“You made that clear though the choice is a simple one really. Just because you don't want to be hurt doesn't mean your choosing pleasure.” He slithered to the table letting the words sink in as he made a show of turning on that torch, the jet of flame loud in her ears he plays with it as she thinks this one over.

But as he sets it down he takes of a vile of clear liquid filling a syringe setting it down near the torch. Then, looking over the assembled tools he selects a scalpel from them. The tool sinks into his slimy body for easy access later perhaps.

Turning to her he saw that she was struggling with this one, at trying to determine if he presented the matter only to wrench it away, or perhaps he was waiting for her to acknowledge her mistake? Ready now he slipped a pseudo pod into a glove shaping it into a hand then another as he tore open the packet working with removing the alcoholic swap. If he handled it bare handed of course he would just absorb the liquid contained on it.

Ready now for either choice he looked back at her. “Last time before I decide for you. Pleasure or pain?”

"But...but I..." What does he mean? She doesn't want pain, isn't that enough? At her end of the swimming pool, she gives a little moan of fear as the thing picks up a torch, lighting it. It's loud...louder than it should be, though that's likely the fear of what it means for her. A scalpel and a vial of clear liquid of some kind that he pulls into a syringe join the torch, along with a glove and...a moist wipe? An alcohol swab. as he snaps the glove over his hand, she clicks to what it is he wants from her. "P...pleasure....no more pain, please..." She manages to choke out.

The question is irrelevant; what he wants from her is submission. True submission, giving voice to what she wants. Probably begging. If it keeps things that want to eat her outside of her body, slime from stopping her heart...keeps her from being burned alive and sliced to ribbons...she can do that much. Survival...that's important. Pride is less so...let it go and survive. Part of her feels indignation at this thought, but the rest of her smothers that thought out. No more pain...she can't take any more just now. "Please don't hurt me...I want pleasure, not pain, please....no more pain...."

“Now, was that so hard girl?” He gazes at her and comes forth with the syringe and the alcoholic swab. The scalpel reappears as he cuts away the cables though it takes a little work on his part. The tool then sinks back into his gelatinous body and re rubs the good side of her face before applying the swap to her arm and holding up the syringe explaining the contents.

“I realize that you are still in some pain, this will numb it and make you feel good,” it was what he happened to harvest out of that dead drone, a strong aphrodisiac that he injected her with. While waiting for that to take full effect he form a cock of slime, more a flexible tentacle that lifted to her lips, hovering there.

“If you had just chosen pleasure we would be finished by now. A valiant struggle but one you cannot hope to win. My patience will outlast your stubbornness each time but enjoy you treat, it has been sufficiently earned.”

He leisurely stroked the good side of her face. “Now do I will not insult you with your next set of instructions, you can work that out. And the taste today is ...” He trailed off, his body tended to taste like the food he last had. With Nin it was a pork flavor, for Lacy of course it would be different as she was soon to discover.

She'd been right. He's not going to give her anything but more of the same. He approaches with the syringe and swab and as he draws closer, pushes out that scalpel. She squeezes her eyes tight with a little whimper, trembling as...he cuts her bonds. Surprise registers on her face. Something that will make her feel better...? He pushes the needle into her arm after swabbing it clean...and Lacey feels a semi-familiar rush of warmth, the pain of the pinprick not even registering. Not after all she's gone through already...but that warm, tingly feeling is another story. It registers just fine.

She drifts for a moment as that feeling quickly spreads through her body, through her panic-stricken mind, stanching her anxiety...and while her heart rate and breathing remain quicker than is normal, it's for a reason other than fear now. "Hhhhfff..." She lets out a shuddery breath as a familiar heat starts to rise in her body. She shivers at that feeling...it's almost addictive, after the pain and fear...Gasping softly, biting her bottom lip gently, the girl gives a slow roll of her hips, her back arching slowly and drawing the eye to the tips of her breasts, perked and standing at full attention, proud atop her mounds.

