Kenzie's current condition was of little concern to 263. Whether willing or not, conscious or not, the fact was the woman had a sexy, voluptuous body that begged to be violated. The tentacles once again began to move over her skin, feeling her up. the suction tentacles detached from her nipples and clit, pulling away, but soon a new tentacle made itself known by sliding into her cleavage. Partially slicked by her sweat and the monster's leftover cum, it began to thrust in between her tips. Its head brushed against her lips as it thrust forward, eventually pushing just into her mouth as its shaft continued to titfuck her.

Then the tentacles returned to her crotch. Her legs were still held open in the same inviting, widespread position, and it was simple for a fresh tentacle to plunge into her pussy, still slick from her own fluids, as well as the Raktar's. It slid in and out easily, once again fucking the poor agent's pussy. 263 could tell that her mind wouldn't last long under this renewed assault. It seemed that, whatever her previous experiences, she'd rarely been raped so savagely and thoroughly. But it didn't care. It would ravish her helpless body mercilessly until she blacked out, and even after that.

Though she was still conscious, Kenzie wasn’t exactly moving. Her mind was adrift, blanked by the impossible sexual assault she’d weathered thus far. Apparently she could still feel what was being done to her, however, as she groaned softly as the things picked her up and began detached from her breasts and clit with a soft little pop. She could feel the tentacle… clearly the one that had been in her mouth for it still had saliva on it (Not to mention a complete coating of the monster’s “cum”)… start to push through her heavy breasts, titfucking her. It had to hold her head up a little to keep it from falling back, though her lips were easily parted by the thing as it continued to molest her. STILL she could feel her body burning… trying to get off. She was so tired, why was she still getting off? Why was she getting off to getting raped in the first place; what was wrong with her?

The girl’s heaving chest and stomach glistened in the low light of the lab… coated with a thin sheen of her own sweat after the “workout”. Her spread legs likewise glowed as another tentacle snaked between them, thrusting into her splayed sex hungrily and getting a groan of either protest or overstimulation from the girl, her soft voice cracking under duress.

The monster raped her for hours more, fucking her pussy, her breasts, even her mouth as it pleased. It came inside her again and again, until she was suspended over a puddle of its fluids, as well as her own. It raped her on and on, without any regard for how many times she came, interested only in pleasing herself.

Finally, 263's mind began to drift to other thoughts, though raping its captives was never far from its mind. For Kenzie, what this meant was that the tentacles started to move her. She was pulled from the lab, and carried down the halls of the station, now overrun with tentacles lining the walls. Even as they carried her along, the tentacles fucked her body senseless. It wasn't until they finally dumped her into an empty room that the tentacles came inside her one more time, filling her with a gush of cum, that they withdrew for good, leaving Kenzie broken on the floor.

Kenzie’s already foggy mind broke down further over the hours in which it continued to fuck her mercilessly… her body craved it like a drug even though it desperately needed to rest. It almost seemed that she had blacked out once or twice DURING the intense sexual assault, only to be instantly awoken seconds later by another orgasm wracking her supple young form. She’d been continuously soaked in its cum, though her own sweat had equally carried much of it from her body to the floor below. Feminine groans of zombie-like pleasure issued forth from the girl’s throat with near constant tempo as she was raped over and over. If she was confused about her sexuality before, this experience certainly wouldn’t help.

Eventually, after what seemed to the poor girl like days, she was allowed to fall to the floor of an empty room. She’d lost all sense of direction and had no idea where in the ship she was now. Alien fluids flowed freely from her ravaged pussy for a few moments. Her heavy breathing showed she was still alive, though her body finally gave in to exhaustion and she passed out for a bit.

When Kenzie came to, she was still in the room where the tentacles had left her. The furniture seemed to indicate it was some sort of office, although all of it had been forced aside, leaving the floor empty. Kenzie lay in a pool of drying liquids, commemorating her thorough violation. As near as she could tell, though, they hadn't touched her while she was out. Not that they didn't have the opportunity. Thick, sickly-colored tentacles lined the walls and ceiling, slowly twisting and undulating. Several eyes stuck out of them, watching her.

