It had been a long, grueling day of classes--worst yet, it had been a muggy day that not only left Persephone tired and sleepy, but sweaty as well. She needed a bath like a fish needed water to survive. Unfortunately for her, the school didn't have any function tubs she could simply let herself soak in, so she had to stand in some shower stall, scrubbing herself pink and clean under the spray of warm water. That meant work for the already exhausted girl who wanted nothing more than to go to bed and wrap herself up in several blankets though it was already over 30 degrees outside.

Persephone was a lovely, innocent sight for the eyes--dressed or undressed. Her skin was milky white, soft as silk and unmarred by any markings whatsoever, besides the henna tatoo she had to redraw onto her cheek every month. She had a slim waist that went out into lovely hips and down to long, slender legs that had seen a lot of work and no excess fat. Her hair was shoulder length, cut straight and dyed pink. And though they were closed as she brought the nozzle of the shower head over her face and down her neck and torso, the water dripping off of her tantalizingly, her eyes were wide and as blue as a clear summer's sky.

Shower done and her skin glowing slightly from the massive scrubbing she gave herself, she wrapped a bathrobe around herself and headed for her single dorm room.

He had been searching for awhile. He had passed over a number of other students lately, since he was finding such a great group to choose from in this dorm building. Tonight he had been looking around, slightly bored, which was usual when he didn't have any with him. He was actually starting to wonder if, perhaps, he should talk to Niceman about taking a few students with him or something.... his thoughts were stopped when he noticed her walking to her room, in only a damp towel. Pink hair, flawless body, and most probably a very good time. He knew she would be his next target.

He waited until she was actually in her room before doing anything. Once the door was closed behind her, however, he would act swiftly. She wouldn't see anything before it was too late, his tentacles already filling the room would only appear once she felt one wrap around her ankle. Then her other ankle. That would be enough distraction to allow him to grasp her wrists as well. With her limbs easily grabbed, he lifted her up into the air, the dozen or two other tentacles in the room now visible to her. Several others would move to support her weight, moving to her back, legs, and arms to make sure she was comfortable. And with just a light tug, he pulled her little towel straight off, leaivng her nude before him.

Good evening. My name is Antipode. What's yours? The voice was not a voice at all, but instead words that came as thoughts into her mind. But they were clearly not her own thoughts, there was no doubt of that.

Seph was rather out of it on her way towards her room, bumping into random things and people because the girl was practically half asleep. A splash of cool water or a blast of cold air conditioning would have woken the girl right up, but the A/C was broken and the student didn't want to be awake anyways. She would even skip her homework to sleep on this perfectly warm night, dreaming of tentacle sex or whatever else her warped mind could think of.

The girl did not notice the tentacles within her room, invisible as they were. She barely felt one wrapped around one of her ankles and blearily looked down to see what her feet had snagged when another tentacle took another ankle. She let out a surprised yelp when she was suddenly boundand held in the air--rather comfortably oddly enough--by several more tentaqcles that she could obviously see. Still somewhat groggy she belatedly registered her towel being taken off of her slender form. She remembered feeling rather glad she had a room to herself, rather modest in front of others despite her perverted ways.

When she heard the voice in her head, she concluded that this was some sort of dream, because there was a tentacle monster holding her, she was naked and it had just talked in her head. She smiled innocently then, her mind accepting this reasoning for the moment.

"Persephone, but I prefer Seph for short," she answered congenially, as if she wasn't facing with imminent rape or sex or whatever was going to happen to her. She thought she was dreaming, after all, and saw no reason to be panicking like most girls did in the tentacle anime she liked to watch.

Antipode held her and gauged her reactions. No screams, no immediate struggles. How interesting. He'd encounted this before, of course. A couple of girls thought at first, especially this late at night, that it was a dream. It was always kind of odd, and more than a little awkward, informing them that, no, it was actually quite real. He'd had an odd time dealing with that, that was defintiely true. Even more strange, he knew by now that some people enjoyed fantasizing about situations much like the one he was putting her into now. Including a surprising number of females. Her response was calm and so, he responded, evidently interested.

Seph it is, then. Named after an ancient legendary figure... interesting. The tentacles continued to seemingly cradle her, keeping her comfortable and distributing her weight nearly evenly, even though she was suspeded on her back in the air. She would begin to feel the tips of several tentacles, however, begin to trace along her perfect flesh, rubbing up and down her back, hips, legs, even stomach. The tendrils touching her were warm, and just slightly damp. Much like the feeling of the evening itself.

