A firm grip seemed to take hold of the young woman’s head, holding it upright and beneath whatever was trying to drip into her mouth. Again, she closed her lips, but the increasing sensitivity of her skin and the constant pressing of the thing against her sex made her have to occasionally gulp for air, allowing some of the substance to coat her tongue or drop to the back of her throat.

She could hear movement… something metallic being pulled along the cavern wall or floor perhaps… and she could practically feel a presence looming over her. Her instincts proved right as something pulled a section of her suit out and, it would seem, used a tool to cut into it. She could feel cool air rush in beneath her large breasts, and then across her smooth belly as the cut must have been taken deeper. It snapped back for just a second, allowing her to feel the cut ending above her womanhood, to her surprise.

“Nnnaaaaugh!” She cried out in fear as something wriggled inside of her suit. She had spent most of her stamina with struggling already, and it had gotten her nowhere. By then, most of her fighting was so weak as to be pointless, and barely even moved her body against the immense strength of the thing holding her. Quickly it wedged itself between her breasts, and what felt like hands, though definitely something metallic and not flesh, clenched around each fleshy orb. Tit flesh bulged between its fingers as it pressed them together and began fucking her chest in a sawing motion.

The girl’s immediate fear was curtailed slightly as more devices pressed into her, one for each prominent nipple, and one unerringly finding her small pleasure button. Each seemed to vibrate intensely against her, humming like a sex toy almost. Slowly soft cries of unwanted pleasure worked into her terrorized screams. It was during one such cry that something was jettisoned with a fair bit of force down her throat, nearly choking her the first time. And all the more suddenly, she could feel her body burn with a need… wanting those things to keep humming against her… wanting more, even as she tried to wipe the thought from her mind, disgusted with herself.

Sensing the beginning of subtle little changes in its victims response, the creature would begin to up its assault. Huge, slimy, bumpy and nub lined member still pumping away between her luscious, firm breasts, smaller tendrils would off shoot from it now, tearing the opening in her fabric further open until the final thread of her collar snapped. Exposing her teats to the open air, Cat’s assailant would be merciless, vibrating heads pressing into her hardened nipples, as the tendrils now took to her large, round, pleasing orbs, wrapping around them, gently squeezing and massaging them, all the while squashing them together around this things huge, tentacle cock that began now to thrust all the way up to her head, rubbing itself all along the sides of her cheeks and neck, alternating at random from one side to the other.

Below, a similar level of naked, directly to the skin, stimulation would be applied. Not tearing open, at least not intentionally, any more of her suit, tendrils would gently reach under and pry upwards to allow the vibrating toy that’d been applied to her sex, through the fabric, to be threaded underneath. Coming at her sensitive areas from above, the device would seemingly be left there once it had found upon her most vulnerable spots, pressed in hard and giving her an unrelenting torment as, judging from the way it held, the toy was released from this thing’s grip and kept in place instead, by the hold of her own, tough, elastic costume.

Finally, up by her head, the same thick tendril responsible for shooting her up full of powerful aphrodisiacs, would come down now, taking on a finger’s width, and begin an expedition to find her tongue. Looking to dance and swirl around her in an almost loving, French kiss, the appendage, with no mouth from which it could claim to emerge, would continue to drip and drool with devastating, sexual inducing, chemicals, though apparently would not have any interest in plunging down her throat, as she might have expected from an attacker of this sort, at least, not at this time. Along her sides, the metallic plating would be pried away and, as more vibrating heads began to caress up and down, she’d have to wonder just how many sex toys this thing had, and was going to use against her.

Deprived of one of her senses, Catherine’s others seemed to amplify. She could smell the moisture in the air of the cavern, not to mention whatever the thing was, though mostly she could smell the almost sweet scent of whatever it had dripped in her mouth, some of the substances having instead coated her lips.

She could feel the pressure on her large breasts were suddenly relieved, her suit pulled to either side and ripped open, freeing the large orbs even as the thing continued to fuck her chest. Ripping even under the metal mantle, the flimsy suit peeled away easily and something more descended upon her luscious globes. What felt like tentacles of some sort wrapped themselves about her prominent bust, the tit flesh bulging around them as they gripped greedily, her stiff little tits almost aching as they were met with what must have been buzzing sex toys, pressed eagerly into each hardened nipple. Catherine felt as it pulled that buzzing thing against her sex away, only to push it down into her suit, settling it against her folds, letting it hum directly against her clit. A shiver of lust traveled the length of her stretched spine, and though she couldn’t move much, her body seemed still to flex a little, less in revulsion and struggle but instead more relaxed, more lustful.

