It gets worse

After some undeterminable amount of time, the tentacles all release you at once, dropping you on your face. One rams its way back onto your cunt. This one has a little knob that rubs against your clit as it pounds rhythmically in and out of you, rubbing in all the right places and forcing you to orgasm. It doesn't slow down, forcing you to cum again. And again.

You lose count. All you know is that there's sensation for a time, and then there is darkness, as you pass out.