So. If I may ask, do you consider this some kind of dream, or are you one of those kinds of girls who rather like the idea of being taken by a... tentacle monster, as you tend to put it? She would feel an emotion entering her mind. It was evidently not her own, one could feel the foreignness of it. However... it was amusement. Curiosity. He was interested and entertained by her responses and it showed. He was also pleased by her body, perfectly fair by the standards of humans. Not that he minded too much either way, but even so.

He decided to move forward a little more, toying with her in an actual sexual way while he spoke to her. Several tentacles approached her from above, and these were quite a bit different than the others. Their undersides looked different, had a different coloration and feel to them. The two tentacles moved to her pert breasts, and began to slowly wrap aroudn them. The different bottom area's differences became perfectly apparent then. They felt rougher, they were wetter. As the tentacles slowly coiled up her breasts, wrapping once, then twice, then again around them, she would feel the strange bumps and fleshy cilia on the surface of these tentacles. Further, she would feel them begin to move, squeezing her breasts lightly. The undersides had an odd musculature that allowed them to tense, feeling almost like hands squeezing and rubbing against the flesh of her orbs. Almost like an odd massage, really.

Well, this was rather surreal, she thought, even for a dream. Never before had a tentacle anything cradled her so gently before in her dreams and actually starting up a conversation (usually, her dreams were a lot more intense with the usual screaming, begging to stop and then for more when she came many times over--no wonder she was a virgin). Either that ice cream she had for dessert had been tainted somehow or this was the most bizarre dream she ever had. Still, a change of pace always did a person good and she would humor this...creature for now.

"Oh, yes...mother was a romantic and thought being stolen away and technically made raped by some handsome stranger was the way to go. Personally, I prefer getting to know someone myself before being screwed into the mattress...But what would I call you?"

The tentacles holding her were rather warm, though somewhat damp as they caressed her skin. Feeling rather bold and thinking nothing would come of it, she nuzzled one of the tentacles near her face in a rather serene manner. She felt she could just fall asleep in those long appendages, but thought it silly to fall asleep in a dream--not to mention it would be very rude of her to go to sleep when there was a guest in her room.

"Nn!" came the little noise at the back of the pink haired girl's throat as two new and oddly pigmented tentacles came round, wrapping themselves languidly around her round breasts. The undersides both tickled and oddly pleased, coaxing a few soft pants as the girl felt these odd tentacles massage her. Strange how it felt like hands were taking hold of her two soft mounds, but chalked it up to being one strange dream. Things got a little weirder as Antipode asked her two peculiar questions.

"Mmm...Honestly? Both," she answered.

Laughter entered her mind. Clearly not hers, clearly coming from Antipode himself. It was funny, after all, and how cuold he not enjoy such an interesting situation? The tentacles continued winding up her breasts, their strange musculature allowing them to almost seem to knead her soft tit-flesh easily. Soon, however, the tips reached her nipples, and rubbed at them for a short while, teasingly tracing against the little nubs for several moments before, oddly enough, opening up. The tips, now open, latched onto her nipples and began to suck lightly, fleshy cilia rubbing against the nipples as she would feel the damp little "mouths" sucking on her, and even begin to tug at them lightly. Accentuating the tugging, the rest of the tentacles wrapped around squeezed harder, pulsing against her, feeling her up far better than any human hands would ever manage.

Very interesting. I must say, though, that I am not a dream. I am very real, and the fact that you have been fighting sleep should be more than enough to tell you the truth of the matter. Yes, you are being taken by... a tentacle monster. Since my enjoyment comes from your pleasure, I hope you... enjoy yourself. Forced or not, though, you shall be living up to your namesake... at least for this evening. I won't whisk you away forever, do not worry. That last bit had a different tone to it, clearly as if he was teasing her a little bit, joking with her. However, the rest was serious, and she was definitely trapped, defintiely awake, and definitely being tentacle raped.

One had to ponder one thing though: Was it still rape when the victim is willing? Many dictionaries give rape the definition of an act willingly done against another unwilling party. Hard to tell with these two currently as, yes, it was somewhat clearly rape on a certain level (Persephone really wasn't aware of what was going on at the time, so she really hadn't given her conscent on the matter), yet on another it really wasn't (Persephone would be one of those crazy girls who would go 'HELL YEAH' while punching a fist into the air in victory when told she was going to be raped by a tentacle monster). Oh, well. Too late going back now.

Seph really was enjoying herself though as the tentacles did their work on her breasts. She blushed red, a by-product of how hot she was starting to feel due to having her ample chest being played with. She squirmed a little, unused to such lovely treatment being performed on her body (not even by herself--somehow, perverted and repressed as she was--she didn't dare). She moaned softly as her nipples were suckled, rubbed and tugged bringing her to a whole new high.

