The tentacles popped and exploded within her infusing her with a rush of liquid. The liquid warm and tingly at first as it flowed over internal muscles. Relief had been brought with it along with a further awakening of those senses. She had been more aware of her surroundings despite her lack of sight.

While some of those tentacles slowed and eased others continued to sweep around her and even feast on her tits. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, muffled cries vibrating the tentacle that she was working on adding to those licks with her tongue. It appeared that she had not been the only one suffering from these enhancements given his reaction.

Her innards felt numb at first causing her motions to slow until she felt the return of these sensations. Her chin lifted as if to look at him though it was clear that he was behind her now. Had he moved? She had not been aware that he had shifted even with her heightened senses. Either he had been that stealthy or flexible to twist his head around her. Maybe he had multiple heads or even none at all with strange mouths on appendages … it was difficult to imagine things clearly. Daphnee didn't think of it too much.

As her body calmed down some he continued to arouse her as he ruffled through her things. She was aware of tentacles close by her head and felt others upon her. “Mmm ...” she moaned dipping back a little as her back arched in response.

He would come to figure out that her maps were full of notations. Areas that were circled were few … three in fact, two off the coast, while others had Xs. Names were written here and there or descriptions were none existed. Other spots had question marks with those names and descriptions. It looked to be a mess though from what he could make of it these were spots were she had encountered something.

Whether X, O or ? mark had to be some sort of ranking system. As for this stage that made little sense, of course it was a simple Prefect thing. A way to punish students by having them construct it in the first place. A punishment reserved for those that had minor infractions

“No I had nothing in mind.” She answered after allowing the tentacle to slip out of her mouth. “What do you mean by crowd pleaser?” Her mind fluttered to the weird abduction incident she had where she was watched by a multitude of beings.

For a moment, he let her rest. Her hyperventilation was a clear sign that her body had reached her limit.

The cortex computer hummed a low tune as it was tasked with scanning the maps and forming detailed images for him to read through later. The X, O and ? notations, some with descriptions was definitely some kind of training manual in which she would... have her minions work? Or could it be that she had established communications with extraterrestrial life forms? Or... perhaps it was possible that this was a 'map' of her encounters with strange beings - much like he had first met that clearly extraterrestrial beauty that had introduced him to the concept of magic.

While the machine continued its task, he focused his attentions on her as she went slack from the volley of orgasms that rumbled through her. The strong beat of her pulse hammering through her veins and the rush of air working through her nose eased his worries as she continued to eagerly service his length with her tongue. It was a little while later when she finally pulled back, and let the thing twitch a bit before it unloaded another dose of the sense-enhancing gel all over her cute face. The substance warmed up her skin as smaller lengths quickly applied the oozing stuff onto her skin, and he watched in satisfaction as her skin quickly took up the drug-infused liquid, imparting a lot of sensitivity onto her lips and tongue as he watched her lick her lips in delight before answering him.

“What do you mean by crowd pleaser?” she breathed out.

"Stages are meant to put a show on for a crowd, isn't it?" he replied to her query. "So why not try really fire up the crowd?"

Something that seemed less than an individual whole, but rather - a mass of narrow, wormlike tendrils explored the back of her neck as more of his tentacles coiled around her arms, legs and body - seeking out erogenous zones and easy-to-grip spots respectively as they serviced and held her up against him. Her skin, now sensitive enough to pick out minuscule details on these smaller tentacles - picked out how each ridge flowed into one another, as if formed by a series of ring-like muscles that now continued to massage her neck and the back of her head. Meanwhile, the trio of lengths exploring her ass finally began to work together as they licked on the rim of her ass, while a flat, tongue shaped length began to lick and tease her clit.

Next, her tits - thickly smeared with more of the sense-enhancing gel, got the same treatment as her face from the finger-like lengths that explored her body. The smooth shafts quickly worked the gel into her skin, leaving her breasts flush and sensitive - and this he took immediate use of, suckers on her nipples. Finger-like lengths groping her tits again, while what felt like tongues loaded with twitching tastebuds licked her bust again, lubricating her body properly for... whatever he had in mind for next.

