The fruits of her pathetic attempts at getting back at her assailant became apparent when she was whipped by some of the tentacles molesting her.  Jalna  writhed as the mounds on chest bounced with each strike, her nipples over-erect after much abuse they received, while her back arched almost into a bow, her head thrown back causing the tresses of her silvery hair to whip about.  She was beyond pain, having gotten used to it if such a thing was possible; or perhaps she has lost all sensation within her body and whatever abuse it was receiving was merely reacting on impulse.<br/><br/>After her punishment, her body was reoriented yet again.  This time it involved both of her wrists held over her head by one appendage, while each of her thighs was being held up, cradling her and leaving with a sense of being vulnerable as if not already so.  The tentacle pulled out from herr womanhood before she was forced to face, up close and personal to the waiting 'tongue' of her aggressor.<br/><br/>"Please...no more..." she weakly pleaded, something she though she would never do in the face of anyone or anything, no matter what.  She got her answer when the tentacles that held her pulled her in and assisted in plunging her overly worn out love hole into the thing's anxious thick, meaty length.  Add insult to injury when the one tentacle in her butt hole had remained but has now started to probe in ever deeper, adding further to her agony.  And thus the merciless rape of the Lightbearer continued.