Despite all her efforts pouring into squeezing her pussy walls as tightly as possible, it was all for naught. The alien tentacle buried in Risa’s young snatch easily tore her open again and again, no matter how she tried to wear him down with her constant, vicing grip. Coincidentally, all she really accomplished was to provide the monster with a pleasant, milking sensation while he ravaged his prey. The girl couldn’t claim ignorance to this knowledge. After all, she’d been linked to that bastard’s mind before, and knew exactly what sort of pleasure she was supplying to the creature. Still, it felt like bitter defeat to just surrender her body to this fate. Resisting, even futilely, was the only shred of human dignity that Risa was often left with during these brutal encounters.

The helpless teen beauty started to groan loudly in protest as she felt the monster start to apply more strength to every subsequent thrust. His pace continued to grow steadily, no matter how she squirmed, struggled or squeezed. She knew this dance all too well by now, and her body had the steps committed to memory. Risa gave a short cry of despair as she felt herself getting into it. He was so damned rough with her. Her body obviously loved it, but she hated herself for it too. Still he continued to increase his fervor, until the girl bodily shook from the power and flurry of his blows. By that time, Risa was unleashing a constant stream of gasps and cries. Her long, slender limbs strained uselessly in an effort to wiggle free, and her spine tingled electrically to the sensation of the unyielding restraints.

To try and help the situation, Risa’s pussy was leaking plenty of her lady-lubricant. It helped a little, but what the girl really needed was some speed bumps for her love-tunnel, or maybe a net to keep him from ramming into her cervix so forcefully. Oooouugh! He was really giving it to her! Suddenly, the tentacle about her slender waist retreated, leaving the girl suspended with the monstrous appendage drilling a hole up into her core. The teen immediately reacted by pulling her body up by her arms, and wiggling her hips to try and lose the monster. However, he didn’t even lose his pace, and kept right on hammering that sweet, silky pussy even as he followed her every movement. Then, as if to punish her resistance, Risa suddenly felt him lift her hindquarters up using nothing but the same tentacle he was fucking her with!

The girl screamed as she felt her ass being lifted up into full prominence, while her chest and shoulders were forced to fall forwards. In this position, it was like being fucked doggy-style in mid-air. No, actually this was far, far worse than that. She could feel him lifting her from inside of her own sex!

“Oh! My! God!” Risa screamed out in tempo with the monster’s vicious pace. She panted, hard and loud, with the exertion of her torment. Her flawless skin glowed with ecstasy, and glistened with sweat that was sent flying off her body by the force taking her from behind. The girl’s once-vibrant hair was now matted to her face, shoulders and back. Her skirt now showed off the perfect curve of her ass at this angle, while the short hem flipped back and forth chaotically, despite the tight strain upon it from the wide splay of her perfectly-shaped thighs.

At this new, forced angle, Risa’s love-juices didn’t leak out of her quite as efficiently. It slowed and pooled inside of her, and created a subtle symphony of wet noises as the tentacle continued to busy itself with dominating the teenage cunny. The girl herself mistook the noises as her body becoming even more passionate in this position, and she blushed crimson with shame. Well, sure it felt good, but in the absolute worst kind of way. Still, there was something about this technique that really bothered her. It was a result of him lifting her while simultaneously fucking her, causing him to rub against her nerves even more fervently than usual. Risa bit her lip, fighting the feeling that he was creating inside of her. No, she wasn’t gonna. Not again. Every time he fucked her, she got off. That wasn’t going to happen this time. She’d bite off her own tongue and choke on it before she let herself feel that shame again! Okay, maybe not, but she was going to fight this with everything she had! She wasn’t a slut! She didn’t have to cum if she didn’t want to! She just had to resist!

With the visceral, physical pleasure that came from penetrating the girl's body, it was easy to forget the little things that made fucking her so wonderful. Sure, her pussy was gripping 263's tentacle like it was holding on for dear life. But it was her voice that it had nearly forgotten about. That beautiful, high and full voice that shrieked and gasped and, more than occasionally, even moaned as it defiled her eager body and much-less-eager mind. She was moaning now, gasping and crying out in shock and unwanted pleasure that she couldn't deny. And it only grew higher and louder as it began to lift her by her pussy, grinding its meat into her sheath with all the force of her own weight.

And yet, even as her pleasure built from the new, rougher technique, it could feel her mind trying to resist. The girl was searching for the will to resist a second orgasm, fighting back the physical allure of the pressure and friction inside her sex. 263 would have smiled at her attempts if it could. It was far from reluctant to let her try. It considered it a challenge, and one that it was already practically guaranteed to win. However hard she tried, it could fuck her until she relented. And this time, it decided, it would reward her inevitable orgasm with a burst of its own cum straight into her hole.

But how best to achieve this outcome? It was certain, but just penetrating her until the end seemed an uninspired way to win. By now, this girl deserved far more... stimulation. Quickly, more tentacles appearing from the bush, and surrounding her legs. They wrapped tight, holding her legs to the wall. At first, this actually alleviated some of the weight pressing up against her pussy. But after a few seconds, the tentacles around her legs and ankles began to tighten. They didn't so much constrict as pull backwards. With the hedge wall behind her, it seemed like her limbs would have nowhere to go, and the bindings would begin to squeeze into her skin. But as they began to pull harder, she could feel the hedge wall start to give way, and little by little, her backside sunk into it.

She could feel the leaves creep across her skin as her legs disappeared inside the bushes. There was no poking or scratching or cutting of small branches as she might have expected. There was only a firm, plant-textured pressure around her lower body as it disappeared inside the thick hedge wall. Before long, everything below her waist had disappeared into the shrubbery, and she was stuck in the vegetation, only her naked upper body free to move.

Once her lower body was enveloped, the fun really began. A dozen tentacles swarmed her lower body, starting to rub over her ass, legs, and thighs. They touched her firmly, but not painfully, as if they were hands feeling up her sensitive parts. The feelers were warm and moist, as they constantly excreted a thin layer of liquid. Although Risa had no way of knowing it, the monster was pumping her own cum, gathered from their earlier encounter, back out of its skin, coating her with it as it ran over her backside.

