The swords woman sat there on fool display. At least so she thought. Machi had no idea her clothes where still on. For her there was little of her garments left to even be considered rags. She stiffened a moan feeling her restrained breast groped. It was easy to see her breast where much larger but at the moment there was questions to be asked. As the creature explained the Perfects purpose to the school.

“Thats a foreboding metaphor, comparing a beautiful creature to vile that isn’t worthy of being called scum.” She stated bitterly as felt a jolt between her shoulder blades. It wasn’t enough for her to cry out, but it certainty made her jump a little out of surprise she even bit her tongue a little as well.

The fake perfect then removed the restraints around her buxom breast. now that her bandages had been unwrapped her EE”s breast had been revealed, showing the bouncy orbs to be firm and covered in smooth brown skin.Though Her shorts had not received the same treatment. In-fact it had been torn to shreds right before her very eye’s. Revealing the Camel toe mound to the perfect within her head and their guest. Her breast where greedily groped by tendrils , causing her to suppress a moan. One of them began rubbing against her entrance, by instinct she tried pulling away from it.

“Do you hear that? She's calling you beautiful,” the creature chuckled though it used no care in undressing her ripping away fabric as the fake prefect simply grinned after unwinding those marvelous breasts.

While tentacles coiled about them and squeezed the false Prefect leaned in planting a kiss on her shoulder. A tongue traced along it to her neck where she was nipped by teeth though gently.

“I suppose we should go easy on her then,” the false Prefect say applying a finger tip to her nipple as she twirled it beneath. Her tongue eased up that neck, then tucked behind an ear. A stinging slap came to her ass as another tentacle joined in, this one using it's tip to press against her clit swirling about it in the same fashion as that finger on her nipple.

“Oh, very well, provided that she can stifle that tongue of hers.”

“You can do that, can't you Hun?” the fake Prefect whispered into her ear at the same time she would feel the taser rising up and down her spin though right now it was off.

Machi teeth clench as the creature took it the wrong way, she was referring to the butterfly not the perfect. The damage was done however, leaving her to feel the lust of the two beings. She was already trying not groan and gasp as her breast were being toyed with. Why does those have to be so sensitive. She wondered as felt the perfects warm lips on her shoulder. She could feel everything the girl did including her teeth nipping gently at her neck. She would have said something but she pre-occupied trying to stifle any obligatory bodily responses.


The fake perfect then took hold of her nipple and twirled it Making it grow even more stiff. There was no blaming the cold room for that one. The perfect licked along her neck leaving traces of saliva and somewhat leaving it tingling. Was she enjoying this or was it the drug she couldn’t tell really. She lets out a yelp was her ass smacked suddenly and unexpectedly. LEaving her briefly distracted, not noticing a tendril moving to her clit and twirling about.

“aggggggh!” She groaned helplessly. She cursed herself for that slip up, as she knew they would take it the wrong way. Besides she felt the taser move up and down her spine, while she kept her mouth for other reasons she gave the perfect a dirty look. She may not speak but her looks could say a whole lot in and of itself.

Daphnee could see he obvious effects, the tilt of Machi's head to the side as something had to be happening to her neck or so she had surmised The yelp caught her attention and she drifted forth kneeling down behind Machi she began unbuttoning her shirt seeing that her arms were outstretched at their sides removing it would be a simple matter with her in such a state …

In Machi's head though things played out a bit differently. The creature seemed to deliberately mar her words or didn't comprehend her meaning though it had not mattered. She was silent for the moment and that taser teased against her back as if a constant reminder.

The false Prefect could not be intimidated seeing how she was just a figment in Machi's head. “Good girl,” she added as her finger continued to toy with her nipple.

The creature began it's assault though pressing the tip of his tentacle inside her folds. That tentacle swirled around for a moment as I teased her clit and squeezed those impressive boobs. It then paused for a moment, those brilliant eyes watching her as another tentacle moved toward her lips waiting for a moan or defiant mark. He paused, then pressed forth with that tentacle, even deeper now as it pressed inside her sharply and retracted, pistoning into her again and again without pause.

