Two months had passed since Risa’s frightful orientation day at Shokushu Campus. She’d healed up pretty nicely, at least physically. Her nightmares often took her back to that time she’d been attacked in the classroom, and she’d wake up screaming in terror, while her young sex clamped down from a dream-induced orgasm. Cold showers became part of the girl’s daily regimen, and she fought hard to regain the dream life that she planned for herself while at this school.

Classes and studies were a major distraction that Risa took to well to keep her mind engaged on the present. As she had spent her first two weeks on campus being bedridden, she’d missed out on the opportunity to make some easy friendships. By the time she was back on her feet, the various social cliques had already taken shape. So, to help fill the free time outside of her studies, Risa joined four clubs: the swim team, dance club, painting club and cooking club. These extracurricular activities were a lifesaver for the troubled teen. Painting and cooking helped to stimulate her mind, and swim and dance helped her get back in touch with a body that felt so alien now, even to herself.

The swim team often met early in the morning at the school’s indoor pool. During this time, they were allowed exclusive access to the pool for the duration of their meet, so long as they cleaned the facilities before the pool opened for free swimming throughout the remainder of the day. This morning had been very productive, and the girls had put in some great practice swimming laps in the magnificent, Olympic-sized pool. The team’s leader blew her whistle, and brought the team together for a final huddle.

“Great times today, girls,” the senior stated with pride as she finished recording notes onto her sheet, “Go ahead and hit the showers. Those who have classes today, good luck. To those who don’t, have fun! Risa, can you stay and clean up before you join the others?”

“Sure, I don’t mind!” the freshman beamed with enthusiasm, as she continued to huff for breath from her most recent timed race.

The gaggle of young swimmers padded off together towards the locker room, with the team’s organizer walking slowly behind them as she finished jotting down her notes and confirming a couple of final time scores with other members. Within seconds they had left the young freshman alone in the massive pool room. Risa took a couple minutes to towel herself dry first. The campus-standard one-piece that the team wore during practices felt like rubber against the girl’s fine skin. She couldn’t wait to peel out of it and wash out the chlorine from her hair. Still, she walked slowly around the pool as she collected supplies left behind, and straightened things up. Her feet and the floor were still wet, and she was always careful to take her time to maneuver safely around the pool.

In the time since her last attack, 263 had been keeping plenty busy itself. It was amazing how there always seemed to be some young, nubile student running off or getting lost on her own around the campus, and 263 was often there to demonstrate what a terrible idea that was. Often, its victims were new ones - girls it had never come across before or never had the chance to take. And most days, it enjoyed the opportunity to explore a new body. But on some occasions, it became nostalgic, remembering one girl or another it had taken before. And since her first attack, Risa had been one of the most prominent in its memory, and it wasn't hard to see why. Her tight body, her shrill shrieks, her unrelenting orgasmic reactions. Fucking her had been a dream for 263. And such a dream it would be elated to experience again.

It wasn't 263's typical behavior to stalk a girl for more than the few minutes it took her to either be captured or escape. But when Risa had unwittingly run by its hiding place earlier in the morning, it had sensed her. It remembered her immediately, and with the memories came an intense desire. And so it had begun to crawl after her. It had taken an hour for it to reach the building which housed the pool. It had worked its way into the drainage pipes nearby, underneath the building. Gentle currents washed over its body constantly, but 263 paid them little mind. It could still sense Risa, somewhere nearby, so it was time to send out some feelers. The only problem was that she wasn't alone. As the tentacles crawled through the pipes and drains around the pool, they could hear more than a dozen voices echoing around the expansive hall. 263 hated crowds, but it felt equally compelled to stick around as long as Risa was here. It would just have to be careful.

After a considerable amount of careful exploration and tactical retreat, one of the tentacles pushed its way up through one drain, and into a closed-off room. Although 263 couldn't know it had found its way into a supply closet, it could tell by the muffled noises and damp air that it was secluded. As it considered this new discovery, it sensed people starting to move away. Honing in on Risa, it prepared to withdraw and follow her. However, luck was on 263's side, and the girl stayed behind. The raktar decided to hedge its bets, and redirected more of its tentacles into the supply closet. They poured up through the drain and slithered among the hardware inside, hiding within the shadows. Lying it wait, it felt Risa slowly circling the pool, cleaning up after her team.