The tentacle inside her, however, continued to thrust as roughly as before. Its skin began to become porous, replenishing its store of the girl's fluids from the rapid stream she was releasing. Gradually, the tentacle began to go from passively absorbing her fluids, to gently sucking them up through the small holes in its skin. Though soft, the sucking grew firmer, running along the girl's tunnel as the tentacle fucked her.

Nothing could withhold Risa’s lovely voice from crying out again and again as her beautiful body shook and shivered before the power of her rapist. Sharp, rasping gasps balanced loud, passionate moans that spoke anthems equally of the pleasure, pain and humility of her body’s current strife. No amount of the girl’s desperate will to resist the monster’s dark intentions could have stopped the noises that she made. It was all she could do just to keep from screaming out her unwanted pleasure, and releasing into a powerful orgasm which begged to be loosed from within her quivering core. Tears of hot frustration stained her flush, sweat-stained cheeks. She knew that no matter how hard she resisted, that she was only delaying the inevitable. And yet, although there was nothing she could do to stop this terrible fate, she fought against it all the same. There was no question in her mind. To simply accept her defeat and her shame was unthinkable! If one thing was certain to the hopeless female, it was that if she didn’t fight for herself, then there wasn’t anyone else that was going to give a damn about what happened to her in this place, perhaps even on this entire island.

When more tentacles appeared from the foliage to take further possession of Risa’s long, shapely legs, the girl instantly knew that her position was about to change again. The monster was likely bored of waiting for her slow burn-out. He did have a flair for the dramatic when it came to his perverse desires, tending to go way overboard when he wanted something from her body. However, the girl was a bit confused when she was pulled tight against the hedge wall. She whined in between sharp gasps of sensation, and wiggled her hips uncomfortably. What the hell was he up to? He wasn’t going to try and pull her inside; surely he knew that her body couldn’t fit in there!? That said, he had enough strength to do it if he really wanted to, though that was no guarantee as to the safety of her own body if the act was committed.

Sure enough, he pulled hard until he got his way! Risa screamed in terror as she felt her legs and hindquarters sink into the hedge, as she pulled with her torso to try and escape. Then, to her utter surprise and confusion, the girl found that nothing greeted her delicate flesh but for the tight caress of soft leaves. She shivered at the cold embrace, but had no time to be very thankful for the unusual situation. The captive teen gasped as she felt wet feelers move up against her lower body. Risa shuddered against their lecherous touches; what the hell was this bastard up to now? Strangely enough, these didn’t feel like the tongue-tentacles that the girl had encountered before from this monster. While certain properties were indeed similar, these feelers had a very different shape, and slightly different texture. These didn’t feel like tongues at all; they felt more like... worms. Risa groaned with disgust as these new tentacles felt up her ass and legs, leaving trails of something moist and warm against her incredibly soft skin.

Before this activity could carry on for long, the tentacle inside of Risa’s pussy decided to punish the girl for ignoring it recently. The teen shrieked like a banshee as she felt the thrusting appendage suddenly change its composition, and begin soaking up her sex juices. The sensation only became more and more defined, as the sponge-like quality took on more strength with every passing second. Soon, it felt like the entire tentacle was sucking at her inner walls, driving the girl positively crazy with pleasure. Her pretty head jerked up, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared out at nothing; all her attention forcibly focused on the madness currently happening within her most sacred and sensitive place.

“N-No! I... I... Stop it! I can’t... Oh god! I can’t... take this! I’m gonna... ohhh! I’m gonna... Uuhhhn! I’m gonna cum! Ahhhhhhhhnn!” Risa let a scream rip so loud that it shook her body just to release it from her chest. Her cunny was synched directly with this action, as it viced down with all of the beauty’s feminine strength. With every spasm, her inner walls clenched powerfully and a fresh wave of her womanly nectar flowed down to the waiting tentacle within that velvet sheath. Ultimately, her orgasm outlasted her scream, and Risa was left crying out again and again while her delicate body was wracked with the inevitable results of her pent-up sexual passion.

The tentacles' initial caresses seemed to be greeted more with disgust and repulsion, judging by the shivering of the girl's body. The more novel sensations inside her, however, produced a more desired reaction. After only a short bout of the newly devised suck-fucking, the girl's body was at her limits, toppling over the edge whether she wanted to go or not. The tentacle thrust hard as she whipped her head back and screamed. It felt the beautiful vibrations echo through her body as much as the air, filling the most primitive parts of 263's mind with desire. It felt her pussy clench around the tentacle inside her, and true to its intentions, it unloaded on her.

As the tentacle buried itself inside her sex, it swelled, stretching her hole and filling it as fully as it could. As the girl began to cum, its suction went into overdrive, soaking up every bit of her sweet, warm cum, not letting even one drop escape her lips. At the same time, it pulsed and twisted, and quickly began to release its own seed into her tight womanhood. The tentacle's commitment to its orgasm matched her body's, and it continued to release its hot, thick fluids for as long as her body bucked and writhed and pulled the tentacle deep inside her. Her young womb was soon filled with the tentacle's cum, sitting heavy inside her body. Still the tentacle's head kept a tight seal around her cervix, not allowing any of its release to leave her.

Risa was immediately made aware that the monster had some devious plan in store for her at the moment of her orgasm. No sooner had the very first of her orgasmic spasms seized her delicate cunny, then the tentacle buried within her delicate sex suddenly surged and rapidly increased in girth. Before she could even realize what was happening, the helpless teen soon found her walls strained to their physical limit by the monster that she could only barely contain anymore. Her hips pulled with silent protest as she screamed out her release, but she made no progress whatsoever in relieving the pain of suddenly being filled to complete capacity.

The entire length of the organ had now buried itself fully inside of the girl. That was just as well. If he had continued to thrust into her with his current size, she’d likely tear at the seams! However, he had more tricks up his sleeve to show in this hand of the game. With her walls stretched so thin, she could not deny the incredible sensation of the gentle suction that was applied to her through the monster’s porous, phallic skin. He was eagerly drinking up the liquid honey of Risa’s orgasmic release as it spilled out from her inner spring. The girl blushed from the incredible pleasure of this alien sensation, which only served to heighten the overall effects of her orgasm.

