No shortage of strawberry liquids graced his senses whereas the captive amazonness could do nothing but whimper as he feasted on her wares. One heaving globe had been neglected, the other consumed where the continuous extraction of thick warm milk drained both fluids and tension from her chest. The stark contrast of denial and relief reflected her overall state as he brought more vile toys into play.

Ever greater sources of torment and pleasure adhered her body as much as they filled her up. She could not heal quickly enough to dispose of the leeches or the drugs they injected into her system, nor could her bucking hips hope to shake the one nibbling and sucking deeply on her pulsing clitoris. It would've been a nightmare come true to many, but her enjoyment would've made one wonder whether devil or huntress were more corrupted by their fondness for the pleasures of the flesh.

„Guh!“ The sudden pressure below had her glance down, but the sensation immediately tossed her head back into her neck with a sharp cry. Her aching cock expanded around the alien creature, stretching uncomfortably yet deliciously around the narrow albeit prehensile girth which wriggled its way deeper into her length until Slarr brought it to a halt.

She was bounced back and forth between the two invading girths, her hips desperate to receive either one or the other though her focus had wavered quite significantly. All she knew was their blessed friction sent jolts of scalding hot bliss through her system, more or less setting her core ablaze when they came at her with greater speed. The inner machinations of their equally quickening pace eluded her senses as more and more matters had been dismissed as irrelevant by her ever more addled mind.

Not that Ania, whose drool speckled the corners of her mouth, could even hope to grasp much of anything right now. Azure eyes had long since rolled back into her skull, and gritted teeth could do nothing to stem the flow of ever more heated, escalating moans building up to a most feverish crescendo. The sheer abundance of stimulation, whether pain or pleasure, simply became too much. Too much to focus her thoughts or continue serving him to the fullest. Such denial was beyond cruel and chipped away at her resolve at a maddening rate. It took everything not to collapse on the spot though the once proud huntress couldn't stand against her lover's merciless barrage of twisted ecstasy forever.

All the while, her most productive testes engorged with their liquid blessings, their heavy bulging mass stirred and viciously smacked by Slarr's relentless, surging hips time and time again. The contents were constantly churned by their union. They welled up inside her, as did the molten heat within her core that was about to overwhelm her. Yet Slarr fed her the purest form of delight and the phallus in his grasp throbbed violently, seemingly on the verge of bursting apart at the seams.

„T-Take it ..“ She stammered in the haze of her current state which began to feel more like a fever dream than anything else. Her glassy gaze fell down to him, practically begging for that highly desired release. Ania felt hot inside, her vision blurry with tears welling up in her eyes the more her own needs weren't met. Slowly but surely, her thoughts revolved around nothing but the urge to cum. She knew he wouldn't permit it, let alone offer some measure of relief for her failure, but the voluptuous woman was nothing short of desperate.

Soon, however, before he had been satisfied, the hot throbbing spire quaked following a moment of weakness. Silken folds tighten and constrict around his demonic shaft, a rush of crystal clear nectar sheathing him in warmth and allowing him to pierce that newfound tightness that much easier as the bound beauty shuddered in her bindings.

The Master wouldn't be pleased, but there was no going back now. Her seed would no longer be contained. Ania's back arched in the moment of release while the cavern echoed the herm's howl of sexual frustration. She blew her copious molten load, unable to squeeze it past Slarr's hand and that small creature sheathed within her girth yet the need was too great to withstand any longer. All she could do now was to face the consequences of failure.

His tail came up again playing a crude tune against those needles as she failed to keep herself in check. Her passage slicker and tighter he thrust up into her while keeping his hand squeezed about her shaft just like choking off a garden hose refusing to allow her to cum at least in that manner.

“Urgh ...” The added pressure had him firing into those depths adding to the wetness there. His hand still wound tightly against her member. “Used up too much stamina with Wild Berry, hm?”

