Oh, they had done it this time! Seriously, those girls really didn't know overbearing and annoying older sister. Sure, her name had quite a bit of significance to her--it wa how to quit! And Freya...gods, there were times when Persephone really wished that she didn't have such ans the basis for many of her current endearing character traits. Plus, she had always loved the story of Persephone and Hades, a story that was both rape and romance, depending on how you looked at it. However, Freya often took things too far and whenever there was something that involved her 'precious baby sister' she went the distance and beyond it.

Once again, Persephone found herself cosplaying again. Last time it had been as Alice, because of an assignment given to the students from the literature department. This time, it was because of teasing and incessant babbling fom no-nothing girls that the pink haired student was in such a predicament again. The young woman had to wonder how Freya did these things to her without ever waking her up and pondered over the possibility of being heavily drugged while her sister got away with whatever dastardly plans she had...

Today was...one of her more crazier ideas, Persephone thought. It would seem that her sister had dressed her up this time as the goddess Persephone, judging from the flowing dress she wore the the long extensions in her hair. She could feel the soft waves of silken hair against her bare shoulders, flowing down and most likely touching the ground. The clothing she wore was reminiscent of Greek dress for women and seemed to be made of clean satin that felt great against her skin. Somehow, she had no underwear on, which made the student feel considerably naked, despite having yards of fabric on her.

Worse, yet, she was tied up and blindfolded!

Each of her hands and feet were tied up to a post at each side, making her spread her legs and arms as she stood. No matter how much she tugged at the ropes holding her, she couldn't even bend her elbows her knees. And with the blindfold...Persephone had to admit, she was a little nervous. While not afraid of the dark, she was wary of the unknown, being a creature who was used to seeing her enemies coming for her so she could runaway as fast as she could.

She sighed. Well, she would have to figure out a way out of this mess somehow, without drawing too much attention to herself. First order of business was to untie herself and she was no Houdini.

Right, she was screwed.

The bright light had caused him to squint. It had appeared that his hunt would be limited to the indoors today where there was less of a glare to deal with. He had wished that it had been overcast but he had not been able to change the warmth of the weather.

While a cool wind blew over his rubbery flesh his eyes had realized rather quickly that he was alone, that he had not seen anyone outdoors which had been unusal. His mind had reached out instinctively a through his extraordinary abilities he did sense several minds indoors either partaking of a class or in the doors.

Odd, Aegir had though though his eyes had made contact with an open window some two or three stories off the ground. He had only skimmed one mind in the room beyond though he had wondered at the concern that he had picked up, something that had struck him more than a student cramming over exams.

At his usual slow pace he slithered across the ground towards the walls of the dorm, he judging that the room in question had been 20' or so feet off the ground not that that had daunted him any.

Suction cupped tentacles attached to the wall pulling him up the brick wall. He had thought to himself that a quick illusion would mask his presence if anyone had chance upon him in the grounds outside though that hadn't been the case.

He had gotten to the opened window, his body compacting as he squeezed himself through it with ease, his boneless body had slunk into the room, his white eyes casting through the expanse of the room taking in at once he had witnessed the hapless student here tied up to posts.

A joke? He had at first thought that another student had bond her and left her here. But her attire had been unusal. A Greek dress? How long had iit been since he had seen one of those?

He found himself sliding across the floor as his mind used it's telekinesis against the door holding it closed with the power of his mind ensuring that they would not be disturbed. He gazed at the morsel before him as he drew even closer, a tentacle reaching out as if to announce his presence as he stroked it against the warm flesh of her cheek.

It was no use. Persephone had been tugging and tugging with everything she could, but those girls had tied her up pretty good. What was worse, she was quite sure that the ropes were made of nylon, which would make it nigh impossible to slip or break loose on her own. The pink haired girl might have had a chance had she one free hand, but as it was, she could even press her knees together--they got her ankles, too.

The girl's head sagged as she heaved an unhappy sigh, long locks of wavy pink hair falling over her shoulder in a sunset-colored cascade. She really did look quite beautiful, dressed as a Greek goddess (not that she could appreciate it, blindfolded as she was); not many could pull off this kind of look without looking a little out of place in their own skin. Her skin was pale, but had a hint of blush, as if the sun had kissed her flesh with its light. Her lips were full and pink, like a pair of soft flower petals. And the dress was long and flowing, but form fitting, showing off her lithe, yet curvy figure. It was amazing she didn't have anyone groveling at her feet and worshipping her at home.

The silence in the room where she had been tied up was almost deafening to her; Persephone hated silence. And so, she began to sing softly to herself. So, very softly...

Until she felt something on her cheek.

Tensing tremendously, she jerked her whole body back--and regretted it when the ropes holding her bit into her skin.

"Who...who's there?" she asked quietly, trying to see through the cloth keeping her blind.

Was she part of the drama department? Had that explained why she had been dressed the way she had been. He had paused only momentarily, the sweet sound of music spilling out of her lips had entrance him like a snake charmer's flute doing the same to a serpent.

He had been so engulfed by her song that he had been absorbed in this moment, barely even finding the strength to raise the tentacle up to touch her, such had been the effect of music upon him.

But that enchanting spell had been broken the moment that she had halted in her song, her voice questioning him though to his ears she sounded a little terrified at the unknown or perhaps he had been imaging just that.

