She seemed to reluctantly accept his proposition, he could feel her mind under all that ooze struggling against the raging chemicals, even the slight island breeze, making her moist. Slimer laughs as she thinks she has felt and dealt with worse.

The bargain is struck, I shall not penetrate you, he says walking closer, he simply reaches out and removes the stick from her hand as one would take candy from a baby. Her arms remain stretched about her slime coated head, and he stays wary of any kicks. He looks at the splintered wood, still coated with some of his blood, before tossing it off into the woods. It was impressive and a testament to her fighting spirit she has managed to keep it through all the had befallen the poor woman.

You have until the slime is fully evaporated, another 15 minutes I assume, based on how much still coats and drips off your hair, he says a hand going out and touching the top of her head, before pulling it back and then wiping her face off, some remaining glued into her eyelashes, bangs, and eye brows.

And when you lose, I will fuck you in until I'm satisfied. He lowers her until she is standing on her feet, his their tentacle slipping around her ankles binding them together. The tentacle tip wrapping her ankles travels up her calf and settles it's tip between her thighs.

His hand flings the excess slime away and he reaches forward, his hands and strong forearms reaching up under her shirt, cupping and fondling her breasts, still covered by her slime-soaked shirt and bra, if there were one.

How does that feel? he asks tauntingly, knowing the answer both from experience and his link directly to her mind.

No reason to rush, let her realize her folly slowly, and give her a chance to have the fight she craved, even if this one would be against herself.

While he remains weary of a kick none came. Not because she couldn't see so well but a challenge had been agreed upon. She did Kendo most of her life and practiced Judo off and on being a competitive spirit even if she didn't truly believe he would let her go she would at least have the satisfaction of winning.

Her shoulders ached more than usual she thought as she remained suspended by them. It assisted her a little allowing her to focus on the discomfort more than the pleasure boiling up inside her. But that ache diminished as she was set down on her feet. Other tentacles moved up from her ankles like serpents coiling about her legs. That minor movement felt so good, her eyes closing as he tilted her head back and wiped her face clean of the slime for the most part.

She could only guess that he was immune to it or that it only worked in an unfamiliar capacity. Rebecca opened her eyes seeing beads of green from the slime still at the ends of her eye lashes but otherwise seeing fairly well.

“Ohhh ...” A small gasp escapes her feeling those hands travel beneath her top and bra. Her nipples stiff from the slime are easy to discover.

She grits her teeth wanting to snap at him and yet refraining at the same time. It was foolish to lie in that situation. He knew damn well what she had to be feeling knowing the effect of that slime.

Fifteen minutes. I can do that ... She tells herself that.

“If y-you think I'm going to ask for it from that you'd be mistaken,” she didn't deny that it felt good. Rebecca wasn't much of a liar even if she hated this situation. Besides, it would be evident that she enjoyed that touch.

This was going to end badly for her but there was no choice she had to give it her all. She refrained from struggling, not that he said she couldn't resist but she believed it would go against the spirit of their little challenge. So like a fighter she took it on the chin.

The demon looks at her innocent and lovely face as his large strong hands squeeze and caress her breasts. Slimer knows she has already lost and that with a few mental commands the game would end at any time. Yet, he decides to have fun with his prey as time was certainly on his side. To his victim the intensity of her need and the flow of time would seem to crawl as fingertips traced over her constrained mounds.

One hands slips from under her shirt and traces down her taut side and down her slender hip. His palm strokes slowly down her hip to her thigh, and he rubs along the outside of it. His other strong hand, uses his finger to lightly stroke over her hardened left nipple.

That hand keeps going down her smooth shaved leg until if reaches her muscular calf and then he has his palm flat against her shin. Ever so slowly he begin sliding up the front of her smooth leg, occasional rivulets of slime making their skin slip against one another. His fingers are sliding along the front of her bare knee while his thumb slides up her inner leg.

you have nice legs Becca, very smooth, again dropping her name that he had cleaned from her thoughts. Upwards that hand goes his thumbs tracing up her inner thigh, sliding closer and closer to her panty covered pussy. Just when it appears that thumb would brush over her lower lips and magic pearl, it swings one inch to the outside of it, sliding right past. He repeats the entire motion three times, looking up at the anguish on her lovely face.

