Chapter 3 - Mind Fucker

Well, I got sick, so this is a week later than I planned. I'll post the epilogue (no smut) at the same time.

The party was going pretty well, Lanying considered. Her group of friends had arrived not long after it had started, and there had already been plenty of people there. She had danced with a couple of guys, had had a couple of drinks, and was now just a little tipsy.

She leaned back against the table and sipped rom her cup of punch, watching the people. The dance floor was still full, and she had taken a break to cool off a little before getting back to it. She brushed her hair out of her face. Normally she kept it pulled back in a ponytail, but for her Snow White costume she had left it loose, and now flyaway strands of her were sticking to her forehead.

Looking at some of the other people, she was feeling a little disappointed with her costume. She liked to go all-out for the holiday, so she had bought the base of it months ago, and had added and modified a lot of it herself, but compared to some of the other people here it looked a little low-quality. A costume stop had apparently popped up in the mall just before Halloween, and the costumes there were apparently very good, if a little eclectic.

A few feet away, for example, there was a girl dressed as an elf, with green-tinted blonde hair and long pointy ears, dressed in a sparkly green dress with a long slit up each leg so that the front and back ended in cloth panels hanging down past her knees. It wasn't an extravagant costume, but the ears looked far better than the cheap rubbers tuff you usually found in shops, and she had accented the costume with some makeup to make her look thinner.

She was talking to a guy in a full-body costume of some kind of horror monster, with grey-green painted skin and a mask that ended in a cluster of tentacles where his mouth should be. Those looked good to, very realistically wet and slimy, and the straw he was drinking his punch through looked out of place.

Lanying looked into her cup. It was about time to get back to the dancing, after she finished her drink, she thought. An if she found a good dancer, maybe they could have some more fun after the party...

There was a sound of static, then the music cut off as the lights flickered and went out. The dancers on the floor stumbled to a stop, but a moment later there was another burst of static and the music started up again as the lights flickered back to life. Something wasn't quite right with the audio equipment -- there was a deep hum underlying the music, now -- but since it was still audible, Lanying figured it was still good enough.

She turned her gaze back to the elf and the tentacle guy. Those really were excellent costumes. The elf's ears seemed to twitch with her changing expressions, and the makeup really did make her look inhumanly thin and ethereal. The guy's his mouth tentacles seemed to move on his own as he talked, and the molded chest piece really did look ike actual muscles.

Maybe they were, in which case he was in excellent shape. Lanying smiled into her cup. She might have found her next dance partner. She drained her cup and was about to go talk to him when a girl rushed in from the kitchen and almost bumped into her.

"Oh, sorry!" she said, rushing past her.

Lanying watched her pass. Another one of those costumes. This one was a devil girl, with very well done red skin, a pair of nice-looking horns, and a spade-ended tail that swung as if it really had some life to it.

Lanying kept an eye on the girl, trying to see how the effect was achieved, as she walked to the middle of the back wall and leaned against it with one hand. That tail kept waving lazily. Was there some kind of motor in it?

When the girl stuck out a finger and began to scratch a wide circle in the plaster, Lanying winced. Someone had had too much to drink, if she was starting with the vandalism now. She wondered if she should stop her, and was about the step forward and explain a few things about not damaging other people's stuff when the devil girl completed the circle, and there was a sudden flash of pinkish magenta light that made her look away.

She blinked away the afterimages, and when she looked again the circle was glowing faintly, surrounded by a border of strange symbols as the girl looked on, hands on her hips with a satisfied expression on her face. Had she used some sort of fluorescent paint?

As Lanying considered if she should tell someone, there was a sudden rush of head in the air. Had the AC gone on the fritz as well now?

Before she could respond to that new development, the devil girl turned around and saw Lanying looking at her. She seemed completely unfazed to have been caught at her vandalism, and gave Lanying an exaggerated wink, which drew attention to the eye-catching cosmetic contacts she was wearing: they turned her whole eyes yellow, except for a vertical slit of a pupil.

Lanying tried to keep up a frown, but the girl sashayed around the table, smiling secretively, and she simply stared dumbly, her gaze fixed on curves and red-tinted skin.

It really was getting warm now.

The girl reached her, stopping just a little too close so that her breath tickled Lanying's face when she spoke.

"Don't worry, it's just decoration for the party. I'm sure they won't mind."

