He was... using her nipples as a way of rewarding good effort. When he… did whatever to her nipples came a sense of relief along with the stimulation… because each time he did that it meant she had avoided punishment for failing to please him. He had her fighting to please him to avoid being punished. Vikky couldn’t… couldn’t imagine a more pathetic state to be in. But she was frightened. She didn’t know what else to do. He slowed his assault on her genital and breasts somewhat… thank god… It wasn’t building as rapidly…

… … Open… … wide… …? Still with her eyes closed, Vikky felt him place a hand on the back of her head while her unsure lips hesitated to answer the command. Then… she felt how the thing in front of her started pressing against her lips… hard. She wanted to look away. She wanted to escape it. There was no way she would want it to enter her mouth. Even entering her vagina was preferable to entering her mouth. It didn’t belong in her mouth. But the hand was holding her steady, there was no way to escape it. She felt that her lips would break, so to avoid pain she instinctively… opened… wide…

…! It was… huge… as it entered into her mouth she tried to have everything stay away from it. Teeth, tongue, inner muscles. The huge thing was penetrating her head. Her hands instinctively attempted to come up to block her mouth or force it out, but they were restrained by tentacles. Vikky’s body appeared to realize how unnatural this was as it attempted to cough the foreign entity that filled her entire mouth out… but her body was incapable of this. That large head entering her mouth as if it was an organ for reproduction… it tasted just as raw as the rest, but there was more to it… Vikky felt completely and irretrievably soiled. She kept her eyes closed… she didn’t want to see this… she never would ever want to see what was happening to her…

Deimos groaned lightly as his cock-head pushed into Vikky's mouth. He reveled in the moist warmth of that cave, unafraid of the teeth it contained. If she bit, it wouldn't damage him and most likely would just add to the sensation.

"Now close your lips around it and suck," the monster commanded. "If you do it right and please me, I won't have to shove it down your throat." Deimos twisted his claw in her hair, tensing in preparation to demonstrate the alternative.

... He... was making some noise... was this... pleasurable for him..? Vikky would have been pulling away with everything she had, hadn’t it been for the hand holding her head in place. Now she had to maintain… she had to resist the sickening feelings urging through her body because of the huge object in her mouth. She had to breathe through her nose… but with each dose of air came the disgusting smell of his genital. She’d cough, but there was a huge cock in the way for that so it stopped somewhere in her throat. The frequency of her breaths increased, simply to keep her alive as she couldn’t handle too large doses… She was tiring merely from the effort of the thing in her mouth.

S… suck…? Suck on it…? Wasn’t that… what she was involuntarily doing already…? … The threat… shove it down her throat. That… that would kill her. It would kill her. His dick would jam her throat and it would burst under pressure, or she’d simply be strangled from within. He probably wouldn’t care. He’d continue raping her dead body. In sheer fear Vikky forced her mouth… with great effort… to close in on the penis. As her lips closed… she felt the entire shape of it within her mouth. So… so disgusting… but… she was already… already. She began sucking on it, as if it was some popsicle to consume, small movements trying to rub itself on the dick. She… she had no idea if she was doing this right… But it wasn’t like she had a choice…

Lower on her body, her genital and her breasts were thankful for that the tempo had decreased somewhat. Like this, they should be able to handle themselves better… even though… ergh… She was now so wet… And she wasn’t getting less sweaty with her breathing suddenly impaired due to obstruction… Gah… This was horrible… Why was he… doing this…?

"Ah, yess . . . Good girl," Deimos praised. Despite her inexperience, she was doing a pretty good job. And it had been such a long time . . . he wasn't going to last long. He accelerated his assault on the girl's breasts and sex again, half in reward and half because he wanted her on the edge. Her nipples got special attention every time she did something particularly well, which was a surprising amount of the time. Otherwise, her breasts were constantly massaged by his tentacles. The tentacle between the girl's legs pressed hard against the wet spot growing in the crotch of bloomers, rubbing with a tempo that increased apace with her tormentor's arousal.

"Unn! Use your tongue, lick the head!" Deimos commanded as a trickle of icy pre-cum began to ooze from his cock.

