263 watched the girl from the bushes as its tentacles chased after her at a steady but restrained pace. The monster couldn't help but wonder at how the girl's instincts worked. She must have been familiar with her situation by now. She knew the tentacles could come at her from anywhere, and that she didn't really have anywhere to escape to, anyway. She was fucked the minute it had decided to fuck her. And yet, she desperately expended energy and oxygen, just because it seemed at very first glance like her pursuers were something she could outrun. The most impossible of hopes glimmered faintly in front of her, and she reached for it with everything she had. How very foolish.

Still, 263 couldn't complain. It had wanted a show out of the girl fleeing, and it was getting it. The girl's body was certainly graceful, and infinitely appealing. Her mostly-naked form splayed in front of its eyes unapologetically as she put all her focus into escape. Her hair flowed in her wake, billowing away from her perfect form. Her body glowed with heat and sweat. And the fear that grew in her eyes was ever so divine. The panic was evident everywhere in her expression. It could practically hear her silent pleas for her chastity.

Yet, despite the allure of seeing the girl flee its grasp, 263 quickly grew bored of the visual spectacle. It was time to move on to what it had originally intended. Still, there was no reason to make the culmination of this little chase anticlimactic. Why not give her that last bit of hope to snuff out? Gradually, the tentacles behind the girl slowed, and then fell back, as if they could no longer chase. The laughter in her head disappeared into silence. Soon, there was no sign of movement anywhere around Risa, and the only sound was the rushing of wind in her ears as she ran down the path.

Risa didn’t stop, nor did she slow. She just kept right on running with everything she had. Although she never dared to look behind her, the girl did note the laughter fading to silence. That actually only fueled her forwards even more, causing her to believe that she was actually putting distance between herself and her pursuer. If she had her way, she’d have ran all the way to the path’s ending.

Unfortunately, Risa didn’t run normally for sport, or even to just work out. Dancing and swimming were about as exerting as physical workouts got for her. She didn’t really exercise all that much, just a quick daily routine that kept her in shape, and limber for her dancing. To be brutally honest about it, the thought of recreational running or jogging just sounded so... boring. She’d rather spend her free time trying out a new recipe, painting her nails or even just taking a cat-nap. Of course, all that experience wasn’t helping her at all now that she actually needed to do a fair bit of running. The girl eventually found herself running out of gas quick once the adrenaline had slowly leaked out of her bloodstream. Terror, however, kept her going far beyond when she knew she should stop and take a break. Instead, the very thought that the tentacles were catching up to her forced her on beyond what her body was capable of actually performing.

Eventually, the girl tripped herself up and collapsed face-down into the wet grass. She gasped desperately for breath, her eyes were squeezed shut against the sensation that the entire world was spinning way too fast around her. Her muscles had been pushed so hard that her legs trembled from over-exertion. Sweat kept her body looking glossy in the moonlight. Slowly, she pushed herself up onto all fours. She pushed her chest out, and threw her head back, unable to get enough air down to her burning lungs as every part of her ached. Her head dipped back down, and she pulled some of her hair back behind her ear as she turned to look over her shoulder at the path behind her. Miraculously, it was clear.

Risa broke down into tears of relief. She couldn’t believe how close she’d come to being raped again. Even now, she could feel the ghostly sensations of the awful, too-soft texture of the tentacles snaking across her skin. She shivered with disgust, determined to do whatever was necessary to ensure she escaped that wretched monster’s clutches. Although her body still wasn’t ready, she forced herself to her feet and shakily started walking forwards. She swallowed down her sobs, and composed herself quickly. The teen knew that she needed to focus now, and drive herself to continue to make good on the lead she had. Her body flatly refused to be pushed to a run, but she was able to coax her muscles to get herself up to a slow jog. She could do this if she just believed in herself. She told herself that she could get away; she could win!

Risa had barely started to jog again when another sound echoed through the maze around her. It was a laugh, but not like that of the monster that had been ringing in her head as she ran from its grasp. This one was high and light, like another girl's. A human girl. Just as importantly, it really did ring through the maze. It didn't seem to come from inside her head, but from somewhere around her. The sound was impossible to localize - it seemed to come from nowhere, and yet it was everywhere. Out of the corner of her eye, Risa could see flashes of something. Not tentacles, but it was impossible to tell what. It was always around a corner or just out of sight, and as soon as she turned to see it, it was gone. From what Risa could glimpse of it, it looked dark brown in color, and roughly her size. The more sightings she almost caught, the more and more it began to look human.

“Huh!?” Risa had to stop jogging and listen for the sound that she heard then. It was unlike anything she’d experienced while being trapped in this underground realm of nightmares. Such a sweet, innocent sound: the sound of girlish laughter. A tear ran rogue out of one of Risa’s pretty, blue-grey eyes and she listened for the direction of the sound. Could someone else be down here!? That wasn’t possible... it was a trick! It had to be!

The sound was close! Just further ahead of her along the path! When Risa caught just a glimpse of someone else, she lost any sense of caution and rushed after them.

