Risa gasped incredulously at the monster’s heartless response. She couldn’t believe it! He just expected her to get up and continue now that he was done with her?! She’d nearly been split in half by his rampaging lust, and now she was literally being told to just walk it off. Ohhhh! One could almost hear the steam vents of the girl’s anger boiling over. Risa glared laser-edged daggers back at the monster, ready to give him a seething piece of her mind, when she spotted the two approaching tentacles. No way... he wouldn’t... that, that asshole!

The desecrated, abused teenager was able to scoot her hips up a few inches before the tentacles caught up to her. They disappeared beneath her skirt, and a moment later she felt the first one push up roughly against the aching petals of her soiled pussy. The girl reeled and screamed in pain as the thick monstrosity stretched her open and forced its way deep into her overworked, young sex. She arched her back and clawed at the cold stone as she felt herself give way to the thrusting intruder. No! She couldn’t possibly endure another round; not so soon after she’d just been so totally ravaged. How did this thing recover so quickly!?

Before she could possibly adjust to the girth and pace of the massive tentacle in her feminity, the other one bullied his way into her cum-slick ass. Risa howled as she felt the dual penetration ignite her entire lower body in sensations that she had utterly no interest in anymore. Her torso bucked and arched as she writhed upon the stone in pain, and the first sparks of undesired sexual arousal. She had to escape! Oh god, he was being so rough! Owie owie ow! She hissed, spat and gasped as her limbs began to regain some focus.

Turning her tear-stained, cum-painted face towards the ledge she was supposed to descend over, the desperate girl began to push and pull with her legs and arms in a slithering crawl. She was thankful that she had at least remembered to pull her bra back down. Having her hard nipples scraping against this stone would’ve been excruciating, on top of the given circumstances. At last, she reached the ledge. Like an idiot, the first thing she did was to peek over its edge and view the distance to the ground. At first, she clung to the ledge, paralyzed with fear at what she saw. However, the continued brutality between her hips began to push her inch by inch forwards, reminding the girl exactly what was at stake if she didn’t get a hold of herself. She swung one long leg down to search for a foothold.

“Okay! Ah! AH! Hey, stop, fucker! Argh! I’m climbing! The transact-Augh! The transaction, remember? I’m c-climbing, AH! Ow! -you can’t touch me!”

Although it could feel the anger and disbelief flooding her mind, she wisely used her energy to move forward. True to its word - or as much as it had given, anyway - none of its other tentacles moved to impede her progress or bind her body. She was free to scramble towards the ledge as fast as her ravaging would allow her tired, horny body to move. Eye stalks watched with unapologetic cruelty as the girl began to crawl. They didn't share their vision with Risa, though. These were purely here for 263's enjoyment. And enjoy it did. The tentacles followed the girl, brutally fucking her already exhausted body even as she clambered for safety. It could hear the torment and pain in her cries as its tentacles rubbed her raw, aching holes, but it never slowed.

After a short but enjoyable trek, the girl reached the edge. Her mind froze as she peered down over the edge, but 263 wasn't about to let a little vertigo get her out of her situation. Even as her body locked up, the tentacles continued to thrust into it, pounding her mind back to reality and forcing her to choose between escape or further rape, and possibly even being fucked right over the edge. She chose escape. Even after their extended time together, 263 was slightly reluctant to let the girl's holes go, even for now. But, the show must go on. As she swung her legs into position, the tentacles finally withdrew. Technically, the girl was incorrect. Her transaction had only ensured her a torment-free ascent, not a descent as well. But, the descent was not an obstacle, either. She was free to make her way down as best she was able.

How able she was, though, was an uncertainty. And 263 wasn't going to let the girl fall to her death or session-ending injury. Another swarm of tentacles massed below. They pointed up at her, as if watching her, while several eyes gazed from the scene. As Risa clung to the wall, the eternally raped form of the senior girl returned to her mind to explain their presence. "These tentacles offer you a deal. Complete a transaction with them, and they will carry you down to the bottom once it is complete. If you fall, they will catch you, and in exchange for saving you, they will decide the transaction for you. Reach the bottom on your own, and they will disappear." The girl vanished, leaving Risa to her own choice.

