The lashes continued their en masse assault of her ass, soon the pale flesh turned a cherry red in a thousand little spots. The shadowborn reached up with a few of the lashes, removing some of the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Crying? Oh, how sad. You never cried when I was violating you. Seems like you like that better. Perhaps I'll try that again."

At this the 20 tentacles surge upwards again and this time, instead of lashing Lynn, the slowly rub against her still slightly swollen clit and wet sex lips before pushing themselves inside while she hangs off the ground by her throat.

"Let's see what kind of screams you have now."

She gritted her teeth and turned her head away when it tried to wipe her unfallen tears away. Damnit, she thought. She opened her eyes and glanced down. It was slightly blurry, but she would make out the small tentacles. 20 of them. Around two inches across. She gapsed when she felt her legs spread. Half of the tentacles were still free and they quickly reached up and began to tease her. She began to kick with her legs, but they were held down strongly. She coughed. She was able to get small breaths in with her mouth, enough just to keep her concious. She screamed, much louder than before, when she felt them plunge into her sex. She used up the rest of her breath in those screams and then she truly went into darkness as she went limp in the shadows grasp. That was either good or bad for her.

She gritted her teeth and turned her head away when it tried to wipe her unfallen tears away. Damnit, she thought. She opened her eyes and glanced down. It was slightly blurry, but she would make out the small tentacles. 20 of them. Around two inches across. She gapsed when she felt her legs spread. Half of the tentacles were still free and they quickly reached up and began to tease her. She began to kick with her legs, but they were held down strongly. She coughed. She was able to get small breaths in with her mouth, enough just to keep her concious. She screamed, much louder than before, when she felt them plunge into her sex. She used up the rest of her breath in those screams and then she truly went into darkness as she went limp in the shadows grasp. That was either good or bad for her.

The scream of the girl drove Siolazar onward, the shadowborn pushing deeper within her as she slipped into darkness. Oh no, she wasn't going to get out of it that easily. The tentacle around her throat let go so that she could breath once again, and the lash split into 3, one for each arm, and one to hold her head forward.

"Wake up my little experiment. I'm not done with you yet.""

As one, the tentacles withdrew themselves from her sex and coiled back, all snapping forward like a cat-o-ninetails to strike her ass sharply, 20 more welts added to the total, her pale and smooth asscheeks now a vibrant red color.

She was very glad she had passed out, though she couldn't show it. She couldn't think at all. She was still unconccious until a pain ripped through her body. She already knew what had happened. The 20 smaller tentacles had whipped her ass at the same time. Her eyes shot open and her mouth dropped to release a thundering screech. It felt like days she had been in this shed when it had only been almost 2 hours.

"Welcome back to conciousness. Sorry for being so rude about it, but I had to wake you."

The screech rattled the walls almost as was the intensity of it, and the shadowling quivered with amusement. She really was screaming for all she was worth. Too bad no one would ever hear her. Letting the tentacles relax a bit, they swayed near her ass, ready to strike at any moment. One or two moved up to softly stroke at her clit, making sure that she stayed aroused.

"Tell me, shall I whip your eager little ass again?'

She stared at the words gloomly. She thought to herself, wondering if anyone would ever beileve what happened to her. She would not return to her parents that's for sure. They would think he insane if she told them this.

Then more words appeared. She quickly shook her head and whimpered softly. She could tell the tentacles were just waiting to strike at her sore ass. She kicked with her legs, trying to get free.

She stared at the words gloomly. She thought to herself, wondering if anyone would ever beileve what happened to her. She would not return to her parents that's for sure. They would think he insane if she told them this.

Then more words appeared. She quickly shook her head and whimpered softly. She could tell the tentacles were just waiting to strike at her sore ass. She kicked with her legs, trying to get free.

The struggling of the girl made the shadowling quiver with a feeling approaching joy. This female was so malleable. She was aggressive one moment, and whimpering the next. She was a study in extremes, and it was very intriguing.

