Tentacles down Becky's throat

The thick tendrils has no trouble sliding their way into Becky's mouth, pussy and anus. Although their girth was considerable, the thick slime that covered them made for quite an effective lubricant. It even slowly seeped aphrodisiac into the woman's tight body, gradually fanning her toward arousal as it filled her.

The tentacles were large, thick and functionally endless, and the ones that thrust into her pussy and ass were already stretching her quite a bit with each bulky inch that slipped inside her. The one in her mouth pushed deep as well, threatening to plunge down the back her her throat, as the pirate in her mind held her nose against his crotch.

The pain, helplessness, and suffocation became synonymous with the idea of her torment. She was stretched impossibly by the cocks inside her because she simply couldn't handle the reality and magnitude of her failure, not because it was inhumanly large. Likewise, her brain assumed that the sensation of suffocation was simply the anxiety of her torment, even as the oxygen flow to her brain lessened, making the hallucinations themselves more powerful and bizarre.

It was only when it could see her half lidded eyes beginning to flutter toward unconsciousness that the abomination drew it's tendril from her mouth long enough to allow Becky to truly breathe. It fell into a pattern, thrusting deep into her mouth, savoring the feeling of her contracting throat before withdrawing in a tortuous dance that slowly worked to seed Becky more and more thoroughly with that lustful slime. It filled her throat and mouth, leaking out around her lips and leaving everything filled with a tingling, pleasant numbness.

As her torment drew on, Becky's vision began to fade. It wasn't that she could no longer see the hallucinations, but rather that as the creature ravaged her holes, brutally forcing itself inside her again and again, she was running out of energy with which to rationalize the disorganized and chaotic hallucinations into shapes. First the men **** her began to warp. Where there had previously been recognizable human figures, she was now instead surrounded by grotesque monsters. Their shapes were vague and twisted, taking on part of the tentacled motif of her actual ****, but still infused with that human essence. What they actually looked like, she couldn't quite make out, as her vision had begun to blur. They were but brief glimpses of horror, monstrosities both in their actions and form. And with their transformation into hideous beasts, Becky's revulsion for the imagined men only increased. It was as if this had been their true nature all along, only revealed as they took her body in repeated, horrible acts of violation.

Her exhaustion only grew, but the tentacled monsters showed no signs of stopping, and soon Becky could feel her consciousness beginning to drift. Becky felt her consciousness beginning to drift. The shapes of the men, no... the creatures?.... her assailants were still there, somewhere in the back of her mind. She could still feel their presence, but it somehow didn't quite register. Everything was blurry, murky, fading.

With the hallucinatory magic still warping her mind, her entire world felt like an unstable floating mess of random visual stimuli and emotional horror all underpinned with a dreadful, inevitable, building sense of warm lust.

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