Risa released a cooing sigh of relief as the thick tentacles pulled out and left her battered body in peace. The girl bit her lip and fought the urge to let herself rest even for a moment. The only reason she was free of sexual harassment at that moment was because she was supposed to be working. Instead, she focused on getting her other long, bare leg swung down and into position, before carefully lowering her upper body down to take hold of the very first slat.

Although Risa misunderstood the reason for the tentacles withdrawing, she ultimately didn’t care why they did it. All that mattered was that her sore, throbbing body could get a little time to put itself back into shape. Well, that is if she could manage that while descending down the sheer face of the cliff in order to return to the relative safety of the flat ground below. The girl shivered with cold and fright in equal measure, but she didn’t slow even for a moment.

However, the girl did pause momentarily when her mind filled with the vision of the naked and assaulted senior girl from long ago. The warm glow of the other girl’s skin made Risa wish she could touch her, or just be touched in turn. She yearned for soft, human contact. The freshman shook herself of the feeling as best she could, but it was hard. Primarily, she knew this urge stemmed from her recent fucking. Although it was never reciprocated, the girl did tend to feel really cuddly after getting her brains fucked out. Normally, such a sensation would make for a great time after sex, but as a sequel to a monstrous rape, it only served to further frustrate and confuse the teen.

Anyways, the senior girl explained that a team of tentacles waiting at the bottom of the descent would accept a standard transaction fee for a free trip to the bottom. Even if she chose not to take them up on their offer, they would serve as her safety net; however, if she did fall, then they’d get to choose the payment fee for catching her. The only truly free route was to descend all the way to the bottom under her own power. However, once the senior girl illusion disappeared from her mind, Risa found the choice to be one of the simplest to make thus far. Although she was frightened to death of heights, the process of going down actually seemed like it would be far easier than going up. Not to mention the regular spacing of the slats meant that Risa could find her footing and lower herself each step without having to look down. The choice was clear: she’d descend under her own power and reach the bottom safely without having to loose any more clothing.

Risa started right away. She tested her theory to great success. Her hands and feet could easily find their way down on their own without her eyes needed to help guide them. Instead, Risa kept her eyes glued straight in front of her, or tilted slightly up so that she was never tempted to peak down. Looking down was the only way that she could really hinder herself. Even if she looked straight up to see how far she’d gone, it didn’t really bother her any. It just helped to show her how much closer to the ground she was getting. Overall, her descent was actually quite a good deal faster than her ascent had been. After a time, her body worked into a steady rhythm of working its way down through the regular slats towards the bottom. Her only hiccup came when she used a hand to wipe her face, and coated her palm in semi-dried tentacle cum and sweat. She ended up having to pause for a few seconds to wipe her hand clean on the edge of a slat before she could continue. After then, the cum-slick palm slipped only a couple of times, but she managed to recover herself before she lost her grip on the wall entirely.

When Risa’s bare foot touched the soft, wet grass, she let out an exultant laugh of relief. She clambered down the last bit and turned to face the nearby tentacles, waiting for them to leave. By this time, the girl’s body was once again coated in sweat, and she took some time to wipe her chest and face clean with her hands while she waited for the path ahead of her to clear. Her young, ripe breasts filled her bra near-to-bursting as she huffed and puffed for breath after her speedy descent. She knelt down for just a second to wipe her dirty hands clean on the cool, wet grass. Once her hands were coated in watery wetness, instead of sticky fluid, the girl started walking again, using her hands to rub cool water over her face, neck, shoulders, upper chest and back.

