She could feel the breath growing short as each moment passed the slow but insistent stroke back and forth over the sensitive nub just above her sex building a low electric tingle between her legs. She pressed her knees together to try and reduce the feeling, but as the broad mouths painting her arms with the heated strokes of artificial tongues swept up towards her chest she was unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as he kept up the pace. A soft sigh escaped her as those mouths affixed themselves to her breasts, the sensation of his groping the fullness of each soft mount with his hand punctuated with the more intense suckling on nipples already primed and attentive from his earlier attentions. As he lowered himself to run his tongue along her neck, timing it to coincide with a rapid tongue lashing to her pink peaks, she couldn't keep herself still.

She squirmed and writhed under his attentions, trying futily to shift his attentions to less sensitive spots on her body. Of course, even as she turned her head away from him, she exposed more of her neck to that sweeping tongue, and his flexible jointless limbs were simply drawn along with the motions of her body, stuck firm through their suckling. There was no doubt, she was more sensitive than she had been when she first arrived on the island, her body becoming used to being used this way even if she hated it.

"I've ... been busy ..." she said lamely as he commented on the length of her hair. It was true, she'd wanted to look a little more feminine, in part to better blend in with the rest of the student body, but partly out of some burgeoning sense of vanity. Which she blamed Heather for.

She looked at the bench he indicated as he drew back slightly. Though her head still looked at the bench, her eyes flitted back towards that door she'd been so close to making it through before. It might be a less attractive prospect to go streaking through the halls than before, but there was a part of her that wanted desperately to bolt. That was no good though, he was too close still, she'd never make it without some kind of distraction. It looked like she was just going to have to play along for now, wait until he loosened his grip on her leash enough for her to pull it free and dash for freedom.

After a few moments to debate with herself, or perhaps to calm down, she pressed her palms against the floor, getting her feet under her and rising unsteadily back to her feet. She wasn't entirely certain what he intended to use that low bench for that he couldn't do just as easily without it, but then, maybe the point was nothing more than making her a participant in her own violation. She looked down at it for a moment before glancing back at him, checking to see how closely he followed her movements.

"So ... what? Am I supposed to sit here, lie back, straddle it ...?" she asked, one hand rubbing her upper arm where his faux lips had touched her so recently.

“You'd never make it,” all to aware of her thoughts about the door. He was close, after all his “visual” senses only extended out to about twenty feet so a quick few strides and he could loose her, highly unlikely though.

He followed close behind though. She was still thinking about escape, no doubt and perhaps if he were in her position he would have considered it as well weighing the chances of success.

“Lie down,” he commanded his hands trailing down her thighs and those mouths using their tongues once she complied. Certainly this would be better than enduring the evening on her knees and he could maneuver her about over time as the evening wore on.

He spread her legs open as those mouths hit her knees. Bending his “true” tongue licked about her labia slowly though never in her, not yet, while that third hand casually pinched her clit between index and middle fingers tugging against her there gently as his thumb brushed over her.

But Ortix seemed to be in no rush. In fact pseudopods affixed to her breasts in the form of suction cups slurping and sucking against those tits as he gave her a faint tug. He seemed to be enjoying pressing her towards pleasure just as much as he enjoyed pushing her towards pain before.

"Yeah, tell me something I don't know." she said a bit bitterly as he assured her that freedom would not come quite so easily, regardless of her dogged persistence. She glanced over her shoulder at him again, pressing her lips together into a thin line. even with the soft panting that had taken over her breathing. Much too close for her to attempt anything.

As he instructed her to lie down, she stepped one foot over the narrow bench and turned to the side, bending at the knees and reaching back with her hands until she had a firm grip on the seat. The bench in the locker room was fairly narrow at these things went, her shoulders were broad enough to hang off either side as she tried to keep her balance atop the long board.

Fortunately, it seemed that she wouldn't need to worry about keeping her position for overly long. The white, tile colored bulk of Ortix's mass leaned in, his hands running along her thighs to roughly lick along the soft flesh there. It was like he was making a slow circuit, hitting each of the sensitive spots of her body one by one. Except, rather than hit them and move on, it seemed her left something to continue to tease and excite her at every point, slowly, deliberately raising the degree of pleasure assailing her senses.