She tasted the thing as it sought out her tongue… her open mouth no longer trying to fight against it, knowing that she couldn’t manage to do so. Though she didn’t reciprocate, neither did she try to stop the thing from stealing this alien kiss with her. It’s saliva… if that’s what it even was, for she didn’t feel any breath on her face… was sweeter still than what it had dripped in her mouth, almost to the point of being intoxicating and addicting. Her body seemed to ache more with need every moment that that tongue danced with hers, yet instead of pulling back her carnal self wanted even more.

And finally, she could hear… hear the gentle slapping, sliding of flesh around slimy flesh as it made love to her young chest… hear the undulating sounds of the creature’s mass all around her… hear as her own body stopped making cries of disgust, fear, and anger… and instead fought just not to make soft little cries of passion, unwanted as they were. Gentle mews of defeated, reluctant pleasure seemed to get caught in her throat, still just audible if you listened hard enough.

A quiet, purring growl was all that would appear to denote this things approval as he observed subtle little changes in his prey's attitude. If he released her now, would she stick around to indulge the lust that he'd invoked? Maybe yes, maybe no, he wasn't feeling in anyway inclined to experiment, finding out. Instead, he apparently sought to toy with her further, seeing just how much he could tease out of her. At some point, surely, he planned to do more, but it seemed that tormenting her like this seemed to entertain him, sadistically, nearly as much as taking her fully and roughly would do.

Alternating from pressing into the peaks of her lovely, pleasing mounds, the buzzing heads would gently pull back, allowing their viscously vibrating, rough, rubbery, globes to cruelly nibble the tips of her swollen teats. Treating her to a hesitant, but tantalizing tase, every now and then, tormenting just the very edge of her nubs, each light brush with the live, mechanical implements would be a brief, skipping, but intense affair, like sanding disks applying just a touch at a time to some metal shape, whose finer details just needed to be smoothed out. Once or twice, she could just feel those violently buzzing heads close to her teats, so vibrantly charged, their touch electric, and just a hair's breadth away. Without the constant smothering against her flesh, it seemed as if these things were vibrating with an even greater, more powerful intensity, and it appeared that none of that speed was to be depleted with only these occasional taps.

Having slowed down during all this, the thick, hot, throbbing member that'd been rubbing itself up and down between her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, would still continue to nonetheless wiggle and writhe, keeping itself known to her. Slipping and sliding up and down the sides of her neck, caressing her soft skin one last time, the thing eventually, and apparently, took some pleasure in tormenting her as it began to slowly drag itself down. The tip of this huge, heavy cock trailing along her flesh, the thing gradually began to descend, out past the warm embrace of her, along her abdomen and then... It'd be a feint, the bulbous head of this thing thrust upwards again. Rubbing along her sides, forcing what remained of her torn suit further open, the malicious fuck stick would roll, like a pig in mud, and seemingly revel in its free access to every inch of her body.

The hold around her arms and legs remaining adamant, not giving her the slightest of chance of escape, she'd continue to be molested. Buzzing toys caressing up and down her sides, now teasing bare flesh, the tentacle cock now seemed to nuzzle itself up against the undersides of her breasts before, once more, taunting and tormenting her with the threat of more sinister violations as it slid down across her body, this time reaching all the way to the point just above her clit's little hood. The toy that was trapped against her sex would even be shifted, lifted a little as if to be moved out of the way, but given that the whole thing was, once more, a cruel bluff, it'd soon be nestled back into place as that monstrous organ rose again, burying itself back into the soft, warm valley of her squeezed and sandwiched breasts.

Eventually, a forest of new, dripping, drooling appendages rise up, unseen, and place themselves, poised above her body. Their secretions dribbling down, slowly covering her whole body in a viscous, thick, slick, transparent oil, the creature that had her seemingly want to see her body shining with a rich, glossy finish as countless, hand like apparitions rise up around her, rubbing and massaging the substance into every inch of her body. All but one of the buzzing toys, the last being the one trapped against her sex down below, would be withdrawn and, as the warm, oily coating was gentle worked into her flesh, it'd appear that everything else, even the thrusting cock nestled between her breasts was also to retreat from her immediate presence, with even the coiled, tendril grip around her huge mammaries being replaced by those countless hands.