The Perfect would find that the Samurai wasn’t wearing a bra, but a uniquely white wrapped loin cloth in a form of one. Technically a violation of dress code, but that would be up to the perfect to decide on. It was clear that her breast was considerably larger underneath the wraps. She began to move slightly showing signs of other things going on in her trapped mind.The creature continued to assault her body while fake perfect kept the taser at her back, waiting for Machi to step out of line. She even ignored the samurai’s dirty look and continued to tease her teat. It was beginning to feel tingly and dear she think it good. The shadow creature then escalated from twirling her clit, to poking at her gates, then spread the entrance of labia and stopped there for a moment. She moaned uncomfortably and tried to move away from it, but there no where to go. She could feel those terrible orange eye’s on her, and moved a tendril to her lips, to which she tried to turn away from. The only thing stopping her was the tendril around her neck. She was even being to moan with her mouth shut from having her tits groped. She was shaking trying her best to hold it all in. The tentacle at her womanly entrance dove in deeper. Making her body jolt with revulsion before began slammed into her again and again. The creature would find her insides to be tight and warm. Through it all she kept her mouth shut, determined to keep the vile tentacle out of her mouth.

So was this the fuss in refusing to undress? Daphnee soon discovered the wrap and while Machi had no been sent to her for such a violation it was the equivalent to a cop stopping someone after they ran a red light only to discover an open alcohol container.

She considered what to do about it though. Her task was simple enough, study that powder, though this gave her additional ammunition should she need it, though Daphnee tended not to go to such extremes. Of course, sometimes she did, such as the case with Kanoe and being quite thorough with her though that aphrodisiac had remarkable effect. Getting a start on that wrap she unwound it seeing the look of pleasure on the girl's face.

She decided then to use some interaction just to see how that would go. “Don't resist, it's useless. The quicker you give in the quicker we will finish here.” It was neutral seeing that she had no known the situation as she revealed those large tits, not as large as Kanoe's but the reason for wrapping them up she guessed was not to draw undo attention to herself from the guests she imagined.



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In her head though Machi felt the press of that tentacle entering into her. Another waited patiently although she was moaning by keeping her lips closed that simply would not do in the eyes of the fake Prefect who set the taser down.

She had thought to use it but probably did not have the excuse to do so she reached around pinching her nose closed as she continued to swirl hat finger over her hard nipple. “You got to breath sometime Miss Takashi.”

The creature waited, using even the narrowest opening to wedge a foot in the door or a tentacle so to speak. It was strong pushing past her lips easily enough and once it had Daphnee released her nose grabbing and ass cheek and squeezing it before her touch drifted away again. Even the touch at her nipple ended as she went to doing something though the tentacles on those sizable tits squeezed and released those melons again and again.

“Have you ever taken anything back here before?” A finger with some sort of lubrication rubbed against her anus as if preparing her for something.

Machi Seemed to stir a little with Perfects unwrapping of her massive E breast. Though weren't as large other students who where larger, it was much harder to fight, with the weight and the bouncy motions they made. The perfect would see that the Swords woman’s teats where hard as rocks poking out a good have inch the aureola was also a little puffy with arousal. She heard the Perfects voice, though it sounded a little muddy somewhat far away and not really part of the one toying with her nipple. The Samurai was helpless to both the real and the fake, one was already having fun with her. Would the former do the same.

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Machi Squinted her eye’s as her unused cunt was penetrated by the slimy tendril. The other just waited to strike when her mouth opened. She kept closed moaning as she felt her inner spread the warm orifice welcoming the invader to Machi’s disgust. The Fake perfect then closed off her only means of air. That was okay she could hold her breath longer then most people. Though after four minutes which was pushing it to begin with; whe was going have to breath, when that happened. No she needed another option...

There was none so when lost the ability to breath she tried opening her mouth a little but thats all the creature needed. It pushed its way trough, pass her teeth and into her unwilling throat. Her tits where covered in slim and where feeling tingly and good. She could feel each stroke, squeeze and divet of the tentacles skin. “Mmmph.” She cried out behind the Tendril now fucking her mouth. She climaxed and squirted hard for a good 45 seconds. It was unexpected was she more aroused than she was letting on, Machi’ didn’t think so but her subconscious was eating up enjoying the violation to her dark souls content.

In reality her squeal was loud and clear as her body shook with undeniable pleasure, she solid her panties and short hose. Where womanly juices pooling quickly below her as came extremely hard. Her squirt was high velocity and it was like watching a fire house shooting out trying to subdue a fire. It lasted forty five seconds before dripping to a stop.

As she recovered the Perfect in her head removed her self and prepared to do something with her back door. Her words indicated that as well. No she had never had sex nor anal sex. Machi eye’s a little dazed widened before she began moaning her resistance to having something back there. The lubed finger seemed primed to enter her.

Those nipples were so stiff! By the sounds of it Machi seemed to be enjoying herself though as she folded the shirt and set it aside. Machi was making sounds, in her head they must have seemed muffled but she saw that her mouth was hanging open now.

