Slimer was amused at her reaction to the tentacle taking advantage of her delicate mouth. As she spat out part of the chemical inducing load he knew her thoughts as plainly as if she spoke them. Apparently, she was trying to invision a rather painful demise to take her mind off her rape. Slimer only could smile at the students wish as he continued to enjoy her wet walls grasping at his cock as he lifts her over and over. The feel of her firm ass in his hands only added to the pleasure of hearing her moan involuntarily as he used her body.

The tendrils continued caressing her lovely breasts squeezing and sliding back and forth while the phallic tips flickered lightly over her erect nipples. Such nasty thoughts from...one so beautiful... my dear. Your mind should...instead focus on the pleasure... you have needed...for awhile now, as your sexy... body is doing a....very lovely job at. Your amazingly...tight and wet...squeezing me so nicely... Slimer grunts out between thrusts reburying himself into her warmth repeatedly. One hand reaches up to her braid as she bounces, and pulls her head back with soft insistance arching her back.

"This isn't… ung… pleasure… ahh… for me… ow!" She kept up her struggles, useless as they were, causing somewhat more resistance than he'd expected when he pulled her hair. Her body's responses to his violation of her continued to contradict her words, as her sex got wetter and wetter with his thrusts, lubricating her depths for him.

She focused even more on what she'd do to him if she got the chance when he revealed he could read her thoughts. She hoped it would make him uncomfortable enough to give up, but her main reason was it made it less likely she'd think about something she didn't want him to know about.

Her willpower was truely amazing, as the slurping sounds from his cock pistoning into her soaked sex filled the air, he knew he needed to find a way to break her concnetration. He thoughts seemed to revolve completely around either pain for himself, his death or dismemberment. Her body while aroused seemed to resist the aphrodisiac nature of the seed she had swallowed.

Her flower was gripping him tightly, and her juices were flowing so it wasn't a lack of physical stimulation, but rather a mental resistance that he needed to overcome to bring her to the here and now. Now that her mind was linked, he figured he could possibly ask some questions to get proper answers as he could identify the lies, and maybe the questions would force her mind to refocus.

Since you know...I can hear... your thoughts, what is...your name? How do your...lovely breasts feel? Slimer asks between thrusts deep inside her sex. Slipping the band out of her hair, her hair falls from the braid, draping over her back like a silk blanket. Is this angle good... for you or do...you need a better position? How do... you feel about... anal sex? Slimer asks hoping to distract her as he returns his other hand to her ass, a finger slips between her cheeks, rubbing her puckered rear opening. It danced around her opening, a little pressure hinting that it could slip inside.

The questions did manage to distract her, causing her thoughts to shift to the things he asked about. "Qin Shuzhen," she gasped out in reply to the first question. He might get the feeling she was hiding something, but the answer was true; 'Susan' was a nickname reserved for friends. While she didn't say anything in response to the next two questions, it would be clear to him that the position was fine and she was getting a reasonable amount of pleasure from his attention to her breasts; enough to worry her, in fact, as the aphrodisiac began to break down her resistance.

The last question got an obvious reaction from her, however. "No… No!" she cried out as she attempted to pull away from the finger at her rear, emphasizing the revulsion and even fear in her thoughts.

Slimer kept lifting her up and down as she responded, it was a pretty name that rolled off her tongue. Her nipples poked hard at the flickering tentacle head and her moist sex demonstrated the true level of her arousal, her silence confirming to him that his fucking was breaking down her willful resistance.

The finger at he back door caused her to jump, and thoughts of revulsion and fear flittered into his mind. At least she wasn't contemplating where to hide his dismembered body anymore. Perhaps he could use that fear against her, he pulls his finger away holding her cheeks tightly as he fucks her up and down on his cock, thrusting harder into her.

Susan calmed down somewhat as the finger moved away from her rear entrance. By this time, however, the aphrodisiac had had time to wear down her resistance, and she only weakly struggled to try to break out of his grip. She still cried out with each thrust into her, but there seemed to be less anger and possibly a trace of desire in her voice. It was also clear, from how wet her sex had become, that she was rapidly approaching a climax; it would be no more than a few more minutes, less if he managed to find her g-spot.