Even as the revelation was given to her, she still remain serene and calm--had to be how warm and inviting the tentacles felt on her skin. Normally she probably would have panicked as many girls before her had, screaming and struggling to get away. One blast of cold would return her to reason, but, as mentioned before, the A/C was broken and the room was hot and muggy, perfect for the slim girl to simply relax. She was worried though...scared as almighty hell, but in a different sort of way.

While girls were frightened of getting killed, arms or legs ripped off, Seph was worried about the pain of having sex--with anything. Whether her first time was with a man, a woman with a dildo or a tentacled monster she knew no amount of fantasizing that it was going to hurt like hell. Even if his enjoyment came from her pleasure, first times always hurt.

She smiled. "Oh, really? Hell yeah!" the girl said with bravado, inwardly frightened for herself. She squirmed a little, loathe to move away from such warmth and pleasure as she had never felt before. He had a good hold on her though, so she wasn't going to get away any time soon. "But do you mind putting me down? Or am I gonna live up to my name in mid-air?" Not to say that he didn't hold her comfortably or expertly, but now that the idea of rape or sex in mid-air with tentacles going in and out of her orifices didn't appeal to her somehow...

He noticed her apprehension, but could tell it wasn't due to the fact that she was in the... tendrils of a tentacle monster. In fact, her reactions seemed to indicate that she would very much enjoy living her fantasies with him helping. She did not struggle or fight against it, and was evidently enjoying the teasing of her breasts. Sexual pleasure evidently beginning within her. He enjoyed the sounds, as well as her general pleasure, and would enjoy it more and more as it increased farther and farther. His tendrils on her breasts would continue toying with her, suckling, pulling, squeezing and groping in a seemingly endless fashion. It seemed her breasts were well taken care of, at least for now. That pleasure wouldn't be decreased.

Hmm. I'm glad you are enthusiastic about it, Seph. That will most likely make it more pleasant for the both of us. Hysterical laughter, that's what she would feel coming frmo him. "Hell, yeah?" Alright then! Though his words sounded as though he had a smirk on his face, his emotions were actually quite a bit more amused than that... and she would feel that amusement, enjoyment of her silly nature. Would you prefer to be on your bed, then? Anyway, to show you my good will I'll let you request things like that, and accomodate your requests as best I can. However... for a moment he paused, and she would feel her body slowly lowered, until, strangely enough, she was laid on her bed. But even though she was lowered there, her arms and legs were still held by tendrils, and her limbs were spread, arms above her head, legs wide, exposing her sex to the open air. Another tendril moved around her waist, holding her there. Oh yes, he was going to be giving her quite an experience, soon enough.

However... you seem hesitant, somehow. Your enjoyment is clear, but.... ahh. Are you a virgin, and afraid of pain coming from your first experience? It was a hunch. The many levels of consciousness that he possessed all worked together and independantly, and though he could not read minds, he could gauge reactions nearly infinitely better than humans. He could tell, if only through a strange intuition. Now she would feel something below, several tendrils moving up her legs. Their undersides were the same as those on her breasts, but they slid slowly up her legs, past her knees and up her thighs. Then they stopped, near her sex, not progressing any farther. The tips traced along the sensitive flesh of her inner thighs, teasing her there even more cruelly than anywhere else. It was if they were gauging the reaction, trying to find the most sensitive spot based on her response. When, a minute or so later, they decided on that spot, the tips opened, and they clamped down, like little mouths, on her flesh. At the same time the rest of the tendrils wrapped around her legs, squeezing and pulsing on her legs just as the two above were doing to her breasts.

Seph tried to make an affirmative, but all she managed was to make a prety little moan come out of her mouth. Biting her lip, she gave him a nod in agreement, mentally thinking that if she went along things wouldn't be so bad, though she had her doubts. Still, it felt much more pleasant being fondled by a tentacle monster than she ever thought possible. And it only seemed like things would get better..won't it?

She shivered at the sound his laughter somehow echoing in her mind and it baffled her as much as the next thing that happened. Antipode actually listened to her and laid her down...sure, he laid her out with legs wide open ( that she tried to shut together in vain as she felt terribly embarrassed to be exposing herself like that--even to such a being like Antipode who had probably seen them all). Her face went bright red with shame, the color spreading rather low all the way to her heaving chest. She tried to cover herself with her arms, but her arms were securely in place above her head. Although a little terrified--what girl wouldn't be no matter her mindset?--she was somehow turned on by this. Seph was no submissive girl by nature; she was stubborn, loud and was aggressive when she wanted to be. But on hot days she tended to be like a kitten who had drunk a whole bowl of warm milk by itself like she was now.