Thus far, he'd been treating her to a very tense, stressful sort of torment, the sensations having been cruel and intense. So, now then, after all that, he'd wonder how well she'd hold up against a more... gentle, relaxing, soothing touch, though she'd still have a vibrating thing down below to contend with. Of course, he'd keep her blindfolded, but he'd apparently poured enough of his various potions into her now to satisfy any need for chemical manipulation. Her body would likely feel almost as if on fire now, but he'd be doing very little to ease her 'pain'.

Catherine’s body, so restrained, put on display for the thing, trembled some as it watched its prey… no longer shaking from fear but from a growing need, that threatened to boil over in her body. Her buxom chest heaved to keep up, hot breath washing over the tongue-like appendage that had taken to dancing in her mouth.

A staccato “NNGH!” came from the girl’s throat every time that she felt little charges pressed against her tits. Her nipples seemed to be throbbing to her… trying, on their own it seemed, to press up into the rubbing, vibrating toys that hung just above her, each one now blessing her needy body with its caress less and less… fully aware what it had done to her. Slowly her back arched more and more, thrusting her breasts skyward for the thing, subconsciously, reflexively wanting its torment all while what little remained of her rational mind screamed to stop herself.

She writhed slightly as it helped itself to her presented chest for a bit longer, brushing its phallic head against her soft cheek or along her slender neck, until finally, it began to pull down. The thing took its time, but to the tormented blonde, it seemed to take ages. She trembled as it slide down her flat belly, bouncing softly as it trailed across her navel. It’s going to fuck me, she thought to herself… no longer horrified but almost relieved that this was going to happen.

Instead, she felt it slide quickly back up her body, plowing through the pressed-in flesh of her chest… it knew what it was doing to her, she realized. She whimpered softly, a frustrated, desperate tone that showed just how little control she had left over herself. Seeming to respond to this, the thing again lowered along her body. She waited in darkness, feeling its massive sex organ, toy, or whatever it wielded, as it was drug along her small frame. This time the thing buzzing at her clit finally pulled aside…

…before again, she felt it thrust back up her form. She flexed and pulled her organic bonds in anger… anger at being denied, anger at being played like an instrument as it had so carefully done to her. Most of all, she was angry at herself for how bad she wanted… nay needed it to violate her.

She wasn’t sure how long this had gone on, nor how long it continued, but eventually she felt the various things across her body begin to withdraw, and something just slightly warm to the touch, smelling a bit like whatever she had been force-fed, was drizzled across her splayed form. Hands descended on her… so many hands, all rubbing in whatever it was. Everywhere they touched, she burned. The mental picture of how she must look pervaded her thoughts… her displayed body shimmering with this new glaze being applied… the lecherous thing looking down on her hungrily, yet not hungry enough to spoil the fun it was clearly having at her expense. As even the thing in her mouth withdrew, she bit down on her bottom lip, moaning almost constantly as those hands rubbed and caressed along her large breasts, waxed the flat expanse of her belly, gently but strongly rubbed down each leg and arm… everywhere they were upon her.

“Ju…. Just do it… please…? I can’t… take it...” She moaned, nearly crying between her hatred of herself and the denied lust now consuming her thoughts. All she could think about was how long before it fucked her… or if she’d manage to come from the thing still rubbing her clit. She was close... so close, and she wanted it so badly…

Her reaction to the new, massaging treatment of the countless hands he'd produced for her was delightful, and he'd enjoy seeing her squirming, desperate for some real attention. Of course, her pleading words would only encourage his behaviour, merely teasing and tormenting his victim. Eventually though, after all the 'foreplay', it'd appear that this thing was finally ready to take the plunge, as it were.

