I was awakened on my 18th day at Shokushu by a loud knock on the door. It was one of my many new friends, the girl with pink hair that sits next to me in physics class. “Wake up sleepy head, it’s great outside, supposed to be crazy hot. A few of us are going to the beach for the day. Wanna come, please?” she asked excitedly. Still half asleep I replied, “I’d love to, but I’m still in my gown, and I haven’t eaten yet.” “That’s ok silly, it’s only 7:50am, get your suit on and we’ll meet you in the dining hall, okay”? She was quite convincing, giggling as she backed away from the door, batting her eyelashes like I was her high school crush. “Okay, I’ll meet you guys in 10 minutes”, I said smiling.

The last time we went to the beach it was an all day thing, we even missed dinner, so I want to make sure and grab a muffin and a couple apples after breakfast for later. I never saw apples in Tyre, but I have really come to like them a lot. Now for the biggest decision, that might take the full 10 minutes … which swim suit to wear? The only one I haven’t worn yet is the blue one, kind of a teal blue actually with white threads running through. It truly is my favorite, but it barely covers all the important parts. I wasn’t sure if it would be okay here at Shoshuku, but a lot of the girls have quite revealing suits. I guess with no boys here it’s okay.

I slipped off my nightgown, stepped one foot at a time into the cheekie like bottoms that exposed the lower half of my butt cheeks, hence the name. The top of the bottoms rested below my hipbones and just at my pubic line, although no hairs would ever creep out, I keep it nicely trimmed. For the top, the back ties around my ribs cage, where a bra would sit, leaving two strips of fabric that cross in the front just covering the centers of each breast, squeezing them slightly as it ties tightly around my neck. I ran to the mirror to double check that my nipples were completely covered. I looked great, but my hair was a bit of a mess. For the sake of time, I swept it up into a single ponytail. “That will do”, I said with a smile, throwing on my cover-up. I grabbed my towel and key as I ran out the door.

We spent most of the day at the beach, and it was great fun. I didn’t really swim, but definitely dunked myself to cool down often. I just started eating my second apple as the sun began to set, while we all lay around, winding down from the ball tosses and girl chats. The other girls were ready to head back, but I wanted to stay and watch the sun set over the water like I used to back home. “Don’t stay out here too long”, the girl with the pink hair said. “I won’t, see you shortly”, I replied giving her a hug and waving to the others.

The alien arrived just as the last of the beach goes were leaving. Blast, missed them! Now, they're all heading back to the cmpus in gr--- What have we here? He saw Allirabeth looking out at the sunset. Ye gods, was she shaped well. The swim suit she wore did nothing to stop his eyes as they rolled over the carmel skinned girl.

Let's get started, then. He extended his consciousness out to brush hers and gave her an impulse-hidden suggestion.

Go into the water.

It would make her want to walk until she was waist deep in the ocean, and she would feel as if she had wanted to do it herself. She wouldn't question it as unusual.

I watched the horizon line turn an amazing mix of orange and red, with a hint of purple streaming through it as the sky darkened. "One more dip before heading back", I said outloud while standing up. Adjusting my skewed swimsuit top to regain what tiny bit of modesty remained, I walked towards the water.

The warm sand between my toes turned cool the closer I got to the waves racing to meet me. The water that rushed over my feet and up to my ankles felt cold as it touched my skin. Each step I took brought the water higher up my legs, nipping at my thighs, then lapping my crouch as I paused for a minute.

“Aahhh” I yelped, as the water reached upward and bit the small of my back with the cold of ice, making my whole body tense and my nipples harden, but I pushed onward till the water met my ribs just below my overflowing breasts.

Yes, that is perfect. He would lick his chops if he had a mouth, or a tongue for that matter. He gently prodded her mind, keeping her there while he dropped down into the sand where her beach towel was. He spread out the little wrinkes and imperfection, making sure she kept watching the sunset with the little mindgame he was playing.

As the sun began to get lower, he stepped into the water without a sound, walking with the noise of the waves to mask his approach. The tentacles in his left arm extended and one dropped below the waves.

Hello, lovely. She would hear the voice as though it came from directly behind her, and then feel the tendril underwater coil around her stomach while two others restrained her arms and lifted them over her head. The fourth took up station where the others put her arms together and tied them twice.

Now that they were free the pair that had held her wrists released and slid down her arms. One rubbed over her shoulder and down into the top of her bikini. It pulled along the orbs and paid special attention to their peaks, poking and prodding them inward. The other traced along the small of her back, and would occasionally tug the waistband of her bottoms back.

I tried to look down, unable to fully grasp what was happening, but with my arms stretched upward it was hard to move at all. The weight of my body was no longer completely on the ocean floor, now partially suspended by my arms in the air. I had no idea what had hold of me. Powerful, yet soft and smooth, an octopus or squid maybe, I questioned.