Ever since the attack on her first day at school, Risa no longer liked to be alone. She’d always been a bit of an extrovert, and a social butterfly anyways. However, she used to take time to find someplace quiet to read, study, paint or cook. In fact, she used to prefer dancing alone, rather than with a group or in a club. She liked being able to pick out her own music, and design her own routines. Now, being alone only made her anxious. She couldn’t concentrate on anything productive due to an overwhelming sense of paranoia.

Deep in her heart, Risa knew that monster was still out there somewhere. The school was located on a small, remote, tropical island. There was very little chance that thing had fled the area entirely. Still, she hadn’t heard any reports about other girls being attacked, and it was too weird a subject to bring up seriously in inquiry. As much as Risa wanted to investigate the matter further, or to find some assistance with recovering from her ordeal, she decided that it would be best if she just kept such things to herself. That was almost working out well.

Well, she’d joined some clubs and was talkative enough during such meetings. When she wasn’t in a club, she made sure she was in the library, class or one of the common rooms. Technically, she was alone now in the pool, but for some reason Risa didn’t feel that anxious. Perhaps she was just too tired, or because she could still hear the fairly close voices of her fellow students coming from the locker room not thirty feet away from where she was cleaning up. The very idea that she was being stalked had not entered into her sweet mind, which still clung to some sense of youthful innocence.

The student was nearly done now. Cleaning up had only taken about five minutes, and she’d be hitting the showers just about the time that the pool was opened for free swimming. While she liked being in groups, Risa didn’t much care for crowds. Free swim hours in the pool were always packed, it seemed. With the swim meet, everything was so organized and rhythmic, but the chaotic laughter, splashing and loud chatter constantly echoing in the huge pool chamber gave the girl a headache. She’d hoped to be well on her way by the time the lines of other students started pouring into the place.

Just one last task remained, and then the strawberry-blonde beauty would be off to claim the reward of a nice, cold shower. She tucked a few cushions beneath her slender arms and carried them towards the supply closet. The swim team did a great job of keeping things well-organized in there: extra cushions and swim boards on the bottom floor in separate, neat stacks, various nets and poles hanging from hooks on the side, with a small shelf of extra towels on the other side, and pool line rope hanging on the back wall. The girl hummed a light melody; her wet feet softly slapped against the cold, wet concrete floor as she padded up to the supply closet doors.

There was that sweet, delightful voice 263 had missed. The tentacles quivered with excitement as the sweet sound reached them. That beautiful voice was drawing closer, headed straight to this dark, small room. Gambling on this spot was about to pay off, but the girl wasn't caught yet. There were a dozen tentacles in the shed now - it would be almost impossible for her to miss them. 263's tentacles were fast, but they could be unwieldy as well. If it lunged for her the moment the door opened, it could miss, and she'd get away. Even if it grabbed her, she might scream as it dragged her into the room. And as delightful as that sound might be, there were others nearby, and their attention might be drawn. 263 needed her in the room before it could begin.

One of its eye-stalks emerged and looked around its surroundings. The room was currently dark, even if the doors opened, most of it would be shrouded in shadow. Not enough to hide a dozen fleshy tentacles, of course. Not unless... It had become obvious that these girls functioned heavily on light-based sight. And while that put 263 in something of a tight spot at a distance, it did potentially offer certain advantages in dark environments. A thought came to its mind - something it had never attempted before. But it should technically be possible. The eye gazed at the floor, observing its color, its texture. Then, slowly, the tentacles around it began to flatten, as if a great weight was pressing down on them. 263's cells could be grown and shed at will, allowing for rapid changes in body shape. The tentacles squished until they were about half their original height. Gradually, their skin started to shift. New cells covered the old, carefully grown to be the same color and even texture as the floor of the shed. Quickly, the sight of the tentacles began to fade into the floor.

