263 watched from the shadows as Risa did part of its job for her, gingerly stripping out of the skin-tight bathing suit and storing it beside her. That would certainly make things to come easier. Not that the thin, flimsy swimsuit would have provided much interference, but her eagerness to prepare herself for it was intriguing. This hand ritual must have been exciting her. Speaking of, she was back to business quickly, rubbing her hands over the tentacles. The tentacle between Risa's breasts quickly started sliding up and down, humping her cleavage steadily. Although 263 knew it wasn't inside her, the tightly pressed orbs provided a satisfying substitute - practically a kind of masturbation, really. Normally, 263's tentacles had a girl's breasts well in hand when it dicked them, but the girl was putting forth a commendable effort on her own.

Still, 263's restraint was steadily wearing thin. The girl leaned forward as she began to stroke the tentacles and kissed them gently on their tips, providing an alluring proximity to her mouth. The girl's thoughts still showed only hand and breast-play, but her sweet voice was almost agonizingly tempting. Whatever this strange foreplay was, it would have to end soon. The girl's thoughts still held that prevalent hint of lust and arousal. Between this and her voluntary undress, it seemed likely that she was ready to move on to the next stage herself. This was a completely novel experience to 263, having a girl voluntarily entice its sexual activities. But when all was said and done, it mattered little. 263 wanted to fuck this girl, and she could keep stroking it all she wanted, but it was high time it got its way.

As Risa whispered sweetly towards the tentacles, one extended through the net, slowly approaching her head. As it drew near, it gently caressed her face, almost affectionately, as if to respond to her kind words. It withdrew to hover patiently in front of her, pointed towards her. Less apparently, tentacles began to move around her, approaching her net. One crept through the holes beside her and wrapped around her swimsuit. Her scent was faint on it, washed away by the chlorinated water, but it was enough to entice them. As the other tentacles continued to encroach, approaching her from behind, 263 returned its thoughts on her. This girl seemed to like imagining what was going to happen. Maybe she would respond well to more thoughts of what was to come.

It had started to get the hang of this concept of "fantasy". Gradually, the thoughts it sent to her mind turned from what she was doing now, to a deeper, more thorough defilement. It was not so different from what it had seen her and dozens of other girls go through, but it was different enough. In its mind, she was naked, lying on the floor. Tentacles filled her passage, steadily pumping into her. Her hands continued to stroke the tentacles they clasped , and the tentacle underneath her hammered away at her tits, now coiled in more tentacles. She moaned and screamed as the rate of her ravaging increased. She was practically bulging with the mass inside her. And as the visions became more vivid, words, or rather the idea of words, slowly worked their way into it. Words that her mind would understand. A simple message.

"Girl. Fuck."

Risa giggled nervously as a new tentacle approached her face and nuzzled against her affectionately. She saw it remain very close by, hovering near her face. The girl fought the urge to cover her mouth with one of her hands. She wanted to believe that she had actually got through to this monster, and that she wasn’t in any real danger of being taken advantage of again.

“I know, but you have to wait your turn,” she quietly chided the newcomer, and held up her fists full of tentacle meat, “See? They get to finish first, then you’re next, ‘kay? Promise. Just be good.”

The young beauty failed to notice that the other tentacles were starting to close in on her as well. However, it was impossible to ignore the imagery that was sent into her mind. Risa gasped, her beautiful eyes opening wide in horror as she saw herself depicted being harshly raped again, but this time with her back against the cold floor of the supply closet. The words that followed were not her own; she knew that the creature had sent them to her. With great effort, she tried to keep herself from breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing. She had to reassert control over this situation quickly before it got away from her again.

“N-No! No girl fuck! You have to be nice to me, and I’m going to be nice to you, remember?” Risa decided she needed to show this monster who was boss. She took her hands away, and gave each tentacle a hard smack as a warning. Then she gripped the tentacle between her breasts, and pushed him away. Her eyes closed as she desperately concentrated on sending a detailed image of how this entire process was supposed to work: she stripped, played with his tentacles until he came, and then she would get dressed and leave.

Although her mind displayed these images, her body would tell another story. The alien mind link had an unforeseen effect on Risa: she had inadvertently turned herself on with all the soft petting, stroking and kissing. It was sick, and narcissistic, she knew, but her body was undeniably aroused. All the telltale signs were there: her pink nipples were hard, little diamonds atop her creamy breasts, and her thighs glistened with her feminine excitement. She did her best to ignore these undesired side-effects, but she had no way of being able to portray a proper explanation to her captor.