... How... how the hell could her body be aroused with this thing in her mouth..!? Apparently the demon was being pleased and… saw fit to get going on her too. The tentacles on her breasts renewed their efforts massaging her breasts and played with her nipples every so frequent often, sending cursed stimulations through her body. The tentacle on her pussy started rubbing it with a steadily increasing tempo. It sent shivers through her as the lips of her genital were pushed around under her bloomers. S-stop it… Vikky didn’t want to feel good… this wasn’t the situation to feel good… stop… trying to please me…

To attempt to get her mind off what the tentacles were doing to her, she focused on the disgusting item in her mouth. … T-tongue. With less hesitation than the previous times she had received orders Vikky brought up her tongue and licked the head periodically while sucking the huge member. Rubbing her tongue against it… so… dirty… …! Wh-what was this!? Some… some fluid was… ergh… it was disgusting… was this… his come…? In that case his ejaculation wasn’t as bad as she’d have thought it was, but the taste was still… wretched… Her eyes were pinned shut by the muscles in her eye-lids. To not see it… it felt like she’d retain at least a small part of her innocence if she didn’t see what was happening to her…

The… the tentacle between her legs… It was pressing hard against her, making the lips of her vagina try to open to accept it though the clothes. He could probably enter her straight through both the bloomers and the now drenched black panties Vikky wore under if he wanted. But the thing… it just rubbed her, with increasing tempo. The flares… the pleasure… stop it… she didn’t want it… stop… no… She tried moving her hips to avoid the tentacle, and to her surprise she actually could move her hips a little since only her limbs were restrained. However… her movement only served to rub her further against the thing. The entity of her shuddered from the experience, and she found herself struggling to not continue moving her hip that small bit that she had found she could help pleasure herself… Vikky told herself he might get angry if she tried pleasuring herself… Was that the only reason not to do it!? Damn it, girl!

… Her mind… was losing the struggle, though… While sucking on the cock, she felt the energy building up within her from the stimulation of her breasts, nipples and genital, urging for release… Her hips… were moving just a little, in response to her vagina being rubbed so passionately… S-stop it… She shouldn’t… be doing that… oh, it would happen soon at this rate… So… wet… big… … Why… was her mental strength so weak…?

"Urk!" Deimos had reached his limit. His long abstinence coupled with the pleasure of forcing such a cute young thing to suck him pushed him over the edge. He could only hope she was close enough for his wicked plan to work, but at the moment, he really didn't care.

With a sudden jerk and a deep growl, the demon shoved his cock farther into Vikky's mouth, pushing the head toward the back of her throat. His throbbing member pulsed violently, then let loose a torrent of his cold, black seed. His hand twisted in her hair kept her from pulling away as the fluid quickly filled her oral cavity, forcing her to swallow or choke.

All the while, his tentacles assaulted the girl's breasts and sex with a frenzy of motion. They twitched and writhed against her tender spots in a dance born from the fury of Deimos' orgasm.

The large cock was forced right into the back of her thoat, and the surprise of the sudden jerk made Vikky open her eyes on instinct. She had thought what was before was the ejaculation. She was wrong. While her eyes took in what she had already know she’d see… the large grotesque penis of the demon entering into her mouth… she felt how some terribly cold liquid entered directly into her throat. It could only be one thing. His semen… why was it cold..? It poured down into her, and Vikky instinctively knew he wanted her to swallow it. But… she couldn’t…

The tentacles assaulting her breasts and genital doubled their efforts, no… they simply went crazy. Vikky was being overwhelmed. Due to the semen which was caught in the blockade of the back of her throat and the huge dick which blocked the way out Vikky could just desperately move her muscles to attempt handling the amount, but… she couldn’t. She couldn’t breathe. It was impossible to breathe while choking, and… she couldn’t stop. The disgust and panic which overwhelmed her was of an earlier unimaginable kind for Vikky. At the same time, the tentacles assaulting her breasts squirmed all over them, and the one on her vagina danced on it in all the right ways… There was no doubt it was trying to….

