Despite Lorielle's pleas - maybe even because of them - the other girl doesn't relent. She chuckles softly, and presses her lips against Lorielle's neck. They're soft and moist, flawless as they gently brush against her silky skin. They kiss her briefly, softly, then part, and the girl's tongue takes their place. She lets out a soft moan as she licks Lorielle's neck, and her fingers move to the faerie's pussy.

The thin, dexterous digits waste no time. Already slick from Lorielle's own nectar, they slip past her lips and into her tunnel, rubbing against her walls, two at once. Her soft palm brushes Lorielle's clit as the fingers push deep, and start to spread out, stretching her and rubbing her from within.

"You don't want this to stop," the girl says softly, in between brushing Lorielle's neck with her tongue. "You long for it deeper, harder. You want to feel this and more for the rest of your life, just as I do. Release the master. Help him. And we can both spend the rest of our days in bliss." Slowly, she moved her other hand to rest against Lorielle's torso, just beneath her breasts.

The fairy whimpers and whines when the girl kisses her neck, causing Lorielle to arch her back and press her breasts even more firmly into the plexiglass of the raktar's cell. When the lips part so that the tongue can lick at the soft flawless skin, the song is drawn from her throat despite Lorielle's wishes.

As the girl starts to finger her, her hips begin to grind and squirm against the exploring digits.. her muscles clamping down, constricting around the fingers, gripping them tightly even as her oils flow heavily, making it easy for the girl to stretch, rub and slide her fingers within the faerie despite her tightness.

When the girl tells her that she longs for it deeper, harder.. Lorielle sings louder.. faster. Her body is more than flushed, as her arousal and pleasure are quickly soaring out of control. "No..No.. I need.. I need help.. " she protests desperately - even as her words become part of the song. "I need.. to get... back.. what Raccio.... " A touch by the girl on Lorielle's g-spot brings an empassioned cry from the faerie. "I need.. to go... I can't.. stay... I need to...uhh." The girl's digits seek out Lorielle's g-spot again, drawing another cry from the faerie. "I need... I need...I..."

The girl is merciless, licking and kissing the faerie.. fingers dancing all through Lorielle's pussy finding all the most sensitive spots unerringly. "Ahhh.. I NEED TO CUM!! I NEED TO FUCK!!!" she screams as she orgasms hard for the girl.. her fists starting to pound at the plexiglass. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! RAPE ME!! BREAK ME!!" she begs as the orgasm runs through her hard and violent.. but only bringing her to an even higher level of need.

The girl moves her fingers with practiced dexterity, probing and stretching and rubbing deep inside Lorielle. Her fingers work in tandem to excite and stimulate the faerie's tight cunt, pushing her towards her desperately needed climax. She chuckles often, and licks Lorielle's neck with sensual moans. And even as she protests, the cries that come from Lorielle compel the girl to focus on her sensitive spot, prodding the bundle of nerve endings mercilessly.

"You need to be fucked," she says, almost soothingly. "You need to be raped, to be ravaged, to be violated and despoiled and used in every possible way, with every possible ounce of power. You need my master's touch."

True to her words, the faerie cums for her. Even as her fluids gush over her hand and down her thighs, the girl presses deeper, stretching and rubbing and prodding at her g-spot, at all her most sensitive spots. She works right through Lorielle's orgasm, and as she does, the raktar's voice returns.

"You. Are. A. Horny. Slut," it says, clearly finding great amusement in her predicament. "Release. Me. And. I. Will. Reward. You. With. All. Your. Body. Desires." Its single eye watches attentively as one of the girl's hands suddenly seizes Lorielle's breast, and squeezes it in her soft, slender fingers, leaving the other pressed enticingly up against the glass.

Lorielle whines and moans as the girl keeps teasing her both verbally and physically. She all but screams when the girl suggests that she needs the raktar's touch.. then does in fact scream as the continual teasing of her g-spot causes the faerie to climax again. Her juices literally spray against the plexiglass like a geyser as she cums even harder.

>>"You. Are. A. Horny. Slut," it says, clearly finding great amusement in her predicament. "Release. Me. And. I. Will. Reward. You. With. All. Your. Body. Desires."

"YES!! YES!! PLEASE!!" she begs.. no longer able to deny the desires and needs that have been trained into her body. Frantically she pulls free of the girl, but only so she can rush over to the control panel, and start banging on it, trying to open the prison and release her tormenter and savior.

