Although Risa took the paths slowly, in order to minimize the strain on her lower body, she soon found herself breathing heavily. She was so hot, too. That was strange, because she was fairly certain the temperature in the maze hadn’t changed. Perhaps it had so subtly that she hadn’t noticed? That must be; she was really burning up for some reason! It felt like her breasts were being strangled in her blouse; she couldn’t breathe! Risa unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, and she gasped as the cool air caressed her hot skin.

She tugged a bit more at the edges of her skirt as she walked. Silently, the girl was trying to fight to urge to touch herself. Her pussy was still agitated from being barred partway to an orgasm. That feeling seemed to have only gotten worse with time, rather than fading. This was bad; she knew she couldn’t stop to masturbate, or the monster would likely jump her again. Still, it was really distracting to be stuck feeling this horny! She caught herself trying to rub her thighs together to create some friction against herself, and she forced herself to stop. Oh man, she was badly in need of release!

Risa eyed the walls suspiciously when she noticed how tall they were becoming. She knew something was up. Another trap or obstacle, for sure, but what exactly it was would be impossible to tell in advance with all the sharp turns in the path before her. Then, the girl was suddenly before the tall, stone obstacle. She was hit with the vision of the defiled senior girl, given instructions, and then left to choose her fate.

The pony-tailed beauty blushed when she spied the tongue-tentacles at certain intervals in the structure. While her mind and body were clearly at odds concerning matters involving her vile rapist, they could both agree on those specific tentacles: they were sexy. She’d even fantasized about dipping herself in a tub full of them, but just once! The wall itself, however, was an entirely different issue. Risa. Hated. Heights. She was deathly afraid of them, ever since she’d witnessed her best friend break her leg from a fall at age 10. In her mind, she envisioned herself cumming at the height of the wall from being constantly molested, and then falling to her death. Okay, death was probably overly-dramatic, but this was one of her phobias, after all!

In any case, there was no way she was going to tackle this thing while getting felt up by tentacles. She was randy enough already. It was a certain failure if she attempted this in the state that she was in. There was only one choice. Risa quickly unbuttoned the rest of her blouse before peeling it off of her fair-skinned torso, which glowed softly in the artificial moonlight. With a small sigh of surrender, the girl offered the transaction piece out with one hand.

A tentacle emerged from beside her through the brush, and quickly moved towards her. It came to a halt in front of her, and took her blouse from her hand without any pomp or circumstance. With its prize in its grasp, it retreated into the wall. There was a loud, squirming sound up ahead, and the other tentacles quickly withdrew into the framework of the wall, leaving it empty and much more inviting for climbing.

From its vantage points in the hedge walls, 263 looked over the girl's now more-naked form. She was certainly an appealing sight, with her bare skin glowing softly in the moonlight, her flat stomach and gentle shoulders on display. Only her black bra - the alleged reason she was down here in the first place - interrupted the view of her soft skin, and that was nicely filled out by her ample breasts. Below her waist, her dirtied skirt did its best to hide what was above her shapely legs, but the monster could still see hints at her naked, defiled treasures below. Its own dried cum stained her thighs all the way down to her knees. Despite being raped twice today already, the girl was still becoming more vulnerable in appearance. Briefly, 263 considered taking advantage of her panty-less situation and raping her again for the hell of it. But the sex it was entitled to right now was relatively tame, just limited to her lower holes and none of the rest of her body. If it wanted the chance to really fuck her, she would have to continue.

"Wise. Choice," the monster spoke. "Now. Proceed." The stream of subliminal erotic feelings continued as the monster waited for Risa to tackle the climbing wall.

“Proceed,” Risa mocked the monster with her best deep, booming voice, which was admittedly terrible. She arched her eyebrows and wagged her head to emphasize her sarcasm. The girl snickered to herself as she stepped up to the first set of wooden slats, but soon even her own self-inflicted humor couldn’t mask the fear haunting her young mind. Standing right at the base of the massive structure, Risa dared to glance up its full height. She gulped in obvious, nervous terror.

After a couple of subconscious tugs at the bottom of her skirt, Risa moved into position to take her first hold upon the wall. Her chest rose and fell in a deep rhythm that strained her full, perky breasts against the thin, black lace of her bra. Close inspection would reveal that her nipples were hard, and poking out through the hugging support of her undergarment. Risa rationalized that it was due to the cold, but it was equally due to the subliminal efforts of her sadistic tormentor. Had she bothered to peak under her own skirt, she’d have also noticed that her pink petals glistened with the dew of her latent passion.

Well, she could hardly be blamed for missing these subtle signals that her own body was showing. The poor teen did have literally a much bigger obstacle to tackle right before her. Her bare arms and legs shivered lightly with her fright as she began to slowly and cautiously climb. After getting about five feet off the ground, she made the most amateur mistake in the book: she looked down. With a gasp of sheer terror, Risa pressed her shoulders to the wall and squeezed her eyes shut, her ass pointed out into the air and clearly exposed even at that short distance.

