Lorielle's song is no longer about sensuality, or pleasure - or even eroticism. It has turned primal.. brutal.. It's not about sex.. it's about FUCKING.

As 263 drives into harder than she's ever felt.. stretching her in ways she never imagined, it feels like all three tentacles are somehow wrapping around each other inside of her, even though that is clearly physically impossible. *More!* both her mind and song encourage the Raktar, urging it to use her harder yet. While the Faerie is not the MOST durable species that 263 has encountered, she is definitely taking punishment that many of its victims would have broken from - and she begs for more.

Her body glistens with her perspiration.. her limbs no longer struggling except to try and fuck back harder against the raktar, and her wings are almost glowing with irridescent light from the pleasure she is experiencing.

The tentacles comply with her pleas. The tentacles thrust hard, ravaging her body. They even seem to shift inside her, as if their muscles are expanding and multiplying to provide even more power as they fuck her savagely, its efforts endlessly redoubled by her sweet music. It takes all of 263's willpower not to plunge its tentacle down her throat and silence the very song it seeks, but the rest of its tentacles seem to do the deep-diving for it. Even the outside of her body isn't safe, as the tentacles begin to hump every crevice and inch of skin they can touch. Her breasts are the most prime targets, and one of the tentacles begins to slide through her cleavage as others hold her tits closely around it.

Lorielle's mind is caught up in a supernova of pleasure as 263 ravishes her body to greater and greater depths - in more ways than one. Climax after violent, addicting climax explode through her body as the Raktar's tentacles explore every inch of her body inside and out. The crowd is loving it as the beautiful Faerie is fucked every which way without rest. Her heaving breasts are squeezed tight, making them look even more pronounced as they are wrapped around yet another tentacle thrusting against her. Other coils run over her neck, legs, back, feet even through her hair. Until at last they start to explore the delicate, beautiful wings.

At which point Lorielle's song breaks to another level of pure primal SEX. The faerie starts cumming harder and faster as her wings are caressed, prodded and stroked by dozens of tentacles. Her song is part challenge, and part invitation now -- to completely and utterly break her into the raktar's fucktoy.

Feeling her body immediately respond to the tentacles on her wings, 263 increases the number of tendrils stroking the delicate instruments. He can feel their fragility, and is careful to treat them more delicately than the rest of her, but he remains relentless in using them to pleasure her body, as with every ounce of pleasure he provides her, her body returns it many times over. At last, her song begs it to use it as completely and viciously as possible. And the tentacles comply.

A second tentacle shoves its way into her sex past the first, as if the two were wrestling for dominance. Immediately, they both begin to fuck her, stretching her hole to her limits. Their bulges are obscenely visible through her skin now, stretching her as they use her savagely. The tentacle in her anus remains isolated, but begins to grow, making its path through her insides more visible than ever, as it thrusts back and forth. Even as she begins to react, a third tentacle begins to seek entrance into her folds.

As 263 increases the assault on Lorielle's wings, the faerie starts to lose whatever semblence of control she had left. Her wings practically vibrate under the assault, as if they too were orgasming separately from Lorielle. Her song begins to grow faster, more urgent as if it was too much pleasure for her to bear.

With any pressure chamber, it is possible for the pressure to build too fast for a release valve to compensate. When that happens, an explosion is the inevitable result.

As 263 shoves a second tentacle into her pussy and womb, this is exactly what happens to Lorielle.

Lorielle's abdomen stretches obscenely with the visible movement of both tentacles in her womb, as well as the ever growing tentacle reaming her ass and intestines. Lorielle reaches a state of continual orgasm, cumming again and again before the last one finishes. Her honey gushes from around the tentacles, completely soaking the ground over which she is suspended, before starting to spread out around her.

263 has to struggle to find space as the third tentacle seeks entrance, but eventually the two inside her stretch her enough that the raktar finally manages to slip the third tentacle into her as well -- allowing the creature to ravish her even more thoroughly.

And that is when the 'pleasure pressure' is finally too much for the faerie!

Lorielle climaxes with an intensity that even a faerie's hyper-sexual body was not meant to take. The supernova of pleasure within her at last reaching critical mass and exploding. Her song ends, only to be replaced with a scream of pure ecstatic agony. The pleasure is mind-shattering.. addicting.. imprinting a subconscious desire, a NEED, to feel it again. On and on the faerie screams for several minutes as her mind and body are conditioned to this brutal, relentless ravishing.

