Waking up mid afternoon, Yaeko felt like crap...actually, she hadn't felt very good since arriving on the island. Every morning she woke up, head fuzzy, feeling like she'd barely slept at all...and the worst parts were the...gaps...in her memory of the previous day. Flashes of going to class, pieces of sitting at a table eating, half finished conversation with the other girls at the school...and then nothing. She couldn't even remember getting to her room that first night...

Rising groggily from her bed, she glanced at the desk calender, sighing in relief that it was a Saturday, free of classes. Her legs wobbled as she made her way to the bathroom, her hand darting out to catch the knob to keep from falling. Grimacing she stretched, working out what felt like cramps in her leg muscles. Every day its the same thing...I wake up sore and tired. Maybe the bed is too hard? Ugh...maybe its nearly that time again.

Stifling a yawn, she looked at herself in the mirror, tugging her hair back and slipping the yellow ribbon off of her wrist to tie it back into a sloppy ponytail. She frowned, just noticing that her bra was on a bit wrong, clasp one hook askew. She never used to make that kind of mistake....ah well. Maybe a swim would help her wake up, put a bit of energy in her. Though...not the sea...or a...lake? She shivered suddenly, hugging herself. No...definitely neither of those. Didn't the gym have a pool behind it?

"Yosh!"

Yaeko slapped herself on either side of the face to clear her head, deciding to give it a shot. She carelessly tugged her white bra and panties off, tossing them in her clothes bin. Hmm...strange....where's my bathing suit? She didn't see her usual dark blue one piece hanging in the bathroom, so she went to her chest-of-drawers and rummaged around for her other swimsuit.

She sucked in a breath as she tied on the side strings of the dark green bikini bottom, mildly surprised that it wasn't as tight as she remembered. Shrugging, she tied on the top as well, the fabric cupping her breasts pierced by a clover shaped hole high on her cleavage on either side. Grinning, she turned, winking at the word LUCKY printed across the fabric stretched across her toned rump, her reflection in the mirror mimicking her.

Satisfied, she tugged on a white sundress, slipping on her sandals and snagging a towel and sunblock on the way, heading for the pool.

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Upon arrival to the pool at the back of the gym, she tilted her head curiously, frowning at the lack of other girls. Hunh...maybe they've all got club activities or something. I really should see about joining the swim team or something. Claiming one of the many unused chairs, she tossed her things down, pulling her dress off as well. Taking her sunscreen, she moved to the edge of the pool, sitting crosslegged beside it to start spreading the cream on her legs slowly and thoroughly, entirely unsuspecting that there was a creature lying at rest just inches in front of her.

Blinking, Yaeko looked at the pool, head tilted at the ripple passing through the surface, then shrugging and looking back down to her stomach, where she was busily applying the sunscreen. Probably just the jets turning on to cycle the water. She quickly finished applying the cream, biting her lip slightly as she spread the cold substance on her breasts, giggling softly.

Finally done with the first precaution, she stood up, tossing the sunscreen onto the chair with her things. Taking a deep breath, she began to do a warm up exercise, stretching her sore muscles so they wouldn't cramp up in the water. She had to be extra careful, what with the lack of a lifeguard or any other students. She started of by extending one leg at an angle, lowering her body on one leg and bending her torso along the extended appendage, stretching her hamstring on first one side, then the other, unknowingly giving the approaching core a rather nice view of her crotch.

Standing, she turned her torso first one way, then the other, curling the off arm around herself to limber up her shoulders. Linking her hands, she raised them over her head, going on tiptoe as she stretched upward, chest thrust out, provocatively, had there been an audience...which there was, even if she didn't realize. Grinning, she bent forward now, touching her toes easily, her breasts lightly pressing her knees as she bent almost perfectly doubled over.

"Ahhh...I feel a bit better already. Mmm, best start with a few laps before I relax, just to work the soreness out."

So saying, she approached the edge of the pool, taking slow, deep breaths, and preparing to dive into the pool, and by extension, the middle of the stretched out slime lurking within it!

"What the f-blub!?"

Yaeko's exclamation ended in a startled bubble as the slime enveloped her just as her hands and upper body struck the surface of the 'water'. The thick goo wrapped around her almost instantly, restraining her flailing limbs quite well. She cast about, looking as if she was moving in slow motion due to the consistency of the creature that held her. She instinctively held her breath, even though her lungs weren't filled for a long dive. She could only hope she could escape before she wan out of air.

She shivered slightly, the feeling of being trapped digging up repressed memories, an image of tentacles waving, a blurred image of a lake, a moonlit cove, all receding as she struggled, focusing on the present, though her nerves started to fray. She tried to swim through the goo now, hoping it worked like really thick water.

Yaeko's eyes widened as she felt the goo tighten around her chest, squishing her breasts. She nearly cried with relief when the restraining surface pushed her up into the air above the water, gasping for breath, struggling weakly against the constriction around her torso. She slowly ceased her struggles, a flicker of past experience showing they did little good in the end. She took stock of her surroundings, trying not to panic. She was trapped in....Jello?

"What....the...fuck?!"

She exclaimed in disbelief, shaking her head, not believing it. This had to be some weird lifeguard or cleaning mechanism or something. Maybe it was just getting her out of the pool to finish cleaning...yeah...that was it. Her mind ran down the usual paths of rationalization, making excuses for the unreality of the situation, trying to make sense of the senseless. But she couldn't escape the nagging thought that had her chest heaving against the gel in pants for breath, the niggling little sensation that this had happened before...