"MMN!" she twisted on the bench as he bowed in close to press his lips against her nether lips. She tried to draw her legs together as he slowly painted the outer folds of her sex with those slow passes his tongue, though the grip he held on her knees kept her legs spread against her struggles. Almost as if that brief struggle had encouraged him, she felt a long, trembling breath tumble passed her lips as he paired those slow, teasing passes of his tongue with the intense jolt of her clit being pinched and tugged so that it could be more fully exposed, her hips bucked unconsciously as his thumb began to taking advantage of that trapped pearl, regularly brushing over it.

She was struggling now, he could feel it, to keep her voice under control even if she couldn't fully hide she effect he was having on her. She'd barely even noticed as the thin tendrils reached out to press their gooey exterior to the hard peaks he'd been teasing earlier. Barely noticed, that is, until they began their insistent, hard sucking, tugging on her breasts as the pink tips were pulled out, turning a bit more puffy and red under that intense attention, her head falling back to smack against the padded rest of the bench, one free hand running up through her hair as the other gripped tightly to a stretch of the bench over her head, trying her level best not to be swept along in the sensations that were assailing her relentlessly.

She was a stubborn one of course but knew what was good for her. She did not try to escape seeing how pointless it was and despite the pleasure he brought her she was attempting to hold back. Her meager resistance was a delight as he knew soon enough he would have her sweet surrender. She was already displaying all the right signs as he attacked the outer edges of her nether lips with his sweeping tongue.

Juniper tasted good even at that barest contact. He pulled and sucked on those tits as he caressed her inner thighs, that third hand playing with her love button a bit longer before he drew back his head.

The now white slime observed her as the fingers of that hand slowly pooled down over her sex then brushed straight up when reaching the bottom, caressing it in slow brush strokes. He let that anticipation build, watched her reaction, felt her arousal and waited until he felt she was ready before twin fingers pressed against the gates of her body. In, they pushed reaching far deeper than ordinary fingers though as he drew his hand back from her she could see what happened as the slime there was reforming.

The slime that was his fingers broke off and had been moving inside her under his direction.

No spikes this time though he seemed to recall where all the sensitive bits where, slime attaching there and throbbing against her passage, rubbing and pulsing against it as his tongue and lips began to creep over her navel now that that was done and he was stimulating her from the inside as well as outside now.

Pleasure or pain, Juniper tried to deny him the pleasure of admitting that she was helpless against his touch. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he'd beaten her, no matter how many times he caught her, or treated her body like some kind of toy for his amusement. Of course, on some level, she understood that this resistance was exactly why he'd come back for her instead of simply using her and discarding her like so much trash. Unfortunately, she feared that what she'd lose for simply accepting him was something far worse.

She sucked in a sharp gasp as the hand that been so vigorously tending to her clit seemed to flow down over her damp sex. There wasn't as much difference between the two as one might think, she understood that his "hands" were made of the same substance of his "tongue", that he could taste her just as easily now as he'd been able to "see" her with his head between her legs teasing her with the visual of cunnilingus. Still, she opened her eyes to see her looming over her flushed body as each of his mouths suckled and tasted her in turn. Her blush deepened slightly as she looked down the length of her body, the milky white color he'd taken on casting lewd imaginings large in her heated mind as his mass clung to her skin.

"Nn...w-what're you..." she began to ask breathlessly, her sex quivering in anticipation as her juices continued to build as he stirred her up deliberately. Her question ended abruptly as he pushed those fingers deep inside and probe her deeply . Not enough mass to fill her to her limits as he'd done before, but too much for her to ignore either. "Ah!?" there was a short, confused moan as those fingers began to squirm and move unnaturally inside the tight folds of her sex. As her eyes looked up at him questioningly, he drew his hand back to show her where his index and middle finger abruptly ended. Her eyes widened in surprise, watching new fingers bubbling into existance from mass deeper in his form. His control over his form was clearly far more precise than it had been before ... or ... maybe she'd badly underestimated him from their first meeting.

As a mass of him kissed her at her deepest point, she squirmed, the mass still buried inside of her spreading irregularly as it sought out those familiar points throughout her which were most sensitive, thicker flows stroking along her soft interior like a finger or impossibly long tongue as elsewhere it attached herself to other points to hum and vibrate like a perverse toy that had been custom formed for her own pussy. Her hips bucked and twisted on the bench, a surprised moan escaping her as the sensation caused her sex to twitch and convulse in response.

