Helga stirred in the dim bedroom, her curvaceous body bare under the thin sheet that clung to her sweat-slicked skin. She blinked awake, heart pounding as her eyes locked onto the spectral form hovering beside the bed—the tentacle ghost, its translucent tendrils writhing like hungry snakes in the moonlight. A surge of fear mixed with unwanted heat flooded her, her nipples hardening against the cool air as the ghost's first tentacle slithered forward, wrapping around her thigh with a grip that left red marks. The ghost wasted no time, its main tentacle plunging between her legs, suction cups latching onto her clit with brutal precision. Helga gasped, her body arching as the tentacle pulsed, vibrating against her swollen flesh like a relentless machine. "No—stop, please," she whimpered, but the words dissolved into a moan as the vibration intensified, forcing waves of pleasure through her pussy. Her hands clutched the sheets, fingers digging in as the suction pulled at her sensitive nub, marking her inner thighs with faint bruises. Tentacles coiled around her, one sliding up to lick at her armpit, its slimy tip tracing the sensitive skin with wet, insistent strokes. The sensation made her squirm, a mix of tickling agony and raw arousal that she couldn't escape. "Fuck, that feels—ahh—too much," Helga cried out, her voice breaking as another tentacle thrust into her, fucking her hard and deep. It stretched her pussy wide, pounding in rhythmic slams that echoed in the room, each thrust gushing warm cream inside her, the aphrodisiac flooding her veins and turning her thoughts to mush. She tried to twist away, but the ghost ignored her pleas, its tentacles pinning her down. One tentacle slipped to her ear, licking the erogenous zone with greedy laps that sent electric shocks straight to her core. "I can't take it anymore, you're going to break me," Helga begged, tears streaming down her face as the edging built, pulling her to the brink over and over. Her body trembled, on the edge for what felt like days, until finally, she squirted hard, juices spraying everywhere in uncontrollable bursts. Even as she screamed for it to stop, the tentacles kept fucking her, sucking and licking every inch—her pussy, her ass, leaving marks all over her skin. The assault didn't end; the ghost's cream filled her again, making her clit throb with fresh need. Helga's mind fractured, her body betraying her with dry orgasms that left her gasping for air. She fell unconscious, only to wake hours later, the cycle starting all over, turning her into his unrelenting slut.

Helga's eyes fluttered open, her body still throbbing from the relentless assault, now chained to the bedposts with spectral restraints that glowed faintly in the dim room. The tentacle ghost loomed over her, its translucent appendages writhing eagerly, one thick tentacle already thrusting deep into her pussy without mercy. She gasped, the sudden invasion stretching her slick walls, fucking her hard and fast as if punishing her for passing out. "Fuck—ahh—it's too much," Helga moaned, her curvaceous body jerking against the chains that bit into her skin, leaving red welts. The ghost's main tendril pounded her cunt, suction cups attaching to her inner thighs and pulling with brutal force, while another tentacle slithered up to her chest. It latched onto her nipples, sucking them hard, the pressure making them swell and ache with a mix of pain and perverse pleasure. Helga arched her back, crying out as the tentacle's tip flicked and licked at her sensitive buds, then trailed down to her armpit again, its slimy surface tracing the sweaty hollow with wet, insistent strokes that sent shivers through her. "Stop—god, that tickles and burns," she whimpered, her voice hoarse from earlier screams, but the ghost only intensified its assault, the tentacle lapping greedily at the tender skin. A fresh wave of aphrodisiac gushed from the thrusting tentacle inside her, flooding her pussy with warm, thick cream that seeped deeper, igniting every nerve. Helga's mind spun, the drug forcing her body into overdrive, her clit throbbing as dry orgasms ripped through her one after another. "Fuck, I'm cumming again—dry, empty—please!" she screamed, her body convulsing against the chains, juices long spent but the sensations still crashing over her like tidal waves. Each orgasm left her gasping, her pussy clenching around the tentacle that continued to fuck her relentlessly, the aphrodisiac turning her thoughts into a haze of desperate need. Tears streamed down Helga's face as the edging persisted, her erogenous zones—her ears, her armpits, her swollen clit—overloaded with stimulation. "Make me yours, you bastard—turn me into your permanent sex slave," she begged, the words spilling out in a broken plea, her voice laced with defeat and unwanted craving. The ghost responded by wrapping more tentacles around her, one sliding to tease her asshole while the main one kept pounding her pussy, the suction marks multiplying across her skin like badges of submission. The tentacles fucked her nonstop, thrusting in synchronized rhythm, filling her holes and leaving no inch untouched. Helga's body betrayed her, her hips bucking involuntarily against the invasions, the aphrodisiac pushing her closer to total surrender. She felt herself breaking, her mind fracturing into a blur of pleasure and pain, yet the assault didn't stop, promising more hours of this torment. As another dry orgasm hit, she whispered hoarsely, "Don't stop..." but deep down, she knew this was just the beginning, the ghost's dominance etching itself into her soul.