The girl's hands fall away from her body, wet and sticky, still groping as the faerie goes to do as she's told. But she doesn't follow. She only lets out a gasp of delight, and seems to lean towards the case. The raktar's eye follows Lorielle, but the beast remains quiet as she tries desperately to free it. At first, nothing happens as the young woman slaps her hands impotently against the controls. But after a moment of her desperation, it feels almost as if her flailing is being guided by an invisible force. Her palm crashes down on a button, and a green light turns red.

Suddenly, there's a loud hiss, and the glass begins to rise from the floor. It's barely lifted two inches before tentacles swarm out underneath it. A gang of them rush towards Lorielle's guide, who grins widely and stretches out her arms. "Oh, thank you, Master!" she cries in pure bliss, before she's overwhelmed and disappears under the mass.

Lorielle has no time to watch. Another group of tentacles surges up to her so fast they knock her off her feet, but spool beneath her, breaking her fall with their embrace. At once they slide over her, their firm touch caressing her thighs, calves, ass, tits. They're everywhere at once, promising pleasure such as she's never known.

Lorielle makes a soft whimper of relief and desire when at last she hears the glass opening, before she turns back to look at the raktar.

Her companion is long forgotten as the faerie is knocked from her feet only to be caught in a mass of tentacles. As they begin stroking and caressing her, her neck arches as she practically screams her song. Passion, need and lust fill her voice like never before - her song strong and demanding, yet submissive. The song proclaims her surrender even as it begs for her to be ravished to her absolute limits and beyond.

Even as she vocalizes her needs and desires, her wings are vibrating so fast and hard with her arousal that they make an audible whine.. like a high powered engine or a powerful vibrator. Rarely, if ever, has the Raktar seen such unbridled sexuality and desire.. and he hasn't even begun to explore the depths and heights of pleasure to which the faeries can be taken.

The chorus of sounds that erupt from the faerie seem only to energize the monster molesting her. Its tentacles wrap around her tits and begin to squeeze, ravenously groping and molding her soft mounds. More of the tendrils slide over her body, caressing her legs, her arm, her stomach. They touch her everywhere, pressing against her soft, sensitive skin with their thick, muscular masses. As she cried out, another tentacle slipped between her legs and ran its length over her naked sex. And yet, it didn't tunnel into her ready body. The tentacles quivered, as if all the force in the universe was driving them towards penetrating her and fucking her for all she desired, yet an even greater force held them back.

Suddenly, the other girl re-emerged from the tentacle swarm. She dangled by her arms, legs, and torso, held aloft by the powerful appendages. All three of her fuckable holes were filled with tentacles, ravenously thrusting in and out of her, making her bulge with their mass as they pounded her relentlessly. And yet, her face showed nothing but bliss, her eyes rolling back as she moaned in absolute euphoria.

"Is. This. What. You. Want?" the voice spoke again. "Beg. Me. Once. More."

Lorielle's song gets punctuated by sharp cries of lust and pleasure as the Raktar's tentacles wrap around her swollen breasts and begin to squeeze and grope the large firm globes. Her nipples ache from how hard they are, sticking out like thumbs as if begging to be sucked. Every inch of the faerie's body responds like the most sensitive of erogenous zones. She writhes uncontrollably amongst the tendrils, adding to the sensations of them moving over her skin.

Her sex is absolutely drenched when the tendrils seek between her legs, and even the lightest of touch brings a fresh gush of honey from the horny faerie. Her folds tremble and shutter, as her clit pulses and throbs with need. Her hips arch and pound forward - the frustration of not being penetrated driving Lorielle to even higher levels of desire.

As the slave who led her hear is 'presented' to Lorielle's gaze, her body arches hard almost orgasming just from the sight.. her song becomes almost frantic.. desperate... pleading for her to be ravished to destruction. The faerie has lost all power of speech at this point - as her voice is caught up in a song that can not be restrained. *No!* her mind tells the Raktar.

At first it might seem like there is a final spark of defiance from the faerie - but then the rest of the thought finally forms and completes her surrender.

*I.. WANT...NEED...MORE!* she tells the raktar, a vision of her being ravished by at least twice as many tentacles as her former guide.. her body so deformed as tentacles too numerous to count ravish every one of her holes. Then.. Lorielle's fantasy goes further than even she had intended to share, as if taking on a life and urgency of its own. The vision expands to show Lorielle being held a loft in the middle of a stadium filled with thousands of alien spectators -- all of different species. The faerie orgasms so hard that on each thrust of a tentacle pushing into her pussy and womb, she squirts all over the first few rows of spectators. Her body looks exhausted even as she climaxes again and again.. non-stop orgasms striking with each thrust of each individual tentacle into her hyper-sexualized body until she passes out.