As he leaned in again, his tongue slowly traveling up from her sex and over the defined curves of her stomach. Her squirming became more purposeful, her feet pushing along the floor as she tried to slide along the bench, one hand pushing against the top of his head to try and slow his ascent as she tried futily to climb away from him. She was shifting to the defensive, abandoning the thought of enduring his intensions as she instead struggled to lessen them, even as she understood that she'd likely delayed too long to escape his ministrations at this point.

Indeed it was much too late to escape now. With that slime inside her now for the next five minutes he could do with it as he willed. He could afford to loose a little slime so he was less concerned about it being separated from him or dying.

She attempted to shuffle back succeeding at first, her hand sink against the top of his head then further as he sucked it into him, absorbing it to the wrist. It seemed that he did not mind having her hand encased in his head and it was doubtful that he had a nervous system or organs that were like a human's.

Ortix chuckled bring an end to this squirming as a pseudopod left his side wrapping up against both her waste and the bench so that she could not get any further. That done his hand explored the roundness of a breast as the other moved to her side.

“Don't you think it's a little late to escape now. Give in to your pleasure, you know it could feel much, much worse.”

The slime swelled inside her, pulsing and massaging those most cherished points within her. “Now, wouldn't it be so much easier just to give in my dear?”

She watched as her fingers pressed down against the membrane that held him together, the white mass squirming between her fingers as she pressed down against his head. The pressure didn't seem to deter him at all, as she pressed her hand down and into his mass. She tried to draw it back, the cool mass sticking to her skin and resisting her pull like a sealed vacuum. She could feel his mass vibrate as he chuckled at her fruitless display, the air he drew in and expelled to issue his voice running somewhere just beyond her fingers in his largely opaque mass.

She was fixed fast in place with yet another long tendril, pinned at the waist like an insect on display in a box as his hands shifted up from her legs to caress her upper body now, chiding her for her foolish display. As if to punctuate the statement more clearly, the piece of himself he'd left buried within her folds expanded swiftly, pressing against her walls and pressing the vibrating surfaces within her firmly as that feeling of fullness spread within her. It was intense, but steady, her arousal building sharply as her honey escaped her lower lips to run along her inner thighs, that moisture pressed out by the expanding, writing mass still teasing her.

"I--" her body faintly hummed,her nerves alive with the slow teasing of her body he'd indulged in so far, and then driven further by the invader stroking and vibrating along inside of her as well. Her breathing came short, low murmurs of want mingling with that shallow panting. "Nnn..." her eyes flickered with desperation, small unfocused points wavering before she closed her eyes and turned her face away. He wasn't wrong, it would be all to easy for him to change tactics. If he could cause his little present for her to expand, he could just as easily cause it to curve, to harden, to point. An involuntary shudder ran through her, though how much of it was from the sensations rolled continuously through her body and how much was the implied threat was debatable.

She didn't verbally agree, but she did cease her struggling, a low whimper the closest thing to an answer she gave him.

He had assumed that she wouldn't vocalize an answer. She was stubborn last time though she seemed to realize how pointless further struggles were. He even allowed her hand to draw back and when it was freed of him it was clean, the slime remaining behind along with any moisture on her hand showing the degree of control he had. Of course she was aware of how quickly he could adapt. There was the shampoo she had tried to toss at him before and he just opened up a hole in his mass to allow it through, a quick reaction to her attack it seemed.

Ortix began absorbing her lower body into his mass as he shifted up her body. The slime still wiggling against sensitive walls as he gazed down at her briefly. It was tough making out the expression on her features and so he didn't try. Pleasure or defiance. He could not think of which.

Forming another tendril he had stopped her absorption at the knees. Her juices would soon be absorbed Though that tendril snaked against her labia rather than sinking straight in.

A tiny mouth encased a nipple suckling on it as his tongue moved along her neck again, Other hands continued to play with that clit, a slow tug, a caress of that bundle of nerves by the third hand while the second skimmed a tongue against her side.

Angling against her he gave her a moment to come to terms with what was about to happen before he pressed into her young body, stretching her to capacity as he flowed inside her with a drawn out deliberate slowness.

