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            The seed-ridden plasma had hit its mark.  Chizuru had stalled Tatsuki long enough for the Numb Chandelier to take aim and discharge her body-controlling mucus into the target’s left shoulder.  The force was more than enough to take her off of her feet, landing harshly on her back and at the mercy of the wicked Hollow.

            As Tatsuki seethed on the ground, the Numb Chandelier cackled and came to hover over her prey.  “How do you feel?” she jibed at the human’s pain.  “The seed I just shot into you will soon grow roots in your body and control it.”

            Helpless, Tatsuki could do naught against the pain aside from pant and stare intently at the sky.  Although she could not specifically see the enemy, she could at least tell where it was due to a distortion of space.  Somewhere off to the side, she knew Orihime was watching, caught by the brainwashed students of Karakura High; she could hear the redhead’s muffled cries.

            “In other words,” mused the Hollow, “that means your body will do what I want.”

            It took physical and mental fortitude, but Tatsuki began to move, rolling onto her side and spitting out, “Shut up…”

            “Huh?”  The glowing, yellow eyes flickered within the sockets of the Numb Chandelier’s mask.

            “I said shut up,” rasped the schoolgirl as she valiantly fought against her own weakness to stand up.  A strong glower was cast in the general direction of the manipulative Hollow that she could not see.  “Let Orihime go!”

            “Excuse me?  Do you understand your situation?  You’ve lost almost all control of your body,” the Numb Chandelier jeered even as Tatsuki rose fully before her.  Her skeleton grin broadened, amused by this mere human’s outstanding resilience.  No matter; the signs of weakness were there and assured her that this defiance was to be short lived.

            A white tentacle lifted from the Hollow’s face, dauntingly brushing across Tatsuki’s.  It wormed and stroked her cheek with death’s chill.  “Come on.  How about it?” the Hollow egged on, coaxing Tatsuki to succumb to the control of the implanted seeds.  “Come on, come on…”  She made a mistake passing her tentacle too close to Tatsuki’s mouth; sharp teeth bit down as hard as they could on the vulnerable appendage.  A wail of pain was earned by this meager and desperate assault, and that was good enough for Tatsuki.

            “What do you think you’re doing, dammit?!”

            In a trice, to extract those pearly whites from her poor feeler, the Numb Chandelier stretched out another to seize Tatsuki by the midsection, sealing her arms in place at her sides.  And then she was lifted into the air like a prominent display for retribution.  She squirmed a little, still fighting the seeds sown within her.  Undeterred willpower kept her from falling under the spell, but she knew that she could only keep this up for so long.  “Orihime!” she cried out, arching her back.

            Below, still captive, Orihime watched the spectacle with tears glistening in her eyes.  Tatsuki-chan…

            Tatsuki groaned as the limb around her tightened, almost to the point of pushing the air out of her lungs.  Her legs kicked a little, but when it proved futile, she hung limply; no sense in wasting energy when she needed to concentrate on keeping her senses.  Her russet eyes kept to the demon below her, refusing to allow the merest flick of fear to be shown for its twisted pleasure.

            The Numb Chandelier chortled to herself, though there was more malice than humor to her echoing tone.  “You still seem to be resisting,” she mused.  “Maybe I didn’t hit you with enough to control you.  You are a very special human.”  Again, a tentacle reached out for Tatsuki’s face; this time, it was more cautious and avoided Tatsuki’s mouth.  Those shimmering slits occupying the empty holes of the Hollow’s mask narrowed.  “Perhaps I should give you a more ‘thorough’ dosage.”

            What exactly did that mean?  Tatsuki winced and braced for a barrage of plasma to spew from the creature’s skull.  Instead, she experienced an unexpected draft underneath her skirt.  It took her a moment to realize that the tentacle that had been petting her face had snuck back and taken the liberty of bunching her skirt up around her waist.  Her plain, white panties were exposed, and even though the boys below her were mystified and could not actually acknowledge the perverted sight, she desperately tried to stretch her fingers out enough to scoot her skirt down.  Unfortunately, the tentacle holding her arms at her side hardly let her maneuver her fingers at all; she merely managed to push the hem a little before it was beyond her reach.