Next, the helpless teen felt the monster’s phallic tip push roughly against the entrance into her womb. Like a domineering lover, it claimed her cervix in a perverse mockery of a kiss, and sealed her feminine chalice entirely. Then, when it had lined itself up, the monster released his hot, alien ejaculate straight into the young woman’s cradle of life. It was the very definition of desecration. Risa, helpless as ever in these situations, could only claw her fingers and writhe her body as her little womb was utterly overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of seminal fluid that gushed into her. Soon, the girl was gasping in time with every pump of fresh semen that was delivered into her ruined chalice. Fresh tears of shame and defeat fell freely from the corners of her beautiful eyes as her womb started to ache from the load it was being forced to bear.

“I... I can’t take anymore!” Risa finally screamed out, her back arching magnificently as she pulled with her torso to try and rip herself away from the evil tentacles that continued to hold her captive. She followed this exclamation with a loud, powerful groan of sensation as the pressure built to painful levels between her young, shapely hips. Her small womb could barely contain all that the monster had poured into her, and yet his tip still refused to allow even a single drop to escape. While the tightness and the pressure were surely discomforting, there was also a primal sense of total satisfaction from receiving an ejaculation so deeply within her body. That animal part of Risa’s brain approved of this ‘mating’ style, and her body instinctually responded by grasping and stroking the engorged tentacle that clogged her sex tunnel, wanting every last drop even when the girl’s mind screamed for mercy.

The tentacle twitched and pulsed as it continued to ejaculate into Risa's body. Gradually, it's initial rush of cum slowed to a steady trickle, but didn't cease completely. 263 could feel the fullness of the girl's womb in her mind, and it found its own sense of satisfaction in filling her so completely. It felt like she was heavier with its seed, swollen and weighted by its mass. Although Risa didn't know it, the monster's release did not serve any reproductive purpose, yet 263 still found it pleasing to pump so much into the girl, saturating her womb. This was, perhaps, a peculiar feeling, but 263 didn't spare much effort to consider it at the moment.

"Your. Pussy. Makes. For. A. Wonderful. Cum. Bucket," the monster taunted her as it filled her.

Even as the creature took its own pleasure from pouring into her, it forced pleasure into her body through the incredibly effective suction holes covering the tentacle's length. Especially given her orgasm, and her increased sensitivity as a result, the gentle, kiss-like suctions pulling at her inner walls seemed to keep her tormented with pleasure, hanging in limbo even as she was already cumming. Granted, increasing its size to avoid missing any of her sweet nectar had seemed to have a substantial effect as well. The girl was so full, her already-tight sheath stretched to its limits around the tentacles engorged shaft, so much that she was practically bulging from within.

Whether the size or the suction was the more powerful influence, Risa's body remained powerfully horny, and responded to the overload in a most pleasurable fashion. Her pussy gripped the tentacle fiercely throughout, squeezing and pulling, milking it for every drop of cum, urging even more than usual in the process. 263 was almost tempted to start thrusting again, just to drive her lustful walls apart and watch her scream as her body was tamed yet again. Instead, it resolved to remain still, and hold the massive payload of cum inside her.

That certainly didn't stop it from enjoying her body's efforts. For several minutes, the tentacle remained inside her, until at last both their orgasms had passed. As the girl's body began to relax, still full to bursting with alien cum, the tentacles promptly began to kick her out of their hedge wall. The girl's lower body began to move back the way it had come, pushed from the wall's center by the tentacles wrapped around her. Once again, none of the branches she might have expected laid so much as a scratch on her skin. However, her skirt wasn't so lucky. Almost immediately, it began to snag on the vegetation, and the sound of tearing cloth could be heard as she was pushed forward. The garment was tugged and yanked, breaking free at the expense of small tears and holes.

Finally, she was nearly free of the wall. As if to land one last parting blow against her dignity, a particularly hearty branch poked right through her skirt, piercing the fabric. Suddenly, the tentacles around her legs disappeared, and she was released to fall forward to the ground. As she fell, the branch tore her skirt, leaving a long gash in the garment from just below the waistline, all the way through the bottom hem. With that, the girl was dropped to the ground. It wasn't until she was prone on the soft grass below that the tentacle inside her finally withdrew, leaving her hole to gape and leak, as the monster watched delightedly from the bushes.

“Uuuhhhnn! n-Nooo, I’m not! Ah! I’m not, you bastard!” Risa cried as she retaliated verbally against the monster’s mocking words. He really was a heartless son of a bitch. He made her so mad, and frustrated, and scared, and... and... fucking horny! Shit! She wanted to squirm and struggle so badly, but the girth stretching her cunny to the extreme kept Risa from being able to move much at all. She could wiggle her torso a little, but any movement below the waist only sent pain and pleasure knifing through her body like lightning strikes directed at her most sensitive nerve centers. She couldn’t fight back; the girl could only take whatever the monster wanted to give.

Cumming inside of her womb, and holding the seed there wasn’t humiliation enough in the monster’s eyes. His cruelty led him to stretch the teen’s love tunnel until it was at its physical limit, and then assaulted the exposed nerves with concentrated stimulation in the form of his alien sucking along the entire length of his embedded phallic tentacle. This combination was applied during the midst of Risa’s orgasm, and it only served to suspend the teen within an inescapable state of pseudo-orgasmic pleasure. She gasped, moaned and spasmed from the delicate pleasure that assaulted her feminine sheath without mercy. Even after the monster’s own ejaculations finally stopped, he just held himself in place as tiny spurts fed leftover droplets into the pool of alien jism trapped within Risa’s young womb. Her own sex was manipulated into stroking and clenching like an enthusiastic young lover, bent on milking every last drop from the magnificent length of masculinity that had speared and tamed her.

“Ahhh... o-oh fuck,” the girl continued to gasp and shake as the gentle suction within her over-stretched pussy fed her a constant stream of undeniable pleasure. It was purely maddening. Her body had already cum, and all this teasing sensation seemed to accomplish was to compound the aching pressure of the ball of monster semen tucked into her core. Well, that wasn’t totally accurate. Her moment should have passed after a time, but it didn’t. That stretching and teasing, not to mention the subtle pumping into her womb kept her going and going. Even though she wanted to stop, and finally descend from her heights of ecstasy, the monster just wouldn’t let her. She wriggled uncomfortably, but nothing she could do would help her to end this any sooner than the creature wanted to. So, she remained trapped in a vicious cycle of constant, unwanted pleasure and aching, throbbing pressure from between her sexy hips.