“wait... Wait!” she huffed, still exhausted from her earlier flight, but suddenly energized to the point that she fully bolted after the other figure, “Please wait! Please!”

Risa’s heart beat like a thundering drum. She couldn’t fathom why someone would be laughing down here. Perhaps they’d become lost down here, but were unaware of the dangers of the lurking monster. This vast, midnight wonderland would certainly seem strangely enchanting if not for the horrific denizen within its darkest shadows. Risa felt compelled even further to catch up to this other girl. Not only was she desperate for the comforts of human companionship, but she felt that it was her duty to help protect this other girl as well. Such noise, like that laughter, would only draw the attention of her stalker.

As Risa ran, the laughter grew louder, seeming as if she was actually catching up. But then it was behind her, and nothing had passed her. It started to echo and move then. First it was left, then it was right, then behind her. Always impossible to localize, but she could almost see a figure in the dark as she turned. The figure wasn't leading her. If anything, from the glimpses she caught, it seemed like it was facing her. The laughter grew louder and louder, bouncing off the walls all around her. Mirth and glee crescendoed to a nearly maddening volume.

It was when the laughter seemed like it could grow no louder that the tentacles struck. They burst from the wall behind Risa, speeding towards her several times faster than before. There was no time to properly react or dodge before they barreled into her, knocking her down. Guided by the eyes watching from the bushes, the tentacles wrapped around her waist and limbs quickly, securing her. Slowly, the tentacles began to lift her from the ground, face down, her perfect breasts dangling towards Earth, and her hair cascading around her head.

As the tentacles lifted her, she could see the feet of someone standing in front of her. Their toes were small and dainty, and of dark, tanned skin. Slowly, the tentacles raised her upper body, allowing her to look up, and see the raven-haired senior girl that had thrown her into this hell, standing in front of her. The girl stood tall, completely naked before her. Her full breasts stood proudly of their own firmness, her nipples moderately hard in the cool air. Her flat and fit abdomen and thin waist led to her curving hips, split in the middle by her pink slit, topped by a sparse crown of trimmed black hair. Her shapely legs continued down, smooth and firm. The student stared at Risa with a cruel smirk, her eyes hard and condescending behind her glasses. She was erotic as she'd always been, but this was no vision. And there were no tentacles ravaging her mercilessly. Her body was untouched, which only served to restore the feeling uneven power Risa had experienced when they'd first met.

The tentacles pulled Risa back towards the hedge wall, until her butt and the back of her legs pressed into the thick brush. Her arms were similarly held back, although her upper body was left to lean away from the wall. Her body was like a statue mounted on a wall, leaning out towards all who might pass. But the only ones here were her, the senior girl, and the tentacles. More tendrils emerged from the bush, then, snaking up her stomach and over her shoulders. The senior girl chuckled as she watched the tentacles slowly encroach on Risa's upper body. She began to move forward, her steps light, her hips swaying side to side as she walked. Her breasts bounced lightly with each step.

"You made a poor decision, you know," she chided. Her voice was high and sharp, a mix of girlishly cute and commanding like Risa remembered. "Giving up your bra like that? Without it, the tentacles can fuck your tits any time they want." She smiled wider as she maintained her role of instructor in this pit of rape and blissful torment. "You made a pretty good run for it, though." She came to a stop, smiling wider. There was something undeniably malicious about that grin. "But now that they've caught you... they're really gonna fuck that valley of yours."

Immediately, two of the tentacles crawling across her body surged forward. They wrapped around her breasts quickly, coiling around them many times, nearly encasing them completely. Soft-yet-firm flesh rubbed against her mounds, and they quickly began to squeeze, groping her chest with their powerful muscles. As they did, another of the tentacles crawling across her stomach began to make its way upwards.

Risa twirled about, panting and sweaty, in order to follow the sound of the jumping laughter. It didn’t take long for the young beauty to realize that something was amiss. There was clearly some unnatural force at work. The girl’s bare skin crawled as the laughter seemed to come from all around her, yet still she couldn’t catch more than a fleeting glimpse of a figure standing facing her in the shadows. All the while, the sound of the other girl’s laughing raised to a terrible pitch. Now convinced that no good could possibly come of any of this nonsense, Risa turned to bolt away from this strange encounter.

Too late! Suddenly, tentacles exploded from the foliage behind the half-naked teen, and audibly snapped about her body with their tight, ensnaring coils. Risa screamed in fury and despair as she struggled feebly against her fate. Her lovely body twisted and writhed in a display that was not unpleasant to behold, despite the clearly desperate nature of her struggles. The girl gasped, and then yelped as the tentacles slowly began to lift her off the ground like she were little more than a doll for them to play with.

The living restraints had an immediate effect on Risa’s body, as well. Against her will, the young beauty could feel her body warming up in anticipation of what was to come. By now, her sensitive nerves were well-trained to know what the sensation of these familiar restraints heralded for her. Risa emitted a small whine as she felt her sex heat up, and her nipples become eagerly taut. It just killed her to think that she got excited just from getting all tied up and bound helplessly. This just wasn’t the way any proper lady acted; what was wrong with her!?

