Deimos laughed again as Vikky charged him with her improvised club. He stood there, chuckling, letting her come to him. His natural toughness meant he was in no danger from her, especially here on the island where even an unnaturally strong and skilled girl would be all but crippled by the school's inhibitors. Of course, he didn't know where she was planning to hit him with that large piece of wood. If he had, he might have take some defensive action . . .

… He wasn’t moving to stop her… He was too confident that she was a mere monkey trying to attack an elephant. Maybe not too far from the mark. Holding her weapon on her left, she prepared it for a stabbing motion… her running power was far more powerful than her swinging power like this, after all… and went straight for her intended target. The very things that he had argued was the things that made him want to hunt her. So, these were aching, huh!? LET’S SEE WHAT THEY DO AFTER THIS..!!

… Almost closing her eyes as she expected to be intercepted any second, Vikky ran for her designated target-spot and would thrust with all her strength if she got that close…

Still fighting off a laughing fit, Deimos wasn't paying attention to where that improvised lance was aimed. He roared in pain when the girl's attack made contact. Though the intended targets were still protected by a thick woolly pouch, the impact hurt. In an instant, mirth turned to anger and the monster's eyes began to burn red.

If Vikky was hoping the monster would be stunned, she would be sorely disappointed, it took him the merest fraction of a second to recover. He aimed a backhand blow at what was left of the offending weapon (it had splintered on impact with his hide, of course) with his left hand, while his right moved to grab the girl by the throat. He was even more determined to have the pleasure of her company now, though she might find him even less pleasant to be around now.

He… he was just laughing… but then he was roaring from the impact as the wood splintered on its target… Vikky had stopped, staring paralyzed at the result of her attack. The attack… had caused pain. Wasn’t that what she had been intending..? So how come it felt like… she had just failed? Every instinct in her body told her to flee as fast as she could… but… she couldn’t… it was as if her feet had frozen into the ground. They wouldn’t move an inch.

… Not that it would have made any difference. The demon’s counterattack came instantly. It was aimed for what was left of her weapon. Vikky immediately let go of it as it was smashed into a million pieces right in front of her face as she was desperately trying to get her hands out of the way. She was losing balance, and would have fallen straight back onto her butt… had not the demon suddenly grabbed her by the throat.

The hand, larger than that of a normal human, got around her throat with ease. The touch of those powerful hands touched her sweaty skin at some place for the first time. … That was it. Vikky didn’t even dare try to breathe. The pressure applied… a bit of pain was felt as the grip secured her, and she was under no illusion that he couldn’t squash her head right then and there. Mentally, Vikky was a very fragile girl. She wouldn’t be able to hold mental barriers against anyone like some other girls at school might be able to. No, if her mind decided the cause was lost… she’d lose. And that was exactly what it did now. She didn’t struggle at all. Vikky just… stared in absolute terror at her attacker, showing no other kind of response at all to the touch.

Deimos lifted his captive off the ground and pulled her up to eye level. His hot, sulfurous breath puffed in her face and his red eyes blazed at her.

"You will regret that, little girl," he growled at her as he sent tentacles to secure her arms and legs. Once he had a hold of her limbs, he released his grip on her throat, trailing one claw down the side of her neck just hard enough to hurt without breaking the skin.

Soon enough, that claw encountered the neck-line of her t-shirt and dipped under. Then with one strong tug, he ripped the girl's shirt-front from her, exposing her sports-bra to his angry yet lecherous gaze. Almost immediately, his hand moved back toward that newly uncovered garment.

As she was lifted up to eye-level with the huge demon… there really was no better way to show how absolutely powerless she was… she remembered that she needed to breathe, so she did. Perhaps not breathing would have been a better idea..? … His breathe… it… didn’t smell good… She’d… she’d regret that..? She was already regretting that… She was regretting it all… The attack, the flight, the jogging, the going out of bed, the going to school, the taking of the flight… she was regretting it all by now… From the sides, Vikky could see… and then feel… how the tentacles of the demon bound her arms and legs. They… felt weird. Vikky wasn’t struggling against their grip at all. She was merely frozen in fear, immobile in her moment of peril. What… was a girl to… Ow, that claw hurts… a lot… she bit her teeth together to survive the pain of the claw… it hurt… it hurt a lot… but the grip on her throat released…

“..!?” He… he ripped her red T-shirt apart, and the torn red color almost gave Vikky the illusion that her stomach had been ripped open. … N-no. That wasn’t the case. Her also red sports-bra was now plainly visible, and her mid-riff was open for all to see. She was sweaty. Dangerously sweaty. The claw now went for her sports-bra…

“D-don’t..!” So she said, no matter how pointless it might be. “I already belong to someone else..!” … She hadn’t properly constructed that sentence in her mind just yet… but out it came anyway… she was referring to Vilmer, but… that notion would hardly stop this demon right about now… Fueled by her little mental image of her boyfriend, Vikky tried to struggle just that little bit… to see if she was sweaty enough to pull free of those… tentacles…

"The only one you belong to right now is me," Deimos declared. "Your ass is mine," he continued, swatting the nicely formed piece of her anatomy with a free tentacle.