While she followed the path ahead of her, she also loosened her hair from its messed ponytail. The hairdo had become ruined in her last tumble with the monster, and it felt nicer now to feel the caress of her natural mane against her bare back. She flipped some of it over her shoulder, and combed it smooth with her fingers while she walked. Feeling a bit heady from recently conquering her fear of heights, Risa hummed sweetly to herself in a soft voice, a melody that soothed and rejuvenated her aching, burning muscles. She was tired, and she couldn’t stop to take a break, but at least it was easier to press on when she comforted herself this way.

The tentacles watched Risa descend steadily, half-expecting (and more than half-hoping) for her to fall. 263 figured it had spent enough time ravaging the girl for now. But at the very least, if she slipped and plummeted to her doom, it would get another piece of clothing out of the deal. Honestly, it was mildly surprised that the girl had even declined it's offer to ferry her. Her fear of heights had been so great when she'd started. But now, she seemed to have conquered that, at least somewhat. She may well have been growing stronger from this ordeal, or at least cleverer. Either way, it seemed that her fear of heights were nothing compared to her fear of the monster. And it did derive a measure of satisfaction from that.

Before long, though, the girl reached the bottom safely. The tentacles stood in place for a moment as she turned to look at them. Then, slowly, they withdrew, clearing the path ahead. Rules were rules, after all. Unfortunately for her, even the rules were stacked against her. The monster allowed Risa to forge ahead unabated, through twists and turns enough to disorient the young girl. In some spots, eyeballs peeked visibly through holes in the bushes, watching her as she forged ahead. They were quick to retract, though, if she tried to strike out at them. They ogled her young, sleek body, reminding her that she was always under watch, always under control. If 263 desired, it could reach out and take her pussy again at any time. But no tentacles appeared, and the girl was free to continue, until at last she came to another patch of tentacles sticking out of the ground. An obstacle stood in her way, and she would either have to offer it a transaction, or turn around.

Risa couldn’t help but to huff in annoyance when she saw the first eye peeping at her through the brush that formed the amazingly complex path that winded about in front of her. She had already picked up on the fact that he was watching her from the shadows, and it only made her nervous whenever she saw any bit of his tentacles out in the open. Each one was not just a potential threat to her battered, young body, but also a painful reminder of just how helpless she was trapped in this diabolical maze with this monster at the controls. It would have been a straight lie to say that she didn’t feel the urge to lash out at the peepers, which did nothing but simply observe her as she walked past. Ultimately, she feared the overruling power that the creature demonstrated over her situation. Without her panties, the monster had asserted a rule into place that he could take her at any point in time, and without any way of her being able to escape. For the sake of her own physical endurance, she knew she had to try and limit any potential provocation that might entice the monster to strike.

However, as the sweaty, yet still hauntingly beautiful teenager continued to wander the nonlinear pathways of the maze’s route, Risa continued to pass more and more obviously-staring eyestalks. Without the alien mind-link, the girl couldn’t peek in at what exactly the monster was looking at when she walked by. Occasionally she’d glance behind her, to make sure she wasn’t being followed, but the eyestalks simply stayed put. They did obviously turn when she walked past, so they were animated and certainly interested in her, but for what purpose? Then the obvious answer hit her, and she blushed with shy embarrassment of all things. It didn’t take a perverted mind to understand that there was a certain sensuality in the way a woman walked. There was something about all those wonderful, natural curves put into rhythmic motion that drew the eye into a hypnotic study of something as ordinary as a female’s stride. In this case, it certainly wasn’t going to help the issue that she was sweaty and naked save for a soiled, black bra and a tiny, sex-stained skirt swishing about with every swing of her hips.

Still the monster’s eyes watched her as she walked past, and Risa began to become dreadfully self-conscious about the way she moved her body while she walked. How could she make herself less appealing when all she was doing was walking along a grassy path? She tried slowing down, and then speeding up. She tried changing the length of her stride, but she couldn’t really think of any way that she could make herself “walk ugly.”

