The usually feisty teen found herself unable to do much but squirm under the creature as he groped her ample breasts hungrily, sending shivers of unwanted pleasure and shame coursing through her body.

“Get… your hands… off of… my… oh god, no, not there…” she managed to gasp out, her attention drawn so much to his attention to her young chest that she only noticed his other hand as it slipped across her skin, delving under her shorts and stretching the material.

He ignored her protests, continuing to knead her tits while the hand in her shorts began to caress her pussy.

With his free hand, he removed his loincloth. "Time to get a bit more serious, I think." A large tentacle extended from between his legs, slid along her body and between her breasts, thrusting towards her mouth.

The redhead gasped as her captor continued his attentions to her prominent breasts, squeezing the firm flesh hungrily, her now stiff nipples grinding against his palms. Her hips bucked away from the hand sliding across her sex lips at first, though eventually her resistance there faded as well, laying still, her legs even spreading a little of their own accord.

By the time he began to slide another tentacle along her body, she was partially under his spell. The teen could feel the thing slide up her smooth belly, between her heaving mounds, its destination obvious. She tried to close her mouth but found herself having to gasp for breath quite often as he stroked her most sensitive areas.

The girl's efforts to keep his cock out of her mouth slowed him down. However, simultaneously pinching both her nipples and pressing a finger slightly into her vagina elicited enough of a reaction to allow him to thrust the tentacle between her lips.

That done, his free hand grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down.

Jag yelped in pain as he suddenly clamped down on both of her tender nipples, sending pain shooting through her body, outwards from her tortured breasts. At the same time, she could feel him press one of his fingers into her sex, just barely, enough to…

… by the time she realized what he was doing it was too late, the tentacle was pushing through her full lips, forcing itself into her mouth. This, along with the feeling of her shorts being pulled down her hips, made the fiery teen redouble her efforts to escape, despite what little success she was having. She bucked beneath him, though managed to do little more than arc her back and press her breasts into his hands.

It required some careful maneuvering of tentacles to get her shorts off without actually freeing either of her legs. Despite her increased struggles, however, he managed it without any real difficulty.

The tentacle in her mouth thrust back and forth, rubbing between her breasts as it did so. Then it seemed to leave her mouth and head back down her body, and yet, like his hands earlier, clearly also remained where it was.

Her young body twisted and writhed beneath him as he finally removed her shorts, essentially bare to her captor. Her only remaining garment, the bra, was actually doing more to show off her large chest than to hide it, pushing it out on display; a fact he was taking full advantage of as his tentacle not only violated her mouth, dipping into it’s warmth and coating itself in her saliva, but slid between the ample mounds of flesh on her chest as well.

She could almost feel it leave her mouth for a second, only it never had. Instead another tentacle was working its way down her body, past it’s brother entrenched in her cleavage and down her toned belly, it’s destination obvious. Her eyes went wide, pleading the only way she could.

His hand carefully parted her nether lips as the tentacle approached. After briefly rubbing against them, the tentacle thrust in.

The brief, unexpected resistance surprised him for a moment. A virgin? Wonder how she managed that in this place?

Jag fought even more as she felt his hand spread open her lips, though she knew, at least on some level, there was no escape for her now. As the tentacles pushed into her tight sex, a soft, quick gasp of pain pushed past the tentacle in her mouth, her chest huffing out as she took in a sharp breath. After a moment another, equally soft, groaning sound came from the girl’s throat, though less of pain and more of forced pleasure.

The hands on her chest continued their work, squeezing her breasts against the tentacle between them, while the other pair shifted up and began working on her nipples. The tentacles, meanwhile, had fallen into an alternating rhythm, one thrusting in while the other slid back. If it's her first time, I should make sure she remembers it well.

Jag gasped as the thing sawed it’s tentacle through the soft valley of her cleavage, her proud breasts wobbling to either side of it, held still once in a while as he would tweak a nipple, or pull at one, only to let it snap back to her fleshy mound with a bounce. Overpowered by the sudden rush of lust, her legs slowly relax, spreading a little to the thing pumping her sex relentlessly. She could feel herself practically dripping after a few moments, shuddering and bucking with barely held back sexual feelings, her mind fighting to keep control over her inexperienced body.

((Sorry about the god awful delay))

He felt her resistance ease slightly. It shouldn't be too hard to get her to give in to lust completely. He pressed her breasts together harder as the tentacle in her mouth began to thrust faster. Meanwhile, he shifted the tentacle in her vagina slightly, attempting to drive her to the edge of orgasm.