Gasping as she's twisted around and slammed into the bed, Liz barely keeps herself from crying out.  She won't give him that satisfaction.  His hand brushes across her thighs as it rips away her last vestige of clothing, causing the skin there to pucker with goosebumps.  She tries to close her legs, but his tentacles hold firm.  And then he's in her.<br/><br/>Despite her previous vow, this time she does scream.  The pain of the massive member forcing its way into her is incredible.  She cries out, her body writhing against the invasion, unintentionally helping it along.  Then there's a pop deep within her and she's certain for a moment that she's ripped inside.  But it's just the head of him getting into her deepest parts.  He starts to pump, and she buries her face in the blankets, her whimpers and cries of pain still audible through the fabric.