There's a slight squeak as the young heiress twists the nob, shower coming to a quick, stuttering stop. Completely naked, but entirely alone, or so she thinks, it's in this moment that the small, delicate student takes a moment, breathes, and reaches for a towel. "Phew..." It'd been hot lately, hotter, in her opinion, then even a healthy person would have found comfortable. Outside heat radiated off the stonework, unwatered plants withered and, even in the scant uniforms of Shokushu Academy, students glistened with sweat.

Thankfully, she'd managed to find excuse enough to stay in. Taking some time off from her studies, 'for her health in the current heat', she'd been able to stay cool with the AC. Doing what homework needed to be done remotely, she'd spent most of the last few days locked away in her room, only leaving briefly here and there for food. Honestly, it'd been fun at first, but after the first couple of days, even a recluse type like Olivia was beginning to bore. Then again, as she sits there, a vein covered, transparent, 'realistic' jelly dildo standing on its suction cup, not but a feet away... killing two birds with one stone, Olivia having just freshly cleaned it, the same time she'd cleaned herself, prepped and ready to go now, at least she was getting plenty of time to 'relax' whilst she was stuck inside.

On her bed, a seperate towel was already laid out and, as she dries her hair, it'd be clear to anyone watching that Olivia was getting herself all set up and ready for some TLC and self care. In this case, self care refers to a ten inch toy that'd fluttered her heart the first time she saw it and, despite everything, she now playfully referred to as 'Benny'. 'Okay, careful now,' she thinks to herself. Narrowly avoiding the frustration that would have been knocking her dildo on the floor, forcing her to clean it all over again, the slender figure of our heiress slowly and carefully reaches over, elbow just barely missing Benny's tip, as she blindly, delicately picks up her mask, and places it back on, restoring her sight. So far so good. Steadying herself on the accessibility bars, she stands, wraps herself in her towel and, not forgetting her companion for this evening, begins to make her way back into her room, leaving her ensuite behind as she once more double checks that the door to her room is locked, and the curtains are very much closed...

(Olivia's private session, or a session with Olivia's privates? Hi everyone. For those who don't know me I'm Olivia, been away for a very long time, but felt the urge to come back and play for a bit. Hope people are cool with it.)

Arblis, Djinn of desire, master of wishes, lord of flame and darkness, born in the very fires of hell itself.....thought it was FAR too hot out. He wasn't bothered by the temperature personally of course, but oppressive rays of the sun were burning away every remnant of the student body's sex drive. He'd watched as one girl was assaulted by a tenctacular monstrosity, and instead of fleeing or calling for help, she tiredly remarked on how nice and cool it's slime was. Another couple he'd been sure were just days away from conusmating their relationship had broken up over frayed tempers and lack of desire to deal with sticky, sweaty, uncomfortable sex.

The Djinn didn't NEED his prey to already feel inclined towards pleasure, but he thought of himself as less of an assailant, and more a facilitator. If the girls ended up wanting to be "facilitated" over and over again....well that just spoke to his level of skill. His current preferred playthings were busy practicing their magical talents, and he didn't especially want to disturb them, he decided to do a circle of the campus to check if any of the girls had managed to reach an appropriate level of sexual frustration, despite the heat.

Sadly, even after checking the most likely locations, like the pool, beach, and a secluded spring not far into the forest, he still failed to sense any students with an appropriate level of sexual tension to draw his notice. Just as he was getting ready to go make use of the Gale sisters after all, he sensed the distinct feel of eager anticipation and naughtiness that he immediately recognized as a student looking forward to an evening of debauchery.

As he flew invisibly towards the source of the sensation, he idly wondered how a student had managed to slip out of class to have a bit of "alone time" in her dorm, but it really wasn't a concern. Any new plaything to corrupt would be a welcome distraction, and he had NO intention of letting this one escape him.

Delicate fingers holding the edge of one curtain, positioning a slight overlap to ensure not even the slightest crack of light would make its way through, it'd be with one final glance over her slender shoulders, that Olivia Nightingale, stepping over to the side of her bed, checks one last time for any potential peepers, before finally letting her towel drop. Skin the colour of milky chocolate, scars across her back hidden by the carpet of silky blonde hair, and passionately purple dyed tips, unaware of the guest soon to make himself welcome, she nonetheless stands there briefly, small, alone, vulnerable.

"There we go." With all the gentleness and care of someone laying down a child, the heiress puts down for now, her pervy toy of choice, one single sheet of tissue the bed made for it atop her bedside chest of drawers, an infinite sense of care and precaution used to see it did not roll off. Largely irrelevant, since she plans to either go it blind, or view other things on her mask, she moves to make one final change to the environment, tender, remarkably uncalloused feet stepping carefully on the soft, fluffy carpet of her room as she steps over to the wall and dims the lights. She doesn't plan on having her eyes anywhere around her but, even for the short walk back to her bed, having the right atmosphere was essential to getting her properly relaxed. And, even though it made no sense, somehow knowing the room was dimly lit instead of harsh, cold and bright... it somehow felt... better.

With a gentle dip, the side of the bed sinks as Olivia takes a seat, hard, chiropractor approved, memory foam mattress taking her weight. Climbing over the sheets, egyptian cotton cool and soothing against her skin, towel dry and coarse on her legs and body beneath the waist, she makes sure to get comfortable first. She'd often have problems with her hair getting beneath her hands or even her own body when she laid down on her back, so with a shuffle of her body and a flip, trying to stay in the mood as much as possible, she gets it fully unfurled, up and over, across the top of her pillow and down the back of her bed. Leaning over to the other side of her bed, to an open laptop, a single press of a button and she sets off playing a soft, melodic, and almost romantic ambient tune... with all the annoying ads removed. And for a minute or two, she just sits there and sighs. Turning her mask off for a second, eyes closed, she simply focuses on her breathing, meditation. Then finally, slowly, she allows her hands to drift, to search, feeling her own body, steadily working them down. Across her breasts, then over her abdomen, though she's gentle and slow at first, her hands actually move quite quickly down to her sex. Long, slender, delicate fingers pressing lightly on soft, sensitive flesh, her longest two, middle and forth, slipping between her swelling lips beginning to stroking up and down, up and down, awakening pearl of her clit soon tingling as she lightly caresses it between her digits.

"Mmm..." A quiet, moanful sigh, hips lifting and rolling ever so slightly as she gently bites her lower lips. 'Yes...' She thinks to herself, worries melting away. '...let's watch that for a bit.' Her remaining hand consulting the keys of her laptop, then a couple of buttons on her mask, she'd soon indulge in a little entertainment, vision of the heiress now replaced entirely by the footage of a young lady's trip to the massage palour, the strong, handsome masseuse eventually offering more than originally paid for...

