It had been Aegir's idea for the hike, the thought implanted in her professor's mind with the route taken. It was all curtosey of his telepathic powers that allowed him to implant the suggestion into her mind.

The day had been overcast though one would not have realized that in the forest, little light reaching the forest floor given the canopy above that had blocked out most of the light anyway and with the clouds doing that as well there had been fewer rays than normal that penetrated the forest floor causing a gloom that Aegir preferred given his sensitive eyes in bright light.

The day had been perfect for him, one of those rare days were he could have dwelled outside of the forest just as easily had he wanted to. Night and overcast days were the times where he primarily operated under or the depths of oceans.

Now why had he orchestrated all this? Aegir had wanted another encounter with Diana. And since he left nothing to chance he did all this to assure her presence her. Of course she could have been ill or skipped class altogether though if she had then he would infiltrate her dorm room later on tonight. Maybe he'd take someone else by chance if anyone perked his interest though he doubted that since he rarely preferred to leave his "hunts" up to chance.

But he had been in luck sensing her mind amongst several others.

He remained perched in his tree, his pigment orange to match the autumn leaves better. He could hear a sea of voices making conversation. He perused their minds for anything interesting. Though there was nothing huge, just typical gossip and news.

Now he recalled Diana's interests with his edict mind and figured on a little surprise. But first he had pinged her mind telepathicallly with the sense that someone or perhaps something was out there in the forest just off of the hiking trail.

He was slow moving and relied on ambush or deceit for the most part and while he could dominate he preferred not to use that ability. Of course he had known that was a fetish of hers and figured that he could indeed use that before the day had been out to further his own ends.

The sunlight above seemed to phase out across the well-beaten path through the forest. Although all of the foot prints appeared to belong to regular animals and people, Diana knew better. She could see hints of mixtures of the two, smeared by another conveniently placed footprint, denouncing the mutation as her simple imagination. She hugged herself tighter, as she had been doing all afternoon. It wasn't due to the temperature, as it was rather lukewarm, but rather it was due to the feeling of dread that constantly pressed against the back of her mind like a wet sponge. Diana had become slightly reclusive lately, with minimal contact with the student body -- both socially and physically. She'd taken to keeping to herself and trying to invite minimal attention. She was still attacked from time to time, that was a given, but at least it had become less frequent. And in those times that she had been attacked, she'd showed a fierce resistance before at last succumbing, so much so that she almost escaped a handful of times. They'd pushed the blond too far and she was determined to fight for principle, even if it served no physical purpose. So long as she treasured her humanity, she would remain above these creatures. So long as she knew within her mind that this was rape, no matter what her body told her, she would still be pure.

Diana unwound her arms from around her waist. She'd also avoided the outdoors, knowing that to go outside was to invite rape upon herself. This was the first time she'd been outside in almost a month. It reminded her of her High School days, when her purpose had been to hide, just as it was now, from the hungering eyes of her harassers. A quiver ran down her spine as she remembered the terrible incidents. She could only imagine what her social status back home was. Probably in tatters, considering what those boys had done to her and that she wasn't there to defend herself. Then the sound came to her. Not a sound, exactly, but a call. Common sense flitted from her mind as her limpid blue eyes made to look at the tree line, searching for something. But what? Pardoning herself from the group (much to the amusement of the professor that knew full well what happened to those that wandered off), Diana made her way towards the edge of the path. Before she could stop herself, she was wandering through the foliage, curiously looking for something. It would be days before she realized that she hadn't actually known what she had gone in search of.

This had not been the Diana that he had meet previously. There was something different in her mind set that he drew upon as he casually scanned her mind again to familiarize himself with all the things that she had been up to since they had last met.

Sonething akin to pity touched him fleetingly then the human emotion fluttered away as he dismissed it as one of those traits that he had picked up from all those minds that he had consumed. But he watched, unmoving from his perch he could see her coming as she wandered closer to his position.

Of course he could have dropped down behind her and restrained her, a simple snatch and grab but he toyed with her just a little as a means of drawing her further in. He knew full well that she was a bit of an exobitionist but did that go both ways?