The scream and orgasm go on and on, looking like it will never end - when all of a sudden, with no warning, Lorielle goes completely silent and limp in the raktar's grasp. To Racio and the audience, she might even appear dead especially since she doesn't need to breathe. Only a very close inspection would show to the audience that her wings are still vibrating and twitching on their own. 263 though can tell she's still alive though because her channels still slowly pulse and bear down on the tentacles within her. Even in her near coma-like state, her body still orgasms for the creature.

263 bears no regard for the Faerie's safety, health, or mental state. It has long since given up on tracking her thoughts, letting her mind drown in ecstasy as it ravages her sensitive body beyond anything it was meant for. All it knows is her song, driving it on to plunder her body further and further. Soon, it has three tentacles in her dripping, constantly climaxing folds, each pounding into her womb and stretching her abdomen wide. The song propels it on and on.

Finally, she begins to scream. The power of her voice overpowers even 263. In seconds, the beast climaxes. Every tentacle in and on her explodes in a torrent of cum. It pours down her throat and into her stomach, intestines, and womb, until she appears extremely pregnant with its seed. The hot, sticky fluid coats her body. The crowd cheers as her body is subjected to the ultimate humiliation before them.

Soon, she goes limp in its tentacles, but the monster doesn't seem to be done with her. Slowly, its tentacles withdraw from every hole. Moments later, more approach. Without her song egging it on, it seems less desperate to fuck the woman in every way possible, but a fresh tentacle still invades her pussy and ass, starting to thrust into her again.

At this point, Racio has seen enough. The circus staff have been busy discreetly packing away all the necessary set pieces, and now he motions for the Raktar's handler's to coax the beast back inside. They move forward, prodding the tentacles with electrical instruments even as some continue to ravage Lorielle. A few tentacles even shoot out into the stands, ensnaring a few beautiful women before they can escape and dragging them back towards it, but Racio pays their screams no mind, and neither do the audience. They only stand and cheer for the performance.

"Wasn't that an exciting, ladies and gentlement?!" Racio declares, less composed than he once was. "Sadly, we must leave you at this juncture. Thank you all for your patronage, and we hope to see you next time." Before the applause could turn sour, he and Shir-Si turned and followed the last of his people - and the tentacles - up the ship's gangway. The spacecraft would depart within the minute, even as the crew were struggling inside to get the Raktar caged again.

As 263 succumbs as well and blasts every inch of Lorielle (inside and out) with his seed, the pleasure at last overwhelms her and she passes into a near-catatonic state. Even in that state though, her body still shudders around him. Senseless as she is, her body reacts again when the tentacles withdraw and are replaced with a new set - but at least for her safety they don't seem to be as rough (nor as many) as they had been. The faerie though is given no rest, as she is forced to continue climaxing around the beast even as the crew tries to usher the raktar back on to the ship.

Occasionally little whimpers escape from the faerie, especially when the electrical prods are applied too close to her body - sending the shocks into her as well.

What will this experience do to the young faerie? Raped and forced to climax in front of so many people.. then ravaged to a degree that staggers the mind and experiencing far more orgasms than could be counted. Even back on the ship, it's not over for her yet - not until the raktar tires of her, or Racio and the crew intervene.

The circus staff aren't keen to try and extract Lorielle from 263's clutches before it's done with her. That turns out not to be for several more hours - a more thorough usage than most Raktar the ship has "employed" but not overly worrying. The whole time, the tentacles use her unconscious body, ravaging her ceaselessly. Finally, the tentacles withdraw and let her rest, and the handlers quickly retrieve the girl from its clutches. They leave the other women it snatched for now, Racio deciding to sell them off the next time they make planetfall.

When Lorielle wakes up, she'll be in a dark, dingy room, on the cold metal floor of a cave. Her wrists are bound and chained to the ground, and a gag is tied in her mouth. She's still naked, and covered in the cum that 263 poured over her.

Several other women share the cage with her, and it seems there are more cages in the room. A curvaceous woman with brown fox-like ears and a tail lay close by, and a purple-skinned woman sat against the far wall.