She put one hand on the edge of the table next to Lanying, and leaned in to reach behind her with the other hand, coming close enough that her corset-like top pressed against Lanying. Lanying's breath hitched.

Then the girl stood back up, producing a cup from the table and sipping it with an innocent smile.

"Enjoying the party so far?"

"Er... Y- yeah," Lanying stammered.

"Nice costume," the girl went on. "You didn't get that from the new store in the mall, did you?"

Lanying looked down at herself. "Oh, no! I made most of it myself, actually!"

"Oh, great work! It looks good on you!"

Lanying felt a surge of pride at that -- she had worked hard on it, after all -- but when she looked back up and saw the way the devil girl looked her up and down, and the expression she was wearing, she quickly found herself blushing.

She wanted to respond, to say something, but she didn't know how. She was feeling hot and flushed all over, and she wanted- she wanted...

The girl interrupted her. She leaned in again, fingers brushing Lanying's hand, and murmured, close to her ear, "Looks like the party is picking up, so I should get back out there. Maybe I'll see you later."

She smiled teasingly again, and then she was gone, wading back into the crowd. Lanying stared after her for a while without really seeing anything as undefined desires ran through her mind.

Eventually, she shook her head and tried to focus on the present again. There were plenty of other people here, after all. It took her only a couple of seconds to realize that things had changed while she hadn't been paying attention. People were dancing much closer now, bodies grinding against each other, and in addition to the sounds of normal conversation, there was an undercurrent of moans and other sounds of pleasure.

As she watched the dance floor, a girl right in front of her -- in a really excellent orc costume -- pressed herself so tightly against her partner that the breastplate of her leather armor was pushed down nearly to her waist, revealing hefty, green-tinted breasts.

It was all... a bit much, but the heated atmosphere in the room, and the heat building in Lanying's body, meant that she didn't mind. She wanted to join in, in fact.

Before she could step onto the dance floor, her attention was drawn by a long, drawn-out moan. She looked to see that the monster guy was now standing behind the elf girl he had been talking to, his front pressed against her back, his clawed hands holding on to her upper arms. The elf girl was wearing a blank expression, her mouth open as she let out another moan.

Well, they seemed to be busy.

But when Lanying looked up into the guy's face, he was looking straight at her, and his eyes seemed to be glowing faintly green.

"What?" Lanying stammered. Something weird was going on.

Stop. She didn't hear it, exactly. The command simply appeared in her head, while the air between her and the pair seemed to ripple for a second.

Her body froze in the act of turning away, without her consciously thinking about it.

I want you to watch.

Lanying found her eyes fixed on the pair, unable to look away.

"How are you-"

In silence 

Her mouth snapped shut.

Good, I'll get to you soon. There was a sense of distant amusement with the words.

Lanying stood, frozen, unable to look away, her heart hammering in her chest. What was going on? She was realizing that people had been started acting weirdly horny, a lot of the costumes people had been wearing suddenly didn't seem like costumes at all. And this guy, who was suddenly more like a real monster-

Her thoughts were interrupted by another loud moan from the elf girl that seemed to cause a sudden spike of heat in her stomach.

The elf girl didn't seem to be wearing a costume anymore, either. She was thin and slender in a way that should have been unhealthy but looked completely natural on her, the pointy ears looked real, and Lanying had the feeling that the green tint in her hair wasn't dye, either.

As she watched, the monster guy's mouth tentacles moved, twisting and writhing until they were coiled around the elf's scalp, framing her slack face. They seemed to leave behind a thin film of clear slime where they passed. The elf shuddered and her eyes rolled back into her head.

What was he doing to her? Lanying's mind raced even as she stayed frozen, fear at was going to happen warring with a building, shameful sense of excitement as the excited sounds from the rest of the room -- and, though she tried to deny it, the sight in front of her -- continued to stoke the heat inside her.

I'm stimulating specific parts of her mind. Again, the words were accompanied by a sense of amusement. When she reaches the right state of mind, it will help to get you ready for your part in this.

That declaration made Lanying's heart speed up again, and her frozen body trembled with the sudden spike of fear.

No. No harm will come to you. No fear. Just watch.

The words felt heavy in her mind, and her fear suddenly vanished, a tiny spark at the back of her mind the only evidence that it had been there at all.

Lanying relaxed and continued to watch, as she had been commanded. The disappearance of fear had left only the sense of shameful excitement.