Her own eyes open now, a little hazy with the sudden high of the aphrodisiac, and she sees the thick, slimy looking shaft before her. Hears him telling her in no uncertain terms what's expected of her...and she smiles just a little bit. She knows how to do this...time with Gersham has taught her that much. She wonders vaguely if he'll be able to feel it if she does anything interesting...decides she doesn't care. She likes this part, she can remember that much now...why hadn't she wanted to do this again? That doesn't matter, either.

She leans forward, soft lips parting, pink tongue slipping from between them to taste him. "Hmmmm?" She murmurs softly against his shaft in surprise. It tastes familiar...something she hasn't had in a while, but how does one forget the taste of..."Peaches!" She exclaims delightedly before taking him back into her mouth, sucking gently on his cock, as entranced by his taste as she is by the thought of having one in her mouth once more. Her lust grows easily, her mind already prepared for anything that isn't pointless suffering...giving in really is so much easier... "Mmmmmh..."

“AHHH, and pleasure it will be,” he knows that once the aphrodisiac is in full swing that her wounds wouldn't be felt diluted by the pleasure. Even additional pains, within reason could be made to feel rather pleasant.

Letting the aphrodisiac work through her though he allows her to taste him. Peaches, so that was what those strange fruits he had purchased were called. He had only been aware that they were on the Galactic market as an alien delicacy. Not that it was too important. With no animals on the island he had to bring his own food or sample that which he could get from the mall or cafeteria though his unique form allowed him to raid dorms for food if he so wanted.

But it did not matter for their purposes here. He was not expecting much out of her and was only killing time, his eyes seem to traced down to her chest, certainly not as large as Nin though Ortix did not care about bust sizes. Braking a girl to their pleasure or pain despite their bust size was more his thing.

A gloved hand closed about a tit as another hand formed as the first squeezed though the palm of this one rested atop her nipple, a mouth forming their on his palm as he suckled at her breast, a slimy tongue swirling about it.

He had kept to his word thus far though a slimy tendril coiled against a naked waist loosely holding her as she went to work on that cock of his.

Lacey is completely unaware of what he's talking about for the moment; she was too busy suckling on his shaft and licking up his peach-flavored essence. She takes him deep into her throat with considerably more ease than she'd had the first time she'd tried this. Granted, she'd learned how to keep her throat relaxed and how to hold her breath that time. Something about doing this makes her feel nice...it had with Gersham and it does now. She licks and sucks the creature eagerly, lapping up his sweet, delicious fruity taste, lost in her own little world as her heat rises, her sex grows moist...

So it comes as a sweet surprise when a hand cups her modest breast, squeezing gently at her. "Mmmmmmhhhnnnn...." She shivers delightedly, moaning as a second hand joins the first and...wait, is that...? It IS! A mouth starts to suckle at the nipple of her other breast, a tongue lashing against it, teasing it gently. Lacey's body arches slowly, sweetly to the attack of this thing's hands on her breasts. Small they may be compared to some, but they're very sensitive and receptive to attention.

The lithe little redhead purrs in satisfaction against the shaft she suckles so diligently upon, not minding the tendril that wraps around her waist in the least. She continues her work, sliding the shaft down her throat, curling her tongue around it as best she can and stroking against its length, swallowing around all those girthy inches when she has it deep enough, and pulling it out long enough to breathe when she needs to, stroking her tongue over its glistening length while she does so.

On her hands and knees, teased by hands while she takes the shaft of some unknown monster into her throat...how many times in her stay at this place is she going to end up like this? Part of her hopes many more times...but she's careful with that thought. That way lay madness. Instead, she focuses on swallowing down that shaft until she's told to stop...or made to. Whichever comes first.

A hand forms going to the back of her head. He grips her there though he does not drive her forth though content to allow her to take what she can, adjusting his length is nothing either for that matter and he adjusts himself to suit her capabilities rather than cruelly gagging her as he may have done if she continued to play hardball with him.

He groaned, delighted in her surrender as much as the pleasure that overtakes him but he is not just about receiving pleasure as that mouth latches on to her breast and keeps sucking. The ability to reshape his body as the needs arise had been a blessing after all.