"...if you're ready for it, girl." 'Frank''s voice chimed in. "Well, are ya? I know I am..."

Gel splattered against her face. First cool then heating up. Some of the more dexterous tentacles smeared that gel against her features and she could feel a steady warmth radiating out from her cheeks. Her lips felt susceptible to air currents feeling them as the movement of tentacles stirred them up as they moved and rubbed against her. She could pick out their texture easier now too.

Her tongue tingled with that added sensitivity feeling it vibrate with each intake of breath. It felt weird and at the same time pleasant.

Her clit rubbed by one of the flatter spade like tentacles while a trio of smaller ones played with her ass. Her skin glistened in the sun coated in that much gel that turned every exposed inch of her into a nerve.

While he answered her she was still confused. An audience of students would have been horrified fleeing at the first opportunity. An audience of monsters? If that were the case they would want to join in at some point? Her mind conjured up those shadow things that Therion summoned. Could he do something of the sort making his own audience?

“Yeah but … this stage wasn't constructed to be used at all ...” She didn't think that she could explain or if that actually mattered.

Her enhanced senses reached out. It was a bit overwhelming making sense of it all as tentacles played against her breasts after giving them a brief brake. Each movement, nodule and rivet of those tentacles had been felt along with their numbers, the scent coming off of the ones that came, the ones that had not.

She heard the swaying of branches and felt a breeze tickling her skin. She didn't pick out anyone but them present. “Don't we need an audience?” Confusion evident in her voice but she moved on ignoring her own question. “I'm ready, what did you have in mind?”

She had taken some time to recover. Despite her desires being so strong, perhaps she had really been pushed to her limit. He took note of this as he continued to ease off on her body, shifting from the more erotic groping to a more manageable, simpler massage that served to work the exhaustion lingering in her limbs out. At last, she answered.

“Yeah but … this stage wasn't constructed to be used at all ...”

"That may well be so, but isn't the stage seeing some use right now?" he responded to her question.

Again, she fell silent - her body moving slightly against the few tentacles that now explored her body, her breathing rapidly returning to normal now that he wasn't aggressively working her from one apex of pleasure to another. She took another breath and finally appeared to go fully slack before she finally relented.

“Don't we need an audience?” she finally spoke, her eyes moving under the fleshy folds that prevented her from seeing at all. The rumble of air working through his gills in excitement as she put this statement forth was all that he showed of his own excitement to her. Not only she was into tentacles, but she had proposed this entire idea of her own volition, with no mental compulsion on his end. Perhaps realizing what what she had just implied, she finally yielded.

“I'm ready, what did you have in mind?”

He didn't reply right away, but judging by the stronger lengths wrapping around her body and lifting her into the air, the sound of flesh working between flesh as the smaller tentacles zeroed in on her as she was turned around to face the open area where the audience would sit. Blindfolded as she was, she wouldn't exactly see anyone there even if anyone was in the empty area where the audience would sit. Again, those powerful lengths gently guided her to stand on a mass of wriggling flesh that provided her bare feet with some level of comfort in lieu of the low-grade wood. As he emerged from the depths of stage to get a better grip on her body, he began slide extremely narrow lengths that felt less like tentacles and more like fingers just below her chin, the lengths appearing to pick out points on her head before latching on with a series of tiny suckers to her neck and the back of her head. The lubricant-slathered lengths that had been aggressively groping and fucking her now slowly circled around her body, delicate tips applying more of that gel to her body, the motions of its tough flesh translating to a pleasurable touch over her stockings.

"You will provide the audience." he finally spoke, and listened to her body twitch as she processed his words. Was it shame, then arousal, then... excitement? that she felt at the idea? He continued after a small pause, exhaling from his simple lungs, then inhaling air to continue the masquerade of the spoken word. "Relax. You're too far away from your dwellings to be able to draw someone to this stage with just your voice. Instead, relax and visualize your dream audience. Perhaps they're a crowd of your peers? Strangers? Or would you prefer to perform for a more exotic clientele?"

