"Ahh... a good request! Well... if I'm satisfied. One way or the other. I'll certainly let you go. I suppose it depends on how long it takes for me to be satisfied..." He chuckles at the annoyingly circular logic...

Tentacles adhered to her firm breasts, pressure from squeezes and tugs rolling across them and pleasing the bounty of skin and flesh. He would squeeze and pull at one tit, a sucker near the tip of a tentacle ensnaring her nipple, then he'd just heft and bounce it while her other breast was tormented. Thinner tentacles with smaller suckers seized upon the fringes of her netherlips, slowly prying her open wider, exposing her deeper...

Finally, watching her reactions and plight with a smirk on his face, he asked. "Terrible family. You never got along with them at all?" Why was he asking such weird and personal questions indeed... it was a creepy fascination, inquiring about the family and history of the woman in his grasp... or maybe he was just idly killing time as he warmed her up.

"N-No," Kanoe gasps breathlessly, "Never..got along.."

Her struggles grew a bit more desperate as the sensitive flesh quickly firms from the tentacles manipulations. The woman's nipples were now fully harden from the constant suckling of the small suction cups. Her bra tears from the tendrils constantly moving under the soaked fabric to reach her warm chest. Kanoe's pulse quickens as waves of pleasure began to flow through her from the vulnerable orbs.

Though she thought it was only five times, her body knew better. The woman's slit was already growing moist as the tendrils part her netherlips. A soft moan left her lips as the tendrils continue to squeeze and pull at her chest. Kanoe shuts her eyes and shakes her head. She had to fight it.

"St-Stop..Ahh..Fondling me.." She blurts out quickly.

He doesn't push head, just slowly feeling her body react and enjoying every tremble and shudder that ran through her. He was taunting her with his words, but now as well with his touches. His tentacles on her breasts began to coil around the quivering mounds, squeezing at the base and rolling the pressure up until he tugged at her firm nipples. He repeated this over and over... and then paused.

"Oh? Do you really want me to?" The tentacles began to slide away a little, the ones fondling her at least, seeing if she would twist away or for them as they retreated.

But the ones that weren't fondling were still tugging at her sex, and with them... more pleasure came. One bumpy tentacle slid along her slit, slowly turning as it ground along her open sex, grinding against her aching clit as it passed between her thighs and slid past her buttocks. Teasing now, cruelly so.

The woman was panting as the tentacles slide and squeeze every bit of her luscious orbs. The slime was doing little to cool the tender flesh as her body grew hotter with each stroke. Curses ran through her mind at her sensitive body but she was not about to give in to such pleasures. A soft sigh leaves her lips as the tentacles slowly pull away from her chest. She gladly pulls at her bonds, trying to yank away from the vile things.

Kanoe was about to answer when she felt something rough grind along her parted netherlips. Loud gasps of pleasure escape the witch as she pulls and tugs fruitlessly at her bonds. How dare this thing toy with her like this? The bumps of the tentacle began to brush along her clit causing it to throb with waves of pleasure. Her hands close into fists as her struggles grew a bit more desperate. Already her precious nectar began to soak her dripping sex. The woman lost all composure as she glares down at him.

"Ah-Ahh...St-Stop it!" She cries out.

She's head fast, the tentacles on her limbs not giving any inch at her struggles. "Stop? Never... never never. I wish I could keep you down here, always..." He spoke with relish, as if imagining that very delight, grinning up at her and delighting in the glare.

"Well... I stopped. Should I start again?" Tentacles began to slide along her skin and legs again, and once again the tentacles seized her beautiful breasts, squeezing and rolling them happily.

As her breasts were re-worked, teased, and tormented, her sex was ground and twisted against by the tentacle between her legs. How long would he torment her indeed? The friction against her clit was bad enough, but as the tentacle slid back the way it came, the tip clasped a tiny sucker to the jutting nub, beginning to flick it about rapidly!

"Mm... enjoying yourself? Perhaps you should answer a question, if you want me to stop that..." He paused a moment, then added. "Have any lovers? Ones you left behind, or ones you found here?"

The witch writhes in frustration as the tentacles renewed their assault. She everything possible to move away from the teasing appendages, hoping to get a brief moment of relief. It did little to deter the monster as it continues to roll and squeeze her firm orbs, flicking over her hardened nipples with each stroke. Kanoe's legs shiver as they try to squeeze together. But with the tendrils holding her spread eagle, her dripping sex was exposed and completely vulnerable to the grinding tentacles.