This girl was thoroughly perplexing. Her arousal was obvious, it had assumed she would, contrary to convention, be eager for it to get on with ravaging her body. And yet, her response to the images it broadcast into her mind was to cease all her activities and attack its tentacles. Then she closed herself off from its advances and began to send her own fantasies back to it. The girl took off her clothes - that had already happened. She stroked the tentacles - that had been happening until a few seconds ago. And then the tentacles released their seed into the air. That was madness. Why would it waste its energy and fluid coating the ground with it? It was meant to go inside her. At worst, it would waste some painting her chest and face as it uselessly fucked her tits, but everyone had their unproductive quirks. But it would never cum just from this worthless hand-play. Then, in the fantasies, the girl got up, put her tight swimsuit back on, and left, without anything further happening.

So, that wasn't going to happen.

263 wasn't entirely sure about this girl anymore, but didn't very much care anymore. It had indulged her strange fantasies long enough, and there was clearly now a disconnect between her desires and its own. But, such a thing had never been a problem before - it had a very reliable method of dealing with it. She was more than aroused enough for its purposes. She would enjoy this the way it went, or not at all. It didn't matter.

First, the tentacle holding up the net released it, letting it fall back on Risa's head. 263 let that sink in for a moment, but then everything was a blur. The tentacle that had been between her breasts shot out and wrapped around Risa's torso, holding it firmly in its grasp. Its head circled back to her front and pressed back between her breasts. With its length coiled around her, it was far too strong for her to dislodge or even slow down. It roughly lifted her off her feet, still lustfully fucking her tits. More tentacles reached through and over the net, starting to rub against her soft mounds and pressing them together, forming a tight layer of skin around the tentacle. More moved for her legs, binding her ankles and starting to coil higher and higher. A few tentacles made a beeline for her crotch, but then turned under her and began running over the curve of her rump.

Risa was trapped, suspended in midair and trapped underneath the net. Her arms were free to thrash, but her legs were completely bound. Slowly, more tentacles began to move over her body, binding her in place. Once more, lewd images filled Risa's mind. Images of what it was going to do to her. They were no longer meant to arouse her, but to assert the reality of her future. Once more the words came, sounding more and more like a voice this time.

"Fuck. Fuck!"

Risa yelped as the net fell back onto her head, and entangled her entire body in a rough mesh. Although the monster did not attack her immediately, she suspected that this was a clear message of what it thought of her plan now. Uh oh.

As she struggled with the net, the tentacle that she had been so accommodating to lunged forward and coiled tightly about her torso. She squeaked as it tightened its grip, and squeezed her slender ribcage. Risa had to gasp several times just to get sufficient air into her lungs to keep breathing, as she was helplessly lifted up into the damp air of the dark supply closet. Too late, she thought to scream and bring some attention to herself at last, but that wasn’t going to happen with the vice grip on her ribs. As if to taunt her, she could hear laughing, splashing and playful screaming just beyond the doors of the closet. Desperate to get someone’s attention, she tried to scream, but she only managed to produce a loud moan. Nobody was going to hear her over the cacophony in that pool area. Just another reason why she hated free swim.

Risa’s attention was brought swiftly back to her predicament as she felt more tentacles press against her creamy-soft mounds. Working together, they pushed her love pillows together to create the same, tight sheath for their brother as it had been enjoying just moments ago. The voluptuous teen pushed her chest out, and craned her neck back so that she could watch the tentacle thrusting up through her cleavage. Damn, she’d been so close to connecting with him. She’d given him something he enjoyed, but it wasn’t enough. He didn’t want to be teased; he wanted to be satisfied, and he knew just where to go to get that satisfaction.

The girl’s legs tugged uselessly as she felt the coiling grip of tentacles creeping up her long, shapely limbs. That familiar touch made her skin crawl in disgust and apprehension. She let out a whining moan as a few tentacles darted under her and pushed up against the seat of her butt. It was happening again; it was really happening again, oh god! Surprisingly, what unnerved her the most about her repeat situation wasn’t the monster’s actions, but her body’s own reactions. Her body wanted this!? It was undeniable: her nipples were hard, and not just from exposure to the cold air, her sex was literally dripping with lust, and her whole figure shivered with excitement. She was a sick, nasty puppy! She couldn’t believe this stark betrayal.

Although Risa’s arms were allowed to roam free for a time, all she could think to do with them was to cover her pussy and her mouth. What more could she do? What could she possibly accomplish now that might deter this beast from claiming his prize? She was lost, and her damned slut body liked it! The girl moaned in horror as her mind was filled with the most awful images of rape and torture beneath these relentless tentacles. Once again, the images were accompanied by a very short, blunt message. Risa pulled her hand away from her mouth just far enough for her to respond through her soft sobbing.

“No! No fucking me! You’re a bad, bad tentacle monster!”