He fondled the other orb with that gloved hand, the other glove discarded as that tendril retracted back into his body. But a tendril of slime worked itself between her thighs as it swept over her sex he felt amongst the puffy nether lips as he applied direct stimulus to that clit, waiting for her arousal to grow even further.

“UHH!” Peach flavored slime fired down her throat, though at the same time he pressed up into the chalice of her body, stretching her out as he filed her to capacity, one thing about being a semi solid was that he often could adjust his size.

Now it seemed that the pleasure would begin as he began driving that tendril into her, keen to her sensitive areas for he could easily detect each tremble of her body and knew where to target which he did so with rapid thrusts up and into her core.

"Mmm?!" Surprise and delight register in the Redhead's gasp around that thickness as it starts to fire thick spurts of the creature's essence into her mouth, down her throat. Her lips and tongue work over the shaft, milking it greedily for every drop, careful to let none spill. How odd that she'd tried to bite something like this off just a short time ago...what had she been thinking? This is wonderful!

"Mmmmaahahhh!" She gasps as she brings her mouth from that cock, her breasts pressed against those caressing fingers and the mouth that tease her so sweetly. Her hips roll back against the pseudopod stroking at her flower, inviting it into her wet embrace, to explore her tight channel...and a cry of delight erupts from her as the pseudopod rewards her insistence with the attention she hungers for so much. It pushes itself deep into her sex, stretching her so deliciously around itself, filling every inch of her folds with itself. She whimpers as it pushes deeper still, all the way to her womb, stroking and rubbing against her so deliciously, seeming to pay particular attention to that area at the roof of her sex.

Her hips buck and writhe in delight around the thing as it invades her, as she welcomes it eagerly into her sacred depths. Her mouth returns to the shaft, working him into her throat with vigor. Green eyes look up at the creature, now filled with lust rather than hate and rage, as she sucks on his member greedily, clearly eager for another shot of his thick essence. She'd have been so much better off if she'd just said what he'd wanted her to earlier...judging by how she's acting now, it's not too far from the truth. A good little slut, sucking him deep into her throat while he takes her cunny and fills it with his tendril. She shivers, partly reviled by the thought, mostly excited and deeply troubled by this excitement. Is this what aphrodisiac does to someone? This can't be who she is by nature...can it?

A particularly delicious stroke inside her wipes her thoughts away and makes her gasp and murmur over the cock in her throat, no doubt providing interesting stimulation to the member. One hand reaches down between her thighs while she works to drain his cock. Using her fingers, she takes up where the tendril left off on her clitty; she begins to rub tight, quick little circles on the little bean while he fucks her, plumbing her heated depths and teasing all her most sensitive areas. Her body does plenty of trembling for him to be aware of as she works her fingers in time with his thrusts. So close...she can't remember the last time she'd been brought along so quickly. "Mmmmmmhhhhh...!" She whimpers around his girth, the look in her eyes and on her face communicating everything she needs to as she wordlessly begs him not to stop.

She did not have to worry about his stopping, at least not yet. Seeing that that aphrodisiac had such an effect he had regretted the he did not have much more though he could have stretched it out a little by using a smaller dose though in little order he would gather more specimens among the Ashlyn.

Wiggling out of his last glove it was time as he noted that look to her eyes. Hands seemed everywhere as she sucked on that tendril-cock eagerly as he pushed up into her welcoming body. He loosely held the back of her head, brushing over it as she worked, small encouraging gasps popping free from his slimy maw.

“Good, such a good little slut.” The scalpel was back and he drew it against the underside of a breast in a thin light cut his mouth palm traced a tongue against it, sweeping it's tongue against her and absorbing that like blood before flicking a tongue against that nipple.

He observed her reaction to this rather than advance straight in. He smiled at her, confident that the aphrodisiac would allow him to get away with these small little cuts his healing pastes could cure on her easy enough.

Ortix then turns his attention to the other breast as he presses within her as he pounds into her core even quicker, that appendage, not having to worry about bones, spins about as he presses inside her now starting gradually but pressing forth with far more eagerness intent on making her cum just as he had been intent to fill her belly again as he gasped, her warning coming in those groans and the tightening of those fingers.