Just as the girl started to struggle again out of pure frustration, the sound of soft footfalls caused her to freeze up. So there had been someone here!? Even as her pretty, grey-blue eyes stared down at the dark, moist grass below, she saw two bare, human feet appear below her. Risa gasped, and dared to raise her eyes up to see who it was. Her eyes went wide; it was the senior girl from before, but she was now completely naked. The younger teen blushed furiously at the sight of the lovely, older girl. Even naked, the senior girl radiated that aura of power and calm control. Risa withered beneath those dark eyes, and yet she couldn’t take her gaze away from admiring her every curve and feature. She suddenly realized that she was staring at the other girl’s body in a fantastically awkward fashion, and she gasped as she forced her eyes back up to meet her student-superior.

The young freshman squeaked as she was pulled back against the hedge behind her. She tested her bindings again, but they remained as merciless as ever. The senior girl began to strut forwards to get closer to Risa, and the younger girl found her eyes magnetically drawn to the movements of her body. Wow, she was freaking gorgeous... Risa swallowed nervously, feeling like a mouse trapped between two different breeds of cats. The other girl’s voice actually caused her to jump slightly. Was this girl really down here? It had been disturbing enough when she was just a projection within her mind, but if she was actually down here... if she was really partnered with this thing... ugh, it was too horrible to even think about it!

Risa’s features turned from one of disbelief to one of terror as she felt the slithering caress of additional tentacles encroaching on the flat sculpt of her stomach, and the smooth, flawless shape of her shoulders. The very sensation of the touch of those powerful, serpentine lengths against her naked flesh was enough to get her heart racing passionately. The girl blushed with shame as she felt her pussy moisten with unwanted excitement. No, no, no! This wasn’t right! She wasn’t just some tentacle’s fuck-pet; she wasn’t! She was a young lady; she had dignity! These vile things couldn’t just turn her on like a sex toy whenever they wanted. She wasn’t that easy! She wasn’t a slut!

Blue-grey eyes sparkled with tears of frustration and self-loathing, as Risa arched her back in an attempt to push her breasts out of reach of the tentacles. Why was this other girl still talking like she did when she was inside of her head? Then the girl remembered an event that had happened the last time this thing had tormented her. She’d been trapped inside the pool’s supply shed, and he’d convinced Risa that she could actually hear her classmates being defiled out in the pool. He had even shown her images of it happening inside of her mind, but it had all been some dirty trick of the mind. Was this real? Was this really real? Any of it? This ridiculous, underground coliseum, the girl, even the tentacles themselves? How could she really know any of it was real? What if it was all just some elaborate illusion set inside of her mind!? Oh god, how would she even be able to tell?!

Just as Risa began to hyperventilate with hysteria, the tentacles jumped her ample bosom. She gasped loudly over and over as the hot, tentacle flesh claimed her soft, creamy mounds as their helpless prisoners. She gritted her teeth and whined as the strong, thick coils squeezed her sensitive mounds, spiking her passion despite her will to resist it. The tentacle crawling up her flat stomach released a whole flock of butterflies within her midriff. Risa looked down upon her besieged torso with despair. Unwilling to give up completely just yet, she sucked in her stomach and wiggled about as much as she could to try and throw off the snaking tentacle approaching the valley of her cleavage. The effort would be minimal, however, due to the tentacle securing her slender waist, but she tried her best all the same!

“Help...” she whispered pathetically, unable to even raise her face to look at the other girl for the shame that she felt at her own body’s reactions to this treatment, “If you’re really real, please help me!”

Risa really was like a doll to 263. Light, powerless, at the mercy of their every whim and desire. And like any good doll, she did exactly what it wanted. It could sense her body growing aroused immediately as it grabbed her, her tits hardening and her slit starting to drip with anticipation. It could hear the dissent in her mind, her consciousness begging her body to stop, even as it refused. Her panic was delicious. It was no less potent than when she'd been running. Perhaps it was even worse, now that her body was no longer in the service of her mind, but rather its own. Granted, she still struggled, and those twisting, thrusting, grunting movements were a delight to behold. But she was trapped, and her sex drive had accepted that.

As the tentacles began to move over her body, she started to gasp and moan under its touch. 263 loved that sound of her voice filling with pleasure and unwanted lust. She tried to bite it back, but as her breathing grew heavy, her voice grew in volume. She couldn't hide the pleasure from 263. It could hear it, feel it in her mind, sense it shivering through her ready, vulnerable body. Whatever it forced upon her, her body would take with glad thanks, and give back in equal measure. Even her pleas for mercy and escape would fade, consumed by her overwhelming sexual high.

Enraptured by the prospect, 263 took a moment to examine the girl's image. She was the picture of sexual desire. Her body hung helpless and exposed, fastened by her dainty limbs but freed enough for her body to move and shake with any force that thrust into it. Her full breasts hung from her chest, pert and alert and already hardening from her arousal. The flawless, creamy white skin of her bosom was slowly being encroached on by thick, mottled tentacles, intent on molesting her. The soiled skirt - the girl's last article of clothing - hid her most fuckable holes from sight, but without panties, 263 needed only to reach up and fill her if it so desired. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth slightly agape from her panting - the perfect look of a victim fearing her rape, but helpless to stop it. 263 didn't really know why it cared that she was afraid, but it certainly enjoyed the look of fear in her eyes.