My anxiety was building and it was getting harder to focus and think rationally, but I heard someone the second it grabbed me, maybe they are still close enough to hear me? I thought. At that same moment though, it squeezed my stomach tighter as I inhaled to yell. Only a whispered, “help” filled the air.

It was inside my top now and moving down my lower back. I struggled to move and get free, but I still couldn’t move at all. My only hope was that someone would see me, someone would get help, or save me.

He heard her meager cry for help. Why would I do that? I think you look rather appealing like this. The four tentacles in his right arm extended and joined the forray. The one rummaging in her top coiled around one of her boobs and gave it a light squeeze, testing its texture and grip. Another joined it and circled the same way its twin did on her other mound, wrapping around the base and flicking over the vulnerable peak.

She felt herself get lifted lightly and moving backwards. Zhiric walked back until just her kneecaps were above the water and set her back down, but only so that her toes touched the sandy surface below. Her entire body was suspended by the coil holding her wrists fully in place.

Let her see me? No, that will come later. Let's leave her guessing for now.

The appendage in that was exploring the small of her back became more adventurous, dipping down into her bottoms and gropping across her well shaped ass. One came around lightly and started stroking along her sternum, while the last two began running along her inner thighs, applying just enough pressure to keep them apart and not cause any discomfort.

Why not tell me your name, my dear?

My eyes were clinched closed, pushing out tears of confusion.

“How is it that I hear you?” came out a whispered whine. Who am I talking to, an octopus? I must be crazy, I thought.

“This is only a dream, this is only a dream”, I said out loud repeatedly.

My skin was covered with goose bumps that seemed to multiply as the air hit me. The tendrils that wrapped my wrists, my waist, my hips, and squeezed my breasts seemed to confirm the water temperature, causing my nipples to harden even more, protruding toward the creature that toyed with them.

The organism never stopped moving, sliding, gripping, searching every inch of my body as if trying to find solace.

As it pulled apart my thighs so slightly, and my toes moved barely across the sandy floor, I just kept thinking I had to be imagining this. I must have fallen asleep on my towel, and at any moment I will wake up, and head back to my nice warm bed, I hoped.

She heard chuckling at her question. How is it that you hear me? I believe you humans call it telepathy. The relentless assault didn't cease. Why would he?

Only a dream? I must disagree. It is very much real. As if to confirm this the searching lengths that had wrapped around her breasts gave them a light squeeze. Would you like to see me? He spoke in a soft, relaxing manner. He wanted to ease her, let her slide it. As much as he enjoyed himself, sometimes the prey needed to enjoy it as well.

At least, that was what he was projecting to her. In reality, he didn't care. He was going to use her and toss her away for the next creature to find and do as it wished.

One of the tendrils stroking along her thighs came up higher, stroking just barely away from her slit. He was going to make her his eventually, but why not take time to enjoy every little flavor he could eek out of her?

I quickly inhaled when I felt it run itself up my thigh. “Y-Yes”, I said softly, “if you, are real, yes.”

I thought if I could see it, this would all make sense. “I just want to know … what you want with me?” I struggled to get the words out.

She could feel herself being turned until she was staring at the blue-skinned alien. What do I want with you? Well, for starters, to enjoy all your tasty little charms. From there, who knows? She was moved within range of his hands and turned again. All this time the assaults had not ceased. If anything they had intensified. His hands came up and without much concern for her modesty popped open the back of her bikini top. She was temporarily lowered so that he could pull it up and off her body and tossed it to shore.

Raised back into position with her toes dangling, one hand snaked around to trace along her still covered sex. He was trying to illicit a gasp from her so that the tendril on her sternum could shoot up into her mouth and begin pumping into that orifice.

Time to play another command into her. He reached back into her mind and pressed with about as much force as he had on his first persuasion.

Relax...

I could hardly believe my eyes, but at least I knew I was not imagining voices. Before me stood a man like none I had ever seen before. He was the most beautiful blue color, and had skin that seemed to glisten in the first signs of moonlight. I knew already how smooth he felt. He was real all right, I thought, as he exposed the full of my breasts . . . and male.

I grinned to myself for I could tell somehow, before I even knew it, his voice perhaps and his touch. Even a virgin can sense erotic intensions.

“No” I said quickly, resisting the elevated state my captor has chosen for me. I wrongfully thought, maybe, he was going to release me. It hurt my shoulders to be lifted like this, but whether he knew it or not the discomfort was somehow eased by the touch of his extensions as they force their way along the peaks and borders of my being.

“Hhuuu”, I inhaled as he touched the doorway to my untapped hole. From his reaction my mouth opened as if to receive him, instead of the air I drew in. Then, for no apparent reason that I knew of, I relaxed totally. Although exposed to the world, exposed to him fully, my inhibition was gone. My chilled ridged body became so limp that he would have to regain his grip on my wrists, or let me slip down to the ground completely.