Kenzie wasn't the only human in the room, either. A few feet away, Jen lay on the floor. She was naked, save for the tattered collar of her uniform, showing how the rest of her clothes had been torn from her body. Her limbs were wrapped in tentacles, as both of her holes were steadily pumped. She stared blankly ahead, letting out soft, delirious moans. Drool and cum dripped from her mouth, pooling near her chin, and her body was covered in stains. She didn't seem to acknowledge Kenzie, or anything else around her, just endured the rape that had been going for who knew how long.

Kenzie groaned as she tried to sit up… her body felt like she’d run a marathon or four. It took some doing but she managed to sit up and look around. Even before she could see it, she heard the familiar “slish slish slish” of the tentacles sliding into an orifice. She had recovered enough of her wits to realize who it was before her and what was happening. Part of her was… actually jealous of Jen. She buried that and tried to shake it off. “Get… get off of her… there’s got to be something you want. Something I can do in trade for the others…” She pleaded, at a loss for how to help them. She knew if she charged and tied to rip Jen free (Which her body probably didn’t have the strength for anyways) she would just be pulled back by the tentacles again. She’d probably also be raped. Again.

263 watched her come to, patiently observing her. It had been busy while she was unconscious, scanning through the minds of its captives, searching for any way they could be of use to it beyond mere sex toys. It had spent a good deal of quality time using Jen's experience as a comm's officer. And through that, it had found something interesting. But Jen couldn't help any further in that regard, and so her fate was the same the doctors that knew nothing of value to it. But Kenzie might still be able to serve it.

Eye stalks floated closer to Kenzie, looking at her as 263 started to speak to her. "I. Have. Coordinates," it told her simply. "You. Will. Take. This. Ship. To. Them." The tentacles around the room began to pulse, threatening the price of her refusal.

Kenzie managed to get to her feet as she heard the voice in her head again. The young woman looked about… seeing the tentacles pulse as if to pounce, the eyes watching her for a reaction, but also feeling them still watching her body, still wanting to rape her even more. “I… fine, I’ll try. I’ve never piloted a ship this big.” She admits in a weary voice. “Please stop tormenting the others? As a show of good faith… I’m cooperating with you…” She pleaded with it, stumbling towards the door. She’d have to find her way to the bridge… she wondered what would be at the coordinates that it wanted to go to… if she’d have to make a more difficult decision when they got there. Still, if it allowed her on the bridge, she might be able to activate the ship’s distress beacon and get some help. On the other hand… would “help” really be able to help them? Or would it just mean more victims for the raktar.

“How… raktar aren’t supposed to be intelligent. But you are. What do you want at these coordinates?” She asked, having made it to the door, seeing if it would perhaps comply with her request to let the others rest in return for her obedience.

The beast let her walk towards the bridge, but if the moans echoing down the halls were any indication, it wasn't halting its treatment of the other women in the slightest. Soon, it as much as told her so. "This. Isn't. Torment," it said. "This. Is. What. They. Want. ... What. Their. Bodies. Crave. ... So. Many. Orgasms. ... Proof. That. They. Long. To. Be. Raped." Suddenly, Kenzie's vision flashed, and for a moment, her sight was filled with other images. She could once again see Jen rocking on the floor, filled with tentacles. She could see the doctors, too. Still in the lab, they were suspended together, their bodies being ceaselessly ravaged by thick, thrusting tentacles. They moaned softly, clearly too exhausted to cry out or beg for help anymore. Their bodies and hair were stained with cum and sweat, and they leaked fluids constantly from every hole.

"Just. Like. You." Her vision flashed again, and she could see herself, wrapped in tentacles as she was taken from both ends to a never-ending string of orgasms. After only seconds, the images disappeared, and the world around her was back. The doors to the bridge slid open. Like the rest of the ship, it had been taken by tentacles. While they hadn't moved any of the important equipment around, tentacles lay over the consoles and displays, undulating gently in rest. There was a rather noticeable stain on the floor, probably marking the site of Jen's first encounter with the monster.

Kenzie sighed as 263 explained itself to her… clearly having no indication of stopping. “You’re… telepathic. So guessing you can see into my mind. Which means you have to know how… degrading… embarrassing that is. Physical lust or not… they don’t want to be raped.” She growled a little. “People are just complex things. Anyways… from the way I see it, you need me to steer this ship. So… play nice with me, and I’ll give you what I want. I didn’t even ask you to free me, did I?” She asks, trying to see how intelligent it was. It had avoided any questions about itself… but it clearly had more than just animal instinct.