As Arblis drew closer to the sensation of lust emanating from the dorm building, his burning eyes spotted a flick of movement among one of the windows as curtains were pulled tightly shut by a furtive occupant. Smiling to himself, he drifted forward invisibly, feeling both his own growing anticipation and the eager butterflies of the young woman inside. He easily slipped his wraithlike form past the seals of the window just in time to see the caramel skinned beauty within lowering her towel to reveala gorgeous, petite frame. While not as curvaceous as some of his other conquests her assets seemed perfectly sized to her body. Her tight rear stuck out just the right amount to properly squeeze, and as she turned to give him a profile view he got a delightful sight of her perky nipples poking out of soft but firm breasts.

He nearly assaulted her right there, until he noticed the impressively sized toy she gently lay next to the bed and thought better of it. This girl clearly intended to warm herself up for him, and he wasn't one to say no to a show with his meal. He drifted more fully into the room as she got herself situated, wondering idly about the purpose of the strange mask she wore. She seemed to be moving too deftly through the room for it to be a blindfold, but he supposed the white mask did add a sort of sexy mystique and he would be the last being to disapprove of an odd kink or two.

As she lay still briefly after turning on appropriate mood music he took a perverse delight in allowing his gaze to travel along her form, lingering on how her chest rose and fell with each breath and the pleasant things that movement did to her perky tits. It seemed the young woman was finished with her preparations as she also decided to give her breasts some much deserved attention, fingers roaming over supple skin, tracing lines of sensation over her body which he could feel in the torrents of lust radiating off the lovely creature before him. Before long her fingers found their true goal, pressing firmly against her waiting sex and revealing the wetness that had been building there throughout her preparations. Soft needy moans began to fill the room as the caramel skinned woman pleasured herself, clearly well familiar with her body's needs and working to meet them expertly. Before long, she tapped on her laptop and a new set of moans joined her own, as she decided to add a trashy porno to the mix. Arblis viewed the films with a professional disdain as a Djinn of desire, as if cameras and actors could ever capture the passion and lust of two real bodies entwining, giving, taking, submitting, DOMINATING. It was like trying to eat a mirage.

Despite his distaste, Arblis did notice something interesting as the still unnamed girl pressed buttons on her computer. Lights began flashing on her white mask, and the display went black while sound still filled the room. It seemed the face covering was more than some kink, but maybe a virtual reality system of some kind. While he was always interested in anything that could interface with his target's mind, as it nearly always led to some weak point in their mental defenses, he decided to wait and let the girl enjoy herself a bit longer as her fingers grew more serious in their attentions.

Unaware of her current situation, of the hungry guest now sitting, waiting, watching, our young heiress continues, fingers dancing as her once private tribulations now provide for him a glorious, personal spectacle. Eager for this pleasure, Olivia long awaiting the chance to simply 'take time for herself', it doesn't take long for her to become ready. One knee lifting, form twisting ever so slightly to one side, it's with no conscious effort, simply allowing her body to do as it pleases, that she soon begins to ruffle and bunch the bed sheets beneath her, sole of her feet rubbing back and forth across the cotton. Against her own fingers, her hips begin to gently buck, while above, her remaining hand returns to her breast, palm following and slowly rubbing across the gentle curve beneath her bosom.

The firmness and perfect roundness as one flows up and around towards her peaks, places her just short of having that folded overhang where heat and sweat builds in others, especially in this weather. Pressing her hand inward against the softness of her one mound, gently squeezing it, she feels the heat build inside her chest as she slowly makes her way up to her teats, two perfect, lightly upturned points, now swollen and sensitive, invoking a small hum of delight amidst her moans as she playfully circles, then spirals, continuing to make those little 'o's as she rubs them back in before releasing, fingers now pinching and lightly tugging. "Fuck..." Barely a whisper, an uncommon use of such language escaping her high born mouth amidst a gasping breathe. A single finger sliding inside, turning almost to her side, hunching over slightly, as she tries her best to reach that G-spot...

"That's it..." In many ways, by this point, her attention had all but left the porn playing in front of her, despite the actual direct, fucking link to her brain's visual cortex. She'd put the volume on low, but apparently not that low, since others in the room could hear it. Having a young lady gently, slowly, patiently massaged and then worked to a fever before Olivia's eyes, it was like the music, calm, quiet, relaxing. Bit by bit however, Olivia's fingers began to move with a roughness, whole of her hand grasping and squeezing her breast as she pinches and stretches her teat to its limit. It'd be a slow build up, but she was clearly losing herself more and more to the lust...

But then, for the first time, a hint of impatience, her fingers leave her breast and briefly tap a button on her mask, skipping the video forward, first to smooth, sensual rubbing of the actress's cunt, then forward to a bit more of a full blown finger bang. From there, she zones in on the moment of wailing and squirting, then forward to her using her mouth, then again to missionary fucking but... urgh... Olivia's movements and feverous scratching of that itch slows ever so slightly. She'd allow the video to get to the last five minutes or so, watching it come to a relatively dull and boring conclusion. It wasn't the first time Olivia had done this, her own imagination being the real star of the show, taking over to provide a more interesting visual. Honestly, they could do so much more with this, but part of the problem was, Olivia's supply of adult entertainment... it was just too tame, and often if not always, it'd inevitably fall to mediocrity, following the same formula.

After smashing her pussy with his fingers, he should have climbed on top, held her face down in the massage table's hole and fucked her ass into the table... then, trapping her head in place with a thick leather strap, he could have called in a few mates to start a proper train, boys coming with a few more straps and bondage pieces of their own... The images filled Olivia's mind, heiress finally putting herself in the place of this actress. A dental gag? Beads? Despite her outward appearance of prim and proper elegance, the young Miss Nightingale couldn't help but secretly have for herself a much darker side, with far more salacious desires. A final click and she turns the mask off, leaving her in total, utter blind darkness. She reaches her hand out... Yes, despite the fact she'd been lubed up, ready to go for the last five minutes or so, she'd only now get her thoughts turned to Benny, and the almost physical memory of having such a rough, vein covered thing sliding into her body. There was no rush, she'd take her time and, perhaps in an unexpected twist, before giving her pussy a go, she'd make sure to give Benny a proper warm up with her other lips.

