263 paid her pleas no heed as it penetrated her. "Your. Body. Is. Always. Ready. For. Me," it countered, immediately finding the proof in her dripping-wet sex. Her entrance barely even provided resistance as it filled her - only a tight, welcoming embrace. The tentacle stuffed her once more and began to pump. Soon, her own reactions only further proved her body's willingness to be taken, as she shook and writhed on its tentacles, more out of pleasure and lust than fear or suffering.

This was the pinnacle of satisfaction for 263's efforts. Walking the girl walk around the maze naked was intensely alluring, but that promising scene really only paid off now, when that same naked body was bouncing uncontrollably, impaled on its tentacles and fucked silly. Despite the binding coils, the girl's sizable breasts still bounced and shook from the rocking impacts of the cock rampaging inside her. But the most acute impact was inside her sex. With her body bound, the full force of the tentacle's thrusts transferred right into her center.

And then there was the tentacle teasing her rear hole. Risa was right to be wary of it, for 263 didn't intend to stop at only claiming one of her holes. Now that her body had surrendered so completely, it could rape whatever part of her it wished, and it would only add to her orgasmic lust. Soon, the tentacle was sliding between her cheeks, rubbing its length between her soft flesh.

But that meager amount of pleasure was not enough for long. Soon, the tentacle turned its attention inward, and pushed its head meaningfully against her anus. Once more, it began to secrete the girl's own cum from its skin, lubricating itself in a thin layer of her fluids. With the warm nectar coating it, the tentacle began to push inside her ass. The tight hole was difficult to penetrate at first, but soon it gave way, and the tentacle pushed in deep. It slithered farther and farther into her tighter hole, soon reaching as deep as it could go before it began to slide back out.

The two tentacles worked the young girl's holes in alternating tandem. Already they had picked up considerable speed and force, and were beginning to pound her supple body so forcefully that they practically lifted her from the ground by her fuck holes. Or rather, they would have, had she not been bound as she was. With her limbs held in place and her body wrapped in tentacles, her lower bod could only jerk and spasm, leaving her inner depths to receive the brunt of the pounding as the tentacles fucked her for all she was worth.

263 leered as it watched Risa spasming and twitching on its cocks. Her form was so ravishing, bound and screwed from below by its tentacles. "Your. Body. Looks. Best. Like. This," it complimented her. "Stripped. And. Fucked. Like. A. True. Slut."

Risa began to struggle as much as she could when the fucking became rough, and insistent. However, she remained held in place by her unrelenting prison of tentacles. She reeled and bucked, but nothing helped to ease the sensation of the monster hammering against her sensitive core. Each thrust hit with such force, that it reverberated between her hips. The savage treatment had the teen struggling just to breathe normally, as she gasped and yelped in response to the deep, feral pounding. It was a very primal display of dominance. The girl couldn’t stop the monster’s sexual deviancy, she couldn’t even slow him down. She was entirely helpless against his predatory hunger for her soft, feminine flesh. Even tightening her inner muscles proved a futile effort, as always. Rather than slow him down, the monster simply enjoyed a tighter fuck as his strength powered him straight through Risa’s every desperate measure.

That was not all the poor girl had to contend with, either. The tentacles on her bosom continued to massage her bouncing tits, while the particularly naughty member between her globes continued to thrust through the soft, warm valley made from her bound cleavage. Bound and held like this, Risa really felt like little more than a sex toy for this monster. She was an object perfectly designed to bring him pleasure; her own will made utterly insignificant before his undeniable dominance over her form.

As if to fully realize his control over his victim’s body, the monster gently stroked a single tentacle tip through the ultra-soft, invitingly warm cleft of Risa’s ass. The girl stiffened against that touch. Of all the things he did to her body, she hated that the most. She’d offered her chest to him before as a peace offering, and her forced orgasms were proof enough of the pleasure she received when he raped her sex, but if it were up to her, she’d never ever agree to anal. It made her feel really dirty, and it was somehow even worse when the monster forced himself on her there without her consent. Her blue-grey eyes widened in terror when she felt the tip press firmly against her sphincter. She clenched just in time to bar him entry. This, and her mouth, were the only places that she could effectively fight against the monster for a time. However, the girl suspected he rather enjoyed this aspect of raping her ass. It was a rather predictable struggle, after all. He could press against her without relent, but she could only keep her muscles tight for so long. Then, as she was forced to relax bit by bit, he would start to sink into her hole.

As soon as the tip had passed through her ring of muscle, the full strength of the tentacle pushed to bury itself impossibly deep inside of the teen’s tight rectum. The beauty threw her head back with a cry of anguish as she was conquered once more. Then the tentacles in her pussy and ass began to alternate thrusting hard and deep into their victim. Risa had struggled just to receive the savagery within her delicate pussy, and so she was completely overwhelmed when she was forced to receive this new penetration. Her lower body struggled as it could, but it was not nearly enough to offset the force with which she was being treated. Hot tears of frustration and pain stained her flushed cheeks as her voice yelped and gasped in response to the powerful, merciless rape.

Risa ducked her face away when the monster’s voice touched her mind once again, trying to hide her features behind a veil of her own strawberry-blonde hair. Although his words were ones of praise, they contained the unmistakable, inhuman malice that she had come to know him for. However, it was the very last word that struck her deepest. “Slut.” That word held special significance to Risa. It embodied her deepest fears concerning herself lately. Physically unable to form a response, the girl just shook her head in denial, but was also careful to keep her face hidden. There was something else bothering her. Something other than the twin thrusts alternating between her pussy and her ass, something deeper than the alien’s words that smoldered in her mind. It was something that she could only fight for so long, and it was about to find its way out past the chains that she was trying to keep it bound by. However, right at that moment, it was really not the right time for it to be set free. It was that word. That word that shamed her, and made her feel so incredibly guilty over every bit of pleasure that she felt, no matter how much she didn’t want to feel it.

