"You say that like it's a BAD thing.". The inky black tentacle slips under Ginger's breast, stretching the elastic and letting it go with a loud slap, shaking the redhead by the ankles, watching her wiggle and squirm, the scent still pervasive in her nostrils. Cangelosi was no stranger in toying with girls like this, so outdoorsey that they have the lingering scent of pine over them. It gave another snap of the strap, finally ripping it off...

"It is a bad… Ow!" Her complaint was cut short as the creature pulled and released her chest band, the elastic striking her with painful force. It didn't give her a chance to recover afterwards, shaking her so that she couldn't get her breath back. A second assault on the bindings caused them to break loose, the ends whipping her arms as the blob pulled it away. "Why are you doing this?" she managed to ask while trying to keep her breasts covered while the thing shook her.

"Hey, other monsters just do it for fun, but I consider this a job, missy. Don't you be belly-aching to me." Black tendrils draw around her thigh, corkscrewing, pushing into the legholes of Ginger's shorts, giving a good tug, tearing out the crotch, tugging the material off and dissolving them in its black bulk. "You're dealing with proper science now, not all that natural hippy crap!"

"Other monsters!? Fun!? What are you talking about!?" Her voice rose to near a panicked shriek as she tried to protect herself from the encroaching tentacles. Her confusion was quite genuine; before now, the only one of the island's guests she'd met was Birch, who hadn't acted this way and was motivated by self-preservation. "And what kind of 'science' do you think you're doing?"

Unable to bring her legs together against the tentacles holding them, she moved one hand from her breasts to try to cover her pussy. She knew it wasn't likely to stop the thing if it was determined, but she had to try.

"Must you girls ALWAYS pepper me with questions like that before I start...hey now, hold still!". Some more tentacles dropped, yanking those wrists and pulling them away, getting a full view of Ginger's body, left only in her socks and boots. That taken care of, she's yanked down, landing face first on the ground, hands pulled to her back, butt raised, presenting to the blob as it harms, a tendril prodding and poking at her butt and exposed sex.

"OOOF!"

Although it wasn't that far, the sudden drop to the ground knocked the wind out of her, making it easier for the blob to reposition her without having to deal with her struggles. As she got her breath back, she felt something poking at her rear. "Noooo… Stop it! Get away from there!" she moaned as she struggled against the tentacles holding her. Even with better leverage now that she wasn't dangling in midair, she still couldn't manage to fight its strength.

Cangelosi seemed to like what it was seeing, because soon Ginger can feel something large and bulbous rubbing against her rear, teasing the forbidden tract between sex and rear hole, as if deciding which to do first. The alien shrugged, plowing the tentacle into her pussy first, watching her futile squirming and squeezing, making sure the invader was jibbed enough to give her a unique, and hopefully arousing situation.

"No, no, no, no… Aaah!" Despite her protests, the creature roughly thrust a tentacle into her unguarded sex. In the back of her mind, she was grateful that she'd already lost her virginity; that would have hurt otherwise. She tried to pull away from the invader, but the creature's grip made that impossible.

Despite her protests and struggles, she could feel her passage getting wetter, an effect of the scent it had used earlier.

The phallus inside Ginger got thicker, longer, starting to conform and mold to her inner passage, giving a few rough thrusts as the gel absorbed her first juices. Cangelosi slides its bulk between her legs, now supporting the redhead between her thighs, keeping the restraints tight as the black goo snapped unceremoniously to her large bosoms, chittering as it starts feeling their firmness.

"Uhn… No… Stop it… Ahh! Let go!" While her body was responding well to the blob's attentions as it filled her completely, she still struggled to break free from its grip despite the obvious futility of the attempts. "Gyaah! Stop it! Let go of me!" she yelled as the thing took hold of her breasts, nipples coming erect at its touch atop those impressive peaks.

Cangelosi ignores Ginger's pleas, obviously. The girl was quite nice and tight and the breasts were quite pleasant to examine. She is flipped onto her back unceremoniously, goo weighing down on her like a lead sheet, feeling like tongues on her exposed flesh as the thrusting got harder, deeper towards her core, twisting in ways that would snap off a normal cock. All the while, it hums...hums softly.

"UNF!" The blob knocked the wind out of her as it flipped her over, silencing her complaints briefly. By the time she got her breath back, the thing's actions were overwhelming her senses. No matter how she tried to resist, between the feeling of tongues licking her everywhere, the thrusting and twisting of the tentacle against her sensitive walls, and the slight vibration of its humming, she could feel a climax building up inside her.

Cangelosi can sense it was pushing the right buttons, bringing Ginger's legs to wrap around the black goo as it keeps plowing into her, the invading phallus getting thicker and longer, vibrating deep into her core, nipples pinched and surrounded in the cool, inviting gel, tentacles starting to hover around her face, just looking over those expressions mixed with pain and pleasure. Indeed this redhead had quite a bit of pent up need inside of her.

The thing seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to drive her towards a climax. Unable to move in its grip, she tried to protest even though it clearly wasn't listening. "No… Ah!… Stop… I'm going to… going to… Aaaaaah!"

With a cry, her juices soaked the embedded tentacle as it drove her to an involuntary peak of pleasure.

The juices were quickly absorbed into the alien's gel, but it was far from finished with Ginger. Slowly withdrawing its tentacle from her sore sex, the inky blackness lifts her ankles, keeping her feet encased in its form, sponging out the redhead's defiled womanhood, the phallus splitting in two, reinserting itself in both of her orifices, continuing the experiment.