Then, she turned a corner a there he was. Tentacles swayed lazily in the air, like strands of seaweed caught in the flow of a gentle tidal movement. Risa sighed in distress; she knew what this could only mean. This was another obstacle. A pointless blockade who’s sole purpose was to strip her of her clothing, and hasten the inevitable outcome of a playground scenario where the creature could arbitrarily design any encounter he desired without any means of escape, except for her to “willingly” hand her body over to his coils. Still, as obvious as the tactic was, it was otherwise impossible to beat outside of the monster’s “rules.” She would have to play along, if only to stall more time for her body to recover. Risa had yet to hand herself over to one of these obstacles. She had no idea what she might be signing herself up for if she did. With her pussy still sore, and her bum still heavily-loaded with tentacle jizz, Risa didn’t really feel that she was physically capable of tackling such a thing right then and there.

That produced a new problem. She only had two articles of clothing left, and both were dear to her for different reasons. If she wanted to get past this pointless snare without further shame, she was going to have to give one of them up. Risa knew that she couldn’t afford to take much time to mull the decision over in her mind. If she stalled for too long, then the tentacles would simply make a choice for her. After a few moments, she huffed with exasperation, and started to walk slowly towards the waiting tentacles. Her arms swept behind her, and unclasped her precious bra.

“Will I be able to ever get this back? Can I collect my things at the end of all this?” Risa asked in a soft, almost pleading tone. She slipped the undergarment over her slender, pale shoulders and down her thin arms. With automatic innocence, she used one arm to cover her bare, ample bosom, while the other offered her tribute to the obstacle’s waving tendrils.

As 263 watched the girl walk down the path, its feelings of lust and desire partially gave way to amusement. It could only be amusing, the way she staggered and stumbled, changing her pace and her gait. Her intentions were obvious: she was trying to make herself less appealing to the eyes that stalked her every step, every sway of her hips and swing of her arms and bounce of her hair. She hoped to dull the monster's lust, perhaps even invite its repulsion. Such trickery was foolishness. 263 had no concepts of attractiveness or grace the way humans did. Risa's appeal to the monster was, first and last, that she was a girl, and she could be fucked, thoroughly and creatively. Any stiff, awkward, or aggressive movement she tried to make did nothing to change that fact, and by now there was no way it was going to forget.

The girl finally reached the obstacle, and paused to think. Trepidation and panic seized her mind, but she made no effort to argue or negotiate her way out of the situation for free. She seemed to have realized how fruitless railing against the situation was. Instead, she soon surrendered to the notion of discarding an article of her clothing. After a moment of deliberation, she stepped forward, and gracefully removed her bra. Her pert breasts bounced lightly as they were freed from their confines, before they were hidden from sight by her arms. As she offered her sacrifice, she asked if she would ever be allowed to retrieve it.

"That's. Not. For. Me. To. Decide," 263 answered her as a tentacle took her bra from her. It hinted at something darker behind all this, but confirmed nothing. It couldn't help but indulge an amusing thought, though. "If. You. Did. Not. Want. To. Lose. It. You. Should. Not. Have. Warn. It," it pointed out. "Had. I. Chosen. To. Take. You. Outside. This. Place. I. Might. Not. Have. Left. It. Intact." Without further conversation, the tentacles withdrew, leaving the girl alone.

The path ahead continued much the same as the rest. After only a few more turns, though, Risa would come to her destination: right where she started. The path opened up into the circular hub, with the fountain still bubbling cheerfully in the center. Eight identical paths lay around her. The moon - artificial as it probably was - had not moved from it's place directly overhead. Her ordeal had only brought her back to the center, and only one thing had changed: her shoes and socks were nowhere to be seen.

Risa noted with annoyance that the monster replied to her questions without actually answering any of them. How convenient for him. She crossed her arms over her chest, and tried not to make it too obvious how pissed she was when the tentacles withdrew. The last thing she needed was to get raped right after giving up her favorite support. She dismissed the monster just as soon as he was gone. In her mind, she pretty much accepted the likely chance that the creature was just going to end up tossing all her clothes in a trash bin. From what she got of his opinion, he’d just as well prefer she didn’t wear any clothes at all.