Whilst he'd had to resort, purposefully to tugging away or, in some cases, switching off the magic wand pressed to her sex, keeping her from cuming, letting her fester at the edge of that peak, the device had never been taken away very far, at least, until now. Rising upwards, gently dragging her hair and headpiece out of the way, somehow unfastening the fascinating thing and sliding it up and away, the appendage that'd served as her blindfold would finally remove itself, allowing her to see. As she'd probably come to suspect, the large, mechanical leviathan that she'd chased here, had taken position looming over her. The oil producing offshoots that'd provided that slick, shiny coating that was rubbed into every inch of her skin were apparently long gone, but she could definitely still see the dark, black, slimy hands that soothingly rubbed up and down her thighs, sides, waists, and had now begun to so roughly massage her breasts now, fingers flicking over her teats every now and then. With no toy in the equation now, she'd have to make do with just a gentle stroke from a pair of 'fingers', that'd find upon her drooling sex now.

It would appear that she was set upon some sort of large, encompassing, plateau of sludge, into which her body was partially sunk. Almost as soon as her sight was returned to her, despite the fact that it seemed to be merely continuing, as ever, to tease and torment her, the true intent of this creature would soon be made clear and, first bringing the thing down, up and over the edge of the 'bed', and onto her stomach, the beast seemingly wished to show off the exact size of the thing it had chosen to fuck her with. Having already felt it squeezing and sliding between her breasts, actually seeing the thing, as it rested on her, would be an entirely different story all together and, if it wasn't already clear that her captor was now planning to properly use it, her position would likely be made all the more clear as her lower half was gradually lifted.

Her back forced to curve and her chin forced towards her chest, the back of her head would press down on the surface beneath her, as her legs, still trapped from the knee down, in the slime, were brought up and spread even further apart. The position would seemingly force her to watch as this things cock was lifted up, its tip brought up and against that tiny, tight, seemingly inadequate sized opening below (or above in this case). For a moment or two, the creature seemed to want, merely, to show her this new pose, allowing her the chance to fret and panic in the face of what was about to happen (or else, pant and salivate at the thought of such a thing sliding into her). A couple of times he'd even make a show of thrusting, but the thing would merely slip and slide over her cute, little hole, taunting the captive.

Eventually though, the inevitable had to be done and, a couple of smaller tendrils moving into position to part and fully expose her sex, the enormous rod would become rigid and unyielding, pressing down on her without bending and flexing away from its target. Plunging straight down, with a tantalizing slowness, the Monster would gradually begin to dive into her, it's enormous length undeniable, unstoppable, continuing deeper and deeper, the beast would not apparently stop until it's gone as far as was physically possible without performing a much crueller, violent penetration of a different kind. Only once it was all the way in, would the thing begin to gently stir, shifting an inch or two, back and forth, feeling around her insides, finding where she was most sensitive and, somehow, zeroing in on those spots.

Even as the darkness pulled back slightly and she could see the thing looming over her, the agent’s overstimulated body held her to a single train of thought. The hands groped and kneaded all across her body, massaging gently, tending to every shimmering inch of her exposed young form. A unique focus seemed to be on her large chest, unsurprisingly, and the thing almost seemed to delight in flicking at her hardened tits, watching as she would groan in desperate need as her voluptuous breasts were pumped and rolled. “Ahhhh… p… please…” She moaned out lewdly, pleading the thing to fuck her.

While she did glance around with her newly restored sight, the scene of bondage only seemed to skyrocket her libido even more. As it finally brought that alien cock back, resting the large head on her heaving belly, she bit at her lip again, breathing hard, both afraid of what it would do to her and yet needing for it to be done.

While her upper body remained pulled back and utterly displayed, her bent back thrusting her tits out lewdly even as it allowed her to watch what was happening to her, her lower body was lifted up, most noticeably her toned legs. Slowly her fair-skinned thighs were parted, and even she could smell the scent of her own eagerness mixed with the numerous odors of the cavern and the creature. Her now exposed sex seemed glazed with her own honey, just waiting to be used despite her earlier protests. The heat had consumed her body, and that last part of her that desperately held onto her morals and honor had been shut out by her overpowering, even if engineered, lust.