Each time she faints from pleasure, another pair of tentacles prod into her ass and pussy, causing her to wake with a shock and sing even louder and harder as she starts cumming again and again until she passes out again only to have another pair of tentacles join the fray and assault her holes.

Eventually she is drenched in semen from head to toe - barely visible under the slick mass - but even then she is given no respite. As the vision changes again as the creatures from the first few rows all climb over the fence into the staidum and join in her ravishment.

263 listens to her voice and watches her mind. Teasing and torturing the poor young woman has all been meant to break her, and from the way she nearly cums from the slightest touch, it seems its efforts have paid off. Almost too easily, it would seem. By now, the hapless faerie is so desperate to be ravaged that she's fantasizing about all of it in its most extreme form. In its most harrowing rapes, 263 has rarely ravished a woman so completely as Lorielle's mind begs for now. Such wantonness is almost shocking, but the monster is happy to deliver, in more ways than one. The fantastical images flood into 263's mind, arousing it further. But 263 can do more than just read them.

Suddenly, Lorielle's vision swims. What was a subconscious image for her becomes front and center in her perception. Her vision is filled with the backdrop of the stadium, mostly obscured by the tentacles that surround her, holding her aloft. She can hear the screaming crowds cheering for her violation, but it's almost lost in the epic whirlwind of sexual movement driving straight into her. She can see herself bulging with the sheer number of tentacles violating her deepest depths, witness her breasts deforming from the domineering grip. All that's missing is the sensation.

263 wastes no time in rectifying that. A tentacle plunges into her cunt. Then a second follows, and then a third. Her hips are stretched open, and her pussy is filled beyond measure. In one solid thrust, the first pierces her cervix, and the others follow it into her womb. Without pause, without patience, they begin to thrust. The tentacles rape Lorielle hard, fulfilling her body's every want and need even as more close around her to use her body for all it's worth.

Lorielle's song is whining and plaintive as 263 turns her fantasy into perception. Her back arches and her breasts swelling slightly with arousal as her nipples turn into hard sharp points of sensation.

Then all of a sudden 263 drives into her not once.. not twice.. but three times. Each tentacle forces a grunt from the faerie's lips even as she keeps singing. Each one drives all the way into the back of her womb on the single stroke before pulling back to begin all over again. Which is why, given the faerie's obvious arousal - her reaction to his penetration is probably quite shocking.

For the faerie doesn't immediately climax as he drives into her. In fact, neither the second tentacle nor the third brings the expected orgasm. Even the continued thrusting doesn't send her over the edge. From the way her pussy is soaked with arousal, and the way her walls grip at the thrusting organs, there is no mistaking the girl's pleasure. But rather than tensing and crashing into orgasm.. Lorielle actually sighs and relaxes into the rape. Each thrust just brings a cooing pleased sound to her song - proclaiming she is enjoying it.

Conversely, the moment 263 thrusts into Lorielle in reality - the 'fantasy' faerie screams as another tentacle drives into her.. and the vision Lorielle cums even harder. In fact, each time he seems to thrust into the real Lorielle.. things seem to get worse for the fantasy faerie. Aliens of all types have crawled over the wall into the arena with the raktar and faerie. Despite the fact that it is nearly impossible to count how many tentacles the raktar is raping her with at this point.. their movements so complex that it's impossible to tell one from the next... somehow the crowd finds their way close enough to enjoy the fun too. Other tentacles.. as well as cocks start to rape the fantasy faerie as well in every one of her holes.

The immediate response the faerie gave to finally being penetrated as hard and thoroughly as she wants comes as a surprise to 263, to say the least. All at once, her body seems to give out. The monster has seen women fucked to the point of exhaustion before, certainly - when their struggles cease and their bodies go limp, offering only subconscious moans and whimpers and orgasms as a primal reflex. But it usually has to rape them for hours to reach that point.

And at the same time, the faeries' subconscious goes wild. In her own mind, she screams and cums without limit or control, begging for more. Willing more, in fact, as her fantasy evolves beyond 263's control. By her own desire, she becomes a cock puppet for half the galaxy, it seems.

