Pleas to stop could have been interpreted as demands so he ignored them all to glad to continue taring her up. Pleasure and pain were the same to him after all and he was marveling in hers. The tears were exquisite, the screams wonderful and the way that she teetered on the verge of spilling over was absolutely divine.

“Oh, you can do better than that. You make it sound too much like a demand. If I don't feel it I'll make sure you do.”

He shocked her again for good measure with that taser as if making that point clear. It took him so little effort to use it after all.

Ortix was still pumping away at her as they spoke. No she would have to do better and he was surely letting her know just that.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!" it seemed that the electrical shock hadn't lost its touch just yet, such a reaction from the flick of a switch. In truth, Juniper was starting to prefer that overwhelming sizzle of power and the dull tingle it left in it's wake to the constant barrage of jarring, ripping thrusts he rocked her body and the barbs digging cruelly into her flesh, a thought that drove a spear of fear through her mind as he went rigid insider of her again, "You goddamn cocksucker!" she shouted, her voice full of vitriol before it was drowned out in another cry. She didn't particularly want to consider the ramifications that she might like any of this, even if it was only a matter of comparison to the other parts.

The flash of anger lessened her pain, though for but a moment, but she knew she hadn't done herself any favors either. She worked her tongue over her lips, tried to arrange her thoughts in tightly organized little rows. Hoping he couldn't tell whether the flush on her face was from the indignity or her anger . . . or just her open weeping. She supposed he wouldn't really care, so long as she bent or broke at his pleasure.

She grit her teeth and closed her eyes as he forced her hard against the wall once again, a soft whine accompanying his thrust as she tried to hold her breath, suppress the cry. As he drew back again, she opened her soft brown eyes and let the pain show in her glistening orbs as she looked back at the deep grin that regarded her shaking body, letting her lip tremble softly as she took a ragged breath through her nose. "Please . . ." her voice cracked at the word and she winced as if she'd been struck, "Please, Doctor, be more gentle with me. I can't . . ." she shook her head and swallowed, "I can't keep up with you . . . you bloody monster." it seemed she couldn't quite make it to the end without a barb of her own. She grimaced slightly and braced herself, if she was lucky maybe he'd consider it a compliment of sorts.

She was right in assuming that he didn't care why that flushed look spilled over her features. Pain? Pleasure? Perhaps a bit of defiance as even now she tried to hold on but the more she held on, the more she struggled the more he delighted in her breaking.

Ortix relished the cries of pain and while she eventually did plead she still was hanging on a little at the end. He considered this for a moment refraining from constricting her further or thrusting inside her as he gave thought to it for a moment longer. He could completely brake her but if he did that then he was likely to cave in to quick next time for there was going to be a next time. He was enjoying her torment too much for it not to be.

“Good enough … this time ...” he undid the nipple clamps and absorbed them as he did the cattle prod then the needle. Slime rolled down her veins as those spikes and bumps diminish. Pseudopads paid attention to her aching breasts while he recalled most of his slime to him, it pulling itself along her veins, the last of discomfort though more of it assailed her clit from above and below.

The tendril that had been wrapped about her retracted and a grin broke out over his features. “You should be proud, you endured for the longest but now that that is over with you may actually enjoy this.”

He had not moved yet inside her bringing a wet tongue to the column of her neck. It seemed that if she were going to behave and act the proper part as his victim that he was not going to hurt her further.

She tried to twist away reflexively as she felt his mass flow up over the clamps that had been pinching her nipples, but she let out the breath she was holding as they were gently remove. She let out a deep sigh, trembling softly in relief as the cutting barbs slid their way out of her flesh, the extension wound around her torso sliding over her skin as it unwound it's way from around her instead of simple dissolving and being reabsorbed. She sagged as he held her up, just barely remembering to play the part of the supplicant.