Her eyes were glued to the elf as she stood there, leaning back against the monster. Her long legs trembled, and she seemed to be held up only by the firm grip on her arms as she continued to let out a series of long moans. A darker spot was forming in her dress, right at the apex of her legs.

Look at her. She was unprepared, and her mind was weak. I am filling her mind with pleasure, and soon there will be room for nothing else.

Lanying stared. She wasn't into girls, but she couldn't help but imagine what the other girl was feeling, the same power that held Lanying still and obedient focused on stimulating her arousal.

"Ngah!" The elf jerked, her eyelids fluttering as the tentacles writhed around her head, and Lanying wished she could see more of the effect this was having on her.

There was the feeling of a chuckle in her mind, and the guys' hands moved. One by one they pulled the straps of the elf's dress over her shoulders, pulling it down to her waist.

Lanying's gaze moved down, immediately fixating on the small, firm breasts that were revealed, sitting high on the elf's slender torso. The nipples were pale pink and hard like pebbles. Her chest moved jerkily with every uneven breath.

Lanying watched, the heat inside her building with every one of the elf's labored breaths and moans. She still couldn't move, even as she began to feel a dampness between her legs and wished she could set her fingers to work there.

She wanted to see more.

Come closer.

Lanying stumbled forward as she watched on of the monster's tentacles curl into the elf's mouth, who began to suckle it desperately.

*On your knees."

Lanying dropped to the carpet with a jarring thump. Her head was level with the elf's crotch, now, and when she tilted her head up she could see along the plane of her stomach and between those perky breasts to her blank expression.

Take off her dress.

Lanying acted immediately, as much out of need than out of obedience. She hooked her hands into the top of the slinky green thing and pulled hard, jerking it down past the elf's slender hips to let it pool around her ankles.

There was no underwear. The girl's body was revealed now, gloriously naked. Her legs were slightly parted, revealing her bare, puffy cunt. She was very wet, her fluids dripping down the inside of her thighs.

Lanying wanted to touch her.

No. Return to your position, and watch.

Lanying's hands dropped to her sides. She stood up and, her desire warring unsuccessfully against his command, she moved back to her position a few feet away, and her gaze returned to the pair.

The elf was writhing against him now, her face still slack as she continued to moan, her ass rubbing against him as pressed herself back on unsteady legs. Lanying watched her rock-hard nipples, her tits moving with shuddering breaths. She looked her up and down, over her toned stomach to her swollen pussy, her engorged clit now just visible as more and more of her juices rand down her legs to drip onto the floor. She looked utterly deranged and completely mindless.

Lanying, her body thrumming with need, wanted to be in her place.

I have something different planned for you. Keep watching. See what I do to her without touching her.

Lanying watched, unable to disobey.

The elf's breaths came faster and faster as her moans grew louder. Her nipples and clit looked almost painfully hard, and her whole body became flushed and red as the tentacles around her head continued to writhe, pouring more and more pleasure into her mind.

Lanying could almost feel the pleurae with her. Her pussy clenched on nothing as she watched the other girl come undone more and more.

Almost...

The elf twitched and jerked for another minute, her hips thrusting forward against nothing. Then she stiffened, her legs jerking wildly. Only the grip on her arms kept her upright as she let out a long, wailing moan. Then, without being touched, she came hard. She squirted, a jet of girlcum coating her thighs and splashing to the floor as her eyes rolled back into her head.

Her moan lasted until all her breath was spent. She jerked once, twice more, then the hands released her arms and the tentacles on her head curled back, and she dropped bonelessly to the floor, curling up in a puddle of her own juices.

Lanying watched as she lay there, breathing shallowly, senseless.

She looked violated and completely overwhelmed. It was obscene.

Lanying wanted to run. She wanted him to do it to her, too.

She gasped when the guy -- the monster -- stepped forward, ignoring the elf as he stepped over her insensate body.

Your turn.

Lanying trembled with dread and anticipation.

He stopped just in front of her, and though of course she had noticed that he was tall and well-built, she was still surprised by how he towered over her. His eyes bored into her, green and pupil-less, making her feel like she was falling into them. Below them, his mouth tentacles moved slightly, and Lanying wondered if he was going to grab her with them and break her mind as well.

That was just the beginning, with the elf. With you, I'm going to touch more than just your mind. A hand touched one of her ruffled sleeves, then a claw hooked in her bodice. Take this off.