A finger rubbed against the creature inside her as he scratched her shaft lightly with a claw. Initially he had thought to cut the thing out with a little cut after letting it travel a little more. He had control over it's movements but instead allowed her to eject it.

It would be a bit more painful that way too. Letting that cum build up to uncomfortable levels first he then released her shaft allowing the backed up cum to fire forth gushing like a fire hose and driving the creature out of her. Normally he would have been drenched in her cum had he not gone insubstantial to allow it to shoot through him a cloud of smoke hovering around her for the duration of her ejaculation.

Those leeches continued to such and the dildo pressing into her ass had been relentless. When her ejaculations slowed to a drizzle he reformed taking his place in her quivering pussy as if he never left in the first place. “Now now, you should be punished for your obedience. Or perhaps I should deny you seeing Wild Berry for a bit since she contributed to this. Or I could exhaust you completely and let you experience just what those students do.”

While he considered to himself fingers swept off the crown of her wet shaft then present them to her lips for consumption. “Your punishment … a week stuck in the appearance of a student forbidden to use any of your abilities save regeneration since you cannot control that,” at least to his knowledge she was unable to control it. “A blond student should I ever call on you. A defenseless one so that the others here can victimize you. The hunter becomes the hunted.”

Keeping her from Wild Berry seemed to extreme an idea since they had arranged matters like this with her as a bargaining chip. Still he wasn't going to make it easy one her either not knowing what she had shared with Wild Berry at this point. “You cannot tell anyone who you are either in word written or spoken. Or even telepathically in the event someone communicates to you in such a manner. And the identity has to be a new one least anyone recognize you.”

He drew out of her slowly with a hiss. Damn that felt good, he was still throbbing and hard as he undid her restraints getting her down on her knees as he moved behind her, his hand rubbing over her sex while the toy still worked at her ass. Kneeling behind her himself he widened her knees out before rubbing the tip of his member against her wet lips ready to take her once more while a hand reached around her hip jerking her off nice and slow as he slowly eased himself back into her depths with a groan.

Sweet release finally came and distorted her features with a grimace of wholly soul numbing ecstasy. A fountain of her liquid shame splashed across the cavern's depths with the force of an erupting volcano. The sheer onrush of relief dulled her thoughts and had Ania black out everything other than the flood of molten goodness taking pressure off those overburdened testes after what felt like an eternity. Glistening fluids washed out against his shaft while her insides folded about him with ever more chaotic convulsions until they, too, died down.

Yet once the azure hermaphrodite slackened, it became clear her failure came at a price greater than denial. To become prey, to fall victim to the island's inhabitants whenever they willed it. The shame of it now would be nothing compared to the humiliation to come. She had her partners with Slarr and Ortix with regards to Rhaine's safety yet there were many others, those who were plainly beneath her in more ways than one or downright despicable. Some were superior, such as the octopus who chanced upon her and the Smoke Devil once, but Ania was supposed to be defenseless when faced with any of them all the same.

The shame of it couldn't be overstated, but Ania obeyed Slarr's commands. A new identity could be crafted with ease and the conditions of her punishment were quite clear. While she'd rather not succumb to the masses of lowly creatures around them, there was nothing for the loyal servant to be done other than accept it.

„Y-You're too cruel, Master ..“ That was the extent of her protest which had been heaved forth amid heavy breaths, both their bodies still fused together as his member throbbed powerfully within her depths. Ania had busied herself lapping up her shame from his fingers with long, languid licks, eventually drawing them into her mouth completely only to release them without another drop on them, their gazes locked all the while.

Soon, her chains were undone. Slarr got her down to the ground, her tentacles supporting her upper body whilst Ania arched her back to jut out her precious round rear for his viewing pleasure. Sweat drops from her face in that newfound position. The cold ground beneath her seemed as cold as ice compared to the intense heat pulsing through her veins. She was burning up inside, both with need and pleasure yet her reserves would only last for so long. Somehow, through the fever dream her reality had become, Ania realized he was taking up his rightful place lined up against her womanhood once more. Swallowing hard, the amazonness could do nothing but brace as her slender tail coiled loosely about Slarr's waist to keep him close.