Risa, however, was too busy fighting down as severe sense of vertigo to bother with any thoughts of personal decency. She had to keep moving; the only way to get to the exit was to climb this fucking awful wall. That, and if she didn’t keep moving, that monster would come and rape her again, maybe even here on the wall. Knowing that she couldn’t afford such a disaster to take place, the girl pulled on her inner reserves of willpower and strength. Pursing her lips, but keeping her eyes squeezed shut, the girl started to climb blindly up the wall once again. Every time she made it to the next slat, she told herself that she only had one more to go and she was at the top. Only by accepting the obvious lie, could she possibly convince herself to press further towards her goal. She had to reach the top; she’d given up too much already to give up on herself!

As Risa began to climb, 263 had a perfectly good view of everything her body had to display. Eyestalks hid within the slats, color blended in with the shadows so that she wouldn't even see them. As she moved past, they could see her perky nipples poking against her bra as her her breasts swung from her muscles' movements. As she rose higher, her skirt shifted, and the eyes could see up to her exposed sex, glistening with her own arousal. She yelped so sweetly as she looked down, and pressed herself into the wall, her breasts compressing against the firm wood. How easy it would be to reach out and bind her in place, and ravage her supple body in every hole she had.

The monster could see into her mind, but even from the surface, it could sense her fear. The girl seemed to run into many situations that blended terror with arousal. And thanks to its continued influence, this was remaining one of them. On the ground below, tentacles crept from the hedge walls and amassed in a swarm. They slithered to the foot of the wall and turned up, as if peering up at her. They made no effort to pursue as of yet - only sat to catch her should she fall. Of course, if she took too long, they would have another job to do. But for the moment, 263 did nothing to impede her climb, other than to continue the soft, subtle stream of arousal into her subconscious, and enjoy the view as she pushed on.

‘C’mon, Risa, you can do it, girl! Just one more slat. Just one more and you’ve made it! Yes! I did it! Okay, feel up... fuck, there’s another one. Okay, Risa, one more slat, just one more! C’mon, reach and pull. It’s not fucking hard, just do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I must be, like, 1000 feet up by now... No! Focus, Risa! Just one more slat! Augh, my arms are getting sore, and they won’t stop shaking! Damnit, Risa, focus! No excuses! Reach! Pull! Good girl! Woo-damn, I should’ve stretched before I did this... Okay, one mo- ah!? The top!? I... I made it!?’

Although her pace wasn’t swift, Risa was steady and determined for the rest of her ascent. Her inner dialogue droned on in a constant cycle of panic and resolve until at last it felt as though she had reached the top. The lurking phobia of heights kept Risa’s eyes squeezed tightly shut. She didn’t dare open those grey-blues until she was firmly planted on a horizontal surface once again. The temptation was certainly there, however. It was terrifying just to be holding herself in place with a single hand, while the other frantically searched over the lip of the top ledge for some purchase upon which she could pull herself all the way up and over.

The girl's ascent went on and on, as she rose with agonizing slowness, taking each rung of her giant ladder as if it were an inhuman hurdle. And yet, in spite of her deep fear and growing physical fatigue, the girl didn't quit. Finally, it appeared that she would actually succeed in scaling the wall, all on her own. As she reached the top, she began blindly searching for something with which to pull herself over the edge and onto solid ground. She felt around for several moments, by which time 263 had had quite enough. The anticipation of watching the girl spread herself up the wall, teetering on the brink of falling into its clutches had all been for this? Watching her lamely flail around for a hand hold and overcome its devices with the weakest effort possible? It just didn't seem fair.

Fortunately, unfair was the name of the game. The girl's transaction had ensured that no tentacles would molest her from the wall as she climbed. However, that deal had no application to the other tentacles in the maze. With her panties gone, the monster still technically had free reign to rape her whenever it felt it convenient. And she had spent so long climbing, and now blindly searching for purchase, that it would probably be within the rules to just grab her and fuck her silly.

What 263 decided to do instead was relatively merciful. Instead of swarming her with a mass of tentacles, a single tendril emerged from the hedge wall below her. Quietly, it extended up through the air, until it was right below the girl. With her eyes screwed shut like that, she'd never see it coming. It approached slowly, until it was practically underneath her skirt. Then, it pushed itself up, and brushed against her pussy lips.

"Climb. Or. Fuck," 263 spoke inside the girl's mind. The tentacle began rubbing more firmly to emphasize the urgency of her situation.

“Ahhhh! Oh god, you fucking asshole!” Risa screamed in response to the sudden touch to her exposed nether region. Her anger was just as quickly replaced by panic, however, when the monster threatened her with more rape if she didn’t move her ass. Ultimately, she was much more scared of her assailant than she was of heights. With a burst of scrambling effort, Risa frantically clawed her way up and over the top edge of the wall.