Lanying flushed at that ominous pronouncement, and her hands moved without her direct input. The bodice had lacing on the back, and it took a few fumbling attempts to loosen them, but then it came away easily. She slipped her arms out of the sleeves and dropped it to the ground, standing up straight and pushing her chest forward. With the support of her top, a bra had not been necessary even for her more-than-a-handful sized boobs, and now they stood out proudly, brown nipples already beginning to stiffen.

Very good. Stand still now.

Lanying froze again as he dropped to his knees. He lifted her long skirt, bunching it around her waist and hiding him partly from view. She knew he had to be looking at her panties, a basic white pair she had picked out because the skirt was going to hide them anyway. Now she was a little embarrassed at them, and at the damp spot she knew they had to be sporting now.

All of this can come off.

His hands moved, not roughly but efficiently, pulling down her skirt and panties in one go. He guided her feet to make her step out, leaving her in only her low-heeled yellow shoes and her red headband. She knew that she was now naked in a room full of people, but even though she was barely aware of them she knew that many of them were now just as undressed as her. In any case, it didn't matter much in the face of her own growing lust and the need to obey the creature in front of her.

Shaved. Good.

He stood up again, his hands landing on her hips.

You will pleasure me now. Kneel.

Lanying sank to her knees eagerly, coming face to face with his crotch. She was puzzled for a moment. He wasn't wearing any clothing, but there was nothing visible between his legs except a smooth bulge in the green-grey skin.

Her question was answered before she could ask. The flesh of his crotch split apart, four flaps of skin folding apart like flower petals until they resembled tapered tentacles. Between them was glistening, more red-tinted skin, in the center of which was... It was halfway between a tentacle and a cock: rounded, with a bulge on the end, but clearly very mobile as it uncoiled itself, revealing its full length. There was a slit at the dip, which glistened with a drop of fluid.

It was strange, and alien, but there was a pressure on her mind, and suddenly she wanted to know what it felt like.

What is tasted like.

She moved closer, licking her lips as she approached. There was a scent to it, not like a human guy but musky and exciting just the same. The head swayed in front of her face.

She stuck out her tongue and licked the fluid from the tip. The taste was strange, but the way his member twitched at the contact made her pussy clench.

Before she could lean in further, it moved. It really was prehensile, because it easily found her mouth, pressing briefly against her lips before she opened them to let it inside. It was very different from any blowjob she had given before, the cock twisting and moving on its own in her mouth, but she quickly got used to it, playing her tongue over the head and sucking softly, her lips moving to stimulate the shaft and keep as much contact as possible.

With practiced motions, her hands went to his hips, pulling him closer, letting her take him deeper into her mouth. She had give plenty of blowjobs before, and prided herself on being good at them. Even with the strange independent motion of the cock and the unfamiliar ribbed texture, she quickly found a rhythm that worked. She bobbed back and forth, one hand moving to pump the shaft even as it moved along, fucking her mouth along with her own movements.

It was strange, but fun. A cock that moved on its own was far more responsive than any she had sucked before, moving in her mouth even as she licked the shaft, twitching under her touch as she ran her lips along it, and plunging toward her throat all by itself. It produced a lot more fluid than a normal guy's pre-cum, as well, and soon it was coated in a viscous layer of it, mixed with her saliva. The scent and taste were, again, strange, but not unpleasant. With the heat burning in her pussy she felt like she could have drunk down a gallon of it.

She lost herself in it, her head moving back and forth while her lips, her tongue, her hands lavished every squirming inch of it with attention. Fluid dripped down her chin, coating her chest. Everything around them faded away, and it felt like her mind was dissolving. She didn't know if it was his mental powers, some chemical in his fluids, or simply her own growing arousal, and she didn't much care. There was only the cock in front of her and the effort of pleasuring it.

Very good.

She was aware of the words, but since they weren't an actual command, she ignored them and kept up her efforts.

I'm getting close.

She ignored that too, except to speed up, her head bobbing back and fort at increasing speed as she took him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Almost...

His hips jerked forward, his prehensile dick thrusting deeper, making her choke as it penetrated her throat. Her eyes flew open, caching a glimpse of his mottled skin before the four tentacles surrounding his crotch surged forward, grabbing her head and pulling her tight against him. Her nose was pressed into his crotch as the four appendages held her in position with their strong grip. She didn't even try to get away, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock throbbing and twisting in her mouth and throat, but she doubted she could have even if she had.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on pleasuring him with all the limited options left to her, her lips moving on the shaft while her tongue, mothing restricted by the thick shaft in her mouth, tried to caress it as much as she could.

