Because of the unrelenting assault on her pussy by the tentacle and its suckers the rush just kept coming and she realized that she was having multipl...e back to back orgasms.The octopus could tell that it had really hit the sweet spot because the contractions of her pussy around its tentacle were faster and stronger than ever. The sweet tasting liquid was flowing faster than ever and was all being slurped up by the suckers slithering across every centimeter of her pussy. It was finally too. She met with a psychiatrist, whose name wasNancy, in between other questions from officers. Nancy was able torecognize deep psychological programming set in Dawn?s mind. She wasable to try some hypnosis to uncover anything that led her to the pointshe was at now, but it was to no avail. Her whereabouts over the last 3years was anybody?s guess other than her captors. From what the officerswere able to piece together, there didn?t seem to be any factors that ledto the originally kidnapping. . Claire got closer to her prize and sniffed deeply. It smelled so familiar. She sniffed again. “Aaaahhhh!” It smelled delicious to her horny, teenage mind. It smelled like sex.She drew closer and gripped his cock gently. Claire stuck out her tongue and licked it slowly from the base to the tip. His cock tasted similar to the pre-cum and sperm she liked to rub on her body, but maybe with a more urgent, metallic flavor. Duke became excited when Claire’s wet, warm tongue touched his throbbing. Gracie said the poor guy seemed overwhelmed as she kept waking him up during the night for more fucking. She managed to coax four loads out of him that night. But she thinks the last one was probably not much more than a dribble. He seemed actually relieved when the sun came. He was barely able to get dressed and walk out her door. She told me that her last view of his cock that morning was that it was very red and sore looking. According to her, the b**st was now released. For the next several.