After a while, of being pulled and impaled and squeezed, the intensity of her torment eventually died down enough that she could dare open her eyes and focus on something. Medusa was of course, gloating about how deeply pleasurable it all was, while all Konoka could do was quiver in faint embarrassment.

"M-my body...!" Konoka mewled, looking at how distorted she was. She wanted nothing more than to flee and forget from a surface point of view, but she really couldn't deny the carnal pleasure she'd experienced so far. Every inch of that tactile sensation was grinding against her, and the venom was still doing its job in making her body far too pliable to its stretched distortion. And because she'd been bound by Medusa's coils, she still wasn't going anywhere.

"Ummmnnh--" Konoka tried to speak again, but it was then that she felt Medusa changed her strategy and began pulling the cocks out and the tail back in. "Ooooough! M-my ass!" It was very doubtful she'd feel anything like this again in her lifetime, so Medusa was right about that.