Grasping Machi beneath the arms she pulled her up. Fortunately the student stayed in the light and was thus closer to the restraints but it was a degree of work to snap those restraints over her wrists. She took a deep breath when that was done and took a mild break before working on the shoes, skirt, hose and panties though she had discovered how soiled they were.

“My, my, Miss Takashi. You sure are enjoying yourself.”

She placed the clothes in orderly fashion on that table. “I wonder what's going through your head,” she said to herself before returning. Unseeing eyes seemed glazed over at this point though a hand eased over a heavy breast squeezing it as her thumb traced over the nipple.

At this moment she had been unaware that Machi couldn't speak though her touch had no remained long as she wandered back to the shelves …



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Of course she could not answer, not clearly or in words but it didn't seem as if the fake Prefect was expecting an answer either. She applied the lubricant and was doing something as the tentacle pressed into her making her gush and squirt in reality. There there wasn't a tentacle plugging her up after all reaching into her deeply as her throat was fucked by the tentacle, both appendages moved quickly in contrast to those fingers.

“Never, I take it?” the false Prefect said in response to her though it wasn't long before a smooth round object the size of a marble was pressed against her. “Then we'll have to start small unless you displease me.”

And with that the first anal bead was pressed into her. It was lubed up as well though not all that long after it was pushed in did another press against that back door. “One,” she counted before adding in another.

The tentacle that was playing with her clit entwined about that nub suddenly pulling on it gently now rather than brushing over it. Tentacles skill folded about those large breasts and soon she could taste the pre-cum on her tongue which tasted citric rather than bitter.

“Get ready for a treat,” and no sooner did it say those words did it fill both her body and mouth with thick globs of that spunk as it bloated for a moment and fired forth now throbbing in her mouth and pussy though it had stopped moving for the time being.

The dream like state was influenced slightly by reality and found herself hanging from wrist instead of them being out stretched in at position she felt as if she was hanging instead of being on the ground like she had been a few moment prior. She wanted to say she wasn’t enjoying herself but the seed seed flowing down her throat made it impossible to respond in any capacity what so ever. The critic liquid sperm was a rather thick thus it took some effort to swallow it. At l;east it didn’t taste bad. Her breast where mere toys in the tentacles hands and the tentacle ravaging in her fucked her till she came again as so the lengthy appendage. Both stopped dead but didn’t pull out of her holes.


She just rested their int heir coils shaking and trembling as a tendril continued to play with her pulsating pearl. Which drove to a thrid impressive orgasm; squirting her juices all over the floor in a massive heap once more. Her rolled her back as moaned into the cock still in her mouth.

‘Mmmmphh..AHHHHhmph.” The creature wasn’t the only one continuing her blight, the fake perfect had pushed beads into her anus. She felt a little pain, however she could the cool beads inside that warm cavern. The perfect joked at the answer she already knew, she had never had anything go inside her before. So she was having serious mix feeling about it. It all felt so good and unreal, this realization was causing her to relax, her muscles uncoiled allowing her to just enjoy it.

Reality, it seemed, influenced the effect of the drug. As she was lifted up in the real world those tentacles drew her arms over her head and hoisted her up into a standing position causing the false Prefect to rise behind her as well.

For a long moment the tentacles remained lodged inside her, both throbbing as seed escaped the pair. Once they had finished injecting her with that citric seed they retracted from her slowly recoiling back into the darkness only for others to come forth. The creature had not been done with her and a tentacle hovered near her lips once more.

At the very tip there was a hole, obviously how it flooded her with semen though it dangled there for the time being, waiting as others massaged her clit or coiled about her breasts.

“Such large tits, now open up my dear.”

It was already pushing back inside her.

“Six ...” all the while the fake Prefect had not stopped with the insertion of those beads. Of course if she resisted now she would feel the press of that taser to her back in an attempt to get her to cry out, cutting off he breathing last time seemed to have slow results. The taser set to a higher pulse than before.



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“Enjoying yourself, aren't we?” Daphnee added as she watched Machi. She could understand some of what was going on, at least she had an idea on a basic level. With the student restrained now her fingers dashed against that rear before swatting it, letting the sensation be incorporated by her mind, though the slap was no more than a stinging sensation.

The brown skinned samurai hanged there shaking from her intense orgasms. It seemed she was being punished quiet thoroughly and there was no escape. She was beginning to question did she want to escape. This didn’t seem, well real more like a fantasy playing out. Then again she could be drugged to think that it was There was no way to tell, so she hanged there limped and vulnerable and the creature made do process of it. Massaging her lovely orbs rigorously, deforming them slightly as they where squeezed. Honestly she could cum from stimulating her tits alone, but that wouldn’t do. No another fresh tendril waited by her lips, and hot flushed face.

