As the intensity of Lorielle's cries rises, and brings some to their knees in orgasm, others are egged on. Members of more aggressive races who don't already have access to a woman nearby - or someone similar enough to female for the heat of the moment - start to move towards the stage. Arkan grows more intense inside her as he finds his competition suddenly incapacitated. But the disorder that her song creates isn't dissipating fast enough for Racio's tastes, and he backs away from the stands, eyeing his escape route towards the ship. Lorielle's song rings out clear over all.

Suddenly, shouts erupt from inside. Seconds later, half a dozen long, thick, flesh-colored tentacles swarm out, first flying towards the crowd, but quickly arcing towards Lorielle and the beastman rampaging inside her. One of the tentacles pulls ahead of the pack. It barely slows down as it rockets past her lips into her open mouth, all the way to her throat.

Lorielle was reacting purely on instinct as Arkan's furious pounding forces her to climax upon climax in a never ending cycle. She is completely unaware of the chaos going on around her.

Ot at least she is until the tentacle slams into her throat, silencing her. Lorielle's eyes bulge wide open as she is startled alert, and she begins to struggle furiously between Arkan and the tentacle.

Being a creature of space - Lorielle is fortunate that she does not need to breathe as the tentacle stuffs her throat to bulging. But she does need air to SING - and now she can't! It's like her song is a 'pressure release' for when her body experiences too much pleasure. Her song allows her to share the pleasure.. expand it around her.. and thus keep the 'pressure' inside herself controllable.

Silenced as she is by the tentacle though, it's like a dam has been built inside her. The pleasure builds and builds inside her - the conflagration within her growing into an inferno.. then a firestorm. She thrashes in the grip of Arkan and the tentacle as she TRIES to vocalize her pleasure before it drives her completely insane.

263's sudden invasion of her mouth was in no way calculated or tactically intended to silence her. A primal instinct drives it to seek out the screams and moans of women, and much like the rest of the audience, Lorielle's call was far too powerful to resist. Regardless, it has managed to quell her song, and its chaos with it. Though some of the rapes continue in the stands, most of the audience who haven't climaxed themselves unconscious begin to back down, looking around in a daze.

Arkan has also come to. He growls low as he shakes his head, trying to clear his mind of the fog of the Faerie's song. He raises his head, and immediately jumps backwards with a snarl, his cock freeing itself from Lorielle's folds. He's a proud and fierce warrior, but he isn't stupid enough to come between a Raktar and a woman. Just as he leaves her, tentacles wrap around Lorielle's waist. The Faerie is hoisted into the air as tentacles begin to roam her body. One is already sliding its shaft along her dripping sex.

Meanwhile, the tentacle in her throat is going for broke. It begins to thrust hard, making her neck bulge with its mass as she struggles to sing. Its thick, bulbous head pushes all the way down to her stomach, and its shaft forces her soft, pink lips to open wide and round. Still, some of the ferocity that gripped its initial penetration seems to have abated.

Lorielle manages a muffled moan around the tentacle as Arkan pulls out. Without the stimulation of being fucked deeply constantly, Lorielle's orgasms finally stop, and her need to sing also ends.

So as she is grabbed by the tentacles, she struggles again - but this time it is in a desire and attempt to escape the Raktar's grasp. Of course she is not strong enough to overpower the alien. And as the tentacle starts to probe at her sex, her hips start grinding against it causing her to whimper around the tentacle that is now probing her stomach. Never has she felt something so deep into her body - and while it's not likely to be fatal (or even injure) the Faerie - it is definitely an uncomfortable sensation to her.

Even with her song silenced, having the beautiful and naked woman in its clutches is clearly enough to compel 263. Its tentacles wrap around her body, beginning to stroke her soft skin. Tendrils slither up her sides and quickly coil around her breasts, forcing them to protrude even more than they normally do. They begin to methodically squeeze and massage her large, pliant mounds, teasing her sensitive nerves with forceful motions.

Already, another tentacle is sliding up to her crotch. It slithers over her mound, pressing its shaft against her opening. The various fluids leaking out of her only seem to excite it as they coat its firm, muscular length. Before long, its head moves to press against her opening, ready to take her.

As 263 begins to roughly molest, squeeze and tease her breasts, she starts moaning even around the tentacle that is exploring her throat, esophagus and stomach - the bulge it makes travelling through her body easy for anyone still in the audience to see.

As a second tentacle starts to probe at her slit as well, her cries get louder, and her limbs start flailing helplessly, and her wings begin to flutter. 263 can feel her pussy tighten, as her juices start flowing fast and continuously, soaking the tentacle as if to make its entry easier. Of course her struggles are futile against the Raktar's power and grasp - not that Lorielle could even answer for sure if she is struggling to escape, or to thrust back.

The tentacle against her dripping folds enjoys the warmth of contact for another moment. Then, abruptly, it turns its head towards her core, and pushes forward. Its entrance is swift and rough, penetrating her forcefully and pushing deep into her pussy. The bulge of its tip travels up her abdomen as it fills her, the rest of the shaft stretching her almost as much. The tentacle shows no patience as it begins to pump her pussy eagerly.

Despite the shock of the assault from the Raktar, Lorielle's body is still in a very highly aroused state from the public rape and fucking Arkan was giving her. Therefore when 263 enters her pussy, stretching it even more than the lionesque beastman did, her body immediately begins to orgasm around the rough probe.