She might be a fighter, but he planned on playing dirty, his foreplay and teasing having just begun.

She had no clue that he had tapped into her mind. Even the use of her name hadn't drawn bells of suspicion. She would have simply chalked it up to him doing a little research if she had been clear headed. At the time she was focused on surviving the challenge.

But why had it felt so good? Even spots that normally did not phase her felt as if they were on fire as those hands moved against her. If he was so inclined he could have taken her pulse when his finger traced over on of her hard nipples.

”Gghh ...” She panted wishing to move away but willing herself to stay still and endure the attention.

A shiver shooting up her spine at feeling his hand against her leg as the demon studied her legs. A compliment was paid to her though she had not snapped back with a retort. Oddly she was raised to respect others, even if she goaded people into competition she refrained from hurling insults for the most part.

That defiance lead to this moment, however. Those fingers deliberately missing their mark not once or twice but thrice. “D-Damn you,” she gasped out glaring at him as the ground beneath her sucked up the moisture that had been dripping out of her needing sex.

Her eyes darted to her watch glancing upward at her extended arms. She couldn't get a good read on the time to get a sense of how long it had been even though they had just started. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle another moan and hoped a little pain would allow her to focus.

“I … I want … I want you and your cock to go away … UNH!!!” She closed her eyes in an effort to shut things out but that did not work at all.

My, my, Becca. Still the feisty one with such a fresh mouth. I can see you dripping through your panties. Slimer taunts, indicating with his eyes, her moisture seeping down, mixing in droplets with tiny puddles of slime. Such a messy and dirty little girl. I think we'll need to deal with this.

His hand slips free of her lovely breast, and the other leaves her smooth leg and his thumbs slip under the band of her underwear, sliding the soft fabric down those toned legs, and letting them fall around her ankles where the tentacle wraps.

Such a lovely little slut. Shaved nicely have we? the demon smiles at the poor brunette. Both hands trace back up her toned legs, one continues going up her thigh, to her waist, and then on heading back under her t-shirt, and resumes caressing her breasts over her bra, his thumb starting to rub into the fabric we're her hardened nipples reside.

His other hand resumes it taunting journey, sliding up the inside of her thigh, but this time does not deviate. His middle and ring rings sliding to her lower lips, rubbing gently back and forth, slick with her own juices. His palm presses lightly against her electrified clit. His eyes locked on her innocent looking face as he makes contact with her love button.

What were you saying Becca about me and my cock? he asks, has both hands go to work, rubbing gently at her erogenous spots, listening for thoughts that would direct him to maximizing her pleasure and adjusting his movements to correspond to those thoughts.

Her cheeks a flush red she turns her head to the side so as not to look at him directly. She wants to retort but there is nothing that she could say given the evidence that was there. It was all so arousing. That touch upon her skin had been maddening. Her nipples quite sensitive as he touched them over her bra.

“F-Fuck ...” she stammered as her resolve wavered for a moment.

Me ... she thought for a brief moment before her mind surged back.

“You,” She was attempting to sound defiant but clearly was not, her voice diminishing. Her panties tugged down her eyes snap open feeling how intense even the air was on her and that had not been accounting for his fingers moving over her.

She moaned out. Her eyes pressing closed to hide how glassy they had become as it took all her effort to hold back against those waves of electricity.

Her thoughts had been a rambling mess. She did not like men at all and while she was far from the sort that had been anti-men she could do without their touch. It disgusted her and yet why was this feeling so good? Holding herself back had been important to her. She knew the consequences, she may not have been a virgin any longer but it had not been often that she was penetrate and thus she was as tight as one could hope to be.

Her ass equally as tight. The pain would be horrendous given his earlier statements of taking her roughly. Gagging on that cock as he violently took her mouth was the least of her worries. If she didn't have so much pride, if she wasn't such a fighter the first option would have been best.

How much time had past? How much longer? Her mind pleaded as she struggled against that slime. “Don't … don't touch me AHHHHH there,” Of course she could not stop him feeling and orgasm building one that would inevitably hit her by his touch alone.

She feared it, how intense it would be. Would that alone push her past that brink? She continued to resist though it was clear that her resolve was weakening. There was a surge every once in a while as if she were drowning breaking to the surface every once in a while for a few seconds before being consumed by those waters longer and longer each time.

