Tentacle Monster

You reach down and quickly bind the girl in magical shackles, stopping her movement, and sealing her magic. Turning slightly you magically raise the rubble, changing the shape of the pile until you can freely stand without being hit by errant magical blasts. You look back down at the red team’s girl. Reaching down with one hand you grip her long blonde hair, and pull her head up to look at your face.

“What is the keyword, bitch?” you demand savagely, gripping her hair tightly.

“I’m not telling you! I don’t care what you do to me, I won’t tell you!” the blonde states in a slightly childish tone of voice. Her outburst over she closes her eyes tightly, and presses her lips firmly together.

“Well we will see about that,” you retort.

Releasing the hair of the girl you take a step back, and once gain press your hands together, beginning the summoning ritual. You chant arcane words, and feel the energy rise within you. You push your hands out, palms facing down, as you finish the spell. Glowing symbols flow from your hands, forming themselves into a rounded form, with many thick limbs. The symbols begin to fade, and the girl on the floor can finally see what you have summoned.

A rounded body sits at the heart of many writhing tentacles, many thin tendrils waving in the air around five thick, ridged ones. These thick tentacles have hooded heads, looking like a perverse form of a man’s penis. You reach out and grab one of these tentacles, your hand barely fitting round it, and begin to slowly stroke the hard organ, watching with fascination as a bead of white cum-like fluid forms at the tip of the head.

You look back toward the girl on the floor, her wide eyes and flushed face showing that she has guessed roughly what the purpose of this creature is.

“Do you know what this summon is called? Its name is Roper, and it was designed by some very naughty and frustrated girls a long, long time ago. Its entire purpose is to give pleasure unlike anything you have ever experienced… Are you still sure you don’t want to tell me the keyword?”

“I will never tell you th…” The rest of the girl’s sentence is cut off as tendrils wrap themselves around her, and lift her off the ground, making the girl squeak in surprise. More tendrils grip her arms and legs, pulling both wide open, and yet more worm themselves under the girl’s tight shirt to play over her breasts, squeezing and teasing her nipples.

You watch with a smile on your face as the girl is slowly worked by the expert tentacles of the Roper. More tendrils wrap themselves around the girl’s thighs, pulling them slowly open to reveal her small underwear. Her school issue miniskirt hikes itself up higher and higher as the girl’s knees are spread wider, giving the summon full access to her barely covered pussy. More tendrils wrap themselves around the flimsy fabric, before ripping it to shreds, revealing her arousal, glistening wetness having spread all over her nether regions, her feminine holes exposed and on full display.

One of the larger tentacles slowly pushes its thick head toward her tight pussy, and just as it is about to touch her you reach out a hand and grip the tentacle tightly. Looking up toward the flustered girl you give her one last chance to cooperate.

“This is your last chance now slut, tell me the keyword, or I will let this big beast ravage you until you do.”

No reply comes from the girl, only heavy pants and a few gasps as she responds to the stimulation of her breasts. You release your grip on the large tentacle and take a step back to watch the proceedings.

Released, the thick tentacle pushes its large head into the tight girl’s pussy, her soft wet lips opening to accept the intruder. The tentacle continues to **** its entire length into her, stretching her wide to accommodate its sheer girth. It continues to push deep into the girl, making her arch her back as she is penetrated. Pulling out slightly the tentacle begins to fuck itself in and out of her, making the girl whimper and moan as she is fucked.

A second tentacle begins to probe its bulbous head against her puckered little arsehole, pushing slowly inside of her, stretching her unbelievably tight walls out around itself. A loud gasp comes from the girl as she is filled by the two huge tentacles, tentacles that begin to mercilessly fuck her tight holes. She undulates her lithe body as the stimulation from the summon brings her quickly towards an orgasm, her holes beginning to contract around the large members.
With a gesture you make the tentacles pull out of her body, and the tendrils stop their teasing. With a needy whimper the girl opens her eyes, her pupils dilated, her breathing ragged.

“Now, tell me the keyword; unless you want me to dismiss the demon, tell me what I want to know.”

You see the girl struggle between loyalty for her team, and her mind-numbing arousal and need. The need wins out, and in a small voice she mutters the keyword to you. You smile, and gesture back at the roper to continue its work.
The thick tentacles ram themselves back into the girl, and resume their merciless pounding. Another tentacle slips slowly into the girl’s mouth, muffling her orgasmic cries, and another slips itself up her shirt to run itself between her large breasts.

The girl begins to thrust her hips down onto the tentacles beneath her, her body shaking in the beginnings of her orgasm. You gesture toward the Roper, letting it release its cum.

The tentacles buried inside the girl contract and spurt their huge loads of thick cum in and on her, shooting down her throat and over her face, filling up the valley between her breasts and soaking her shirt, flooding into her pussy and arse before oozing out of her to run down her shaking thighs. The sudden cum-filling pushes the girl over the edge of her own orgasm, and she begins to climax with body-shaking ****. Her pussy and arse contract tightly around the intruders, each orgasmic spasm pushing out more and more of the cum filling her. You watch as the girl undulates and convulses, before walking forward and putting your hand on her sweat-covered and cummy body.

You send a strong pulse of magic through her, making her shield flare a bright red, showing that the **** of the surge was strong enough to kill her if she was unprotected, and therefore knocking her out of the match. The girl disappears in a flash, recalled to her college, and you smile as you wonder how her team mates would take her orgasming, cum-covered and cum-filled body.

You dismiss the Roper and turn toward the enemy: you now have the keyword - all you need to do is get to the enemy side of the field.