The tentacle thrusts into Becky

The tentacle surged forward into Becky's tight, virgin snatch. In a burst of red hot pain, Becky felt her vagina stretch to accommodate the enormous girth of the inhuman phallic beast.

The tentacle thrust to the entrance of Becky's womb and then pulled back out until only the bulbous head was left inside of the girl. A thick sheen of purple slime coated her inner walls, filling her with a warmth that started radiating outwards. Combined with the heat of the tentacle itself, the sensation nearly drove Becky crazy.

The first thrust was overwhelming pain. The physical torment was enough. The mental agony was so much worse.

This couldn't be happening. Becky whimpered as the beast started its second thrust into her maidenhood. It was inside of her. In her body. It was so...big. The creature pushed deep into the young woman, giving her a horrible feeling a being filled. Underneath the horror of the moment, a bizarre seed of satisfaction blossomed.

More warming slime coated Becky's snatch. The tendrils of the tentacle flicked and stung the inner flesh, injecting micro-doses of an infernal toxin that numbed the pain and turned it into pleasure.

Becky moaned as the sensations overwhelmed her. The physical pain was quickly fading into a **** pleasure that somehow felt worse. Somehow even more violating.

A horrible thought rose inside Becky's barely sane mind. This was her FIRST time. With some evil demon tentacle. It was so wrong. So wrong. Worst of all, her own body was betraying her.

Becky desperately tried to escape by twisting away from her monstrous sexual partner (why did she think of it like that?). Instead, Becky ended up on her hands and knees with the beast pumping deeper than ever.

Another thrust and the tentacle spurted a higher volume of slime into Becky's snatch. More toxin as well. By now, it could thrust inside her with ease and was starting to pick up the pace.

Without realizing it, Becky had shifted to doggy style, allowing the tentacle an even easier time at invading her supple flesh. Subconsciously, the teen started to buck with the tentacle in an obscene approximation of rough sex. Her moans too had shifted to being softer, less pained and more distance.

Becky's vaginal canal now radiated warmth and pleasure. The pain was still there, but fading fast. The horror now reached a lower, muted state as the blonde became accustomed to the bucking rhythm of this joining.

Luke woke up first, his consciousness returned by the sounds of Becky's whimpering moans. What he saw horrified him.