The Worst Tentacles -3
The Worst Tentacles -3
The tentacle monster always delivers something worse than she imagines.
The Hero had her ability to think for herself forcibly stripped away.
Ggumul...
The tentacle that entered her ear is meticulously observing every movement in the Hero's mind.
"Okay, then let's try a question."
"Is there anything coming to mind right now?"
'No...'
But how could she not be conscious of it after hearing that?
Every time she tries to think, the tentacle detects it.
And then—
Jjeupbeubeubeubeop!!!
Jjibbeop♡ Tzubeop♡
Chuuuup♡♡♡♡
All sorts of suckers, penises, and rods ravage every erogenous zone of hers.
"Haaaaaaaah!!!"
Her moans turn into screams, and the screams into even more horrific wails.
Squirting is definitely a sign of pleasure.
But her face gradually drowns in despair.
"If you stop thinking, I'll stop."
"How the hell do I do thaaaaat!!!"
Right now, the tentacles are wrecking all her erogenous zones.
'I hate it! Get off me quick...!!!'
Her mouth is physically one, but thoughts can fly out multiple at once.
Naturally, far more screams echo inside her than what spills from her lips.
'I hate my vagina...! My nipples too...!'
She hates her own body for supplying excessive pleasure against her will.
If she could survive by cutting it off... she'd want to slice everything below her neck.
'I hate it hate it hate it...! Stop!!!'
No, if she could, she'd cut it all off regardless of survival.
'It huuuuurts!!!'
Only moans-filled screams come from her mouth, but all sorts of inner voices scream in her mind.
"Whoa there, if you keep that up, you'll be stuck like this forever."
Beureureureu...♡♡♡
Her body, long past its limit, twitches and shakes like it's seizing from pleasure.
'Stop stop...♡'
And no matter how much she hates it, she decides to obey the tentacle's words.
'It huuurts huuurts...'
Despite her body howling in agony, she desperately tries not to think at all.
People think less when they're spacing out.
'......'
She has to empty her head even more than that.
She forcibly suppresses her mind with nothing but the pleasure from her body, creating a state where she thinks absolutely nothing.
"......"
She finally succeeds in reaching a state with truly no thoughts at all.
Ggumulgumol!!!
Ggumul...
And just like that, the tentacles—which seemed ready to pound her female vagina to pieces—stop moving.
Ddeuldeuldeul...
'It stopped...'
But the joy of the tentacles stopping, and the fact that she thought it—
Jjeopjjeop!!!
"Grheeeek!!!"
In the end, the tentacles start moving again, smashing her female vagina.
Jjeupbeubeubeubeop!!!
If anything, they seem to move even more violently after a brief rest.
In reality, nothing had changed.
It was just her brain overloading from the overly intense stimulation, making her hallucinate.
Chwaaaaaak!!!
Even as she screams with squirting climaxes, the tentacles don't stop.
"Stop...!"
These are words she'd normally beg the tentacles with, but this time it's different.
She's saying it to herself.
With tentacles jammed in her vagina, scraping up to her uterus, her hips try to buck wildly across the floor.
"Ughghgh!!! St-stop... my head...!"
If she stops thinking, she can be freed.
She became a Hero staking her life on this short-term visible escape.
"......"
And so, she stops thinking.
Chubeop.......
The tentacles, which had been going mad to sensitize her entire vagina at any moment, halt their movements.
"......"
She can't let joy of liberation make something pop into her head.
Naturally, she can't act while thinking absolutely nothing.
It's practically a state close to self-made unconsciousness.
"Good job."
The tentacle's main body seems to squirm as it approaches right in front of her eyes.
"Now, I'm going to implant the consciousness of obedience to me into this unconscious state."
"......"
No matter what it says, she tries her utmost to keep her thoughts empty.
"Should be fun, right?"
She can't even think of rebelling anymore.
The act of thinking itself becomes the target of punishment—an utter absurdity.
Of course, she can't even claim to the perpetrator that it's absurd.
"Okay, then here's a question."
"Yes......"
No matter how pissed she is... it's better than the agony.
She's already endured over a hundred years of pleasure torture, overflowing with experience.