With their new camouflage in place, the tentacles retreated to the darker corners of the closet, slowly edging along the walls. The eye stalk retreated into the dark. As it withdrew, it noticed a large safety net hanging against the wall. An amusing thought crossed its mind as one tentacle slowly moved towards it. The tentacles waited as Risa drew closer.

The morning sun beamed through the high windows of the pool area’s ceiling. Behind Risa, she could hear a growing volume of voices and noises coming from the direction of the locker room. She was going to get out of here just in time, it seemed.

Still humming pleasantly, the girl opened of the two doors to the supply closet, and peaked inside. The sunlight interfered with her ability to see very well in the lightless shed, but Risa was able to make out an empty space on the floor that would be appropriate to serve as a home for the cushions that she was carrying. She bent over and set the cushions in a neat stack, before straightening up and turning around to do one last glance-over the area to ensure she hadn’t forgotten to throw anything else into the closet.

She stood before that open door, with her back facing the darkness, unaware of the creature that lurked just a few feet away. Her bare body was covered only by her dark navy one-piece swimsuit, with the school crest embroidered on the front. One hip jutted out to the side slightly, and her hand rested upon that natural perch. Her other hand tapped a thoughtful finger against her slender chin in thought, while her blue-grey eyes squinted as they scanned the lounge chairs for any hiding equipment.

As Risa stood, making her final assessment, 263 decided its time had come. Slowly, the tentacles rose behind Risa. Still bearing their camouflage, they regained their normal shape and width. The eye extended forward, close enough to see Risa's form clearly. She was too close to miss. As one, a dozen tentacles shot forth and wrapped around in front of Risa, pulling her into the darkness. More tentacles shot forward and slammed the closet doors closed, blocking out the outside world. The sounds of approaching voices grew muffled, and the light faded. The tentacles barred the exit, keeping it shut. There was no way Risa would be able to overpower them. The other tentacles released Risa, letting her fall to the floor. They floated around her, poised to strike, but eager to see her reaction first.

The capture happened so suddenly and quickly, that Risa was stunned speechless by the swift attack. She wasn’t even fully aware of her situation until she was unceremoniously dropped onto the cold floor of the supply closet. With the doors closed, it was too dark for the girl to see, but she didn’t really need to in order to determine who had snatched her.

Risa’s heart pounded like a jackhammer in her chest, threatening to burst out of her breast. She couldn’t believe that it was happening again; that this thing had found her again. Was she truly so unlucky that simple circumstance was to blame for this repeat meeting with her earlier inhuman rapist? No way, that was just too unlikely. It was far more possible to think that this horrible creature had taken to stalking her. Perhaps it had been biding its time in the shadows while she slowly recovered, waiting for the right time and opportunity to take her again.

No... no! This wasn’t going to happen to her again. She had to get away, she couldn’t possibly just let this thing have another go at her. Hell, she considered herself lucky to have even survived their previous encounter, where she had nearly been drowned and asphyxiated. Never mind the fact that she’d been fucked so brutally that she’d been bedridden for two weeks after the encounter. She was going to get away, somehow. She had to try!

Risa clapped a hand over her mouth as a precautionary measure. She remembered that the horrid beast loved to abuse her mouth and throat. That’s where it had started the first time they’d met. Damn this darkness! If she’d been able to see better, the girl would’ve sought out one of those sensitive eyeball stalks and gave it a good beating. Only this time she’d not stop at just kicking it once; she’d bludgeon the bastard into a bloody pulp! As it was, she resisted the urge to just lash out blindly. She could easily hurt herself bashing up against the close walls and equipment hanging in the closet.

Still, she had to think of some way to get away from this monster before it decided to attack! She brought up the closet’s layout from memory, and searched quickly through its inventory for a possible weapon with which to defend herself. Of course! There was a pool hook for grabbing rope hanging on one of the side walls! It wasn’t sharp; in fact, it was made of cheap, light metal that would float in case someone dropped it in the pool. However, if she swung it around she might be able to keep the tentacles at bay long enough to reach the door. If she got out of the closet, she could get help from the students starting to file in for free swimming at the pool. Desperately, she lunged with her free hand for the metal pole. If she got her hand on it, she’d swing it around in wild arcs in a last-ditch gambit for protection.