His compact mind flowing into her own as he unleashed a telepathic response as he had lacked the vocal chords necessary to utter human speech, though being blind folded he doubted that she would distinguish any difference in his telepathic message between the speech that she had been use to.

You don't know? Well, how could you being blind folded as you are. You may call me Aegir.

He had coiled a lone tentacle against her leg, reaching upward to snatch her panties off ... only one thing there had been none. Well, that had certainly made things easier. His tentacle instead flickering over her clit as he massed it gently while a hand pooled down her neck. Another brushing his elongated fingers through her hair, his tongue slithering out of his mouth to lap at the side of her neck as he did so.

Ow. Owowowowow. That had not been smart, Persephone thought to herself, wishing she had the simple power to rub her wrists. They were starting to ache in their bonds and that last move of hers hadn't been the best of ideas. Although her reaction had been pure instinct, she knew that she could have controlled herself better in this sticky situation.

There was someone there with her now in the room--someone she couldn't see and it disconcerted more than knowing it was a complete stranger who would be her saviour....They were going to save her, right? Not make the circumstances even worse for the young woman, right? Fate was a cruel mistress however and did not bend easily to the will of mortals.

"A...Aegir?" she repeated, her voice naturally musical. Like chiming bells, her voice was sweet. However, unless she used this wepaon to her advantage she would be subjected to Aegir's whims. Unfortunately for her, she had no idea she was in the power of such a potent weapon. "Please, you have to let me g--Aaah!"

The girl let out a cry of surprise when she felt something odd crawl up her leg. She thought it might be a snake, but then thought better of it. What would a snake be doing in the dorms? Plus, she knew what scales felt like and this wasn't it. She wiggled in place and blushed pink when she felt the tip of whatever was taking hold of her brush against her vulnerable center. She shivered a little as the tentacle began playing with her clit and tried moving away, but the ropes held fast.

Dear god, what was he doing?

"N-no...don't...." she pleaded, moving her head to the side to get away from Aegir's touches. His tongue slid along her neck and she couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat. Being blind to everything made her quite a bit more sensitive than she usually was and the small tinge of the unknown coming from not being able to see what would happen next heightened her physical awareness even more. And what she was aware of now was that she was actually being arouse by this attention. Her nipples were hardening into points, which were visible through the white fabric of her dress. "Please stop..this is...h-highly inappropriate..."

A flutter surged through his mind as he sensed the moment of relief that had flooded her senses, she had thought after all that he had been here to save her. But he could sense the change when it had been apparent that he had not been her for that.

Digging through her mind the telepathic Aegir had begun rummaging through files as he perused her own thoughts as if it had been he that had lived them. Images flashed before him as he conjured up the memories that he was to use.

Already his eyes could see the effect that he was having on her as he saw her nipples shape up against the silk fabric that had clung over her flesh.

He lied when he spoke though was he far from the truth? You had been left here for me by your roomiie, though you must already suspect that. What you probably don't know is that you had been left for me. I know it may be wrong but you . . . well, let's just say you look so delicious I could just gobble you up.

Aegir had retracted his tentacles from her, even his mouth as he had come upon the dawning of another idea. Compressing himself to the floor his head had leaned in so that his tongue could flicker against the heat of her body, running up and down her slit a few times before slowly dipping into her body, then moving quite quickly as he lapped at her innards with that tongue.

Eh? Freya actually left her out to be bait? That wasn't like Freya at all! But then again, she was fond of teaching anyone hard lessons...Although one had to wonder what sort of lessons she meant for her to learn this time, tied all and being taken advantage of like this. Persephone struggled all the more against her bonds.

When the tentacles pulled away, the girl almost slumped where she stood, breathing hard. Escaping was hard word and having Aegir go at her was also no cakewalk wither. And how was he touching her as he did? She wasn't sure and wasn't that eager to find out what lied in front of her blindfold. Being blind like this made her extra sensitive in terms of touch, smell and hearing (and probably taste, too), however, Persephone's observational skills tended to lack, so she couldn't quite discern what Aegir might look like. She decided she might not want to know.

A small shriek of surprise escaped the girl's lips as she felt something slick and wet touch her most secret of places. And she blushed bright red, trying to close the gap between her legs in embarrassment and a bit of fear. It felt strange! Had it been a tongue?, wondered.

"Ah! Ah! Oh, no...d-don't.." she pleaded again, trying to wiggle her hips away as she felt the appendage go further in. "No...don't go deep...I've...I've never..."

Had he been hearing correctly? He paused for a moment as if calculating matters in his head, his long lapping at her as she tried in vain to pull away from him. He could hear the strain on the ropes as she exerted pressure upon them.

But his hesitation had been brief, he had licked at the shallows of her body as if he were either taking her words into consideration or had been preparing her for events to come as his mind flowed against her clit as he kept to the shallows of her folds.

He could have reached into her mind to tug upon the information to discern whether or not that the information had been true or not. Eyes had peeked up at her as he went to work on the outer rim of her labia, washing his tongue against her there while a pair of tentacles had moved up to rub against the nipples that had hardened working over both them and the fabric of her dress that had kept them clad from his unhindered sight.