Suddenly, the thing she had been fighting against broke free. Risa hid her face as best she could. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming out, but she could only hide so much. Her flat, smooth stomach fluttered wondrously, and deep inside of herself, she felt her sex clench and spasm chaotically out of control. Simultaneously, her womanly passage released a cascade of sweet, feminine nectar, which swiftly coated the surface of the already-glistening tentacle ravaging her pink sheath. She somehow managed to hold her breath through the worst of it, but then had to gasp loudly as she was forced to gulp fresh air into her burning lungs. Trying to hide something so obvious was futile, and she knew that, but she couldn’t just accept what such a reaction seemed to emphasize about herself. She wasn’t a slut! She wasn’t! She shook her pretty head once again, denying it to everyone, even herself. No, this was just a slip in her control. Ultimately, she had control over herself. This monster could bind and shame her body, but she was still the master of her own self! She just had to get a grip, like earlier! She just had to clear her mind, and transcend this experience. She didn’t really know if she could do it, but she had to try. The girl just couldn’t accept that title for herself. Until she’d exhausted every option, she couldn’t just let this thing call her a slut. There had to be some way for her to prove him wrong!

As Risa rode the tentacles passionately penetrating her sex, the monster's eyes began to emerge from the bushes. Slowly, the floated closer, examining the nude, bouncing girl from every angle. 263 had meant what it said - the girl was infinitely delectable to watch as she was splayed nude and fucked senseless. Her glorious tits bounced with the shocks of the thrusts into her tight body, almost as hard as her hips shook. Her midriff twisted and writhed in unwanted pleasure, begging for more at the same time that it struggled to accommodate the thrusting mass. Her slender limbs were pulled uselessly to the side, stretched in a testament to her own rape-welcoming helplessness. Her flowing golden hair bounced with the rest of her body, draping over her face that she hid from sight. But though her face was blocked, the deep flush of her cheeks was unmistakable, proving her shame and her arousal. The eyes could see her mouth hang agape, practically begging to be filled like the rest of her holes. But 263 refrained, letting her gasp and cry out.

But as good as it looked to fuck her, it felt even better. The girl's body gyrated to a constant torrent of unwanted pleasure, rubbing her body against the tentacles inside her in ever-changing ways and angles. Her pussy shook and clenched with reflexive, instinctual desire to be pounded. And though the girl may have wanted nothing to do with tentacles in her anus, it didn't change the fact that that hole was so delightfully tight and soft, yielding almost as willingly as her cunt to the deep probing. 263 even enjoyed the feeling of her limbs pulling futilely against their bindings, whether in conscious resistance, or from the sheer movement of her body as she was fucked on unrelenting alien cocks.

And she got even better once she came again. Her body shook with visible passion, contorting and writhing as she released another torrent of cum onto the tentacles that pillaged her body. Her walls gripped the tentacle ever more tightly, and even her sphincter seemed to clench harder as she rode her orgasm. The girl tried to hold back the sounds of her pleasure, but it wasn't long at all before gasps and moans slipped through. Those sounds were sweet music to 263.

"Another. Climax," the beast taunted into her mind. "So. Happy. To. Get. Fucked." Yet, even as the girl came herself and moaned sensually, 263 could feel her holding something back. It saw her hiding her face against her shoulder, trying to endure the shame. It knew exactly what she was feeling, and it was precisely what it wanted. She could assure herself all she wanted. But how could she really claim to be in control when her body begged for more, and rewarded it every time? There was no more escaping the truth for her than there was escaping this fate.

"Being. Raped. Suits. You," the monster sneered psychically at her. "Your. Body. Begs. For. It. ... Doesn't. It?" A tentacle suddenly leaped forth and wrapped around her neck. It didn't squeeze her tightly, but it wrapped firmly enough that it forced her head away from her shoulder. The tentacle's tip pressed against her chin, forcing her head towards the nearest tentacle, which floated closer. "Admit. It. You. Want. To. Be. Grabbed. And. Defiled. Like. This." As the monster spoke, the tentacles started to pound faster into her. Their motions were remorseless, keeping the teenager constantly stimulated and hoisted on the penetrating penises filling her young body.

Risa’s toes curled and twisted in the cold grass below, as her body continued to be sexually assaulted straight through her forced ecstasy. This sort of treatment wasn’t anything new, but the teen had yet to get used to the effect that it had on her orgasms. Her delicate fingers clawed the air in silent agony, and her long, sculpted legs jerked in an instinctual attempt to snap closed whenever the thrusting tentacle in her sex hit an especially sensitive spot. The girl’s entire body was a display of sweet, forced seduction. She struggled blindly against the sensations, but ultimately she only made herself weaker from the effort. Her young, silky voice filled the pathway with her sensual gasps and grunts of pure ecstacy.

Although the girl had tried to hide it, the monster had detected Risa’s second, sexual release with ease. The creature was quick to turn the young woman’s pleasure against herself, using taunting, accusatory words to rub it in her face. The lovely teenager struggled and squirmed breathlessly beneath the verbal and physical assault, unable to fight back against either angle of attack in her current state. The worst part about the monster’s horrible statements was that they cut open and exposed her greater fears, without giving her any ground to argue against him. Risa was simply left undeniably aware of just how lustful her body was. She was utterly revolted by her body’s betrayal of her own will, and yet she remained completely powerless to change that part of herself. If anything, it felt more like that part of her was growing stronger every time she was forced upon by her monstrous assailant. That did not bode well at all for the girl, and she shivered intensely at the thought.