"Mmm..." A long sensuous lick up Benny's length, such a display, you could almost think she knew already of her current guest. Deliciously soft and vibrantly pink tongue and lips getting to work, she'd showcase an unexpected level of talent, fingers still twitching down below as bit by bit, slowly, she gets to work consuming her toy. "Uhk." A whole, fully body twitch of her body as she finally gets her middle digit on the edge of her G-spot, length of the entire toy now slid all the way down her throat, a visible bulge on the front of her neck there for anyone to see were they watching. 'God.' She thought to herself. Why was it now that she'd have such a desire to feel such a fullness in all her holes? Was there a magic to this place? Slowly, steadily, she'd begin to pull the toy out. One thing was for certain, either something in the air, or something about the nature of the monsters that occupied this place, it didn't usually take long for the students in this place to lose their gag reflex. With a small flick, there'd be another tiny twitch across her form as she felt the slight splatter of her own saliva on her boiling, almost steaming skin. 'Oh... but what did it matter now?' Olivia's thoughts turning back to the task at hand. Trailing across her smooth, caramel flesh, leaving little threads of spit, she'd let herself feel the tip of Benny as it trails across, over her collar, down between her breasts, to her navel and beyond. She'd have all the time in the world, and she'd not let a thing in the world stop her now as she sated this hunger.

Arblis watched transfixed as the blonde bombshell did her best to tend to her body's unsatiable lust. Watching her legs squirm and hips buck instinctually made it obvious that despite the best efforts of her fingers, she was struggling to quite scratch the itch in the way her body so badly craved. He nearly swarmed down to give his assistance and put her body to his own use, but as she abandoned playing with her firm breasts to fiddle with her face covering, the Djinn's curiosity got the better of him. What sort of fantasies did the young woman get off to when lying alone on her bed? Which secret kinks did she secretly hold, known only to herself and her preferred DvD video store (The girls don't have access to the internet, right?)

A tendril of black smoke drifted down to caress the heiress' face, pressing against and into her skin as Arblis connected himself to the her inner thoughts and desires. He didn't delve fully into her mind, choosing to enjoy the physical show she was giving, but he was able to peer through a window into the fantasies she was playing out as her sweet moans filled the room.

He was a bit disappointed to see she was engulfed in one of the more cliché porn scenarios. A wealthy woman, paying for attention from a well built male until she gives into her desire for him and lets him pleasure her. The actor was at least passably skilled, but from Arblis' perspective, the whole scene lacked any of the real passion of love making or the animal lust of a proper fling. It seemed the girl agreed, skipping through long sections of the video to highly just the points of interest. He had thought for a moment that her finger's hurried movements as she watched might bring her release, but they soon slowed as she neared the end of the scene, with the heroine's ass and back being covered with seed, rather than properly filled. Arblis could feel the frustration radiating from his prey, even without his connection to her mind, as she begged the actor to go further, to be rougher, to ignore the woman's protests and simply TAKE her. Her imagination filled in where the video lacked, offering the dark voyeur a MUCH more interesting take on the scene.

In Olivia's mind she had replaced the actress, face down on the table and unable to see, as the man claimed her body as his own. She bucked and moaned beneath him, struggling less to actually escape, but to make the man prove his complete dominance over body. His rigid cock speared down into her ass again and again as she was entirely helpless against the pleasure forced on her. At this point, Arblis was more than happy to lend the girl's mind a hand, allowing a pulse of magic to run into her body and provide a faint phantom echo of the sensations her imagined body experienced. He could see how her hips bucked more fervently against her hand and the sound of slick wetness increased as her pictured captor unleashed himself within her rear, before turning his attention to properly securing her for more fun. Arblis was pleasantly surprised by the prim looking girl's levels of corruption and was happy to provide a few points of inspiration. Leather straps held her down, her sensitive breasts pressed against the cushioned table, as her arms were bound tightly behind her back. Her legs were free to kick and flail against her capture, until the moment when unseen impossibly strong hands reached out to easily snare her ankles. Her legs were held wide open, a thin line of cum from her first partner dripped from her gaping ass, along the pink folds of her eager cunt, and starting to pool on the table at her hips.

The next cock to claim her must have been from a giant, seeming to fill her dream self's entire body in a single thrust. Arblis could hear her scream in both her mind and the the real world as she was spread far wider than her physical form could ever hope to accommodate. Her hips were raised up by her hulking assailant to provide more room as he swung his hips back, then forward again, forcing an elephantine member deeper and deeper into her tight depths. As she screamed, a metal device shoved its way into her mouth, holding her jaw open and rubbing painfully against her lips. Her cries and moans were soon cut off as another phallic object, whether cock, dildo, or tentacle was impossible to tell with her face pressed into the cushion, shoved past her wide mouth to lodge deep within her throat. Spittle covered the hot, hard intruder as it ruthlessly throat fucked her while her pussy was occupied by the gargantuan invader. Her remaining hole wasn't give a chance for rest either, despite its recent use. In the sea of sensation she would feel the unmistakable buzz of a toy being pressed against her back door, which was soon revealed to be a set of large beads. Her imagined captors pressed inch after inch of the cold metal balls into her tight rear, the cum filling her providing enough lubricant to allow them to slide in with just the right amount of discomfort until she felt full to bursting. Once they were in, there was only the ceaseless pounding of the monster between her legs and the feel of her throat being constantly stretched by another unseen invader.

Arblis realized he'd gotten caught up in the fantasy for a moment, and was surprised to see the girl's tongue lavishing the thick rubber cock she'd laid out. He got a FANTASTIC view as she placed the tip of the toy against her lips and slowly pressed, opening her jaw wide to allow each new inch of her rubber companion to slide down her throat. He could see how her body shuddered with eagerness as replicated her dark fantasy, fingers finding the most delectably sensitive points within her hot folds. Once her bulging throat had done its work, she pulled the length free and let the dripping saliva trail along her gorgeous body, until it was poised at her lower lips, only waiting for her fingers to clear the way before she could feel that delicious fullness.

Perhaps it was the heat, her recent experiences on the island, or maybe some crazy sort of feedback from her visual implant, but Olivia could almost feel the pleasure and penetration of the men in her fantasy. Insides twitching and aching, puckered star of her impossibly tight backdoor clenching and unclenching, it'd almost be as much the physical memory of past experiences as it was the subtle invasion of her assailant inside her mind. Indeed, had any of these sensations come to her unknown, virgin, never before experienced, it might have given her cause for alarm. Instead, much like the deeply ingrained memory of how she'd first felt the many veins of Benny tickling her insides, the fantasy would make heavy use of Olivia's prior experiences, things she'd felt, things that'd happened to her. And perhaps she was feeling feint, or somehow dozing off here, because she could never before recall imagining such sensations so vividly.