Well, he had just about got his wish. Risa felt pathetic, and woefully exposed, wearing nothing but her stained and wrinkled uniform skirt. It felt really awkward walking around without her bra on too. Still young and getting used to her fairly new, womanly curves, she found that she hated the way her breasts jiggled without proper support. For a girl who idolized dancers and swimmers, jiggly bits didn’t really fit into her personal ideal body descriptors. Secretly, she envied those lanky, willowy girls who moved with such natural grace and poise. Although she didn’t deserve it, she sometimes felt like her bust made her look and feel fat.

With her cheeks blushed with this secret shame, Risa continued to march through the narrow corridors. As she turned through the heinous number of twists and corners in this impossible maze, she kept her arms wrapped about her chest in a protective cocoon. Although it was awkward to walk with her arms locked in place, she felt better this way than just letting her chest bounce around on its own.

The sound of cascading water actually tipped Risa off to her destination before she even arrived. With the surrounding quiet, it was easy enough to tell that she was getting closer to the sound of the rushing water as it grew louder with every step. Her heart sank at what this evidence likely meant for her, but it did help to lessen the shock when she finally turned a corner and walked right back out into the circular, central hub. Worse, she quickly noted that her socks and shoes had been stolen in her absence. Great, now not only had she wasted all that time struggling through one big loop, but now she was lost in this maze on top of everything else.

Frustrated, angry and sore in the most embarrassing places, Risa felt hot tears burn her eyes. She tucked her head down, shielding her face from view with her long, strawberry-blonde hair. She sniffed, trying to hold back her bitter desire to just sink to her knees and have herself a good, long cry. The girl effectively found that she could replace her sadness with rage. She stamped her foot against the wet grass, and then turned and kicked viciously at a nearby hedge.

With a face that glowed red with her anger, she whirled and stomped off purposefully towards the fountain. She’d lost a lot of fluids when the monster had caught her and forced her through that orgasm marathon. With a sigh, Risa shed her anger like an old, itchy skin as she slid her butt onto the edge of the fountain for a quick sit. Fuck, it felt good to just rest for a moment. With one arm propped against the fountain’s edge, the girl leaned over and used her other hand to spoon small cups of water up to her lips. She drank slowly until she’d had her fill, and then took a moment to quickly wash her sweaty skin clean. The teenager sighed with exultant pleasure as her body cooled and relaxed beneath the feel of the water against her naked flesh. She shivered in the cold air, and had to ignore how hard her nipples became in this atmosphere. She combed her hair clean with her fingers, but took extra care to make sure she didn’t get her mane too wet. It would take forever to dry in this cold air if she got it too damp, but it felt spectacular to at least make her hair feel less dirty.

Even with her arms crossed protectively in front of her ample bosom, the girl made quite an erotic site as she continued on topless. Her breasts bounced and jiggled lightly in the cradle of her arm, almost threatening to pop free, and reminding 263 what her supple orbs looked like grasped in tentacle coils or swinging freely as she was ravenously fucked. The hot flush that lingered on her cheeks added a nice effect to the scene, ensuring that the girl was a constant source of erotic visuals for the watchful eyes. Its cum still stained her chest from the last time it had carpeted her. Oh how easy it would be to reach out and make those breasts swing and bounce again, but 263 refrained. There were many more interesting trials in store for the girl than another quick and dirty rape attack. Better to let her get to them. It made a mental note to fuck her again before she could lose her skirt, though. It did rather enjoy penetrating her panty-less nethers while her last remaining piece of clothing did nothing to protect her.