Her brief, grim introspection was suddenly and violently interrupted then. Simultaneously, her neck was snatched and coiled by a tentacle, and the members inside of her still-sensitive pussy and clenched ass started to pound away even faster than before. Risa was able to let out a meek cry against the overwhelming stimulation she was being forcibly given by the double penetration below. However, she went rigid with fear when the tentacle about her neck pushed its tip against the bottom of her pointed chin, and forced her to notice another tentacle floating closer to her face. Risa’s beautiful eyes widened with terror, and her upper body jerked reactively as she desperately tried to pull away from the approaching tentacle.

“Nn-nnn! Nn! Nnn! Mmmmph!” Risa pursed her lips stubbornly, and tried to shake her head. However, the dual points of control that the first tentacle held against Risa’s neck and chin held her pretty face in the exact position that the monster desired. And even though she’d closed her lips to bar the monster entry, the teen could immediately feel her lungs burning for air. Her cute, slender nostrils flared as they tried to compensate, but she just couldn’t bring in enough oxygen for her overworked body-in-distress. Before the tentacle got too close, Risa was forced to take a big gasp of air, and then she snapped her lips closed again. She knew her resistance was childish, and ultimately futile, but damnit, she did not want to have to give this thing oral on top of everything else! Her shoulders wriggled adorably as she tried to squirm away, her chin lifting higher to try and escape the tentacle pressed firmly to her chin, only to have it follow her movements easily to maintain control. Worst yet, the girl felt her pulse race even more with unwanted excitement at this touch below her chin. For some dark, unexplainable reason that the teen could not possibly fathom, she instinctively loved that touch! As her pulse raced, her body burned intensely for more oxygen, and the girl quickly found herself backed into a corner. She wordlessly whined her protest once again, trying to appeal to some non-existent aspect of the monster’s better nature.

263 watched the girl squirm with increasing delight and satisfaction. Its tentacles continued to fuck her wildly, indulging every lustful desire it felt as it watched her young, sexy body writhe and twist in its erotic display. The unwanted pleasure was thick within her mind, and waves of it mixed in 263's senses with the pleasure of drilling her tight holes. 263 didn't bother to share its own experiences this time. For its own sick reasons, it felt that it was enough for the girl to feel her own body's excitement as her holes were stretched and pounded in the endless, relentless assault. Her third hole remained unclaimed so far, but it decided to rectify that.

Only the girl resisted letting the monster take her mouth. As the tentacle approached, she clenched her jaw and pursed her lips. She was no longer able to turn her head, but she still did her best to deny access to the tentacle seeking entrance. This plan seemed to backfire quickly, as it deprived the girl of her main source of oxygen, and forced her to rely on a backup which simply wasn't cutting it. As fast as she was moaning and whimpering cutely, being fucked was burning through her oxygen fast. She opened her mouth to take one gasping breath, but closed it before 263 could take advantage. Still, that little victory wasn't enough. Her body shook in a none-too-unpleasant manner as she struggled to keep up with her own needs. 263 could tell that she would need to take another breath again soon.

But waiting wasn't its style. The only thing that even kept it from forcing her mouth open and shoving the tentacle down her throat at that moment was a stronger desire to see her present herself. But there were other, faster ways to get her to open her mouth, and it already had its tentacles in two of them. The appendages fucking her started to hammer even faster and harder, shoving into her sensitive tunnels with their long girths. Her body was spread even more roughly than it had been before.

As the first of the new set of stronger thrusts crashed home deep inside of Risa’s lean, supple body, the girl’s eyes bulged and teared immediately. Her lips quivered, as her entire figure shook helplessly before the power of the monster’s insistent lust. The tentacle coiled about the girl’s slender neck would feel her throat swallow and convulse as it forced down a scream of agony. The monster’s trapped victim was well aware of her immediately-impending defeat. She turned her gaze towards the eye stalks hovering and watching her from afar. Her glare silently transmitted her hatred to the monster until, just a few seconds later, she was unable to withhold her body’s demands any longer.

Fresh tears of hopelessness were shed as the beauty’s soft, pink lips parted wide open to suck in one big gasp of fresh air before she was plugged up. The teen’s cute, little tongue rolled out like a welcome mat, although the girl actually intended to try and use the muscle to slow the monster’s advance. Every partial second that she bought just might give her that much more air. Risa suspected that it was that threat of asphyxiation which caused her to so loathe and fear her forced oral sessions with the monster’s tentacles. Well, that, and the way they completely violated her throat, which never failed to give her that feeling of being something subhuman. Also, she was not a fan of the way they force-fed her buckets of alien cum straight into her stomach. That was the sort of diet she’d never willingly sign up for, no matter what sort of figure it might promise her. So, overall, the entire experience of being orally raped by monstrous tentacles just didn’t really agree with Risa.

However, willing or not, she’d now opened this final fuck-hole in open invitation to the alien violator. Not that this was the only sensation that she had to contend with, either. After all, it was now utterly impossible to ignore the members ravaging her from below. Even though she couldn’t see either of them, the girl could distinctly tell their exact positions as they drilled up into her supple form with a strength that pushed at her human limitations. Out of pure instinctual reaction, Risa’s velvet pussy stroked and caressed the madly-thrusting alien appendage in a distinctly feminine milking set of motions. Her pert, tight ass almost seemed to try and mimic this reaction, as her sphincter clenched rhythmically while her internal walls pushed and hugged the inhuman length of flesh that filled her from behind.

All across the surface of the young woman’s body, more tentacles stimulated every inch of sensitive, receptive skin. Although it was impossible for the girl to track every individual attention given to her lovely form, she was constantly aware, on some level, of each and every sensation that these teasing appendages created. Even the tentacles doing nothing more than simply restraining her form supplemented the student’s sexual experience. It all added together within the girl’s body and mind, both the intense sensations and the subtle ones. Nothing went truly ignored. As good as the monster was at giving his victim pleasure, Risa was in turn just as good at receiving it. So even as her mouth now hung agape and vulnerable for the taking, the teen was well aware and subconsciously reacting to the storm of input pouring into her from every corner of her being.