At first he holds her in place as he cums again with that peach flavored essence then releases his hold so that she could slip free from him whenever she so desired or needed now.

"Nnnmmmmhhh..." There's no sign of complaint as he places his hand against the back of her head...if anything, the little redhead redoubles her efforts at the encouragement, speeding up a little and twisting her lips over his shaft as she goes, sucking him down to the base. Even as she does this, she can feel her flower gripping tighter over the tendril taking her from behind, clutching at it and urging it in deeper, harder.

A stinging pain at her chest...Lacey's eyes roll down and see the scalpel moving away from her. The little redhead flinches away from the scalpel as she connects its presence with the sting against her breast; excited or not, that still worries her given all she's gone through. Even though the pain isn't all that bad from a little cut like that, the memories of how she came to be here are still fresh in her mind and she wants nothing to do with that blade. She murmurs approval and eagerly presses her breast against the mouth that teases the little cut, however. THAT she doesn't mind so much...not that she has much say in the matter if he decides to cut her again.

All worries about what he may or may not do with that scalpel fade away alltogether however, as the tentacle in her cunny picks up its pace, making her shudder with the increased force of each thrust. Closer and closer to that edge...she rolls her hips against it as it increases speed...and then her whole world shatters as it starts to twist and spin inside her. Green eyes fly wide and the only reason she isn't screaming in ecstasy is the thickness she's taken into her throat...but she gives it her best effort.

"MmmmmmmMMMPH!" Her wails are muffled by the shaft that she suckles even now as her body clenches tight around that twisting tendril. Her hips buck and twitch as she rides out the fury of an orgasm, shivering and shaking and twitching with each of her movements. At the same time, she recieves another load of the monster's peachy essence; she does her best to swallow all of it again, but given her state just now it's impossible. Some of it drips from her lips and down her chin even as she urges him on, suckling greedily on his shaft, her tight little channel milking the thing inside it for all she's worth as it picks up its pace and threatens her with another orgasm, teasing her body even harder though she's still sensitive from her first. Whimpers can be heard picking up pace along with his thrusting, her fingers move to keep up with him, dancing over her clit wildly as she feels that second wave build up inside her.

Ortix had noted her reactions to the scalpel. He did not really care though he had told her this was to be a pleasurable experience for her and with even a hint of fear entering into the equation could have the opposite effect here. It was in her tremble, in the very pulse within her chest though he supposed that the memory of pain was still strong within her.

Indeed, she was a strong willed one even if he had broken her down the fact that she had the presence of mind to note what he was doing despite the aphrodisiac … well that was to be expected after all given the torture he had just placed her through.

He grinned pulling her head back by her hair though he was not firm about it she had done her job well and the slime that she was unable to drink down simply crawled back to his body reattaching itself to the main mass.

“Mmm … what a good slut, go to that table while I fuck you.” He directed her to the table where their was a jar of that green paste upon it. All the while he was filling that passage even as it had tightened around him, he had known that she was close and while he instructed her to apply the paste to that would she had received slimy fingers traced over her shoulders now. He licked at her nice and gave a wet slap to her ass rubbing his hand against it as he took her from behind intending to give her a special treat as the scalpel sank back into his body though thin tendrils of slime covered her nipples suckling at them as he spanks her ass a little harder, his aim is to hold off as long as he can before giving her that treat as he stabs into her from behind, that slimy cock still twirling though now little bumps and ridges form over that shaft to add to the sensation that she is experiencing.

"Mmmmh..." She murmurs softly, unmistakeable pleasure in the sound as the creature grips the pack of her head, pushing her down his shaft and against his slimy body. She quivers gently as he continues to take her, though he seems to have backed off a bit...teasing her perhaps? "Aaahhhh!" Lacey draws in a deep breath as the creature now pulls her off his shaft and gives her room to breathe, a blessing considering she seem to have forgotten to breathe for a moment under the bliss of one orgasm and the promise of a second close on its heels. Her entire body shivers as she sits there, listening to her instructions. The table...it seems so far away! And it feels so good just to sit there, letting him pump in and out of her...

