A modern, Afro-Japan hybrid narrative informed by the feminist critique, with resonances of Hemingway. Insightful and predictive

One night, merry little Alex was lying in his bed, about to fall asleep when he heard a faint knock. Tap, it went. Tap, tap, tap, three agressive and sinister beckonings. He wondered what that infernal tapping was. He did this aloud, his first mistake. This was seen as an invitation by the knocker. The nature of this guest had not yet been ascertained by its soon-to-be victim. First, a blinding light, then a loud crack as Alex's bedroom window was summarily removed by the Piscotaur. In that moment, our hero caught a glimpse of his attacker. The beast's appearence became forever ingrained in Alex's memory. That slimy, green and purple amalgam that so enticingly peristalted over the remains of the shattered glass. Despite this, it did not become injred, owing to the nature of its steel like skin. The precise number of tentacles can never be calculated, as it is in a constant state of Croissance Spectaculaire. That is, it increases its tentacles at the rate described thusly: n = 2t * pi * hamburger cockness of the evening where hamburger cockness roughly = 2.223 * 1027 Hentais. A rough measure of how the moonlight affects the aggresiveness of the beast. By considering this formula, Alex hoped that by disentangling the superpositioned tentacles, he would be able to free himself, and go on to become the misshaven accountant pedo he always wanted to be. And he can even afford an Xbox. This formula indicates that because the number of tentacles grows at such an extreme rate, the limit of this function as t-> infinity is infinity itself. Thusly, Alex gets raped ad infinitum. The derivative of this function at the points marked penis are zero. This indicates that on these nights, the beast produces a local maxima of tentacle thrust, thus introducing the didactic thrust of our story. Similarly to The Tenant of Wildfell Hall, our narrative entails the brave live, public performance, of oiled, gay sex. This is primarily exhibited by the character of Helen Graham. Poor Gilbert and his now gaping, throbbing, pulsating arsehole. But, I digress. Returning to our original story, it would be prudent to note that Alex is otherwise occupied. Yes, he and his soon-to-be-married amour are Otherwise Quite Envolved. Another name, for this Piscotaur, is l'Amour horrifique d'Alex. Elle est une monster tentacle dans hentai. I am writing this story in the company of Alex's manic pleas for mercy from the monster. His coping mechanism manifests itself in muffled, animalistic screams that he hopes will liberate him from the clutches of patriarchy. Daarna, voel Alex die meeste ongelooflike plesier. Hy growwel and bowwel, soos 'n amper gebreekte gekaffirde wasmasjien. Now, I see that the tentacles could be modeled as a binary tree. Similarly to a computer program, a breadth first traversal is required to find the correct tentacle. Alex refers to this stage of his incipient impregnation as din dins. end of part one. tl;dr MY MALE FRIEND GOT RAPED BY A PRETTY GIRL WITH A HUGE CLIT