Lack of air was just about to become an issue when he let out an audible groan -- the first sound she had heard him make that was not in her head -- and his tentacles tightened even harder around her head. His cock throbbed against her tongue, and then it pulsed, seeming to thicken and relax rhythmically. There was a feeling of heat as a thick jet of sperm spurted straight down her throat without her even needing to swallow. Another fallowed it, and another, and in Lanying's fading consciousness she had a moment of regret that she wouldn't be able to taste it.

Whether he picked that up or whether he was just nearly done, the tentacles around her head released her suddenly and she fell back, her unsteady muscles making her fall back limply. Her throat pulled away from his cock even as it continued to throb. One spurt of his sperm filled up her mouth, the taste strange but arousing, and the last spurt splattered all over her face and dripped down over her chest, covering her in viscous fluid.

Lanying swallowed hurriedly as consciousness returned fully, regretting that the need for breath took precedence over her desire to keep it in her mouth. She sat up unsteadily, gazing up at him and at the now-relaxing appendage between his legs. She ran a finger through the mess on her chest, taking another taste. It seemed to stoke the fire between her legs, and she felt a pang of disappointment at the fact that it was over so soon.

No. Not over.

He stepped forward, bending to take her by the arm and lift her to her feet, and she saw that his cock was not, in fact, relaxing but quickly moving back up.

I am not as weak as that. On the table.

Lanying hurried to the table, grinning to herself. She swept a stack of plastic cups off the end and hopped on, leaning back on her hands and spreading her legs in invitation. He didn't take it immediately and stood there for a second, taking in her body, her face and chest glistening with his fluids and her crotch and thighs glistening with her own.

Yes. Acceptable.

He approached, and Lanying had a moment to wonder what it would be like, with a prehensile cock, before that question was answered.

He stopped between her legs, taking each of her ankles in hand and lifting them, spreading her wide open for him and holding her in place. He didn't thrust his hips, but his cock simply darted forward on its own, finding her folds and pressing between them.

He was thicker than she was used to, and she winced slightly as he entered her, but any discomfort was quickly pushed aside by pleasure as his lenght twisted and squirmed deeper, pushing against her walls ad rubbing against every sensitive spot. She groaned and rolled her eyes as it filled her up, throbbing against her insides until it was in as deep as it could.

She looked down. She still wasn't taking his entire length, but she had never felt so wonderfully full. His crotch tentacles curled around her thighs, pulling her against him as far as she could, holding her in place while his cock moved inside her, pushing in and out in little movements while it explored every crevice of her cunt.

Her excitement had been building for so long, and she was so close...

She had barely thought the thought before one of his tentacles moved, letting go of her hip to twist and squirm until the tip found her cunt, rubbing against her stretched lips for a second before finding its target.

Her clit had been hard and throbbing for far too long, and he had not let her give herself any attention, so she was ready to pop. It took only a few movement, the textured inside of the tentacle rubbing against the engorged nub, before it pushed her over the edge.

"Ah! Yes!" she exclaimed, then trailed off into a long hiss as her orgasm crashed over her. She squirmed on the table, held in place by tentacles around her thighs that were quickly joined by strong hands on her hips. Even while the pleasure coursed through her body, his cock never stopped moving in her pussy, squirming around and pistoning back and forth, touching every part inside her and setting off more and more sensations. The tentacle at her clit never stopped either, keeping her orgasm going until spots appeared in front of her eyes and she fell back bonelessly, landing on the table with a thumb with her head hanging back over the edge.

She lost ability to move or to speak, and it was minutes later that she finally regained some control of her breathing and managed to raise her head.

"That- So much," she stammered. She squirmed a little. His cock was still moving inside her.

Your pleasure is good, but not the point.

Lanying groaned. He was going to keep using her for his pleasure until she was done. Not that she minded, a shameful part of her mind put in.

He kept at it. He still didn't move his hips, and held hers in place, but his cock kept moving in and out, not fast but steadily, twisting all the time so that it kept rubbing against every part of her cunt.

Not content to be entirely passive, Lanying used everything she could to stimulate him. She tightened and relaxed her pussy, milking his cock, and rolled her hips back and forth to take as much of him inside as she could. He wasn't making any sounds anymore, but she did get a feeling of satisfaction even though he didn't say anything.