After an exhaustively long, shared orgasm, both monster and girl finally came down from their respective heights of pleasure. Although, to be fair, with the way she was being treated, Risa’s body simply couldn’t come back down fully. She’d been forced along for so long, that she was left feeling a little... frisky, despite herself. Still, that wasn’t enough to keep Risa’s fear from taking hold. She’d known this monster to have simply gone from one fuck session straight to the next. There was a good possibility that this spent tentacle would simply be replaced by another of its savage kin, and her rape would restart all over again. The girl could only whimper and brace herself against whatever dark plans the monster might have in store next...

However, the girl’s assailant instead did something most unexpected. Risa screamed with surprise as she was suddenly pushed forwards through the foliage and back out onto the path. Although she could clearly feel and hear her skirt catching and tearing on branches within the hedge, she never felt so much as a scratch against her skin anywhere on her body. With a final shove, she was pushed out, but her skirt caught on a thick branch at the very last second. A tremendous ripping noise tore the air and Risa’s fabric as she fell to the cold, wet grass below. She clutched a free hand to the nearest blades of grass, and cried out against the sudden sensation of the monster rapidly vacating her soiled honey pot.

With one hand firmly gripped to the grassy floor, Risa’s other hand moved down to her bare stomach as she jerked and gasped against the cum pouring out of her womb and down through her pussy. She squeezed her sore, throbbing walls, and felt hot, alien semen splatter against her lower bottom, and inner thighs. Risa hid her face in the grass, and was wracked with intense sobs as her womb pulsed with relief as it ejected the excess payload from within its silky interior. The girl was well-accustomed to this feeling that she felt right then. It was the dirty, slimy, ugly sensation that she felt after getting raped, like noticing a stain on the inside of her body and spirit that she knew would never be able to wash out. Only, by now, she was so badly stained from her repeated assaults, that she could no longer remember what it felt like to be clean, and pure. That’s what frightened her so deeply right then. What was happening to her? What was this monster turning her into? There weren’t many possible answers to those questions, but Risa didn’t approve of any of them.

However, just when it seemed as though she might be completely overwhelmed by her despair, Risa’s hope rekindled like a phoenix’s flame. The hand gripping the blades of grass tightened into a fist. She stopped crying, and instead gritted her pearly-white teeth with determination. No, she’d not accept this fate, no matter how hopeless it seemed to get for her. She would fight and struggle her way out of this maze. Then, once she was free of this trial, she was going to find some way to escape Shokushu Island. Fuck her school, and whatever bright future she had planned for herself. It was no longer worth this abuse. She was going to run away, somehow, and she was never going to return to this place ever again. She’d made up her mind; she’d run away at the first opportunity, and put as much distance between herself and this fucking creature as the planet would allow!

Risa thought that she should stand, and get on her way, but her pussy was still way too sore for that just yet. She hissed at the pain when she shifted her legs, but then noticed something else very disturbing: a draft along her ass. The girl reached down and felt her skirt, and then moaned in disbelief. Her last and final garment was in total ruins. It was shredded and torn to mere strips of cloth hanging loosely from her waistband. It would no longer even serve as a veil for her delicate lady-features. Great, well hopefully it would still count as an offering at the next obstacle. Right then, she’d had enough rest. Pussy aches or not, she needed to get moving. Nothing good would come from just lounging on the grass, testing the monster’s patience.

The girl rolled onto her stomach. She then forced herself up onto one knee, with her arms bracing her upper body as well. Risa let slip a tiny, restrained whimper, but then pushed herself all the way back up to her feet. She then stumbled drunkenly a few steps, and had to catch herself on the wall of one of the hedges. The girl took a few more moments to reorient herself as she prepared to set off ahead once again, her young, beautiful face set with grim determination.

263 ignored the girl's surprise at only being raped once as it released her. Certainly, the temptation to follow its instincts and take her again and again was strong as ever. But even so, the two of them had spent a considerable amount of time in the maze already, and 263 was growing impatient for the real fun to begin. Given that it had already fucked her and cum in her a great many times in the last couple hours, it preferred to let the girl be on her way - onward, towards finding out what was really in store for her down here. If she thought she'd been desecrated so far, she barely knew the meaning of the word.

However, as the girl lay on the ground, 263 started to wonder if she'd finally broken. She was a wonderful sight to behold, certainly - half-naked and well-fucked, lying on the grass with her slit visibly pouring excess cum beneath her torn skirt. But The way she wept and grimaced in shame and defeat, 263 wondered if she would finally surrender to despair, and be unable to move anymore. That certainly wouldn't be much fun. Perhaps it could scare her into movement? Maybe punishment was in order? But if she was finally at her limit, it was possible that nothing would compel the girl to action.

Its fears proved unfounded, though. Within moments, the girl crawled through her grief and clung to hope. Slowly, she began to rise, her face was gripped in determination and resolve. This was what 263 enjoyed about this girl: she always seemed to find her will to hope. She pressed forward and believed that she could win. More than fear or despair or regret, this boundless hope always brought her spirit back to her, ripe to be taken again the next time. Every time it attacked her was almost like the first. She'd always run, always struggle, always fight, before she always submitted. That's what the girl's hope meant to the monster - it was one more thing to take from her.

It let the hope grow in her as she walked on, down the path she'd chosen in her blind sprint. But her choice had already been poorly made. Within a short time, she came to her second dead end. The path turned a corner and then ended abruptly. The only thing at the end of the path other than a tall, impenetrable hedge wall was another sign, identical to the last. "Shokushu's way" was emblazoned on its surface. And just beyond the sign, a group of tentacles waited patiently for her.

It was rather rough going for the girl, at first. She ached in all sorts of unmentionable places, although after a while she was able to minimize her limping and regain the illusion of walking normally. Her skin, coated in sweat and various sex stains, cooled uncomfortably in the chilly air. To help her cope, she drew her arms across her chest while she walked down the path before her. While this helped her upper body, she still felt her long, sculpted legs shiver lightly to the sensation of little runnels of dirty fluids creeping down from the apex of her thighs. She was able to ignore the dark, nagging thoughts that those stains inspired within her young, abused mind, and pressed on with grit-iron determination. This place wasn’t going to beat her. She wasn’t going to let it happen.