The girl paused in front of Risa. She tilted her head to the side as her smile grew. "There's no help for you down here," she said firmly. As she spoke, the tentacles began to push her breasts together. The firm mounds pressed against each other, skin against warm skin, the very tentacles that bound them sandwiched between them. Undeterred by her feeble thrusting, the tentacle that had been approaching from below moved up, until its head touched the underside of her cleavage. It twisted its head against her titflesh gently, prodding eagerly.

"There's only your fate." The tentacle surged upward, pressing through her breasts. Her warm flesh surrounded the tentacle, enveloping it in her sensual treasures. It stopped just as the head popped out the top of her cleavage, and then drew back. Its head began to quickly thrust up and down between her breasts, sliding naturally across her smooth skin. The other tentacles continued to grope and squeeze her tits rhythmically, as even more spread across her upper body, creeping towards her chest and down her stomach.

Risa couldn’t help but sob openly when the senior girl denied her any aid. She couldn’t believe it. In the girl’s young, naive mind, there was no way an actual, real person would act in so despicable a manner. To her narrow view of humanity, nothing could drive a young woman to aid in the rape of another. This had to be a trick; this girl couldn’t be real. The young, freshman beauty refused what her senses otherwise confirmed to be real right before her. No, she wouldn’t accept that! As intimidating as she’d been in the room above, there was no way that girl could have known what she was really sentencing Risa to. I mean, c’mon, this was way excessive a punishment for something as minor as a dress code violation. No, this girl, wherever she really was, whoever she really was, was certainly not involved directly and knowingly in this vile orchestration; Risa was sure of it.

“Shut up... just shut up, you bitch!” Risa found her anger in response to the girl’s second statement. She didn’t know what would happen, and she didn’t really consider the possible consequences of what she would do next. In her sudden fit of rage, the younger teen perked her head up and spit at the older girl’s face. She didn’t think anything would actually come of it. After all, she was determined to believe that this girl was merely a phantom created by the monster whom she was once again victimized by.

Simultaneously, the tentacles below had started fucking Risa’s perfectly-shaped breasts. Young, firm and perky, the girl’s ripe, creamy mounds were pushed together to create a soft, yielding crevice to violate. While the stimulation from this action was quite minimal, save for the squeezing and rubbing of her sensitive globes, Risa was more aware of the embarrassment rendered from having her body used in such a fashion. The worst part was that she was fairly certain that she’d taught the monster how to do this. Back in the pool’s supply shed, she’d offered her breasts and hands as alternatives to the more traditional forms of rape, hoping that she’d be able to get away with something a little less... intrusive. All she had really accomplished was getting the bastard all warmed up for what had then turned into a marathon of forceful, perverted debauchery. Risa shuddered with repressed emotions at the very memory of that time.

As if she wasn’t suffering enough, the trapped teenager felt yet more tentacles enter the scene. She gasped as their touches enveloped her torso from all angles. Risa wiggled deliciously beneath the teasing caresses, and visibly shivered as additional tentacles slithered up over her stomach. There was something about the way she was being slowly teased that really revved her sex drive. For a moment, the girl forgot about her human companion, rolled her head back and bit back a deep, sensual moan of undesired pleasure. Caught helpless, and forcibly turned on by this alien molestation, Risa continued to internally fight her budding passion even as she felt herself losing to it.

The girl looked at Risa in glee as she lashed out in anger, smirking at her fury and her helplessness. Her spit attack, however, seemed to catch the girl off guard, phantom or not. The wad of saliva landed firmly against her cheek, splatting across her skin. The girl's eyes widened, and she slowly rose her hand to her cheek, touching the offending spit. Without breaking eye contact with Risa, however, her expression changed to one more of glee. She ran her fingers through the puddle, wrapping saliva around her fingers. Slowly, she brought them to her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. The delicate pink muscle wrapped around her digits, licking Risa's spit from them and into her own mouth. She smiled, her eyes growing slightly hazier.

The tentacles seemed to take no notice of the girl's sensually eerie display, however. They were too busy constricting and pillaging Risa's breasts. As Risa's attention was forcefully returned to her molested chest, 263 could see the heat and shame in her face, and in her thoughts. It found it amusing that she believed she was responsible for teaching it how to use her breasts like this. It had tit-fucked dozens of girls before it had come across her. Still, it wouldn't argue. Let the slut believe she'd brought this on herself. The regret and disgust was beautiful on her face, and in her remorseful cries.

Slowly, the tentacles crept along her flesh. It was like a disease was slowly consuming her, spreading across every inch of skin. Risa's body tugged against the restraints as her head fell back. 263 could see her plight. The tentacles creeping farther, and especially lower down her, made her body expect that she was about to be fucked soon, and it grew eager for the experience. 263 would certainly oblige, but not yet. Her slutty pussy could leak and tingle for now. Its primary objective was her chest, and proving to her just how much she had exposed herself. Her entire body was basically at its disposal to play with any time now, and it was going to play.