Risa was being far less cooperative than she had been, and there was only one way to deal with that. Tentacles quickly wrapped around the arms that were attempting to shield her most fuck-worthy holes from the ministrations of the tentacles. Her wrists were seized and her arms quickly pulled to the side, revealing her glistening sex and soft mouth. The girl was releasing soft, alluring moans from the pleasure that 263 sewed in her pliant chest, but her mind was still struggling and resisting. There were dozens of people outside, and if she managed to scream and attract their attention, 263 would have to surrender its prey. Fortunately, it had a tried-and-true way to muffle her. One tentacle snaked through the air towards her head, immediately pressing itself against her soft mouth and trying to press in.

Although 263's first concern was for secrecy, it didn't ignore the potential the rest of her body held, either. Tentacles were already sliding over her nethers, rubbing their thick heads over her inner thighs and around her labia. Whatever the girl wanted, her body was responding well. She was twitching with pleasure, and the tentacles' touch brought forth a steady stream of lubricant from her slit. Her lips and clit were swelling, eager to receive any pleasure it might administer on them. And the pleasure was coming. As one of 263's tentacles slid over her eager love hole, it decided that enough time had been spent on foreplay. This girl's body begged to be filled, had eagerly prepared herself for it. And it ached to fill her. The tentacle turned its head into her tunnel, and pushed its way forward. She was tight - every bit as tight as she had been her first time. But her body barely resisted, and soon it penetrated her entrance, and began pushing its way into her tunnel.

The tentacle buried deeper and deeper into her pussy, a sense of familiar nostalgia filling 263 as it once more claimed the body it had plundered so thoroughly last time. Her pussy squeezed the tentacle every inch of the way, and it could feel her walls stretch as it filled her slowly. Unlike last time, it stopped before it had filled her completely, and began to draw back. As its head reached her entrance, it thrust back in, forcing its way deeper than before. It thrust again and again, fucking its way into her tight, sensitive hole, forcing her to spread deeper and wider with every impact.

The strawberry-blonde teen twisted and writhed as her arms were taken and forcefully pulled away from her most vulnerable places. Now that she was fully exposed, it wouldn’t be long now. Risa trembled with equal amounts of fear and unwanted excitement.

When a tentacle came for her mouth, Risa let the tip push apart her pouty, pink lips. However, she clenched her teeth to form a solid wall to deny any further entry into her mouth. She knew it was hopeless, but she couldn’t just let this thing into her if there was any way to fight it. The girl weighed her chances of being able to bite down on the tip before it slipped her jaws too far apart to get any real leverage into the effort. Ultimately, she deemed it was safer just to bar him passage for now.

Risa’s body jerked as she felt a gang of tentacles rub lewdly against her inner thighs and just around the apex of her thighs. She let out a long, whining moan as she felt the stroking touches against her love-slick petals. Her sweet voice gasped whenever a blunt tentacle tip brushed against her sensitive pink pearl. Her hips whipped back and forth in a hopeless attempt to shake the groping serpents, but she froze when a single tip pressed itself to her tiny entrance.

Blue-grey eyes expanded as her pussy was stretched in order to welcome its returning master. Risa had only ever touched a boy’s penis with her hand before, but from that limited experience she knew that these tentacles were entirely unlike such an appendage. A human penis could become hard, or go soft, but otherwise it didn’t really move around on its own. These tentacles, on the other hand, were corded with powerful muscles that Risa could feel every time they came into contact with her satin skin. Within the tight, sensitive confines of her pussy, however, the sensations were multiplied as she could detect every muscle movement as the tentacle shifted, thrusted and withdrew. For this poor, innocent girl, it brought an inhuman level of pleasure to the inexplicable horror of her rape.

As this first invader burrowed deep into her clenching, pink cunny, Risa could feel a passionate moan rising up from her tightly-constricted chest. She knew that if it was allowed to rise up her throat, she’d lose the battle of attrition for her mouth. Unable to stop this love noise from coming forth, the teen desperately threw her head back before releasing a loud, deep, primal groan of pleasure. Before she could finish, her mouth was swiftly plugged with the waiting tentacle that dove between her cushy lips and into her hot, wet maw.

Her head thrashed back and forth trying to shake away the living gag. The tentacle was too agile for her, though. It easily matched her movements while remaining embedded in her mouth. She didn’t have any other choice, so she bit down viciously on the nasty little beast.

As a tentacle forced its way into Risa's reluctantly agape mouth, it felt the girl try to bite down around it. There was a mild sting of pain, but even if the girl's teeth were very sharpy, she didn't have much room to apply force. It was a mild irritation at best - one it had endured from a number of girls who were unhappy about their mouth being filled by an alien tentacle cock. It ignored her futile resistance, and began to thrust slowly into her mouth, past her lips and over her tongue, returning to the soft, warm, wet nest of her mouth.

