The young agent continued to struggle against the things but felt like a mouse fighting a cat. She was powerless against it… it was just toying with her. It had already proven it could overpower her whenever it wanted, so she assumed that now it was just letting her struggle out of some sick joke. Her hands settled back on the arms of the chair reluctantly, knowing it was pointless.

“Unnngh… d… damn you… I… aren’t you bored of me? Please… just let me go…” She promised, even as her body began to respond to it again, her voice rising in pitch, chest pushing in and out as she breathed harder. Her sweat slicked skin allowed the tentacles to rub against it easily. She almost wished it would just rape her and get it over with… making her enjoy it was even worse. She wasn’t the type for massages but, for tentacle aliens, it actually managed to relax her a bit with the sensual motions of the tentacles, before more wrapped around her heavy tits several times over, almost completely encasing them this time, before compressing. The girl bit her lip as her tender breasts were played with again, and fidgeted as she felt it drawing close to her spread sex.

The tentacles worked quickly, starting to caress and massage her breasts in wide circular motions, rolling the tender flesh beneath them. One tentacle around each breast extended its head and pressed against her nipples, depressing them into her luscious breasts, before letting them pop back out and running circles around them.

"I. Won't. Get. Bored. Of. You," 263 promised her, perfectly aware that it wasn't actually comforting for her to hear. "I. Will. Fuck. You. As. Long. As. I. Have. You." Its tentacles slid slowly along the insides of her thighs, letting their rounded tips press in against her sensitive skin in deliberate, snaking motions. Little by little, the movements came closer and closer to her center, almost reaching her crotch. It could feel her body already reacting, showing its increasing eagerness to be plundered again, even if she claimed otherwise.

She moaned softly as the tentacles began to grope and knead the ample flesh of her breasts again. Though she kept her lips closed, the wanton noise still caught in her throat and made itself known. Her nipples had mostly remained hardened atop each breast throughout the experience but reaffirmed themselves as they were paid attention, pressing back against the tentacles almost eagerly.

Any bravado or witty banter seemed to have left her as the creature stated its plans for her. It planned to keep her forever, she was starting to realize. She was going to have to find a way out on her own. The constant sexual attacks made it almost impossible to think, much less formulate a plan, and even as she tried again her brain seemed much more interested in the feeling of the multiple tentacles crawling up her legs… converging on her womanhood…

Kenzie sat up straight in the chair, sinking her hips to the back of it though her legs stayed spread enough for the creature to enter her easily if it wanted. The posture left her breasts jutting out even more though, which it seemed eager to take advantage of.

Kenzie's shift in posture was precisely what 263 had been hoping for. Not that it was hard to violate her no matter what her position, but this one gave her the perfect vulnerability to be groped and teased and fucked all it wanted. It started by continuing on her breasts, squeezing and kneading them relentlessly, more and more assertively every second. For their size, they seemed quite sensitive, as evidenced by the way her body kept yearning for more and more as it savagely molested her tits. Eventually, the heads of its tentacles split apart, and tiny tendrils began to feast on her nipples, tugging and squeezing and twisting them.

Just as her mind was preoccupied with the treatment of her chest, its tentacles reached her crotch. They slid upwards towards her sex, and slowly pulled her lips open, revealing her moist, waiting folds. But they didn't plunge into her. No, 263 had something else in mind for her. As her pussy was held splayed, another tentacle rose between her legs, the same color as the others, but still different in appearance. It was flatter, wider, and Its skin was visibly different in texture. It also seemed to pulse as it approached, curling and twisting with a flexibility the other tentacles never displayed. It hovered near her sex, before pushing forward and making contact.

If any of Kenzie's lovers or rapists had ever licked her, the sensation would be instantly recognizable: a tongue. This tentacle felt like a tongue. The tentacle pushed against her lips, and "licked" along her slit. With eager motions, it began giving her pussy a gentle tongue bath, paying special attention to her clit on each stroke.

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The agent took in a quick breath, gasping as the tentacles at her breasts split open again and began to tug and play with her erect nipples, making her quiver in lust as she gnawed on her lip with anticipation of what it would do to her… both fear and, to her shame and horror, excitement. “Ohh…” She cooed softly, her head falling back just a little as her young, large chest was manipulated.

Her eyes were spending a lot of time closed, so she didn’t immediately notice as the new tentacle approached. She knew SOMETHING was coming. She felt as it held her sex apart, her young flower having already healed from the ravaging just a while earlier. Kenzie’s fingers gripped down around the arms of the chair as she felt it “lick” up her petals, collecting a bit of her eager juices in the process and getting a hiss of surprise and primal need from the girl. “Ohhhh… god… I hate you… I hate myself…” She sobbed, yet managed to do so in flighty, passionate breathes somehow.

If 263 had any sympathy for her dilemma, it din't show it. It's "tongue" continued to slide up and down her entrance, smothering her slit with its warm, wet, softly rough surface. It lingered on her clit every time it reached the top of her pussy, fondling her cum button, before it slid back down. With the tongue being double-sided, the agent found herself in a constant state of being licked. Her fluids flowed onto the soft tendril and seemed to disappear into it.

After a few passes, the tongue grew bolder. It paused with its tip against her folds, quivering just slightly enough to stimulate her lips. Then, it began to push its way inside. The tentacle was large, and still stretched her open, but it was much less rigid than the ones that had fucked her so roughly before. Its form contorted and conformed to her passage, curling its way into her. Its warm surface slid sensually along her inner walls, and began to lick from side to side, as if she were actually being eaten out by the world's most gifted individual.