"Th-thank you, Sir." she mumbled, though her eyes rolled off to the side unwilling to meet his gaze as she said the words. Her fingers twitched lightly as she uncurled her fists, the only sign of discomfort she could must as the tiny droplets he'd seeded throughout her body began to move to his will. The way the slippery cool tendrils began to roll and stroke over the hot flesh of her chest, particularly winding their way soothingly over the red puffy nipples started her squirming slightly, though she flinched slightly as a bit of him flowed through the hole left by her piercing.

She gave a shrill little gasp as he began to roll over her clit once again, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves from the inside and out. It hurt, at least at first, still swollen and red from the intense shocks he'd focused into it not that long ago, but against her will she could feel her body starting to react. Her breathing growing a bit more rapid as he slid his tongue over the goosebumping flesh of her neck, 'causing her to shiver as her sex clenched reflexively, a trickle of blood rolling along the lips of her sex even as he left himself buried deep inside her for the moment.

He was aware that she was playing a part here though would she fight or just submit next time? He would find her again but the joy was in the not knowing. She was left with enough will where she might decide to fight again. But he left her with enough of a lesson that she would know what noncompliance meant too. But again that was neither her nor there as he focused on what he was doing.

The pain gave way to discomfort. The discomfort to pleasure. He stroked her, caressing the side of her cheek affectionately like a lover. “Your most welcome, dear. Though I know you are fighting back some biting remarks.

“You're just playing along but that is wore then being broken completely, wouldn't you agree? You want to say something but are afraid of what has transpired so you're at an impasse as to what to do.” He chuckled darkly though after a moment the fluidic member inside her began to move within her, slowly at first, parts of that ooze holding down torn flesh so it does not tare further as he flows inside her moving slowly to see how she takes to things at first before he speeds up two quickly. That pseudopod within her flailing inside her passage as he goes.

“Which do you prefer dear?” He asks before halting inside her so that she could and answer the portions of the pseudopod inside her growing harder as the central portions grow softer. He waits for her to answer the question first before he would continue on as if her answer hinged upon what he was going to do next.

"Am I really that transparent?" she said, lifting her chin to nuzzle back into his hand. The smirk was back, hower, the malevolent little one from when she'd told him to dive into a furnace. She knew exactly how obvious she was being, paying lip service to his desires but still working to undercut it with a measure of insincerity. A hollow amount of resistance, she admitted to herself, but any little bit helped keep her grounded. Of course, she was conscious of the fact that it was also playing with fire.

"Mph--!" she stiffened a bit as he started to move, expecing more of the burning sensation she'd gotten earlier as he'd ground against her poor tortured pussy. He was moving slowly though, seemingly carefully. She couldn't quite piece together what was happening inside of her. Her body began to relax against her will as he began to move in time with the tendrils attending the other sensitive points of her body. "I . . . don't really agree . . . but I doubt you care. . ."

The slightly dazed expression on her face as she'd sunk into the warm, comforting feeling spreading over her body popped as he suddenly and without warning picked up the pace. She gasped as he began to roll furiously in and out of her. What had it been that he'd said? That he didn't care why she screamed, so long as she did? It disgusted her to be this creature's play-thing, this constant reversal between pleasure and pain, but she didn't have the willpower left to keep a straight face. As the pseudopod began to spiral and whip in time with the vigorous thrusting, short lustful little cries began to accompany his thrusts.

"Ahn!?" and then, just as suddenly as he'd begun his frenzied thrusting, he came to a complete stop, fully buried inside of her. Her chest rose and fell in a swift but steady rythm as she panted deeply, the occassional delayed spasm 'causing her to twitch occasionally. Her head rolled loosely to one side , her tongue tracing slowly over her lips.

"Ah . . hah . . . mmn . . . is that a . . . rhetorical question?" she asked gently, "Of course I prefer not having spikes shredding my cunt." she responded somewhat incredulously, rolling her shoulders slightly at him.

“Oh, it's more that I have a lot of experience braking girls and know full well that you still have a little fight left seeing what you were able to endure thus far. I could be wrong of course though I doubted that.”