Risa had plenty to worry about besides what was going on with her mouth. The tentacle in her tight passage finally bottomed out against her cervix. The tentacle began to thrust more vigorously, making long thrusts from entrance to end each time. The impacts were hard, those muscles she felt focused their force into pressing into her and spreading her slick, velvety walls. If her first violation had felt like a short introduction, this one was practically en medias res. In no time at all, it was hammering into her lustfully, shaking her frail teen body with thrust after brutal, lecherous thrust. It owned her body, and it wasn't going to hold back on her account.

Her jiggliest bits were too constrained by their own tormentors to shake from the violent thrusting. Tentacles coiled around her soft breasts, squeezing them and toying with them in all the ways she remembered. And still the tentacle between them was thrusting happily into her delightful tit flesh, encased in her heavenly warmth. As Risa moaned despite herself, the tentacles grew more excited and moved faster against and inside her. They filled her in every way she remembered, in every way she dreaded and dreamed of in her worst nightmares. She was once more theirs, subject to their perverse whims.

Risa emitted a pitiful whine as the tentacle in her mouth began to pump slowly into her helpless orifice, despite her nasty bite. She gave up on trying to deter him any further. The girl remembered from experience that there was nothing she could do to push him out once he’d found his way into her mouth. Worse than that, there was really nothing she could do to keep her mouth shut during her ordeal. If her body was an instrument, then this creature knew how to play all of her notes.

The teen’s focus immediately shifted when the tentacle in her pussy slammed up into the very end of her love tunnel. From there, it became much worse, very quickly. The tentacle began to fuck her in the manner she had come to know as the monster’s preference when raping her. Unrelenting, hard, brutal thrusts down the full length of her young, tight shaft. She yelped through her tentacle gag every time he bashed her cervix. God, she’d never get used to that pain! She sobbed between yelps as she was brutishly raped once again.

When the pain was simply too much to bear, Risa squeezed her inner muscles with all the strength her lower body could muster. Even this tremendous effort seemed to have no effect at all. He was just too strong, and kept right on boring through her helpless vagina. Her muffled voice screamed and squealed as the thrusting monster tenderized her young womanhood. Outside the shed, the muffled noises were completely overwhelmed by the splashing, laughing and constant, echoing chatter of the other girls enjoying their day at the pool. They were all completely oblivious to the unthinkable horror that was occurring within the very same room that they themselves occupied. Risa envied their ignorance.

The girl glanced down to observe the writhing mass coiled about her creamy globes. Her breasts, once the pride and joy of her sporty figure, were now reduced to little more than play toys for this beast. Even as her body shook from the tremendous impacts against her soft, inner core, her tits were held firmly in place by the possessive serpents that had claimed them. In their midst, the tentacle that she had so playfully teased before now owned the valley of her marvelous cleavage. It was a painful reminder of just how close she believed she’d come to achieving a peaceful resolution with this monster. Now, however, there was no going back. He would take her however he desired, and she would remain powerless to stop him from attaining his every dark pleasure.

As Risa's body relented fully in 263's grasp, it turned its full attention to fucking her for all she was worth. The eye stalk that had been watching from the shadows moved closer, it's pupil dilated wide for better vision in the dark room. Several more joined it, moving closer to examine Risa's violated body from every angle. A part of 263 regretted that it hadn't gotten a chance to remove her swimsuit herself. It found that it enjoyed watching that, for some reason. Still, this was a perfectly efficient means of getting what was much more important. And there was still a certain almost voyeuristic pleasure in watching its tentacles drill into her helpless pussy. The girl's body was rocking from the power of its thrust, from her restrained legs up to the bounce in her hair. Her beautiful eyes were tearing as she was spit roasted by tentacles, bounced between the mass between her legs and in her mouth.

As the girl hung splayed out and helpless, 263 raised more tentacles to her hands. It pressed its shafts into her palms, starting to slowly pump up and down against her delicate skin. This contact had helped to arouse her before, so perhaps it would add to her stimulation now. Granted, she didn't seem to be nearly so excited about it, but it was still a pleasant sensation. A nice augmentation to the unbridled pleasure of plundering her love hole, if nothing else.