Stark crimson patches adorn her tentacles, each a painfully throbbing reminder of the bindings which contained them mere moments before. She nearly collapsed on them, barely able to remain on her knees with her head up high considering the wealth of abuse Slarr cast upon her. They quaked and quivered adamantly, much like the whorish femme fatale's inner depths collapsed around her beloved devil's phallus on his return to her clinging folds. The whole afternoon was nothing but an exercise in exertion. The pain, the pleasure, they both reduced her mind to mush long ago. Along with the continuous albeit mind numbingly gratifying violation of that supple rear and the muscles which lined the stretched passage being set ablaze with pure bliss, Ania held on by a mere thread.

Slarr snapped that same thread with the first few unions of their hips. Though the platinum blonde's head dipped back with another thrilled moan, her weary form could no longer remain up. Sweat glazed mammaries were smushed between her weight and the solid ground beneath them, and along with the leeches weren't spared the carpet of Ania's steaming hot seed which had amassed in a copious pool after her most recent orgasmic height. Soft flesh ground up against the filth ladened plateau while her luscious hips could do nothing but meet his as long as they could hope to keep up with him.

Staggered breaths escape her lips amongst wanton moans all the while, her features and lush blonde hair partially submerged in the molten mass though her gaze flicked back to him all the same, always wanting, always yearning. The Lympha's appendages shudder like the rest of her being, their tips idly prodding the ground beneath them as her senses were well on their way of being utterly overloaded with pure ecstasy yet again once his hand stole over her hot throbbing spire.

He could have increased the duration of her punishment. It would be amusing to see if he could discover her new identity. Of course if she did not take the form of a blond he would never discover it. Instead he had grinned at her taking a lock of her hair, whispering into her ear before standing erect once more.

“I never said you could not use other abilities that don't rely on extraordinary gifts. Hiding and such. In the long run I doubt it will do much good. However, you do possess some knowledge in how you target your victims and could use that to avoid being targeted too often.”

She would know just as he did the basics. It was rare that a student was safe but there were a few steps that increased their safety. Large groups helped, places like the cafeteria during meal time had been more or less safe too. But most of the visitors tended to pay more attention to new arrivals either to the school or fresh in from the labs so she would have her work cut out for her.

Again as he took her she was nice and tight. Muscles closed in around him as he pressed in. “Hm, good. O-Of course you could seek to get limited protection too from one or more of the guests. That rarely works out but you never know.”

Without the manacles burning her those tendrils would begin to heal. He slapped her ass harder and harder at the pinnacle of each one of his thrusts, grinning again as she looked back. Claws dragged against her rear drawing blood as his hand worked over her shaft, his fist closing around it tightly as he jerked her off at the same time he made those lacerations between those slaps.

“Feel free to cum to your heart's content.” There had been no denying how close he was already as he throbbed within the confines of her body. His pace only increasing to match his upcoming release that he struggled to hold back, small groans escaping from his lips as some of his essence began to leak out within her.

Predator becomes prey, the hunter becomes the hunted. Whatever the name of the game, avoiding sex crazed monsters for one week straight would be near impossible. Of course, most students remained unaffected. Ania had a more than ideal body for her new role, however, one that may be altered to some degree yet the game wouldn't be in her favor all the same. She wouldn't have a dorm due to being no student officially, something to consider for the nights would leave her all the more vulnerable without a suitable hiding spot. Then again, perhaps dorms weren't exactly safe as that's where monsters would presume to find most, if not all students at night.

One of the few advantages Ania had was the fact she'd played on the predatory side for quite some time, granting some valuable insight into the subject matter though as her mind was being reduced to putty there was no desire on her mind to consider all the possibilities straight away.