As she neared she could hear the rustling of nearby brush and soft giggles, an illusion that Aegir generated. Drawing near Diana would see two figures partial obscured by the brush surrounding them. Two older people, probably professors and after a moment she recognized them by face though she never had any courses with either.

A man and a woman, naked and in each other's arms. There lips upon each other as the woman had embraced her lover that had been positioned atop her.

"We shouldn't ..." the woman feebly protested though she kissed him here and there ...

Confusion was the first emotion to enter the woman's mind upon seeing two familiar figures laying in each others arms in the underbrush. A gradiant then followed, taking her down the path of curiosity and towards outright arousal. She slid towards the tree that she had rounded in order to spot the pair. She couldn't help but smile to herself at the cute, loving manner with which they held each other and kissed. I should leave them alone, I'd hate to be walked upon if I were in their position. Yet despite the thought, her eyes did not shift away, her feet did not shift. If anything, the only physical change was her heart beat speeding up.

As the two kissed each other, and the man eased the woman's worries with his lips, lovingly exploring her nude body, Diana found herself frozen in place, a statue forced to watch this spectacle. She bit her lower lip, watching thoughtfully and enviously as the woman squirmed beneath her lover's touch and listened as the woman gasped, giggled and moaned in pleasure. Her words of encouragement were thick with lust. Diana bit her lower lip a little harder, stopping short of actually piercing it. Before she could help herself, Diana found her hand beginning to wiggle its way into her skirt and under the cover of her undergarments. Skilled fingers began to ply on Diana's heart strings, bringing a blush to her cheeks. She hadn't done this in many months, as an attempt on her part to remain as blameless as possible for what was happening.

And as those slender fingers crept beneath her skirt Aegir watched well aware of the interest she had possessed in all this. Eyes watched the movement of her hand though it had been covered by the skirt. His mouth tendrils squirmed as desire seemed to fill him like the liquid in a syringe.

He had a back up plan of course had the illusion been undesirable but he had no need of following through with it given her response. He felt the desire building up in her mind too and thus continued directing the illusion. Audible sounds, gasps and cries, words of encouragement filled the air while the man draped his lips over the woman's nipple, his tongue working against the erect member as finger nails pressed against his back as he did so.

Before long he gently seized her nipple tugging at it gently as gasps of encouragement followed as hands smoothed over the guy's back as he reached down and seized his cock within his hand guiding it closer to the woman's entrance where he slide knowingly against the folds of flesh there, teasing her a little before finding admittance to her core as he pushed forth spearing her body as he entered into her.

Diana felt the sweat beginning to run down her body, due as much to the heat of the temperature as to the heat in which the woman within a few feet of her was. Diana's eyes began to water as memories of the past slowly came to her, how she'd lost her own virginity, how the only human to have ever done such things to her had been as much a monster as those she found here now. She pulled back from the tree and leaned against it, fresh tears streaming down her cheeks even as she used her forefinger to stimulate and stroke her clit. Bringing up the hem of her shirt, Diana stuffed it into her mouth to avoid from moaning out loud. She felt her slicked thighs press together as she stroked her puffy entrance with her middle finger.

She felt her back slide down the tree's trunk, her ass touching down against the soft moss. Diana's fingers gently probed at her slobbering pussy, a quiet whimper vibrating through her body as her finger slipped past her trembling nether lips. Oh, fuck... She thought in a scorning matter to herself. Her soft mewls of pleasure became muffled by the clothing in her mouth, Diana's eyes closed tightly as she continued to tease herself into arousal, imagining that it was some long lost lover that was doing this, not herself.

As the man impaled the woman with a sheen of sweet rolling down his brow Diana brought her shirt into her mouth. Of course her mind had been open to Aegir who knew all her thoughts and as her eyes closed he intensied the pleasure she felt as her finger waded into her channel.