Gradually, the tentacle raping her mouth grew bolder. It began to thrust faster into her lips, and started to push farther down her throat. The girl's neck bulged visibly, struggling to accommodate the massive intruder. 263 gradually remembered the last time it had taken her. Back then, at one point, she had tried to tempt its tentacle down her throat, choking her unconscious. Perhaps this was something else she'd enjoy. The tentacle in her mouth suddenly forced its way down her throat, worming deep down her esophagus. The mass of pressed against her wind pipe, making breathing difficult. It started to thrust in and out of her throat, feeling her tight passage constrict around her. Of course, it wasn't about to let her faint, and deny itself the wonderful screams and moans she was making. But perhaps edging her closer to the dark would be an arousing experience for her.

Risa’s voice, while muffled, issued a constant stream of grunts, groans, yelps and wails. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the tentacle stuffed between her pretty lips, she’d have probably let the whole damn island know just how hard she was getting fucked. She was noisy, and feisty, even in the hopelessly tight bondage of those tentacles coiled about her body. Her back arched lightly again and again as she tried to lift her hips up and away from the piston between her legs. Even her pussy squeezed tightly as it tried to slow the passage of her merciless ravisher.

The girl’s tear-blurred sight just barely caught the movement of the monster’s eye stalks as they maneuvered around to get a full view of their lovely victim. She blushed out of some subconscious innocence at being watched during sex, even if it was rape and even if the one watching was the one raping her. Her face turned towards the nearest of these eyeballs, and she made a high-pitched whine towards it. Even without the noise, her eyes silently pleaded for mercy, as her body trembled from the constant force of the impacts within her sex.

As soon as she felt tentacles slide into her palms, Risa squeezed them hard in her hands. It wasn’t an act of spite, but simply a coping mechanism for her pain. If she had really wanted to hurt the bastard back, she’d have used her nails on him. However, her brain was so tousled by the deep, hard fucking she was getting that it was impossible for her to think straight any longer. She couldn’t even form any pictures to convey her plea for mercy to send to her psychic attacker. Everything was shut down in emergency mode, except for the deep, animal part of her brain. That dark inner Risa that howled at her pain, and panted over her pleasure.

Risa’s face was suddenly pushed backwards as the tentacle in her mouth started to make demands of her oral services. Its thrusts quickly increased in power and depth, and continued to do so with every subsequent entry. Whether she was ready for it or not, the tentacle began to delve into the tight, wet tunnel of her throat. Risa choked as she unsuccessfully tried to breathe around the clogging mass as it brutishly forced its way down. The teen arched magnificently as she threw her head back to give her assailant easier access. Her lungs burned for air as the increased depth of each penetration left her with less and less time to catch her breath.

A desperate idea came to the girl as she scrambled for some method to bring much-needed air into her lungs. She remembered that during their first encounter, she’d been allowed to catch her breath when she used her mouth and throat to pleasure him. It was demeaning, but it was also preferable to suffocating on a tentacle lodged in her neck. She started to suck hard on the smooth, alien flesh in her mouth. Her soft, pink tongue rubbed itself against the bitter-tasting skin in ways that she hoped she remembered had gotten a positive reaction before. To top it all off, her throat clenched over and over as it tried to “swallow” the length buried in its passage. Risa really hoped this would work; she didn’t want to die like this!

The eyes took in every aspect of Risa as she was brutally fucked in midair: the way her pelvis seemed to bulge with the strength of the thrusts inside her; the way she writhed at the pain and pleasure, and her arms tugged futilely against her restraints; the way her beautiful breasts jiggled from the impacts, even constrained as they were by the tentacles around them. Her defilement was the pinnacle of sex appeal, and 263 took great pleasure in watching her body twist under its torment, far more than evolution had designed it to. This satisfaction was not at all native to its species, but it was impossible to deny.

Strangely, the girl's obsession with running her hands over its tentacles seemed to continue. As soon as the meaty shafts touched her palms, she closed her fingers around them and once again began pumping up and down. The motions barely seemed to register is Risa's mind, still overloaded from the intensity with which she was drilled constantly from both ends. But her body responded, and so 263 encouraged her, moving the tentacles up and down in her hands. Their skin began to secrete a thin layer of oily liquid, lubricating the touch between them, allowing the tentacles to glide gently up and down her hands. The sensation was still not overly pleasurable to 263, but there was undeniably something satisfying about the girl's hands endeavoring so hard to emulate what her pussy was accomplishing so admirably. Maybe 263 would reward her efforts with a burst of cum after all, when the time came.

Thrusting deep into Risa's throat also seemed to arouse her, as 263 had suspected. At first, there was the predictable degree of panic. An animalistic instinct to evident danger. But as it thrust deeper and harder, cutting off her air ways, the girl actually begun to pleasure the tentacle in response. Her tongue rubbed up and down its length as if diligently polishing its skin, and her lips and throat worked in tandem to suck against both ends of it at once. What a strange creature, to desire to be suffocated so, but 263 hardly wanted her to stop. It slowly began to creep backwards, leaving her throat one inch at a time, still making it hard for her to breathe. There was still time before her biology would fail her, 263 could tell. It still had time.