Mimicking the position and sensation falling upon Olivia in her dream, she presses in and smooshes the fullness of both her breasts with forearm and palm, forcing herself to feel, with a hug, what it'd be like to be grind face down on the table like that, enjoying as well the added bonus of her own soft hand groping her tit. At most she'd notice a new warmth at points on her head and neck, but even as the enormous, storm like entity looms over her, she'd continue nonetheless, seemingly unaware. Even the warm, fog like sensation creeping into her brain goes by unimpeded, feedback and amplification of her own lust quickly too much for her to resist, too much to stop and fight, and absolutely too much for her to think straight. Tip of her mostly transparent, stiff jelly toy slipping down past the bottom of her soft smooth abdomen, hand that'd teased her sex now taking charge of Benny, with everything that she was feeling right now, the way this creature was feeding her own lust into her, could she actually stop herself right now, even if she wanted to?

Whatever the answer was, it'd be clear that Olivia had no intention to stop. If an intrusive knock on the door had come, or someone had rung her phone, maybe... However, it'd be with great care that Olivia had chosen this time and, with no interruptions expected, she'd make sure to give her pussy one final, caressing stroke with Benny, warmth of her own spit soon rubbing and mixing against her cunt as juices continued to soak into the towel, Olivia soon lining Benny up… "Uohhh." With a genuine, full arch of her body, the very top of her towel, stuck to her by sweat, clings briefly to her lower back before flopping back down, bunching uncomfortably in a pile other than flat. Of course, sensation of that faux cock sliding in, veins stroking across her insides, a flurry of vibrating sensation that made every surrounding muscle flutter and twitch... As her toes curl, clenching the cotton of her bed sheets, it'd be clear the slight lump of bunched up towel would be the least of her concerns.

"Ah... oh..." For a second or two, she'd not stopped to take even a single breathe, wild pants eventually coming in as the heiress revels in the bliss and infinite reward that’d be the pay off of her gamble. Slipping the whole thing inside of her, all at once, between the heat and her own preparations, it'd be clear at least now (not before) that she'd done enough to prepare her body for it and, not a single twinge of pain or complaint of stretching or pressure, she'd instead have herself the relief and unbelievable pleasure. "Yes..." Despite her blindness, she'd nonetheless find herself 'looking' down across her form, Benny not moved for now beyond the initial invasion. How could it be that she'd not done this sooner? Sure the current heatwave had killed the mood most other days, but to have denied herself this... Around the hard, unmoving form of this dildo, she'd feel her insides quiver and clench. Even without moving it, she'd feel the presence of it, the fullness and yet...

Despite having driven it all the way in, up to the very base and its somewhat unsatisfying suction cup, there'd still be something here, not enough. Like the vanishing gag reflex, there'd be another change. An augmentation? Perhaps even mutation? That frequented the girls of this school. Before coming here, the act of bottoming out, driving a cock or toy too deep, it'd stung, it'd hurt. Like putting your teeth to a recently struck metal pole, but for your insides, hitting the deepest part of the female form, the cervix, it'd be nothing but a hindrance. Now however, since she'd gotten here and experienced her first monster encounter... pain had turned to pleasure. The entrance to her womb, and it was now an entrance, a hole that'd stretch and accommodate, it'd become a new target for unmatchable bliss and... "Fuck..." Slowly and carefully, Olivia would start to slip the ten inch toy out of her before driving it back in, air filling with the wet sloshing and muddy squelching, just as it'd done the first time. "Fuck... god..." Bit by bit, she'd begin to build it up, steadily fucking herself with this toy. However, even as she turned to her side, curling fetal, repositioning her hand to continue driving it in and out from behind... it felt good, it felt amazing. Continuing like this, teeth gently biting the knuckle of her first index finger, given time she'd surely make herself cum. And yet, try as she might, because of this island, because of the beasts that walked upon it, even Benny wasn't enough. With every thrust, he'd hit the doors, nudge them open a little, but it wasn't the same. "Please... urgh... more..." Even as she drenched the towel and surely enough the sheets beneath, there'd be that one itch, in the very depths of her womb, she could not reach. Fuck... if only this island had a store, something that could provide an even bigger toy. "It's not enough... Fuck! Why?"

The burning pits of fire that were Arblis' eyes stared greedily as Olivia's whole body tensed against the tip of her toy. With an intake of breath, he watched as bit by bit she pressed and the phallic rubber disappeared into her sopping wet folds. Finally she took another breath, her lovely breasts heaving delightfully with her panting as the prosthetic cock reached its limit. She only paused for a moment before beginning to fuck herself in earnest, sliding the veined length in and out of her core, rubbing her inner walls against the thick rubber, willing the wonderful girth to reach that hidden spot within her that her fingers would never be able to reach. Even as she rolled onto her side, repositioning to try to get a better angle, Arblis smiled and sent another pulse of magic into her mind, seeking out the dark skinned beauty's pleasure centers to learn what made her tick. He noted how her fingers played with her breasts, focusing more on digging into the soft flesh than the hard buds at their tips. He felt the tiny bundle of nerves within her tight passage that felt SO good when her fingers or the toy rubbed against them. And he discovered the hidden switch Olivia could never hit herself, the emptiness her body felt when she didn't have a cock pressed into the deepest depths of her womb. This was not the girl's first experience with guests it seemed, and her past partners had taught her well. Even if she didn't fully realize it, her body CRAVED the feel of a monstrous cock filling her to her limit, and no piece of rubber could ever be a true substitute.

As if on cue, she managed to sneak in a few words between the moans


Those few syllables were all the permission Arblis needed. He shifted from his invisible cloud of gas to a roiling body of black smoke, which he solidified into a hulking male form. He was easily seven feet tall, with a broad chest, arms like telephone poles, and only the sulfurous pits of his eyes and mouth as facial features. Between his legs hung a truly gargantuan cock, at least three inches longer than Benny, and half again as thick, even the gifts of the island might be put to the test by that monster.

Once he was fully solid, the Djinn spoke in a booming voice of command and authority. "SO YOU HAVE WISHED FOR, AND SO HAVE I COME!" The dorm room reverberated with his words, inevitably startling the entirely engrossed young woman. He took the moment of shock to easily wrap her wrists in tendrils of dark smoke, wispy at first, the hardening like iron bands. "You ask why your body craves more? Because it is a toy, a pathetic plaything who's only purpose is to reveal how you crave to be truly filled. I am Arblis, Djinn of desire, and I have come to offer your body what it lusts for."