She fights off thoughts of simply sitting still and climbs to her feet, legs trembling. She walks slowly to the table, quaking and moaning as the thing continues to delve deep inside her, even as they walk! She almost falls to her knees every time he pushes inside her, her entire body clenching at him as though urging him on. It takes everything she has in her not to simply sink to her knees and beg to be fucked. But by some miracle, Lacey makes it to the table. She grabs the jar as she's instructed, though she has to focus hard on not dropping it. Her hands fumble with the jar, shaking fingers managing to open it and scoop some out. As she applies the stuff to her breast, she feels fingers caressing her shoulders and a tongue at her neck. "Hhhaaaaaa...." She sighs softly, delightedly tilting her head to one side to give him a better angle with which to ply his tongue.

"Aah!" She makes an excited little cry as she feels that hand smack against her ass, stroking the cheek gently afterward, giving a squeeze. Her voice purrs out a moan of soft approval, then lets out another happy yelp when he smacks her backside hard enough to sting. "God, yes...." She manages to work out the words between gasps, her upper body sinking slowly to the table, the jar forgotten by the side. Her fingers dance down her body as he teases her breasts with his tendrils, leaving her to stroke her little love button again. She does so with pleasure, fingers rolling the nub eagerly.

"Mmmmmph!" She bites her lip to hold back a scream as she feels something change in the thing inside her; ridges and bumps forming, texture developing where there'd been none. The new sensation makes her knees turn to water as he thrust into her with fresh vigor. "G...God, PLEASE keep going!" She cries out, rolling her hips back against the tendril. In and out...and once again round and round as it starts to twist within her. The little redhead goes wild, body quaking against the table as the creature slams its pseudopod-shaft into her sex, punishing her so sweetly and mercilessly.

"Fuck me...! G...gonna cum! Oh fuck....Oh GOD....OH GOD YES! MMMMMMM, FUCK ME!" She screams now, unable to hold back as she feels that wave crash down over her, drowning her in sensation, pure ecstasy burning to her very soul. Her fingers twitch over her clit as she helps herself along, keeping that wave rolling as long as she can, clenching and tightening around that shaft with a deathgrip, as though refusing to allow the creature to leave her sex. She bucks wildly against him, hard enough to make tools and objects rattle on the table, all the while begging him not to stop, to keep taking her further, higher.

Ortix drives into her, the sounds of his wet body smacking against her back and ass filled the air along with the occasional wet slap of his hand against an ass cheek. He surprised her with the alterations to his body in ways that a human cock could not bend and please Ortix had full control of himself.

Her cries urging him to hasten those full thrusts inside her as her body tightens against that gelatinous mass. Tendrils suckle her nipples even now as those coverings upon her become tiny suckers complete with teeth that gently nuzzle against her,

Letting a hand trace along her spine he answers her cries with repeated thrusts driving her to that luscious state, slime spluttering inside her tight body as he gasped.

Drawing out of her slowly then he turned her fore sitting her on the edge of the table sweeping away or absorbing the tools that were here, tendrils still working against her breasts as he urges her back, a hand sets atop her stomach and presses her down there.

And now … that cum that had been part of his body was moving inside here latching onto those sensitive areas within her core they vibrated against them, expanding and contracting. Ortix allowed her to pleasure herself while this was going on, at least for four minutes until he called the slime back as it flowed down that passage and out of her body where he reattached it before spreading her thighs and rubbing them before lowering down to trace his tongue against those juicy folds teasing against the outside of her labia while his fingers traced against those thighs as he kneaded into her flesh.

Back arching in a slow roll in response to his touch even as her hips keep pace with his thrusts, Lacey's body shivers delightedly between one orgasm and the next. Two so far with a third mounting...she's never brought herself off three times in a row before, even on her best nights alone. Not non-stop without a break in between...then again, she's not hopped up on an aphrodisiac on her nights alone either, so maybe it balances out.

None of this really registers as valid information to Lacey's lust-fogged mind. The things that matter are simple; amazing cock twisting and turning and pumping inside her, wonderful tendrils suckling..."Oooooh! Oh God!" And now nibbling as well on her sensitive peaks, pleasing and tormenting them in a most lovely fashion, fingers dancing over her little clitty and making the love button send sparks through her body, and the feel of a hand slapping against her ass, making her quiver in delight and moan for more. Her world is greatly simplified at the moment.