263 watched from the shadows with rapt enthusiasm as Risa struggled to her feet. She hadn't even seen its tentacles, but already she was starting to flail and panic. Fear was such a delicious ingredient in a victim. It made her blood pound and her senses alert. Made her more sensitive to everything it could do to her. And it made her thoughts louder, loud enough for it to hear. It was as if her mind was screaming, and it knew just what to listen for. Fear was strong in her - so strong that it could already start to feel her thoughts. She'd nearly lost herself to it, but her survival instinct was still kicking. Her hand had moved over her mouth, protecting it from immediate penetration. That was fine - 263 had only intended to keep her screams muffled. If she wanted to do that for it, all the better.

Then there was something else in her mind. A plan? Was she devising a way out? Her thoughts were still too distant for it to truly know, but it saw glimpses of her intent. It saw a pole, and a hook. A weapon. Did she mean to raise it against 263? The tentacles were already swirling around her, preparing to strike. But suddenly, she moved for the wall. 263 could see the hook she'd envisioned hanging before her. So she was gunning for it after all. It was a foolish plan. The tool was light and flimsy, and would barely hurt 263's tentacles. But she wouldn't even get that far. Unfortunately for Risa, the hook was hanging on the same wall as the net, which two tentacles already rested behind. As she drew close and reached for the pole, the tentacles moved quickly, unfurling the net and letting it fall over Risa, wrapping her in the fibers.

As Risa struggled with the net, her thoughts grew closer to 263's. If it could hear her, maybe she could hear it. 263 started to think towards her, letting itself remember the images and sensations of the last time it had raped her. She'd seen and felt those same things at that time, through the link they'd shared. It let the memories flow to her, hoping she could feel them as she was ensnared by the tangled pool covering.

Risa squeaked with terror as something big and heavy was dropped on top of her. At first, she thought the thing had pounced on her, and she flailed at the “monster” with her free hand and both her bare, shapely legs. Although she kicked and swiped viciously, the monster would not move off of her. In fact, as her panic began to abate, she realized that this didn’t feel at all like the tentacles she knew so intimately. The tentacles were almost too soft to touch, and were warm against her skin. This material was brittle and cold. It felt more like rope than tentacles. Had it thrown the pool net at her?

Risa sighed, unamused. Really? A net? Yeah, because she wasn’t trapped in enough already. That little prank had nearly given her a heart attack. Although, the net did pose a problem that Risa didn’t have before. It was too heavy and broad to lift off of herself with just one hand. However, if she used two hands to free herself, that would leave her mouth exposed. She didn’t want him inside of her mouth again; in fact, she didn’t want him inside of her anywhere again.

Before the citrus-haired beauty could come to a decision upon her new predicament, she was interrupted by an alien sensation within her mind. The presence was foreign, but familiar. It was the mind link that the thing had established before. Risa had believed that the link from before had only been established through physical contact. She was apparently wrong about that, as she was fed images and sensations of their previous encounter together.

The girl collapsed to her knees in horror as she was forced to remember every vivid detail of her long, agonizing rape beneath those merciless tentacles. Her breathing deepened with panic, and her blue-grey eyes shed tears of pure terror. She curled up and shuddered as she was shown the very images that haunted her dreams far too often at night.

Then, a thought occurred to the teen. Was this thing trying to communicate with her? If it failed to possess a mouth and vocal cords with which to speak, perhaps it had developed other modes of interacting with others. It was transmitting thoughts and sensations to her mind directly, but would it be able to receive anything that she sent back in return? She’d not even though to try that when they had first met. To be fair, she’d been a little preoccupied at the time for any such tactics, but now she just might have a chance to save herself. Maybe, just maybe, this was some sort of horrible miscommunication! Risa desperately hoped this was the case.