            “What the hell are you doing?” snarled the feisty schoolgirl, wishing that she just had one opportunity to send a Dragon Bazooka kick straight through that monster’s skull.

            The Numb Chandelier continued to chuckle to herself, privy to some dark humor for what she had planned.  “I’ll embed my seed to your very core.”  As she spoke, several of her limps ascended like airborne serpents, slow and wriggling.  Two tentacles tickled either thigh before snagging them and forcing them wide apart.

            “Wh-what?!”  Tatsuki’s eyes widened in horror as she looked back.  Her legs started to hurt as they tried to come back together; it was no use fighting the tentacles while the venom of the Numb Chandelier kept her weak.  Even though her panties were still in place, she felt horribly exposed, and things certainly didn’t seem like they’d stop there.  A third feeler slithered in the gap between her legs, and she felt it bush lazily against her skin.  “No!  Get away!” she shrieked when the tip gazed against the cleft beneath her panties.  She squirmed as much as she could, but to no avail.

            “Ah?  Will you shed some tears for me now?” purred the monster below whilst still prodding her tentacle up and down Tatsuki’s groin.

            Insolence flared when Tatsuki spat down at her, “Go to hell!”

            “My, my,” the Hollow went on.  “How long will you be able to stay so lively?”

            Tatsuki meant to spout more words of hatred, but she was interrupted by her own sharp gasp.  The member flourishing at her panties pushed inward, slightly at first, and then with more pressure.  The earlier touches invoked a minor response from her body, but she was still far from ready.  She gritted her teeth as the pointed tip wedged against her labia, fighting against the shielding undergarment.  Did the fiend intend to rip through the fabric?

            It took a few more stabs before the tentacle finally pushed the crotch of Tatsuki’s panties aside to expose her vulnerable quim.  The martial artist seethed, glaring at the tentacles holding her; she would not show fear, though her body tensed and prepared for the worst.  Sure enough, she felt the boneless appendage flourish against her vagina.  It was teasing her, brushing languidly through the short, thick hair before tickling the pearl at the crest of the slit.

            The Numb Chandelier gave a thoughtful hum as she snaked her member around the apex of Tatsuki’s legs.  “It seems you aren’t ready.”  She did not sound particularly concerned; more entertained than anything.  Her mouth did not spread, but just her attitude gave the appearance of her grin growing wider and more malevolent.  “I can take care of that.”

            Tatsuki wasn’t sure what was meant by that, but it was safe to assume that it was something wicked.  Again, the offending extremity wormed against her entrance to no avail.  With more force, Tatsuki dreaded that it could punch its way into her with or without her body’s consent.  The end of the tentacle traced her labia gradually, as if testing it.  Though she’d hate to admit it, it did feel good, like a subtle tickle that had her muscles clench on reflex.  Well, if this was all the demon would try, Tatsuki was fairly certain that she’d remain undefiled.

            The tentacle stilled suddenly, and before the girl could question it, it bulged before expelling a warm, viscous liquid over her crotch.  She gasped when another dosage spewed over her.  It almost felt repulsive, but its presence seemed to stimulate her nerve endings.  It didn’t really arouse her, but it did cause her breath to hitch.  “What is that?” she wheezed, not having a clear view of what was going on between her legs.  She looked down – her dangling breasts obscuring her view a little – and saw the gooey mess seeping from her crotch.

            Once more, the tentacle bumped against her crease.  She tensed her body as much as she could to hold out the invasion, but she quickly discovered that the goo that was now pasted over her labia was a perfect lubricant.  Despite her resilience, the Numb Chandelier had broken through and set a course deep within the young tomboy.