Closing her eyes hadn't helped as much as she'd hoped. She could still feel every thing he was doing to her, the pass of a tongue along the curve of her flank making her twist slightly under him as is ran a ticklish line up along her contours. The hand carressing her full breast was suddenly punctuated with the feeling of soft, pliable lips fixing themselves around her nipple, somehow more organic, more intimate that the small sucker that had been attached before as she continued to squirm under him.

He was moving closer to her now, she could tell as he leaned in, her chin raising as the broad, cool path of his tongue stroked up along the curve of her neck, inadvertently exposing her throat to him in the process. If that weren't hint enough, there was the feeling of the bulk of his mass dragging itself closer, his thick, viscous bulk rolling up between her toes and along the curve of have calves as he pulled closer. She still whimpered from the unnatural squirming of the gift he'd left within her, hot breath passing from her lips as he continued to slowly build the tension in her body from moment to moment.

There was no relenting, no slowing, no opportunity for her to recover or collect herself. No, he steady continued to add one new stimulation after the next. Her body already ran hot with a passionate fever, her heart fluttering unsteadily in her chest and sending the molten rush of lust coursing through her veins. Her tongue silently worked in her mouth as a new tendril reached out to touch her hot sex, slowly pressing against her sex before turning away to wriggle and coil like a serpent in the shallows of her need. The fingers of that extra hand continued their slow, irregular tug of the button that sent one electrifying jolt of excitement through her aching sex after the next.

"H-hah ... ah ... pl--" her eyes openned slightly, looking pained as she bit her bottom lip to try and halt the words. That first little syllable coincided as the tendril at her entrace drew back slightly, just the tip angling against her again, though whether it was in response to that half-uttered plea or merely simply continuing to go at his own pace she couldn't know. " ... Please ... " she said softly, just a whisper, as though that could hide her from the guilt as he began to slowly, deliberately part the pink folds of her sex, letting the smooth tendril slide easily into her, inch by thick inch as it pressed the vibrating, stroking, seperate bit of his matter out of it's way.

"Uhn...yes...ah, God ..." she panted, her body rolling slowly around him as she shifted partly onto her side, her free arms gripping hold of his sides for support, the anchor around her waist keeping her from rolling her hips or arching her back.

Please?

Begging for release from pain or physical release had been much the same for him and the word pleased him. At first it was just the hint of the word but it was not much longer before he had heard it in full.

Now he could have gloated over the victory that he had here though he did not. He would have had she selected pain and eventually given over to pleasure when pain became too much. Instead he gave her what she needed, slow thrust in, equally slow out.

The pseudopod that had entwined her hips could feel the movement of her body though she was prevented from deeper movements he released her then confident in the belief that she was not going to attempt to escape, especially now that he had partially absorbed her, was in her.

“You always did feel good,” a slimy tongue washes over her neck, his slime constantly joining and detaching the slime already inside her that buzzes, vibrates and flows against silken walls all the while.

“Faster?” He figured that she would not mind though he teased her with this slow pace bumps forming over the length inside her so that each movement could be keenly felt.

The tongue of his palm-hand worked over a nipple sweeping over it then suckling against her then sweeping over it again. The other skill sweeping over her side as his member begins a slow circular drilling motion. With no bones he could spiral that member 390 degrees if he needed to or wanted and he did want to do so now. He also increased the speed a bit, little by little as he build up their tempo.

"Always ...?" she murmured, a faint blush staining her cheeks at the unexpected compliment. She hadn't even considered what he felt while doing these things to her. The idea that he was drawing pleasures beyond the psychological fulfillment of her reactions made her feel surprisingly embarrassed, as if the notion that it was a sapient being that was so diligently teasing her body was only just dawning on her. "Th-this is only the second time ... don't try and make it sound like we're so intimate." Of course, those words rang a bit hollow as the slow push of his tendril pressed up against the depths of her sex, her hips rolling with the pressure as he gave just enough of an extra push be be sure she really felt it without pushing beyond, eliciting a short gasp of pleasure from her.

"Ahn..." that breath came out of her again in an almost regretful moan as he started sliding out of her again with the same slow, steady pace. Of course, she shouldn't have worried, as the fullness of the tendril he was using to slowly fuck her drew out again, he didn't leave her empty. No, the small amount that he'd pressed into her continued it's dutiful mission, rolling against the hot spots of her body as is stirred her up and heightened her sensitivity by humming and vibrating against her most sensitive points. Not enough to push her over the edge, of course, just enough for her to squirm and want more from him.

