Tentacle Hell (2)

Regardless, I learned my lesson. I had no reason to doubt that whatever the monster did to my hands, it could do to my whole body if I dared shoot another firebolt inside it. With my ass and pussy stretched to the breaking point, I was in more pain than I'd ever experienced before, but I fully understood that things could get so much worse if my monstrous captor so desired.

All three tentacles shot their loads at the same time. I felt the hot goo fill my lower holes, but my focus was drawn by the tentacle in my throat. I gagged and desperately tried to swallow all the salty slime it shot inside. It was like an entire cup full. Way more than any human could produce.

I felt a strange tingle run through my body, the same feeling I got after killing a monster and absorbing its Tainted corruption.

You have been forcefully inseminated by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

Level up! You are now a level 4 [Mage].

You gain +1 Mag, +1 Free Attribute Points.

You gain +1 Skill points.

Hooray! Level up! I would have cheered out loud if I wasn't too busy choking on monster spooge. After cumming, the tentacle cocks didn't slow down at all. I assumed they wouldn't be satisfied after just one round, and I was right. At least, with a bit of cum for lube, the anal tentacle hurt a bit less during the second round. That was a small mercy.

The level up seemed to increase my maximum hp, but the existing damage to my hands and holes from before remained. The hp boost did seem to toughen me up a little, which actually worked to my disadvantage.

Durable holes meant tighter holes that were harder to stretch out. That meant more agonizing friction for my sore anus.

But would take it anyway. I was helpless, with no way to stop this monster from raping me, no way to resist.

I relaxed and let the monster do all the work, passively taking it like a good little rape doll.

Before long I'd reached an orgasm, a proper vaginal one this time, from having my G-spot hammered without mercy. The monster didn't care about my pleasure of course, it was just a happy accident. It also didn't care if my post-orgasm pussy was sensitive or not. It relentlessly fucked me all through my orgasm and into the next one.

And this was what my life became.

Endless thrusting, torn open holes, and uncomfortably deep invasions. I squirmed whenever I came, or whenever a hot new load was shot inside me. Other than that, I just took it. I didn't know how much time had passed, but I knew it was long time. I lost count of the monster's ejaculations after the number reached fifteen and I stopped caring.

Had the others abandoned me? Would I be stuck here in tentacle hell forever? Was that necessarily a bad thing? Was this where I belonged? Did I even want to be saved?

I was getting used to it now. My ass and pussy didn't hurt anymore… or rather, I should say they hurt like crazy but it was the right kind of hurt, the sort that made me cum over and over.

I'd found my true calling. This was what I was made for. This body was designed by a perverted sadist during a sex dream.

Everything about it was optimized, from the ground up, for being viciously raped. In a very real sense, this was what I was made for. Deep down, I knew that from the start. I was always destined to become some brutal monster's cumdump.

And what a cumdump I was…

With how many times it came, and the ridiculous quantity of each ejaculation, I wasn't sure how I was holding all this cock snot inside my body without rupturing. Maybe it was dissolving like the spiky ball seeds, absorbed by my body as pure Tainted corruption. It was infusing my system with Taint, trying to turn me into a Tainted monster too.

Well joke's on them! Not only was I still Taint-free, I was levelling like a madwoman.

My "combat" log just went on and on…

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You have been used as a cumdump by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been thoroughly defiled by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been violently raped by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

You have been converted into a living cocksleeve by a Level 23 Rock Mimic.

Level up! You are now a level 8 [Mage].

You gain +1 Mag, +1 Free Attribute Points.

You gain +1 Skill points.

I was level 8 already!

I couldn't actually do anything with my new levels, but it gave me a welcome boost to my stamina and hit points, which seemed to scale with my overall level. I was strangely proud to be such an accomplished rape doll. I was obviously much better at this than I was at being a mage.

Eventually, the thrusting slowed. I was confused. I worried the monster was disappointed in me, so I clenched a little tighter, rocked my hips back, and sucked at the mouth invader. I tried my best to please the monster with my forcibly loosened slut holes. It wasn't my fault if I was loose! The tentacles were just too big! I didn't want to be a bad sex toy and get thrown away.

My efforts didn't work. The monster kept going slower and slower, and then it stopped.

The pressure around my wrists and ankles released, the tendrils let me go. I was still trapped however, squashed by the creature's slimy body and pinned with a trio of way-too-thick tentacles inside me. I didn't have the energy to try to fight my way out of here, so I just relaxed and took a nap for now.

I woke up later with a view of the dim early evening sky. Chloe was kneeling next to me, looking down at me nervously with her green glowing hand on my shoulder.