The demon smiled as even her quick come backs seemed halted and jittery as the situation she was in became readily apparent. The demon's mind hears the beginning of her breaking as her fuck you almost came out differently. A bigger smile stretches his bronzed face. Her moans filled the air.

That's it Becca, let it go, let those moans of pleasure free. All this denial and suffering can come to and end, and you can embrace the pleasure.

Her thoughts flood into his mind, images of what she found attractive and it was females of her species. The demon couldn't blame the young woman, as they certainly were attractive. He scanned for erotic thoughts that might aid him. Her thoughts of how tight her little pussy and ass were and of how she would never survive a thorough fucking made him even harder if that was possible.

He used the link to feel her resistance fading, pleasure building as his fingers rubbed her labia, and his palm strokes softly against her magic button. Yet as he slowly rubbed, he would wait for that pleasure to build and carefully froze each time it seemed the friction was getting her close to breaking. Then in that moment of anxiety, he would slowly rub again, her juices slowly dripping onto his hand. Over and over he would repeat the process of pleasure and denial.

To her credit the slime had ceased to drip and hang from her in excess, and her messy upper half simply remained coated in the vile green slime. If only she could hold out another ten minutes or so the bet would be won. Yet in her mind and body, time has slowed to a crawl, building pleasure, and pent up release, and continual denial would become her universe. Maybe he would slip up and she could latch onto an orgasm, but he had her mind guiding his touches, and it was a spy betraying her better than even a best friend could. He listened closely and watch the images looking for other desires and pleasures to invoke.

Release is yours for the taking Becca, this can all be over with sooner rather than later. Your choice to end your suffering.

She was hanging on but just barely. It was so hard holding back with him touching her that way. Constantly her pleasure stroked as easily as adding logs to a fire. Yet he backs off listing to her inner thoughts before that crescendo sweeps over her. Silent tears roll down her cheeks, So good ... Can't give up … got to hold on ...

There was the deal, the pain that filled her mind at being ravished as a consequence of failure. The pain that it would bring, the shame of failing again. As he listened to her thoughts he would discover that there were few beings that actually penetrated her and one had been multiple times building up her tolerance for that drug. Not always had things gone her way, sometimes he would simply drug her and leave her suffering while strung up in one of his webs on account of her mouth.

The begging and pleading had been agonizing.

There was something else within her mind that he could harvest the relationships she had here. There were three and she had been thinking that she had been cursed. There were plenty of other students she had been with and everyone of them had vanished save for two. One she rarely saw around, a bookworm she had a tryst while the other, given how badly things developed for them that day, had been avoided. Neither one wishing to speak of what happened with that fiend.

There was a lot of loss trapped in her mind. Many of these encounters had been brief, a one off thing before they vanished. There may have been students that he had taken at one time or another. Primarily there were two that stuck in her mind, those that meant the most to her before they had disappeared.

Her first lover Makeena where she had to sacrifice her body in order to get her back from that octopus creature only to have her up and vanish. The sad part was that no one else had remembered that she was even in the same class with her as if she never existed. Over time she had considered that she was either crazy or that thing implanted her in her mind as some sort of trick. The other was Juniper who seemed real. People at least remembered her claiming that she just suddenly transferred out. That tended to happen a lot, girls just transferring without saying anything about it. At times others just popped back up. It was weird and something was going on but what?

Her time with Juniper was strongest. From finding her after an attack to eventually being with the photographer to her heart breaking disappearance. She was cautious around others now not allowing them to get too close rather than having them vanish as well. Her drive in besting these things had been strong. She wasn't trying to figure things out but sought to get revenge in some fashion. Punching a bully only to get beat down in the end was what happened more times then not.

Her spirit was as strong as Juniper's in that resolve to fight. And now it had been her own thoughts that had fought against her, Juniper herself telling her to let go. Or was that the demon? She was confused and frustrated. Very frustrated at that.

No, it was the demon! It had to be! She wasn't this weak as much as that nude image rested before her subconscious eye, as inviting those thoughts made her as she saw that wet pussy spread out on the bed before eyes the aroma intoxicating as she tastes those juices on her tongue.

