"You might just as well give in. I can keep this up till you finally break, but it's faster if you don't fight it." Dolom says relentlessly rubbing and fondling her body. Though sometimes he did enjoy breaking a girl's will and reducing her to a babbling, squirming mess.

“NOOO! You're already taking everything!” What did she have to gain really by giving in? Not that she could help it. There was obviously nothing she could do here though why make it easier for him?

“You're just going to take what you – ah – you want anyway!” She fought the sensations that battled at her. “Y-You said that you can do this for a long time! Damn it! You w-won't make me give in!” He might have her body, he might get her wet against her will, he might fuck her into exhaustion and further but there was no reason for her to listen to him when it was so obvious that he was going to do what pleased him anway.

“Just fucking start it already!” She was incensed. “It's not as if I can stop this, right?” Regardless this was going to hurt her whether or not she gave in as she could not envision a member in her ass being all to pleasant nor this thing taking her pussy either. Being tireless it could take her body all day and that realization made her despair and angry at the same time.

"I will decide when to get started, girl. You are in no position to make any kind of demand. And to ensure you can no longer do that..." A third tentacle forms from Dolom's chest moving around to the front of Daphnee's head, forcing it's way into her mouth. After tormenting her for a few more minutes, she could feel the tentacle being pushed inside her pussy. It reaches her hymen and forces its way through.

It hurt. There was no way that it wouldn't. Her eyes go wide as this alien texture is pressed into her mouth as a tendril sweeps inside her. She is a little wet, stubbornly doing her best to resist further as her hymen is torn apart and that clay member coated in flecks of sand and some of her juices is now saturated with her blood.

She wails against the tendril that forces it's way into her throat scrapping against teeth though she's aware of how futile it is to bite him, the indentations would merely reform.

Dolom had sent the tentacle all the way inside Daphnee, letting her feel what it was like to be completely filled like before he starts pumping it in and out slowly. He starts to do the same with the one in her mouth. Her ass hadn't been penetrated yet though. He wanted her to lose herself in the moment before he would rape her there as well.

It hurts, tears streaming down her cheeks as she sobs against the invading tendril in her mouth though she feels the thing taking it's time with her, it had plenty of time to work with and it probably wouldn't be until tomorrow morning at the earliest that anyone would come her as it was later in the evening.

Physically it is only a matter of time before her body is forced to respond against it's will as she stubbornly holds out as long as she can. As pleasant as things begin to get she cannot mentally get into her rape. Her mind going to that far away place where her days were full of those strange delusions though nothing as vivid as this!

Her body aches, punished for the first time, for many times to come she assumes and that alone causes her to despair even more knowing that they were just getting started.

She cries and whimpers, her eyes filled with tears, that clay-like appendage making her gag as she's forced to deep throat it. She is filled with anguish and despair at what is happening and what is to come. Her passage getting wet naturally as he continues to invade her depths.

Dolom's ravishment continues on much like a machine, never pausing or breaking rhythm. He only starts to pick up a little more speed gradually as time passes. But soon even that doesn't keep. He begins to randomly slow down then speed up, preventing her from becoming too used to his appendages.

It was terrible, the slow, methodical pace at first had her knowing that this was going to be dragged on. The longer it lasts though the more she hates it, the more her mind begins to turn to darker times. She has stopped sobbing though the occasional wail brakes through as he speeds up. The tight passage of her body split open against such rough and anguished treatment.

It is about as caring as a vibrator as it assails her, kept in check only by the users whim. Her mind darkening to the point that she just wishes she were dead but restrained as such there is little she can do about that now as she's made to endure this shame.

Her mind is not in this at all knowing that it will just get worse there is little sense in giving in. Her passage is wet but only slightly so, what one generated by natural reaction. Her throaty sounds are garbled as the tendril sweeps past her resisting lips.

At first she tries to repel the beast but lacks the strength to do so. She had tried at first to press that clay repulsive member from her lips with her tongue but it easily pushed this aside.

The taste left in her mouth is like her sticking a piece of play doh in her mouth and chewing it up.

Eventually though she stops struggling. Though there is the occasional muffle wail when he goes too deep and hurts her or too fast, she is quiet for the most part save for the occasional sounds of her mouth against his member.

While she does not get use to the speed she begins to get use to the fact that she's being fucked. Her passage dry and raw by this point, her body experiencing numerous orgasms brought one by that steady pace but her mind has already checked out in order to protect itself in some fashion and it is clear that only natural functions are working at this point. She barely whimpers, for her mouth is stuffed to the point where she barely utters a coherent sound as her body is little more as his plaything.

Somehow, Dolom wasn't finding much pleasure in this girl at all. Looking at her, he could tell she virtually separated her mind from what was happening. Part of the pleasure he usually derived from ravaging girls was driving them insane with pleasure, but this time it clearly wasn't going to happen. "Tch, how boring. I hate when I get girls like this. Might as well let her go..." Dolom pulls his appendages out of Daphnee's pussy and mouth and releases his hold, letting her fall to the sand. He then walks away a few yards before disappearing under the sand.

And suddenly that feeling of being full was gone. The thing had grown bored of her, which her aching body was thankful for thought the damage was clearly done. Blood trickled down her inner thighs and she spat up and choked on the after taste of that clay member that had been between her lips.

Her mind is slow to return, her body not quiet registering that she was no longer in any immediate danger rather than the usual in being strewn about naked on the warm sands.

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she had just cried for a little while but being untouched for as long as she was she draws back into herself at last. Crawling to her clothing she glances at how bad they have been torn. The top of one of the bikini straps is torn, snapped away and is an easy fix. The shorts and panties, however …

She would have to wait a bit for the hour to pass, move closer to the campus and try to sneak in after hours though with her luck a head girl would catch her and give her detention in the notorious dungeons that she heard some of the girl's talk about. Very doubtful any of it were true but then again she wouldn't have thought that that delusion was real. If not for the ache between her thighs she might have believed she was having a relapsed.

But she brimmed with tears again that she wiped away with the back of a hand. Mister Timmons saw everything. The doll's imagined words still in her skull, taunting her about if she were studying this wouldn't have happened, that this was all her fault and in a way she believed it! When she was unable to take the imagined thoughts any longer she smashed Mister Timmons when he proclaimed that he was going to tell the others. She sobbed again a little. Half naked she waited and snuck back into the dorms looking forward to a nice long shower to wash away the memory of the day she had just endured at the beach.