Vikky gasped. Gasped as much as she could, anyway. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, however it was for air she was gasping trying to get it to go around. The large amount of pleasure had released, overwhelming her mind while pure instinct opened her mouth to attempt breathing. The cold semen of the demon had not been swallowed but choked back, almost, and was now covering the inner regions of her mouth. She was so sure she’d die. So cold. She couldn’t spit it. The cock was still inserted into her mouth. She couldn’t do anything. Her half-opened eyes streamed with tears. Vikky… had an orgasm there, didn’t she… Her panties and bloomers were probably absolutely soaked now... The monster had… Her body seemed to slump lifelessly where she was hanging in his grip. She could barely breathe… She coughed again, more semen having leaked into her throat. This… this was torture… Her throat… Take it out, please… She felt like she’d die…

When the flow of cum stopped, Deimos withdrew his member from Vikky's mouth. The fountain of black fluid that spilled out afterward was quite rewarding, but he wished she had swallowed it. His anger having abated during the blast of pleasure, he decided to be lenient.

"Your did well until the end," he said as he lifted the girl up to eye level. "Be grateful for what I have taught you and try to remember it, you'll be called upon to do that a lot on this island. You still need to learn to swallow . . . but I won't punish you for that this time." Moving his tentacle away from between Vikky's legs, the monster dug one of his claws under the waistbands of both her bloomers and panties.

"Of course, I'm nowhere near through with you." Deimos grinned wickedly as he tore the garments from her, exposing her dripping sex to his lecherous view. Lifting her higher and shifting her position, he brought her honey-pot close to his face and inhaled deeply.

"Oh, you really enjoyed that didn't you?" the monster teased evilly. "You're going to be a popular little slut; getting off while sucking cock." The demon's forked tongue shot out to lick at the droplets of essence that still clung to Vikky's pussy lips. "Mmmm . . . "

He... he finally pulled it out of her mouth... The first thing that happened after that was Vikky’s coughs and half-spits trying to get the foreign substance out of her throat. The fluid was elusive, instead of being spit out most was just spit up, covering the insides of her mouth. Swallowing it would have been preferable, now she constantly tasted it as she tried spitting it out over and over… just straight down… but it was like stuck on her tongue… She tried holding out her tongue in an effort to get out the semen on it, but somehow it only made her feel… more soiled…

He spoke to her, Vikky’s body barely showing that it was hearing him. Taught… her…? He confirmed what she had already feared, this was only a first out of many… no… she didn’t… want this… How was she supposed to swallow that…!? It… had been impossible… Oh, she had been lifted up to his eye-level… she tried looking at him, but her flowing tears made it difficult to see… Her mid-riff was freezing, don’t be naked outside… uh…? You’re not… done…?

Vikky’s eyes snapped open as she realized her lower garments were cut off. The cold air struck against her pussy and realization hit her… as if it hadn’t hit her before… what was going to happen. Her mouth was still open since she felt that closing her semen-filled mouth would soil it further by… closing… it was difficult to explain… but as long as the semen was there, she didn’t want to close her mouth. Yet… she needed to…

“Don’…” It was difficult to pronounce like this… “Tha… belon to Vilmer…” The last resistance she could offer was only those pathetic words. That her pussy belonged to someone who wasn’t even here. Her muscles were unable to struggle, she was merely hanging slumped in his tentacles’ grip. Vikky’s entire body twitched as he breathed and licked lightly on her genital, gasping and body trying to arch slightly from just that tiniest sensation. She was going to be… popular? Why… he was going to take her to his friends, weren’t he… And then she’d be taken over and over… why… couldn’t she struggle… Even if it was in vain, she shouldn’t allow this to…

There she went, claiming to belong to someone else again. Despite his earlier decision to be lenient, Deimos felt some discipline was in order. The demon smacked Vikky's bare ass with one of his huge hands as he retracted his tongue.

"I told you before. This," he ran a finger up and down her slit for a moment, "belongs to me. You belong to me. Now say it!" He readied his hand to deliver another slap if she didn't comply. Might as well start training this one early. Hell, he might even try to obtain her for himself once she 'graduated.' Though that was many rape-filled months away.

Vikky gasped in pain as the large hand of the demon smacked her behind. It... it really hurt. She didn't want to be smacked again.

Th-the demon... he said she belonged to him. All of her, including her pussy. Vikky knew this was the truth, she was entirely incapable of resisting. The finger he ran along it felt... it felt good, especially directly after she had been smacked. No... she couldn't think like that. H-he wanted her to say she belonged to him. Vikky knew she should, or she'd be hurt more. But... she didn't want to betray Vilmer. She already had, but saying it would be confirming it. Vikky didn't want to confirm that she wasn't Vilmer's. She didn't want to. Her body was hanging helplessly in the hands of a demon threatening to harm it, but but she didn't... she didn't... Vikky closed her eyes, knowing the slap was probably coming due to her silence...