"Your pussy is mine," The monster's tentacle slipped between her legs to rub against the crotch of her bloomers.

"Your mouth is mine," He flicked his long, forked tongue out to lick against her lips.

"And these are mine." With that, he gripped the middle of her sports bra and ripped it off her chest, letting her breasts bounce free.

"I'm going to use you to satisfy all my desires," Deimos said, his tone brooking no argument. "And the more you struggle," his tentacles tightened painfully against Vikky's limbs, "the more it's going to hurt."

... She couldn’t argue with him. She... she… she belonged to him… At this moment, she didn’t belong to anyone but him… She gasped in light pain trying to instinctively pull away as a tentacle swatted her butt, in vain of course… A shiver of sensation went through her as a tentacle rubbed itself against her crotch, making her have to prevent a yelp… She tried to shy away in light instinctual terrified disgust as he licked at her lips… She couldn’t do anything as her bra was torn and her breasts bounce out to the cold afternoon air, she could only feel it happen in embarrassment. Vikky was… nothing but a toy to him now, and toys don’t fight back. The tentacles tightened their grip on her limbs, making her close her eyes in an effort to fight the pain. But… there was nothing she could do. The demon… laid out the rules plain. After hearing that… the one part of her mind that tried to struggle gave in instantly.

Tears were running down her cheeks. Her head was hanging slightly to the side, as if to try to avoid facing her captor. It was the only part of her body still moving to in any way avoid her fate. All her muscles in the rest of her had simply… given up. They were not moving at all. All signs of struggle had ceased. The tentacle rubbing at her between her legs and her breasts hanging out in plain sight gave her embarrassing sensations which brought an involuntary blush to her cheeks as her arousal increased. She was familiar with the sensations, having extorted them on herself earlier in life, but this was… different. So far different. So… terrified. It just wasn’t the same when she was so afraid.

She didn’t fight it at all now. But… with one last effort to make herself feel better about this…

“… I’m sorry…” The person she meant to be sorry to was Vilmer. She had meant to give the first taste of her body to him. Although the bat had technically been the one to take her virginity, it still meant something that she intended to give him her first time with anyone… wait… She gave her first time to the bat! And the bat had belonged to Vilmer! So… so… she had given her first time to him, anyway! The faintest shade of a smile struck her lips as she was amused by her own pathetic excuse to make herself feel better about this. But it disappeared soon enough. There was no illusion about this. She... Vikky… was about to be raped… by a monster…

"Sorry, huh?" Deimos misconstrued the remark to be directed at him and it cooled his anger a little - just a little. "We'll see about that."

The monster lowered his captive until she was eye level with his crotch. He pulled her arms around behind her and wrapped a tentacle around her neck to force her to look directly forward. Then he freed his genitals from their woolly pouch. Any damage Vikky had caused with her attack had quickly healed, bruises fading almost instantly along with the pain.

"This is what you need to apologize to," Deimos insisted. He massive member stood half erect before Vikky's face. "Why don't you kiss it and make it feel better?"

... It... it appeared the demon had... misunderstood the target for her apology… She hadn’t explained it, so there was no reason for him not to. She… she looked up at his expression after having spent a moment feeling distraught. His… his voice when he responded to the apology sounded just that slightest less driven by anger. … Not that it helped her position at all. Oh… she had to resist the desire to wail… Why was she resisting that desire..? … Because… because she was afraid he wouldn’t like the noise…

She was lowered, and Vikky knew her destination. She… she couldn’t stop the tears. She couldn’t even wipe them. The tentacles pulled her arms behind her, as if to restrain her further. … Why? She wasn’t resisting… Another tentacle wrapped itself around her neck, touching the edges of her short brown hair and taking away the last freedom she had over any part of her body and forced her to look forward. Vikky would have tried to bend her head or move her hair so that the hair didn’t touch the tentacle, but she was powerless to do so. Then… she was face to face with that… large grotesque penis of his. It was the first time she had ever actually seen one. Maybe it actually wasn’t grotesque, and it was simply her mind that thought it was due to her situation.

… The smell of it hit her. When so close to it, she could smell it easily. It… it wasn’t the most pleasant smell she had ever smelled, however the dank smell was filled with small triggers that made her body realize what was going to happen, far later than her mind had. With the tentacle between her legs already massaging the outside of her genital through her bloomers sending signals throughout her body, that and the smell combined made her… wet. Her body was adjusting to the thought of being penetrated. Vikky didn’t struggle. Silently she admitted that the wetter she’d be, the less it would hurt. It wasn’t the most pure line of thought she’d ever had, but… she was accepting this, wasn’t she? She had resigned herself to her fate?