            “Argh!”  Tatsuki cringed and her stomach roiled when she felt her walls separating to embrace the wormy appendage.  Fortunately, it was not a brutal invasion, but it was obvious that the tentacle monster wanted to savor every moment.  Even without the tentacles manipulating her legs, Tatsuki would’ve instinctually separated them to make more room as she was filled.  The tentacle flourished within the tight canal, stimulating the sensitive muscles and pushing them apart.  Deeper and deeper, it squirmed until it met with the end of the tunnel.  The tip tested the blockade, but found no leeway to proceed.  It was possible to just barge through Tatsuki’s cervical wall, but the Numb Chandelier chose otherwise.

            As Tatsuki wriggled, grunted and snarled, and clenched around the tentacle, the Hollow snickered to herself.  The member embedded within her victim retracted somewhat from the hot depths before easing right back in to cram against the cervix again.  In response, Tatsuki could not keep down the hoarse grunt torn from her throat.  “You don’t sound so bold now, girl.  Are you willing to submit?” taunted the otherworldly creature.

            Peering down at her with one eye scrunched from the sensations scalding within her sex, Tatsuki snarled.  “Damn you” was all she managed to muster as the flexible appendage continued to work in and out of her in a building series of thrusts.  She was responded to with a quickening of the movement within her snatch.

            “Your voice grows irksome,” the Hollow said nonchalantly.  “I’ll have to do something about that.”  Another tentacle rose, this time towards Tatsuki’s face.  It dauntingly wagged in front of the tomboy, just out of reach of her teeth.  How she would’ve enjoyed biting that wretched limb off and inflicting some pain towards this horrible demon…

            The tentacle around her midsection suddenly jerked, pushing her body into the tentacle slipping into her vagina.  Embarrassingly, the squelching sounds that came from the repeated union was not solely caused by the substance the tentacle had discharged over her; she could not control the natural responses of her sex when being so thoroughly stimulated.  She had to clench her teeth hard to keep from screaming as the limb surged into her again and again.

            The girl was strong-willed, the Numb Chandelier consented, much to her annoyance.  It would take a bit more effort on her end, but it’d certainly be worth it to break the defiant, little wench.  Several more of her limbs crawled into the air, targeting the bound girl.  The tips of the tentacles could be manipulated to narrower points for better accuracy; the Numb Chandelier employed this ability when she targeted the small, yet significant nub protruding above the divided slit.

            Tatsuki’s muscles quivered when the sensitivity of her clit was provoked.  The slim limb rolled against it, flicking and dragging it along with the tentacle’s wiry movements.  “What are yoummf-?!”  The second her mouth opened, the tentacle that lingered in front of her seized the opportunity and plugged this orifice.  Though her initial instinct was to bite down as hard as she could, Tatsuki found her jaw forced too wide to have any leverage to close her teeth together.  Cries of protest were muffled behind the intruding member as it pushed towards the back of her throat.  Her gag-reflex was provoked, but not triggered.

            She had thought about sex before, fantasized about it with no one in particular – though she could imagine it with someone like Ichigo – and this certainly wasn’t what she had in mind: both ends of her filled with considerably thick limbs, pushing and retracting at a quick, hard rhythm.  And still, Tatsuki could not see the assailant or the appendages fucking her mouth and pussy; she could only identify the general area by the distortions in space.

            The tentacle Hollow chortled to herself.  It felt far more satisfying to have this resistant female screaming into her tentacle than spouting out words of defiance.  She could feel the walls undulate around the feeler working in Tatsuki’s sex.  Other tentacles plodded around the teenager’s body, exploring every nook and cranny while leaving splotches of faintly-green ooze coating her skin and uniform.  A crack of the whip-like member managed to dislocate the buttons of Tatsuki’s blouse, exposing her sports bra-clad breast.  That would be made short work of; the Numb Chandelier simply pushed the article up over the c-cups to admire the dangling mounds of flesh and the brown nipples they sported.

            “Humans,” laughed the Hollow.  She extended a tentacle to brush against the swaying mounds, pasting a viscous layer of her essence over the nipples.  “You have such unsightly forms.”  The tentacle then shoved in between the two globes and began to thrust with the intensity of the other two, penetrating tentacles.