As with the physical, women mentally withdrawing while being ravaged was nothing 263 hasn't seen before. And it has learned how to chase them into whatever version of consciousness they try to retreat into, forcing them to experience their rape no matter how they run from it. But this divide is so sudden, and so loud, that for the first moment, even 263 is disoriented as to which vision is reality, and which is fantasy. It recovers quickly, but then it's left with a dilemma.

Clearly, the woman's fantasies of being used and dominated are somehow directing pleasure from her body into her mind. That much, 263 hasn't seen before. And on the one tentacle, this means that the singing screams and flowing cum it primally desires of her are locked within her dreams, where they are of little use to 263's physical wants. But at the same time, this occurrence fascinates 263 so much that it feels compelled to know more, to see its limits and its use, to know how this behavior, and the faerie herself, can be turned to the monster's advantage.

For its first experiment, 263 continues apace. Its three tentacles pillage her pussy relentlessly, driving all the way into her womb. Her stomach bulges from the tentacles driving into her baby maker alone, but this won't suffice. Two more tentacles dart up to her ass, and without bothering to tease her, they thrust their way inside. As one, they push almost to her intestines. They bend her back with the force of their thrusts as they start to fuck her, making her bulge all the more.

Even with no prep work, the new tentacles find little resistance from the Faerie as two of them force their way into her ass and deep into her body. Lorielle's body arches until it is almost like a U shape.. the bulges of the tentacles in her abdomen becoming even more pronounced as they work rhythmically inside her ass and womb.

There is no doubt that the faerie responds to the new intrusions, as her wings begin to vibrate even faster, making a whining hum as they are nearly invisible from the speed with which they are moving. Her head rolls back, and her neck arches out so that 263 can see the vibrations in her throat as she sings her pleasure. Her song is still like a siren's song though, alluring and teasing and lustful - rather than the passion filled screams of pleasure that he has heard from her before.. it's almost like they are encouraging 263 to go further and see just how much the faerie can take. And as wet and tight as she is around his tentacles, the raktar can tell that she can take at least one, maybe two more in each of her holes.

The effect of this new development though is even more pronounced in her fantasy, and perhaps more surprising. For as her physical rape gets rougher, the focus of the fantasy changes. While 'vision Lorielle' continues to be gang raped by a crowd almost too numerous to count.. the images of the vision change. Rather than 'watching' the faerie - the vision shifts to Lorielle's perspective. Rather than watching or paying attention her vision drifts outwards.. watching the crowd that is watching her.. watching all of the lifeforms that are staring at her, masturbating to her rape.. being aroused by the relentless and merciless assault on her.

And THAT is when 263 will feel the sudden rush of wetness soak the faerie's womb and pussy, as she quickly lubricates wildly.. and a pleading, almost desperate sound tone starts to fill her teasing song.

Her vision moves from the crowd.. to the cameras that are filming her.. dozens of drones surrounding her.. catching her from every angle.. catching every expression as she climaxes again and again and again, each time stronger than the last. She cries out, as her vision body arches violently.. causing her eyes to snap upwards where they catch sight of the giant view screens all around the colloseum broadcasting her pleasure from every angle.

As the dream faerie reaches even greater pleasure, the focus changes again.. as it moves beyond the colloseum.. and focuses on the broadcast images. Images that are being broadcast not only over the entire planet.. but into interstellar space as well. On luxury space ships... on walls of screens in markets.. even on giant monitors that dominate entire city markets -- Lorielle's "rape" is being broadcast to billions of life forms throughout the galaxy.

And that is when, without any warning or advanced sign, the true Lorielle WAILS in pleasure. Her body arches up even harder, making 263 fear that her spine might break. And her pussy and ass clamp down HARD around his tentacles. They grow so tight that it actually is difficult for him to keep thrusting for a few seconds, before her sweet cum erupts from her body with a force and volume he's rarely if ever seen before from a female.

At first, it seems natural for 263 to focus on the faerie's physical responses. The physical realm has always been its most direct connection with the women it rapes - where their nerves and their flesh and their bodies being ravaged sends their minds adrift in pleasure they can't resist or escape from. And the physical desires are what most drive 263, and what most satisfy it. The mental aspect - this realm of fantasy - has always served primarily as an amusing novelty. A delicious cherry on top of the wonderful sundae that is the physical rape. Certainly, it's fun to force a girl to experience a dozen violations all at once, and watch her mind reel. But all that is only a game, in some ways made more boring by the fact that, as helpless as its victims are in the real world, the balance of power is even more one-sided in their minds. 263 is always in control there.