Zhiric watched the handiwork of his suggestion as she relaxed. He lowered her until her feet fully touched the sand below, certain she would not run. Her mind would realize later she had been manipulated, but by then she would have been used and discarded.

Supporting her own weight, the grip on her hands was just to ensure she didn't break his control and flee. His hand continued the slow dance across her hidden womanhood, except on the third pass it would make, it would press with a slightly greater force. If she looked down at the hand, she would even see the tentacles sprouting from the wrist, just behind the joint. It looked like simply a membrane that meshed flawlessly with the skin and opened when they were extended.

Speaking of these appendages, the one in her mouth continued to plug away. The novelty of this was not lost on the Vedric. These humans were auditory creatures as much as they were visual, but that their mouths could be used in such a manner? He'd not even seen this in his stint on N.I.C.E.'s lab, but he had heard the men who "escorted" him talk about it.

The tail of his twitched behind his back and out of her sight. Every time it would pass to one side of the body, he would squeeze one orb, and relax it to squeeze the other when it crossed to the other side of his back. The pair of tentacles on her inner thighs pressed harder, trying to get a more vocal response from her. Both of them were running right along the skin below where his hand had taken up station, and occasionally they would brush against each other.

Tell me, what is your name? I asked earlier, but got no reply from you. Everything then stopped at once as if waiting for her reply.

After relaxing he lowered me to my feet now firmly on the ground, but my hands were still bound. My attention however, was more on him entering my mouth. I couldn’t see much, but the part before my face. I knew that his tendril was long enough to reach from his body to mine as it forced itself repeatedly inside my mouth. Each time he re-entered me, rubbing smoothly against my tongue, his size stretched my lips wide. He didn’t seem to be concerned as to how deep he went, causing me to gag often while I still tried to maintain my composure, pretending it didn't excite me somehow.

The tendrils that continued to apply pressure on the inside of my thighs were relentless as they teased. Then his hand began its intrusion of my womanhood, barely pushing my suit bottoms inside my hole. I couldn’t help but moan. My mind knew this was wrong, but the lust he induced was hard to resist.

His assault was ever changing as if to keep me on my toes. Each time he toyed with my breasts only helped to redirect my attention, until he would re-enter my mouth once more. My body was in a fully aroused state causing the juices from my pussy to drip down onto the inside of my suit bottoms. I didn’t want him to notice, he might think I was enjoying this.

Then everything stopped. He removed his appendage from the inside of my mouth, and left it dangling and stroking my lips. He awaited my reply to a question he had now asked me twice.

I didn’t want to answer. “What does it matter?” I asked, but he continued to wait for my reply. I feared my ignoring the question any longer would only make things worse. After a long silence, I answered, “Allirabeth, my name is Allirabeth”, I said quietly, trying to look softly into his black eyes. Maybe he would take pity on me and release me after all.

Allirabeth, a pretty name for such a pretty girl. Now that his question had been answered, Zhiric resumed his ministrations, trying to get more than the few meager moans he had gained already.

The tendril on her ass stopped and yanked the garment down to where it floated around her knees and it resumed its work. His hand now ran along the bare flesh of her flower. The one that had until this point held her waist let go and squirmed and slithered over her sex when his hand would reach one end or the other. It pressed and wriggled as if demanding entrance, but pulled back like it was leashed when his hand would pass over her folds

You are already so wet. I see you're enjoying yourself. Good.

The soft look she gave him did nothing to cause him to want to release her. If she looked at the solid black eyes she might have been able to make out a very different story. He was not letting go until he had pushed her as hard as she could go.

“No!”, I said, shaking my head from side to side, in protest to his comment. As if the only reason my mouth was open was for the re-insertion of his tendril, he again was inside me and seemed to ignore my rebuttal.

Every part of my womanhood felt vulnerable to him now, especially with my skimpy swim suite tossed aside. His assault on my body intensified, but not always in speed or firmness of grip. In some areas he stroked my skin so softly, increasing tactile stimulation by eliciting tingling of my skin. My nipples were teased with a pinch or a flick. I began to look forward to each spot before he touched it. The groping hand and tendrils between my legs pressed hard against my sexual holes with constant threat of entry. His pumping in and out of my mouth was hard and seemed to quicken if I didn’t receive him deep. His relentless penetration exposed my hidden desires wanting to be ravished even more.

After what seemed like hours my body weakened, and I finally fell prey to his sexual infliction. My soft moans were no longer lament, nor carried hint of resistance. They were now ones of complete absorption, and full submersion to the moment. My sounds were only muffled by the appendage thrusting against my tongue, for if uninhibited, my ramblings of pleasure would surely echo through the night sky.