            Tatsuki was no fool.  She knew there was still one area left unviolated, and it wouldn’t be long before this invisible fiend’s roaming feelers discovered that guarded hole.  The mere thought of it made her clench, though she knew it was unwise to do so.  Sure enough, within seconds, she felt the gooey touch of a tentacle caressing the rise of her buttocks; first one cheek, and then the other, and then down the crevice until the discovery was made.

            Glowing yellow eyes narrowed.  “Ah?  It seems there’s at least one more place.”  The Hollow chortled as she flicked that tentacle’s tip against the puckered, tight hole.  It was much smaller than any other she had invaded, but she wasn’t deterred by that fact.  Defiance had its consequences.  And noticing how the human’s body tensed when that region was tickled, she was sure that it’d be a proper punishment.

            “Nngh!” gurgled Tatsuki, arching instantly to the firm probing.  The tip flicked up and down, salving like a dog’s floppy tongue, stimulating her, coaxing like it’d bring her to yield.  Against the reflex of her hot body, she clenched up, straining all her muscles to resist!

            The yellow slits in the eye holes narrows.  “Heh, you can’t stop me.”

            The tentacle ceased its floundering and pressed hard against Tatsuki’s anus.  She tried, sputtering around the one ploughing her mouth, and maybe staved off the offense for a moment, but the cackling thing – Its voice penetrated the air like garbled static to the unenlightened girl. – made its success and pushed through the rigid sphincter.

            The pain was worst back there.  Whatever had crammed its way in only had a fine tip before expanding to a long, smooth tendril that bulled up into her virgin intestines.  Her muscles clenched around it, trying to void it entirely, but no success.  It was all her unwilling body could do to strain and stress around it, gripping and trying not to tear while the flamboyant head lashed like the blind head of a worm, sifting the path of least resistance, curling along the tract, goading Tatsuki’s disgust.

            And yet the heat was blazing in her gut.  Radical, undeniable pleasure that seared her from the living thing plodding up her guts, compacting her insides, while numerous other phalluses made good use of her other parts.  They wound up her legs in a spiral, holding them apart, grinding toward her sensitive inner thighs as another continued to squelch in her pussy, stretching it and lapping in frenzy at her sore cervix.  Lashed around her middle were the thickest, securing her so that, even if by some miracle, she freed her arms and legs, she’d still be a captive.  More than one surrounded her young breasts, coiling around them to her peaked brown nipples where warm greenish slime spilled over them, running down to lube up the one thrusting between them.  She’d guard her chest but for the pair suspending those troublesome arms of hers outward.  Like her legs, the feelers curled around from the wrist – though Tatsuki instinctively latched her hands around the length, for support and leverage – and went down to her torn shirt where the bulbous tips could tickle and salve her underarms.  A tentacle at her throat didn’t necessarily choke her, but it did rhythmically tighten when the one in her mouth dove deep, pleasuring itself with these convulsions.  Tatsuki was lucky – debatable – to remain conscious when she had so little opportunity to breathe in around this systematic onslaught.  But her mind was blanking, mouth widening to let out another choked moan when her body was forced into orgasm.  The tiny tendril swirling teasingly over her clit piqued when moisture shot from her body, soaking the larger tentacle underneath while her pelvis ticked violently.  Despite the flex of her inner muscles, she couldn’t stop the invasion in the slightest.

            “My, you’re certainly deep here,” chortled the wicked demon, referring to her final discovery of human anatomy.  The tiny pathway she had happened upon was now spread to a wide, gaping hole; those not spiritually aware would see up into Tatsuki’s guts from below, even if they could not see how much further she was pried apart after the first bend of her bowels.  Still snickering, heedless of Tatsuki’s ecstasy pouring over her skeletal dome, she asked, “Will I reach your heart if I go any deeper?”

            Tatsuki responded with an agonized yowl around the guzzled appendage, the one heading up her ass making a potent push deeper.