The monster’s firm, vile touch against the girl’s sensitive petals told her just how bad a shape her body was in. Her pussy was soaked with her own juices, and it wasn’t from this new touch. In fact, the rubbing only made it worse. She was in heat, and her sex craved satisfaction. Risa gasped and moaned as she fought against these traitorous sensations while simultaneously trying to pull herself to safety.

With her arms braced on the top ledge, she pulled her chest up and over the lip. From there, the best she could manage was to swing up one of her long, shapely legs up and onto the ledge. She was painfully aware of just how exposed a position this would present herself to the rude little tentacle between her legs, but she had to ignore him for now and reach the top. With a whine of supreme effort, Risa used both her exhausted arms and her trembling leg to haul herself fully up onto the top. She made it! She actually made it! Risa collapsed onto her stomach, her eyes still squeezed shut for fear of catching a glimpse of the distance she had climbed, and quietly cried with relief.

How cute. The girl had made it to the top after all. She had overcome her fears, or at least run from her worse fears, and done what had seemed impossible with only the faintest violation through her ordeal. It was almost inspirational, really. What was less impressive was how she now lay on the ground and sobbed at her struggle. One might think she'd found her way out, rather than merely overcome an inconsequential obstacle. The rules were still in effect, and it would be in her best interest to start moving. Slowly, the tentacles that had been waiting at the foot of the wall began to climb their way up. Their advance would be the countdown timer for the girl. If they reached her, her body was fair game. In fact, that would make this next segment much more interesting.

Looking back the way she'd come the tall hedge walls would obstruct most of Risa's view of the maze's layout. The little bits she could see offered no insight about the location of the exit, or the direction of any given path. She could only see that the maze was indeed a tangle of turns and twists, some connected and some sharply divided.

The raised walkway Risa had climbed up to was not very long. It extended for a few dozen yards forward. After that, well - what goes up must come down. The path ended in a sheer drop, the cliff face leading down laced with the same wooden ladder structure. At the foot, more tentacles gathered, pointing up at the girl. They weren't moving, however, but patiently waited, presently unsure if the girl would even make it as far as them.

Naively unaware of the approaching threat from below, Risa continued to console herself with a short session of light weeping. It had definitely been a wise choice to have given up her shirt to get rid of those tentacles. Had they been present while she was climbing, there was simply no way she’d ever had made it all the way to the top. She’d never been forced to face her fear of heights before, but strangely enough this experience sort of empowered the girl. Once she was done shedding a small bucket-load of tears, all that was left was the knowledge that she’d conquered this obstacle that she’d have never even attempted in any other circumstance.

For the first time since she’d started at the bottom, Risa dared to open her eyes once more. She kept her face pointed straight down at the surface she was laying prone against first. Her fear of heights had been beaten in order to achieve tackling this obstacle, but it wasn’t gone. Not by a long shot. The girl had no intention of accidently casting a glance down the wall, and risk paralyzing herself with fear. Only when she’d had enough time to gather up her inner strength, did Risa even attempt to lift her eyes and inspect her immediate surroundings. She noted that the hedge walls prevented her from scoping out the maze from this incredible vantage point, canceling out any advantage that might have been gained from climbing up so high.

She was still too close to the edge of the wall for her own comfort. The teen sat up, tucked her legs under her, and scooted sideways until she had moved herself to the center of the short walkway. From the look of things, the walkway abruptly ended just a small distance further. By this time, she’d inadvertently given her pursuers enough time to scale the full length of the wall that she herself had spent so long climbing. However, she was still unaware of the danger she was in, and she continued to idle on top of the walkway, sitting on her knees and toes while she stalled out on the ability to push herself towards the next ledge.

Instead of watching the way she had just come, Risa’s pretty face stared at the path before her with fearful apprehension. Her body was still turned to the side, giving anyone an impressive view of her half-naked profile in the dim, artificial moonlight. With her bright hair still tied up in a high ponytail, she would be quite the vision seated there on that plateau, like a sacrificial offering to a heathen god.

As the tentacles crested the ridge, they slowly rose further, climbing above the girl. They towered silently over her, leaning towards her sitting figure. 263 did take the time to once again admire her figure as her rapists grew closer. Her skin was flushed and coated with a thin layer of sweat from her exertion. Her heavy breathing caused her barely-contained breasts to rise and fall, filling her bra out nicely. Her short skirt coyly hid from view what 263 had seen and taken so many times, effectively heightening the anticipation of exposing it again. With her hair tied back, the smooth, soft skin of her neck and back were clearly exposed. 263 wondered how sensitive that skin might be. Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to find out.

The girl still didn't move as the tentacles wound closer. At this point, even if she did, 263 likely wouldn't allow her to escape now. She had wasted its time and hers mewling on the ledge and staring idly into the distance. She was either taking the threats of her situation lightly, or had forgotten the rules in her meaningless victory. Either way, it would make sure that she did not do so again.