The tendrils easily dragged her wrists above her head, while two more sought out her legs, starting at the knees and coiling around the soft skin of her calves until they reached her feet, then firmly pulling to roll her into her back, legs spread wide. He leaned down and pressed a single thick finger against the already soaked entrance of her slit, before raising it up to her mouth and pressing the wet digit against her lips. "There is no doubt what your body wants, but I would like to hear it from your own lips. Tell me your wish girl, and I'll give you everything you could ask for and SO much more. Refuse, or worse still, lie to yourself, and I will keep you on the agonizing edge of need until your mind turns to mush."

The sensation, the lust, slowly pulling Benny out she feels each individual vein and, plunging back in, her whole body shudders and sighs as she instinctively forces the squeal she wanted, neigh needed to produce, relatively quiet. Growing up in an old house, thin walls and no locks on her bedroom door, she'd learned to not make too much noise. However, as she presses this device of lust further, the boundaries of personal restraint begin to crumble. Eyes closed, deprived of sight, in her blindness she's forced to focus her other senses. She's forced to keep her attention on her insides, the warmth in her chest, the quivering of her sex. She could feel it all so intensely, and even before the booming voice of this Djin makes itself known, she should have responded to the weight of him, the tilting, the sinking, a clear sagging of her memory foam mattress so blatantly apparent as his form becomes solid.

"Wh-what?" Yet, only as his voice calls out, only as she hears it shaking the walls and the world around her, does she stop dead in her tracks, tensing from head to toe. The mind finally registers. Yes, she'd felt something big and heavy on the bed. Yes, she'd felt someone or something closing upon her. Unable to see, she nonetheless feels something closing around her wrists. Startled and shocked, it'd all happen far too quickly for her to properly respond, initial instincts and impulses only aiding the worse outcome.

'What is this?' Even as she feels the pressure of his smoky tendrils taking hold, she unintentionally moves in perfect sync to his wishes. Rolling onto her back, lifting her hand upward, it's actually in her own attempt to press a button on her mask, turning it back on, that she admittedly finds herself moving with ease, but only, she’d find to her new position of bondage, the strong pull on her wrist taking hold just before she's able to do as she wishes. All unexpected, all happening too fast for her to really think straight, though in some respects she should have realised what was happening as her other arm is wrenched upward too, firm, delicious breasts rising back into place, stripped of their cover as the delightfully naked Olivia is pulled open and bare.

No it-it couldn’t be. Falling prey to another creature, another monster of this island, would she find herself taken once more? No. No, it wasn’t fair. Please, she’d tried everything, she’d been so good. Staying safe, staying indoors, going out, running, fighting… Every way she could think of to avoid them, she’d tried. She’d tried, and now… Now she’d simply try to take care of herself, and even that is enough to summon one of them. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t stand it. She wanted it, needed it. Yet the island… the island doesn’t allow it. She just wants to cum, cum once and not have it be at the hand of one of these monsters.

“No.” She squirms in its grasp, body trying to twist, knees pushing towards one another. She was only human, but even more so than most, she had her needs, her lust. “No, please. Please, I need it.” Even as she says it aloud, unable to help herself, she finds herself shocked by the sound. The fact that she’s saying something like that, the fact that those words would ever leave her lips. In a moment of realisation and self reflection, as if observing from the outside, she’d hear herself, she’d actually hear herself and what she sounded like. Is that really what she’d become? Surprised, shocked, almost certainly panicked, as the creature took hold of her, she’d only partially registered and taken in his words. However… was it true? Had she really become just a toy, a plaything for the creatures of this island?

Moving by itself, no hand left to hold him in, she’d feel the lingering tickle as her toy began to slip away, flopping out onto the bed sheets and towel. With a whimper, she’d almost find herself calling to her ‘friend’ Benny, so cruelly abandoning her in this moment. In the end, that toy had been the only hope she’d had, the only chance of satisfying her lust in a way that wasn’t so deeply corrupting. She knew, she knew that even her body had changed because of this place. Not only were they fucking her, not only were they filling her with cum day after day, only source of climax allowed to her now apparently the monsters of this island, try as she might, she’d be unable to deny the bliss, the explosion, the sheer intensity and mind blowing experience that was climaxing over and over at their hands. Even with Benny, even with all her skill, a part of her deep down knew she’d never experience anything so hot, so hard, so raw and intense as the sensations they forced her to experience. Bit by bit, it’d drive her mad, until she knew maybe, maybe one day she’d find herself wanting it, craving it, satisfaction of lust and desire no longer possible by any other means.

Sight still stolen, body rolled back, despite her initial, instinctual protests, she finds herself flinching with a small, blissful squeak as something, she assumes a finger, presses lightly upon her sex. “Ah.” After the initial shudder, and gasp, she’d open her mouth to protest. However, before she can, she feels a finger on her lips, taste, flavour and wetness upon it clearly her own. “Nn...” Despite herself, she can’t help but feel her heart flutter, a strong, submissive urge surging through her system as she dips her chin, cheeks flushing a vibrant pink. “You…” She stutters, trying to find her voice in this moment. Her mind races, the options laid out before her. She couldn't do it... could she? Her body heaves with heat, breast rising and falling as she breathes deep, body already trembling with desire. It'd be right there, at the tip of her tongue and the tip of her mind. She knew a part of her wanted it. She knew a part of her couldn't resist. However, what would she become? What helpless creature of depravity would she be if she surrendered? "You... you can't." Even as she says it, she knows... she knows these words of hers are going to be a mistake. "P-please let me go."

Olivia's confusion at being suddenly captured was of course expected. It always took the prey a moment to reorient after their situation was revealed. The fact that she seemed to grasp what was happening so quickly told Arblis a great deal about her experiences on the island. This girl knew how things worked here, that she was little more than a walking set of wet holes for any monster interested in claiming her, and that no amount of fighting, hiding, running, or begging would change the fact that she was completely at the mercy of these inhuman beings.

And yet she decided to defy him. Arvlis could feel the conflict in the blonde girl's mind, how badly her body needed what he offered, that she would give in in the end, and how dire the consequences were likely to be. Still, she chose to ask for freedom, over what her body actually wanted.

The Djinn sighed with an unseen expression of disappointment. "I had thought perhaps you would see the wisdom of accepting the inevitable, but very well. I will correct your foolish reservation and show you the joy to be had in being taken, though I suspect you have already had several lessons on the topic. Maybe this time you will learn to stop denying what you clearly desire."

The Djinn's magic pressed against her mind again, finding the locus of emotions, sensation and instincts responsible for allowing his new toy to climax and wrapping it tightly in his dark power. Until he released his will, try as she might, the dark skinned beauty would never find release, only coming close and closer to that sweet momentary oblivion without ever being able to cross that line.