But it was pleasure she never wanted, not even for a minute or a second.
"Okay, what's your name?"
"I don't know!!!"
And it questions her right away.
"Okay, then how were these tentacles?"
"I don't know!!!"
"That's... not the answer I wanted?"
The Hero tried to just plant "I don't know" on her lips and spit it out simply.
But that wasn't what it wanted.
Chubeopchubeop!!!
"Heek! Wh-whyyyy!!!"
Along with the Hero's desperate scream comes the tentacles' obscene sounds.
Tentacles charging to smash all her erogenous zones.
Tzubeubeubeubeubeubeop!!!
"Kuhuk...♡ Heeek......"
Her body, shuddering in exhaustion, is forcibly restored by recovery magic.
And then climax.
Endless climax.
Until just before total collapse, then recovery magic restores the Hero again.
Just for giving an unsatisfactory answer, it stimulates all her erogenous zones for nearly a full day.
Shwaaaaa!!!
Finally, the tentacles withdraw, and instead enter her urethra to stop the continuous squirting orgasms.
"Hahk hahk......"
The Hero moans from the excruciating pleasure.
But now it's time to beg the tentacles for mercy.
She knows full well there's no such thing as a break.
She gazes at the tentacle-nim that wants to break her quickly, with awe, and asks.
"Wh-what do you want exactly...?"
"Hmm, well, the correct answer is obviously 'It felt sooo good♡ Do it again♡'."
"......"
Words completely divorced from reality.
No one who's been fucked even once by these tentacles like her could ever say that.
In the end, it's telling her to memorize the answer.
"...That's bullshit... don't make me."
The Hero glares with indignation now, tears streaming down.
"You can't just... answer instantly like that without thinking......"
"Why not?"
The tentacle shows her once more that dangerous Demon World magic tool, the one shaped like a clock.
Chwarureureuk.
"...?"
And the endless flood of clocks pouring out.
"Time's plentiful. I'll give you 'as many chances as you want.'"
A chance she wants none of.
Her stomach churns again at the dozens upon dozens of clocks.
"Don't worry. I'll drill it into your head one by one, like stamping it in."
"You're insane......"
She glares half in tears.
She can't fathom what malice drives this tentacle monster to go this far.
"There's no way that's possible."
"You don't know."
The tentacles extend again.
"You have to make it possible...?"
Her thoughts controlled,
Made to answer and act unconsciously to commands.
Of course, it never tells her the answer to memorize from the start.
She learns by getting it wrong.
Each time, tentacles wreck her vagina all day, then reveal the correct answer.
How much time has passed...?
It doesn't matter anymore.
One minute outside could be eternity in here.
"Okay, so what kind of woman are you?"
And after that agonizing time of counting passes, the tentacle asks the Hero again.
"Yes♡ I am a retarded idiot...... anyway, the most useless, trashiest bitch."
"Then what's your hobby?"
"My hobby is masturbating every day, begging tentacle-nim to pound me non-stop!!!"
There's no rationality in those words.
It's just the guidelines imprinted unconsciously by the tentacle's education.
"Then what do you want right now?"
"Please give me more tentacle punishment......♡"
Even if it's the complete opposite of her instincts or will, she gives the forced answer.
Answers imprinted in the unconscious come out easily.
Ddeuldeuldeuldeul...♡
Of course, she can't help but fear those climaxes anyway.
Her body trembles uncontrollably.
The tentacle conducts the final test.
"What's your name?"
"My name...?"
The Hero's ravaged eyes tremble as she answers.
This answer was way too long to memorize fully, and she'd been tortured with tentacles as an excuse for it that many times.
"I am retarded-dumb-pussy-bitch! Even if I strut around clueless with a bit of strength, after tentacle-nim's proper education, I'm a dumb bitch who worships tentacle-nim! And—"
In the intense pleasure torture, her original self was burned away.
More precisely, it was close to forcing her not to recall it... but anyway, it succeeded.
"Then, what did you originally do in the past?"
"Work...?"
The Hero, forbidden from thinking, naturally can't rummage through memories.
"I don't know......"
The tentacle smiles, succeeding in turning her completely into a doll.