Daphnee had not been as fortunate as Kristy. From her first day on the island she had been brutalized by these things to no end. Only once was she taken in such a manner that she enjoyed the experience. Her virginity was ripped away roughly that first night and it seemed that each monster after the first was in direct competition with the last to show that it could be crueler.

Why that was she could not say and the worse part there was no one that wouldn't think she was going crazy again. There was a reason that she was so fucked up in the head. To get some attention whether negative or positive she subjected herself in giving up her freedom, not that she minded of course.

But she struggled vehemently against those tentacles. He would know that from their last encounter how deathly afraid of bondage she was after that first night and the fact that each time it had been used it was worse than the lat save for when Vera did it.

She liked when her Mistress did it even if she could not help but be frightened. But he took advantage of her, sinking deeply into her core as her mouth was full of that tendril now. Muffled protests and pleas were choked off with half gasps and pleas as she was lowered down to the reddish waste.

Now this was far worse than when her limps were stretched taught. She screamed in agony, flailing though it had not been possible for her to flail any harder than she was now. She tried of course, tears rolling down her cheeks s she was plunged into the hellish water. God it her! Her body burned, the pain outweighing the pleasure by far she sob in the grasp of the tendrils as he pumped into her throat and pussy.