He grinned at her then. When she answers his question as she expects she feels him pressing against the folds of her passage with the outside of his member, the center spring forth, spiraling into her as he drilled into her with a pistoning motion, deep and hard he drilled her as this slime goes back to work on her tits and clit.

This time he is not so rough. Provided that she is submissive it does not seem to matter to him if she has some will left or not though this time he seeks to make her scream in other ways as his tongue cascades down the side of her neck.

"Hahn . . . I'm just . . . holding it in reserve." she responded, swallowing something back as she felt a soft pulsing beat running down the cool length of his invader. A simulated heartbeat, something to remind her that despite the cool, smooth texture the thing buried deeply in her was very much alive, even if she tried to close her eyes and ignore his words, "Mph . . . there's no real outlet for it, after all." she illustrated the point by flexing hard in his grip, the muscles in her body straining but between the pseudopods pinning her arms to the wall, and the tight grip he had on the legs submerged into his main mass she succeeded in little beyond arching her back, causing her breasts to sway with the motion as the flow of water pouring over her spattered a bit wider.

"Mmn . . ." she bit down into her bottom lip as he began to press outwards against her, making her feel more full still as he opened her wider. She rolled her hips slightly back against him, trying to get comfortable with his girth, her lips pursing as she softly murmured at the sensation. "GN!" Her languid expression broke quickly as he surged forward again.

"A-aaahn!? Oh! God . . . what--AH!" her lips parted, her jaw hanging loosely as he made another thrust, the length of him twisting against her as it drove itself home. Her jaw hung loosely, somewhere between shock and ecstasy as he rolled his way in again, reflexively trying to buck her hips back against his as a soft, wordless cry accompanied that thrust as well. "Hahn! Fffffffffffuck yes . . ." she gasped breathlessly.

She twisted her body as he picked up the rhythm, her eyes closed as she pressed her lips together with the tip of her tongue just barely curling up through her lips as he began to squeeze and massage her breasts again as he drilled into her hot pink center. A heedless cry tore its way from her lips as he began to grind against her clit in time with his thrusts as well, her eyes wide and expression shocked at the sensation as her tongue rolled out and hung loosely from her mouth, overwhelmed by the sensations he was pouring into her.

He felt her body flutter in the secure confines of his embrace, the threat of impending climax making her shiver in anticipation. "God, yes . . . please . . . don't stop . . . " she panted, playing up the part to stroke his ego, though only just barely, lost in the feelings assailing a body so recently inundiated with pain.

“I had assumed as much though it gives us something to play with in the future perhaps.” Whether or not he would see her again he left implied. Knowing he was coming at some point, that he would take her in time should be effective enough to keep her gazing over her shoulder for so time never knowing when he was going to show up again.

Still he seemed as pleased by her pleasure as he had with her pin Her body tightening had little effect on him as he was like water in way taking the shape of the container it was in. Even is she were loose his body would have filled her.

Still even if her submission was feigned he seemed to not be bothered by it. They were all playing their roles after all and she right now was already playing the illusionry role of student.

But let her dread the worse. He continued to assail her body until the pleas for him not to stop came. He was not quiet done with her yet and drew out of her then as well as release the grip he was using on her.

More of his slime sliding towards his body to be absorbed by him.

“Give me a reason why I shouldn't just stop as I had dear?” He waited, grinning as he witnessed her flushed form sitting there. “Consider your next move carefully.” Pleasure, pain. It did not matter to him. He left her with enough fight, enough pride to decide between the two but which would she choose?

He was a scientist and thus he was a teacher as well by default and this was but another question in human nature that he wished to find out.

She was there, right there at the cusp of release, her breath short and her eyes unfocused as another minor tremor ran through her. And then, just like that, he withdrew and dumped her roughly onto the tile with a small splash. Her head and shoulders braced against the wall was the only thing that kept her upright, she didn't have the power to stand between electric jolts and the way her body was crying and its denial.