The tentacles struck quickly, darting forward knocking the girl to the ground on her side. On tentacle quickly extended towards her prone form and wrapped around her waist before she could recover. It turned her on her back, before lifting her into the air. In seconds, more tentacles extended and wrapped around her arms and legs, spreading them apart. The force held her upper body up by her arms, putting her in an almost-sitting position. From her new vantage, she could see the swarm of tentacles she had previously not seen. The rest quickly descended on her, starting to run over her body.

"You. Did. Not. Move," 263's voice chided her. "Now. You. Will. Be. Fucked." The tentacles began to squirm their way up and down her body. Several wrapped around her legs and began stroking her inner thighs with their soft, thick heads. They quickly pushed past her skirt and came in contact with her naked crotch. More extended around her upper body, teasingly tracing the outline of her bra. Several tentacles caressed her cheeks or traced her jaw-line. Unlike the earlier tentacles, which had immediately penetrated and begun to fuck her, these seemed unhurried, patient. Their intent was clear, but they had no qualms about taking their time with her. They had all the time they wanted, after all, and this time they were going to enjoy it. The girl would not walk away from this encounter so easily. And depending on how it felt, her remaining clothing might be less-than-wearable as well.

The attack came from Risa’s blindside. It caught her completely unawares, and she could only manage a small, pathetic yelp as she was bowled over onto her side. With a snap of sinew, the girl felt a powerful grip coil about the tiny pinch of her waistline. She gasped in horror as she was bodily lifted into the air, and turned to face the full strength of the tentacled host that had come to ravish her.

She released a full-bodied scream of terror as several tentacles whipped down towards her long, slender limbs. Although the girl fought against their will, her strength was nothing compared to their alien force. She grunted and gasped with exasperation as she was pulled open, and spread wide by the merciless grasp upon her arms and legs. Her struggles only lasted a single moment longer before she was swarmed by the monster’s feelers.

Risa was totally surprised not to be viciously and immediately speared by a pair of thick, phallic tentacles. Instead, she found herself overwhelmed by stroking, teasing touches all over her naked skin. At first, the girl seemed paralyzed by the sensation, a look of cute confusion upon her innocent features. Then the pleasure sank in fully at what was being done to her, and she moaned against her better judgment. As it turned out, her body really liked being petted like this. She twisted and squirmed lightly in the monster’s powerful grip, trying to convince herself that these movements were ones of struggle and defiance. However, as more time passed, she realized she was lying to herself: she was writhing in pleasure.

Oh god, was she really so easy? Risa blushed deeply with humiliation as she felt herself being turned on by the gentle touches. The damn tentacles knew exactly where to focus their attentions, too. Her exhausted legs shivered as blunt tips traced little paths down her soft, stained thighs. Her shapely chest rose and fell in deep, heavy breaths that betrayed her feelings of passion as tentacles teased her sensitive breasts through the thin fabric of her black bra. Risa turned her face this way and that to avoid the caresses and petting along her cheeks and slender jaw. Ultimately, she scrunched up one shoulder and simply lifted her face upwards in surrender, sighing with unwanted pleasure at this devious teasing.

As the first tentacles came into physical contact with her liquid-coated sex, she bodily shivered in response and released a shuddering breath of barely-restrained passion. This bastard had set her body on fire with sexual need! Every ounce of her was in open rebellion against her will. Every nerve, every muscle now demanded sex! Her hips squirmed invitingly. Oh merciful god, no, she was begging for it! Her stupid whore body was trying to entice him to fuck her! She bit her lip as she fought against her own self. He wouldn’t hear her say it, but it would still be impossible to miss the message: her body wanted him. Her lust was through the roof; this was Risa caught in a slow-boil of unrealized passion.

It could only figure that the time Risa's body most wanted to be defiled was the one time the tentacles spent the longest building up to it. Despite 263's own eagerness to fuck her, it chose to focus on the torment of her slowly growing satisfaction. Tentacles extended around her chest, starting to wrap around her breasts. As they began to squeeze and pull the soft fabric against Risa's sensitive tits, the girl's stiffened nipples poked against the cups, clearly visible despite the supposed cover the underwear provided. The tentacles began to squeeze, subtly sliding the up and down against her breasts. Her rosy pink areolas peeked out from above the top of her underwear. Then, the tentacles uncoiled from one of her breasts, and another slid below the fabric of the freed cup, and deftly pulled it upwards. Her buxom breast popped free of its confines, bouncing slightly as it settled into its natural shape. Another tentacle quickly coiled around her naked breast and began to squeeze it, while her other remained underneath her black lace bra.

More tentacles began to snake around her back, tracing their way up her spine like gentle fingers. They moved up and up, until they reached her shoulder blades. They began to run over her exposed shoulders, and up the back of her neck, no longer hidden by her cascading hair. What she couldn't feel yet was several of the tentacles below her flattening, becoming the broad, tongue-like tentacles she secretly loved so much. With their transformation complete, they raised up behind her. One of the tentacles held her ponytail aside, and suddenly, she felt the tongues press into her back and neck. They were warm, and soft, and wet with God-knew-what. Gently, they lapped up and down her bare skin, gently caressing the skin it had never paid much mind to before.