Daphnee would recover but she knew the advantages of getting a quick brake especially during marathon sessions. It wasn't often that they were made available to her. Her mind would be more coherent in any case as it was the first thing to go when the veil of pleasure swept over her.

He relaxed his touch from overwhelming her. The increased sensations had been new and would take some getting use to. If anything she was adaptable and would figure something out as far as how to endure that touch. Maneuvered she found herself standing on a carpet of tentacles instead of the wood of the stage.

Tentacles that seemed too small for anything but manipulating objects had been quite flexible attaching to her neck and head while others circled her drawing the now warm liquid across her skin which prickled with the feel.

Daphnee was still a bit confused. While she sensed nothing beyond her obstructed vision outside of him shifting upward from beneath the stage. Wood creaked, louder than it had been. There had been no mistake that the stage had been made and that they were using it now. But summoning an audience … she had no gifts in that department.

True she could gather up the girls that she was suppose to discipline. That would take time of course and it wasn't anything she wanted to do. Having her peers see her in such a vulnerable state would undermine her authority … not that others would believe them outside of the group selected it would still hamper her with that select group or so she thought. Maybe it could work. Maybe.

But he explained further diverting her away from these thoughts. It was easier to picture those aliens. Though they viewed her remotely while she was on that ship it wasn't a stretch to envision so many faces out there in person. Large, small and bizarre ones. Some that she wouldn't have expected to have any sexual interest in her at all but she knew from experience that that hadn't been the case.

It was easy to use what she had been taught by Slimer. Instead of visualizing knots she was instead visualizing aliens. She could even hear them whispering in various languages as they studied her. She even picked out snippets making sense of a word here and there, hell she was the one envisioning it.

What they were expecting or wanted to do to her.

“Aliens. So many of them. Different types.” She supplied as her head scanned from side to side as if taking them in. She considered. It would be impossible to strip again without getting dressed first. Nor did she suspect that she could just stand there without an audience getting restless if she didn't start doing something soon.

So she pretended as if she were holding something operating one of her dolls, making the same motions with it that would have had it swinging a gaze out over them. Then she threw her voice again manipulating it by adding a harsher German accent to it and making it sound more masculine.

“Why waste time with clothes, yeah? We know why you have come. But I ask who is the puppet? Me or this marionette?” Daphnee moved against the tentacles holding her then relaxed against them. “Sorry we were out of string so we had to make due.”

For a moment, his sensory palps pressed so close against her brain organ, he almost felt her thoughts - like flickering stars behind a velvet curtain. Snatches of words, thoughts and sensations oozed out of her as he slowly pushed the probes to 'sync' with her. He felt her mind struggle with something involving 'her authority' - yes, she had mentioned that she was a prefect of some kind. Then...

“Aliens. So many of them. Different types.” she suggested - and how she set upon visualizing them was such a jolt that he exhaled in excitement as the synchronization began. Her mind was a rich, kinky field that put his hentai funrom collection to shame as she conjured up images of a variety of exotic extraterrestrial lifeforms, the images being resonated back to the sensory pads as he began to subtly manipulate her senses. Using what she had provided as a template, he then began to 'build' upon the image he would shoot into her mind next.

Incredibly agile lengths slowly caressed her bared tits, drawing the eyes of the fantastic audience that had now gathered. The stage shifted, the woodwork being covered slowly but surely with his lengths, providing another layer to the illusion that the simple woodwork stage was now a larger, and definitely noisier avenue. The alien lifeforms she mentally conjured up, their forms and voices were amplified and fed back into her mind via the tiny neural transmitter-tipped lengths that now explored her head.

That was when she cracked open her secret weapon. It caught him completely unaware, and he could only watch in silence. She visualized a small, well-crafted puppet, then threw her voice once more.

