Sylvie gagged on the monster before trying to, somehow, spit it out. She also tried to move her wrist so she could swat the tongue away from her slit. No matter how amazingly good it felt, she couldn't let herself give in to this horrible creature!

He held her tight, not letting her move or dislodge him. She might get a little sucess later, if she earned it, but she couldn't really escape.

THe cock in her mouth begin to thrust slowly, slimy hands gently squeezing and caressing her breasts. Tiny little suckers formed, latching on to her clit and nipples, eagerly tugging at the sensitive little nubs.

"Squeal for me."

Sylvie didn't squeal, but she did groan, hips bucking into the tentacles surrounding her. She wish it didn't feel so good...

Slowly, a single tentacle raised itself to her cunt, forming into the shape of a cock and teasing her warm, wet pussylips with its head.

"I said squeal."

Sylvie shook her head once again. Hadn't she given this bastard creature enough? Why did she have to squeal for it? She wasn't a pig; she was a human being!

A yjock, phallic tendril lashed out, cock-slpping Sylvie roughlu across the cheeck before the glassy-clear organ teasing he slit suddenly thrust in.

"Are you trying to make me hurt you, little girl? Make some noise for me, or I'll reach down your throat and do it myself."