Save Me
The tentacles that had burrowed deep into her throat, crushing her windpipe, slid free all at once with a thick, wet squelch.
"Guh—! Cough! Hrk!"
Oxygen flooded her lungs in a rush. Bloody coughs tore from her shredded vocal cords.
The coughing had not even finished before the thick restraints binding her nape and both ankles twisted violently. Her limp body was yanked into the air, flipped half a turn in an instant, and slammed face-down onto the tiles.
"Aagh!"
Merciless force seized her shoulders and the hair at her scalp. It began dragging her like a sack of meat toward the toilet in the corner. Pooled slime and blood smeared across her belly and the skin of her chest with every wet slap against the floor.
The crushing weight on her nape forced her face hard against the cold porcelain rim of the toilet.
"Nngh— uh!"
Her cheek and jawline were ground mercilessly into the reeking yellow stains of old urine. Reflexively she flung both hands out, bracing against the sides of the bowl to push back.
But the tentacles coiled around her legs forced her knees to the floor and jacked her hips high into the air, presenting her most private passages completely and helplessly to the rear.
The massive pillars still buried to the root in both holes began to pulse viciously again in that inverted posture.
"Ah—! Ugh—! Aah—! Hwaaah!"
A long, wet drag.
The enormous tentacle ripped free at blinding speed. The overwhelming suction inverted the delicate folds of her vaginal walls, dragging the soft inner flesh hideously outward past the entrance. The blood-flushed mucosa stretched to the breaking point, exposed to open air for a single heartbeat—then the piston reversed with savage cruelty.
"Hwaak?!"
A brutal thrust.
The thick column slammed back in, forcing the everted red flesh far deeper than it had ever been. As the mucosa was peeled to its limit and forced to reseal again and again, the pure physical agony began to twist into something far more horrifying.
The massive bulk hammered as if trying to shatter her tightly closed cervix. That destructive impact rattled her pelvis, raced up her spine, and struck her brain like lightning—rewritten instantly into a signal of pure, annihilating pleasure that blasted through her entire body.
It felt as though her organs were being torn apart while still alive. That same network of agony was now being used as fuel for an orgasm so overwhelming it threatened to melt her brain white. The contradiction was maddening.
Thrust after merciless thrust. Wet, grinding impacts.
The enormous mass of flesh pounded into her from behind at a frenzied pace. Each savage piston stroke drove her upper body forward against the toilet she was braced against. Every time her pelvis was shoved, her cheek and jaw were ground harder into the filthy, hard porcelain.
The rough, scum-crusted surface scraped her skin raw until blood beaded and a stinging pain flared—but that surface pain was nothing more than dust compared to the molten pleasure exploding deep in her womb.
A thick, wet eruption. Another.
"Nngh…!"
With a wet, rupturing sound, the tip of the tentacle battering the deepest sanctuary of her body unleashed a waterfall of boiling white fluid. It was no mere spurt. It was a crushing hydraulic flood meant to fill every empty space of her womb with beast seed and smother the barrier inside her by sheer volume.
The scalding, viscous liquid slammed against her inner walls. The barrier sleeping within her body recoiled in panic and violently expelled the unholy fluid. The massive volume of semen forced back by the barrier’s fierce resistance began to reverse-flow through her narrow birth canal.
Boiling white fluid poured furiously out between her spread thighs.
A heavy splash. A long, wet cascade.
The thick, cloudy liquid erupted like a fountain, arcing through the air and spattering in every direction. Her inner thighs, her calves, and the entire stretch of old tile beneath her prone body were instantly painted white.
The sticky, high-viscosity beast fluid kept gushing, running down her collapsed legs and pooling along the grout lines into a vast puddle.
The situation inside the filthy toilet bowl where her head was crushed was even worse. The overflowing white fluid poured in a waterfall over the reeking yellow urine stains. The frothing, viscous semen had already filled more than half the bowl, sloshing white.
Beast seed overflowing from both her holes mixed with the love juices wrung out of her by forced pleasure. The stench of a sewer, the raw musk of the beast, and a sweet, dizzying narcotic scent filled the narrow stall to choking.
With her face buried right above that nauseating filth, every ragged breath forced her lungs to drag in the full reek of the waste.
"Hwaa… fuh-hup, ahh-ngh♥"
What leaked past her crushed lips was no longer the language of a reasoning human. Extreme physical agony. And the transcendent pleasure that used that agony as fertilizer, multiplying and exploding without end. Her self had melted away completely.
"Hegh… sa…ve… me…"
A hoarse, broken voice. Only animal cries that had lost all meaning battered the filthy tile walls as her vocal cords vibrated on the edge of tearing.
Even though the interior of her womb was still protected by the pure barrier, the murderous stimulation and flood of pleasure racing endlessly along her peripheral nerves had already stripped her body of all control.
Her spine arched like a drawn bow, threatening to snap, as her hips instinctively rolled to take the tentacle pounding her from behind even deeper. The toes of both feet braced on the floor curled so hard they cramped, trembling in wretched spasms.
Every few seconds a dual orgasmic wave slammed up her spine. At each peak every muscle in her body contracted explosively, then collapsed into limp exhaustion, only to repeat.
Her head, crushed against the porcelain, hung bonelessly. Half-lidded eyes had lost all focus, showing only white. Between her panting, parted lips a slack tongue lolled out. Thick saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth and dripped from the tip of her tongue onto the tiles in long strings.
The pure, noble soul of the shrine maiden, the human will that had tried to protect her social identity—none of it remained. Only a red lump of meat reduced to a frenzied breeding machine twitched, pickled in the instinct to reproduce.
But the frenzy of the tentacles that had created this wretched state had only just begun.