So it's a thoroughly shocking moment when it realizes that it can't claim that anymore. 263 is just debating filling Lorielle with four more tentacles when its attention is drawn back to their shared fantasy, and once more, control is wrenched away from it. This time, however, it isn't the circumstances of Lorielle's rape, but her perspective. And 263's perspective moves with her's. Rather than watching it unfold as the master of the dream, it is drawn into her, and then they move outward together, their view expanding to reaches that previously hadn't even existed in this fantasy. Lorielle is as much in control of the dream world as 263, its reality shaping to her desires.

And when the initial shock of being overpowered subsides, 263 is finally able to see what those desires are, clear as a scream in a silent room. Every being in this imagined universe of thousands is staring at her, watching her being raped with delight and overwhelming lust. Every creature in the universe is watching her being violated, used as a toy, turned into a doll meant only for fucking and throwing away. 263 did not create these voyeuristic deviants. Lorielle did, and the farther out they go, the more of them there are. And the greater her pleasure becomes, until it all comes to a head.

As violent and powerful as her orgasm is, 263 is no longer surprised when it comes. It has seen the working of her mind now. This explosion was inevitable. And if it so desired, 263 could make this orgasm last until exhaustion claimed her, showing her the public rape and humiliation she so desired while fucking her body powerfully and constantly, with as many tentacles as she could hold. But it ismusing over something more interesting now, and while it longs to sup deeply on her cries and her cum, curiosity is proving an even more powerful motivator.

And so, after only a moment of her orgasm, the tentacles withdraw from her, release her, and drop her to the floor. As she lies there, quaking with uncontrollable orgasm, the beast does something uncharacteristic. The tentacles point towards her and pulse, and rather filling her insides with their cum, they spray her down with it, coating her and leaving her lying in a puddle of thick, warm ooze.

And the moment 263 withdraws from her, the vision between them snaps as Lorielle's mind rushes back into her body. Her wail of pleasure turns into a scream of frustration as her orgasm is snuffed out as quickly as it had started. Her head tosses in frustration as the orgasm is denied, and the faerie is left in the most highly aroused state her body can take.

Her body remains arching hard, yearning for the raktar's touch even as he drenches her from head to toe in cum. Her wings nearly invisible from how fast they vibrate, her pussy drooling lubrication constantly as her song turns from alluring and teasing, to angry, demanding and frustrated. It's probably a good thing for the faerie that this hold is sound-proofed or she'd probably have every male on the ship berserk with the desire to rape her out of existence.

Even as the raktar leaves her in such a state of sexual frustration that most females would be driven insane from it, the raktar will feel the Faerie in ITS mind this time. *Is that all you've got?* her lust-filled mind echoes in his.. *Scared you can't finish what you started?* she taunts - trying to drive the raktar into a level of need to equal her own.

263 watches the faerie girl writhe helplessly on the floor, literally overflowing with arousal. Normally, the raktar would be obliged to satisfy a girl in a state like that, using her and raping her, pumping her holes until she cums herself to sleep and can bear no more. Then, it would take her as its slave, and ravage her for the rest of her days. It still has every intention of doing that with Lorielle, of course. But the faerie is clearly much more than an ordinary girl, in lust and endurance alone. 263 can tell that it could fuck her for hours upon hours, and she still wouldn't be satisfied, still wouldn't quit, would just take more and more. She's practically the perfect woman in that regard.

But while such a quality makes her the perfect fuck toy, it, along with her obvious natural abilities, could make her a powerful tool as well. 263 is just beginning to consider the possibilities when it feels her in its own mind, taunting him. Fortunately, 263 isn't a creature of ego. It has the rest of Lorielle's life to prove to her just what it can do to her. But, it does find her rebelliousness amusing for a sex doll.

Its tentacles lash out suddenly, ensnaring the faerie's limbs. Two more wrap around her wings, ceasing their rapid buzzing. With her trapped in place, a final tentacle claims the last vestige she has to express her lust, by filling her mouth, and slowly fucking her throat. 263 watches the trapped faerie with amusement as it punishes her sass. Still, her outburst has at least served some purpose - it's far easier to communicate with her if they've both transcended spoken language.

*You truly are a horny slut. You long not just to be fucked, but to be raped. And to be raped in front of millions, billions. The more beings watch you be defiled, the greater your lust. Isn't it?*