Finally, it was upon, and then within her. She heard the soft squelch as it thrust in almost violently, her eyes bulging in response as she screamed in both pain and need. The cry echoed around the cavern, though it didn’t seem to slow the slime’s assault on her any. More and more she felt it fill in, her pussy stretching, canal widening to accommodate it… pressing all the way back to her womb. Also, just as slowly, she started to adjust to its girth. It seemed to swirl and play inside her in a way that shouldn’t have been possible. The scream of pain quickly gave way to softer cries of pleasure as it continued to experiment, playing at every inch of her. “Nnnnngh…. I’m going… going to…. Oh god… have to cum…” She said to herself in her accent, her eyes closing from their wide-eyed horror to an almost content expression as she finally felt a release in sight…

While the creature seemed to be more than willing to bring its latest victim to climax, oddly enough, its eagerness to do so would appear to be lessened as it felt saw her face relax into an almost peaceful contentment. Its objective apparently not to please her, but to break her, once more it would bring her to the edge before halting. The thing wouldn't want her to cum until it'd had the chance to really start hammering away at her, not until it could see her doing so amidst a furious flurry of thrusts and screams. No, it wouldn't see this, or any or the orgasms it was going to force upon her, to be moment of release or relief. Instead they'd be like the crack of the whip again and again amidst a seemingly endless, ongoing torment.

The long and thick, squirming shaft that'd begun to burrow into her, beginning to pool and bunch up in a large, twisted ball, inside her womb, would come to a gentle rest, all motion and torturous wiggling coming to a stop as her inner walls continued to twitch, seemingly in protest. Granting her the chance, at least down there, to rest and adapt to his inhuman intrusion, though cruelly placing her so close to release, the creature would seemingly satisfy itself by spreading out its reach across her body elsewhere.

Whilst hands would continue to caress her all over her body, being careful to avoid her clit, but massaging tantalizing close, at times, it would be as the creature slowed that she'd experience a distinct pair pressing lightly against her skin, pushing down along her thighs, across her waist, up her sides and then, inevitably, to her heavily heaving, pleasing breasts. Groping and fondling for a few moments, these particular appendages would soon find themselves sliding up over her swollen teats, slowly beginning to work the entirety of those mounds around in a pair of lewd, seductive circles. Palms enveloping those hardened nubs, the composition of these particular feelers would appear to be more slimy and sludge like than solid as she would quickly find, to her 'dismay', the hands turning into something less distinct in their shape beginning, all the while, to apparently suck roughly and gently tickle her nipples. Having been put into such an aroused and sensitive state, the sensation would be heavenly and, keeping a close eye on her mind, actually going so far as to put in mental blocks to stop her from experiencing an orgasm, if need be, her tormentor would have to take care not to make her cum from just this alone, these slimy pads now locked on tightly as other hands now continued to roughly fondle and heavily grope her mounds.

Finally though, something would appear to have take a grip on her hair, by its roots, and she'd feel her head being pulled back as some sort of grip wrapped around her throat. Squeezing now, gently but firmly, on the sides of her neck, the aim would not be to limit her speech, nor her sounds, but to heighten the sensations that were going to be hers to feel shortly. Once he was satisfied that she could last until he'd really started to get going, giving her just long enough to settle, he would finally begin to drive that slimy, tentacle cock in and out of her tormented, tight, stretched pussy. Fucking her slowly at first, but quickly building up speed, she could feel a long, terrible length to each thrust, the full girth at no point leaving her cervix, despite the amount being fed in and out, never giving that hole the chance to close at all. In addition, the apparent curled up slack, inside her womb, would begin to wiggle and writhe around, stroking her everywhere, seemingly unaffected by the rest of the limb's movements.

Fingers would find their way to her clit, slipping and sliding over that nub, teasing it whichever way they could. The swollen, ribbed, bumpy tentacle cock would plow mercilessly in and out of that tiny hole and he would be sure that she could feel every rigid vein, every contour, quiver and quake the flesh of her sex. It wouldn't take long to make her cum, but the fun wouldn't stop there. No, the rough, heavy, rapid thrusts would come again and again, with an endless, relentless rhythm that seemed to persist no matter what, ignoring anything she said or did, any orgasms she had, including that first one, continuing to hammer away at her.

The agent’s brow furrowed in need as the thing within her came to a rest… just shy of giving her the release she so desperately craved at this point. “No!... no please, please… damn…” She muttered, her eyes tearing up in shame and frustration as she realized she was begging the alien creature to rape her. Down she came, certainly not getting back to any comfortable baseline, not with everything that had been done to her, but neither teetering on the edge, ready to crash over.