While it seemed that the thing had taken an immediate interest in her pleasure and sensitivity, it wasn't without a mind for its own needs. A tentacle rose between her legs, and slithered up the entire length of her body, until it sat between her breasts. Before the girl could properly respond to it, its head rose, and it darted forward, pressing into her mouth. It overcame every bit of resistance she could have offered to keep it out, pushing its way inside with its inhuman strength. Once inside, it quickly began to slide against her tongue, before reaching deeper into her throat. It didn't do anything to block her breathing yet, but its presence was unmistakable as it began to slide between her lips, claiming her warm mouth as the first conquest.

But it was not to be the last. The tentacles were already brushing against her sex as more and more swarmed her lower body. Several more tongues began to lick up her thighs and the backs of her legs. Several more even lapped at her round, pert butt, running over her tight cheeks. But there was no need for these oral delights to focus on her eager holes. The girl's body was begging to be fucked, hard and fast. Her hips twisted and her young pussy practically winked in invitation, drooling sweet nectar. One of the tentacles nearest her sex moved forward, brushing its shaft against her slit. It ground against her entrance several times, and was immediately coated with the girl's cream. As it pulled back, the tentacles wrapped around her legs pulled harder, spreading her as wide as she would go. The tentacle placed its head between her pussy lips, and gently pushed, prodding innocently at her entrance a few times. Then, with the force of its muscles behind her, it pushed hard, and rocketed into her slit like a punch.

Risa’s strange, but welcome, foreplay continued as the tentacles upon her chest became a bit more frisky with her. She sighed as her sensitive domes were claimed in squeezing coils. The smooth, alien lengths rubbed against her through the fabric of the hopelessly inadequate barrier of her bra. When they moved over the hardened points of her nipples, the girl made a small noise as she choked back from crying out with pleasure. Suddenly, one of her breasts were released, but only long enough to allow a fellow tentacle to coil under and lift away the supporting cup of her underwear. Was he allowed to do that? The question seemed horrifically inconsequential to the fact that it was being done all the same.

There was something undeniably erotic about having her chest exposed in such a way. Perhaps it was the fact that her mood would have spoiled slightly had her favorite bra been torn away, or maybe it was the way the monster almost seemed to notice and respect her desire to keep her black-laced support. Risa knew that was only a trick of her own, naive young mind. This creature had displayed time and again that he cared for her only as far as one would care for any personal sex toy. Ultimately, her desires and pleasure only served to add an extra layer of flavor to his own; if they inconvenienced him in any way, he was just as prone to ignore her. Still, the girl had to admit that the sensation of having her naked breast played with was undeniably erotic. If she’d known she would get it back, she might have asked him to remove her bra completely; ha, yeah, fat chance on that, she knew.

Then there was a new sensation. A series of touches against her smooth back, which traced slowly upwards. Wow, okay, if you were going to be assaulted by tentacles, having them caress you all over was definitely the way to go! Risa moaned loudly with unbidden pleasure as her smooth, sleek back muscles were gently explored by the alien tendrils. As they moved to crest the top of her back, they were suddenly replaced by shapes that Risa knew almost immediately. This time, the poor girl could not hold herself back. She cried out sweetly in surrender as the wet tongue shapes “licked” her back; a tentacle even holding her ponytail off to the side so that he could fully access the sensitive flesh beneath. She was going crazy! By now, even her unwilling mind was starting to bend in favor of this delicious torment. She’d never in her young life been handled in such a manner before; this was... a celestial experience!

While bound and helpless beauty cooed and writhed in pleasure, she felt a new touch begin just above her pubic mound. It traced steadily up her body, keeping its length pressed against her warm skin like a conquering tyrant laying claim to new, fertile land. Risa honestly didn’t pay the newcomer too much mind, even as he moved up and over the flat, toned plane of her stomach and between the valley of her supple, bound chest. Her half-lidded eyes were glazed with pleasure, and she was completely unaware of the lurking threat this new tentacle presented. She’d been so lulled into a state of innocent complacency, that she didn’t see the strike coming for her until it was too late. Suddenly, her pouty, pink lips were stretched taut around the new tentacle as it speared her mouth. Risa flinched against the slightly bitter taste of his flesh against her tongue as it squirmed beneath his powerful bulk.

When the monster had finished tormenting her tongue, it moved towards the back of her mouth and to the entrance into her throat. Risa whimpered in protest, but couldn’t think of any way that she could bar him from whatever he wanted to claim of hers. By some unfathomable act of mercy, he did not block her airway. The girl sighed with relief, although she suspected that this might only be a temporary allowance until his desire to be caressed by the tight, wet passage of her throat became too tempting an offer to pass up. She tried to sate that carnal lust with her tongue, licking and caressing his shaft in the hopes that it would give him adequate pleasure. Risa knew that it was a poor substitute, but it was so damn hard to fight for breath when she was getting her brains fucked out, that she had to at least try for some sort of compromise.