"B-Bastard..st-sto..Ahhh!"

The woman cries out as a tiny suction cup seals over her throbbing pearl. Every suck and flick over the little nub sent shudders of pleasure though her entire body. Her back arches as she gasps and groans loudly. The fluttering in her stomach quickly became a raging inferno as her sex began to quiver and contract hungerly. Juices flowed like a river down the tendrils and her thighs as her eyes roll back in her head briefly. She was so close. Her body needed it badly but she was not about to beg for anything. Kanoe barely even heard the thing's next question. Weakly her head shakes side to side. She was not about give Clarice to this monster.

"N-No," She groans between gasps, "Ahh..N-No one.."

Now not only was every curve and slope of sensual flesh being stimulated, but suckered ends seized the sensitive nubs of her breasts and flicked and toyed with her delicate clit ruthlessly.

And the coaxing tentacles shifted, lowering and aiming straight towards her sex, aiming for her very womb! They began to press against her sexlips and roll slowly around them, spreading them and teasing all about their edges.

"None? Oh... that's too bad." He says sympathetically. "Then beg me to violate you... no one will mind. Otherwise..." More tentacles mount between her legs, threatening to cram her full three at a time!

Warm juices run down the tentacle that was rolling up against her open netherlips. She shakes her head wildly as she tries to control herself. Her struggles were useless as the suction cups suck and tug directly on her nipples and clit. Kanoe gazes down at the strange monster. Her eyes widen as more tendrils slither up, threatening to pierce deep into her body.

"No!" She cries out, the tendrils still stroking and stimulating her body, "It..It will tear me in half!"

The witch groans as she tries to pull away from the tendril rolling over her sex. It felt so disgusting yet so good. Her body was tingling all over as hot blood engorges her lovely breasts and errect clit. She didn't want to give in, not this way.

"Then... will you beg? As he whispers that to her ear, powerful coils squeeze and roll across her heaving mounds, molesting her breasts roughly even as her nipples were tugged on. The rolling motions milked her breasts together, then alternatively, and finally flexed and pulled free!

The suckers that stuck to her ample curves popped free with pinpricks of pain and pleasure, sending shockwaves through her sensitive breasts. Worse still, his power was slowly working on her nerves, increasing their response slowly and surely to the pleasurable stimulations.

And still, he hadn't entered her. The three tentacles pressed tightly together, forming a thick column that slowly ground against her sex, dipping in slightly, teasing her passage and threatening it with further entry.

But for now, only one of them shot forwards, driving past her cervix and forcing into her deepest center with a single thrust. Violating her womb, the tentacle began to slowly work back and forth, stretching her wide, making her bounce atop of it as he began to chuckle lowly.

The woman gasps in pain as the tendrils roughly grope and abuse her breasts. The horrible sound of her slime covered flesh rolling together filled her ears along with the monster's whispers. Kanoe gazes down at the thick column of tentacles, pressed up tightly against her sex. She could only groan as the suckers suddenly pulled and popped of her breasts only to return to their fondling once more. She bites down on her lip. The more he did this, the better it felt.

The disgusting pleasure was interrupted by a tentacle spearing all the way into her womb. A piercing scream echoes off the walls and down the hall. Given no time to adjust the tentacle had torn it's way in, filling her completely. Kanoe shudders in agony. The woman blinks back tears as she whimpers, the tendril slowly moving and spreading her more. She tries to speak while trying to breathe in all the air she just screamed out.

"Pl..Ahh..Please..." She whimpers as she bounced up and down on the slime covered tendril.

The slick, wet noises of the tentacles across her breasts and the one pushing in and out of her sex made him chuckle under his breath. He took his thrusts and squeezes a bit slower, letting her adjust a little. Pain wasn't the game, although a slight edge of it could intensify the experience. At every shudder and quiver, he squeezed and stroked her sensual body, tentacles sliding over her curves and grasping her peaks ruthlessly.

But still that tentacle thrust between her legs quickly, eagerly, impatiently. It bounced her up and down, using her own weight to help drive her down atop it as he pushed in and out. The two that waited slid forwards a little, slipping along and sliding slime across her asscheeks. "What was that? I couldn't hear you... You have to speak up a bit louder, say a bit more..." He chortles lowly, emphasizing his words with a series of sharp tugs on the peaks of her breasts and her aching pearl between her legs.