Risa wasn’t too stunned to find another dead end at the end of the path. Statistically, her chances of randomly finding the correct path, without the aid of her little, makeshift compass back at the central hub, was honestly quite slim. She noticed the tentacles waiting patiently for her, and remembered the rules concerning encountering a dead end. Well, that wasn’t a hard decision to make. Risa thought she’d have had a much harder time departing with her last article of clothing, but it was now less than useless. In fact, the stained, torn skirt was now uncomfortable to keep on her person. She quickly wiggled out of the sticky fabric, and then kicked the rags towards the tentacles before quietly turning to leave back the way she had come. Well, now she had to consider if it would be worthwhile checking the other corridor, or just heading all the way back to the center to try a brand new path. Although she’d probably just end up paying dearly for it, the teen knew she would have to explore every possibility laid before her. She couldn’t risk passing by the actual exit, as that would ultimately lead to an even greater trial.

263 watched patiently as the girl kicked off what was left of her skirt towards the tentacles. The appendages unhurriedly reached out and wrapped around it, dragging it back to disappear into the bushes, leaving her to return. It had been fun to watch her walk with it, trying in vain desperation to hide her dignity behind the scraps of cum-soaked fabric she had left. It had been such a sight that it had almost been tempted to let her keep it as a formality - unusable as a bargaining chip, but a piece of alluring decoration. Still, now the girl was completely naked, lost and vulnerable in its maze. It imagined watching that would be just as satisfying.

And oh, was she ever. As she started to walk back the way she came, dozens of eyes watched her move, nude and exposed in every way. They took in her body from every angle, not one bit bothered by the fact that they'd seen her naked and fucked half a dozen times before. It didn't matter to 263 that it had just raped her some fifteen minutes ago. Without her clothes, the whole dynamic had changed. She was not only vulnerable to being taken - she would have to give herself to move forward. 263 could force her to take it anytime, any place, and she could only comply. The monster couldn't wait to experiment with this dynamic. Nor would it wait.

Risa had almost made it back to the fork when it was there, in front of her: a thicket of tentacles rising out of the ground, waiting patiently for someone to walk by. They undulated softly, but made no movement towards her. That, she could do just fine on her own. It was an obstacle - one entirely up to her to face. Or at least, that's what 263 would say. But there was nothing behind her except a dead end. The only way forward was through the obstacle, and she only had one thing to offer to make it disappear.

Risa foolishly allowed herself a small sigh of relief when she noticed the tentacles accept her final offering of clothing. She departed the area at only a slightly-accelerated pace. After all, she didn’t really feel like giving the tentacles the chance to change their mind on the subject. As for her complete nudity, well... it certainly was a new experience. Even though she’d practically been naked for quite some time now, it felt surprisingly different to be totally, and truly naked in this strange place. The girl had never realized what a subconscious comfort her skirt provided to her until it was gone. There wasn’t any real regret it parting with the remains of the garment. Those wet, torn scraps weren’t worth taking an extra session of rape. However, it might have been worth it if the garment had been able to hold together a little better. That incident in the hedge had really been the unfortunate last straw, however.

All that said, Risa found herself covering up with just her bare hands as she walked. Keeping her arms close helped her feel a little warmer, and holding herself seemed to restrain her breasts from bouncing around distractingly. However, cupping a hand over her sex was making walking kind of awkward. As she walked, the perky-bodied teen experimented with positioning her arms and hands across her chest in different ways, or with one hand covering her sex. Nothing she tried felt comfortable. Before she could figure out the puzzle of dealing with her full nudity, she encountered a much more disastrous problem.

It was another obstacle, already placed before she could even reach the end of her current path. Worse, she’d not yet reached the fork either. The girl quickly realized that she’d been caught between two tentacle traps. She was out of clothes to offer to allow her to pass without getting assaulted in the process, so that only left one option. Risa took a couple of steps back, and quickly snapped her hands into place over her erogenous zones. She even turned her body halfway, prepared to bolt if the tentacles struck out at her from a distance. However, after a few, awkward moments, she realized the tentacles were just waving about lazily in place. Perhaps... this was a mistake? Well, it hardly seemed fair, after all... no, wait.

“Ohhh... you... fucking bastard,” Risa mumbled beneath her breath and blushed fiercely as she came to realize the monster’s intent. There was no point in backtracking. Even if she did, she wouldn’t get anywhere. She could try and attempt to climb one of the hedge walls, but considering that their branches had just torn her skirt like paper, that just didn’t seem like a great idea. Besides, there was no telling what the monster might do, or not do, if she seriously injured herself down here. That risk just wasn’t worth it, and the beast knew it just as well as the student did herself. No, the only possible route open to her was to go through the obstacle. In order to get through the obstacle, she was expected to give her body to it, literally. Well, fuck that!

Risa huffed angrily. No, she had to do this. She was going to have to do this every time in the future, too. This wasn’t her game, after all, it was his. These were his rules, and his game board. There was no way she was going to get around this mess, and if she had to step into the trap in order to get past it, then she just needed to suck it up and do it! The girl set her jaw with resolve, knowing that every moment she delayed, was just another moment longer from the point when she would finally escape this place. Risa took a single, tentative step forwards before her resolve crumbled to dust. Aaaggghh! She couldn’t do it! She couldn’t just give herself over to this thing, knowing what he was capable of doing to her body and mind! Willingly walking towards them, and watching their movements while they patiently waited for her arrival was an incredibly agonizing event.

The girl brought her shaking hands up to the sides of her head, her fingers stroking through her hair in a subconscious effort to calm herself down. She was losing it. She needed to get a grip. Her mind yelled at herself, “Get a grip, Risa!”

She turned away from the monster’s waving appendages, unable to even look at them without her skin crawling with horror. Her beautiful eyes closed, but she could still feel them slithering across her naked flesh. Her naked body squirmed and shivered as the horrible ghost sensations made her relive all her past horrors while at this monster’s mercy.

“Alluris... Get. A. Grip.” the girl spoke out loud in a steady, calm voice. She stopped shaking, and moved her hands back down over her chest. Hugging herself, she took in a slow breath, and then sighed it out just as slowly. With her back still turned to the monster’s tentacles, and her eyes still closed shut, Risa took a single backwards step towards the obstacle. Before her momentum could be halted, the girl took another step back, and then another and another. She refused to let her mind think about anything other than the movements of her legs. There were no consequences to her actions; there was only the actions themselves, existing within a void. Risa was walking backwards, and that was all she would allow herself to be concerned with.