It was just a shame that her breasts didn't seem to be yielding such great results. They were aroused, certainly, by the constant manipulation and teasing of the tentacles coiled around them, but there could be so much more. There would be, in fact. Even as the coils continued to roll Risa's lovely melons, the heads turned insidiously towards her cute, crowning nipples. Slowly, their tips began to sink into themselves, and when it was done, a small hole remained in each head. The tentacles pressed their heads against Risa's rosebud nipples, encompassing them within the new depressions. A moment later, a soft but firm sucking force began to stimulate her tits, and the seal between the heads and her breasts tightened as the air inside the cavity disappeared. The walls began to press in around her nipples, squeezing the hard nubs with warm flesh.

All the while, the tentacle bucked into her hips, fucking her deep and filling her pussy, stretching her with its girth. It was insatiable, only seeming to move faster and harder the more it ravaged her damp, silky folds. As her back arched, it fucked her harder, causing her to bend and writhe in the iron grip of the tentacles. She was entirely at its mercy, and it showed her none as it pounded her nubile body.

There was absolutely no relief for poor Risa as she was skewered alive from the top and bottom. Her lovely body squirmed in a desperate search for an angle that might provide some ease to her suffering, but nothing worked. Instead, her satin smooth skin merely rubbed itself against the rough bristles of the net that was still draped over her, like some sort of ritual garment. The net seemed to section the girl up into delicious little squares of bare flesh. Within each square, Risa’s body could be seen being abused by writhing, coiling, thrusting tentacles. Together, they formed a kaleidoscopic view of Risa’s nightmares given form.

The girl’s mouth had become more and more quiet, as the tentacle within continued to choke her with its considerable girth. The most she could offer now was the occasional, small moan and the constant, soft slurping and sucking noises that slipped from the tight seal of her lips wrapped about the source of her asphyxiation. Within the hot, wet cavern of her mouth, Risa sucked as hard as she could. Pleasuring the beast had triggered a cooperative reaction, but he was moving so damned slow that she wasn’t sure he was going to withdraw in time. Even if he did, she was still going to have to fight against the constricting coil wrapped around her upper torso, just below her breasts. Still, she couldn’t give up hope. She had to fight, and so she sucked and swallowed with all the novice skill that she could muster from the single former experience she had prior to this encounter.

Risa was distantly aware of the tentacles in her hands, but she paid them no mind. They were an utterly insignificant molestation compared to the debauchery happening at other points around her body. If anything, she was thankful for them, as squeezing them was the only source of relief that she had for all the sadistic sensory input she was being bombarded with every second. Although aware of the fact that they were effectively using her palms to jerk themselves off, she gripped them tightly all the same for her own sake.

What she couldn’t ignore, however, was the alarming situation that was occurring at her sensitive breasts. Her girls were coiled tight by tentacles, but now something else was happening. The blunt tips pressed against her highly sensitive peaks as if testing them. They were hard as pink diamonds, and ached for attention. What they got was more than she was prepared to handle. Risa groaned softly as the tips returned, but now hollowed out. They fit snugly over either nipple before applying an extreme level of suction to the tender ends. Risa pushed her chest out as pleasure ignited within her creamy mounds. The girl innocently wondered if this is what it felt like to breastfeed, as the little sucklers certainly seemed hungry for whatever her small, pink caps had to offer.

And yet, in spite of her struggle to avoid suffocation, and the sudden waves of pleasure from her chest, nothing came close to compare against the brutality between her thighs. Her pussy was being mercilessly tamed. Even as she wiggled her hips and squeezed her tight inner walls, the monster only seemed to gain speed and strength as it continued to have its way with her young rose. It was so bad, that she could swear she could hear the tentacle smack against her cervix with every deep, piston thrust. The tears that streamed from her eyes did not do the pain justice, and yet impossibly there was pleasure there too. Even as what was being done to her was in no way loving, Risa could not deny that her sex was hot and wet because she was unquestionably sexually aroused and stimulated.

She had only one idea left to try, and it honestly wasn’t a very good one. Desperate, Risa pushed her butt backwards as far as her lower back could bend. She hoped it would disrupt the monster’s angle of penetration, although it probably wouldn’t accomplish anything in the long run. To try and accentuate her struggle, she decided to try squeezing her thighs closed again. The tentacles coiled up her legs still had a firm grip on her long, naked limbs but without her legs, Risa was totally exposed for this creature to do as he wished with her.