“Why waste time with clothes, yeah? We know why you have come. But I ask who is the puppet? Me or this marionette?” Daphnee moved against the tentacles holding her then relaxed against them. “Sorry we were out of string so we had to make due.” the newcomer noted, earning some applause from the audience that had gathered so far - as she moved against the tentacles binding her arms and legs, inadvertently shifting the nodules teasing her rear a little closer to her holes in the process. Recovering within seconds, he shot back the image of the monsters agreeing with the little puppet, looking eagerly at what her next move would be.

A striptease, followed up by stand-up comedy. The combination was so amazing that he would have burst out laughing if not for his own attempt at remaining calm while his catch did the psychic heavy lifting for him. Of course, it was now his turn to 'resonate' with her effort. He then began to shift his skin to match the myriad monsters and aliens that she was visualizing. This task done, he prepared to move them as she visualized her audience. Curious touches at first as the show continued, then eager groping.

"You've been a fantastic assistant so far." he praised her as she stood steadfast and nude against the crowd of aliens and monsters that seemed to fill in row after row of the audience as her eyes wandered in the darkness, the injected senses slowly taking over her vision and hearing - making the vista so much more real to their mind's eyes. "Then, let's make this show a little more interesting... visualize all these alien beings as your fans. You've just given them a wonderful striptease performance, and they're cheering for you as you shed the last piece of clothing on your body. Feel their cheers thrumming in your chest as you take up the game. This stage is yours, and every eye in the audience is held captive by your body. This is your Stage."

One of the aliens then responded, cutting through her thoughts. "So why are we here?"

Another alien grinned, his tentacles wrapped around a series of tickets. "Why, it's time for the lottery."

He could sense her doubts, and he mimicked the voice that she had provided him.

"Teufel! Have you being paying no attention? You'll be picking out the lucky winner that's going take you for a ride, right here and now! Pick a number, any number, yeah? It's simple as! Got it?"

He then picked up her panties, and pressed it into her hand.

"Why not try throwing it to the crowd?" he finally suggested, shifting his voice back to normal. "It'd keep them at bay as you pick out the winner... or, if having a fun romp with a whole bunch of them's more your style, you're free to do that instead..."

The crowd had suddenly gone deathly silent at this declaration. Some are desperately looking through their raffle tickets, others eagerly peer at the nude girl on stage, clearly hoping that she would go for an orgy option.

She feels the stage beneath her feet transform. Spongy, her augmented senses tell her just what she is walking on. The tentacles stretch taught here and there whenever she moves too far. Her minds eye taking in the audience as she process all that she sees and what he relays.

The faces, for the most part are familiar. There are a few beings that she had encountered on the island or at least beings that appear similar. Colors changed, textures a bit different. The majority being those aliens that had watched her before. Many are generic faces since she had little contact with them outside the monitors. Most were the typical alien gray, some hulking reptilians though there are a few weirder creatures there, multi eyed or limbed beings, plenty of tentacle monsters. Some even a bizarre combination.

She feels the applause in her chest. Looking down she sees her own panties then looks up at the discussed lottery. She considers for a moment allowing the suspense to built. “Well, well, well, looks like I'd be in the way.” Fritz, her puppet hops down out of her gasp. She follows his animated movements then tosses the panties.

Watching several aliens fight over the scraps she drops to her knees crawling towards the edge of the stage even as she is teased by tentacles. When reaching the edge she plucks a ticket from the aliens hand, looks at it then the hopeful crowd.

After the fighting dies down she announces the winner only to wage a finger after the alien is about ready to get on the stage.

“You are not the winner.” Sitting with her legs splayed she dabs a finger inside herself. Green eyes closing as she moans and stirs it against her pink walls. Opening an eye she plucks forth another ticket. “Not you either.” She announces after a quick once over. Sitting up she glances over the crowd slowly.

“You!” She points at a slug-like being. She makes a come hither motion with her finger then smiles. “And you.”

Pointing towards an alien chimera that resembled a Minotaur. “After for those that don't get caught up in the show and simply loose it can come up any time an alien leaves the stage in order of your ticket numbers starting from lowest to highest … barring those two ...” Daphnee explained then waited for the first two aliens to approach.