There was that glare again. 263 found that hateful glare... beautiful. Alluring. Infinitely sexual. Maybe it was because it told 263 just how much the girl didn't want this, how much she wanted to resist, and yet she was utterly unable to protect herself from it. Or maybe it was because that glare inevitably broke, and turned into a slutty, lustful grimace of unwanted pleasure as it fucked her anyway. Sure enough, her stony stare only lasted for a moment, before she was forced to relent and open her mouth, taking in a deep breath.

But the tentacle defied her expectations, and remained exactly where it was, floating patiently in front of her. As inviting as the young girl's pretty pink mouth was, 263 had already won it. The moment her mouth had become available, it had achieved what it truly desired - control. "So. Easily. Controlled," it sneered. It could have taken her mouth right then and there, and she hadn't been strong enough to stop it. "You. Gave. Me. Your. Mouth. ... And. I. Reject. It." The other tentacles pistoning into her kept up their pace. "Gasp. And. Moan. And. Scream. All. You. Want, Slut. ... And. Remember. How. I. Could. Have. Taken. Even. More."

Even more tentacles had been waiting patiently around her, sticking up from the ground and swaying softly, but not moving. But as 263 spoke, many of them turned towards Risa, and floated forward. Some of them constricted her form further, wrapping tightly around her body and holding her in place. After a moment, they even began to subtly lift and drop her in time with the tentacle thrusting into her pussy. Others began to caress her skin, skating over her arms and legs and midriff, or wrapping under her chin and behind her ears. Inch after inch of the girl's sensitive skin was attended to by new tentacles, lightly stroking her or roughly handling her frail body.

But none of it was as rough as what was happening inside her. Although the tentacle had left her final hole untouched, the two already in use were not getting off so easy. The tentacles began to twist as they thrust, stretching her tunnels wider in undulating patterns. All the while, they fucked her deep and hard, pounding relentlessly against her inner limits. Tentacles wrapped around her precious breasts squeezed tightly to augment the stimulation, and the tentacle titfucking her thrust fast and true, giving her a good secondary indicator of just what her insides were going through.

For all her resistance and hateful glares, every inch of the girl's slutty body seemed to be on fire and begging for more. Every hole gripped its tentacles as if it were trying to milk the cum out of them to fill her up. Her body was so hot that 263 could feel it in her skin. Her body twisted against its restraints, more from intense, uncontrollable pleasure than resistance. And the harder its tentacles drilled her, the faster it could feel her rocketing towards yet another orgasm.

Time seemed to hang in a suspended state for a few moments. Risa’s sweet mouth hung open and unintentionally inviting to her monstrous captor, while she gasped in desperately for air to fill her burning lungs before that ability was taken from her. However, the seconds continued to pass without any interference to her breathing. It wasn’t until the monster’s disembodied voice hissed inside of the girl’s own head that she came to fully understand what his intentions had actually been. While she had been naively innocent of the small victory she had obtained over the monster when first faced with this obstacle, her captor was quick to rub her face in this failure. The creature’s vicious words cut like razors, and Risa felt her willpower shrivel beneath his attack.

The captive teen felt blood rushing to her cheeks out of pure embarrassment. She turned her glistening eyes away from the monster’s eye stalks, not wanting to look at him. Inside of her mind, she wrestled with the issue against herself. Had she really given herself to him of her own free will? Hadn’t he forced her, or at least coaxed her? She’d opened her mouth in order to breath, not out of any desire to give her mouth to him. Then again, she’d done so knowing fully what the monster intended. A part of her had indeed surrendered itself to him at that moment. That had not been forced from her by the monster, or coerced. She’d given in of her own free will, even if it was just that small part of her. Maybe he was right; maybe she was a slut.

The monster wasted no time to further capitalize on his advantage of the situation. In her weakened state, Risa became even more physically receptive to stimulation, and that’s exactly what she received. With her head still tilted up, she didn’t get to see the new wave of tentacles approach her unprepared body. When they touched her en masse, it generated a body-wide phenomenon of erotic stimulation. The girl gasped at first, but then groaned loudly as she felt all the new feelers get to work constricting, stroking and teasing every possible inch of her flesh. She knew that she couldn’t possibly hope to handle this level of stimulation. Worse than that, however, was that there was no way for her to struggle against it anymore. Although her muscles flexed, her body could no longer move even an inch in any direction. She was now completely under the monster’s control. A familiar sensation of powerlessness fell over the young woman, and it empowered something dark and evil stirring within her lower body.

Deep within the recesses of her hot love-holes, Risa was about to experience yet another dynamic to her brutal fucking. The tentacles thrusting into her began to twist and undulate within her tight confines, rubbing themselves powerfully against her sensitive inner walls. The additional sensations this created had profound effects on the girl, as her young mind struggled to process all the stimulation that she was receiving continuously from all over and inside of her body. Combined with the primal, savage rate at which he moved inside of her, and it was way too much for her to withstand for any length of time. Soon enough, her gasps for breath were shaking feverishly as she was completely overwhelmed with sexual stimulation.

She could feel her body racing like a bolt of energy straight up to the pinnacle. It held there for a moment, and allowed her to survey the chaos that beset her body from every angle. It was as beautiful as it was terrifying to behold, and she was utterly helpless to prevent any of it. There was the sensation of a strange calmness, which naturally came to her along with the feeling of being completely helpless and totally restrained; a sort of freedom that she experienced right then, which allowed her to gently close her crying eyes and let herself fall over the edge and into the abyss. Her body arched only very slightly, but the tentacles wrapped over her body would intimately feel every orgasmic spasm, erotic shiver and each quivering muscle as the girl reached her peak once more. She screamed loudly in release, over and over in helpless, undeniable ecstasy. Her toes curled so tightly that it ripped up the grass beneath her feet. Both of Risa’s occupied holes squeezed intensely in reaction to her sexual bliss, while her tamed pussy gushed a flood of her sweet nectar all over the vile union between girl and monster. It was as hard an orgasm as she’d ever experienced, and it just seemed to go on and on for an eternity, fed like a burning, raging flame by the constant fuel of pleasure felt over every inch of her soft, feminine skin.

