Lilah

Lilah moaned with unintended pleasure as she felt a load of sticky cum shoot down her throat. She didn't know if she was going to ever enjoy any type of food ever again. The cum almost made her tongue feel like it had never been alive before.

Her mind was telling her to beg for mercy. This might not have been a standard type of ****, but it was just as effective. She had lost all track of time, lost complete count of how many orgasms had racked her body. She was exhausted, starving, completely dehydrated despite the gallons of cum it felt like she had consumed. She didn't know if she had been in here hours or days.

She felt her body drop to the ground. She let out a whimper of pain. The fall hadn't been far, but every nerve in her body was on fire. She felt something brush against her nipples and another orgasm ran through her body.

She blearly blinked her eyes open as she saw what had caused her present state. Six long tentacles were sliding across the floor and back into the darkness. She was pretty sure there had been more than six. Her mouth felt coated with cum, her pussy stretched like never before, and her ass violated in a manner she wouldn't have though possible. For however long she had been there she had been required to service tentacle after tentacle with all of her holes.

It hadn't been pleasant. At times wonderful, at times torturous, but far from pleasant. She had a goal though and had a plan. To carry that out she needed to see the senior partners and they had high requirements for a visit.

"You've earned five minutes," a voice boomed.