At last, the girl reached the central fountain, and paused. Her emotions nearly overwhelmed her as she realized the hopelessness of her predicament. However, she fought back an outburst - or at least limited it to kicking at a nearby bush - and made her way over to the fountain to rejuvenate herself. 263 watched from the bushes as the girl walked over to the fountain and took a long drink from the cool water. Then she began to wash her body in the cascading water, sending jets of clear liquid flowing over her curvy body. The sight was strangely erotic to 263, considering there was nothing inherently sexual about it. Her breasts were exposed, and her nipples visibly hardened in the cold air. The girl's hands rubbed over her body, following the course of the water as she began to clean the drying tentacle ooze from her skin. 263 chuckled to herself at the futility of it. There'd be plenty more to replace what was washed away soon, and this meager ritual did nothing about what was inside her.

263 held its ground, though. According to its own rules, this courtyard was her sanctuary, to an extent. She was free from attacks here, although she'd never been told as much. Really, that only extend as far as her willingness not to abuse the system. 263's leniency was greater than in the rest of the maze, but if she stayed too long, it would still take her, if only to convince her to keep moving. Or perhaps it would find a more interesting approach to punishing her abuse of the game. Still, for the moment, she was safe until she decided to proceed again.

While Risa hadn’t forgotten about the rules, and she didn’t know that the central hub was a sanctuary, the girl was so exhausted that she had to take just a little time to revive herself a little. Well, that little bit of rest and recovery certainly went a long ways for her. Just being able to sit for a couple of minutes, catch a quick sip of water, and clean her soiled skin was incredibly rejuvenating for the teenager. With just one quick pit stop, she actually felt ready to get back to it and fight her way through the maze. Her endurance and determination levels were reset, and Risa felt pumped!

As she prepared to leave the quiet sanctity of the fountain, the girl leaned her head back and shook her hair out. The brightly-colored strands swished back and forth through the dark, cold air, releasing sparkling droplets of waters like tiny stars. She stroked her fingers down through her long mane until she had smoothed out the silky fibers. Then she got up, and looked down at herself. Her mostly-naked body glistened beautifully in the artificial moonlight, wearing a sheer dress of glinting moisture. She looked and felt sexy, and for some reason that made her feel empowered. Often, it felt like the monster that stalked her was only interested in making her dirty, both inside and out. He had this way of making her feel filthy. Rinsing herself off almost felt like she was reclaiming a piece of herself. It was strangely empowering.

Finished with her rest stop, Risa turned and picked a path at random. There was no way for her to know what paths she had already tried, and which ones she had yet to walk down. She was simply going to have to use a roulette system until she lucked out on finding the exit. As far as she could tell, there just wasn’t any other way for her to solve the maze through logical deduction. That, and it was pretty obvious that the monster didn’t want her to take that sort of method to his little game. Unfortunately, there was no balance of power here in the maze. He held all the cards, and she could only scramble through the corridors like a mouse searching for her cheese. As she started to walk down the path that she’d chosen, the girl could feel the heavy burden of alien fluids slosh deep inside of her body. It was a solemn reminder that while her rinse had helped her feel a lot better, she was far from clean. In fact, she suspected that she was about to get a whole lot dirtier before all this was through.

263 watched from the shadows as the girl departed from her central hub, down the path she had chosen. She seemed thoroughly recharged after her quick shower, with more pep in her step and a twinkle of determination in her eye. In truth, 263 was somewhat glad to see this. In part, that was because if the girl didn't manage to actually reach the exit, those in charge of the project might pull the plug, and this would end with her. No more victims to play with in this delightful little labyrinth of sexual torture. But the bigger reason that it was happy to see her hope restored was because it was just so much fun to crush it out of her. It had developed this habit at some point - a love of not only fucking women, but taking them completely. Of binding them and raping them until they emotionally broke down. It had accomplished this once already tonight with Risa, but she'd just gone and given it a chance to do it all over again.

"Why wait?" it decided as the girl walked along, breasts bare and inviting. In discarding her bra, the girl had made a critical miscalculation. Though she didn't realize it yet, she had failed to pick up on a pattern in 263's rules. And now, it was going to cost her. 263 waited, letting her progress through the path for quite a few minutes before it struck. Tentacles suddenly lurched at her from her left, leaping out of the bushes.