As he pressed his power against her mind, his body pressed itself against hers. One hand caught her cheeks in a tight grip, as his burning face leaned over hers until his lips found hers. Despite the flames his mouth l did not singe her flesh, instead being unusually hot as a tongue of living flame pressed past her lips to drag her into a deep kiss. He could feel her breath catch and held the kiss longer than he might have otherwise, reveling in the thought of stealing the very breath from her lungs, even as he took everything else her body had to give.

His other hand drifted south to her still soaked sex, well prepared for him by her own attentions. Two thick fingers, easily twice the width of her own, pressed into the hot flesh of her passage, reaching towards the wonderful spot he'd identified earlier that drove the cute girl crazy. He could feel the fear and shame pouring off her as she felt his touch, but also the spike of lust as she felt his touch against hot inner walls. As his tongue dueled with hers in the kiss, his dexterous fingers curled and pressed deeper, aimed with pinpoint precision, only to pull back, then drive forward again.

Within her mind, he could feel how her fully primed body would be nearing the brink of climax after the first minute if his attentions, but sadly for Olivia, she'd need to play by his rules if she wanted that much needed release.

She knew well enough her pleads would mean nothing, denial as pointless as any cry for mercy or help. It'd only been three or four times now for Olivia, that she'd found herself grabbed by some monster, heiress still relatively new to this island. However she suspected, on some level at least, that she'd never get fully used to this... or so she hoped at least. Much like her physical response, body now pulling and squirming in some futile attempt to get herself free, saying no, resisting, not letting herself fall to the lust, it'd be a strong reactive impulse, hard to stiffle. One leg, then the next, trying to pry herself free of his grasp, her body does move just a little, twisting slightly side to side. One way or another though, she knew eventually she'd have to force herself to relax, to give in, surrender. It was just so hard...

No sensation, no warning, no clue letting her know, there'd be no feeling the presence of his touch in her mind. Instead, she'd feel the heat and presence of him across her body as he physically pressed in, flesh meeting body along the insides of her thighs, her stomach, and her chest. She'd stop moving, stop struggling for now at least. Though, as she lay their stuck, vulnerable, she'd find herself unable to release, unable to relax and loosen those tightening muscles and grip. A rapid pounding in her chest as her heart beats faster and faster. For a moment, she'd freeze, shock and terror holding her in place. Then, just as he's about to reach her face, she still cannot see, luck, timing, and intuition the only factors in play here, there comes motion, thrashing, head shaking almost violently side to side before he holds her in place, Olivia able to feel at least the presence of him looming over before...

Heat just short of painful, like making out with someone who'd just downed a hot swig of coffee, Olivia would feel the tongue and lips of this beast, one searing protrusion forcing its way down passed pursed lips as he sought to passionately claim her. "N-Ulhh." A wet, drowned, and ultimately muffled cry of shock and protest, as if, just too late, she'd thought to give one final howl of 'No' before finding herself silenced. At first her jaw would tense. A slight squeezing of her cheeks would be needed to stop her from biting down. However, as the lust still burned through her body, alien (in the sense of foreign and unknown) tongue now waltzing and dancing around her own, she couldn't help but let a little bit of her power and control slip, breathe soon taken by this creature as she inadvertently startd to gasp and gape.

Here and there, little, subtle changes; her body twitches, her hips squirm. As if longing for attention, her body pushes her breasts out forward, towards him, just an inch or so, none of it consious, none of it on purpose. Across her navel, then down through the slightly prickly strip of carefully trimmed hair she had down there, she'd feel the touch of this creature trailing down, down until... Mask still covering the top half of her face. It's difficult to see the changes to her expression. Of course, there's that initial jolt, body flinching as if in surprise. Her thighs shudder, and her form twists ever so slightly to the side. It takes a few repeats before she's able to take it properly. However, once she's settled and adjusted, once her body fully understands, accepting the sensations, how she's being touched, where she's being touched, the caressing curl of his digits, like turning the gear on a machine or pulling a rope on a pulley, it steadily moves her body, hips rising and falling, rolling on command.

Before long, he'd feel her head try to shake gently side to side followed quick by a bid to turn it all skyward. Initial denial, followed by a turn towards a perceived heavenly direction, a common reaction among mortals in the face of bliss, and a microcosm reflection of what had to happen here on a larger scale. Feeling him move within her, fingers certainly larger and longer then hers or any others, though the ride seemed smooth for now, not quite the frantic thrash that'd put the squealing actress to climax, but nor a slow, gentle tease that might otherwise bore, blissful as this touch was Olivia couldn't help but anticipate that, at any moment, it might sudden stop. Afterall, he'd threatened to keep her on edge and, the longer this went on, the more she'd find herself consumed by the need for him to continue, and the fear that he would not. And yet...

More and more, she'd feel the heat, the bliss, the pressure within her building. With every passing second she'd expect it to break, for her body to flood, a warm melt flowing through her as the mind goes blank. She could feel it, so close. She couldn't understand. Yes, sometimes it took a minute. Sometimes she'd feel it close, and yet it would not come. And in those times it'd usually be just a brief delay, the bigger, more powerful climaxes taking longer to build than anticipated. Yet, given just a little longer than that, finally she'd start to notice something wrong. Desperate, her hips begin to buck towards him. Like someone suffocating, she'd start to thrash as relief failed to come. And, as his lips and tongue stayed, locked on hers for yet another embrace, a strange mix of fear and excitement comes over her. He'd done something. He'd done something and the frightful threat he'd made at the start was seeing no lie to it now as she, in this moment, had one other question. Kissing her, stopping her from speaking, would he even allow her to speak, to beg, to try and change the fate promised?

Arblis loved the feel of a young woman's body pressed against his coal black skin, how it writhed beneath his touch, and revealed SO much of her mind by the tiniest movement.

First came the denial, the frantic thrashing, the instinctual prey response of being at the mercy of a predator. His blonde target pulled and twisted against his grasp, breath growing quick as she bent every ounce of strength in her fragile frame to breaking free of his grip and found it laughably wanting. Then rationality returned, hoping against hope that an examination of her confinement would provide a solution where raw adrenaline could not. Again, the heiress' efforts were fruitless as she tested each of the coils wrapped around her limbs, searching for a weak point or leverage, but only finding tentacles stronger than iron locking her in place.

He knew next would be bargaining, a hope however small, that persuasion might succeed where strength and cleverness failed. Unfortunately for Olivia, she'd already thrown away her speaking privileges by denying the Djinn's offer, and now would be forced to face the consequences.