The faint caresses of mucosa and sticky teasing from the very beginning were gone without a trace. Only the primal destructive urge to forcibly implant seed in the deepest, most secret place of the female sprawled before it and to shred the barrier still holding out inside her. That savage instinct alone perfectly governed the movement of the massive flesh.
A wet, crushing impact. Grinding bone. Another.
The sound of flesh heated by friction colliding. The merciless piston speed that felt as though it would shatter her pelvic bones and tear her joints apart accelerated past every physical limit. Without a single moment’s pause it hammered in continuous thrusts, driving an overwhelming tidal wave of semen.
The volume of beast seed forced in by raw external pressure vastly exceeded the amount the barrier in her womb desperately tried to expel. The result of that absolute, terrible imbalance was a visual shock: the abnormal swelling of her body.
The once-slim, firm belly pressed flat against the tiles could no longer contain the mass of scalding semen being forced into it. It began to inflate like a grotesque balloon. Her lower abdomen swelled until it looked ready to burst, the subcutaneous fat stretched paper-thin. The skin was drawn so tight that blue veins and fine capillaries stood out in a hideous net across the surface of her belly.
The massive waves of semen boiling inside and trying to reverse-flow were clearly visible to the naked eye, surging like tides beneath the stretched skin. With every rough, destructive hammer-blow against her vaginal walls and cervix, the surface of her grotesquely swollen belly was crushed against the cold tiles, making a heavy, wet, lurching sound as it heaved.
The stomach, the large intestine, every organ beneath her ribs was shoved upward toward her chest by the expanding volume—an unbearable pressure. Semen that had already exceeded the physical capacity of her pelvic cavity and lower abdomen now, unable to escape downward, began applying terrifying pressure toward her esophagus.
A wet, rising gurgle.
"Gaaahk…! Uweeehk!"
Her diaphragm, forced upward, sealed her windpipe. Then the sticky beast semen that had reverse-flowed explosively up her esophagus erupted from her panting mouth. Along the line of her cheek and jaw crushed against the toilet rim, the opaque white fluid vomited from her stomach mixed with thick saliva and gastric juices and poured out in thick glugs.
From below, both holes endlessly excreted semen that filled the floor puddle; from above, the seed her body could no longer hold was vomited from her mouth—the wretched, disgusting end of a body. The opaque beast fluid spraying from her own gaping mouth brushed the tip of her crushed nose before dripping into the toilet bowl. She had to watch that wretched reality with two eyes whose pupils had gone completely white and unfocused.
And at last the beast’s most destructive, most massive final ejaculation arrived.
The largest main tentacle that had been pistoning madly through both holes suddenly swelled as if about to burst and radiated fierce heat. This was on a different dimension from mere tearing insertion. A terrible concentration of acceleration that seemed intent on piercing every bone, every scrap of flesh, every membrane and organ that made up her body in a single stroke.
A deep, grinding rupture.
A dull cracking sound as though her entire pelvic cavity were being crushed and her vertebrae displaced. The tip of the hideously split pillar crushed the final wall of resistance created by the barrier with raw force and pressure, striking the deepest, most intimate center of her womb dead-on.
An impact and explosive force like a bomb detonating inside the narrow toilet stall. With that merciless, destructive blow, ultra-dense semen hot as boiling lava tore her uterine walls to shreds and poured in like a massive tidal wave.
A pressurized spray. A long, wet gush.
"Aaaaaaaaaaah———!!!!"
A scream that far exceeded the limits of what a reasoning human could produce. A desperate shriek as though her vocal cords had completely torn, blood spraying, her uvula bursting, ripped through the narrow partition.
The physical impact and heat that exploded in the deepest part of her womb—the sanctuary of her soul—raced up her spinal cord and struck her brain stem head-on. From eyes rolled completely white, tears like blood from burst vessels poured out in a flood.
The body that had been crushed face-down against the toilet leapt into the air like a fish struck by lightning. Limbs twisted grotesquely as the body hung suspended, then crashed to the floor in convulsions.
An overwhelming dual orgasmic tidal wave that paralyzed every nerve from the joints of her fingers to the tips of her curled toes. Extreme pleasure beyond the body’s limits colliding head-on with agony that melted the brain white. In that explosive overload, the last taut thread of reason finally snapped completely.
The shrine maiden’s body, which had been twisting with hands and feet still braced on the floor, gave a final large twitch and then made a soft sound. Like a wooden puppet whose controlling strings had been cut, her limp flesh collapsed bonelessly onto the filthy tiles.
Fainting granted simultaneously by extreme pleasure that burned out her nervous system and by destructive agony. It was the complete annihilation of self—a blackout.
Yet even after she lost consciousness and all resistance ceased, the frenzy of the beast devouring its prey showed no sign of stopping. Toward the meat that now hung completely limp and unmoving, the massive tentacles continued their merciless piston motion at a mad pace.
Wet impacts. Grinding flesh. Slap after slap.
"Uuhh…"
The empty shell of a body that had lost consciousness rattled meaninglessly back and forth in time with the tentacles’ rough, stupid rebound. Every time her joints threatened to dislocate, the thin belly skin swollen like a balloon about to burst was crushed against the tiles and heaved grotesquely.
Between the two legs spread helplessly toward the floor, a waterfall of white, high-viscosity cloudy semen poured without a moment’s rest in thick, wet cascades.
Inside the filthy, humid bathroom. In that hellish sealed room where reason had evaporated, only the friction of the beast’s violent flesh and the nauseating sound of viscous fluids pouring and pooling echoed like the endless abyss.
The semen pool that had once been contained only inside the toilet bowl had long since overflowed the porcelain rim completely. It now covered the entire filthy tile floor in white, swelling so terribly that every movement of her body created lapping waves.
Through lips half-open in unconsciousness, semen that had reverse-flowed up her esophagus continued to glug out endlessly, adding to the floor puddle.