She concentrated on the thought of the tentacles leaving back into the shadows of the supply closet from whence they’d come. Then, with the best of her imagination, she pictured herself blowing a kiss into that darkness in thanks, and then leaving the closet without getting raped again, and being allowed to return to her life at the school. After that, she imagined the monster happily finding its way down to Shokushu’s lovely beach, and going for a swim. Then, with careful detail, she imagined a big, hungry great white shark come up from the dark blue depths and shredding the beast in a horrible, bloody attack. She’d once watched a nature documentary on great white sharks; the imaginary picture would be immaculately detailed, save for the exact body structure of her attacker, which she rendered as a blob sprouting tentacles and eye stalks in all directions.

263 was... perplexed. The thoughts in the girl's head had become a vignette of bizarrely cheerful and flowery imagery. It could see her thoughts of the tentacles withdrawing, leaving her untouched, and releasing the girl back to her kind. Then 263 saw... something odd and squid-shaped, full of tentacles and eyes, going for a swim in the ocean. The thing was promptly eaten by a sea monster in a graphic display of violence. Perhaps this was some mental defense mechanism? Or an offensive mechanism, even? 263 had tried to influence Risa's emotions. Perhaps the girl was trying to do the same. It had never encountered a girl capable of such psychic offense, but it had only recently begun to delve into minds at all. If that was the case, Risa was clearly attempting to a: let her escape, b: swim, and c: self-terminate. None of these things were going to happen.

But what was most interesting to 263 about all the events it witnessed in the girl's mind was that none of them had ever occurred. It had inserted thoughts into peoples' minds before - replayed a previous attack or the rape of someone they knew, or even suggested a presence that wasn't really there. But all of it had been either its own memories, or the amplified memories of the victims themselves. These images entirely without real basis were strange, new. It had never considered that a mind might invent a scene that was purely hypothetical. Raktar as a species certainly had no such inclination. But it did have memory, and expectation, and the capacity for deductive thought. Perhaps it could achieve a similar effect. This bore... exploration.

All things in time, of course. For starters, this girl was still before it, netted but thus far unmolested. That should have to change. The tentacles began to swirl around Risa, slowly encircling her. Then, some of them reached towards her and grabbed the edge of the net that she seemed unable to escape from. The finer manipulation of such a trap was beyond 263's finesse, but it could at least tug against the edges, pulling the whole webbing to the side, and dragging the tangled girl's limbs with it. More tentacles rushed towards the net and pressed through the large holes, running over Risa's skin and elastic bathing suit as she was trapped inside. Before holding her for too long, the tentacles withdrew, and began to push her backwards. They took turns tugging at the net and pushing against her, forcing her to stumble around withing the circle of appendages.

As the tentacles played with their prey, 263 once more reached out to her mind. This time, it showed her as she was - clad in this tight suit, surrounded by tentacles. Then, it began to experiment. It started simple, with something it knew. It thought of her, lying on the floor, her sex filled with something not quite clear. Her face was pure shock as she writhed in pleasure under the pressure inside her, thoroughly and deeply fucked.

The trapped, netted teen shrieked as she was suddenly yanked off to one side. When she felt the familiar sensation of tentacles sliding against her body, her free hand swatted at them desperately. They pushed her away, but only just in time for another set of tentacles to pull her in another direction. After a quick feel, she was pushed off again. The tentacles took turns passing the girl around within their little circle. Risa quickly became disoriented by the experience, and she was entirely helpless within the confines of the net that she remained bound by.

The alien presence returned to the girl’s mind in short order. She saw herself laying sprawled upon the floor of the closet, clearly in the aftermath of a very brutal sexual encounter. Was this some sort of reply?

“Yes, I know that’s what you want,” Risa growled under her breath. She was getting frustrated, and all this yanking and grabbing in the dark was making her really dizzy.

In order to put a stop to all the pulling, she dropped onto her side against the floor of the closet. She curled up her legs to prevent any access to her naughty places, and all but hid beneath the netting that still covered her. Her young mind scrambled for some way that they might be able to compromise on something where the monster would still find his satisfaction, but without hurting her in the process.

