As I descend from my high and my body relaxes, I expect it to stop because I'm sensitive and sour, but the tentacle only seems to change setting to faster and more intense vibrations along with growing bigger inside me. Furthermore, I feel another tentacle pushing against my asshole.
"Stop," I mumble weakly without hearing my voice, but a soft but firm gag quickly follows this, shoved into my mouth, and I know this is only the start.
The tentacle slowly pushing into my asshole must be small; I know this because it doesn't hurt at all, just a lot of pressure. The trusts in my pussy slow down as the tentacle continues to grow; it stretches my walls until I'm breathing hard from the pain before it stops growing, then I feel the tentacle in my ass growing longer and thicker inside me. I know I sound like an animal as the pleasure engulfs me in waves from the stimulation of all my erogenous zones by the pink little tingly devices that stimulate kissing and sucking and the pain mixed with pleasure in my holes.
The tentacles stop swelling then the one in my pussy interchanges between deep thrusts and shallow thrusts. My mind can't even form thoughts; all I am is this pleasure that's building up to a climax, but the climax is different this time; it started like a spark, almost unnoticeable, but once I concentrated on it, it built with a slow, steady intensity inside me that made me thrash around, desperate to make it stop because of how agonizingly slow it is yet desperate to reach the finish line.
Tears form in my eyes as my body trembles under the intense pleasure before it reaches its peak, and I have yet again another intense orgasm I never thought was possible.
Subconsciously I was expecting the tentacles and the suckers to stop because I just couldn't take anymore, but they continued at a slightly increased intensity. I feel the all too familiar touch of my owner as he gently strokes my hair, but I can't communicate with him because of all the sensory deprivation, so I shake my head, hoping he'd see, desperately trying to show him to stop.
I should have known that his touch was getting me prepared for something; I felt a mask fit around my nose and mouth, a little hiss, and then cool air teased my nose; it smelled sweet and faintly like vanilla and a bit of cucumber, I inhale the air trying to figure out what it's for and I quickly realized. I felt my pussy clench around the tentacle with my pussy making more juice as the steady penetration continued.
My body suddenly became more sensitive to pleasure, and I was hyper-aware of everything. The pink little suckers on my body felt like they were touching my soul, and it felt like my whole existence revolved around my pussy and everything it felt. I was no longer thrashing around or shaking my head; I was tense as the pleasure pulsed through me in waves that were building up to burst out of me, and when I finally reached another mind-blowing orgasm, it didn't stop.
It felt so good for so long my pussy started to cramp, and my head started to hurt; just when I thought I was about to lose my mind, the suckers turned off, and the tentacles stopped moving. My body relaxed into the cool chair and my arms and legs were free to move again but I couldn't bring myself to move due to exhaustion.