263 watched from the bushes as Risa made her way back along the path. A dozen eyes tracked her from a dozen perspectives, all taking in as much of her lovely, perfect naked form as they could. The girl's pitiful attempts at modesty were truly amusing. It could see the sensibility in binding her breasts with her arms, and wrapping her body for warmth. But her hiding her nethers served no purpose but to try and shield her long-shattered dignity from the spying eyes. What a pitiful sight it made. She had no cover and no control, and yet she insisted on believing that her body was still hers', even though it had been raped senseless numerous times.

Well, no matter, 263 thought. Soon enough, she'd have to give up all claims to that control, and do so willingly. Sure enough, she soon approached the obstacle, and came to a halt. She reached the natural conclusion quickly, and began to rile at the implication. 263 felt the disgust and anger in her mind, but it cared very little. Whatever she felt, she was trapped. Her only way to proceed was to give herself to the tentacles, and surrender her notions of self-control. The tentacles watched patiently, waiting for her to move. She began several times, but kept breaking under the notion of being taken by the tentacles again.

Watching the girl falter at the prospect of her impending fucking was strangely satisfying to 263. It had raped her many times already, and this wouldn't be significantly different. And yet, the girl was so repulsed by the thought of being taken again, let alone of giving herself up of her own free will, that she couldn't bring herself to go through with it. She tried and tried to delay as long as possible, but finally she had to move.

That was when 263's amusement soured. The girl seemingly found a way, not to avoid the rape, but to avoid having to surrender herself to it. In a moment of clever guile 263 hadn't predicted, she turned her back to the tentacles, and began moving backwards towards them. In her mind, it could see that she had absolved herself of the consequences of her actions. She was only walking, and if she was raped again, it was 263's fault.

This made 263... angry. It had waited for this moment, perhaps with more anticipation than it had realized. It wanted desperately for her to have to surrender herself to it, to give up control of her body once and for all, accepting its possession of her. It owned her, it fucked her whenever it wanted. And when she came across it, she had no choice but to open her cunt and take it. This ruined all of that. It didn't matter if it was within the rules. It didn't matter if it still got to fuck her. This wouldn't stand. She wouldn't win. All that kept it from reaching out to her mind in wrath in that moment was a single thought - she would not win. It would crush her hope, as it had before. Let her have this small victory. Let her believe that she wouldn't have to choose to be fucked in this place. She was far from done here. She was going to be raped, a lot. And she would ask for it again and again before this was over. Let her believe she wouldn't.

And so, 263 allowed the girl to continue her trek backwards. At the very least, it would take this opportunity to enjoy the girl's body again. That delicious blonde bombshell never grew tiresome to ravish. One dainty foot moved behind the other, again and again, until finally the girl reached the edge of the tentacles. Her legs brushed past the extruding appendages as she moved backwards, but they remained still and allowed her to proceed, until she was in the center of the cluster. Only then did the nearest tentacle grab her left leg, coiling up its entire length quickly, binding it in place. Her right leg got the same treatment, and her movement was completely nullified.

Then the tentacles went to work, but slowly. If there was one way to nullify this small victory, it was to make the girl's body betray her, and 263 knew just how to do that. More tentacles extended towards the girl, spiraling up her legs. They stroked her skin softly as they climbed her legs, moving up and down their length. Several focused pressure on her inner thigh, starting to run like giant fingers across the sensitive surfaces, running up to her hips, and then back down to her knees.

As her lower body was slowly engulfed by tentacles, more reached up towards her chest. One tentacle quickly wrapped around each wrist. With a slow but firm power that she couldn't fight, her arms were pulled away from her chest and out to the side. They were pulled down until they were fully extended, but not so hard that she toppled over. Her full form was exposed, and the remaining tentacles quickly moved to take advantage.

First they came from below. More tentacles slithered up her legs and began to cup her shapely ass. They squeezed her firm cheeks in their shafts as they continued upwards, past her waistline. More tentacles joined in wrapping around her midriff, criss-crossing over her stomach as they worked towards her chest. Just as the tentacles below continued to rub her legs and thighs, these tentacles pressed firmly into her torso, caressing her soft, delicate skin inch by inch, slowly winding their way up. They moved with purpose, but not speed. Even as they brushed against the bottom of her breasts, they were more intent on feeling up every bit of her body than outright groping her.

Or so it seemed. A moment later, though, it became clear that the tentacles' perverted intent was still alive and well, as several slithered higher, and began to coil around her breasts. Once again, they wound slowly, working their way from base to nipple, squeezing and molding the soft mounds as they wrapped them in their clutches. As the tentacles ensnared both orbs entirely, they began to squeeze in alternating rhythms - first one, then the other. They weren't working alone, however. As they began to fondle Risa's breasts, several tentacles down below grew bolder, and snaked up from her thighs to her crotch. Slowly, they cupped her pussy, and as two began to push and rub against her labia, a third began to grind its length right into her slit, parting her lips. The three tentacles worked in tandem, slowly rubbing her and playing with her pussy as the other tentacles conquered the rest of her body.

Young Risa was far too naive to know the heap of trouble she’d just unknowingly enlisted herself into. All she had been trying to accomplish was to overcome her fear and revulsion of giving herself willingly to her captor. Without fully realizing what she’d done, Risa had actually defeated the significant purpose to which the monster had so carefully drawn out this game. Although she believed the entire reason for all of this was some elaborate scheme to get tentacles inside of her long-forgotten panties, that could happen at any time and place. This grand arena was purpose-built with the intention of getting this poor girl to willingly hand herself over to her inhuman master. Such an accomplishment would indeed be the crowning achievement thus far in the conquest over Risa’s spirit and body, but this time she’d narrowly avoided a complete checkmate. That didn’t mean the game was over for her, though. Oh no, not by a very long shot.

Indeed, if she’d proven anything just then, it was that the game wasn’t said and done just because she’d been stripped naked. Risa’s bright and enthusiastic spirit was far more tenacious than her lecherous, little body. For her to be pushed to the point that she’d willingly give herself over to someone as terrible as this monster, her spirit would either have to be beaten down into complete submission, or broken entirely. Again, this was not a necessarily difficult task in and of itself. The teenager wasn’t trained to withstand mental and physical torture. Her ability to rebound from terrible experiences were indeed exceptional, but her capacity to withstand such brutality was within normal human limits. The real trick would be breaking the girl’s will without losing those traits that made her such a delightful pet.