Risa fantasized about what it might be like if the monster just let her get off with a hand and boob job. She’d jerked a guy off before, once. If she could get away with just doing that to however many tentacles that the monster possessed, well it was still better than the alternative. And hey, she’d even let some of them get their jollies off in her cleavage, which bulged out of the top of her skin-tight one-piece. In fact, for some reason, she found herself get rather excited over the idea of trying to sneak back to her dorm room with alien jism painted across her stomach and breasts, just beneath her swimsuit; why the hell did that turn her on!?

263 wasn't quite sure what to make of these new images appearing in the girl's mind. What had started as, evidently, some kind of psychic attack had now become... licentious. The girl was imagining running her hands vigorously up and down its tentacles, applying firm pressure to them between her fingers. In the mean time, one of the tentacles thrust itself between her swelling breasts, the soft, pliable mounds rubbing its shaft as it moved back and forth. 263 was certainly familiar with the concept of fucking tits, but hands were unexplored territory for it. Most girls' hands were too busy thrashing around or caught in its own grip to be much use to it. But was that what this girl wanted? There was definitely a hint of arousal to her thoughts. Were these thoughts the result of her lust, acting out the fantasies she wished it to perform on her? Well, it would do plenty to her, but this was certainly an intriguing place to start.

The tentacles ceased their toying with the girl and floated, facing towards her. Slowly, one tentacle hooked itself through the net and lifted it - not enough to remove it from Risa's body, but at least enough for her to sit upright. The other tentacles began to draw closer to her, pressing in on all sides, but they didn't rush her. Not yet. If starting with this... hand play, would fulfill the girl's desires and make her more lustful for her violation, then so be it. Despite the growing sounds of voices outside and the approach of the presences 263 could feel, none of them seemed interested in this little shed. Even if they did try to enter, they would never be able to open the doors before it let them. 263 had all the time in the world with this girl. Let her have her fun first.

Slowly, two tentacles slipped through the holes in the net, crossing the boundary and coming to a pause in front of Risa. Given that the girl only had two hands, it didn't see how she could attend to more than two at once anyway. One of them bent down to prod at her, but then backed away. In her fantasies, Risa's actions seemed to be the driving force of the intercourse, and largely under her own control. As such, 263 expected it would have to wait for her to take charge of the situation. It's other tentacles remained nearby, however, faintly swaying with anticipation. As patient as 263 chose to be, it was still compelled by instinct to ravage the girl, and its appendages were eager for their chance to plunge inside her.

Risa’s pretty blue-grey eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness in the pool’s supply shed. She could just make out the serpentine shapes of her assailant’s limbs. Her eyes didn’t detect any of those eyeball stalks that she’d hit to very good effect last time, but she suspected they were watching from someplace close by. When she noticed one of the tentacles move towards her, she flinched and shielded herself with her free arm. Instead of attacking her, the tentacle gently lifted the net off of her.

Cautiously, she sat upright, as there wasn’t enough room for her to stand beneath the netted canopy that the tentacle had created above its captive. She watched apprehensively as two tentacles slowly approached her through the netting, and came to a stop just inches away from her. One of them poked her shoulder, but then backed away timidly. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing; was this plan actually working!? Risa was ecstatic with relief; this was far preferable to getting raped like last time.

“Okay... thank you,” she whispered quietly as she slowly reached forwards with her hands, and cradled the tips in her soft palms. Outside the shed’s doors, she could hear voices and splashing. The pool had already reopened, and just beyond that closed portal, there were ignorant students enjoying their day off from classes. Risa blushed, wondering what would happen if some half-wit came to the doors for a cushion. She didn’t want this delicate accord to be shattered just because of some accidental interruption.

Instead of dwelling on the potential dangerous what-if’s, Risa decided to focus on the task at hand. The sooner she pleasured this beast, the sooner it would release her and she could flee back to her dorm room. The girl scooted a little closer to the tentacles so that her arms weren’t reaching out so far just to get this done. Then, her soft hands started to stroke the tentacles. They started slow, but she quickened the pace while she slowly tightened her grip. Risa already knew how hard he liked it; she could still give that sensation to him with just her hands. She paused only momentarily to lick her palms before returning them to the task, so that the friction didn’t become painful for her partner.