263 felt the girl submit to its taunting in her mind. She began to question everything about her will, her ability to resist, everything that she clung to to tell herself that it wasn't her fault, that she didn't invite this inhuman rape on herself. It was almost silly that she clung to any such delusions at all, given how many times it had brought her to orgasm in this last day alone. And yet, even so it felt her will continue to find new ways to break. Maybe it was the rape itself that did this to her. Perhaps her brain was normally able to rationalize her guilt away with whatever she told herself, and assure herself that she wasn't a slut. Every time it fucked her, that confidence broke and faded the more it aroused her to the point of orgasm. But as soon as it stopped, she was right back to her old excuses.

Still, 263 didn't much care what she told herself. Watching her break and weep as it bound her and had its way with her helpless, eager body was too much fun to question. All it cared about now was pounding her trapped, vulnerable, luscious body as hard as it could. Its tentacles rushed into her tight, inviting holes, spreading them wide with fast, hard thrusts. The tentacle in her pussy hammered home, ramming her cervix furiously as she began to cum again. Her delectable juices flowed down the shaft of the beast as it ravaged her remorselessly. It could feel the girl's orgasm grip her young body and not let go, and it offered no pause or respite to release her. On and on it continued to fuck her as she came, enjoying the added tightness of her yielding body brought on by her climax.

Finally, as its tentacles continued to caress her skin and plunder her tight, wet depths, 263 decided to fill the girl and release her once more, throwing her back to the endless torment of the maze. The tentacles inside her began to hammer furiously into her holes as it felt hot tension course through its tentacles ahead of its orgasm. The tentacle that had been thrusting up between her soft, supple breasts suddenly sprang up, forcing its way into her mouth with unpredictable swiftness. It pushed its way deep into the girl's throat, starting to thrust in the hole it had previously promised not to intrude upon. But with its orgasm so close, all bets were off. It thrust nearly to her stomach, matching pace with the other tentacles. The triple-penetration continued unabated, until finally the tentacles embedded themselves deep in the girl's body.

Then came the familiar feeling of the tentacles pulsing and squirming. Within seconds came the squirts and waves of hot, thick tentacle jism rushing into her holes, filling her womb until she began to swell and sitting heavy in her stomach and her colon. Her body was painted from the inside out, marked with a slut's colors as she was used as the tentacles' cum dumpster for a whole minute. More and more seed flowed into her, until her body could hold no more, and it slowly began to dribble out of her holes and run down her thighs. The whole time, the tentacles binding her kept her held still, and the ones caressing her skin continued their soft, almost sensual treatment. It might have been possible to think of them as a lover's touch, were it not for the ultimate defilement her body was experiencing as it was filled with the creature's sex juices.

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ooohh f-fuuuck meee!” Risa screamed and cursed while her body sweated and spasmed chaotically in the fleshy, unyielding grip of the monster’s tentacles. By now, she was delirious from over-stimulation and the primal, sexual pleasure of being fucked like an animal- no worse, fucked like a madman’s sex toy. Her gorgeous body was held completely immobile and helpless as she came like a moaning whore all over her rapist’s alien cock-lengths, even as she trembled from the pain, fear and humiliation of it all. Even as every last part of the beauty screamed and struggled in a desperate plea to stop the direct stimulation of her hypersensitive zones, she remained stuck into place as the monster continued to fuck her young, tight holes straight through her feminine ecstasy.

“Errrgh! Uuuhhnnn! Ahhh! Ahhh-hnnn!” as the girl continued to moan and scream in a sexual frenzy, her eyes wept hot tears, while drool and froth began to slip out of the edges of her pretty, pink lips. Amidst her feral cries of unwanted pleasure, and guttural calls of feminine frustration, the sound of the grass ripping could just barely be heard as the girl’s toes tore savagely at the soft blades below her feet. This proved to be the only outlet that the teen had to vent her aggravation over her powerless situation. Although her lean, feminine muscles continued to flex and pull at her constricting bonds, she couldn’t get any other part of her body to move even an inch one way or another. However, her rebelliousness was about to receive a reckoning that would break her spirit fully.

With a sudden surge, there was suddenly a tentacle driving hard into Risa’s mouth. Before she even knew what was happening, the beast was bullying its way down her slender throat, which bulged obscenely as it was forced to accommodate the alien girth. The girl’s loud, passionate cries ceased immediately, replaced only by a single, meek whimper. When she finally figured out what was going on, Risa tried to work with the monster, so that she could coax him to withdraw just enough for her to breathe. She tried sucking, licking and swallowing the length within her, but the monster seemed lost in his own passion. Instead, the tentacle thrust down to a sickening length, truly testing Risa’s gag reflexes to their most extreme limitations. It wouldn’t have mattered even if she lost her resolve, however; she was completely throat-clogged, so there wasn’t any risk of anything coming up.

For a short while, Risa was simply held in place while the tentacles molested her soft skin, and triple-fucked her perfect body with a pace and strength that had the girl pressed to her human limits. The teen was utterly paralyzed by this inhuman treatment of her body, unable to bring herself even to attempt to struggle as she was overwhelmed by the monster’s inconsiderate savagery. Without any further warning, the tentacles all struck like rigid spears into the girl’s three, tight holes. Risa managed one more long, muffled whimper of protest as she felt the tentacles wriggle inside of her in that horrible, yet familiar display. Ultimately, she knew there was nothing that she could do to stop what was coming.