Vikky mentally cursed herself, as she closed her eyes and attempted to bend forward slowly to… kiss… the thing… if the tentacles would allow her to… The notion still felt repulsive, resulting in that (assuming she had the control to) she tried to approach it quite slowly… eyes closed so not to see it… and then tried to administer the smallest of kisses, just her lips gently placed on the thing. She’d try to avoid kissing the main tip while doing so, attempting to approach more from the side…

Deimos removed the tentacle from her neck as Vikky started to comply. He allowed her to do as she would for the time being. He didn't expect her to jump at the chance to pleasure him orally and would have been surprised if she had. Still, he was going to make sure she pleased him thoroughly before moving on . . .

"Good," he said noncommittally. "Now use your tongue, lick up and down the shaft." He moved her closer so that she could cover the whole length of his fifteen inch shaft with just the motions of her head.

In addition to the tentacle rubbing over her Vikky's sex, Deimos sent another pair to explore her breasts. The appendages encircled her lovely mounds, squeezing as they slowly spiraled up their slopes. Eventually, the tips of the tentacles made contact with the girl's nipples, rubbing back and forth over them.

… The sheer repulsive emotions that spread through her just by the touch of this… thing… it wasn’t… eech… It didn’t feel all that different from just touching a piece of hot and somewhat smelling skin, but she still felt… Her lips were soiled… forever…

… With her… tongue..? She… she couldn’t be. If she licked this thing, she would never be able to eat anything and taste it without dirtying anything she’d be eating again. It would be an insult to anything she’d consume… ever again. … And despite those emotions… Vikky felt her own mouth open slowly less than an inch from the shaft of his large penis… She opened her eyes for but a moment to see where she was going, regretted it instantly, and closed them again. She… she didn’t want to see what she would be doing. The… apprehension she was feeling…

Vikky apparently hadn’t moved fast enough. Or perhaps it would have happened regardless… it would have happened regardless. Two tentacles started circling around her breasts. She only felt them, she had no way of seeing them. Her breasts were being… massaged by the tentacles, sending sensations to her brain along with those from her genital and that tentacle. Her breasts were being pushed and stimulated by the tentacles… How… how many tentacles did this thing have..!? … It was the demons intention to stimulate her… and he succeeded. Vikky let out a faintest moan as she was right above his shaft, eyes closed and tongue sticking out her mouth to lick the item in front of her… Gosh, she must look so pathetic about now…

Something told Vikky that the monster expected to be repaid in kind, or he’d be rougher on her. Driven by fear of that occurrence, she forced herself forward… and her tongue slid along the shaft. Raw. So raw. Skin. So raw and… uuurrrgh… Eyes still closed and tears still flowing… there was no way she could watch herself do this… Vikky let her tongue slide up and down the shaft, leaving her saliva on route… She had no idea if she was doing this correctly, or how it was supposed to be pleasurable, but she could only hope it was… The tentacles were reaching her nipples and her body was tensing up… They were hard, weren’t they..? Stupid body, you should be able to tell… this thing isn’t human or your lover… Those thoughts were the only opposition she could manifest as she begged that the stimulation wouldn’t become overwhelming… But gee, she had no idea her nipples could feel like tha… aaa… …

Deimos didn't expect much technique from Vikky. From how innocent she seemed, he doubted she had any experience in pleasing a cock, even among her own kind. Still, her soft wet tongue on his shaft was quite pleasant, despite her hesitant performance. Whenever the girl made a particularly pleasing maneuver, however inadvertently, the monster rewarded her with a tug on one of her hardened nipples.

"Good, good," Deimos said, meaning 'adequate.' "Now the other side," he continued, shifting the girl around so that she was facing the opposite side of his now almost fully erect member. "And don't forget to stop and kiss it once in a while."

She was shifted to the other side of his large member. As if she was under the illusion that she had gotten the hang of it, Vikky continued the horribly indecent maneuver, eyes closed. Every once in a little while, she obeyed his command and alternated between kissing it, too. … Really, it was all simply an excellent way to bring her mind off the fact she was being constantly stimulated. If she didn’t do something… She’d be shaking and convulsing at this moment. Her inexperienced body was sensitive to touch and that she had just spent a while running didn’t help at all…

… If this continued… if this continued something would happen to her. It was already building up. It… it was all a part of her body’s built-in mechanisms, she mentally told herself. It wasn’t as if she was actually enjoying this… Just her body…

"Better," Deimos half-praised, tweaking Vikky's nipples by way of a 'reward.' The monster began to notice how aroused the girl's scent had become and thought of an interesting way to humiliate her more, if he could time it right. Thus he slowed his assault on her sex and breasts slightly as he repositioned her in front of him again.

"Now, open wide," the demon commanded as he placed a hand on the back of her head. Without waiting for her to comply, he began to push his now fully erect cock against her lips, forcing his way into her mouth. It would be tricky, but if he could arrange to cum just before she surrendered to the stimulation, he expected the psychological impact would be priceless.