New hands caressed her body, making her hips bow out slightly as they deftly avoided her clit. Soon she felt as they moved down to her thighs, feeling over and occasionally kneading the toned flesh there, getting a little shiver in response that ran through her limbs. And then, taking their time, they climbed back up her stretched stomach, each grabbing a handful of fleshy breast and groping, squeezing her young chest as they climbed up towards her tits. Her mouth hung open as she gasped, moaning nearly constantly at the treatment. Palms seemed to grind against her hardened nipples for a moment, though they weren’t rough like a human’s hand, but slippery, doubly so with the shimmering aphrodisiac still coating her body.

She would swear there was a “SHLORP” sound as the things suddenly changed forms and capped each swell of flesh, sucking at each pink tit, rolling them slightly, pushing them this way and that. The young woman’s eyes alternated between clenching shut and going wide, practically shaking along with her body as the thing continued to toy with her body. She should have come by now… she knew she should have. Why couldn’t she? Had it done something? Her tears only increased as she became even more frustrated by this development. Was she going crazy?

As new hands took hold of the base of each heavy globe, additional ones wrapped around her neck, pulling it back just like her limbs… not choking her, but putting pressure on her. With as fast as her blood was pumping, it took only seconds for a slight fog to come over her, her mind awash, feeling only her sensations and unable to focus on anything else.

Finally, the thing in her sex started to slide in and out again… but what she felt didn’t make sense. Muddy as her mind had become, she didn’t try to rationalize it, only realizing that it seemed to be both filling her constantly, even writhing inside of her, yet hammering in and out of her stretched pussy at the same time.

“Haaa! Ahhh! Ahhh!” She cried out over and over as she both felt and heard it slapping into her. New hands seemed to crawl along her hips and descend on her clit again, rubbing and rolling against it. Finally, a dam within her seemed to break, quite suddenly, and “release” crashed over her. This wasn’t the easy, pleasing release she’d wanted though. Her entire body shuddered, pumping her hips almost in a frenzy against the thing as it slammed in and out of her damp sex. The rest of her essentially bound form was afforded little movement, but none-the-less thrashed against the many bindings, her back arching almost obscenely and thrusting her still captured tits into the air.
Still, neither the beast nor her body seemed willing or able to stop, despite the almost tortured yet sexual cries coming from the girl’s throat. She started to try to twist, actually wanting to get away on some level, even though her body wouldn’t let her come down.

Naturally she writhed and convulsed in his grasp, the terrible things he was doing to her too much for anyone to handle. Still, he wouldn't allow her to escape, not if it meant letting her deprive herself of the intense, twisted pleasures and torture he had in store for her. Over the top of her knees, and the surrounding black sludge that engulfed the rest of her legs, only the very top of her tormentor's metallic form could be seen, but even from sound alone, one could hear the mechanical juggernaut as it seemed to whirl and rev into life, the red light of its single illuminated 'eye' now glowing all the more fiercely than before, with its previous movements and actions appearing to be sluggish and 'low power' in comparison to the new vitality it now seemed to possess. Similarly the dark slime that partially enveloped her now seemed to react to her climax with a sense of rejuvenation and frenzy, beginning to wiggle and undulate around her with a newfound sense of life and energy. He'd gotten what he needed from her and all that he was doing now was for the sake of gluttony and entertainment.

Rolling and flexing inside her as it thrust, her tight, fleshy walls not actually granting the intruder much room to move around, the member would seem to undergo even further transformations to add to the blissful ecstasy he was inflicting upon her. Whilst the length of the mass passing back and forth through her narrow vaginal passages would swell, expanding to fill up any and all available space as it thrust again and again against her cervix, striking that exquisite spot, the matter passing through that second, deeper, smaller entrance would seemingly scrunch up and assume a form more like that of several fat beads on a line, with those round, plump little balls delivering an endless barrage of plops and slurps, performed so quickly in sequence that their passage would, in the end, feel more like a violent quivering that neither stopped nor waned then anything else, with every other flurry punctuated by the pleasurable, drum skin beat and thud of this thing hitting her deepest point. All the while, the inside of her womb would continue to be massaged and stroked, with delicate bumps and feelers emerging all along the outside of the main staff that assailed her sex. Of course, one could only do so much with a single hole, but now that he was revitalised and engaged, he'd always have himself two more to play with... a fact that was quickly taken advantage of.