Slarr brought their hips together in rapid succession now. Beads of blood drift along the wondrous curvatures of her luscious rump. Her whole body felt as though it was about to melt. She threatened to faint once the heat at her core continued to amass and escalate. Unbeknownst to him, Ania had succumbed to her urges before. She merely held on now, spurred on by each resounding slap and vicious laceration cast unto her beautifully jiggling ass that was stinging and colored in a shade of lavender under the constant rush of attention.

Students tended to her before this moment. Slarr now took it out of her. She tended to be spent with certain monsters yet not exhausted in such a manner. As their gazes met, it'd be no secret this was the pinnacle of sexual gratification to the azure huntress. There was nothing to be done but soak in the combined efforts of everyone who tended to her needs today.

„Auuuughh!“ Spasming velvety flesh coiled about him with the force of a clenched fist. Another plunge into his devoted plaything's depths infused his manhood with intense molten heat. She engulfed him in inhuman tightness, enough to make every thrust a struggle which only served to quicken the rate at which he approached his own release. Not even the divine movements of the toy buried deep in that sublime rear could withstand her potent strength as it, too, had been seized and temporarily locked in place by violently convulsing inner muscles. She came and came hard, crying out nothing short of pure ecstasy though her body lacked the power to truly rise and cry out to the heavens above.

All the while, her shaft swelled as each rub of his hand turned from sweltering heat to mind numbing bliss which only dulled her thoughts the longer he continued past her moment of release. Molten seed erupted from her in thick gushes. The goopy strawberry scented flood splattered against the lower curvatures of her breasts, taking the brunt of her essence without making her blissed out features any more pitiful than they already were. She could only quake and shudder as gasps had been elicited from her lungs, all energy stripped from her with this latest orgasmic height.

Ania looked nothing short of a mess. Her face, caked in sweat and her own liquid shame, carried a lost expression and blank, weary stare. Streaks of blood covered her charms, evidence of Slarr's abuse left behind whereas the wounds had healed within mere moments and had long since vanished. It was simply too much. The voluptuous amazonness was at her limits. She could no longer carry on in her current state, not unless he wished to sate his desires on her exhausted self.

Those tight confines had been inviting, each thrust became a chore as he noticed the toy being held in place by those same intense forces. He did what came normal too him whenever someone attempted to restrain him and that was to go insubstantial, at least in part.

That cock continued to press into her. One moment it was a solid mass, the next it was smoke only to become solid once more after pressing in a bit deeper. He repeated this process to make those thrusts easier though each time he returned to a solid state he shuddered against those intense crushing waves.

The tension on her shaft felt that cum press by his hold, feeling that intense release and feeling some of that spray over his fingers. Accompanying that release was that familiar scent that had him sucking that strawberry taste off of his fingers.

He continued on, not lasting much longer as he filled her body pulling out while still coming he sprayed over her ass. Then pulling that toy free he discarded it rolling her onto her back only to find that she was out of it.

It was probably a good thing too, he gasped and grinned grabbing one of those tits and playing with it as he knelt down. His other hand carved words into her chest with his claw but he quickly saw that leaving a message in such a fashion wouldn't work seeing how that by the time he started his second word the first had healed leaving no trace. It was something that he was aware of but found himself caught up in the moment never the less.

So he had to leave a message in a more conventional way. Rolling her back over he removed the pins, some had fallen away when he had first rolled her over, others going deeper trigger various effects all at once.

Then he returned her to her back, scrawled a message on parchment and pinned it to her chest with one of the needles that caused electrical damage. It would do more damage when removed, a parting gift so to speak.

The message had been simple and to the point. Your time begins now.

That said he departed after gathering up his toys save for the manacles that had been left in place. He could always use them later and as it was they were hard to use. Besides he doubted that anyone else would bother to use them given how frail humans were.

He wondered just what form she would take though he was already getting eager in discovering that himself in the upcoming week. Already figuring that he would savior that experience, going without for a few days unless he incidentally chanced upon her. Well, at least that was his plan seeing that it was terribly hard for him to resist blonds or strawberries.