“Hmmm? Feels good?” she whispered in a playful, sultry voice.

263's tentacles twisted lightly under Risa's touch. This was a peculiar new sensation, but not at all unpleasant. In fact, 263's tentacles were not especially sensitive. They were designed for feeling out rough terrain and dangerous landscapes, even doing battle when necessary to protect its body. They couldn't afford to be overly sensitive, and most of the satisfaction it derived from fucking girls derived from the act, rather than the sensation. So it was far from overwhelmed by Risa's handjob. None the less, her hands were soft and delicate, and the sensation was pleasant. Nothing like the overwhelming sexual stimulation it had felt in some of its recent victims, but still nice. It was like a cat being petted. It was especially nice when she licked her palms, and her skin began to glide smoothly over its. If it could have groaned, it might have.

When she spoke, her voice was playful, almost lustful. Several tentacles jerked towards the sweet sound, but stopped short of the net, resisting the urge to try to burrow into her mouth. This action seemed to be having an effect the girl, and it could feel twinges of arousal buried in her mind. Arousal made a girl much better for fucking, and 263 was eager to grow this seed within her. It began to send the sensations to her - the light rubbing feeling filling her mind, almost as if she was rubbing her own body. Perhaps she would enjoy feeling what it felt from her, if she was not deriving enough pleasure of her own.

As the handjob went on, 263 recalled that there had been another part to this fantasy of Risa's. Her breasts had been exposed, and pressed around a tentacle that slid through the valley between. Perhaps this would also improve her arousal. Another tentacle passed into the net and began to press against her chest, just below her breasts. Turning its head up, it slithered up through her tits. The yielding mass of her breasts was pleasant to push against, as it started to thrust, it found the fabric of the swimsuit unpleasant and clingy. It withdrew from her and began poking at her chest. It could easily have torn the covering away itself, but in her fantasy it had been removed in one piece. Perhaps she desired it that way...

Well now, this wasn’t so bad! Risa smiled as she stroked the tamed tentacles in her grasp. She noticed that the monster kept himself in check even when she teased him with her sweet words. Hmm, that was interesting; it responded to what she’d said, but could not speak in turn. She idly wondered if he could understand her, or simply liked the sound of her voice. That could open up really great communication possibilities. Even if he didn’t understand her words yet, then she could teach him over time. Well, maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself; one act of mercy from this monster, and she’d already adopted him. A part of her mind darkly wondered what that said about her feelings concerning that first encounter between them.

That was not something she wanted to think about at all, and Risa quickly pushed such darkness from her thoughts. No, this was much better. Her caution raised slightly as another tentacle joined her in the net, but she calmed when she realized what it wanted. The perky teen watched as the tentacle slid up against the valley of her cleavage a few times, before it stopped to poke at the fabric of her swimsuit.

“Alright, I guess that was part of the deal, yes?" Risa giggled and shook her pretty head. She paused her handjobs to pull down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit. Her beautiful, shapely breasts bounced free as she pulled the top half of the navy one-piece down to her waist. Here, she paused, and considered the risk of taking off the garment completely. She really didn’t want to give the monster the wrong ideas, but then if she kept the bathing suit halfway on it was going to get really messy.

With a nervous sigh, the girl wiggled out of her suit completely. Blue-grey eyes watched the tentacles outside the net with a bit of apprehension as she tucked the garment into a far corner of the net for her to retrieve later. Just to be safe, she played out her fantasy again in her mind concerning the handjobs and boob job.

She returned to her three patient customers, and prepared herself to pleasure all of them simultaneously. Her perfect body scooted up even closer than she had been before. This would be necessary for what she had in mind. Her face looked down, and she spit into her own cleavage to lube up her soft skin. Then, with her upper arms, she pushed her perky mounds closer together to create a nice, tight valley. Before she returned her hands to work, she gave each one a couple more good licks to ensure that they glided smoothly against the silky surfaces of those tentacles. As her arms started pumping quickly, she bent forward and lightly kissed either tentacle on the very tip.

“Thank you for playing nice,” she whispered, testing her theory of her assailant’s ability to understand her language.