Her body jerked within the living web of tentacles as the first spurts were released within her love-tunnels. Then as the triple lengths began to fill her up in earnest, Risa stiffened bodily. Her eyes bulged as she felt the thick, viscous jism flood her insides to capacity within seconds, and then continue to come further in roiling waves of alien ejaculation. Once-lovely, blue-grey eyes rolled back slowly into their sockets as Risa was forced to take yet more and more monster spunk into her quivering insides. Unable to feed her muscles any more oxygen, the teen’s soft body fell completely limp within the monster’s embrace, so that she was held in place entirely by his own strength. Even still, the bestial creature showed not even a hint of mercy as he continued to force every last drop of his vile cream within his victim’s luscious, receptive form.

After an impossible length of time, the monster was still cumming into Risa’s hot, teenage body. By now, she’d reached even her most extreme levels of capacity, and love-goo now finally spilled out from around the points of their vile union. All throughout this hellish finale, the creature’s restraining tentacles took to petting and stroking their captive with loving gentleness. In a desperate bid to keep her sanity, Risa reached out and clung mentally to those soft, teasing touches all over her sensitive, shivering figure. Her brain had retracted into a lizard state, simply reacting by instinct to her surroundings. Without even thinking, the girl gently squeezed her inner muscles to aid in milking the last of the monster’s cum out of his three hoses. Her slender, tiny nostrils flared in a desperate, useless attempt to bring air into her suffocating lungs, even as darkness crept in slowly over her exhausted, burnt-out mind.

As the monster finally finished inside of his victim, the girl struggled at the very brink of consciousness. She was no longer fully aware of her surroundings, and floated at the edge of a dark, bottomless abyss. Risa found herself powerless against the gravity that pulled her slowly, inexorably down and over that lip into oblivion. Even as her mind faded into unconsciousness brought on by her exhaustion, her body continued to suck and squeeze until she finally went completely limp. Her brain had forced her into a deep slumber in a final bid to escape her hopeless predicament, and attempt to reset both her mind and body through an emergency, restful recovery.

If there was ever a perfect blend of sexual reluctance, vulnerability, and deeply-rooted subconscious desire, this girl must have been it. Every waking thought she had couldn't stop her third orgasm, and once it hit her, she was consumed by it. 263 didn't have to touch her mind to know the mixture of euphoria, exhaustion, and utter frustration she was feeling at that moment, as its tentacles drilled into her erotic, climaxing body. It was clear as day on her face, even to a creature that only knew of faces from second-hand experience. And was that look ever delectable. Watching her struggle - both of them knowing she had no chance to escape or resist the creature's insatiable appetite for her divine sexual treasures - was one of the things that made her so much fun to rape over and over and over. It must have fucked her to orgasm dozens of times by now. But even now, every time it took her was an exciting experience, and a thrill to every sense it possessed.

The only thing more satisfying than watching her flail and grunt and weep in frustration from being spread wide and drilled into cumming, was just how good that spreading and drilling felt to the monster. Every thrust and twist inside her tight passages was rewarded with a tight grip and a writhing body. The entire considerable length of every sexual encounter with her was sheer satisfaction, but few singular moments were more gratifying than when it came inside her. The amount of cum in released into her how was a testament to that. It poured the hot, thick ooze into her holes like it was trying to fill a hollow shell of a person. It held no regard for her natural limits, pumping more and more into her even as she became comfortably full, then uncomfortably full. As it began to ooze out of her, the tentacles thrust slowly inside her, relishing the feeling of sliding against her inner flesh with such lubrication.

As the tentacles slowly began to reach the end of their flowing orgasm, 263 could feel the girl's mind start to grow fuzzy and fade. It was vaguely aware that the tentacle in her throat had cut off her oxygen. However, at the moment, it was far too lost in the hum of its orgasm to correct the problem. Slowly, it felt the girl slip into the black, but it remained exactly where it was, until every drop of its release had been spent and forced into her nubile young body. Even then, a moment passed as 263 enjoyed the feeling of still being inside her, with her tight holes wrapped around its tentacles.

Finally, it began to set her down. First, the tentacles floating around the girl and stroking her skin retracted into the earth. Shortly after, the tentacles binding her limbs and body released her, leaving her suspended entirely by the appendages inside her lower body, and held upright by the one in her throat. 263 took a moment to appreciate the sight of the girl basically being lifted by her pussy, but the excitement was diminished by her unresponsiveness to its taunting. Finally conceding to release her, the tentacles slowly lowered her backwards, until she lay against the grass. Finally, they withdrew from her worn and saturated holes, leaving her with only the massive amounts of cum inside her.

From there, 263 was left to decide what to do with the girl. At first, it planned to return her to the fountain in the center of the maze, and leave her to rest until she recovered, then force her to start again. But as its tentacles moved towards her to lift her, it paused. By its own rules, the fountain was the girl's safe zone. If it placed her there, it wouldn't be able to touch her again at least until she woke, and it had no idea when that might be. Should it really have to be so patient as it waited for her to regain consciousness.

At that, 263 had a much more devious idea. Perhaps it would just leave her right where she was, and pass the time with her body's bountiful treasures until she was fit to resume her quest to escape. With that prospect available, it wasn't even a debate. Almost immediately, several tentacles began to snake from the hedges, over the grass towards the sleeping girl's naked form. These tentacles were softer, and more sensitive than 263's normal appendages, allowing the monster to more thoroughly enjoy her delicate features. Though it had developed these new tentacles some time ago, it hadn't had a chance to use them for fear of them being damaged by a thrashing, resistant student. But with Risa incapacitated, it seemed like a perfect opportunity to experiment. As they reached her, two of them slithered up the sides of her body, rubbing against her soft, pale skin. They quickly made their way to her chest, and began to lightly coil around her breasts.