The touch of the tentacles around her limbs felt... distant now - as if she was wearing several layers of clothing as she watched the sluglike alien and the blue-skinned minotaur-like alien climb up the stage, ignoring the stairs in their eagerness to get to her. The sound of the scuffle as the creatures went diving for her panties felt real as she watched the small fight shift away from the stage. It doesn't last, though - as a tiny, 3-foot tall grey alien triumphantly takes up her panties, his face expressionless - but his glistening black eyes convey all the triumphant emotion of a football star on a game-winning touchdown.

The sluglike creature wrapped several lengths around her body as it approached, the slick sensation of flowing flesh working across her bared skin feeling rather realistic as it shuffled up to face her, the shifting mass of fleshy flaps on the 'head' rumbling in excitement as it seemed to be overwhelmed by merely touching his idol. The minotaur is more forthcoming - he strides behind her and fondles her breasts hard, and while it seemed that the slug was either unable to speak or naturally mute, the minotaur's rich - slightly accented voice fills the stage.

"My word, are as beautiful as I imagined you would be..." he breathes out as his thick fingers squeeze and tug her nipples, before revealing a mass of serpentine cocks swirling around her body. A variety of tentacle cocks both almost familiar to the utterly alien closed in on her as the slug continued to press against her bosom, letting the minotaur apply its natural gels to her tits with broad, powerful strokes of its massive palms. Its prehensile, gooey tentacles work around her hips, exploring her backside as the minotaur's central cock caresses her thighs as it rises to full erection. "Please excuse my friend - he cannot speak like you or I, but rest assured - we would like to enjoy you fully..."

The slug-creature's touch felt unearthly on her bare skin as it glided across her stomach, pushing into her ever so slightly as the mino-chimera eagerly licked her neck with a tongue that seemed to twitch in excitement as it ran a trail of pleasure up and down the back of her neck as the chimeric cock began to prod at her pussy. From her position, it was impossible to tell what kind of tool he had or how long it was, but it felt almost prehensile and well-muscled, judging by the way it felt as it caressed the insides of her thighs. From out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the rest of the audience watching the proceedings up close - some had even started casually masturbating...

"That's it. Visualize what his shaft looks like as it makes its way into you..."

The scuffle brief, she spots Fritz, the imagined dummy out there among the audience attempting to get out of the way it dips beneath a seat to avoid being trampled. Wooden eyes stare back at her but her gaze shifts as the eager aliens advance. The slug flows up the wooden steps as if they don't exist while the Minotaur approaches from the other end hoping up onto the stage before closing.

What she assumes to be security escorts the selected aliens away. Though she can't hear them it is clear they are grumbling and are dragging their feet. She doesn't watch for long, however. Sandwiched between the two aliens folds of flesh wrap over her as the slug partially curls up over her then unfolds again and again. It felt as if it had been squeezing her, touching her and leaving a thin slimy residue upon her.

Then she is groped from behind. Rougher fingers grasp and squeeze the spots not taken by the slug. The two are in sync in that regard.

“Ohhh ...” Daphnee tilts her head back. Before her eyes close she catches sight of the audience. While it's just out of the corner of her eye she sees the blur of motion as hands and tentacles move vigorously back and forth making it clear what they are doing.

Her heart spikes at the feel of the Minotaur. Surprised by the plethora of cocks that hit the back of her thighs. That was not what she was expecting, the source of her elevated heart rate calming as she makes sense of it all. Not long afterward she feels a thick rod snaking against the inside of her thigh.

It's wet, smooth and thick. Like a snake it worms it's way against her. Her eyes open and she peeks back over her shoulder at the blue skinned alien.

“Don't make me regret my decision,” it was better than the feeble don't break me line. Given how thick his partner was, not that the alien behind her was small by any means. He also had more members to add to the central cock that was lining up against her.