She feels hands on her hips as he slips from her embrace, leaving her achingly empty. "No...! Please don't...don't stop...!" She whines softly, despair at the lack of that thickness inside her. She whimpers a little as he turns her and sits her on the table but she cooperates, eager to have him inside her once more. His hand pushes gently on her tummy and she accepts his unspoken command to lay back, her fingers working feverishly at her clit. It feels wonderful...but not nearly as lovely as touching herself while his shaft is inside her.

She needn't have worried; the redhead's eyes fly wide and she utters a gasp of shocked joy as she feels something stirring inside her, stroking over her sensitive folds and widening within her, stretching her once more. The slimy essence the thing had shot into her...it fills her and moves inside her now, vibrating against her. "God YES!" She wails, her free hand going up to the edge of the table above her head while she continues to punish her little clitty with her other hand, fingers a blur as they stroke over her little bean.

Four minutes is more than enough time for her. She paints quite the interesting picture for him; her legs spread wide, giving a view of her soaking wet and clean shaved sex, her fingers glistening with her own wetness as they roll and rub her clit. Her toned frame rolls and grinds endlessly and enticingly on the table before him, already rising to a third orgasm. Her chest rises and falls quickly with her ragged little panting breaths, her breasts teased expertly by those tendrils of his with their new teeth. "Goddddd, don't stop, please, feels so good...F...feels so...Mmmmmh....Oh God!....MMMNNNHHHHHHHHHhaaaaahhhh!" Her body arches, back coming up off the table in a miniature bridge between her ass and her head as she wails her pleasure for him. Her cunny and her clit twitch in time with her squeezing walls as they grip over the essence that vibrates within her.

After seconds that seem like hours, Lacey collapses back down onto the table, panting and whimpering, twitching and fresh from her orgasm. She quivers as she feels that slick essence slithering its way out of her tunnel, back to the creature no doubt. Her green eyes focus on him questioningly as he crouches down to the edge of the table. What is he..."Mmmh! Ohhhhhh, yes...." She whimpers as a tongue begins to bathe her sex, his fingers spreading her to allow it deeper inside her. Biting her bottom lip, the student reaches a hand down to rest on the top of his head as she rolls her hips against his mouth. His fingers slip over her thighs and she quivers, loving his touch against her sensitive flesh as he starts to eat her out.

Ortix chuckles a little. Her cries of pleasure as fueled by his aphrodisiac and unique traits continue to work over the red head. How she begs now for his attention, a sheer contrast to what she had wanted from the start. Hadn't it been she who had wanted him to go and now it was to say.

Pleasure and pain had been much the same for him and her cries of bliss had been equally as thrilling as he had shown her things that many humanoid lovers could not do to her. But at the same time e had told her that he was going to deliver pleasure upon her he had determined to himself that he wasn't going to stop, not until she either begged for it or passed out, then again even if she begged for it, just for his amusement as he watched her twitch and gasp in pleasure.

Now he teased the passage into those tight juicy folds that had been held open to him pulling back only to let a finger rub up against her snatch, it spearing into on occasion. Sometimes his finger elongated too and thickened as he rubbed against her vigorously.

He needed another mouth and one formed up on his shoulder, being able to reform his anatomy was a benefit. “And to think that you battled against this, girl..”

Two additional hands formed, these with tiny mouths on his finger tips that rushed over her toes, licking and sucking as his tongue finally filled her. It swirled against her then swelled as he pressed against the heated passage.

Any of the slimy cum that had still been inside her rejoined with him as he plundered here. Suck at her tits with those tendrils he gently pulled against those nipples as tiny teeth scrapped against her, eyes cast up at her as he felt her hand atop his head seeing that she was enjoying herself.

So far he was true to his word overloading her senses with wave after wave of pleasure and there was more to come as he was about ready to enter her again and press apart those tight walls but first he gave her the plethora of these sensations just to make certain she knew that word … Mistake ...