Risa’s skin continued to shimmer and glow in the soft, pale moonlight that bathed the entire maze in a sort of gothic fantasy ambiance. Walking barefoot and near-naked through the leafy corridors, the teenager looked like a nymph out of ancient Greek mythology. The noise of the fountain had faded into a distant hiss, leaving the girl without any sound but for the wet padding of her own footsteps. To help break up the silence, pass the time and comfort herself all at once, Risa sang to herself in a low, soft voice. She’d never been much of a singer, but she did like to sing. It was a habit she’d picked up from her mother, who usually sang to herself when she was doing chores around the house. The girl smiled to herself, remembering sunny afternoons during summer break, laying on her bed at home and chatting away entire afternoons with her friends on the phone. They’d giggle conspiratorially to each other when they heard her mother in the background.

Risa felt a stab of homesickness hit her like a nail in the chest. The teen had to stop singing for a moment, and walk along in silence while she collected herself. God, she missed her family. She missed home. She missed that feeling of warmth and security, as if all the bad things that happened in the world couldn’t reach her there. For the first time, Risa wondered if she would ever actually make it back home. If there was some greater power that manipulated this monster and various students, including herself, then what was to stop them from making her disappear permanently? After all, if they had the power and influence to get away with... whatever you could call all of this, then certainly they were capable of even darker deeds. Perhaps it was something that she could investigate, but first she was going to have to find her way out of this mess.

She had to push such dark thoughts out of her mind, for now. The young woman started singing to herself again. Her swaying hips caused the skirt about her waist to swish back and forth, teasing any onlooker to try and catch a glimpse of what was hidden beneath that fabric. Risa had stopped covering her breasts, feeling just more comfortable walking with her arms swinging at her sides than stuck in place keeping her girls pinned down. The smooth, creamy mounds bounced and jiggled tantalizingly with every step, and her rosy, pink nipples remained hard and invitingly erect in the cool, underground air.

The girl had been walking for some time, and she started to feel anxious every time she came upon another corner or turn in the passage. Each time she came upon a clear path, she let out a tiny sigh of relief, only to repeat the cycle at the next bend in the maze. Her next trial ended up coming from an unforeseen place. Suddenly, tentacles burst from the hedge to her side, and Risa screamed in terror at the surprise assault. With reflexive swiftness, she jumped back and away from the approaching tentacles. She then ducked, trying to avoid their grasp, and darted forwards in an attempt to escape their reach.

263 watched the girl's walk with eager arousal. Her softly spinning skirt hinted at her round cheeks, but hid the pretty little treasure between her legs. Her full, breasts, however, were on full display - soft, bouncing weight swaying freely and pink nipples poking outwards. It were her breasts, mainly that prompted its attack. Yet, its initial strike missed, sailing just over the girl's head as she ducked out of the way. Interesting. The girl was quicker than she used to be. With her nerves on end, her reactions were swift, and she'd managed to avoid being instantly taken. Well then, she'd earned herself a little chase.

As she ran forward, more tentacles sprouted from the walls in front of her. The first wave came from her right, darting towards her head and upper body. A second volley sprung from the left, a second later, aiming lower to tackle her hips or her legs. The tentacles that had already emerged continued to rush after her, effectively surrounding her with a grappling swarm of doom. Should any of them catch her, her fate was clear.

Risa felt no sense of achievement at having dodge the initial ambush of tentacles. Panic overrode all of her thoughts and senses, directing her instinctual behavior as she dodged and fled her attackers with feline grace. It was these same instincts that came into play again as another wave of tentacles surged suddenly towards the girl from her right. Ducking low again, the girl juked to the left to avoid the attack entirely while using her forward momentum to try and skirt past these new tentacles. However, a secondary attack followed up from the opposite side, and these tentacles swung low.