Yaeko squeeked as the tendril around her chest moved, kneading and pressing her soft breasts. She shuddered slightly, part out of revulsion, part out of pleasure. She couldn't help how it made her feel, but....from Jello? Eww... She breathed out a sigh of relief as it stopped, shifting in the gelatinous grip, trying to move her bikini top back down from where the go had started to disarray it, loosening the strings.

"H-hey now! Stop t-that!"

She yelled at the gel in embarrassment as the groping renewed, hitting the constricting substance with her hand ineffectively. She felt sort of...tingly where the gel made skin contact, kind of like licking a 9 volt battery. Weird...maybe she was right about the cleaning machine thing. Her train of thought cut off as the voice came from the water, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

"W-what? You can talk? I...ah...was just going to take a swim...but I can leave if you're still cleaning the pool....or whatever...no problem at all...just...you know...put me down first."

She had a moment of deja vu, as if she'd said nearly the same words before...and had to swallow a sudden lump in her throat at the feeling of what had happened after each time...the memories were becoming clearer...tentacles....things holding her...in her....she shuddered at the partial images dancing through her mind.

"Kyah?! Noooo...don't do t-that! Mnnhh...."

She squirmed futilely in the encircling goo, her legs kicking weakly in the water below her. Her nipples rapidly hardened under the aggressive attention to her breasts, making it quite easy for the slime to find them and continue his assault. Her back arched involuntarily, thrusting her breasts out into the intoxicating sensation, despite her mental issues with being groped by something she could make in her refrigerator. She bit her lower lip, trying to fight down the wave of arousal the fondling was kindling in her.

"A-alright! You...you aren't a machine...I'm...ahhh...I'm s-sorry! I'm sorry! P-please let me go..."

Her bikini top lost the slow battle with the goo and her own movements, the strings finally falling loose, the cups of fabric moving with the press and knead of the goo, easily shifting with every change. Yaeko blinked back tears as one feeble line of defense crumbled. This felt...so familiar...why? Why?! Why did it feel good? Why did she just want to give in? Why did she feel like...there was no hope in even trying to resist?

She shook her head, the hopeless feeling sinking in, making her go limp in the grasp of another creature, similar, yet different than the ones in her mind. She wasn't sure what was worse, the creature holding her now, or the ones that were slowly becoming clear in her memories...the ones that had taken her before...

(OOC: Hmm, I guess you've gone to bed. I guess I should too. Hopefully, we can continue this sometime.)

Something was not right with this. Kyrios would sense it. It was liking working on a math problem that one could sense is wrong, but not figure out. There was something he was missing, something about this girl that he was not getting. But he just couldn't quite place a finger, or in his case a tentacle, on it. To be honest, Kyrios was not really trying that hard to figure it out anyways. He was too busy enjoying the sensations of pleasure and arousal coming from his caught quarry.

"Not a cleaning mechanism anymore? A little well-er," Kyrios said, "But you try harder. That isn't what this about."

Kyrios could fully feel the hardening nipples beneath his grip. If he had a true mouth, he would have smiled. In all respect of the word, he was winning. He attempted to grip the girl's nipples, but discovered that the thin fabric of the clothing she was wearing got in the way. It was too thick and made it impossible for him to get a good grip on the small nubs of flesh. Slightly annoyed, Kyrios grabbed the bra with a portion of the tentacle wrapped around the girls chest and yanked them away. As loose as they were, the piece of clothing offered no resistance. The young girl's breast were now fully exposed and in contact with his Cyto-Plasm. mmm, delicious. Kyrios resumed his work on the now exposed breast, gently kneeding them with the goo covering the mounds of flesh. Every once in a while, he would add in a little pinch or tweak of the nipple, just to keep things fresh.

In addition to that, Kyrios felt that it was time to move onto the next step. Quite honestly, he had been prepared for this for a while now. His own erection, though hidden from Yaeko, was quite severe. And every since he started sensing Yaeko's weakening resolve, he decided that he was going to go all the way with this girl. He really could do nothing else. If he stopped now, he felt as if he would explode. But now was not quite yet the time. He had learned from the previous girl that a much more pleasureable experience would result if he properly stimulated a human female first. To that end, Kyrios formed two addition tentacles in the waters beneath Yaeko. Invisible and unbeknowst to her, the two new tentacles snaked up to Yaeko's legs and quickly wrapped around her knees, on tentacle each. Then, they continued to worm their way up the soft tender flesh of Yaeko's legs until they started tickling and teasing Yaeko's thighs.

The removal of her top snapped Yaeko out of her daze, making her gasp sharply. The cool gel was now directly caressing her soft mounds, the occasional tweak and pinch of the pale pink nipples eliciting yelps, of not quite pain, accompanied by fluid archings of her body, twisting into the caresses, needy, aching for more. She pushed down on the gel holding her, trying to slip free, to no avail, her strength faltering more and more as the assault continued, her mind fuzzing over why she would want to get away from such pleasant sensation.

"Hnnyyaa.....hahhh ahh....hee!....mmmnnmmmm...."

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't restrain the soft pants, moans and mewls of pleasure her traitor body felt necessary for such delicate torture. The blush rising in her cheeks stained her face and neck a deepening shade of red, the coloring just as much an indication of arousal as shame. Even worse, she could feel a growing warmth between her legs, a sense of building pressure, expectation of more, deeper pleasure to come.

"W-wha? Ohhh....n-not...there...haahh!"

She sucked in a startled breath as the two tentacles wrapped around her legs, gasping and moaning helplessly as they began to softly stroke over the tender and sensitive flesh of her thighs. She was mortified to find the occasional giggle shaking her slight frame as the tentacles found certain spots, the change of sensation making the return of the relentless wave of pleasure all the more intoxicating.