"Mmn--yes ..." she panted, her chest rising and falling unsteadily under the mouth that almost rhythmically seemed to suckle and teach her breast. Her body curved to one side as the hand along her side washed it's own strong tongue over a ticklish part of her body. They knew that particular curve well...before it had been where her rib had been cracked, a weakness he'd readily exploited, though it had healed long ago this time. Her sex squeezed him tightly as soft, round nubs began to appear along the length of his invading member, her body recoiling at the memory at the last time he'd done such a thing to her. Still, he wasn't deterred, and she ran her tongue along her lips with a sigh as those nodules stroked along the silken folds of her sex.

"...faster..." she breathlessly agreed. She was weak to this kind of treatment, she knew. Pain, she could fight her way through with effort, at least try and endure. This? The island had done it's best to overwhelm her at every turn, maybe the direct, rough stuff she could withstand to an extent, but this kind of slow build up? Even as the tension made her ache,the heat made her thoughts melt away into a lustful haze, if she could maintain control of her tongue she didn't doubt she'd agree with his every suggestion ... maybe even beg for more, if he lingered long enough.

Her heart fluttered lightly in her chest even as she reflexively squeezed him within her depths again as she felt that intruding member begin to stroke in a slow circle along her insides, the slow corkscrew action of his thrusts opening her up to his penetrating member as he began to build the pace. She couldn't help herself, without willing herself to,she began pulling against the grip he held on her lower legs, using the leverage to pull her hips down to meet those deep, plunging strokes. Her lips parting wide as his tongue stroked up along her neck as wanton, lustful murmurs mingled freely with her desperate, clawing breaths for cool air.

Her reaction went unnoticed at least visibly. But he could hear the surprise in her voice as if such a notion was alien to her thinking.

“Why yes. I feel on a different level than your species and it may seem that I lack organs or a real means of experiencing such pleasures though that is not the case.”

He supplied her with a bit of an answer another hand forming high on his mass to stroke a cheek. “Of course it is. But it is true at least from now until then you feel no different my dear. The longer hair suits you too.” Though he could not “see” in the true sense of the word she had fit his normal perimeters better.

She was displaying signs of her pleasure as he moved within her slowly. He knew that she had moistened her lips with her tongue as he could sense the moisture on them. He did not gloat though, she was probably feeling the shame of submitting already and while he did not mind adding salt to a wound he was far more incline to do so with her being stubborn about it.

“Though it is only our second time it could always feel this good. The choice is a simple one pain or pleasure.” It did not matter to him which she chose and while it was not likely that he would target her again one never knew what the future brought.

Slowly in and out, the spinning began and he did hear her words though he ignored her for now at least though his pace increased slightly he did not slam away forth. As she began using herself to draw over her better he slowly slipped from her until he was barely inside her. A mouth formed on his shoulder so that he did not have to draw away from her at all. The benefits of being amorphous.

“What's the magic word?” He halted until he heard it, whether begrudgingly spoken or not either would be another matter of course.

She whimpered softly as he slid the glistening length of pearlescent slime that had been so deliberately plumbing her depths out of her flushed body. Her chest rose and feel deeply within the confines of his embrace, the hand massaging her breast squeezing in time with the soft lips and tongue that had appeared in the palm of his hand which teased and suckled on the pink peak of her nipple. She blinked dimly, at the fluorescent lights overhead as he teased her with that murmured question.

She closed her eyes tightly and turned her head to the side as his broad tongue rolled over the curve of her neck, tasting the sweat on her heated flesh as she squirmed. Shame wormed it's way into her mind at how helpless she was to resist the way he toyed with her body. The tongue sliding it's way up along her flank, teasing at the memory of her old injury and leaving a faint sheen of his mass along her skin. He felt warmer than when they'd begun, softer, more intimate ... before he'd been cold to the touch like the tile or the cold metal of the air ducts. She dimly wondered if he was absorbing some of the heat from her body, or if this was just him further adapting his body for her pleasure.