"So, you don't like it when I whip you? Hm. Let us try a different tact, yes?"

Lightly setting the girl down, Siolazar took grasp of her hands roughly. One hand was slowly lowered to spread the lips of her still wet sex. The other hand was lowered agonizingly slowly, its target apparent as her fingers were brushed against her engorged clitoris.

She was glad she was finally set on the ground, but the feeling of the shadow made her feel queezy inside. Once she found out she had no control of her arms and hands she began to panic, squriming on the floor and groaning. Slowly her struggles began to die down by both exaughstion and the oncoming pleasure she was starting to get. She could not pull her hands away. She hated being so helpless at times. She shook her head trying to divert her attention, but it helped none to stop her oncoming wetness, and she knew it was amusing the monster greatly.

The slowly tiring form of the girl was let go partially, Siolazar not needing to restrain her as much now, as her struggles were weakening. Slowly, but surely, her resistance to his ministrations was eroding. Two fingers were pinched together, holding Lynn's clit between them. The bit of nerve filled flesh was rolled between her dextrous fingers sending waves of pleasure through her.

The shadowborn pondered for a few moments, and then slowly, an idea grew in it's mind. A face soon formed from the inky pool of midnight. It lowered it's face down to Lynn's wet sex, and a long tongue snaked out and pushed past her spread lips, deep within her slick tunnel. The lash of darkness slowly lapped up her juices, covering it.

The face leered up at Lynn and it slowly flowed up to her face, staring at her with deep and infinite eyes. After a moment, it leaned forward and ran it's tongue against her lips, pushing at them to gain entrance.

She bit her teeth together tightly, her moans escaping from her throat. "Nnnnn. Damn you." She whispered that last part. She screamed as she climaxed and she arched her back. She orgasmed right when she felt the tounge slither inside of her. Her chest heaved, her mouth open breathing in all of the oxygen. Then she gasped and opened her eyes wide. She felt the tounge slither into her tounge. She tasted her own juices. She shook her head, trying to get the thing out of her mouth, her hair waving around in the air.

The inky tongue continued to snake through Lynn's mouth, wrapping itself around her tongue with a sinuous movement, like a boa constricting around it's prey. After a few more moments of this forced kissing, the midnight shadow-lash slid out from her mouth, leaving it sopping wet.

Bending the girl over like a dog on all fours, the shadowling held her hands and feet to the floor of the shed. Slowly, the tentacles that had whipped her before re-appeared behind her, and they coiled through the air, waiting for the command from their master to strike.

"I start to grow tired of this my pet. I think I will let you go now, but only on the grounds that you honor our previous agreement. Do you still agree?"

She whimpered aloud and shook her head widly. She was glad the tounge finally retreated. She coughed and spat out the saliva the monsters tounge had left. She would spend hours cleaning out her mouth now. She gasped when she felt herself placed on the floor like a dog.

She shook and pulled at her limbs, but they would not move. She saw the words form on the floor. Without hesitation she spat at them. She didn't regret that this time. "Go to hell freak. I'm not your damn plaything." She glared at it. There was no way she would ever ever come back here. She hoped..."

The tentacles shot forward as one, all twenty of them lashing across Lynn's ass with the force of a bullwhip. The sound reverberated through the room as the ephemeral whips made sharp contact with her soft and now extremely bright cherry-coloured flesh. They pulled back again and shot forward once more as a further punishment to the girl who objected so strongly, her ass almost bleeding now from the force of the blows.

"Go ahead. Call me a freak again. I dare you."

The shotput that had been previously discarded was now picked up by a handful of shadow, and tossed lightly in the air. The shadowborn contemplated on what to do with it, rolling the cold steel in it's false hand. Perhaps...yes, that would work nicely. The cold metal sphere was pressed hard against her ass cheeks, and was then forced inside her, the ball distending her flesh before settling inside her.

"That was only the first part of your punishment if you continue to disobey me. Care to see the second part?"