Ash's body was starting to ache considerably, the more she resisted the more it hurt, but the more it hurt the more she resisted. Her mind knew she should stop and give in, but her instinct to keep fighting back against the creature was still winning out. A small trickle of her lifeblood was finnaly starting to be joined by her natural moistures, the lubrication although did not entirely cover her insides, it aliveated some of the pain. But the repreive was short as the tentacles found their way to her breasts, the nubs visiously fonding her nipples until they were red and sore from the attention. Once against she tried to fight against the beast, her own cries and whimpers growing louder in ferocity  her body lashing out against him, her tail trying to whip the damn beast in a vain attempt to force him off of her. Before her body started to accept it and even enjoy it, she had to save her dignity somehow, she refused to enjoy this.