            The Numb Chandelier cackled.  “Maybe this is deep enough already.”  The yellow slits glowed with mischief.  “You will be my brainless slave for this.”  The pellets forming on her skull swelled, and then receded, reabsorbed; repurposed.  And then there were convulsions in her reaching limbs, bulges running up in sequence like sharks to the smell of blood.  It meant nothing good.  These tracts went to the tip, and there was an explosive burst of goo, right between Tatsuki’s tits, gushing over her chest and chin and other tentacles.  It reared up, throbbing and ejecting another spray of slime over her squeezed breasts.  The feelers there had a glob or two to spend as well, coating her nipples.  The ones at her armpits, the ones caressing her legs, even the small one tickling her clit and pubic hair; all doused her where they lay.

            Her insides were a bigger mess.  Tatsuki could feel the bulges traveling up her soaked pussy, battering back her walls.  Her cervix was invaded by the malleable tip, squishing like a boneless mass through the channel and ballooning on the other end.  The traveling discharge hurt to squeeze through to the other side, but the explosive warmth made her keen.  The mind-bending fluid swirled about and invaded her womb – two extra gushes to expand her belly – and filled her with irresistible euphoria.

            No!

            Tatsuki watched in helpless horror as the bulge appeared at the curve going down her mouth.  She tried to chomp back against it, but it was no use.  It went past her lips and over her gums, down her throat to splatter across her gullet and making her swallow on reflex.  Nasty, foul-tasting fluid she was force-fed, but once it filled her belly, the solution began to dissolve, and so did her reason.  Her fingers tightened on the tentacles like she was trying to hold onto her sanity.  She dug her nails in, whimpering and screwing her eyes shut… but slowly, starting with the pinky, one by one, her hands loosened.

            Her ass was last to be filled, but received the heaviest dose of the Numb Chandelier’s cummy concoction.  Deeper than any man would ever be able to penetrate, the tentacle’s tip flared with a slot and unleashed the flood in rhythmical convulsions, shooting its paste across her pink guts, soaking and stringing from top to bottom until it was mired by its own release.

            The strung-up girl gave a mighty, full-bodied seize – one that even gave the overpowering Hollow pause and doubt – but then she was finished.  With a deadened sigh, she went all slack, head hanging, arms and legs loose.  She hung there, eyes hardly open and unseeing, glazed over, not perceiving the drip off her chest.

            “Hmm, so that’s it,” mused the monster, as if it had not taken a considerable effort on her part to subdue this otherwise unassuming human girl.  One by one, her tentacles began to retract.  The one from her pussy, leaving with a sloppy slch from between her folds, followed by the one behind wedged up her ass, hitching a little on exit before the heavy outpour from her insides followed.  They unwound from her legs and then her arms.  She slumped, careless of the freedom of her neck.  The last to leave was the one down her throat.  She didn’t seem to care at all, moving subtly to the extraction, mouth going mostly closed with a small, rattling breath when she was finally cleared.

            And she just sat there, a mess of slime and torn clothes, marinating.

            “There,” laughed the Hollow.  “Isn’t it better—”  She curled a tentacle tauntingly against Tatsuki’s cheek “—to submit?  You lowly human.”

            Tatsuki didn’t reply.

            She didn’t think.

            She didn’t do anything…

            “Tatsuki-chan!”

            She only turned slightly to the sound of the name and the voice.

            Don’t…  Ori…hi…

            “… me…”

            The Numb Chandelier made playful confusion when she looked over to see the girl wrenching free of the other captives.  If capable of it, her maw would have stretched in a wicked grin.  “Looks like I will have some more sport,” she hissed hungrily, her long tongue appearing to lick at her teeth.

            Tatsuki felt the urge to kick.  Commanded her…

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Now this story was started so many years ago!  And it was left off on at the anal breeching part!  I’m so glad I’m able to give it finality.  There, random impulse write from years back at my beginnings.  I’m able to end you.