She concentrated on giving him pleasure, trying to keep control of her own to keep her climax at bay for some time. Time seemed to lose all meaning as the feeling of his cock moving and twisting inside her filled her entire awareness.

She could feel it beginning to throb in her cunt again when he suddenly stilled.

Perhaps something else.

Without further warning, his cock pulled back, flexing inside her one last time before pulling out of her cunt, leaving her feeling empty and unfulfilled.

"What-"

Silence. And keep still.

Confused but unable to disobey the command, Lanying froze. The hands on her ankles lifter her shifting her position, and she was no longer able to see much of what he was doing. Instead, her eyes traveled up his body to meet his luminous eyes. Their gazes locked and stayed that way while she felt movement at her pussy again. It was not the thick tip of his cock this time, but a more delicate touch, and she realized it must be the tip of one of his tentacles.

Or rather, of two of his tentacles. The played along her slit, tickling her lips and lightly pulling them apart, running up and down and tweaking the sides of her clit. It was teasing, and she would have whined if she had been able to.

Then her breath hitched when something slim slipped into her again. It must indeed be one of his tentacles, and it squirmed around more delicately than his cock could, sliding between her lips and slowly exploring her folds. At the same time, the other tentacle stayed near her clit, tweaking the skin beside it and rubbing above and below it without ever touching the sensitive nub directly.

The first tentacle slowly explored deeper. After having every crevice of her outer and inner lips, it carefully slid into her entrance. It didn't penetrate her as forcefully as his cock had, didn't stretch her as widely, but is was more dextrous, running around every sensitive square inch just inside her before slowly going deeper and repeating the process.

It was slow torture, and it filled up all her attention while here eyes stayed locked with his. She barely noticed when his other two tentacles moved as well, gently exploring the skin of her ass, writhing all over and progressing to kneading those firm globes.

When he first tentacle reached the deepest part of her cunt, the second one abandoned her clit -- she huffed a breath -- to join it, twining around its twin as it penetrated her, the two of them stretching her wider, almost as much as his cock had.

The sensation was different, and in a way more intense: not as overwhelming in total, but the two tentacles curling around each other gave an ever-shifting touch along her inner walls, and she never knew which part of her was being rubbed next. She began breather harder as her pleasure increased.

Then, the other two tentacles, which had been kneading her more and more strongly, shifted their approach. They lay themselves along her ass, their rougher inner surfaces giving them more grip and letting them slowly pull her cheeks apart.

Even through the haze of pleasure filling her mind, she realized what was going to happen a second before it did.

"Nnn-" she managed, even through the command for her silence, but she was again cut off.

No talking. There was a cool feeling as a slick, thicker object touched her between the cleft of her ass. I can see in your mind you have used this way before. Now I will, as well. Relax.

Lanying did, automatically, though her mind still raced. She had done this before, but this creature was bigger than any of her boyfriends. She wasn't sure she could take him there.

But with the tentacles still twining in her cunt, and in her current state of excitement, she couldn't honestly say she didn't want him to try.

In any case, he didn't hesitate. His strong hands held her in place by her ankles, his tentacles spread her ass a little more, and then there was a blunt but slick tip rubbing over her tight little rosebud.

She shivered, more in anticipation than with trepidation.

The head rubbed along the cleft of her ass a few times, up and down, sliding over her twitching hole with every pass and spreading his slick fluids all over.

Then, as Lanying's breathing began to slow again, it positioned itself against her hole and pushed. It was slow, and gentle, but relentless. Her sphincter clenched at the attempted intrusion, but then she deliberately took a deep breath and tried to relax, to open up and allow him inside.

His cock didn't stop, and within a minute she relaxed her hole enough that the very tip pushed her open. The feeling was intense, and her eyes rolled back as, slowly but steadily, his cock moved forward, pushing the head deeper and deeper into her ass. It stretched, further than it had for any previous toy or boyfriend, until the feeling reached the edge between pain and pleasure and she let out a ragged moan.

Then, suddenly, her hole spasmed as the whole head popped inside, her muscles clenching tightly and gripping the shaft behind it.

"Ngh!" she grunted.

The invader in her ass joining the two tentacles still moving in her cunt made her feel filled up to capacity, a feeling which was not at all diminished by the fact that the monster barely paused for a second before continuing. He didn't move fast, but his long, girthy cock steadily filled her deeper, every ridge and bump rubbing against the edges of her stretched hole. The sensation was not exactly painful, but every second brought it closer and closer to being overwhelming.