The girl's last form of "resistance" was so strange as to be nonsensical. She was thrusting her rear outward, trying to bend at the hips, perhaps to shake off the intruder inside her. At first, the tentacles resisted, holding her in place. But after a moment, they relinquished briefly. Hell, they helped her to a certain extent. As the tentacles loosened their tight grip, her butt arched out and her legs raised forwards. In an instant, the tentacles shifted their pressure, pressing her legs closer to her, until they were almost tucked against her torso. More tentacles extended from below, and wrapped around her thighs, then her waist, effectively binding her legs in a squatting position. Whatever she'd hoped to gain from this maneuver, all she'd accomplished was allowing the tentacles to wrap her up into a smaller, fuckable package. She was just as exposed, even spread wider than before, and the rampage inside her continued, pounding through her love tunnel all the way to her womb. More tentacles appeared and began to slide over her ass, now plump and stretched by her new position.

The effects on Risa's breasts had been overwhelmingly positive. She'd responded immediately, beginning to thrust her chest forward into the suction cups. Well, she had, before she'd gotten herself caught in this new predicament. No matter - 263 could take it from here just fine. The suction cups began to pull back, sucking harder as they did. The girl's heaving mounds rose under the force of it, pulled upwards by her sensitive nipples. The cups sucked harder and harder, before finally releasing their cargo with a loud pop. Hardly obstructed by the loosely coiled tentacles, her breasts fell back under gravity, but only for a moment before the suction cups lunged forward and seized her nipples once more. They began to raise her breasts again, but this time the coils pulled in the opposite direction, playing a tug-of-war with her sensitive tits.

Whatever this girl's strange fixation with asphyxiation was, 263 could tell that her mind couldn't stay conscious much longer. Much more importantly, with her body burning for oxygen, her screams and yelps had become much softer and more infrequent. Loath as it was to leave her delightful oral attentions behind, her voice came first. With a final squirm, the tentacle in Risa's throat retracted the rest of the way. It's thick head swelled up her neck and finally into her mouth. It popped free, floating in front of her for a few seconds before it rushed back in, focusing on shallower thrusts into her mouth, with only the occasional and very short venture deeper. It could choke her again when it needed to, but for now it would focus on making her scream.

It was then that the visions started for Risa. They came on much quicker than last time. They started as faint notions and feelings, but in less than a minute they were full-blown images. She could see herself, hear herself, feel her own insides. The net clung to her shoulders, around her head, over her breasts. It was so tight against her chest that it was making a checkerboard pattern against her breasts. It wrapped and tangled around her legs, though it provided her no protection. Her pussy was fully exposed, being spread and fucked over and over again. She was being fucked so hard. And yet, it was nowhere near as hard as she knew it could get. It was going to get much worse.

Outside, voices grew louder and then softer as a group of girls ran near the shed. 263 kept a close watch for any presences approaching. If anyone close enough to get suspicious, it might have to retreat. But so far, no one had posed such a threat. The clamor outside was a constant chorus of joy and laughter, in sharp contrast to Risa's brutal rape. The safety of numbers was so close, and yet she was powerless to reach out to it. It stood juts beyond the door, taunting her with its cheer, knowing she had no hope of it.

Oh, damn! Risa’s squirming had backfired tremendously. No sooner had she successfully wiggled into her new position, then the tentacles reacted and readjusted their grip to position her in such a way as to use this new position to its advantage. Her long legs were folded up against her lower body, and pulled widely apart to even further spread her open for her pussy’s tormentor. She whined lightly as she realized that the reinforced binding prevented her from being able to squirm or wiggle any further. Great, now she was stuck like this!

And through it all, the damned tentacle in her sex just kept going harder and harder. It pounded up into her without pause or remorse. She almost wished she’d just split in half already, and be spared this horrible torture. At this new angle, their coupling was so wild and furious that even her pussy was starting to make soft squishing, sucking noises as the thrusting tentacle gave it the workout of a lifetime. Risa’s cheeks and ears turned crimson as the shed filled with the nasty sounds; a proper lady’s body should never make such noises. But the girl knew she was no longer a lady of any sort; she was a broken-in plaything, or at least that’s all she felt like now.

Well, if there was any silver lining to her new position, it might have been that the tentacle lodged in her throat finally decided to vacate her airways. As it pulled out, Risa fought down her gag reflex with far greater ease than what she’d struggled with before. It disturbed her to think that she was almost being trained by this thing, but trained for what? To endure her tortures better? What use were these new skills she was learning, except to perform as a better fuck toy for her monstrous new suitor?