What remained of her uniform having to be torn a little further open, he'd soon have a new, exciting prospect to admire with his 'eyes' as he quickly produced a new member with which to tease this tight little hole of hers. She'd feel smaller tendrils inspecting and lightly probing that orifice, her back entrance apparently the next item on this things menu, though the main dish, a stiff, ribbed cock, ripe and ready to go at her ass, would seemingly do little more than make itself known as it rubbed itself up and down near to her butthole, nuzzling against and around her plump cheeks. A small amount of manipulation would be required to ensure that her mind registered the new threat, with him currently working hard to draw out and see a slow descent for her from her latest state of explosive bliss. With the way she was now, it wouldn't seem too unreasonable for her to be sufficiently 'distracted' as to have his new invader go unnoticed, but just as with the new cock he'd morph into being in front of her face, he didn't want the threat of the next level of escalation to go by without remark.

Her shining, oiled up body would continue to be fucked mercilessly, the beasts unnatural, shape shifting cock plowing back and forth out of her, with not even her own mind safe from violation as it manipulated thoughts and synapsis, drawing out the full length of every orgasm it could get from her. However, now she would have a thick, raw, cock with which to set her eyes upon as it drew closer to her face. Rubbing itself briefly against her cheeks, the thing would withdraw and stand, at the ready, just inches from her lips. It was long, shining, black, meaty... 'delicious', which would be a deliberate descriptive he'd slip into her mind, and it was right there, ready to be indulged by her. Instead of forcing itself on her though... even though she was currently being overwhelmed and driven to exquisite heights, the beast would finally seem to find a voice, through the mechanical mess, letting out three simple, lifeless, monotone words in a tantalizing question.

~ Do. You. Want? ~

It was unclear if it meant the shaft ever threatening her behind, or the new meat stick that hovered close to her lips now. Of course... the real answer would be both, but it'd only allow her the ability to consider one or the other, giving her a rough and forceful thrust into both holes should her current state bring her to ask for 'it'. From there, the three members inside of her would dance and advance, rushing in and out in an endless assault that would surely see her cumming again and again... If she still denied this thing... well... he'd have to think of something else, though he'd be surprised if she was capable of such resistance now, given her current state.

Despite the chorus of sexual sounds their bodies were making… slapping together, the squelching of her juices as it thrust into her, her own panicked gasps and lewd moans… she could hear it positioning itself, and looked up to see the thing almost glaring with malevolent intent, though still, it had little in the way of what you could consider a face. There was just something about it that made her know her torment wasn’t over yet.

The way it was using her was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, even at the hands of other aliens. It seemed to both fill her and fuck her at the same time, undulating so deep within her, rolling against her g-spot, yet also thrusting so deep that she could feel it in her womb. Saliva found its way down the side of her chin as her jaw hung open, shocked at the sensations being forced upon her, barely able to process the pleasure as she came for the creature… again and again, she came it seemed.

What little logical part of her mind remained registered the new thing pressing at her backside, though at this point she was hardly fighting back. Yet another cock… that’s what it was, she knew… positioned above her mouth, the intent obvious from both appendages. It was easy to tell herself that all she could do was accept it at this point… though it didn’t help her reconcile later how easily she was cumming for the creature. Still, even if she didn’t understand why, she was fairly sure she wanted that thing in her mouth.

Suddenly, she could swear she heard a voice. Had it just been her sex crazed mind? “Ungh… nnn… yu… yes…” She managed, figuring she was talking to herself anyway. To her surprise, it seemed to respond to this invitation and quickly thrust into both her mouth and rear, loosening her jaw even more as it pressed down on her tongue. The one below her got a squeal of pain from the girl as its girth stretched her small ass. The pain never fully subsided, but soon she could feel the pair at her sex and ass almost pressing towards each other within her, creating a strange sensation that wracked her with yet another orgasm. The young agent shuddered beneath the thing again, her sweating, oiled up body heaving desperately in an overstimulated state.