She took a few deep breaths as she looked up through him, blinking at the soft light from the overhead lights until her eyes finally began to regain focus. Gingerly, she reached up and touched her side, wincing as she pressed against the rib, the tip of her finger coming back wet with blood before the stream running overhead rinced it from her digit. She didn't want to look down and see the streamers of faint pink water circling the drain.

Her eyes lightly flicked from side to side as she looked up at him. She knew what he wanted . . . or, at least she thought she did. For her to crawl her way wet tile, back into the tumbling rush of water, and to beg him for more attention. Probably producing a new pseudopod to meet her prostrate form that she could suckle and debase herself on. She grit her teeth slightly as she felt her pussy twitch at the thought, she was sexually charged and the denial was getting to her already.

"I'm afraid I don't have one." she said, letting out a deep sigh as she feigned disappointment, "If you're already tired of me, I suppose I'll just have to settle for finishing myself off." she shrugged her shoulders slightly "Or maybe a cold shower." she added with a bit of a smirk. Still she let the hand that had touched her ribs slowly roam down along her flank, rolling the palm of her hand down the front of her lap as she reclined somewhat on the floor, and then down along her leg pushing her stance a little wider before she drew her fingers back against the soft flesh of her thighs and cupped her sex. She didn't hide it from him as she traced her fingers up and along her labia, and then down before grinding her palm against her clit.

"Jesus . . . sharp enough?" she pouted, wincing as her fingers brushed over one of the scratches running along the inside of her body, "You used to have flesh . . . I'd think you'd know better." she murmured.

Hm, interesting. She chose a middle ground in a way. He hardly thought she would beg though most people got caught up in one extreme or the other. She found a middle road so to speak. He watched the water play with her wounds and watched on.

He was not bored but interested in her next action. And now not wishing to beg for his attention but at the same time able to use her appendages he moved closer to the drain careful of it since he could pass through it and picked up the nipple rings all the while watching her though he knew that her fingers wouldn't feel s good, especially since he had torn her up fairly good but the ooze beneath her clit rolls and stimulates her making it clear that he can control parts of him that have been detached from the main body.

“Stop your whining I could have made them even sharper if I wanted. But I think I'm going to hang onto these dear until next we meet.”

He absorbs the dumb bells into his body though other than the slime within her he watches at least for now.

Juniper tilted her head back, her shoulders shaking softly as he dazed eyes looked up languidly at her tormentor. Deep, hot pants of breath escaped her softly parted lips as a deep flush shown on her pale skin. It was disgusting . . . having this thing drive her so far. She wasn't trying to endure anymore . . . she needed to get off, to find relief. Part of her didn't care if he lingered about to watch her reveling in her helplessness or not, though the rest of her resented him for putting her in this state to begin with. Her softly panting moans, pitched up into a shrill little gasp as the work of her fingers was suddenly aided by a dollop of his mass that had remained behind to pinch and stroke at her clit.

"Ah!" her eyes focused briefly as her shoulders arched, something about the way the light was showing through his central mass. A pair of familiar tiny shadows in the translucent film that made up his body. Her other hand slid along the tile and noticed the lack of her piercings by the drain, clouding her face as he smugly said that he'd return them to her next time. Of course, there was no telling what he'd do to them in the meanwhile, and she'd rather not give him the excuse to hunt her down again, but then without the support of her legs she'd never close the distance to try and forcibly retrieve them. Unless she could draw him closer, she supposed, but that came with risks of its own.

"Hfff!" she bit into her bottom lip and hissed through her teeth as she pushed her fingers passed her glistening lips, her knees drawing closer together as they pushed against the furrows he'd dug into her earlier. It hurt . . . but at least it was on her own terms. That was the theory, at any rate, as plunged two fingers home, causing her body to twitch as she bit back a shout. Her chest rose and fell with each deep breath as she blinked back tears, each fissure stretching as she prodded herself slowly but firmly.