While the girl struggled with this new adversary, her body continued to be stimulated by the myriad lengths that stroked and petted her gorgeous figure. Beneath her short skirt, her passion was reaching a boiling point. Tentacles teasingly caressed her feminine folds, while new, tongue-like shapes lapped at her sensitive thighs and shapely posterior. Her shapely hips jerked delightfully with lightning pleasure as one bold tentacle pushed boldly at her achingly needy entrance. That taunting bastard! Her hips gyrated in response, but he could only be bothered to press just at the entrance of her love tunnel. Frustrated, Risa made a cute, whiney noise past the muffling gag between her lips; it was the closest she would ever come to begging for it, but she was ashamed to have even been brought to that point at all.

The lovely teen yelped as her legs were violently pulled as widely apart as physically possible. She blushed scarlet at this exposed sensation, though her skirt still hid her crotch from sight. This time, when the blunt, phallic tip returned to her dripping sex, Risa shivered in fear, no longer certain that she wanted this anymore. However, what she wanted or didn’t want had never been a factor in the first place; only what she could physically take. With a surge of violence, the tentacle claimed Risa’s pussy in a lightning thrust into her sensitive depths. Reactively, her perfect figure arched as best as she could within her living bondage. Her sweet voice screamed past the tentacle in her mouth, filling the dome with the sound of her terror and defilement.

Even as the pain of his entry whited out her vision, Risa felt her pussy spasm in a little orgasm. Her inner muscles clenched fiercely, at once trying to slow down the alien intruder while simultaneously stroking him in appreciation. As exposed and bound as she was, the girl knew she was utterly at the nonexistent mercy of her captor.

The tentacle squirmed in ecstasy as the girl's moist depths were once again claimed. No matter how many times it penetrated her, 263 never grew tired of the feeling of her warm sheath enveloping its muscular tendrils. Her body was already arching and clamping against its length, even as it entered her. The tentacle pushed inside hard and fast, all the way to her cervix. It paused as it pushed against the barrier to her womb, holding itself inside her. Her folds clenched and rippled around its shaft as her body came despite the force of its entry. It could sense pain and pleasure, lust and repulsion meld into one moment in her mind. There was a simple joy to just being inside her, claiming her as her body squirmed and fought against her mind. She was helpless, and yet she still struggled with whether or not to resist, as if it made any difference.

Of course, even while the tentacle in her lower body held its ground calmly, its other tentacle was already thrusting emphatically into her mouth. The quiet moans and gasps she'd been trying to suppress were tempting in their own right, but the girl's screams were a sweet ambrosia to the tentacle's senses. No longer interested in restraint, the tentacle began to thrust into her throat, its round head making her neck bulge with the mass as it stretched her throat, wrapping its slick, fleshy self in her warm hole. It withdrew into her mouth with every pull back, giving her an admittedly limited chance to breathe. No air meant no more sounds, after all. It was much better to give her something to moan about, but allow her to keep doing it.

The tentacle within Risa remained firmly rooted inside her cunny until the tremors of her orgasm passed. It basked in every second of pressure and flowing wetness as her body struggled with whether to expel the invader or pull it further in to satisfy it's horny desires. At last, her small orgasm began to subside, and 263 took the choice out of her pussy's hands as it began to fuck her. Hard. The monster had quite a bit of frustration of its own pent up from watching the girl scale the wall at a slow, practically leisurely pace, parading her pert breasts and spreading her dripping sex in its face again and again. Her body had been an erotic display as she climbed her way through the obstacle before her, but only a display - something to watch, but not touch.

But now it could touch. It could do so much more than that. Her mistake had given it permission to dominate her, to use her and fuck her until it finally released her to continue her perverted quest. It had more free reign over her than it had since this trial of hers had begun. Every hole was open to be plundered, every inch of skin vulnerable to be stroked and licked and stimulated. Her body begged for it, too. Although her brief climax had alleviated some of her pent up arousal, it was returning, and quickly. It always returned. It could rape her, fuck her into a wall, hold her upside down and drill her every hole savagely. And still she'd cum again and again. There was no doubt - she was under 263's control. Finally, it was free to have some real fun with her - the first great fuck of what it was sure were many to come this night. And while 263 didn’t say it to Risa directly, it let her feel it. The thoughts, the very sentiment of what was to come, and keep coming, slowly wormed into her mind. She was going to be raped. A lot. Enough to make her last attacks seem like a vacation.

The tentacle inside her didn’t move especially fast, but it moved forcefully. It was a hard, steady fuck that spread her pussy wide, possibly even wider than before. With every thrust, the head of the monstrous cock pressed against her cervix, almost hard enough to penetrate the tiny opening. Its shaft rippled with vein-like ridges and bumps, rubbing along her inner walls as it pressed into her sensitive sex. It could feel her body shiver as it stroked against the sensitive spots it knew so well by now. One up here, one down there - it twisted its length against them in turn as it split her open and drilled into her, blending forceful piercing and delicate attention to her own pleasure.