Kenzie squirmed in the chair as the thing ate at her sex, making her flat belly flutter in and out quickly with lustful gasps for air. High pitched, almost squeaking moans occasionally punctuated its efforts, especially as it would linger on her clit and play with the small button, getting flighty gasps from the young agent, her tits bouncing in its grip.

As the tongue slipped inside, deeper and deeper, her eyes opened wide. Her mouth soon hung open as well as she almost panted, with her breath occasionally stalling out as it would lick against her g spot in a way she’d never experienced, and was pretty sure no human was meant to experience. The second time it happened, she felt her breath catch again and her voice cracked, toes and fingers clenching as her body seized in a soft voiced but powerful orgasm. The girl froze in the chair and then panted hard, repeating this a few times, her head thrown back, body taut yet somehow relaxed at the same time.

263 delighted in watching her climax, its eyes floating close to watch her body grow rigid and twist with pleasure. It could feel the euphoria in her mind, blanking out any other thoughts that might have told her to resist its touch or her own pleasure. She was truly its captive, at the mercy of its every whim and perverse desire, and it had many of those. Despite the young woman having already reached one orgasm, its tongue continued its work, slathering her insides with its soft, spongy mass. It was sizable, to be sure, but it lacked the weight of its more solid tentacles, writhing lithely inside her as it licked her pussy again and again from within. Curiously, whatever fluids Kenzie was producing in her arousal and her orgasm(s), not very much of it seemed to be escaping her hole anymore.

The sounds of the “tongue” slurping at and inside of her filled the cabin of the vessel as it seemed to siphon off her juices. Perhaps she had accepted her role as it’s slave, or perhaps she was just temporarily enthralled… being bound made it easier, as part of her could still argue this wasn’t her fault, that she wouldn’t be doing this if she had any choice in it. Even so, the way her body reacted she may not have run if she were even able. The pressure of the muscle mass across her body, holding her back into the chair, seemed to arouse her a little on its own. Of course it was hard to tell with everything else being done to her body. She whimpered a little in arousal, still making that sound that said “I both do and don’t want this”. Her tits throbbed atop each breast, clit practically pulsing with blood as she sat relatively still… feeling another orgasm approaching as it continued to lap at her insides.

A part of 263 was tempted to release the young woman, just to see what she'd do. If she stayed and turned herself over to its touch, it would be proof that she wanted this, and couldn't resist. If she did run, it would enjoy the chase. But then again, it rather liked her right where she was. Instead of releasing her, it doubled down on her bindings. Tentacles wrapped around her arms and wrists, tying them to the armrests of the chair. More tentacles extended around her legs and held them open, her feet planted on the floor, or at least as close as they could reach, and kept her pussy spread. The tongue licked and licked and licked, given full access to her sex. It lapped up her juices and pushed against her g-spot, pleasuring her body more and more.

But it didn't let her cum. Just as she drew close to the edge, the tongue suddenly retracted, leaving her empty. For a moment, nothing happened. The tentacles simply held her still, letting her feel the emptiness in her sex where release had been so close at hand. It waited, and watched.

"Do. You. Want. To. Finish?" it finally asked her in a taunting voice.

In a way she almost appreciated it as the monster tied her down even more. There was nothing she could do… she didn’t have a choice, she told herself, not knowing that it would tear that illusion away in mere moments. The way the tendrils bound her arms to the chair was something increasingly familiar… that feeling of being tied up, tied down, and tied… somehow. Was she that bad of an agent? She hadn’t been captured that much. Did it just stand out in her mind? And if so, why?

She moaned softly for the creature, writhing in its grip as it slurped at her young pussy. And then, just before she could find release… it withdrew. She opened her eyes and dared to meet its gaze as it spoke to her. Her lip trembled on her response for a while, clearly conflicted about either answer she could give. Finally, as fresh tears found her eyes to match her shame, she nodded and sniffled. “Y… please…” She pleaded softly.

The tentacle that came to grant her request wasn't the tongue. It was another of the hard, muscular tentacles that could fuck her so roughly and so thoroughly. And it came for her hard. Where her pussy was empty one second, the tentacle was thrusting into it the next. It stretched her open, maybe even wider than the first time the monster had raped her, and pushed all the way to her cervix with the first stroke. 263 could feel the warm, welcoming clench of her sex around its tentacle, gripping the intruding shaft tightly in unmistakable desire.

"This. Is. As. You. Desire," the beast told her. And then it began to fuck her. Whether it was rape or not, it was clear immediately that the tentacle intended to use her as hard as ever. It quickly began to thrust in and out of her, forcing its way into her tight, needy tunnel twice a second. She was so wet and open from her first orgasm, 263 had no trouble penetrating her again and again. Only hot, yielding flesh greeted it as it pillaged her exposed sex.

Kenzie screamed as it plunged into her without regard for her pleasure or even safety, filling her sex and then some, pushing into her womb almost easily. Her body seized, muscles tensing as her breasts jiggled wildly on her chest from the impact. “AHHHHHHH… god… it hurts…” She gasped. She wasn’t lying, though if she was being honest, her body seemed to crave more just as much as she wanted it to leave her poor stretched sex. She tried to adjust but it was already fucking her hard, sliding hungrily into her squishy, soaked pussy. The battered agent closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and gripped the chair as she was bounced up and down in it by the tentacle…

263 didn't seem to have much regard for her claims of pain. In truth, it could tell that she was feeling more desire for it than anything else, and it was certainly feeling too much pleasure to care what she wanted. It had taken her more boldly and forcefully this time, but still her pussy felt as tight and welcoming to its tentacle as she ever had. It thrust hard, stretching her, plundering her depths for all her body was worth. Her cervix gave way, and suddenly it was even deeper inside her than ever before, raping every possible inch of her sex. It thrust faster and harder, forcing her body to submit to it.