Something else was happening. Actually it was many things happening simultaneously, which was resulting in a singular reaction. The deceptively gentle caress against her smooth, perky bottom. The creamy, round orbs of her ass were slick with beads of sweat. Risa remembered all too well all the attention her ass had received the last time this monster had taken her, and she was not looking forwards to a repeat performance in that area whatsoever. She’d been forced to sleep on her stomach while she had recovered from her first encounter with 263.

While this groping went on, the entirely different attention upon her breasts and nipples intensified. As Risa gasped for breath, she moaned loudly as her breasts were pulled out of their natural shape, and forced to strain outwards to their physical limits. Just as her tits reached the breaking point, her nipples popped free and she jiggled back into her natural shapes. Risa yelped in horror as the tentacles chased after their quarry, and affixed themselves to her little, pink buds once more. This time, they pulled out in opposite directions, mixing the sensational pleasure of their sucking with the extraordinary discomfort of having her breasts pulled unnaturally apart.

Just as the girl dropped her head down to get a look at her captive body, her head was slammed backwards by the thrusting oral tentacle which suddenly returned to her in full force. She could barely react as the serpentine appendage slammed into her mouth over and over again. This creature wasn’t happy unless it completely dominated whatever it took, and he had claimed her mouth as another of his pleasure pockets. Subdued into reluctant compliance, Risa licked and sucked the tentacle in the hopes that her cooperative stimulation might convince him to let her keep on breathing. In no time at all she was putting that breath to good use.

Her young, sweet voice returned in full force as she started to wail, moan and scream into her thrusting gag. The vast array of sensory input reached a boiling point as the mind link returned as it had when she’d first been raped by this monster. She could feel herself from the monster’s own perspective, both inside and out. She was soft, and warm and wet. Her body was incredibly responsive, and sensitive. She hadn’t even fully realized it herself until he showed her just how well her body was actually coping with this inhuman brutality. The knowledge betrayed her, and somehow signaled some trigger deep inside of her core. Before she even had a chance to fight against it, she was overwhelmed by its power. She leaned her head back and screamed over and over as she came suddenly and harshly. Her young pussy gushed and spasmed in an erotic display, as her body jerked and writhed within the confines of her various layers of bondage. All the while, her mind could only think, “I’m a dirty, dirty, dirty slut who likes to get raped by tentacles! How can my body do this to me? Why do I react like this every time?! Ohhh fuck, it feels bad, but I like it! Oh my god, I like it!”

263 liked having Risa in this new position. She was easy to handle, easy to carry. Easy to fuck. Her pussy was spread wide by her legs raised against her - totally exposed and defenseless. She'd lost almost all her elasticity in this pose, and every pull and tug and thrust 263 made against her translated through her whole form. It was easy enough to start rocking her against the tentacle forcing its way into her, using her own body to fuck her harder. And despite all of it, she was still more and more aroused, showering 263 with pheromones and delicious moans and cries.

Although it had given up on choking her near-unconscious, the girl was still showering attention on the tentacle sealing her lips. Her tongue ran over its thrusting head as best it could, and she sucked against it until her cheeks were caving it, rubbing against its bulge. It still made the occasional thrust deeper, just to revel in the warm, damp confines of her throat, but mostly it was more intent on allowing her to scream as loudly and lustfully as she wanted.

She came almost as soon as the visions started, orgasming at the sight of her own body bound and defiled, and the feeling of fucking herself raw like a doll. Her silky tunnel clenched around the intruder, spraying it with her womanly juices. That sweet nectar meant only one thing for 263: keep doing what it was doing, but more. Bigger, faster, more intense. The tentacle inside her twisted as it thrust more forcefully, barely even slowed by the intense squeezing of her climaxing tunnel. Her body was given no reprieve, not even a chance to bask in its own orgasm, as her horny snatch was immediately spread open again and again. It was so nice to have a girl whose body was so eager to give 263 what it wanted, who knew how to take her fucking and give back like a good little toy. As she reluctantly came, it could hear her thoughts in its own. It practically chuckled as it understood.

"Slut," it whispered into her mind. "You. Slut. You. Like. To. Fuck." It began to rock her body with its thrusts as it spoke, as if to illustrate its point.

More tentacles descended on her breasts. As they approached, they began to cave in as the two sucking her nipples had. But when their transformation finished, their heads were wider, and shallower. They touched down all over her jiggling orbs, and within seconds they had begun to suck against her soft titflesh, but not as hard as the ones pulling at her tips. They were almost like kisses, softly sucking and holding her warm flesh between their lips - a dozen mouths slowly roaming over her mountains and into her valley, attending to everywhere at once. The coils slowly withdrew as the suction cups took over, and her love pillows hung in space, still suspended by the more serious suction of her nipple pumps.