Manipulating her mind was easy enough and while she imagined things he had only intensified the regions of her mind that monitored her response to pleasure. Of course as her finger pressed inside her she could feel hands lightly grasping her hips, sliding up her sides then curling to her breasts where they gave a squeeze against her breasts beneath the fabric of her shirt.

Had she looked she would see nothing of course though as her eyes closed Aegir brought matters fully to life for the images of a phantom lover were all too vivid in her mind as she could feel something hard and warm plunging into the depths of her body.

A mere trick of her mind and the ample use of his telekinetic powers as he fanned over her.

Diana could pick up the scent of musk now exuding from Aegir as he grew more and more aroused. The illusion before her kept playing out though without any apparent end.

Diana's hips rolled gently at the touch of those invisible hands, her skin tingling in anticipation. She moaned softly into the soft, and now moist, fabric of her shirt. Her own fingers obediently followed the hand, gently pinching and rolling her firm teat through the white fabric of her school shirt. She pressed her knees together and squirmed on the ground as her fingers began to pump more regularly into her womanhood. She still lay on her back, warm fingers pushing through her labia at an increasing tempo, her hand crushing and rolling her breast, feigning the passionate touching of a lover. In truth, Diana did not know the male lover's touch, merely the rapists and the female lovers. At times she craved the male, yet she knew that to trust the other gender on this island was to invite torture beyond all belief.

Suddenly her fingers delved at that rarely explored spot, which Diana usually left untouched, and her mouth opened as her fingers probed at the spot teasingly. She began to rub it furiously, all the while her mouth gaped silently in pleasure. The collar of her shirt slipped from her mouth, a wet stain where her saliva had soaked into the fabric. She felt her body quiver and bit her lower lip, before finally letting out a pleasureful cry as she came. Shivering and quivering, Diana rested herself against the tree behind her. The wet fabric of her shirt touched her bare neck and she brushed it aside. Then her eyes widened. She'd cried out loud. What if she'd been heard and had disrupted the couple? Throwing a look over the tree, Diana glanced to see if the couple was still there. They'd gone frighteningly silent since she'd lost herself to her invisible, make-believe lover.

"Fuck my pussy! Yeah, fuck it! Harder! HARDER!"

The woman let out a cry as the guy impaled her, his hips rising and falling all the more rapidly encouraged by her moans as they spilled fre fom her lips. The first moan coming out of Diana's lips went unheard, perhaps mistaken as one of the woman's but the second ...

The man glanced up, he groaned, his fingers now intertwining with the woman's as his palms pressed against her own. The guy noticed her, looked straight at her but said nothing as his lover beneath him arched her back, her eyes closing as her head tilted back.

But the guy had not looked away from her but rather kept his frantic pace up while staring at her.

He brought no attention to her though, simply watching her just as Aegir had been watching the movements of her hands from the lofty heights of the tree branches as he kept the illusion running. For once he found that he had to do little in inducing the desires of another so often manipulating the senses of others, stimulating regions of their minds to get what he had desired.

This time around though it was better in that lust had not been generated by his tampering with a mind. Yes, he provided the image in the illusion but that was all that he did this time around. He could smell the fragrance of her sex as likely as it was that she smelled the odor that passed from his skin, something that had not happened too frequently but came up often enough when he least wanted it to making steath all but impossible at that stage.

Diana winced when she heard the woman cry out in pleasure. She felt embarrassed and completely out of place. She felt a bit of pathos for the couple, as it was probably very awkward to have such a relationship on this island. She sighed to herself and was about to turn away when she noticed the man's gaze watch her face. She widened her eyes, frozen in place by his stair. His lover was still moaning and squirming in pleasure, but his eyes were locked on hers. She blinked her eyes to break the spell and turned to leave. Her presence was clearly unwanted. She mouthed 'I'm sorry' quietly and turned around. Diana began to walk away from the scene, her cheeks blushed thoroughly and her thighs slick due to her still moist vagina. A heavy, musky smell struck her nostrils, something alien and unnatural, but all the same oddly familiar. She tried to shake off the smell, but it simply seemed to get stronger, despite the fact that she was slowly pushing her way through the shrubbery towards what she thought was the path. The advance was so slow due to the fact that Diana was still reeling from her recent orgasm. She had to stop a few times to catch her breath. Well, she chided to herself. At least you didn't get raped.

