Kite's laughter mixes with strangled moans, her head thrashing back and forth against the dirt as her fight to escape and strike back is joined by a fight for self-control. Her flesh quakes, as instinct old as time derives pleasure from hell itself in order to survive it.

"You take... nothing that has not been taken a thousand thousand times. But none of you will ever touch anything that truly matters!" Kite's hips clench desperately to try to bar his re-entry with each and every thrust. a futile gesture. But what gesture is anything but?

Her manic fighting with her legs continued as he inserts himself into her warm waiting flesh. Her squeezing with her hips only serves to tighten her warm wetness as his cock invades and retreats over and over. The full length slowly pulls back sliding and dragging over her spongey interior while he looks down at her angry form.

She states he will never take anything that matters but he knows her body is important to her as it is to everyone. You claim that my fucking you is taking nothing of consequence? So why even fight my dear, why whip your lovely head all over the ground in denial. If I were to let you free you would not fight me to stop the pleasures I will take from you and force you to experience? His hands explore over her stretched top of her outfit. Hands caressing over the thin soft material, sharp nails just shy of ripping the fabric stretched taught over her mammaries.

So, the burning question is what matters to you, my lovely prey...

Kite snarls hatefully, even while shudderingly struggling to control her breathing, to deny the lusts boiling inside her. "Because what matters IS to fight. To protect. To kill. And you can never take that from me!"

Kite screams in desperate, burning frustration, though in a twisted way she is glad of the demon's taunts, a focal point upon which her rage can descend, a locus of absolute upon which to hold back the traitorous pheremonal tides of her bulging and heaving bosom. "I light a flamethrower rather than curse the darkness! Those who could tear my battle from me chose instead to put it back, I will never shirk the sacrament of the blade!"

Ii might not be able to supress your will to fight permanently, but don't be so sure about stopping your ability to fight. In fact would it torment you to be made more helpless, to be nothing more than fuck-doll? I can surely make that nightmare a reality, and we can work on the permanent side... the demon inquired with a grin after one particularly brutal thrust into her writhing body.

Grabbing her by her ass he pick up her coiled body with his strong arms, monstrous cock still buried deeply inside her core and carries her to the nearest tree. Pressing her back up against it, the tentacles holding her ankles spread down and out. The pulling tendrils pull her legs apart and wrap them slightly backwards around the curvature of the tree. The bark is oddly smooth, but its rough edges still catch at her clothing and rub her bare skin roughly.

Kite screams in pain as she is pinioned against the tree, her muscles, so coiled to lash out, forcibly stretched and robbed of their martial readiness, the pressure against the tree scratching small cuts across her body from the bark, the shift of her body spreading her more open and allowing the monster more deeply into her.

"Two sides," she snarls, "one coin. Two songs, one dance. You will try, and you will fail. The lobotanists tore out everything that they could grasp, and still within me boiled my fury. Blood and Blade am i when nothing else remains. i was born where you threaten to send me, i will claw my way out as many times as it takes!"

So you claim to be able to keep fighting regardless of my efforts. I can feel your sexy legs straining even now to deliver a kick, so how about a wager? You continue to fight without fail and I let you go. If you orgasm hard and give up the fight I take your glorious ass next and you will be my glorious victim for the entire afternoon and evening until I tire of you. Can you use that delightful pain and suffering to hold to your ideals, or are you just another human slut who needs a good reminder that they are no more than my fuck-toy? What do you say?

The demon asks and while hardly waiting for a proper response continues fucking her restrained body against the rough tree. Hardly taking it easy but giving her the ramming no man could match intensity or pace...

He plowed her harder than any human man, driving into her with unnatural strength. But Kite was not some innocent and fragile flower. Grown on semen more than mother's milk, innocence was torn wholly from her breast years before she could know either word.

At this school, dripping from the spoor and ichor of the universe was how she first found companionship, found love, and with those she valued far more than any harm she herself could ever suffer stripped away, forced to herself to become the implement of their condemnation, given the choice to see an end to pain in emptiness, she chose instead to cast herself once more into the crucible, as those who gave her the false choice knew she would.

An insane gibbering laugh boils from Kite's lips. A focus. A victory in potentia. "Not that i am fool enough to expect one of your kind to keep your word, but you have a bet..."

The demon continues to ram into the soft spongey core of the student, loving the luxurious feel of her wet warmth encompassing his shaft. She laughed almost maniacally in the face of her current rape.

The demon shifts his large rear appendage, some might deem to call it a tail, into place over her head against the tree. It was a tail only in the sense the the two foot wide piece extended out of the demon's lower back. It was segmented in structure much like a scorpions tail. Yet, in place of a stinger the strange structure ended in what appeared the lips of a mouth. Some would think it for devouring prey on first glance, but it had an alterior purpose.

The demon smiled knowing she must be aware of the large organ dangling directly above, Oh I certainly keep my word, my kind always does, but I don't always play fair... the demon ended with a groan. While the student may claim to be able to resist (at least on the exterior) the demon had no intention of suppressing the sheer joy he gave to himself as a gift from using her for his debaucherous needs. When the groan subsided, the tail began to pulse and shiver as if it were a flacid hose filling with fluid...

Kite continues to laugh, embracing the bitterness and hate more fully, coiling it around the pain, the bruising of her body, the nicks and tears in her skin. The organ, like any other, draws no fear from her. When one has been abused so many times for so long, the meat holds no more terrors. "Fair? What does fair even mean in this menagerie? It's obvious why they don't have an astronomy program, but surely some ought to have looked up before. You will do your worst... and one day i WILL take my third stripe... and if it's you.. then, you will remember. Then, briefly, you will know regret."

She threatnes the demon with regret. Buried balls deep in her sex, regret is one of the last things crossing the demon's mind and he joins the deranged student in mirth. Slamming upwards into her over and over again the tail bulges slowly towards the base and that increase works its way to the tip. Regrets are for those who fail to strive for what they want. I take what I want, when I want it. Those things I can not immediately have, I work hard to obtain and one day those too shall be mine.

He continues pounding away at her tight sex while her thick shoulders move showing her struggle continuing against the restraining bonds of the tentacles. Her right arm seems to be getting loose. The demon sees no reason to deny the poor student that faint glimmer of hope and does not correct the extra wiggle room. By the time she works her arm free of the coils, her fate would be sealed anyway.

Above her the bulge reaches the tip hanging above her purple crown, and slowly the mouth opens. Your right you know, should some of the students simply look up they may see, wonder, and question what is out of place. Perhaps they might even see the looming wrong, and avoid their fate, yet so few do... The demon gave a quick grunting laugh as he hinted at her own foreshadowed fate.

As the mouth opens the thick, sticky slime begins to extrude from the mouth's gaping hole. Like a blob the honey like goo begins to descend downwards. Its progress a slow deathmarch, moving a couple inches a seconds, leaving half a minute before the aphrodiasiac laden slime would ooze over her head, sealing her fate. His grunt fill the air as he slide in and out of her delightfully tight pussy. Its treasure trove unplundered due to her time in custody of the labs.

Kite wrenches at her body, snarling in frustration. Still, one arm starting to shift is something, even if instinctively she would prefer the left, not that it matters anymore, but ingrained patterns are hard to shake. Her body grinds against the demon's thrusts, a thing over which she has less than no control, but her fury stifles the growth of any real pleasure.

"Fate? To call a horror fate is comfort only for they seeking to justify their unwillingness to fight!" Kite can see the descending slime, but knows not what it is meant to do. Only that she is too well-pinned to avoid it, and one can only fear losing things of value. To see value left in her body ended long before she ever stood upon the island's shores.