Helga's body trembled on the edge of another dry orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing as the tentacle ghost suddenly halted its thrusting, pulling back just enough to leave her gasping and frustrated. The spectral restraints held her firmly to the bed, her curvaceous form slick with sweat and marked with red suction welts. 'No—fuck, don't stop now,' she whimpered, her voice hoarse, but the ghost ignored her plea, its tendrils shifting to a crueler tease. Instead of fucking her, the tentacles slithered over her sensitive skin, one immediately latching onto her cunt with wet, insistent sucking. The tip of the tendril licked along her swollen folds, its slimy surface tracing her clit with agonizing precision while another tentacle vibrated against the nub, sending sharp pulses through her overstimulated nerves. Helga bucked against the chains, her armpits damp and tingling as a third tendril dipped into the hollow, lapping at the tender skin with greedy strokes that made her squirm. 'Ahh—god, that's too much,' she moaned, the vibrations building heat without release, edging her closer to the brink only to pull back at the last second. The ghost ate her cunt like it was starving, its suction cups attaching and releasing in rhythmic pulls that left her lips raw and throbbing. It vibrated her clit harder, the sensation flooding her with waves of denied pleasure, while another tendril teased her ears, licking the sensitive lobes with wet flicks that sent shivers down her spine. Helga's mind fractured further, the aphrodisiac still coursing through her veins, turning every touch into a torment of unfulfilled need. 'Please, let me cum—I'm begging you,' she cried out, tears streaming down her face as her body teetered on the edge again. But the ghost denied her once more, withdrawing the vibrations and sucking just as she neared the peak, leaving her panting and desperate. It resumed its assault with fresh hunger, tentacles licking and sucking at her pussy, eating her folds with sloppy, invasive strokes while the vibrator buzzed lightly against her clit, not enough to push her over. Helga writhed, her curves glistening under the dim light, the marks on her skin pulsing with each denied wave. 'Fuck, please—let me cum this time,' she begged again, her voice breaking, but the ghost only intensified the tease, lapping at her armpits and ears to heighten the agony. On her third desperate plea, the ghost finally relented into overkill, its tentacles surging back to overstimulate her completely. It sucked her cunt hard, eating her with ravenous force while the vibrator clamped onto her clit, buzzing at full intensity. Helga screamed as the pleasure crashed over her, squirting nonstop in uncontrollable jets that soaked the bed. The ghost gulped down her juices greedily, its tendrils lapping up every drop as it continued without mercy, licking and vibrating even as she thrashed. 'Stop—oh fuck, it's too much, stop!' she wailed, her body convulsing through endless squirts, but the assault didn't cease. It ignored her pleas, tentacles still sucking and eating her swollen pussy, the vibrations pushing her into a haze of pain and ecstasy. Helga's mind broke further, her thoughts dissolving into a blur of overwhelming sensation until exhaustion claimed her, her body going limp as she passed out. But as her eyes fluttered open moments later, the cycle repeated—the ghost's tendrils already licking and vibrating, ready to edge her into more mindbreak, turning her deeper into its relentless slut.