“Or that pain … only increases ...” She grit her teeth teetering but not falling just yet against the impact that simple touch made. She almost came but he was good at backing off at just the right time. She let out a frustrated scream shaking her head from side to side in a futile effort to hold on.

The demon continued methodically rubbing her soft sex, his fingers and palms moist from her fluids slowly rubbing back and forth, amping her up and letting her back down. Her struggles were much less intense physically, but with eyes shut and head shaking, she fought a harder rape. He was digging through her memories, seeking and searching until he found Juniper. Forced to the front, he lets the image of her legs spread, sex moistened, her body arching, hands grasping, fingers interlaced in her silky hair, pulling, her tongue dancing as the flavor was savored, her aroma inhaled, repeat in her mind. He kept searching, her mind letting slip free moments, memories images and smells.

There will be no denial, no wanting need, just my cock filling you up, giving you delights, simply ask for me to fuck you, to give you the pleasure... the demons voice is low and smooth, but in her mind it's a higher pitch, the words coming in flashes from her ex lovers mouth.

Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, tell me how much you need to cum, to feel me inside you, her lover whispers, as his fingers slide up and down, enough pressure to feel her shudder, slowly and steadily in a rhythm over her magic pearl. Faces of her orgasming lovers are brought in a slide show highlight reel of ecstacy to her mind's eye. Memories of their faces, coming into and out of consciousness. Memories of their leaving and the anger it causes and her desire to fight being pushed slowly away.

He feels her warmth, her aroma fills the air, and he breaths it in deeply. He continues rubbing, the friction amplified by the chemicals, the aphrodisiacs burning her hot with need, and he waits. The slime continues to evaporate, most of her t-shirt has dried, a slightly wet stain remaining, her hair still covered in some of the green goo as she shakes her head, the chemicals leaving her hair straight and soft where it has already disappeared. The cool gooey hat feeling, slowly becoming lighter, as time passes, the weight decreasing.

He realizes time is running low, maybe another 5 minutes, but he senses her close to breaking, and rubs a little faster, pondering whether to allow her release or not, deciding on keeping that plateau a reward for breaking. Slimer continues the mental and physical assault, keeping his mental domination commands in check as a final failsafe.

There had been a steady stream of images floating past her mind's eye. From the simple trysts to the more complex relationships. Each ending abruptly more or less though it is the one of Juniper that takes shape. That succulent pussy spread for her eyes to feast upon. So mouth watering, so erotic.

“I … I … thought your were gone.” Confused, it is too difficult for her to concentrate on anything given the buzz of that aphrodisiac rushing through her. She breaths in deep heavily breaths words coming at her at the same time her body is teased further.

Give in.

Still she struggles. This can't be real and yet it feels so. Her peak grows then that ultimate bliss reseeds only to build up again when she comes down from that high just enough. It is maddening, the strain on her as Juniper speaks. She is hardly aware of how much slime had evaporated.

Confused as to what was happening her last memory had been … that demon … tear filled eyes open again as her own juices slid down her thighs. She wants to cum! And yet she is denied again, her body trembling in response to that teasing nature of his. Yet each time she closes her eyes to catch her breath and struggle against those sensations engulfing her it's Juniper that she sees encouraging her to let go.

Her hands clench into fists, fingernails biting into her palms as she tries to use something, anything to hold onto as an anchor. “P-Please ...” She bites her lower lip, so close, her pride making her fight against the images and the aphrodisiac. Her chest continues to heave, she moans out, her thighs attempting to rub themselves together as she squirms before him.

“Just do it already!” She practically growls in frustration so close to submitting but falling short of speaking those words.

The demon senses she is close under the barrage of sensual touches and images of her dearest lover enticing her. Time was growing shorter, but he felt he still had enough to win the bet rather more fairly than he could have, by simply mentally dominating her and forcing her to speak the words. Although in a couple more minutes he would have to. Let her fight he thinks, her breaking will be that much more enjoyable, he thinks as the agony of nails biting into her own flesh burns into his mind. She certainly was a fighter, and her words are close but not good enough.