She wriggled her hips, making herself comfortable on the matress at the very least. If she was going to get pain in other places, at least her back would be well cushioned. Maybe it was due to her inexperience or lack of definition between reality and fantasy, but the girl was sincerely worried something would go wrong. No where in the history of everything tentacle had she ever been witness to something like, well, what was currently happening to her right now. The girl yelped as she felt more of those strange appendages work their way onto her thigh and so close to her sex she could taste the heat between her legs. She shivered as they slid around, trying to find her most sensitive spots before clamping down on them as the ones on her breast had for her nipples. Her breaths came in shakily then as she took in the new sensation while trying toshut her legs not being able to take it at first.

"Nn...y-yes....I'm...nnn...mmm....not too fond of pain..."

Forgive me for not freeing your restraints as you seem to desire it seems, but you already know what sort of thing this is. He was responding to her struggles, her attempts to cover up, move her legs back together, all of it, including the struggles from his most recent playing. It seemed it was almost too much sensation for her young body to take. Well, that was too bad... she would be feeling things that were much more powerful soon enough anyway.

No. Humans generally don't like pain. I'll accomodate you as best I can, Persephone, and I can promise you that even if the beginning is less pleasant than you'd like, you'll be unable to think from all the pleasure soon enough. I'll be gentle, at first. Do you have any other requests of me, hmm? She'd feel the tugging on her breasts suddenly increase, grow much harder, pulling, teasing, sucking, even stretching her breasts slightly with all the toying.

More of the strange tendrils, like the four with mouths, came to her then, surrounding her body and tracing along her skin, finding the most sensitive areas of her sides, stomach, even neck and latching on like mouths, sucking and nibbling on her in different sensitive spots lightly, the undersides along her body rubbing and squeezing on her flesh. It was continuing to tease her, stimulating senisitive areas to increase her pleasure. Really, even now her pleasure was wonderful... he wondered just how much there really was, what her limit truly was.

Another tentacle came, not like the the ones sucking on her but just a little smaller, as if it was designed to fit more easily inside of her body. It looked it, for that was precisely what its goal was. It snaked up between her well spread legs, past the tips suckling on her thighs, and found her opening. The tip traced around it, not touching it at first, slowly moving around, flicking around her body, finally reaching her outer lips and, again, tracing lightly around them, slowly spreading her then pulling away, toying and teasing and tickling her lightly. Then the narrow tip moved to her opening and slipped in just the tiniest bit. He wanted to be sure if she was really a virgin, or whether her memory was just erased and her body was already accustomed to the actions, before moving forward and really beginning.

Whether someone or something else had already taken her the girl did not remember and her hymen was still in place. Perhaps it had been reconstructed as her memory had been fixed? Who knew? However the girl was still in possession of her precious maidenhead and she winced when the tentacle slid between her legs and brushed against it, instinctively squirming and trying to move back. Of course, since she was being restrained that was impossible to do and she feared the rendering of her innocent flesh in such a delicate place.

Other tentacles worked tirelessly to distract her from thinking about it, causing her to moan and pant softly as they tugged, massaged and teased her breast, toying with them until her pink nipples were very pert, hard and extra sensitive to touch. She arched a bit into the tentacles holding he there, while others slid around her, exploring her soft body. Her breathing quickened as she was sucked and nibbled on by the straneg undersides of the tentacles holding her captive, pleasuring her gently; an opening act for the main event.

Hmm. Interesting. Was he the first to touch her, or had others used their abilities to redo what they had undone? He had no way of knowing, at least not immediately. However, when he was done, he knew he would not be fixing her body, since, perhaps, it would be better for it to be over with, for the sake of eliminating the fear of that first time. Even if it would be painful at first, soon she would find her body getting used to the event, and her pleasure would at first outweigh the pain, and then replace it completely.

Relax. It may hurt slightly, but it will certainly be better if you relax your body, stop tensing and struggling. I will be careful, so do not fear. My goal is not to cause you pain, after all. That would be... unpleasant for me as well as you. To continue to distract her, his tendrils moved harder, faster, toying with her body more than before, tracing, sucking, kneading, playing with her sensiitve areas. Her taut nipples would be pulled more, and the sensation of not-quite teeth at the hard nubs would increase the amount of pressure against them.