SMACK. She had backed away into another girl, a fellow student, a mouse haired girl in her class that hardly said anything. Rebecca, Becky, Becca ... something like that. She staggered back a little, half a step or so.

"You alright Diana?"

The moans ended. Rather they had been muted in volume as if someone had not wished to be heard, yet could not entirely be silent either. The girl was another illusion, one meant to delay her as Aegir oozed down from the branches with the same slow pace that he used while walking.

The girl flickered her gaze down Diana noting her disheaveled appearance and the wet patch at the bottom of her shirt. "The others," she said after a long pause, "turned left up ahead where the path forks and told me to come back and tell you which way they went so you didn't get lost."

Diana fell on her rear end and rubbed her forehead. She closed her eyes and groaned softly, seeing stars behind her eye lids for a few moments. She blinked and looked up, seeing Rebecca standing over her, just in time to catch her eyes look Diana up and down. Diana's blush had begun to fade, but now returned in full force. She looked like a mess. She stood up and frantically tucked in her shirt, thus hiding the wet spot, and smoothing out her skirt. "I, uhm... Yeah... Thank you. I appreciate that." She smiled meekly at Rebecca and stood there awkwardly for a few moments. "Do you happen to know which way the path is?" Diana laughed weakly, rubbing the back of her neck as her heart thudded in her ears. How the hell had she gotten herself into this position?

"Uh .... yeah ..." Rebecca announced then pointed the way that she came. "But where going that way for starters," she pointed in the opposite direction.

Here had been too close for others to come back or for a stray cry to drawback the others. Not that he had been overly worried about such but he was the sort that hated to be disturbed.

"Go there, walk about three minutes, stop then get off the path in the direction of the stream. Make sure the path is out of site then remain there until you are threw with your appointment. Do not draw attention to yourself, even if someone calls out your name and searches for you.:

Aegir was using his telepathic abilities to dominate her mind. He hadn't had any practice with doing so since the last time he encountered her and he seldomly used it. He did so now only because he had gleaned it in her mind that she secretly enjoyed the employment of that ability.

If any real person had been watching the blond, they'd see the iris' in her eyes dilate, her body slacken and relax slightly. They'd see her mouth turn into an emotionless, thin line and her brisk movements being akin to those of a marionette on a string. She turned on her heel and began to calmly walk towards the place she'd been instructed to go.

It was in her mind, however, where all hell broke loose. It started out as being a cool presence in the corners of her mind, as if it was chilling and numbing her mind. Then, by the time she realized what was happening, Diana had already lost her body to the probing, mental invader. No, no, no! It isn't fair, please, don't do this! Her mind screamed. She didn't understand what was happening. It had been almost two months since her last meeting with Aegir, and at least two dozen encounters since.

She let out a cry in her mind, giving herself a mild head ache, but nothing more. Despite a half second's hesitation in its walk, her body continued to move along of its own accord. However, as a result of her emotional distress and awareness that she was now a prisoner beyond all scopes, a single tear formed in the corner of her left eye and streaked down her cheek.

He followed unseen for know, his pace slow, so slow in fact that it had taken him nearly 15 minutes to cover the same ground that Diana had in a few. Hence why he had her wait since he knew that he would be slow. He could hear her in her mind absorbing her thoughts and even saw the single tear streaking down her cheek.

He had not been entirely without remorse having been corrupted by all the minds he had consumed in the past though he was quite willful in seeking what he wanted.

I've missed you, Diana.

By the time he whispered directly into her mind hands draped on her shoulders flowing down her arms as tentacles coiled around her ankles. He was behind her, his flesh now it's typical mauve hue. Knowing what she had thought he made an offer to her as he had from time to time with others.

Idolize me and I will let you go.

He leaned over her shoulder and leaned down, his tongue licking at the side of her neck as he "uttered" those words to her.