Her lover entices her, her beautiful face and body all there is in the world. He decides to prepare her and take things a step further. He pulls with his tentacles, her arms slowly pulled down from above her head to her sides and slightly backwards as he spins her around and pulls her slender form into his muscular embrace, settling her on his lap. In her mind, she is falling backwards onto a bed, her lover crawling towards her. His tentacle uncoils from her legs in the process, letting those toned legs rest against his warm muscular thighs, and his cock slips up between her legs. He reaches around her body, and strokes those inner thighs, parting them as she sits, before his strong hand begin again. One slips over her shoulder and begins fondling her breast yet again, in her mind it's her lover enticing her, rubbing against that bra, under the neck opening on her t-shirt. His other strong arm, reaches, his hand spreading those soft lower lips as she rest against him. His strong cock rubs at that dripping entrance not quite penetrating her. His finger tips begins circle and stroke her clit, and in her mind it's her lovers tongue dancing in circles around it, her soft lips forming a warm suction around the pearl.

You are almost there, almost free, tell me you want me to fuck you. Ask me and the suffering ends and we can be together again. You want to feel me, you want to cum hard for me don't you? Slimer whispers from behind her, but in her mind, she is wrapped in the arms of Juniper her lover, her hands caressing her breast, and the image flashes and she is on her stomach lying between her legs, kissing and licking her thighs. Those sensual seductive words come from her post lover's lips. Her succulent mouth moving ever closer before finally finding her clit, pleasure exploding through her. His fingertips sliding in circles around her love button, at the peak of her lips. In her mind it's her lover's lips and tongue firm and exploring, her hand reaching up to her lovely breast.

He continues to rub keeping her close but not letting her reach that plateau of bliss. Giving her some time, not much remained, although he could always renew the timer as well he thinks with a chuckle, another bend of the rules, but certainly not denied in the bet. Perhaps she will break and neither mental command, nor an additional sliming would be required, he waits as he continues to pleasure her amped up body, not quite letting her reach her blissful release.

“June,” a whispered gasp follows as she looks on upon her lover unaware what was happening to her in the real world. His body felt like the bed beneath her, blue eyes gazing longingly at her lover as she neared.

Arms lowered, her chest heaves, her skin sweltering. That drug racing through her mind. Slimer would still feel her struggling, something seemed off to her yet time slipped by weakening her resolve further. Why had her cheeks been wet? Clearly those had been tears of happiness, at being reunited with her lover after all this time.

Her clit ached and twitched beneath that heated touch and the crown of his member found that she was quit ready, puffy lips threatened to engulf him while those juices leaked out over that tip. It was tough for her to distinguish what was real and what played out in her head. She knew that she should be fighting but failed to comprehend why.

He would hear her moan. Even see her nod to her unseen love as she arches her back instinctively. Breasts jutted out in the process as her back pressed up against that muscular chest of his. “I … I want it Juni. P-Please give it too me.”

Something nagged at her, No, this isn't right.

That slime was nearly gone but it was impossible to battle her mind and body at the same time. If this was a dream she didn't wish to wake from it. Her hips swayed from side to side rubbing up against that time further lubricating it in her juices.

Finally she gave voice to the chaos that had been swimming through her mind. “Yes! I want you! Fuck me Juni, please! I want to cum so bad!” She pleaded in agreement that need growing to strong for her to battle against given what she wanted was right there before her, slender fingers touching and caressing her as Juniper rested above her.

That dick interrupted sometimes as a tongue, at others fingers as her body was played with while she laid beneath that touch wanting to embrace her lover, her arms even move in his tentacles in order to do so restrained unless given any slack. “I want you so bad.”

The demon felt the heat of her body rising, her need growing, and in her mind her departed lover had returned. It was enough that she was lost in the lust of the moment. Her begging and pleading to be fucked was music to his demonic ears. While she was begging to be fucked, he discounted that is was her lover she longer for, as she wasn't truly there, merely a figment created by him, and as such was actually himself. He allows her wrists movement to reach and grasp for her lover. In her mind, maybe her desire would be strong enough to continue the illusion, yet with the lack of reinforcement of touch perhaps not.

With a grin he allowed the mental scenario to continue even as he prepared to take his lovely prey and fuck her even more senseless.

You are mine... he whispers the words, wondering if they would come from her lover, or if realization would dawn upon her of her loss of the bet.

