Attempt to resist the tentacles

You continue to struggle, but it's no use. A second tentacle enters your virgin vagina, then a third. They squirm about, reaching deep into your womb, causing your body to go crazy. A pair of tentacles approaches your upper body. One from the front, and one from the back. The back tentacle grabs a hold on the back of your uniform. The front tentacle approaches your jiggling cleavage, and begins to tit-fuck you. The uniform only serves to squish your boobs together, forming a tight hole for the tentacle to fuck. It slides back and forth between your breasts like an erect dick, pleasuring itself.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" you scream at the monster, but it doesn't seem to care. "Let go of me right now, or el-GLOMP!" You immediately regret opening your mouth. Another tentacle stuffed itself into your open mouth, and **** you to deepthroat it.

"Urk! Gggh! Urmgmgh!" You gag, but the tentacle refuses to eject itself from your esophagus. Unable to control your gag reflex, you continue trying to spit up the firm member, but it continues shoving itself rhythmically down your throat as if you were nothing more than a toy to be used. The pressure from trying to gag becomes unbearable. Salty tears roll down your pretty face, as you are continually fucked in three different areas of your body.

The **** continues for about three minutes. Then, the tentacles start moving faster and faster. Your lower body feels like it's in a whirlpool of **** pleasure, while your mouth feels like you want to throw up. Your chest feels like a roller coaster with your breasts flopping about like a fish on dry land. Like never before, you try and free yourself, but this only serves to tighten the monster's grip. Suddenly the tentacle between your breasts pulls away from you, stretching your uniform out. It continues pulling between the front and the back tentacles, tearing the cloth with a resounding "Rrrrrrippp!". Before you know it, the front tentacle has peeled you like a banana. Your dress falls lifelessly from your body, revealing you in all your nude glory for the camera to record. Your breasts jiggle as they are released, and your pink nipples seem to glow with sexual appeal. Your smooth buttocks bounce invitingly, never before having been used.

All of this happens in the span of a few seconds, and as soon as it does, you look down at your exposed chest to see the tentacle has returned. It points at your lovely titties, and thrusts forward, shooting out a white-hot load of monster jizz. You feel it's sticky, warm presence on your breasts, like slightly simmered glue. The semen drips down onto the floor. However, you don't even have time to realize what has just happened, because the same thing happens again with your vagina and mouth. Three tentacles worth of sterile monster semen are pumped up into your womb. You don't really feel it though, until the jizz starts to seep out of your body and run down your legs like watery frosting. The tentacle in your mouth pulls back a bit, so that the tip is no longer in your throat. It gives a thrust forward, smacking the back of your throat before your mouth is overwhelmed by a salty surprise. It then pulls out of your mouth completely, dribbling semen as it moves, and shoots another load onto your face. It feels hot as it slowly, slowly runs down your cheeks. It mixes with your tears, causing you to feel like a gross, sticky mess.

The tentacles remove themselves from your body and let you flop down onto the ground on your knees. Drenched in semen, you sit naked in the cum-soaked remains of your uniform. For a few seconds, you don't do anything. Shock has taken hold of your body, and you simply kneel on the ground, cum dripping out from between your lady lips, both the ones on your face, and the ones between your legs. Then, you turn to the camera and realize just what you've become. You place your head in your hands and begin to sob. You've never felt so humiliated in your life. Your life is now nothing more than a way to get men's dicks hard. That's all you've been reduced to, and there's nothing you can do about it.

But somewhere, in the back of your mind, you think to yourself. "So what?" "There are more difficult things in life... I get fed, I have a nice place to live, I might even be able to make some friends! After all, it's not as if my sexual orientation has changed... I'm practically a lesbian now..." After taking some time to think things over, you felt very indifferent about your position. It was a job. And no one likes their job. Until you made your way out of this place, you'd just have to go through with it.