The girl didn’t think, she just reacted. Risa didn’t know what empowered her to move the way that she did, but she wasn’t about to distract herself with trying to figure it out right then. As the new set of tentacles aimed at her lower half, the teen sprung like a rabbit. She sailed over her latest attackers, her glorious figure seemed just out of reach. However, before she could fully clear the serpentine ambushers, one of them snaked up and caught the girl by the ankle. While she was still in mid-air, another tentacle from the second group snatched one of Risa’s slender wrists.

With these holds, they brought Risa’s forward momentum to a sudden stop, and gravity took over to send her straight down into the grass. The moment she hit the ground, Risa was squirming and pulling at her restraints, desperate to wiggle free and break away before she was swarmed by the rest of the tentacles. She knew this attack could only mean one thing: he planned to rape her again. The girl whined softly as she fought against the inevitable fate in store for her, thrashing blindly like a fish on a line. Deep inside herself, Risa knew her struggle was pointless, but her panic still held too strong a grip over mind that she could convince her instincts to calm down.

The girl proved quicker than the had ever appeared to be. She successfully dodged the second salvo of tentacles, and was back on balance and moving forward in time to react to the third. Unfortunately for her, this time she dodged the predictable way - up. She leaped over the low-snaking tendrils, leaving her entirely under the effects of momentum without any way to change direction. The tendrils, on the other hand, could change direction easily, and they bent straight towards her. Before she even reached the zenith of her jump, one tentacle easily intercepted her, and coiled around her ankle. Another wrapped around her wrist, halting her movement. Despite being grabbed out of midair, the girl's grace allowed her to land on her feet, and immediately begin to pull at her bindings.

263 watched the girl struggle for a few moments, as the other tentacles approached her far more slowly than they needed to. She was fun to watch as she screamed and wrenched against the immovable tentacles. Her breasts swung wildly from her body's exertion, and her legs spread, giving a better view of the valley between her hips. Her hair flailed like a wild animal, and her eyes were wide with terror. That panic, those fearful screams and grunts of effort, her desperate efforts to break free - they were all so endearing. As it watched her, 263 realized that, at that very moment, it would rather see her cling to this flickering hope, knowing that it would snuff it out in moments.

The binding around her wrist released first. Suddenly free, her upper body fell backwards, leaving her to trip on the ground. 263 released her wrist as she fell, leaving her free once more. The tentacles continued to encroach on her, but not fast enough to catch her before she could return to her feet. It began laughing cruelly in her mind, taunting her with her impending rape. But she could run. A few bends ahead, there was a fork in the path. Two paths diverged - one left and one right.

Risa wasted no time in recovering from her trip. As soon as she’d impacted the ground, her body was already turning over onto its haunches. Without even looking back, she bolted away like a bat out of hell. Her instincts were still in full control, and those deep, primal commands screamed at every muscle in her body to run. That had been too close, way too close! Somehow she’d managed to pull free from those tentacles, and just in time. Now she had to make good on that opportunity, and put as much distance as she could between herself and her monstrous stalker.

Even in a panicked sprint, the girl was a thing of beauty. Her long, pale limbs pumped with fluid grace. Risa’s long, strawberry-blonde hair bounced and flowed behind her like a bright veil, taunting her pursuers. The girl’s breasts bounced about wildly, completely at the mercy of the effects of her body in motion. Even as she ran with adrenaline-fueled urgency, the teen could feel the heavy, uncomfortable burden of the alien cum weighing down her lower body, as if conspiring with the monster that had placed it there.

Cruel laughter echoed inside of Risa’s skull, causing her to run even harder. Tears of terror and desperation were ripped away from the edges of her watery eyes, falling down to the path behind her like abandoned children. She darted and weaved through the bends of the maze’s corridor like a bolt of energy. When she came upon a fork in the path, the girl took no time to slow or hesitate in her decision. Her body simply jerked left and she flew down the path without even looking to see where either option might have led. There was no time to stop, no time to think! Her body worked entirely off the instinctive desire to flee; there was nothing more.