Daphnee visualized those cocks. The slug could probably contract to squeeze into the narrowest of places. While the Minotaur's seemed solid and unable to do so. Oddly she saw the swarm of cocks like a revolver able to rotate in a strange way so that it could change out the central cock with another of different or similar size. It didn't make much sense nor did that swarm.

His stamina should be impressive. When one cock was exhausted he could switch it for a fresh one … unless all of them were linked in some way. She assumed he had only one set of balls after all. Still there was a part of her that imagined that he might not ever leave the stage or last near to the end.

Focus. She reached a hand back rubbing it against a cheek. The other feel to the slug. Normally it would rest on a shoulder if he had one. The touch feels wet but smooth, a natural lubricant that assists with her hand gliding against his skin. Looking back she focuses on those eye stalks. Leaning forward she licks one tasting honey of all things. “And that goes for you too.”

“Don't make me regret my decision,” she replied as the minotaur took center-stage, roughly groping her tits now. The slug, seemingly incensed by her words, lets out a series of clicking sounds, and the chimera-like monster guffawed.

"Hoh. I believe you've hurt his pride, my human." he sighs as he finally presses the tip of the first length against her mons - a fleshy pair of wall-like cleaves that tease her dripping nethers with it's constantly shifting muscular motions, the 'skin' peeling back to reveal a reddish length as it finally decides to make its way into her, the gargantuan length working its way into her with frightening ease as her pussy took the monstrous pillar in. Almost at the same time, the slug-like creature draped its 'neck' across her other end, her skin exploding into pinpricks of pleasure, which bloomed out like a cool wave across her body after a few seconds. She felt the slug's body move like living liquid as it formed a pseudopenis as it desperately sought to penetrate her occupied cunt. Failing that, it decided to work its way into her ass. The tip went in first, and more kept flowing in, filling her out from the inside as the chimera-like monster used the oily lubrication dripping from the slug's quivering length to continue.

It was enormous, and as each inch was driven into her, she felt its girth throb, the five hearts of this monster beating wild as he took her. The monster's palms pressed against her bosom, offering her tits to the slug to tease with as it enveloped her breasts with that living gel, then began to grope her tits while the minotaur eased off, and focused on holding her waist steady while he continued drive his massive cock into her depths. Even now, she could count the veins and throbs as it slid into her - deeper, far deeper than she though it was possible.

How many inches had it been so far?

Judging by the monstrous length, she would have been torn asunder - and yet, for some reason she managed to endure the massive cock that STILL kept going deeper into her. Despite this, the slug's embrace has cut off any notion of pain from her body as it continued to molest her tits and work its way into her rear end. From out of the corner of her eye, she saw the crowd lean close to the stage, licking their lips in excitement as they watched the human girl do the impossible.

The slug-like creature now was eagerly sucking on her tits somehow - her nipples being tugged by the creature's body as her bosom was covered in its translucent body. As she licked the slug's sweet eyestalks in response, it lets out a curious purr - the entirety of its being shuddering in delight as it exuded a sweetish cloud into the air before letting out another series of clicks.

"He says he was merely surprised." the minotaur explains as he licks her neck again. "Try breathing it in. It'll be good for you. Oh, and if you can't handle this - you must make it clear, immediately. Do you understand?" The last part was spoken in a tone that sounded less like a monster and more like a commanding officer.

“I meant no offense,” Daphnee stated. She soon found herself being attacked from both sides. To her front the slug was molding and sucking on her breasts, the Minotaur shifting his hands down to her waist. Folds of the slug's flesh curled over her breasts and unfolded making a suction motion against her.

She felt the hardness of the Minotaur press into her. Her green eyes shot opened, that member felt stuffed inside her. On top of that the slug was trying to assert herself in too. That was impossible! The slug came to the same conclusion instead bring that prehensile member to her rear. Both members felt impossible big inside her. Captured between the two, yet there had been no pain. Not from their sizes nor both being in operation at the same time.

“OH GAWD!”

There seemed no end either as they kept going and going without end. In part it reminded her of the slug-like creature she had encountered before. Perhaps it had been her memories of that that produced such images now. Were they images and thoughts? It all seemed so real, as real as her eager spectators.