When Risa's head lowered, the girl was gone. Her figure, her voice, even the impressions her feet had left in the grass were nowhere to be seen, as if she'd never been there. Risa didn't have much time to dwell on this, however. Almost immediately, the coiling tentacles withdrew from around her breasts, only to encircle them completely. Her perky breasts were mashed together, and now only a single tentacle remained between them. That tentacle began to thrust even faster, no longer impeded by the presence of its brethren. It slipped up and down her cleavage, which was quickly growing slick from her sweat. Even as she was forced to contend with this increased speed, two tentacles detached themselves from her body, and floated towards the tips of her breasts. Their heads caved in as they moved, and as they approached her nipples, they latched onto the end. Quickly, the began to suck firmly, pulling at her nipples even as the tentacle between her tits pleasured itself.

Risa made a brief note of the other girl’s sudden disappearance, leaving no trace of her existence behind. It only solidified the freshman’s theory that her supposed companion was nothing more than a cheap phantom conjured by the despicable, though powerful alien intellect of her tormentor. Still, though she should have been glad to have been proven right, the sensation of being totally alone in the maze with her monster left Risa with quite the hollow victory. Although she’d never wish for anyone to have to share in her suffering, the girl could certainly have used some basic human companionship in between the nastier parts of her maze run. What was worse, was that the teen couldn’t even really think of anyone in particular that she wished was down here just to comfort her. For a social butterfly like her, it was a deeply disturbing idea. Little did she know that this experience would later trigger a serious soul-searching, and redefinition of what she sought in her friends.

As for now, well, things were a little too far out-of-hand to really concentrate on any delicate introspection. She tried not to look down at the grotesque display that her poor tits were being forced to participate in. Risa was sure that if she glanced down, the monster would surge up and claim her mouth at the same time. She already felt defiled enough, that she didn’t feel compelled to give the creature any openings to further degradation. Instead, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the groping bindings on her breasts, and the sickening thrusting moving slick and smooth through her pressed cleavage.

Suddenly, her eyes popped open, and she yelped as the tentacles around her sensitive mounds re-wrapped themselves in a new binding, which allowed their thrusting brother to move directly against Risa’s perfect breasts. Nasty, wet noises issued up from the unnatural union of alien and feminine flesh, caused by the friction of the tentacle against Risa’s sweat-coated skin. She might as well have been lathered up with lotion, the way her sweat made his movements fluid and efficient despite the tight space that had been created for him to play in. With the ease of its navigation, the defiling tentacle decided to pick up the pace, and began to thrust in earnest through his victim’s captive cleavage.

Risa could’ve handled the forced tit-fuck, but what came next was impossible to ignore. She half-screamed with surprise and pleasure as the hollowed tips of the new tentacles latched suddenly onto her bare, helpless nipples. The girl finally looked down again to see for herself the serpents firmly attached to the peaks of her pale, creamy mounds. She moaned loudly in despair as she felt them start to suckle powerfully at her hardening tips. In immediate response to this powerful stimulation, Risa felt her pussy twitch and spasm lightly in a micro-orgasm. This sent glistening love-juices sliding visibly down her inner thighs, as her torso began to writhe in undeniable pleasure. The teen damned her weak-willed body for getting so turned on over a little teasing.

What was truly concerning, however, was the consequences that were coming along with getting turned on. Being restrained and then teased like this was sending all the right signals to Risa’s primal, sexual functions without any overt sexual activity. This inevitably led to a small, building sense of frustration. No. No, she did not want this! Risa visibly shook her head to convince herself of it. This was a trick. How could a girl want it, when she didn’t actually want it. That didn’t make any sense at all. Her body was being stupid, and she was clearly being tricked. She huffed, angry with herself, in between small moans of passion that slipped from between her pink lips as the tentacles latched to her nipples continued to drive her wild with pleasure. Fighting this growing sensation of sexual hunger with everything she had, Risa released a long, loud groan, rolled her head back and thrust out her chest in offering. “Take my breasts, but not my body,” her movements seemed to say.

The tentacle between Risa's cleavage continued to thrust eagerly, enraptured by the feeling of Risa's breasts around it. The girl's mounds were perfectly formed - large and prominent enough to easily envelope the tentacles shaft, but still naturally soft and pliant. They molded so satisfyingly underneath the tentacles that wrapped around them. And despite their size, they were thoroughly sensitive. Or perhaps the girl's entire body simply had a hair-trigger for sex. Simply wrapping around the girl's tits and squeezing and turned her on, and actually sucking on her nipples seemed to have the girl building to a full on orgasm, or at least a lust so great that her body would beg to be penetrated again.

263 hadn't realized that the girl exposing her chest and opening her breasts to be fucked at any time would be such a boon. Next to the ability to take her holes, it seemed like a minor source of entertainment. And yet, here she was. Even though her mind was begging herself to stop, all her body begged for was to be teased and molested more and more. Her back arched so sensually as she thrust out her chest into the clutches of her tormentors. And they obliged eagerly, squeezing and sucking harder. From the growing volume and frequency of her moans, 263 began to wonder if it really could make her cum just from toying with her breasts like this.