The tentacle’s pleasure, though, was everywhere. The girl’s body remained tight and warm, still slick with the juices of her last orgasm and constantly leaking more. The contractions of her body caused her pussy to squeeze and twist, rubbing its shaft as if she were trying to clean it with her love tunnel. The tentacle gradually began to move faster, stroking her walls with greater intensity. Yet every time it pulled out, it withdrew all the way to her entrance, leaving her pussy mostly empty, just waiting to be immediately filled again. The tentacle in her mouth followed a similar tact, leaving her little concentration to focus on what was happening in her lower body.

The tentacles in Risa's sex and mouth pounded away at her. Rather than immediately claim the rest of her body, however, the monster decided to employ a bit more tact. It had, in the past, managed to elevate Risa to the height of depravity, screaming and cumming in rolling orgasms. That had required more careful manipulation of the girl's senses. And while it wasn't about to slow down its relentless thrusting into the girl's sweet pussy, other parts of her craved a gentler touch. The tongue-like tentacles crept up her legs, licking along her inner thighs, all the way up to her crotch. They began to soak up the fluids that spilled from her slit, lapping at her sensitive nether lips in the process. More tentacles approached her breasts, as well. Although 263 could hear her subconscious begging for her other breast to be freed, the tentacles remained firmly wrapped around it and her bra cup. Something about the look of her half-in, half-out of her clothes and still viscously fucked was… aesthetically pleasing to 263. As a consolation, several tentacles descended on her covered breast and began poking at her hardened nipple, turning and stroking the brazen nub. Her other breast was quickly consumed by tongues, as several wrapped around her entire breast, constricting tentacles and all. They began to slide up and down, lathering her sensitive skin with their soft touch and flicking against her poking nipple.

But the last tongue, 263 had different plans for. This one snaked its way underneath Risa’s body, and she could feel it join the other’s lovingly caressing her bottom. Quickly, though, it began to snake towards the center. Within seconds, it pushed its way between her firm cheeks. It slowly began to slide in and out of her crack, brushing against her anus as it moved. Risa could feel the dampness of the tongue leaving a trail of its fluid inside her cheeks as it wiggled in and out.

Risa had to admit, she was now in deep trouble. The sudden, brutal thrust into her hot, ready sex ignited her pent-up frustration like a powder keg. Once again, the girl was surprised to find that the monster did not immediately start raping her. Instead, he simply buried himself forcefully to the very bottom of her cunny, and stayed there. It was almost as if he was taking the time to savor her intense, if brief, micro-orgasm. The way he squirmed inside of her young, tight folds still didn’t help her any, however. Her body would never tire of that alien pleasure, though. There was something about that inhuman way that he could move inside of her body that just drove her wild with helpless ecstasy.

There was something else about this one, though. This particular tentacle was incredibly thick. Well, the monster usually chose a thicker tentacle to ravage her pussy, but she wasn’t certain that she’d ever been forced to take something of this girth before. Her hips jerked reactively to his movements within her. Maybe it wasn’t so much the girth, as the structure of his shaft. Although her skirt would have blocked her ability to take a good look at this thrusting tentacle, her tight pussy walls had plenty of time to squeeze every inch of his length to paint a very detailed picture of him inside of her mind. She could feel the strange, organic ridges and bumps that detailed his alien girth. As her little series of spasms lessened and faded, Risa could only shudder to think what effect those extra bits might entail to her pending fucking.

She did not have to wait long at all to find out. As soon as her half-orgasm had finished, the tentacle embedded within her sheath began to thrust deep and hard through the full length of her feminine passage. Risa was caught off-balance again by the slower tempo he adopted. Oh god, she almost hated it worse than when he just brutalized her. At least then she could just try and ignore him, but this, she couldn’t possibly ignore this! His girth felt almost too big for her; so, when he thrust into her, her toes curled and her lower back arched reflexively. He slammed into her with such force that when he battered against her cervix, her entire body shuddered from the impact. However, the way his thick shaft pulled out deliciously, and just slowly enough, against her inner walls, he left her panting and waiting in anticipation of the next stroke. It was a horrible, repeating cycle that swept all control away from the girl and left her quivering helplessly with unwanted passion.

What made the situation incredibly worse was the fact that she couldn’t concentrate her focus on this area of her body. Risa’s entire, sexy figure was under assault. Every inch of her requested her attention, and her young, human mind could not keep up with all the various sensory input. Although she struggled to split her attention as best she could into dealing with each new development as it happened, ultimately it was all for naught. Whatever concentration she had left after her brief orgasm was quickly dispatched when the tentacle in her mouth decided it now wanted her throat too. With this act, the girl was officially sexually overwhelmed. She had no choice but to turn all of her focus to the wriggling length shoved down inside of her bulging neck.

