrapped around the contours of her tunnel, covering her inner flesh entirely, striking every nerve between her lips and as deep as it could reach.

"You. Will. Have. This. One," it said gently, almost as if to reward her compliance. "And. Many. More."

Even as the tentacle began rock side to side inside her, more of the delightfully soft and dextrous tongues descended on her crotch. They began by lapping up and down her thighs, licking up the fluids that coated her legs and trickled down from her crotch. Slowly, they worked their way up and began licking her labia, working their way around her lips and her spread crotch. A number of them traveled over her rear, affectionately stroking her buns, even pressing against them with the tips of their tongues. It all felt so soft, so nice, like she was having sex with a big, warm kiss. Slowly, the tongues started to become wet, trailing something that felt much like saliva over her body. It made all the difference on her skin, at once lubricating their caresses while heightening the effects of their friction. The effects inside her were less pronounced, as she was already producing more than enough fluid on her own.

As 263 pleasured the girl more and more, her impulses to cry out grew stronger, and the noises that dis escape her slowly grew louder. It could feel her mind begging to cry out in unbridled, unrestrained pleasure. So far, her soft gasps and moans could barely be heard outside the thin walls, let alone over the din that almost muffled her, even in here. And yet, the risk that she could draw attention to them remained, and it didn't like the idea of being interrupted. Its tentacles continued to hover nearby, some even reaching forward and stroking the girl's face gently, ready all the same to plow into her mouth if she tried to raise her voice, or simply lost control of it. However, a more satisfying solution quickly came to it.

A few tentacles fell onto Risa's back, and slowly began to circle down towards her chest. As they touched her breasts, they began to coil around them, once more ensnaring her hanging love pillows. However, rather than groping and molesting them roughly as the tentacles had done before, they simply began to push them together, forming a tight seal between them. The tips of the tentacles rose and began to tweak her nipples, pressing them back and forth, but otherwise, they made no further use of her tits. Another use quickly became clear, however, as a tentacle approached her from behind. However, rather than diving into any of her holes, it snaked underneath her, brushing roughly against her clit as it squirmed its way from her crotch up her stomach. It pressed itself into her soft body the whole way, finally coming to the mountain of her hanging breasts. Barely slowing, it pushed itself into the glorious fissure between her squished tits, and popped out the other side. It continued to move forward, dragging its shaft through her cleavage, finally floating in front of her face.

Without pause, the tentacle thrust into her mouth. Its whole length began to move up and down the length of her body, in and out of her sweet mouth. The grinding shaft pressed against her clit and through her breasts, effectively accomplishing three things at once. It quickly accelerated to a steady pace, pleasuring her and itself with one long section of flesh and muscle.

"You. Can. Scream. Now," 263 half assured, half taunted her. "You. Want. To. No. One. Will. Hear. You."

Risa’s head popped up as she felt the tongue-tentacle enter her slowly. It was such a delicious sensation that the girl’s panting breath shuddered with barely-restrained ecstasy. She bit down on her finger with such force that she was surprised there was no blood. Even with her tight restraint upon her own reactions, it was impossible to keep completely quiet while being stimulated this way. Her throat let little whimpers and moans escape as the smooth muscles of the soft tentacle writhed and twisted inside of her sensitive passage.

Now this sort of treatment, Risa could get used to. The vibrator from before had been very pleasurable, but it became way too intense after just one orgasm. Not only that, but such a device seemed to force the issue a little too heavily for her own tastes. This tongue, on the other hand, was so soft, sensuous and gentle that it felt more like a naughty massage than sex. And like any good masseuse, the tentacle found every sore and ache to rub away magically.

The captive teen had never desired this monster in any way, before now. However, she desired this one tentacle. She wanted him bad. Releasing the finger in her jaws, she stretched her hands up to a point above her head, as if in worship of this delicate, sexual play. She also rolled her back in a rather feline gesture of pleasure. Oh yeah, she liked this a lot! The pleasure was so good that she was shaking like a leaf in the wind, and her every exhale of breath shivered with pent-up passion. He was touching her in ways no one had ever touched her body before, not even his other tentacles.

She had all but forgotten that there had been more than one of these tentacles, although the monster’s earlier statement should have been a clue to her. Still, she wasn’t looking down, and was surprised to feel more tongue-like appendages sliding up her bare thighs before dipping in towards her folds. Risa let half of a soft moan escape before she bit her own lip to shut herself up. It would be just her luck to be interrupted now that her ravisher was actually treating her gently for once.

The girl silently dragged her nails down the walls in sexual frustration as she realized she was going to have to hold back her own orgasm just to keep quiet. Outside, ignorant students played in the cool waters of the pool, and chatted happily amongst each other by the water’s edge. Little did they know that one of their own classmates was about to reach sexual climax from getting felt up by an alien squid, and not more than thirty feet from where they swam! Back in the shed, alien tongues painted her sensitive flesh with smears of saliva-like oil. Risa gasped at the cool touch exciting her skin, and providing a stark contrast to the warm joining of flesh deep inside of her slick cunny.

Completely broken by her early fucking, and now tamed by this sudden gentleness, Risa mindlessly nuzzled against the tentacles that stroked against her pretty face. She continued to moan as lightly as possible while tentacles moved down across her back and over her hanging breasts. Her lovely, creamy mounds being pressed together didn’t do anything for her, but having her nipples teased certainly had an effect. She gasped some more, her every breathing shuddering as she fought against the boiling level of arousal that was beginning to press hard against the dam of her self-control.

The sudden brush against her clit nearly ruined everything. Risa snapped one of her hands over her mouth just in time to stifle a yelp of lightning sensation between her hips. The continued friction directly against her love button was causing her sex to spasm and clench, like the first sign of clouds before a bad storm. The teen even arched her body into the tentacle as it pressed up against her and ran up the length of her full, voluptuous figure. Once through her curtain of breasts, the tentacle bobbed up in front of the girl’s face. Risa didn’t hesitate for a moment, and moved her hand away while opening her mouth wide; her pink tongue rolled out like a cute, little welcome mat.

The monster speared her orifice just as his voice gave her permission to scream. The message was clear, and Risa let go of her stranglehold on her own passion. Her hips bucked back hard as she grinded against the tentacle that moved against her clitoris. This stimulation, plus the tentacle tongue-fucking her, and the ones playing with her nipples, and the ones licking her backside, all of them piled up the pleasure to its maximum holding capacity within seconds.

Risa sucked on the tentacle in her mouth as she started to orgasm, her tongue swirling against the bitter flesh without hesitation. Her young body drowned in pleasure as she bucked and screamed in pure, unabashed release. As her sex clamped down on the buttery-soft intruder within her folds, her hands moved to caress and stroke the tentacle shaft that protruded from between her sealed lips. The girl’s knees shuddered and then slowly gave out, which caused her to sink down until her knees contacted the floor. She kept her legs slightly open, even though she could no longer stand and present her ass fully to the monster’s view.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Oh my god, thank you!” her mind babbled near-incoherently as she experienced the best orgasm of her life to the touch of alien tentacles.