Perhaps it could, but it would likely require a bit more creativity. Slowly, small tendrils began to emerge from the surface of the sucking heads. The tiny tentacles reached out towards her breasts, making contact with her sensitive skin as her nipples continued to be sucked firmly. With small and gentle touches, they began to stroke out from the center of her breast, along her skin, before making their way back. Out and in and out and in they traveled, a dozen tiny arms stroking each orb gently. The sucking heads began to mix up their patterns as well. In alternating time, they began to suck more firmly, each one pulling back gently and pulling the nipple with it harder and harder, until the hard nub popped free. Then the head would reattach, and continue to suck while the other made a similar motion. While they sucked, they began to twist slightly, turning the nipple as one might with a thumb and finger. As their actions continued, the heads grew even more clever. They started to press in on the nipple from opposite points, pinching them between their... "lips" for lack of a better term.

Young, feminine gasps and moans accompanied the near-silent slithering and suckling noises that filled the air in that little part of the maze. As Risa offered her chest up to her tormentors, they were only too eager to take advantage of her budding arousal. A louder, shocked gasp let the monster know that the girl had taken notice of the increased strength with which her tender nipples were being sucked. She had no idea of the dastardly plan he was hatching to attempt to bring her to her sexual peak through merely teasing her breasts. For her, the very concept had never even entered the darkest corners of her mind. Even she would not have known if such a feat was physically possible.

Risa actually jolted lightly with surprise and confusion at what she first felt to be tiny fingers beginning to stroke in unison across the smooth, pale domes of her panting breasts. Her eyes popped open, her curiosity piqued, as she looked down to see just what the hell this thing was getting up to now. She watched, astounded as the tiny feelers stroked back and forth along her young, firm mounds with maddening gentleness. Woah, he’d never done this trick before, and while that alone should have been a danger signal for the naive teen, she was too enraptured by the incredible pleasure of it to notice just how much trouble it was about to get her into.

While the young beauty was mesmerized by this new form of stimulation, she simultaneously became aware that the monster was starting to suck even harder at her nipples. Her pink lips parted as she started to heave for breath. If her cheeks had blushed before, then they were now scarlet. As the pressure on her pink, hyper-sensitive teats built to near-painful extremes, Risa pursed her lips and pushed her chest out further to attempt to fight the slow tug-of-war her nipples were becoming engaged in with the tentacles affixed over them. Soon, her body was arched to the edge of its physical capabilities, and still the tentacles took turn pulling steadily at her pliant mounds.

“Oh!” Risa yelped as one of her nipples popped free from beneath its vacuum prison, her breast bouncing back into its bulged shape from the other tentacle coiled about the base of her mound. With the speed of a striking snake, the tentacle attacked her helpless nipple once more. At the same time, the other tentacle began to tug outwards in a movement mimicking its twin from just a moment ago. By this time, Risa was panting raggedly from the sensual torture. With a sucking pop, her other nipple broke free, and Risa threw her head back and groaned loudly. She was really losing control now. No girl should ever have her breasts played with in such a manner; it had her going positively insane from the mix of gentle and intense stimulation all at once.

“I... can’t... you... s-stop,” the girl mumbled incoherently between quick gasps, her beautiful eyes staring up at nothing as she slowly drowned in the lava-honey pleasure boiling in her chest. Every last iota of her body was keenly focused directly upon the actions being performed at her breasts. She remained completely taut and helpless as she felt the monster slowly turn the dial of intensity slowly up, and up, and up. As the suckling caps tugged in alternating frequency upon her breasts, they learned how to tweak her hard, pink nubs from within the tortuous confines of their airless sheathes. Risa was certain that she was going to lose one or both of her nipples to this manipulation; this was far too much! Before she could even hope to contend with the sensations being piled onto her womanly peaks, the tentacles started to pinch the tiny, pink diamonds while simultaneously pleasuring them in every other manner they had performed up to that point.

Poor Risa lost all sense of time and space. She didn’t know how long the monster tormented her chest; all she became aware of was that it was too much, for too long. Her breathing became erratic, as even exhaling seemed to compound the intensity of her torment. Her breasts rose and fell in unsteady, staccato notes as she was forced to gasp for breath again and again. “I... I... l-lost... what... god... ohhh god... Uhhhnnn... f-f-f-Fuck!” Risa babbled as her madness eventually boiled over, at which point her young, confused body went positively nova.

Her shoulders scrunched, her eyes squeezed shut, mouth agape in a half-groan, half-scream of furious pleasure. The teen’s knees tried to lock together, but she never actually felt them touch due to the restraints upon her limbs. Her arms pulled desperately at her bindings, trying to come to the rescue, but utterly failing to break free. Then, in a moment of total and complete depravity, Risa felt herself cave into the pressure of the weight of all the teasing she had endured up to that point. Her empty pussy clenched and gushed powerfully in clear, sexual release. Risa blushed crimson as she felt her sex squirt her love-juices onto the grass below. Tears of shame, anger and pure pleasure flowed freely from the corners of her eyes as her entire body collapsed into ecstasy most foul. Her flat stomach fluttered with the power of her internal spasms, her thighs quivering within their bindings like the strings of a violin at concert.