"Nng . . . I think I have a legitimate grievance . . ." she said, bowing her shoulders forward and letting her sodden hair fall over her face, stroking in and out slowly but firmly. She tried to picked up the pace, but each time her breath would hitch as she pulled too hard against one of the scratches and she'd slow back down. "Aah . . . you asshole . . . how am I supposed to work with this?" She shoulders shook slightly as she slid her fingers out, biting back a curse or two as her knuckles sent a jolt of pain through her. She moved to teasing shallowly, rubbing in firm little circles over her lips and sex, her thumb lightly pressing against her clit as she worked, picking up the pace and intensifying the feelings running through her body . . . but lacking the depth that would truly offer her satisfaction.

Ortix delight in braking her down like this. Pleasure or pain made little difference to him and he was going to have his fun either way. As a sadist he had more fun hearing those delicious screams of pain but the screams of girls humiliated into receiving their own pleasure were just as good.

He flowed against her feeling her clit with his oozy body that stuck upon her as he pressed against her hearing those sounds of the inevitable defeat behind them that carried so well to his “ears”.

Fighting not to scream had been an interest of his. Did she actually think she could deny him his prize that he worked so hard to obtain?

“It's your fault for not giving in quicker,” he chuckled as his hands seized her breasts, fingers pressing over her as ooze flowed in between the holes where her piercings would have been stimulating the entire nipple both inside and out.

“Ask nicely and I may consider assisting you though even now you seek to defy me so perhaps I won't,” he chuckled. “You won't know until you ask I suppose.”

Her bottom lip trembled softly as she breathed a bit more forcefully through her nose, the way his cool smooth texture rolled over the hot sensitive nub of her clit sending tiny shivers of electrical delight dancing over her nerves as she continues to run her fingers over the soaked folds of her sex. Still too raw to dare anything deeper, she turned her face away from him to focus on the far wall as he chided her for not simply surrendering to him from the beginning. Maybe that would have been smarter . . . she'd been foolish enough to think that her triumph last night had done anything to change her circumstance. One dead monster or no, she was still what she was, a plaything for inhuman creatures like the Doctor here. Even now she was being stubborn . . . her body knew that this thing could give her what it was craving. But she still turned away from him.

"Aa . . " her eyes narrowed slightly as he responded to her reticence by pressing the dripping pseudo-pods that served as his hands to her breasts, squeezing them firmly with artificial fingers as he seeped over the holes in her nipples, his mass beginning to roll over and through her nipples, adding it to the way he was already teasing her clit. Her knees drew together, though her thighs were still parted enough not to interfere with her hand, the way he was teasing the most vulnerable parts of her distracting her from the pain she was feeling as she reflexively began to stroke in and out over her folds as she circled them, her tongue lightly tracing her lips before leaving them slightly parted, panting softly as she pressed her eyes closed, as if trying to ignore his presence.

"Mmph . . ." she bucked her hips unconsciously against the tile floor "W-why . . . why would I ask you for anything?" she asked, "You've made it clear . . ." she paused for a sigh that angled up towards a lustful cry as his slimy touch drew together in a pinch, "you don't care what I want . . . Hell, you've thrown every request back in my face . . ."

“I throw it in your face so you realize how simple things could be. I am going to get my pleasure one way or another, quite frankly I do not care if you're in bliss or agony I can and do reveal in both.” Ortix chuckled softly. “You have discovered that the hard way today.

“But you are right, I do not care but at times I do listen my dear. When you have surrendered to me completely then you shall have what you wish but until that point I'll take your requests into consideration at least.”

His fingers continued to play with her breasts, all the signs of her arousal had been there and he had not let up as he flowed over her clit. Portions of himself flowed into her around her fingers though he did nothing with this ooze yet.

“Ask my dear. What does it hurt.” And to that he chuckled as if emphasizing that her stubbornness did not do much better.