The hand fondling her breast over her bra ceases, and slides itself under her lovely rear. He lifts her up slightly a few more inches off his lap, and reaches back around with his other hand, and grasps his cock, slick with her lubrication. He grabs the girth and aligns it away from her sopping sex and places the tip against her puckered and tight backdoor.

Everything ready, he reaches back around and continues to play with her clit, letting her body weight slowly return with the lifting hand as it presses against her anus.

That's it Becca, relax and let me inside, let me feel you, let me fuck you as we both need.

He let's the mental imagery continue, Juniper her lover between her legs, licking her tender clit, perhaps sinking a few digits into her tight backdoor. He wonders whether the image would break under the slow intrusion. Either way he waited for his throbbing tip to slip past her tight ringed muscles.

He couldn't decide if it would be more fun to have her knowing from the start she had lost, and was about to be fucked in the ass, or if she would be into it for her lover's sake before he shattered the illusion and took her long and hard. He waited and knew he would find out any second and either way knew he would enjoy fucking the hot beauty.

Man she is tight, Slimer thinks even more so than his usual victims, apparently pleasured very infrequently by herself or other guests.

She had been snared in that illusion, the state more dream-like to her and thus her mind had interpreted stimuli in a way that made sense even if this didn't truly make sense to her. There were so many questions she had about Juniper's disappearance. Where had she gone? How had she returned? Ultimately it had not mattered as those questions slipped from her mind.

Able to use her arms better now she reached yet had been unable to hold, unable to grasp the object of her affection. She tried to move closer but found that her legs had not been responding. The torment of Tantalus, to forever go thirsty and hungry in Hades despite being stood in a pool of water and almost within reach of a fruit tree.

The object of her desire was there just out of reach. Hearing Juniper's words she had to agree with her. “Yes, I'm yours ...”

She was oblivious to what was really going on it seemed or maybe she gave into what she saw, the aphrodisiac taking it's toll on her weakening that resolve into mush. Her breathing hitches for a moment, eyes tightening as that phallus presses against her back door then in. To her it's the feel of two fingers entering her. Fingers she closes around finding it difficult to relax.

“Uh! Juni, it f-feels weird ...” Yet with that blazing need inside her it felt good at the same time. The sensation wasn't totally alien to her but she had still not been use to it. Trembling her hand reaches down only to circle around the base of the cock that presses inside her. To her she's reaching down to grasp the wrist of her lover. She doesn't attempt to pull that hand away however.

“S-SlowAHHH!!!” Her head tips backwards, her tied back brown hair dangling as she does so causing her chest to jut out a bit more. Nipples prominent beneath her shirt and bra both throbbing and aching even as that other hand settles upon one squeezing it while inadvertently giving him a hand job as he slides in and out the tight confines of her ass.

The demon's cock is slowly engulfed by the heat of her tight ass, Rebecca sliding down onto the intruder. The squeezing tightness was beyond almost any he had ever encountered. In her mind, she remained firmly entrenched in her lover's fingers sinking inside her. He decides to leave her to fantasy for the moment, as her hand grabs the cock at it's base to try and slow the intrusion, her tiny hands grabbing him tightly, only increasing the demon's pleasure.

We will start slow Beca, your ass is amazing, he says. He slowly lifts her back up and shaft until just the tip remains inside and then drops her back down the length. At every decent he leaves her completely embedded to adjust before repeating each lift. It takes awhile before he settles into a rhythm, his hips beginning to thrust up meeting each decent. The soft sounds of their fucking, filling the quiet forest air.

That's it Beca, relax, we both needed this so much. Her lover continues moaning as he slowly builds in intensity, knowing it wouldn't be long that he could hold out against the amazingly tight hole and combination hand job.

The tentacle rubbing her clit begins to pick up it's pace, sliding it's slick velvety flesh rapidly over her sensitive pearl. In her mind, her lover Juniper's tongue works feverishly seeking to make her cum, the beauty finally returned to her.

His hand slips under her shirt and slips the bra up, freeing her constrained breasts. They begin to move and bounce freely as his hand grasps one tender orb, rubbing the tender hardened nub with his thumb. In her mind her lover works her clit, tit and ass with her mouth, hand, and fingers, moaning with hungry need and desire.