Although her peak was incredibly powerful, it was extremely short-lived. After just a few seconds of ecstasy, the girl collapsed limply into the tentacle bindings holding her body captive. Her tears continued to flow, as her eyes stared blankly at the ground in front of her. She heaved and gasped for breath instinctively, while her whole body trembled with hypersensitivity. Her gorgeous figure now smoldered in the ashes of her dignity, having achieved yet another moral low point with the aid of her inhuman rapist.

As the tentacles poured more and more blissful torment onto Risa's breasts, the girl began to tug and twist against her bindings. 263 rather delighted in her feeble attempts, not at freeing herself, but at taking agency in her own pleasuring, or at least to express her natural feelings. Its bindings quickly over powered and restrained her, forcing her frustration to build as she was kept from even properly writhing in pleasure with the remorseless molestation she was forced to endure. It could already tell that its efforts were bearing fruit, and the helpless girl was drawing closer and closer to orgasm. At last, that orgasm came, rippling through her with a reluctant scream of bliss and a flood of fluids. 263 watched the sight with glee, staring lustfully as the girl's body twisted and thrust forward, her breasts jutting to prominence. Her juices flowed out from beneath her skirt, some staining the already soiled fabric, others simply spilling onto the grass below. It could smell her cum through the tentacles that bound her, and the smell only excited it further.

Soon enough, the girl's orgasm passed, and she went limp in its clutches. Her eyes started to pool with tears, as it felt the shame wash through her mind that she had been so easily brought to climax. Her young pussy hadn't even been touched. It watched as the tears of frustration and defeat rolled down her cheeks. The girl had just lost another piece of the little bit she had left. With a strange, gentle kind of curiosity, one of the nearby tentacles lifted itself to her cheek, and brushed against one of her tears, letting it pool on its surface. It held the droplet near her, as if they were meant to both examine it. It was as if there was a moment of empathy, practically unheard of for 263.

Whether the moment was a trick or just a quickly passing interest, it was gone in seconds. The tentacle between her breasts came without warning, suddenly spewing cum into her jaw. Thick, warm droplets splattered up her face, staining her cheeks and mouth, while more of it ran back down her neck and over her chest. The tentacle released a second spurt, sending so much onto her skin that it began to pool and drip onto the grass below, where it mingled with the girl's own fluids. 263 enjoyed its release, but by now, it was more of a token gesture than anything else - necessary, yes, but the main event had already transpired. Or, at least, the first main event.

263 had not forgotten its vow to take the girl again while she was still wearing her skirt. Seeing her as she was now - bound and helpless, her privates alluringly concealed but just as vulnerable - it could remember why. And the girl's release had only served to further stoke its desire. The sweet fragrance of her cum made its tentacles twitch with desire. Slowly, tentacles emerged from the bushes behind her, attracted to the trail of fluids that ran down the inside of her thighs. They pressed against her sensitive skin.

"So. Easily. Pleasured," 263 taunted her, already knowing her shame at her lack of self-control. "Cumming. Just. From. Having. Your. Breasts. Molested." As it spoke, the tentacles slowly began to follow the trail of nectar up to the source. "And. Now. That. You've. Prepared. Yourself. I. Still. Get. To. Have. You." The tentacles moved higher, sliding beneath her skirt, spreading to her crotch in seconds. One of the tentacles pulled ahead of the pack, and as the rest began to caress her lower body, it angled straight for her nether lips. It pushed against her entrance, stroking its head up and down against her slit several times, before pushing more firmly. In seconds, it pierced her pussy, pushing between her walls and spreading her open. Immediately, it knew the familiar sensation of her wet folds gripping it, welcoming it back. And like an invited guest, it began to make itself at home. It pushed deep inside, reaching all the way to her cervix, before it pulled back and began to thrust rhythmically into her tight, wet sex.

Risa couldn’t even bring herself to enjoy the warm, fuzzy sensations of the post-orgasmic afterglow. It was a guilty, dirty pleasure, and she knew it. Still, her cuddle reflex had come in full bore, and she was still a bit... frustrated, from having not received any scratching at her deeper itch. Before she even realized she was doing it, her young, nubile body was rubbing itself very lightly against the tentacles still draped against her lovely skin. When she became consciously aware of what she was doing, she forced herself to stop. Slut! Dirty, slutty, rebellious body! What was she going to do with herself!? Okay, it did feel kinda nice, but that wasn’t an excuse! She was a victim of inhuman rape here, the last thing she needed to be doing was going off and enticing her assailant to further acts of depravity. Like he wanted to cuddle, anyways; as if she’d let him even if he tried!