If 263 could breathe, it would have groaned to itself. This was the first time it had felt the girl's soft, warm mounds so... directly. It began to squeeze her breasts likely, rolling and molding the perky orbs of titflesh, feeling them compress and bulge under its touch. The tips pressed against her nipples and twirled them, slowly. As they squeezed, the tentacle coils began to slide up and off her breasts in an all-encompassing stroking motion, before returning to wrap around her again. The monster's pace was slow and unhurried. Unlike the hard and brutal fucking it had given her moments ago, its purpose now was simply to pass the time enjoying the carnal charms of her body. However, its eyes were already turning towards her cum-drenched slit, and another tentacle was working its way closer.

Risa’s fainting spell proved to be quite tenacious, as it held firmly even when the monster momentarily turned her body into a cock-puppet. As her limp body was laid back against the damp bed of grass behind her, the teen’s body fell loosely into a resting position on the ground and remained there motionlessly. The only change came when the tentacle in her throat finally retreated, and Risa’s perfect breasts slowly began to rise and fall with the instinctive intake of fresh air. Her head rolled softly to one side, framed by her citrus-golden hair and drooling a tiny stream of alien cum out of the corner of her loosely-parted lips. On the inside of one of her sex-stained thighs, a single muscle twitched in mad, frenzied repetition, caught in the lingering echoes of the mind’s sudden withdrawal. The little spasm wasn’t enough to actually move any part of the leg, but the twitch continued for a little while before it was finally corrected by the girl’s unconscious will.

The first, stroking touches that moved along the sides of Risa’s sleek, pale torso went without any reaction from the sleeping female. She was out for good, barring any truly violent methods of waking her. Still, just because her brain was asleep, didn’t mean her body was entirely out of commission. As the tentacles alighted upon those soft, creamy domes upon Risa’s chest, her feminine mounds very slowly reacted to the direct stimulation. As their sensitivity grew, it showed through the subtle transformation in the shape and texture of her nipples, which hardened and shrunk into tiny, delectable, bite-sized nuggets of pink flesh. The girl’s breathing deepened just slightly to accommodate this reaction, and within her young, resting mind, she was distantly aware of the fragrant smell of spring rain, and noticed a soft hue of pink outlining the engulfing blackness of the void that surrounded and permeated her microcosm of faux-reality.

The girl's body really was a wonder. Her consciousness was so far gone that 263 couldn't even sense her thoughts anymore. Whatever she may or may not have been dreaming in her near-coma, she had at least achieved an escape from the monster's tentacled clutches for now. And even still, her body reacted instinctively to the its touch. Her slowly hardening pink nipples were proof of her hardwired response to its stimulation. And as her breathing began to grow slightly deeper, her breasts rose and fell, pushing against the tentacles that wrapped around her ample mounds. How delicious her breasts looked, shivering faintly as the tentacles toyed with their supple mass. Some idle part of 263's mind vaguely wondered how many other creatures, human or not, had even seen these beautiful treasures exposed before. And here, it had been playing with them all day.

Then again, that wasn't all it was interested in playing with. The girl's prone, unresponsive form was perfectly vulnerable to any kind of toying it might like to partake in with her, and there was one part of her above all others it reveled in claiming. Slowly, a tentacle slid over the grass towards her lower body, angling its head like a serpent. As it drew closer, it lifted its tip and pointed straight at her pussy, still stretched and leaking from their last rut. Lying asleep like this, Risa's body was an open invitation for anything to leap into her hole and enjoy her tight walls as freely as it wished. And 263 would accept that invitation eagerly, if not gratefully.

The tentacle pressed itself against Risa's still-swollen lips, and slid up and down her slit a few times, enjoying the feeling of her soft folds stroking its skin. But it wouldn't sit still to sample her for long. Almost immediately, its head began to push into her entrance. Somehow, her hole still offered some resistance, but with a bit of pushing and wiggling, the tentacle penetrated her, and began to push its way into her tunnel. It moved patiently, slowly filling up inch after inch of her pussy, feeling her tight sex wrap around its shaft. Its own cum lubricated its passage, and it watched with a great deal of pleasure as some of the remaining fluid was forced out of her by the tentacle's entrance.

Slowly, the tentacle started to withdraw, and then slide back in. 263 picked up a steady, slow rhythm. The tentacle rubbed against her folds, moving more like an inner caress than the hard, brutal fucking the earlier tentacles had delivered. 263's purpose wasn't to shock her body back to waking, or ravage her hard and fast while she slept. Rather, it was just using her body to pass time, enjoying her pleasure trove until she returned to reality. And when she did wake, it would be thrusting inside of her, reminding her just what she'd come back to.

It was a testament to the beauty of all women, that Risa still looked so lovely while unconscious. In fact, in some ways, her features were actually enhanced in this state. Her calm, smooth face was unmarred by expression, and perfectly reflected her youthful purity. Framed by her sunset-orange hair, Risa’s skin seemed to glow from the recent redness in her cheeks, and from the stains left behind by her previously-shed tears. Long, dark eyelashes added a distinctly feminine aspect to her eyes, framed on top by her slender, lighter-colored eyebrows. Perhaps the best feature of all was the girl’s pink lips, which were just slightly parted in a thin oval shape, and seemed to pucker out invitingly without any effort from the sleeping female.

Just a little further down, Risa’s breasts moved slowly and steadily to the rhythm of her deep breathing. Lying on her back, the teen’s perky mounds seemed to be displayed at their best. When she was upright, her cleavage had to constantly fight against the effects of gravity, unless she had some form of support in place. However, laying flat, the perky, full breasts seemed to jut straight up out of her body like a pair of hills composed purely out of cream and silk, and each capped with a candy-pink peak. Beneath the monster’s tentacled touch, the soft, supple globes of milky-white flesh seemed to delight in molding into whatever shape that their masters desired. With every slow intake of breath, the girl’s breasts seemed to leap exultantly into the grasp of their gentle, but unyielding captors. Like the endless waves of the ocean rushing forwards to grab and hug the sandy shore, Risa’s breasts endlessly leapt up again and again to fill the monster’s lecherous tentacles with her silk-vanilla skin.