She squirmed and writhed underneath him, biting her bottom lip and closing her eyes as she tried to resist the way her body begged to be filled. She twisted her hips as the small amount of him left within continued to humm and tease her sensative love canal. She remembered what this thing had done to her before all too clearly ... she didn't want to give him the pleasure of acknowleging the power he had over her. A light pinch at the sensitive nub of her clit broke her silence with a sharp gasp, her knees trying successfully to draw inward as the mass left within her changed how intensely it was stimulating each of her hot spots, denying her the chance to adjust to the way he teased her body.

She could feel the heat of tears rolling along her cheeks, a shuddering breath wracking her body as she clasped her hands into tight fists. She just wasn't strong enough, whether it was pleasure or pain he brushed her resistance aside casually, as if it was simply part of the game. Not for the first time, she was faced with the fact that on this island her body was meant to serve the lusts of something else, and for all she resisted it seemed that truth became engraved a little deeper into her with each meeting she had with these creatures.

" ... Please ... " her voice cracked under the strain to utter that word, bitterness on her tongue as the word lingered spitefully in her mouth.

Tears washed down her cheeks, tears of shame. He had not minded them though this time he had not tried to produce them not that that would have been much of a challenge even if he had refrained from placing his mind upon it and using standard brutish techniques.

He had proven to her before that he was capable of thinking outside the box and being less direct about matters after all though there was no need to this time. She selected pleasure and while she was still coming to terms with all that entailed that had not been his problem.

The girls of the island were all his plaything if he so chose and he was not alone in that … the few that were victimized were victimized often enough and that reality had to hit home. Ortix did not care though as pleasure and pain made no difference to him. He got off equally by both if a girl tried to resist or not only mattered on her end as he was going to benefit in the joys of pleasure.

Absorbing that liquid he drew the salty sweat from her. When he was finished with her he would leave her perfectly dry reabsorbing his slime into his body too. With reluctance he heard that word. He knew it had to be stinging her pride though he could have tormented her he had refrained from doing just that as she had selected pleasure this time around.

He grabbed her tits grasping them tightly as those slimy tongues traced over those peaks as those tiny mouths suckled the very flesh. He flowed quicker inside her adding volume to his girth in the process so she was at capacity with him pressing inside her hitting those spots again and again as he squeezed, sucked and licked those tits all at once.

His actual tongue cascaded against her neck between small nips to it that were meant more to entice then hurt though he had no actual teeth it was an easy matter in shaping the equivalent for the task at hand.

If Juniper were honest with herself, it would almost be better for her if Ortix acted out of some kind of grudge or personal interest. At least then it would be something she could understand, but instead he truly did seem impartial to her condition as he stoked the fires of her lust as expertly as he'd brought her agony before. Instead, she felt like a piece of fruit picked from a low hanging branch in response to satisfying some hunger. One girl as good as another, so long as his thirsts were slaked.

Of course, she was reminded that it was not merely his own appetites that were being addressed here as he responded to her shameful pleading by roughly grasping her breasts, pressing them more fully into the pseudo-mouths of his palms and sweeping his tongue in broad strokes over the soft swells of her chest in between teasing the sensitive peaks.

"AHN!" she barely had time to register his squeezing hands before he surged forward into her again, flooding her as he plunged the pseudopod deep into the quivering flesh of her sex. Her gasp choked out as he pressed in deep, pouring more of his mass inside to thicken the rod she was impaled on as he pushed it deeply into her core. She looked down in dim shock, seeing the bulge of his invading member receding against as he pulled, excess girth sluicing along the edges of her stuffed cunt as he thrust his way roughly inside again, still feeding move of his mass in to replace what was lost as he ensured she was filled to her limit.

For a brief moment, she was worried that he was going to split her open as he built up a rough pace, her body rocking with each deep thrust inside as he gripped her tightly, but despite how much pressed it's way into her he was still malleable enough that she felt nothing worse than the swell of his girth forcing its way into her and the deep impact of him slamming home. Those low, shocked grunts gave way to incredulous gasps of pleasure as she learned to accommodate him, the nips at her throat keeping her grounded and in the moment even as he overwhelmed her senses and threatened to cast her into unconsciousness. All the same, her eyes lost focus and rolled backwards as her lustful cries drowned out that tiny voice of propriety that urged her still not to surrender to him.