Suddenly, the girl’s face flinched as something touched her cheek. Her hazy eyes looked up to see one of the monster’s tentacles. Upon its smooth, alien surface perched a perfect, little teardrop. It just held it there in front of her face; no snark accusations, no insulting questions, just the tear that she had shed. Risa had no idea what she was supposed to make of this gesture; maybe it was an alien thing? She knew better than to think anything sentimental of it, by now. The girl was convinced that the monster who kept assaulting her simply lacked the capacity for human emotion; there was only his dark hunger, and the horrible will to carry it out. As if to prove her right, the tentacle between her breasts suddenly ejaculated.

“Ah! Auugh!” Risa yelped as she was smacked below the jaw with two thick bolts of alien semen. She groaned in helpless disgust as the stuff sprayed and oozed all over the place. It had splattered onto her face, and undoubtedly had gotten into her hair as well. From her neck down to her chest, she was drenched with the slimy goo. Already, runnels of semen were beginning to trek down the length of her torso, tickling the girl something awful. She shivered as these sensations brought her mind back into a state of full alertness.

Of course, she’d come back around just in time for the monster’s next attack. She issued a gasp of horror as she felt the multiple touches alight upon her inner thighs, which turned into a wail of despair as the tentacles began to slowly move up the lengths of her shapely legs. Oh no, no, no! After all her efforts and struggles, she was still going to be raped! Her legs, arms and even her torso twisted and pulled and struggled with all her young, feminine might as she fought desperately to wiggle free and escape in time. Now the monster’s voice returned inside of Risa’s mind to tease and ridicule her, which only added to her panicked state. He ended his taunting message by confirming his intent to claim her as his personal plaything once again. The gorgeous, captive teen started to fight with renewed vigor, desperate to break away before it was too late.

However, at the first touch to her delicate, pink petals, the beauty froze and straightened. She pushed her back up against the hedge wall, looking down the length of her body as she quietly whimpered her disapproval. As the tentacle’s phallic tip began to slip back and forth along her labia, the girl visibly shuddered and let out a long, shaking breath as her arousal returned in full force to this sudden attention finally being given to her neglected sex. Risa could feel her body completely break free of its reigns as she was teased right on the edge of that initial penetration. Teased and stimulated as she had been up to that point, she was ready, just like he’d said.

As the tip pushed into her, Risa was initially able to wrest control of herself in order to clench her pussy in a last-ditch act of resistance. However, her love-slick passage combined with the monster’s terrible strength easily overpowered her squeezing walls. The girl gasped and groaned as the tentacle forced its way deeper without pause; he simply plowed forwards in a single thrust, intent on filling his captive to capacity immediately. Risa gave a cry of horror and defeat as she felt the bulbous tip caress her cervix. Without waiting for her to become accustomed to the size and shape of the tentacle, the monster started to piston his appendage in and out of his luscious prize without delay. The girl could only yelp and writhe in the grip of her captor as her rape began in earnest. Fresh tears stained her cheeks as her body began to bounce to the rhythm that the monster set for them. She could feel her sex continue to clench the tentacle desperately, but she was no longer aware if it was out of a sense of resistance, or lust.

The girl's slit clenched around 263's tentacle as it pushed its way inside her, tightening her hole ever so snugly. The monster knew this was a simple defensive reflex for the girl, her muscles trying to force her opening closed to keep its unwanted phallus from penetrating her. But it still found it amusing how predictably the girl's body did this when it had proven repeatedly to be ineffective. the only think it accomplished was to give 263 a tighter passage to rape, although it certainly wouldn't complain about that.

263 had wanted its last chance to ravage the girl with her last shred of clothing still clinging to her, and it had gotten it. The girl was as ravishing a sight to behold as it could have imagined, hanging by her limbs from the wall. Her entrance was hidden teasingly by the worn and stained skirt, but the warm, tight walls squeezing its shaft made it clear that her pussy had no other protection. Everything above her waist was even more exposed. Her fine and demure body twisted itself in stimulation, and her hanging breasts bounced perkily with the force of the thrusting inside her body. The tentacles binding her breasts had retreated, leaving her tits just as free and unsupported as they had been while she'd been running from the tentacles.

But for one as visceral as 263, the sight was nothing compared to the feeling. Even after taking her so many times and so thoroughly each time, the feeling of her slit was just as intoxicating and blissful as ever. It could see her tunnel in its mind by now - practically map out every nerve that ended in her sensitive, delicate folds. The tentacle gradually began to move faster as it continued to fuck her, slowly accelerating to the earth-shaking pace Risa was used to. 263 could feel the girl's body building in preparation for the brutal fucking it had trained her to expect. Her pussy was growing wetter, starting to leak precious lubricant, enabling it to enter her faster and harder with each thrust. Her juices trickled down the tentacle's shaft as much as her thighs, exciting the tentacle to continue pounding away at her.

Finally, the tentacle wrapped around her waist released her, letting her body hang purely by her arms and legs. This shift in her weight wasn't to last long, however. Quickly, she began to be supported by a different tentacle - the one inside her pussy. It began to lift her by her crotch, even as it continued thrusting into her. It raised her lower body, letting her chest and shoulders lean forward, and pushing its shaft and bulbous head into the back of her tunnel.