Delicate tendrils tickled the tips of her ears, even delved inside, squirming and wiggling as similar, gentle appendages elsewhere found their way to every sensitive inch of her. As she came again and again, the relentless assault leaving her luscious, bare, naked body quivering from unbearable ecstasy, something like a deep, monstrous chuckle seemed to echo inside her head. Massaging and stimulating every spot, unnervingly finding and teasing every sensitive area with an uncanny proficiency, not even her own mind was safe from this thing's prying eye.

A pattern emerged as it responded to every whim and stray thought, more intense and pleasurable assaults following her internal focus as it strayed to places all over her body. Every 'it feels good there', every 'harder', every 'softer', every 'touch me there', every internal response from her, more impulse than thought, was indulged. How did it know exactly where and when to touch her? She wouldn't be given a moment to consider the answer. Want to try and think of something else? Maybe not focus on how good it felt, and where exactly? Too bad. Her captor would not allow her mind to wonder, nor would he allow her to pass out. She'd be stuck, writhing and rising up on this floating cloud of bliss.

The only times it didn't comply to her wishes were the 'it feels too good', 'I'm going to break', and the 'my body feels ready to burst' that came before every climax, every mind shattering orgasm. At those times, this thing would only lean harder against her, force her to experience, to the fullest, those violent, body shuddering, blissful peaks. It'd be sadistic, not letting up, not allowing any rest, only pushing harder, faster, forcing her to greater and greater heights as it brought to life every nerve of her pale, flawless, now sleekly oiled skin.

Any pain would be turned to pleasure, either through special secretions, mind manipulation or, most of the time, just simple, sexual techniques. Her breasts would be squeezed tighter, her nipples treated to harsher tugs, sending electricity throughout her body. Exotic, shape changing, rods slurped and slid their way in and out of her every hole, pounding and abusing relentlessly, forcing the most exquisite sensations upon the poor girl, helpless to resist as she naturally squirmed and, in some cases, convulsed in her restraints.

In her mouth, the thing forced its way down, past the gag reflex, slipping past clamped down muscles and deep into the sweet blonde's throat. There was no mercy, as it started to viscously use and abuse her. At least it didn't taste bad, sweet, salty, kind of meaty. Though rough and sore, at first, this thing's powers would see it come to pass that her gullet was just another pleasure hole, and every deep thrust, creating a visible bulge on the front of her neck, would soon send waves of bliss throughout her body, muffled squeals only spurring this monster on. This thing would continue, hitting her deeper and deeper and, by the end, even her tongue would become this raw, electric, pleasure point, slipping over and feeling every bulge and throbbing vein of the long, merciless shaft being rammed into her, again and again.

Finally though, something new appeared to be happening and, shortly after it'd forced yet another orgasm out of her, she'd become aware of a new, revitalised, fast, rough vigour as this thing began to plough away regardless of delicacy and her experience. The countless members, rubbing all over her by this point, would begin to twitch and bulge. Inside her the monstrous cocks would swell, locking with her flesh and knotting tight to see not a drop of this thing's cum escaping as it started to fire load after load.

How much was it going to cum? After what felt like the first gallon, it didn't seem to be letting up. The seed was thick, creamy and seemed to pour directly into her stomach and womb as huge, bulbous bulge after bulge slid up along the lengths of those monstrous members. All over her body, these rich, viscous deposits would erupt, coating her small, fragile body in cum. Her abdomen would start to bulge, visibly, and she'd feel herself drawing close to breaking by the time it finally stopped.

There'd be a brief moment of calm, then, past the knotted points where her holes were sealed, preventing any of this rich cream to escape, she'd feel the unnatural flesh of this beast stirring around, sloshing the thick pools of fluid inside of her like port in a glass. It'd be a terrible mix of pleasure and pain, the liquid rolling all around inside her, testing her breaking point just a little further, but when the beast finally withdrew, nothing, not even this, would have prepared her. The plug was pulled, the seed free to escape, and it would be a long, drawn out experience, her body slowly returning to normal size as it all poured and sprayed out, gushing all over the place.

She'd hardly be in any sort of a state to allow her to try and escape, but the restraints clamped to her body would remain in place nonetheless. Painted with cum all over her outsides and insides, one might think the torment finally over. However, as she was granted a moment or two of rest, the light on those strange, mechanical bracelets around her ankles, wrists and neck would finally turn green, an ominous turn, were there anyone around in a fit state to observe this. Yes, it was finally ready.