Slimer feels he relieved thoughts bouncing around his skull, as her focus returns to the cock sliding in and out of her wet flower. Her moans seemed to be more passionate as her helpless rape continues. Hearing her desire, he slides a hand back into her long silky hair and pulls her head back, forcing her chest out, as the tentacles writhe and stimulate her breasts continuously, and her back arches. The change in position along with a slight change in the angle of his thrust, directed by her unconscious thoughts, his member begins striking and rubbing directly over her g-spot, pointing more forward his pistoning begins taking perfect aim, a benefit of hearing her thoughts.

Her cries became louder as he found the sweet spot, and the constant attention his tentacles gave her breasts left her gasping and moaning even when he paused between thrusts. Between the aphrodisiac and his constant assault on her g-spot, it was only a matter of time. Soon enough, she threw back her head and cried out as he drove her to a climax.

The poor girl finally succumbed to her rapist as she threw her head back and orgasmed hard impaled on the Demon's member. Slimer groans as she clamps down hard around Slimer's cock and he feel her juices flush down over it. Her pent up need, mixed with her own attempts at resisting what her body was building towards seemed to make it a terrific orgasm. Slimer grunts as the long orgasm finally subsides and her quivering sex fibally relaxes, and he takes a moment to focus halting his pistoning inside her.

Truely amazing Qin, Slimer says, using her under used real name, normally reserved for strangers, are you ready for round two? Oh before we get to that its time for you to experience my slime before we continue, Slimer says opening the mouth of his tail above her head. He reaches up running his hands through her silky hair, wondering if she would struggle against the disgusting slime harder than she did the prospect of anal. The green goo slowly blobbed out falling a couple inches a second towards the trapped students lovely dark hair.

She experienced a brief moment of incongruous amusement as he used her family name to address her, apparently unaware of the Chinese name order. This quickly passed as he continued speaking. "No… no more…" She tried to twist out of the way of the approaching slime even though his grip made this impossible. "Yuck! What is that crap?"

He hears her almost giggling at his improper use of her name, not under standing at first then realizing what her thoughts meant. Slimer enjoys the feel of her soaked pussy as she squirms on his impaling member, trying to shift out of the way of the green goo headed her way. Oh, you find out in a few moments when it starts covering your lovely head... he laughs back at her, as the stream of green slime hangs closer and closer. In a couple seconds the disgusting slime would begin oozing over and through her long hair. Within minutes the relaxing, sensation heightening chemicals would begin taking effect in her little body. He starts rubbing her clit with a finger as she squirms trying to escape the coming blob of green goo.

As the slime approached, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly. Keeping her mouth shut was difficult as the creature stimulated clit, but she was determined to avoid ingesting any of the goo if she could avoid it. Even so, muffled moans came from behind her lips as the slime began to cover her hair.

Slimer rubbed her clit as the slime touched down and began to cover her hair. The green slime spread out pretty evenly all the way around her head. The warm, substance would feel like extremely thick warm honey was running through her hair. Her moans from the clit stimulation were cute enough but apparently she was trying to keep it out of her mouth, little did she know as she sat there trapped on his cock, that her hair was the best conduit for the chemicals in the slime to enter her body.

When the slime had reached her eye level all the way around her head, her bangs matted against her forehead by the goo, he decided to have some fun with her. As the slime keeps covering her head a couple inches a second he releases her arms, giving her the illusion of a fighting chance. Within five minutes her skin would be super sensative and she would be relaxed to the point of near paralysis. Every touch feeling almost four times as strong.

She suspected some sort of trick when he released her hands, but she was still going to try to take what advantage she could of the situation. Her first priority was to try to deal with the goo flowing down her hair and face. She wiped the slime away from her eyes with one hand while trying to grab the tentacle releasing the substance with the other. As she was unwilling to open her eyes and risk getting the slime in them, plus the fact that the demon could still limit her movement quite a bit, the tentacle easily eluded her grip as she felt the slime seem to begin weighing heavily on her.

Slimer enjoyed toying with his victims, the illusion of freedom was just that, an illusion and nothing more. Even with her hands free she was stuffed hilt deep on his member. Her struggles would only serve to entice him, as her soaked walls, squeezed and caressed his cock with every movement. As she wiped the slippery slime from her eyes the flow continued slowly oozing further down her head. She valiantly tried to grab the tail behind her but it hung just beyond reach, only serving to cover her arm in the slick substance.

The slime was at chin level and slowly continied towards her shoulders as the seconds pass. Time was the other contender fighting against her. In three more minutes her skins sensativity would be at an all time high, and she would become trapped in her own relaxation. So, watching her weakening struggles gave him immense joy, only giving a random thrust to remind her of what awaited should she fail to escape the impossible odds...