There was an odd purr coming off of the slug as she licked it. A sensitive spot? The sweet taste in her mouth the Minotaur brought her back to the present translating what was said.

“Huh? O-OK,” she answered, her body clamping around those cocks, shaking a little as a mini orgasm sweeps through her as if preparation in what was to come.

She expected something to hit her face. When nothing came she leaned in to that eye stalk a bit more. Taking in a deep breath, then another of that sweet scent as she braced herself for what was to come.

"Very good. Take slow, deep breaths." the shifting alien beast coached her. "Let it suffuse through your veins and take your body. Don't rush or else you'll find yourself losing it when things get really good."

It looked like a cloud of aphrodisiac right out of a hentai anime, but as she breathed in the cool, sweet-scented cloud before her, the strange chemicals in the air quickly crossed her blood barrier, infusing her whole body with renewed vigor - as if she had had a good night's sleep in a 6-star hotel. Awareness flooded into her body as the chimera-like monster continued to slowly push her forward, letting the mute slug squeak in delight as it found its pseudopods pressured by her body. The massive shaft in her cunt finally halted - driven so deep that she had trouble discerning just HOW deep it had gone, and wondering why her abdomen wasn't distended outwards in a sick parody of a pregnancy.

Now enjoying the full taste of her body, the slug continued to pump that sweet-smelling mist into the air, each breath she took further driving her to full wakefulness as it eagerly groped her body by utilizing the currents flowing in its almost liquid body. Her breasts were roughly teased, her nipples tugged on hard - the pleasurable sensations forming an acute balance against the massive cock in her cunt that had now gone silent. Undeterred, the slug-like creature continued to let more of its length flow into her, making sure to stop and tease her particularly sensitive spots before sliding ever deeper into her. The oily texture of the thing worming its way into her ass seemed to peel apart partially, lubricating the massive shaft that had laid claim to her cunt, filling her out so completely.

The slug-like alien in front of her continued its odd, almost melodic tapping noises with the strange, 7-lobed organ that seemed to work like a fleshy sucker on the tip of a tongue - she wasn't sure WHAT it did, though - as it prodded around her neck and chin. Powerful, muscular fingers that looked like it could rip a tree in half with ease closed around her chin and face, gently working her mouth open. She had expected the slug to start fucking her throat almost immediately, but then she felt the chimera's other hand slide into the mass of liquid flesh that bound her bosom, roughly squeezing it to get her attention.

"Now then... prepare yourself." he nodded approvingly as she continued to eagerly breathe in the sweet gases the slug was spewing out as he continued to grope her tit, all the while shifting his hips in a circular motion to 'stir' the enormous length buried in her snatch, causing it to work its girth against her sensitive spots. A loud 'oohhh' went up from the crowd, as if they realized what was about to happen next. Sitting at the edge of the stage was the tiny grey-skinned humanoid, her panties worn on his head, peering intently at what was about to happen.

It had been clear that the two aliens had worked together in the past. The Minotaur understanding the language of the slug, the knowledge of what it was doing. Or maybe he had seen it in action before and knew what to expect. The crowd certainly did as she would later become aware of.

The cock in her pussy eventually stopped. How deep was it? Daphnee could not say though the lubricated member didn't even display a bulge as if it hadn't been within her at all. And yet she could feel how stretched out she had been around it. It stopped though the one in her ass kept going only pausing every so often to attack various portions of her that she would have never expected to be so sensitive.

“Oh FUCK!”

Sucking and licking on that eye stalk she drew in more of that sweet scented air. She wasn't clear what it was doing, if it were an aphrodisiac she had already been in the throes of desire feeling the additional attention of those cocks. She wanted it of course, her mind spiraling over the strangeness of everything that defied logic.

Her tits were sucked on, the chimera adding to it by a rough squeeze. Her nipples stiff from all the attention or desire Daphnee was pulled back to the present.