Her whole body tensed and twisted. His hands gripped her ankles tightly to hold her in place, and every bit of movement only made her holes move around his appendages, causing more and more intense sensations to shoot through her body.

Good. Your hole is very tight.

Lanying gave no response. She couldn't have, even if she hadn't been commanded to stay silent, as his rod finally bottomed out, his hips pushing against hers as his entire length filled her ass. She had never been so full in her life.

Her breath left her lungs in a great whoosh as he pulled away. His cock retreated as slowly as it had entered, making sparks appear in front of her eyes with every fraction of an inch until the thick head was all that remained inside. The ridge pulled at the edge of her hole, and she held her breath as she tightened the muscle deliberately, focused only on keeping him inside.

She heard him in her mind again, not so much a voice as the feeling of a chuckle as he moved teasingly back and forth at the edge of her hole a few times until she let out a mewl of need.

Then he began moving again, thrusting inside steadily, the tentacles inside her rubbing against the walls of her pussy to meet his length as it filled her up again. There were no more paused not, and he sped up steadily until he was pistoning in and out of her steadily, every movement making her grunt and moan as he stretched her ass again and again while the tentacles in her cunt kept up their twisting movements.

Soon she was sopping with need, making wet sounds with every thrust, her juices coating her thighs and dripping into the cleft of her ass, lubing it up and making his thick cock slide easily in and out of her needy hole. His body slapped against her louder and louder as he sped up, plundering her ass and pussy, taking his pleasure from her even as her own built and built with every thrust.

You- may speak, he finally spoke in her mind, the slight stutter the only indication that the sensations were affecting hi.

Lanying had nothing coherent to say as the overwhelming sensations from her cunt and ass filled her brain and short-circuited all rational though, and all his permission meant was that her grunts and monas were not joined with exclamations.

"Yes! Harder!"

He complied eagerly, pounding her ass harder, pummeling her hole with his full length. Soon his thrusts became less regular even ass they became more enthusiastic, betraying the way the pleasure was affecting him as well.

His cock was the biggest thing she had ever had in her ass, and it was pounding her hole harder than it had been in the few fumbling attempts she had had before. Combined with the two tentacles squirming inside her pussy, and occasionally brushing against her clit, she wasn't going to last very long.

"Gh! Ha!" she grunted, as she lost the ability to form real words. It was only a few minutes before she could feel her orgasm approach. Her ass and pussy had been clenching on the cock and tentacles filling them for a while, but suddenly then tightened down hard while her legs locked in place and her vision whited out.

"Gnaaaah!" she moaned, her whole body tensing as her pleasure reached a peak.

Her climax rolled through her, blotting out all conscious thought. The monster didn't even pause in his movements, continuing to pummel her spasming ass with his cock, every movement pushing her pleasure higher even as she was coming, the sensations increasing beyond the point she could bear.

It seemed to last forever, but finally her body exhausted itself and her climax passed, leaving her feeling weak and tingly.

And still he didn't stop. The sensations where now overwhelming and almost painful with every thrust, and she thrashed in his grip, unconsciously trying to escape even as she also didn't want it to stop. She babbled incoherently, gasping and moaning brokenly, for an eternity longer, until finally he reached his own peak.

He thrust into her abused ass extra hard a last time, burying his cock deep inside her with an audible groan.

His tentacles stilled, and then his she felt his length throb, every pulse making the stretched ring of her hole widen even more, until his seed spurted into her. A furnace heat flowed deep into her ass. Her breath caught as it filled her to capacity.

Feel it!

It was less of a command and more of a prediction. Another torrent of pleasure hit her as he poured his own pleasure into her mind. Her eyes rolled back as her vision went black and all her thoughts dissolved. She squirted, for the first time in her life, her cum splattering onto the table and dripping onto the floor below.

When he pulled out a moment later, her whole body jerked and spasmed as the sensations pushed her over the edge of what she could bear and she passed out.

He let her ankles fall and looked at her, legs spread on the edge of the table, both her holes gaping, spasming as they slowly closed up. Some of his seed gushed out of her ass, splashing white onto the surface, then slowing to a trickle as her ass clenched to hold onto his gift.

He dipped a finger in it and painted a line down the center of her chest, marking her.

Then he looked around the room at the other people, many of them transformed in various ways, all of them in the grip of passion. He did need a moment to recover, now, but soon he would join them.