The tendril below, then, started to slowly slip into her. Slowly, carefully moving in. He knew it would hurt either way, but her wet responses would make it easier, and so, the slick, warm tendril finally reached her maidenhead. Prepare yourself, then. He said, warning her a good full moment before pushing forward, breaking through and then, slowly, slipping farther into her tight hole. It was not a particularly large tendril, but even so, her inexperienced body would cling to it tightly. It slipped in slowly, the rest of the tendrils still toying with her pleasantly, attemtping to keep her mind off of any pain.

Persephone tried to relaxed, she really did. And it wasn't that she didn't trust him, but to her a first time was supposed to be special and yet...Well, she supposed this would be special considering who she was having it with. She wondered what cause Antipode would have to want her enjoyment, but forgot about her wonderings momentarily as he started to stimulate her body, harder and faster than before. It was hard not to squirm though and it wasn't because he was prodding her maidenhead, getting ready to push through it. She bit her lip as she stiffled a moan, feeling as if something akin to teeth pressed themselves against her nipples. She felt like electricity were running through the length of her body every time she was 'bit'.

He really shouldn't have warned her. While she had been oblivious to him slipping further and further inside of her, she probably wouldn't have notice him breaking through her maidenhead. Kind of like how you should give a kid a shot when s/he wasn't looking and it'll be over with minimal discomfort. So once she heard his words, all of her attention was diverted from the pleasant torture to her soft flesh down to between her legs. She tensed up, her sides inadvertedly clenching around the tendril. She bit back the small cry of pain she felt, her breathing erratic as she wanted desperately to start sobbing, but she held back.

It would get better...it would only get better, she told herself mentally, chewing on her lip. He meant her no harm, she remembered, but it was hard to think that way with the dull ache deep inside of her where she couldn't soothe it. The other tendrils did an excellent job of pulling her attention away once again, leaving her shivering helplessly in lust.

He was, of course, fairly certain it would get better, and her obvious worry, her obvious displeasure at the pain, he knew, or at least hoped, would dissapear soon. He'd had other virgins, and it didn't take all that very long to fade, so he doubted it'd be any different with her. He realized the flaw in his actions, how she grew more focused on the events when he warned her... it couldn't be helped any longer, it was done and she was feeling it. Then her mind was distracted by his furiously continued touches and teases, her body's pleasure obvious, even in the face of pain.

The tendril within her was fully within her body, and stayed there a few moments, attempting to get her body more used to its presence before moving very much. It started wriggling then, just a little bit, within her body, not yet even pulling out but simply squirming somewhat inside. The wriggling would increase, slowly, the movements growing larger within her tight hole, and then, finally, slowly, it would begin to carefully pull out of her body, slowly, gauging her reaction and whenever she responded with too much pain slowly down or even stopping a moment. Finally, after what seemed like too long even to him, the tendril was nearly out. And so he pushed it slowly back in, taking time and stopping, again, whenever she showed too much pain.

Her body was held still on the bed, tied down by warm tentacles, arms and legs spread wide and held so that they could squirm slightly, but not break free or be able to do much of all, really. Her body was held fast, and he knew if he gave her any leaverage she'd probably pull away, or make it even more painful for herself. The tendril began pulling in and out at a slow but even pace after a few minutes, screwing into her carefully, but a bit less so than before. However, a new tendril approached her body, much like the ones sucking on her nipples but somewhat smaller. It slid up between her legs, and moved up above the tendril inside her body. It began, at first, tracing along the edge of her opening, and moved up above, tracing, until it found her little clit. It began, simply enough, simply flicking at it, rubbing against it, toying with it lightly.

It faded with a little time and Antipode's obvious patience with her. She ventured a guess that she was not his first virgin girl and probably won't be the last. It felt odd though, to have the tendril inside of her. It was like an every day touch and yet not; all she knew that someone was there. Then the wiggling started. A bit of discomfort, but nothing major enough to warrant too much of her attention away from much more pleasing activities. The movement increased and she winced, a small sting hitting her abdomen. But, sure enough, she got used to it as he brushed up against her g-spot as he slowly pulled out of her, then pushed back in. Persephone swore that she had seen stars momentarily and saw them again when he hit his mark.

The girl found that, though sedated as she was and as wary as she was being about the whole thing, she, too, found the pacea bit too slow as she grew accustomed to having the probing tendril inside of her. She moved down a bit, trying to meet it as it went in, speeding things up a little. If he didn't notice that signal, then he was a fool. She squeaked in surprise when another tendril first flicked at her clit. She had tried to close her legs again, but he held her quite firmly in place. She could only lie there on her bed and take it as he flicked and rubbed it, though not enough to really cause her to go over the edge. He was teasing her, showing her what he was capable of doing with those tendrils of his. She moaned low, softly...barely a whispered breath, but it showed she was indeed pleased.