263 has plenty of opportunity to explore and learn about Lorielle's body while unconscious in his grasp. Even in her pleasure-coma, her body responds, allowing him to learn all of the 'secrets' of her sexual nature. How she moans when her breasts are milked in a firm pulling motion.. how her body jerks pleasurably when certain deep points of her womb are prodded roughly.. how her wings spasm wildly when teased with dozens of gentle touches at once. All the little tricks that can drive the faerie insane with pleasure are its to discover as she climaxes continuously for hours in its grasp.

Even after she is finally released from the raktar, and taken to the cage - it takes a number of hours before she stirs. Her memory is hazy - at first.. thinking of dancing with Arkhan... then how he started to rape her on stage.. then.. something else attacking her. Pleasure.. too much pleasure.. tentacles all over her.

She starts awake and attempts to scream, only to find herself chained to the floor and gagged. In a panic, she starts struggling and pulling wildly at the chains - there is no thought in her madness - just a blind panic of being captive - something so counter to a Faeries nature that it causes an instinctive blind reaction.

The other women in her cell turn to look at her as she begins to thrash. One of them - a pretty young girl with white feathers over her purple skin, and solid purple eyes - puts her hands on Lorielle's shoulders. "Calm down. Please, you're alright, just calm down. Stop thrashing."

There's a heavy clang as a door opens, light flooding into a portion of the room. Large men in uniforms enter the room. "What's going on in here?" one demands, as they advance towards Lorielle's cage.

The feathered girl's efforts do very little to calm Lorielle down. She is still pulling frantically at her chains, and making panicky screams behind the gag - but Lorielle's eyes at least do focus on the girl. There is fear and confusion in her expression, as she keeps looking back and forth between the girl and the chains.

The girl tries to get Lorielle's to calm down, but as soon as the men approach the cage, she shrinks away into the corner. The men leer down at Lorielle as one goes to open the door. He steps through the door and grabs her by the back of her neck, as another begins to undo her chains.

Lorielle tries to cringe at the look the men are giving her.. but as one of them moves to unfasten her chains she actually calms down. Almost anything that they could do to her would be better, in her mind, than remaining bound captive.

Still her gaze is fearful and suspicious, but she is no longer screaming - just making little mewling whimpers as she tries to hold still so that they will undo her chains.

The men remove the chains that bind her to the bottom of the cage, but leave her wrists cuffed and her mouth gagged as they drag her to her feet. "This way," one of the men says, pushing her roughly forward towards the door.

Once outside, they lead her across the hall to another door. Several more men guard the hall outside, most of them glancing at her as she's paraded, naked, from the cells. One of the guards beside her puts his hand to the pad beside the door. The pad beeps, and the door slides open. Forcefully, the men push her inside.

"Dungeon" is the only word that can describe this room. Chains and manacles line the walls, and an array of erotic restraints are installed around the floor. Off to the side, Shir-Si stood in a black leather outfit, her ample breasts fully exposed. She was currently engaged with another girl - a green, reptilian woman, bound over a bondage horse, her naked ass and sex pointed towards Lorielle. Shir-Si raised her paddle and brought it down hard on the girl's rear, causing her to cry out.

Racio watched the scene calmly from the side. He turned as the men dragged Lorielle in, regarding the Faerie with some distaste. "Well, you're finally awake," he said. "After a performance like that, I can't blame you for sleeping so long."

Lorielle doesn't struggle against the men that take her from the cage - that release alone makes her calmer and more herself, even if she doesn't like being cuffed and gagged still.

The faerie may not have the greatest experience and knowledge in the galaxy, but she immediately understands the purpose of this 'sexual dungeon', even if she doesn't recognize half (or more) of the gear inside it. Those that she does (or can immediately figure out) make the chamber's purpose clear as day.

She was staring at Shir-Si and the woman over the horse, until Racio speaks to her. She turns to him with clear venom in her gaze. Even a creature as naive as Lorielle recognizes that HE is the one who has brought her here.. who was responsible for what happened to her at the show.. and her current state. She can't act on her anger, not even to yell at him with the gag still in place - but the stare is enough that he should recognize the danger the faerie could present if released.