The Red head looked at it. As she heard the command the last time she had her breathing cut off, and it worked, but she wasn't just going to accept it. She felt the taser on her back... She took it last time and she could take it again Once more she found herself turning her head as she winced as the fake perfect once again inserted the small bead into her back door. She felt the sting of a smack to her taut bottom, honestly i someone was to grope them they wouldn’t just find it soft and firm but rather thick as well. Still she felt it and assumed it was either a tendril or the Perfect was quick with her hands.

Daphnee watched as the girl swayed violently in those shackles. It was a contrast to the pleasure she heard the moans and theorized that something was being presented to her lips given the way that her head turned away.

“Oh, it's no good to resist. Now open up,” such large tits, bigger than she could function with. Still a hand made it's way to the curve of one, rubbing against it then smacking that rump once more noting the continued defiance.

“Say ahhh.”



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“Still being stubborn,” the false Prefect chuckled hen nodded to the creature before returning to what she was doing and inserting the next bead. The creature reacted by contrast, squeezing those tits with near crushing force as that tentacle swayed there back and forth like the wagging tail of a dog.

Even the one already inside her began to thrust into her faster, rougher as if deliberately attempting to get her to cry out as those tentacles compressed about her tighter now.

“Useless, I have all day after all.” The creature chuckled amused by her reaction.

“AIIIIIIIE!. STOP IT! ” The samurai cried out.”You’re hurting them Damn.MMMMMMph!”
It tok a minute but eventually the red head screamed in pain. as her tits where violently s squeezed and stretched. BRinging forth tears. Those things where double edge swords, providing pleasure one minute extreme pain the next. None the less the creature had achieved what it wanted her mouth was open and thus giving it free passage to enter her mouth which it did. It was also fucking her silly, moving in and out of her soaked cunt. Making loud wet noises as it defiled her scared place over and over un-relenting with each thrust. The teen had no choice buy scream in pain her body simply couldn’t hold it without being prepared for it at least. Why was this thing so cruel, better yet why was Daphnee so cruel.

She could hear the mixture of the real and fakes voices, taunting her and smacking her rear ass. There was no point in saying ahh her mouth was already full of tentacle.All the while the Perfect kept inserting the beads slowly one by one. Small yet it was proving to quiet the discomfort, her puckered hole wanted to push the beads out but it wasn’t as easy, they had to be pulled out, something she was un-able to do at the moment. The Girls face was enrage now, losing any strands of enjoyment she was feeling. She would have bit the tentacle but she had better common sense besides she was going to wait for a opportunity to attack than make the creature pay for hurting her sensitive orbs.

Daphnee heard those words loud and clear and got a better picture of what was going on in that head. “You should have listened,” she guessed that was the right response by the resistance she had seen and the signs of distress.

Bringing a finger up her spin Daphnee leaned in closer seeing the rage etched there though she could only imagine what was going on she had a pretty good idea. “Do you want it to feel good again?” She reached around her hip allowing a hand to smoothly trace down her abdomen down between her thighs stopping on the button of her clit easing it back and forth.



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“I knew you would open up eventually,” the thing chuckled though caught the gaze of the false Prefect and her nod. It eased up on her a little though it still remained a bit rougher than before as those tentacles pressed into her, one entering her while the other extracted itself forming a counter rhythm.

The real and false were blending together, the powder was both arousing and confusing mixing in a bit of everything. Had she focused she would find that she could direct things a little though neither she nor Daphnee knew that so events simply seemed to follow a rather random course of action that her min generated into something that made sense.

“There, all full. Now ...” there was a pause as Daphnee seized the end of a string attached o those anal beads exerting just enough force on them so that Machi was aware that she was holding the end before slowly pulling on that string and working the first bead out.

“That's one,” the announcement came after a brief pause.

Dapjnee’s touch was gentle and the Samurai received it better than the creature violently punishing her. She gave a soft moan as that heated button was teased. perhaps she should have but the results where less than productive. Sure stretching her to the brink was a nice way to make her wet but the force that had been applied to her breast where less than acomendatable. Th creature kept fucking her but not as aggressive as it had been. The fake perfect had finished inserting the beads and was now proceeding to take them out the same way she had put them in. Slowly one bead at a time.

This was some what enjoyable, Her ass felt good and the beads though akward provided a stimulus for her body.” Mmmph.” She moaned out her frustration of emotions. She was liking this and hating it all at the same time how was that even plausible. Then her sub-councious was well aware of how much of a slut she truly had become thanks to Asika.