The capabilities of the tentacles continued to prove their superiority to any human design, as the oral invader quickly and easily bent its length so that it didn’t have to force Risa’s head back to allow its passage into her warm, tight throat. She initially choked on him, but quickly recovered control over her gag reflex by convincing her throat to try and “swallow” the sudden blockage. Soft, slurping noises issued out of her mouth as she sucked powerfully at the length to soothe her own instinctive emergency protocols. Risa didn’t want the monster to take this treatment the wrong way, and thought about telling him that she wasn’t doing it for his pleasure. She decided against it, however. It wouldn’t change her behavior, and it could only make his worse.

Her decision ended up being quite wise, as he came up briefly for the sole purpose of allowing her to breathe. She whimpered pathetically as she sucked down whatever fresh air she could into her starving lungs, before his monstrous girth reclaimed her throat as its personal pleasure sleave. Once again, she found the best way for her to cope with the thick length was to suck and swallow. In fact, the harder she sucked, the better it felt for her as well. The intensity of her efforts ultimately had the side-effect of causing her sweet face to bob slightly back and forth. She also closed her feathery, dark lashes over her eyes. It helped if she didn’t have to look at the length thrusting in and out of her throat so deeply that it felt like he went just to the entrance to her stomach. Instead, she made herself imagine that she was trying to swallow down a really, really big pill. It sorta worked.

Risa couldn’t afford to take her concentration off of the tentacle in her mouth, lest she miss an opening to catch her breath. However, at the same time, her pussy was starting to send more alarms up to her overwhelmed young mind. The bastard was starting to target specific areas of intense sensitivity within her love-sheath. Her perfectly-shaped hips twitched every time he rubbed intentionally against one of these spots. She tried to ignore these jolts of intense pleasure, but her pussy was soon screaming at her that if this didn’t let up she was going to cum really fucking hard from this treatment. Risa let a fresh tear of frustration roll out of the corner of one closed eye; there was nothing she could do to rescue her sex. Even if she had the concentration to spare, repressing the pleasure there wouldn’t make it go away, it would only stall the inevitable.

Left to its own devices, the teen’s pussy started to build up quickly towards a true, full orgasm. Before that point could be reached, however, her body was still in store for a couple more surprises that would swiftly worsen the situation further. Of course, this new angle of attack employed the use of those fantastic tongue-tentacles. Risa squeaked out a small moan of restrained delight as she immediately recognized their touch. They started at her thighs, which were stretched so achingly taut by the tentacles binding them in place. The wet, smooth touch soothed her burning muscles and eased her aching pain. When they reached her petals, Risa couldn’t help another shuddering moan of pleasure as they licked her sensitive, stretched labia around the tentacle thrusting and violating her depths.

The second wave of reinforcing tentacles came at her buxom chest. Risa thrust out her breasts as they were expertly manipulated. She reluctantly offered them forward since the monster seemed to be in a giving sort of mood. The breast that he had exposed was completely swarmed by those tongues that she so loved. The soft, sensitive mound was electrified with the most incredible pleasure. It felt just like she had imagined it would in her wet fantasy. She wasn’t cognitive enough to wonder if the monster knew what he was doing to her, but she felt as if someone was pouring gasoline on the flame of her passion. Her other breast didn’t go ignored, either. Instead, her nipple was teased directly through the thin fabric of her bra. It actually proved to be a precise and delightful partner treatment to what her other breast was experiencing.

The final addition was another tongue-tentacle which slid lovingly against the warm, round cheeks of her bottom. This adventurous sibling, however, moved to pay direct attention to the valley of her lovely ass. The sensation of getting her ass licked was disturbing and gross to Risa. Yet, her sensitive anus felt an odd pleasure from the treatment. The girl was so caught off-guard by this, that she didn’t quite know how to react to it. Ultimately, she failed to react at all. Her asshole remained unclenched, as she simply had too many other things vying for her attention to afford any focus towards that part of her body. Its addition to the pool of pleasure inside of Risa was small and subtle, but was nonetheless accounted for as she was quickly being filled to the brink of what her young body could withstand.

Within a few, short minutes after the last of these new additions, Risa’s body had had enough. The beautiful teenager felt her climax swiftly approaching like a massive typhoon. Every sensitive area of her body that was under assault only added to its impressive strength. Since the time that this monster had started stalking and raping her, Risa had experienced some pretty powerful orgasms. What hit her body next, however, was a monstrosity the likes of which she had never felt before. “Intense” did not even begin to describe the sensation. Her entire body arched as best it could, as though she were being electrified. She softened only to arch again, and again, and again as waves of indescribable pleasure shattered her restraint. Although she hardly had the breath to spare, she moaned loudly through the tentacle in her throat as she was ravaged by her own body’s exquisite release. It was the worst within her pussy. There, she gushed a flood of her own juices while her inner muscles clenched with a ferocity that was almost painful to endure. In such a state, she was putty in the tentacles of her rapist, helpless against whatever manner in which he wished to manipulate her body.