Kanoe flops up and down on the rubbery tendril. The thrusts and gropings grew a bit gentler, replacing the pain with wild sensations. Her dripping sex tightens hungerly around the thick tentacle, feeling every inch of it sliding inside her being. Her cheeks blush deeply as she moans louder. She could not help herself. Why did it have to feel so good? Her body began to squirm. The slime did little to cool her heating body now.

She could scream for him to stop and be torn apart by more tendrils or she can beg for more. The choice was becoming easier with every bounce on the appendage. The witch shudders as another wave of pleasure washes through her body. Her arms and legs flex and tug at her bonds, rocking her body gently against the thrusting tentacle. Kanoe shuts her eyes as she tries to speak.

"Nnggh...M-More..." She gasps, "Be...Be gentle..please..."

She had to swallow her pride in order to save her body. She hated admitting this defeat more than anything.

"Oh? Well, that's a start..." The tentacles continued to coax her body; her breasts were fondled and teased, her thighs stroked and squeezed. Every time she arched her body the coils would give a firm milking squeeze over her delightful mounds, tugging at her vulnerable nipples ruthlessly. The tentacle toying with her vulnerable pearl continued to flick it about and play, sometimes pressing her clit down to emphasize the tentacle's thrusts into her body.

And as she bounced, as those feelings continue to rose, a number of other tentacles rose up around her, dancing and rippling around. One lowered itself before her, the narrow tip toying at her lips at the apex of each thrust. Slick fluid dribbled down her chin as that thing swayed in front of her eyes now.

"Best beg a little more enthusiastically, or I'll have to find another use for my slattern's mouth..." He teases cruelly, emphasizing his words with a particularly rough thrust into her innermost depths...

"Ahhh! Oh god!"

Her entire body felt like it was being pulled every direction and her body loved every bit of it. Kanoe's once pale orbs were not a pinkish red from all the rough handling from the creature's tentacles. They burned and were becoming more and more tender, every stroke and squeeze sending a mixture of pleasure and pain through her being. Her throbbing peaks were stretched and errect a full inch from their puffing areolae, pulsing with each beat of her rapid heart.

The monster's command tore at her while the tentacle continues to rape and pound at her will. Her pride and ego screams to fight back. But to fight would only mean more would tear into her. To give up would mean to beg for it from this vile thing. The choice kept pulling at her as the thing kept ravaging her vulnerable body. Every thrust was rewarded with a squish of warm juices and her shivering body from head to toe. Kanoe shook her head trying desperately to focus. But every thought was smashed by another thrust of the slimy tendril. Her body could not stop quivering as her sex clenched tightly around the pounding appendage. The question was answered for her as both her body and mind snapped together. The woman screams as her body climaxes, her head rearing back as she cries out to the creature.

"Yes! Please! Ahh...F-Fuck me!" She groans, "I can't take it anymore!"

He slows down just a hair as she convulses in orgasm, fucking her throughout and chuckling as she begins to beg. It wasn't a full collapse, it didn't seem to be anyway. She wasn't ready for that... but she WAS ready now for even greater humiliations. There was a reason he chose this place, after all.

Holding her convulsing body, the tentacle still squishing wetly in and out of her, he began to walk out into the hall. The tentacles dancing around her slipped around her legs and arms with the others holding her, grasping her more securely as he starts to walk up a flight of stairs. "Alright. I'll spare your sex greater pleasures for now. Let's move things up a notch! Have any friends you want us to visit?"

With a dark grin, he brought her out of one of the stair-doors onto the grass outside. Then he began to move along outside the windows, holding her low enough that any girls awake and looking outside would see her horrific plight! But sparingly, curtains were drawn, and a tentacle pressing against her lips was threatening to muffle any cries she was making.

Finally, he stops at a set of windows, ones showing the interior of a student lounge! He didn't venture in there, but instead held out her nude, violated body, tentacle still fucking her with wild abandon, and mashed her breasts roughly into the window. With her body grinding against the sheer surface, her tits were still molested roughly and another tentacle began to stroke along her buttocks.

"Think anyone's still up? Think anyone might wander in?" He whispers lowly, standing close behind her. He wasn't interested in disturbing the many sleeping heads in the dorm... but what he -was- doing was shaming her and instilling a whole new erotic angle... of the danger of being seen. If that didn't give her new energy to fight and bring out deeper reserves of strength, he wasn't sure what would!