The lovely, sunny-haired angel continued to drift backwards step after step. Although her legs and arms could feel the brush of the monster’s tentacles, none of them made a move to ensnare her. Could she dare to hope that they were going to let her pass? She hadn’t received any sort of communication so far from the monster, either through his direct “voice” or the hallucinatory image of the senior girl that Risa was sure was some sort of virtual avatar with which the creature was somehow using to disturb or tease her. If she’d done something wrong, then certainly the monster would’ve wasted no time in exacting some form of perverse act of punishment upon her body. Had she somehow beat some sort of hidden puzzle or challenge in the manner with which she approached the obstacle?

Just then, a tentacle coiled about the girl’s slender, sexy calf. Ah, well, false alarm then. Risa gasped as the monster halted her movements by gently, yet authoritatively, coiling up either of the tall, pale pillars of flesh that composed the teen’s sculpted legs. She squeezed her arms tighter across her chest. It wasn’t with any sort of mistaken belief that she could actually bar access to her body in this manner, but was more symbolic that she was still a prisoner to these lewd advances, not a participant. At the sudden contact from several more tentacle tips against her lower legs, the girl allowed her feathery eyelashes to lift slightly so that she could peak her pretty, blue eyes at the scene developing below her. She shivered fiercely as the tentacles teased her toned leg muscles, and admired every soft curve on their slow way up her lower limbs.

Risa bit her lip to suppress a small moan as the tentacles glided up along her sensitive inner thighs. It was such a teasingly soft, yet lustful touch. Had the girl closed her eyes, she could’ve been fooled that she was experiencing the stroking fingertips of a caring lover. However, her eyes were open, and this thing was no lover of hers. This was all just a sly ruse to get her hot and bothered. She knew this much, but her ability to deny its effectiveness was something else entirely. The teen found something profoundly erotic in the motion of teasing her thighs and hips. The message transmitted by such a caress was obscenely blunt, and yet it was delivered in such a tastefully provocative manner that the girl found that it was impossible to deny it.

As though to keep her off-balance, Risa was suddenly shocked by the snap of tentacled flesh about either of her slender wrists. Shocked out of her pseudo-romantic reverie, the girl wriggled slightly and fought against the will of the tentacles. However, their strength was far superior to the human’s, and the helpless teen soon found her arms being pulled down to her sides. Risa’s breathing started to both quicken and deepen as her body began to awaken to the tell-tale signals of impending alien intercourse. Tossing her pretty head back, the teen squirmed within her bindings, pulling with each of her limbs in alternation. She whimpered pathetically as she felt multiple, serpentine lengths move up to feel up her perfectly-shaped ass.

As her butt was massaged by numerous coils of warm, tentacle flesh, Risa’s head snapped back down to observe the lengths climbing higher up along her midriff. She sucked in her smooth, flat stomach and pushed her chest upwards in an attempt to place her bosom out of reach of those dastardly lengths. Although she could no longer see them, Risa’s senses could clearly detect the steady climb of the slender tentacles as they roped over one another across her delicate skin. Even as this progressed, more tentacles continued to stroke and tease the young woman’s upper legs and hips in further teasing.

“Ahhhhhhhh!” Risa was forced to cry out in frustration as the living mesh of alien skin contact ignited the embers of her own feminine arousal trapped within her lower body. Fuck, this felt amazing! The teen was already sweating like a bitch in heat, and panting hard with unwanted excitement from all this taunting touching. Damnit, it wasn’t fair that he could tease her so gently and expertly like this, when all he wanted was to rape her like a maniac. Deep inside, she knew that all this perfect foreplay was an evil, corrupt lie fabricated for the sole purpose of tricking her young, naive body into cooperating with its perverted schemes. Still, even being firmly aware of that knowledge was of no help against this sinister influence that the monster was capable of projecting through these sorts of exceptional pleasure-play.

Hell, by the time she felt the first grazing touches against the soft, sensitive underswell of her feminine mounds, Risa fucking wanted that stimulation. The girl blushed crimson with shame at just having the thought, but nothing could help her to deny it. The bondage, the feverish stroking against her legs and the tight mesh across her midriff had set her girlish insides to boiling temperatures. With her grey-blue eyes glistening with the pure frustration of her forced-upon pleasure, Risa stared in disbelief and moaned softly to the sight and sensation of her gorgeous breasts being slowly enveloped in living ropes of coiling, alien muscle and sinew. The girl’s full, sensitive bust sang with the pleasure of being handled in this manner. The warm, firm flesh squeezed and slithered across her satin skin, possessing every inch of her breasts and kneading the supple mounds within their powerful coils. Within seconds, the teen’s pink nipples were rigid and straining for attention. With every gasping breath, Risa felt her chest strain deliciously against the tight, unyielding bondage of her feminine orbs. She panted and sweated with lust, but this wasn’t even the worst of it yet.

“Ah! f-Fuck! Ohhh god!” Risa stammered as she felt several tentacles move upwards from her legs to her feminine slit. Her petals were forcibly drawn open, revealing the moistened silk within. The agile, alien tips played along the girl’s pink flesh, sending electric shivers of pure ecstasy straight up her spine, and forcing the girl to arch slightly in response. Alien sex was so unfair! A girl couldn’t just shrug off getting expertly manipulated across her entire body all at once. Risa shivered and groaned in protest, but it was no use. She was drowning in constant pleasure input from every angle. In fact, this was all just too much, too fast. She could feel herself heating up way beyond just a preliminary warm-up. Oh no, she couldn’t do that! The stubborn teen bit her lip and clenched her fists in willful resistance to the building spike of heat within her lower region. No, she wouldn’t allow herself that misery and shame! She had to at least last a little longer; this was ridiculous! Ugh! No one should be capable of making a girl feel like this against her will!