The slug looked as if it were going to take her mouth as well but fell short of doing so as if waiting for a cue. About that time she felt a stirring in her pussy as that cock made circular motions. It was so BIG that it had no trouble hitting the entirety of her passage. There was no way he could miss those sensitive parts of her.

Fire seemed to be applied directly to these spots. It felt incredible. Serving to gather up more of her juices Daphnee had cum already, her walls barely clenching against that girth.

“OHHHHHH!!!!!” Her head tilted back, mouth opened wide for the slug. Catching the reaction of the crowd for just a moment as she spiraled out of control. All while drawing in that rich scent. But needless to say Daphnee had been conditioned to endure.

The lone verbal warning was all that alerted her to what was coming next as the minotaur let out a similar series of clicks, to which the slug responded immediately by moving onto her completely, its oily pseudopods binding her arms in front of her body, demonstrating a sudden, surprising level of strength from the delicate mass of translucent, stretchy flesh. Next, she felt the creature move like a liquid serpent, zeroing in on her open mouth like a living dildo made of liquid that eagerly drove itself down her throat, her gag reflex completely suppressed by now. As if slightly in the distance, she felt tentacles wrap around her ankles - she was tied securely to the slug's semiliquid body.

The next thing she knew, the powerful palm of the chimeric beast, with all seven muscular fingers was pressing her forward and down onto the body of the slug, which eagerly doubled back to form a comfortable cushion for her to get down on her hands and knees. The slug bulked up slightly as the tentacles held her down, lifting her hands and feet off the floor and providing her body with some relief. Satisfied with the fact that she was properly cushioned and resting securely on the slug's body, the minotaur then nodded as he shifted his cock around slightly to tease her.

Any argument or plea she would have come up with was suddenly crushed as the minotaur began to fuck her, HARD. The crowd cheers excitedly as the massive shaft pounds away at her cunt, causing the previously quick slimy tentacle in her ass look like it was taking a breather in comparison. Pleasure flooded her mind, flooding out even the cheers of the crowd that watched the spectacle. Even the questions in her head were crushed by the sheer force of wave after wave of orgasms barreling towards her mind. The slimy body of the slug provided the perfect bed - cushioning her body from the powerful impacts of the ginormous beast behind her, while simultaneously providing a complementary side dish of pleasure by roughly groping her tits and prodding at her most sensitive spots in her ass.

"Sing your pleasure to us." the voice of the alien beast spoke, the voice fogged by the sheer levels of pleasure that being fucked so hard was bringing her.

Her hands brought out in front of her, her body angled for the slug as he took her mouth with a pseudo pod that had no taste. If anything it felt like water as it flowed down her throat. Where it had been the mist or some other factor it went deep without triggering her gag reflex at all.

Meanwhile her body had been shifted from behind until now she was on her knees straddling the slug. The cushion of his body became quickly familiar to her as she was pushed down into it, the slime molding over her as she laid face down against it. Every so often she was lifted upward from a thrust beneath her but this had been rare in the contrast of those downward spiraling motions.

Cheers had been quickly cut off from her given how intense things were around her.

Hands and legs had been lifted upward as the slug inflates somewhat prior to those quick hard thrusts. It had almost been as if he were an air bag to prevent injury that her body may have made by being jack hammered into the stage despite the presence of the slug. There had been a brief tease before he started but once he did she felt those full thrusts as fingers dug into her breasts.

Unable to speak she couldn't protest even if she had wanted to. The rhythmic clapping of his hips against her ass resounded in her ears along with a squishing sound from contact with the slug as that member continued to press into her. Was there an end to it? It felt as if it were zig zagging now, probably in her small intestines and still going strong.

“Mmmahhhooohhh!” Mewls and moans of pleasure emitted around that pseudo pod. Her tongue slipped against the tasteless appendage when it could. She was unable to move much outside of that and the tremble that rushed over her as she came undone, juices pooling over the very length hammering into her though one followed the other with the constant stimulation. She felt as if she were falling off of a mountain. It felt as if she was falling forever never quit hitting the ground as her pleasure hadn't been allowed to let up.