The sleeping beauty’s arms remained limp where they’d fallen against the grassy floor. Her long, delicate fingers threaded through the dark-green blades, displaying a subtle, innate grace and poise to the young woman’s natural form. Traveling further down her body, one would next come upon the girl’s midriff. Some might make the mistake of saying that Risa had a flat stomach. Technically, this wasn’t true. Upon close inspection, one would notice that the girl’s abdomen was comprised of long, sleek curves that were so smooth and toned they could make a sports car blush with envy. Perhaps the crown of this part of the young woman’s body was her navel, which was a slender, diamond-shaped dimple that seemed to perfectly accent any outfit that Risa wore which bared any amount of her middle.

To trace further along this lovely teen’s figure, one need only to follow the natural slope of her lower stomach to find the natural base situated between her toned, shapely thighs. The first thing to greet all southern travelers would be the strawberry-blonde tuft of hair that Risa kept waxed and tastefully trimmed. Beyond her small, feminine thicket, was her soft, pink cleft. The girl maintained her body with meticulous care, and it showed with just how clean and inviting her young womanhood looked and felt. Of course, now things were in quite a state of disarray. After the savage rape that the teen had just barely survived, her sex oozed all manner of unsightly juices that stuck to and stained all the surrounding areas. With her long legs slightly parted as she slept, Risa was plenty enough exposed for the monster to sneak a tentacle up to her cum-drooling pussy lips. As the soft, slender appendage teased her sensitive outer folds, the girl emitted a soft, pleasant sigh.

In the black, oozing darkness of the subconscious soup that Risa’s mind was suspended within, she noticed the subtle hints of pink become flush with the color of fresh, red roses. The distant scent of rain and a full, blooming garden soothed and relaxed her mind back down past any unease she might have felt from the outside intrusions that rubbed at a body that she’d long forgotten about. Back in the realm of reality, the monster slowly, and expertly worked his alien phallus into his victim’s tight, sex-moistened sheath. He moved into her slowly, and gently, so that the commotion he was creating still remained below the radar of the girl’s unconscious senses. While her mind remained blissfully ignorant to the mistreatment she was being subjected to, her body was forcibly stirred to muster an instinctual response. As the tentacle moved deeper into Risa’s perfect love-tunnel, she emitted a tiny whimper and scrunched up her face for just a moment before her features went slack again. Within her cum-slick feminity, the teen’s inner muscles twitched lightly in response, while blood began to gather in the tissues of her sensitive inner walls, signaling a subconscious arousal being set into place by the monster’s cautious, but insistent ministrations.

As 263 quickly went to work starting to tease her body from both within and without, its eyes took the brief reprieve to wander over the girl's sightly form, admiring every aspect and angle of her natural beauty. So rarely was it able to observe the girl's features in this neutral, settled state. Mostly, when it got to see this, the girl was either screaming and terror and thrashing to escape a brutal sexual assault, or moaning in reluctant pleasure and writhing under the stimulation of one. But now, at rest like this, the inherent loveliness of the girl's body shone through. Its hungry gaze consumed roved over her pretty face with its delicate features, the tussled and mussed hair that framed it, her slender arms, her toned legs, her curved hips and supple breasts caught eagerly in its clutches. All of her charms were so beautiful that it almost wished the girl was clothed again, just so it could have the pleasure of slowly unwrapping her once more.

But even as its attention was focused on the visual display before it, 263's tentacle went to work thrusting into her body. It was a rather novel experience fucking the girl without her resisting, or even moving at all. Not that her movements ever created difficulty in pounding her. Its strength was so vastly superior that no amount of thrashing the girl could muster would deter it from ravaging her. But it was different, not having to bind her. It liked the binding, certainly. Feeling her flex and squirm and struggle uselessly against its tentacles as it penetrated her was one of many satisfying aspects about raping her, or any girl for that matter. But this was, perhaps, a nice change of pace from the usual. It didn't hold her still, or stretch open her arms and legs. It didn't force her to expose her body, or hold her in place to be taken. It simply took her. Its tentacle pressed its way in, and her body yielded instantly. No fuss. Just sex, ready for the taking.

Not that the girl's body was completely dormant throughout the whole thing. But as 263 had come to expect from her, her reactions were more accommodating than resistant. A soft sigh as it penetrated her was its first evidence. Even if her mind had abandoned the scene, her body seemed to be running on instincts it new very well. The tentacle continued to thrust, slowly but firmly, and the girl's sex responded in the prescribed manner. Her lips began to swell, and though most of the lubricant between the tentacle's shaft and her tight vaginal walls was still residual fluids, there were definitely traces of fresh girl cream working its way into the mix. The girl moaned softly again, the faintest hint of pleasure and passion breaking her still features. Her visage remained peaceful, but 263 could tell that its stroking was sparking a fire in her. And past experience told it where that fire would lead.

263 remained intent on letting the girl awake on her own accord to discover herself already being fucked. However, hints of sexual arousal began to flit across her features, it couldn't help but thrust a little bit harder and faster into her sex. It was still only playing with her, using her body as an idle pleasure tube. But there was still something intensely satisfying about stirring up the beautiful girl in her sleep that tempted it to even go all out on her. Being inside the radiant, voluptuous, tight-cunted beauty was a delight it didn't intend to squander. And seeing her peaceful features tinged with the faintest hints of lust made it want to make them stronger. Still, 263 restrained itself. Its purpose was to toy with her, not ravage her again. Not yet. For now, it would use her, and make sure she knew it had used her as she slept soundly, oblivious to her continuing violation.