“Ahhh... I’m g-gonna... gonnna... um... Oh fu-AHHHHHH!” Risa screamed, her eyes rolling back as she was completely overwhelmed by the incredible level of teasing all over her naked body. Her knees buckled in towards themselves, although they didn’t quite touch due to their restraints. Her empty love tunnel gushed hard onto the trio of tentacles painting her quivering slit with their tips. The girl’s hands flexed several times as she gasped for breath, as though she were drowning. Her eyes stared up into space as she tried to lose focus on the tide of pleasure that threatened to take control of her sensitive, shivering body. Holy fuck, this had to be a new speed record. Not that she was proud of it; quite the opposite, actually. After all, she had reached a place of zen just minutes ago. Maybe because of that, this sudden orgasm felt especially dirty to her.

263 had to admit: it was partially glad the girl had found this sneaky way around its ploy to force her to give herself up. It still wanted her to invite her own rape, yes. But watching her cling to her modesty as she told herself it wasn't her doing was undeniably sexy. The way she clutched her breasts so tightly in her arms only made it much more fun to pull them away, forcing her to expose herself. Her symbolic gesture of repulsion instead became a symbol of her own helplessness, and her inability to deter or avoid what was coming to her.

And it only got worse from there. The more the tentacles manipulated her, the more her body became a symbol not only of her inability to escape, but her body's lack of ability to resist its touch. All the telltale signs were there - her hardened nipples, her shaking legs, the growing volume of her gasps and pants and moans. Her face flushed with shame and arousal as the tentacles conquered more and more of her body, and it could feel her desire racing with her hormones. If anything, her body was heating up to a climax faster than ever before. This girl was truly becoming easy. 263 played her like a fiddle, and her subconscious programming kicked in immediately, preparing her to cum and be taken yet again.

Sure enough, soon the girl was gasping and cursing as her body tumbled irreversibly into a climax. The tentacles around her crotch continued to rub as they were showered in her pussy juices. Every tentacle on the girl's body persisted, refusing to let up on her pleasure spots, despite her release. 263 had taken over the reigns of her body again, and it planned to get a few more squirts out of her before it handed them back. However, that didn't mean that it had ignored the success of its plan. Chuckling to itself, the monster reached out to Risa's mind, even as it continued to molest her.

"Cumming. Already," it mocked her. "This. Is. Too. Easy." As it spoke, another tentacle crawled up her stomach, pressing between her breasts. It began to slide back and forth, slowly fucking her tits in a show of sexual dominance. "Again. And. Again. Your. Body. Begs. To. Be. Raped. It. Only. Seeks. To. Be. Penetrated. And. Filled. And. Fucked." Already, the tentacle between her lower lips was turning its attention upwards, right into her hole. "In. That. Case. I. Will. Oblige."

Firmly, the tentacle pressed into her center. In a few short seconds, it pierced her entrance and pushed its way inside. Its entrance was slower than some of the earlier penetrations, but its movement was resolute, not stopping until it had filled Risa's pussy completely. Without hesitation, it began thrusting in and out, powerfully fucking the girl's sex. Her inner walls gripped the tentacle's length tightly, squeezing it like an affectionate lover. Thanks to her earlier orgasm, however, there was plenty of lubricant along the length of her tunnel, and the tentacle had no problem sliding in and out of her hot, dripping hole.

"You. Still. Feel. Good. To. Fuck," the monster said, letting itself thrust just a bit harder. "This. Feels. Good. To. You. Too. Doesn't. It? You. Want. This. Inside. You." The tentacles still outside her sex began to rub faster against her labia, pressing against her swollen nether lips. As they worked her, another tentacle sliding around her thighs moved up, it's head pressing against her ass crack. All the while, the other tentacles worked her body over, groping and fondling and caressing her naked, sweaty skin.

Risa squirmed within the living mesh of her alien bondage as her orgasmic body continued to have its pleasure drawn out with merciless, continual stimulation directly to her pleasure centers. She gasped and panted breathlessly as every squeeze and stroke brought fresh waves of stimulation to crash against her electrified senses. Even as the tentacles teased out her unexpected zenith, the creature’s voice touched within her young, defenseless mind. The soundless words stung deep within Risa’s vulnerable thoughts, and her cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment at their truth. She gritted her perfect, white teeth, becoming well aware that with every encounter she seemed to be more sensitive to the monster’s sexual advances. If this was indeed true, then it held horrific connotations for the young beauty.

“Ah!” the teen’s shapely hips jumped in response to the lecherous touch against her womanly entrance, “No, wait! I’m not ready! Oh no, please... Ah! Ah! Auugh!” Blue eyes stared straight ahead at nothing in particular, wide with helpless terror. Her tentacle-covered chest lunged upwards as her body tried to pull its lower half up and away from the penetrating intruder, but to no avail. Those sassy hips continued to jerk electrically in response to every sensitive nerve that the tentacle hit as it slowly burrowed its way up into Risa’s hot, moist interior. A small cry escaped the teen’s pink lips when the tip caressed her cervix with intimate familiarity, only to turn into a sharp gasp as the tentacle began to dominantly thrust in and out of her love-slick sheath.

Delicate, human hands clenched into fists as the tentacle within the girl’s pussy began to give it to her harder. Risa winced visibly as the monster’s voice returned within her mind. His words continued to taunt her, but the teen found herself unable to come up with a reply. Instead, she could only shiver beneath the storm of pleasure that swept over her whole body. Everywhere, tentacles either pleasured her flesh, or were busy pleasuring themselves against her form. As her will withered before the undeniable force with which she was being taken, her body started to respond instinctively. The combination of the hard thrusting and the gentle, double-stroking against her sensitive, outer petals that caused her young hips to start rocking sensually in response. The girl did release a small cry of resistance when she felt a new intrusion poke between the voluptuous curves of her ass cheeks. Her cute sphincter clenched defensively in instinctive reaction, although she had not yet felt anything press there yet. Still, she was more than familiar enough with the monster’s dirty preferences. He wouldn’t touch her there unless he was up to something devious.

However, distractions were prevalent all over Risa’s gorgeous body. Strong, dextrous tentacles stimulated every inch of responsive skin that they could reach. It wasn’t just her erogenous zones, but all over her legs and torso too. Underneath all of that, there was still the subtle, secret excitement that stirred within Risa every time she felt her limbs strain uselessly against her restraints. Even now, she pulled uselessly against the tentacles that held her, biting her lip and moaning quietly as the sensation quickened her pulse into a chaotic frenzy of passion. Soon, she was hiding half of her face against her shoulder, while her whole torso rolled in accent to the erotic swing of her hips.