A very long, very full one (Bad End)

(This is a smut chapter.)

“Get off of me!” you growl, tugging at the tentacles wrapped around you. Despite your efforts, you remain completely caught and unable to move. With you at their mercy, the first thing the tendrils do is roam around your body, making you slick with whatever substance covers their surface. Your sloppy clothing is, unfortunately, ineffective at protecting you. They easily slide your tank top above your boobs and begin coating your tits in their viscous goo. Your breezy shorts don’t even have to be moved. The appendages are plenty flexible enough to reach inside lavish your thighs, almost like they’re giving you an oil massage. But they only get as close to your pussy as possible without touching it. Damn things are treating your body like a playground. Damn it… You have to get out of here and save Emilia…

Athletics Check: Failed!

A couple minutes pass, and your attempts to **** yourself free are getting weaker and weaker. “Haaa… Get me out of here… bastards…” you hiss, though it can’t be very intimidating with how horny you sound. What’s happening is no mystery. These things are covering you in an aphrodisiac. Even if your mind wants to resist, your body is already waving the white flag of surrender. Your nipples and clit are hard and throbbing, and you can’t stop occasionally thinking about how it would feel for one of these things to slide inside of you. After all, they’re so close already, sliding up and down your labia… Your womanhood is dripping so much that your shorts are soaked. Neither your arms, nor legs, nor pussy could resist if one of those tentacles would just-

*SHLICK*

A rigid member plunges itself into your quim, granting you the sensation you’d been craving. “*KYAAA!*” Your feminine squeal earns laughter from the peanut gallery above, leaving your face covered in a deep, embarrassed blush. Even if you were daydreaming about it, this isn’t what you actually wanted! You need to get out of here! Or at least, that’s what your mind thinks. Your body, on the other hand, only puts up a fake, half-hearted fight. Now that satisfaction is within reach, it feels ten times harder to move your body. You have to keep trying, though. You can’t just give up and let this thing do whatever it wants with you…

Athletics Check: Failed!

The tentacle sits idle in your pussy, which is absolutely maddening. Just its presence is overdosing your nethers with aphrodisiac, make you drip a veritable waterfall of love juices. Yet, it won’t move. Your tits are squeezed and groped without restraint, all while you remain acutely aware of the criminal scum spectating your disgrace. Your asscheeks get prodded and smacked, making you bite your lower lip with both anger and arousal. Your asshole even expands and contracts with thirst, offering an alternate choice for the monster if it so desires. Yet, when you’re this turned on and ready to give in, the tendril withdraws from within you. The disappointment shatters your irritable facade and shows clearly on your face, which is a detail that Team Rocket doesn’t miss.

“Aww, what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you wanted to get tentacle ****! Guess it’s a good thing the intruder was a massive slut. A trap like this must be your biggest weakness!” More laughter from the guards.

Willpower Check: Passed!

“Sh-Shut up!” That idiot probably doesn’t even know these things leak aphrodisiac and just thinks you’re enjoying of this. Your blood boils with righteous indignation, but it’s immediately extinguished when your pussy and ass are both penetrated at the same time. Tentacles ram themselves into each hole as deep as they can go, and simultaneously tendrils squeeze both of your tits, and slap your ass full ****.

“*FUCK YEEE-HEEEESSSS!!!*” you cry, going cross-eyed and trembling from head to toe as you cum on the spot. Ruthlessly, the tentacles start pistoning into you at an intense speed, driving you crazy amidst your sudden orgasm. Damn it…! Now you’re stuck enduring more dirty jokes from the jerks spectating, all while you squirt around the damned tentaclecocks stirring up your slutty holes. You try squeezing your pelvic muscles to slow them down, but the thick appendages are way stronger than your pussy or asshole.

The pumping from the tentacles is endless, stretching your holes to the limits of euphoria and never once giving you any room to struggle free. The constant spasming of climax eventually wears you out, robbing you of all control over your body from the waist down. But the deluge of girlcum continues, and so do your pathetic moans as a captive woman. You try to think of some way to escape, all the while making such degenerate noises that no one would possibly believe you were thinking of escaping. And that’s the worst part, too. All these men getting to watch while you get violated by these tendrils, and you can’t even act like it’s the dire situation that it is. You must sound like some typical whore to them, a woman who poses no threat at all…

Willpower Check: Passed!

“S-s-stooop… *AH-AH-AH* s-stoooop… STOP- *GLORKGHBLH*” Seemingly displeased with your increase in volume, a tentacle stuffs itself in your mouth, making your head recoil with enough **** to unhook your glasses from around one of your ears. Without warning, a glob of something thick, sweet, and delicious glides across your tongue and down your throat, making you gulp a few times before you can even think to avoid swallowing. The same substance gets spewed inside your cunt and your ass. It immediately sets your core on fire. You realize something is wrong, but you can’t pinpoint it as your thoughts slow to a crawl, and are then consumed with sex. Tentacles slide themselves between each of your hands, and you go to work instantly, stroking them both while sliding your tongue around the member occupying your mouth. Your vision goes pink, then black as you close your eyes and give yourself up to the sensation.

Willpower Check: Failed!

Hoots and cheers can be heard in the background, but you can’t pay any attention to them because you’re entirely focused on the thick appendages running across all the sensitive parts of your body. Since you tasted that nectar, they’ve only gotten more violent, especially the two slamming themselves into your ass and cunt. They alternate their strokes at completely superhuman speeds, which is only made possible by the incredible – and disgraceful – amount of love juices being secreted by your overly fucked holes. Your glasses bounce around as much as your tits while the monster uses you however it pleases. Both your tunnels are so freaking sensitive and this thing won’t slow down at all! If it continues, you’re gonna…!

“*UUUUU-HUUUUUULLGG!!!*” you squeal, mouth still obstructed by tentacle cock.

The slick member in your pussy slams itself all the way past your cervix, invading your womb as though responding to your climax. Several smaller tendrils follow, squeezing past the larger member and invading your innermost depths. They all erupt in unison, coating the edges or your womb with that itching, tingling goo that’s driving you mad. There are more cheers from somewhere, and it slightly irritates you, but you quickly forget it when the other tentacle lodges itself in your ass and starts violently squirming around, stimulating all your little sensitive spots as it spews another load of arousing goo into you. You didn’t even know your ass was this sensitive in the first place but fuuuuuuuck does it feel good! Cumming, cumming, cumming… This is the best…

“Yo, Miss Tentacle Whore! I just got word from the boss. We’re supposed to leave you here for a few hours, for ‘adequate punishment’. We’ll be back to pick you up later. Have fun!”

Your rational mind surfaces just long enough to realize how bad that is, and the panic shows on your face. But, as the men walk away laughing, the tentacles go back to fucking you senseless once more, and your worries turn into lustdrunk moans.

Your next sensible thought is of you panting on the floor, looking up through crooked glasses at the mouthy guard from earlier. Even if you had the energy to stand up and fight, you can’t feel your legs. You can, however, feel the tentacle cum leaking from your used pussy and gaping asshole. You will probably, quite literally, not be able to walk straight for a week…

You can’t even put up a fight as he snatches your clothes, which are filthy with sexual fluids. As he pulls away the lab coat, he pauses for a second. “So you’re a doctor, huh? I always thought doctors were supposed to be smart, not braindead whores. Not that it matters to me. You’re Miss Slutty Intruder in my book. Up we go!” He heaves you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, having no trouble carrying you with his impressive physical form. “Don’t worry Doc. We’ve got a nice, comfy cell for you. We might even put a nameplate over it, so your ‘patients’ know where to find ya!” He laughs, which you’re far too exhausted to do, even if you wanted to.