Either way, she proceeded onto the bridge and, assuming the chair wasn’t covered in tentacles, took a seat at the pilot’s station, taking a deep breath, her chest puffing out as she did. She was still occasionally shaking in fear as her energy returned… though it was as much from the creature as from her own reactions. Part of her DID want more. Was she so broken?

The tentacles retracted from the pilot seat as she moved towards it. 263 watched her as she took her seat at the helm of the ship. It could tell that, for the time being, at least, she was complying with its orders. As such, there was no need to physically coerce her. It was almost a shame. Her body was still so alluring, so sensual. It was ripe to be taken, and 263 had to fight its every urge not to take her as its instincts demanded. For the time being, there were more pressing matters.

Still, she was a surprisingly mouthy one. 263 was rather surprised. It could sense the fear in her, and from the thoughts it saw, her preference usually seemed to be conflict avoidance. But, there was that damn nobility again, driving her to stand up for her comrades. If she'd had any power to make threats or demands, it would have been aggravating. As it was, it was somewhere between amusing and pitiful.

"I. Will. Use. Them. As. I. Please. And. They. Will. Moan. With. Pleasure. Regardless," the monster told her, disregarding her ideas of what its victims wanted. "Their. Bodies. Crave. It. ... And. So. They. Submit. To. Me. ... As. Did. You." One of its tentacles moved to slowly crawl up her thigh. "You. Craved. Your. Rape. More. Than. Any. Of. Them. ... You. Still. Do," it taunted, seeing the lust plain in her baser mind.

Kenzie frowned as it responded, feeling its tentacle crawling up her calf, all the way to her thigh. She shivered a bit as it taunted her. She couldn’t really argue with the logic… she both did and didn’t want to be taken to that place again, and so kept to her task. That said, she wasn’t going to let this thing escape to some colony or station… she’d contain it if she had to, whatever the cost to the 4 of them.

The agent got the coordinates entered fairly easily and engaged the autopilot. Piloting this ship wasn’t that different from piloting her own, and it would take some time before the ship actually even required a pilot again, for docking and such… wherever they were headed.

There was no treachery 263 could detect in the woman's actions. Caution, certainly, and a growing resolve to sacrifice herself if it would save others, but she was far from acting upon such thoughts. Still, it quickly realized that she wouldn't need to actually pilot the ship all the way to their destination. Mostly, the ship worked on its own. In that case, it rationalized that it could entertain itself with her for a while.

Another tentacle worked its way onto her other leg, starting to caress her thigh as it slowly crawled upwards towards her crotch. But it was on her torso that the most sudden movement happened. Tentacles slithered out from behind the chair and wrapped around her sternum. Her back was pressed into the chair by the thick, muscular bindings. Slowly, several began to wind their way upwards towards her chest, teasing every inch of skin along the way to her ample, supple breasts.

Kenzie made a few more calibrations, trying to appear busier than she actually was, though it quickly caught on that she didn’t need to actually PILOT the ship the entire time. Before long she felt the tentacles cross over her body, pulling her back tightly into the chair… winding up her other leg, keeping them spread enough for its obvious target to be open for it.

“I’m… I’m doing what you asked!” She cried out in protest and confusion. She could feel its slithering appendages working up her body, teasing just below her heavy breasts. This time she tried to pull them away with her unsecured arms, if only to at least make a show of it. She wasn’t just some slut for this monster to play with, she told herself.

263 watched her struggle, but didn't bother to bind her arms. Not yet. It rather enjoyed watching her flail futilely against what was coming, and it would make no difference either way. It saw her thoughts, but knew she wasn't being truthful with herself. A slut and a toy for it was exactly what she was, just like the others.

"You. Did. What. I. Asked," 263 agreed. "Now. I. Give. You. What. Your. Body. Asks. For." the tentacles climbed up her chest. Some slid around her breasts and instead worked along her collar and her shoulders. They began to stroke her with their rounded heads, almost gently, rubbing her skin with a surprisingly soft touch. But she wasn't safe from its more perverted touch, and quickly its other tentacles wrapped around her breasts, coiling over the sizable mounds again and again. Gently, they began to squeeze, as the tentacles on her thighs crept ever closer to her exposed slit.