He lips stayed locked with hers for what could have been an eternity, as his blazing tongue explored her mouth, filling her with his flames of desire. He could feel her body relaxing, giving into its primal desires, and desperate yearning. Her chest pressed up against his where he pressed his weight down against her, hard nipples rubbing pleasantly against hot flesh. She tried to shake her head, to deny how badly she wanted what he offered, even as his thick fingers explored her inner depths, covering the towel with even more of her wetness. Soon enough those weak rejections turned to moans of need against his mouth, inaudible pleas for the release she so desperately needed.

Unfortunately for the pretty blonde, Arblis had other plans. His dexterous digits only sped up their ministrations, using the ever building pleasure radiating from the heiress to guide their movements. They plunged deep into her needy cunt, effortlessly finding that itch she needed to work so hard to scratch, then dragged along her inner walls as they pulled back, only to perfectly target another point of pleasure on their next assault. All the while he kept an iron grip on the ball of sensations in Olivia's mind, refusing her ever building release.

He could sense desperation growing in her mind as she realized he meant to make good on his word, her body's renewed thrashing a testament to her need. He let her struggle for several moments, making it clear he only relented in his own time, before finally breaking the kiss and allowing the masked beauty a chance to plead her case.

Even then he was not merciful, letting the hand that had restained her jaw drift downwards, along her neck and collar, over her chest, to settle on the soft mound of a perfect breast. His fingers pressed into the hot flesh as he took a firm hold of the lovely orb, molesting her relentlessly as his hand never stopped its work within her sex.

"I warned you of the consequences of lies girl. I was ready to fulfill every one of your desires, a gift women through the centuries have fought, bartered and begged for. Now I find myself inclined to punish you for your insolence."

The fingers digging into her tit relaxed for a moment, but only to reposition and apply a sharp tweek to her diamond nipple.

"But I am not without mercy. Go ahead girl, beg for my gift. Tell me your most depraved fantasies. Plead for me to make every one of your secret dreams a reality. Convince me, and perhaps I will permit you the release we both know you desperately need."

If there'd been any doubt left in Olivia, that something strange and unnatural was taking place within her mind and body, it'd soon be dispelled as the assault of this creature rose to a fervent finger blasting. In the various "films" she'd watched over several nights, as well as her own personal experience, the first time she'd had sex, when Olivia, at least, found herself close, a hard, fast, targeted attack like this had almost always been a sure fire way to throw her, squealing and reeling, far clear over the edge. And, though she'd hardly volunteered, or signed up for this experience, at least to have it at someone else's hand, in this moment she'd absolutely take the spasming, squirting, and convulsing blaze of blinding white delight, over the current teeth gritting experience she'd have herself now. From desperate thrashes, to the occasion, still moving crawl, smooth, slow glides as she attempts to force relaxation upon herself, squirming and slipping with full muscle tension from one pose to the next, notably still pulling hard upon her restraints, these almost deceptive breaks of quiet between unthinking, purely panic driven tortured thrusts, give way swiftly as the beast's newly invigorated strokes begin.

"UUURRHH-GUUH!" Mouth still locked upon his, the cry reverberates down his throat, even her overpowering cry of lust trembling hard as her whole body locks up, hips thrusting out, staying out, back arched, form shaking from head to toe as thick, black fingers, tightly enveloped in the embrace of her tight, pink hole, pump wave after wave of fresh, dripping slickness.

And yet, she does not cum. Like a sailor needing to reassert his grip on a line, one might imagine he'd have to squeeze the climax centre of her brain all the more as she practically screams for mercy. However, even if she were to try and cum a hundred times stronger, there'd be no way to simply overpower his hold. She was helpless, stuck, entirely under his power and, as she's forced to wait, dawning terror now finally yielding to darkened dread, wishing, just wishing he'd show mercy and let her speak, all the while accepting both her fate and the knowledge she couldn't possibly withstand another minute of this, let alone...what? An hour? The rest of the day? The whole night until the morning after?

"Oh God. Please... please..." Panting, gasping, desperation so absolute he'd finally allow her to speak, despite screaming in her brain willing her to scream out into this room, amidst the panic she'd only have the one thought in her brain.

"I'll be good. I'll be good." Unable to see, the young heiress could not tell. Was this only a brief reprieve, maybe a fresh act of cruelty, or was she genuinely getting her second chance, a chance she, by no means, had reason to suspect she'd even have? Indeed, up until the moment he spoke again, she had no idea if he was going to kiss her again, cutting her off mid-word, or if he'd wait and let her speak. Fortunately it'd be the later. However...

"Ahh." Her breast now becomes a fresh target, Olivia feeling that ripple of warmth flowing out to strike out on that lumpy, overfilled, water balloon of orgasmic climax that refused to burst, only bulging and stretching out in strange directions. A fresh shudder runs through her and yet, despite everything, a moment of hesitation comes over her. Olivia's fantasies? Immediately she goes to a forest of unfulfilled, perhaps even unfulfillable dreams. A ride on a crowded, public bus or train becomes an endless gangbang, passengers groping her, then tying her up so both those present and those yet to come aboard can stuff her holes full. A D&D group she's playing with insists on her acting out her character's capture, but she doesn't realise how far they're planning to go until she’s bound in chains, or the DM is on his phone to all his mates “yeah, come on up. Managed to capture and tie up another one.” Those are the initial thoughts, heiress already bound in this moment. She had many more thoughts of course, but stuck here, in this moment... Fantasy was one thing, but for them to become reality, suddenly, unexpectedly... What's more, she had to admit to them, describe them?

"P-please... I need. I need it." Though generally speaking, her fantasies all had one thing in common. "Fuck. Fuck me until I can't think straight anymore. I want. I want it. I need to cum over and over." She hoped... she had to hope that'd be enough to appease him. She had no idea he could read her thoughts, no idea if he knew. However, in one final spark of inspiration, both managing to tap a little bit into her genuine fantasies, a bit of Master/Slave (though more often Pet) hidden away inside her, but also thinking strategically, thinking what it is he'd want to hear, she finally adds: "Please. Master." Heiress herself slightly taken aback by how much slipping into that role twinges her, plan not initially for her to get into it but...

The petite young woman thrashed in her bonds like a caged animal, pulling, twisting, straining for any sliver of leverage. Her efforts were entirely fruitless, barely managing to shift the dark coils, even as they dug into her wrists painfully. Arblis wasn't a being of flesh and blood, but one of magic, and his body was a construct of his will. No human form could ever hope to break free of his hold, though Olivia was not the first to try. Only her own confessions would possibly set her free.