Almost at once, her eyes glaze over again, and 263 will feel her throat vibrating and constricting around that tentacle as again her body attempts to sing out her ecstasy. There is no release for her that way though, causing the pleasures to build and cascade inside her faster and faster.

It feels to Lorielle as if the two tentacles should be touching -- running entirely through her body from one end to the other in a never-ending circle of unbearable pleasure.

Feeling the pleasure of her ecstatic body inviting it in further, 263 begins to thrust roughly inside her. The tentacles drill deep, thrusting in and out of her eagerly, taking advantage of all the pleasures her body has to offer.

In the stands, the audience have begun to regain their senses. A number of groups are still preoccupied with their rapes, but most have turned their attention back to the stage. Many, understandably perturbed by having been hypnotized. Others, however, are captivated by the new show unfolding on stage. Once again, they begin to cheer for the beautiful Faerie being ravaged by monstrous tentacles, ogling at the sight of her nubile body being stretched and defiled.

Lorielle moans louder and louder around the tentacle deep inside her esophagus and stomach as the second tentacle thrusts harder and faster into her spasming sheath. As she feels the tentacle reach her cervix, straining it even wider open then Arkan did, her cries become more frantic and panicky until, at last, her body relents - and the tight muscle opens, allowing the tentacle to pass into her womb.

At that point Lorielle's eyes roll up into her head until only whites are showing as she starts to climax repeatedly.. one orgasm crashing into her after another as her body submits to the Raktar - becoming a most durable plaything for it to explore however it wants.

Racio looks around as what looked like a riot starts to simmer down. Not taking chances, he motions for his security to keep the crowd in line as other performers and crew-hands start loading up the circus gear for a hasty departure, before too many people can demand their money back for being hypnotized and/or raped at the show.

But 263 isn't performing for anyone else. Its tentacles are simply doing as they please, and they take Lorielle's body eagerly. With the girl already nearly unconscious in its clutches, the monster forgoes any focus on her pleasure, and indulges itself. Another tentacle presses against her anus, pushing its way inside. Meanwhile, the tentacle savaging her sex is enticed by its newfound entrance into her womb, and her pussy's endless string of climaxes. It begins to thrust harder and faster, making her whole belly bulge with its mass as if she were pregnant. Tentacles hold her legs open wide, spreading her fuckhole open to accept the girth of the mast pounding into her.

Lorielle makes an almost inaudible whimper as another thick tentacle starts to probe her ass as well, sliding deep into her rectum, maybe even into her intestines. Her belly looks like a writhing mass as the three tentacles fill her from every direction, stretching her out obscenely as they rape her willing and orgasming body.

Unable to sing, Lorielle's pleasure just climbs and climbs.. making her wetter and tighter for the violent thrust of the tentacles. Her pussy gushes wildly, spraying out around the tentacle each time it drives into her womb. Drool and foam start to form at the edges of her mouth as the tentacle destroys her throat. The beautiful Faerie's mind on the verge of shutting down or breaking as 263 brings her to yet another orgasm.

The Faerie becomes visibly more disheveled and overwhelmed in the tentacles' grasp, and the crowd loves it. There had been cheers every time she squirted her nectar, but now it's a near constant stream, sent spraying by the ceaseless thrusting of the tentacles, and the crowd only whoops and hollers for more.

263 can see into the beautiful woman's mind, however, and knows how close she is to her hard limit. More importantly, it knows that the tentacle in her throat is cutting off the song that drew it to her to begin with. It craves that song, as much as her body, and so at last it compromises. The tentacle withdraws from her throat, not entirely, but just enough to let her breathe, and vocalize.

"Sing. For. Me. As. I. Rape. You," its voice reached out to her, seeking any consciousness that might be hanging on inside her mind.

Lorielle's body gasps for air as the tentacle pulls back enough for her to get air. Some dark, almost faded corner of her mind hears 263.. and responds immediately and emphatically. *YES!*

The song is muffled by the tentacle still inside her.. but a Faerie's Song is as much about passion and lust and pleasure, as it is the actual 'notes' of the song. Even muffled, the effect is profound and immediate. It calls for pleasure.. it calls for climax... it calls for cum. It calls with all the intensity and need that burns inside the Faerie's heart.

With this 'release' granted to her, 263 can feel Lorielle falling back from that hard limit that would have broken her. NOW, she can endure much, MUCH more.

Of course whether the rest of the audience can handle it, is another question altogether.

The Faerie's voice, despite its muffling, begins to reverberate out over the crowd. Restrained as it is, the effect isn't as prominent, but it already begins to grip some of the more easily-influenced members of the audience. Racio quickly sees its effects starting to spread again, and retrieves his microphone.

"This has been quite a turn of events, hasn't it, ladies and gentlemen?!" he called out, trying to disrupt the song with added noise. He began to narrate and exaggerate what was happening on stage, hoping to suppress the effects until the crew could beat a hasty retreat.

263, meanwhile, got an earful of the Faerie's song through its tentacles, and the effects were immediate. Its tentacles drove into her body with a madness, fucking her three times as hard as they had been before. Her body bulged and writhed beneath her supple flesh as its tentacles probed and wound their way around her insides. They stretched her like nothing else ever had, and fondled the outside of her body just as eagerly.