When he finally permitted her to speak, the blonde girl was all too eager to submit to his demands. She promised she'd do as told; she begged to be fucked; she as much as much as swore to be his slave, if only he'd let her taste the sweet sweet release denied to her.....And yet that release didn't come. Arblis' masterful fingers were still relentless in their attack on her drenched cunt, while if anything his other hand only increased its assault on her pale breasts.

"Why are you lying you foolish slut? Did you think I, Master of Desire, could not read your fantasies like an open book? Do you think that I am unaware of how you crave to be turned into the cum dumpster you long to be? The way you long to be taken time and again by dozens of cocks is like a blazing bonfire in your soul. I don't need your honesty to know your deepest desires, but I require you to be honest with yourself before you earn release from your punishment."

Without warning, Arblis pulled his thick fingers free of her sex, droplets of her wetness dripping down on her smooth skin. He released her breasts as well, leaning back to that only her restraints remained in contact. He brought the wet fingers up to her mouth, popping a thick digit between her lips as she tried to reply, either to protest or answer as commanded.

"Or perhaps you were too distracted to think clearly. You can lay there, on the cusp of release, as long as you like never knowing exactly when I will bring you back to the brink."

He popped the newly cleaned finger free from her mouth, idly letting it linger on her throat with only a feather's touch, before running it down her collar, down her armpit, up past one elbow, then down the other restrained arm. Wherever he touched he infused her skin with the faintest touch of magic, sending new tingles through her body as the raw sexual energy sustained the unimaginable high of pleasure.

"One more thing. I am not your master. Not yet anyway. So far you have been only a disappointment, unworthy of being my pet. Until I say otherwise, you are a fuck toy. If you Wish to be my slave....well, that can be discussed later."

Surprised by how much her own words caught and thrilled her, this young heiress of the Nightingale estate having never before slipped even the hint of such fantasies out on her own accord, even amidst the instant flash of shame and regret, a part of her convinced she'd just made a huge mistake, she can't help but flicker an album of concepts and images through her mind. A collar. A leash. Bindings and chains. As the assault on her body momentarily roars to a new level of heat and ferocity, even as he scolds her for her dishonesty, a part of her revels in the shame and powerlessness. That is, until...

"Huh?" As he pulls himself free of her body, warmth of both his touch and presence leaving, unable to see, unable to anticipate, the best she can do is imagine what act of depravity is coming next. Would it be a whip, a slap? Her body, though it heaves and trembles still, breathe coming and going in a frantic rush, settles down slightly, placement of her hips ready for a sudden thrust.

"Please... please, I- Ullkh!" An initial shock, Olivia caught off guard by the finger soaked in her own flavour and taste, it'd be with a coughing of muscles and flicking of her tongue that she'd at first choke a little as the sudden, uninvited, unexpected guest made itself known. Whether to accept such a thing, or give in to the instinctive urge to bite down, that battle is fought in but a second or so, with lust quickly winning out. Her own flavour is sweet, not something she tasted often, but at the very least she knew it well enough to instantly feel the heat, body flushing a fresh shade of crimson as she's forced to savour her own fervour. And so, needing no command or instruction, seconds all her body needed, she begins to ease her head back, form fully leaning into the sensation of his newest intrusion, more and more of his finger allowed to push down against the very back of her tongue.

Her body was his now, Olivia the heiress no more as slut takes over. Down below, she'd twist ever so slightly, knees trying their best to come together, as her thighs longed to meet, to rub, to try and scratch that itch that'd still persist. Even after he'd stopped, she'd still feel herself resting there on the edge, like a glowing bar of iron still radiating the heat. He'd threaten. He'd seethe. Yet only as his finger starts to slide out, latest intent spoken, only then does Olivia begin to react, mind finally processing his latest words.

What? This briefest turn of confusion, and hopeless denial in the face of cruelty, runs through her, body arching in a form of protest. He'd promise something so sinister, with some new magic unleashed almost immediately there after.

"Oh fuck... Please-nnh." A small, blissful squeak escapes, Olivia flinching here amidst an already sensitive, heightened state.

"Don't..." This plead comes out small, a gasping whimper quickly overshadowed by his final statement.

"You can't... Please, I..." Yet she can't bring herself to say anything further. His power, his domination in this moment... This was wrong. This was all wrong. In any other circumstances, this helpless situation, this powerlessness in the face of another's lust... Yet what was the point? The reason Olivia secretly craved such things, the reason she knew herself to be drawn to such depravity, whether she found herself crowded and held down, or tied up, bound and gagged so she could not speak, the point would be... she'd no longer have the power to stop neither them or herself. Raised at home, her parents, mentors, tutors and role models, the idea that she was supposed to be perfect, poised, dignified, this expectation was etched deep into her very core. She wasn't supposed to let loose, to experience lust, to experience desire, and so, when it came to sex, when it came to what she needed, what she'd yearn for above all else was to have no control at all. Deep down she knew, she knew she wanted it all. She wanted those men, those women, those monstrous beasts, whatever found her, she knew she wanted them to fuck her deep and endlessly work her till she broke, till she finally experienced the satisfaction that lay way passed the other side of exhaustion. And yet, despite it all, she knew she could not be trusted. She knew... or... rather she feared, if for a moment she had the power to stop any of it, to bring that temperament and restraint back to the moment, she knew she'd never have the ability to go all out, to keep it going, to really get what she wanted and feel that true, full sensation of completion.

Now... now she found herself there, on the brink, and the only thing stopping her was the very thing she feared would stop her, the very thing that made her long for that helplessness in the first place. Why couldn't she do it? Why can't she just admit what she wants? Well, she supposed, if she were to let it go, confess her desires, how would it ever stop? After all, she had a life. She had friends she spoke to, family she'd lived with. She had classes and projects. She had her invention, her machines. If this man, this monster, if she spoke her desires and he took her away, then that would be it. Her fear... her fear was he'd make good on his word. If he took her away, made her a slave, broke her, remade her, broke her again... what guarantee would she have that she'd ever come back from that? Would he ever return her physically to this place, this island, this school, or would he just take her away, forever? What's more, if she were truly to break down, surrender, give in to every beast and be the 'toy, a pathetic plaything' that this 'Arblis' had called her, if she were to truly allow herself to just become this, nothing but a set of soaking, wet holes for the monsters of this island to claim and fuck whenever they pleased...

No. Even as her body shakes, the torment of it all bringing her close to tears, she'd actually steel herself, body tensing up, squaring in place against the iron like restraints. No... right here and now, she'd make this a battle of wills, holding against him for as long as she could last. Yet, she couldn’t help but wonder, how long would that be?