Indeed, the second slap did come swiftly when Vikky refused to speak. If fact it was slightly harder and covered more of her tight young buns too. Deimos would brook no defiance from his plaything and the sooner she accepted her fate, the better it would be for her.

"Say it!" the demon demanded again, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Don't make me tell you again." The third slap would be much less merciful, though the girl had no real way of knowing that. Of course he was forbidden from permanently damaging her, but there was no way for her to know that, either.

Another gasp. It hurt. It hurt so much. This demon probably didn’t care if he practically destroyed her here, though he did mention using her later… Vikky… didn’t want to betray Vilmer. That was the one last thing she wanted to do. Strangely, just being raped would be better, because then she had the excuse that… well, she was raped. B-but if she consciously told that she belonged to this… this demon, then that excuse would disappear. As long as she kept quiet, her soul would still belong to Vilmer. But if she said that… if she said that…

Still reeling from the pain, Vikky closed her mouth and swallowed the semen still in her mouth. Swallowed because… it was the easiest way to get rid of it. No matter how disgusting or unsettling, she needed her voice now. She quietly lamented how much more soiled she was because she had consciously swallowed that, but… for now…

“... No. Vilmer is my boyfriend. He's waiting for me to graduate. I don’t belong to anyone but…” … She didn’t finish the last sentence. Her mind would already have been broken had it not been for the internal image of that male in her mind, supporting her. But now… she wouldn’t ever see him again, would she…?

Deimos growled and hit Vikky again, raking his claws across her bottom, though he was careful not to cause too much damage. He was going to take her there eventually and he didn't fancy raping a bloody mess. Besides, her ass was one of her best features. Thus his claws left mostly welts, with a few shallow scrapes that might bleed just a bit.

"No! If you want him to survive, you will forget this Vilmer!" Deimos bluffed. "If you want him to be happy, you will pray he forgets about you! You will never see each other again and the rest of your life will be spent pleasing me and others like me! You belong to me! Now, SAY IT!" The demon's roar was punctuated by another slap - but just a slap - on her already sensitized rear.

She screamed. She hadn’t screamed before due to that she was afraid of annoying the big beast, but now she screamed. He had wounded her. She didn’t know how bad it was, if she was bleeding much, but he had done something. She screamed in pain. It hurt. Those claws… hurt so much. She cried. Her tears were still flowing, and she had forgotten when they had started. She attempted to wriggle herself loose of the pain, but the tentacles which held her limbs were just too strong. It hurt. It burnt. It… Agh…!

… But… that line… If she wanted him to survive, she would forget about him. “No…” It might not have been clear what she answered to. “NO…! Y-you will not hurt my Vilmer… My…” No… hers was wrong… she didn’t own anything… She was to please him and others like him for the rest of her life… She belonged to him… Vilmer would… not be able to defeat… “D-don’t hurt Vilmer…” She was too panicked and hurting to properly answer to the rest the demon said. But her fate was already decided. She sobbed. She wailed. “Don’t hurt Vilmer…! Vilmer will… Vilmer will…” She was losing grip of reality in all her pain and terror. She desired someone to save her so much. In some strange way, when she tried imagining Vilmer at this moment, he seemed like such a valiant man… and he seemed all-powerful… he… “Vilmer will destroy you.”

The look on her face possibly told how far off she was. Her eyes were somewhat unfocused, her body all limp and not stuggling at all and she was breathing like she had just run fifteen marathons in a row.

… She didn’t have the reasoning left to know how utterly foolish that last line was. In pain, on the last strands of her mentality, her mind had searched for a hero which to save her, however unlikely. Within her mind, Vilmer suddenly achieved godhood. He looked all-powerful, and her dazed mind suddenly became sure he’d save her. Some foolish dream which would never become true… but Vikky didn’t have the mentality left to comprehend that. Being brought in front of the decision to either abandon Vilmer or see him die, her mind searched for a third option in a panic. The choice… broke her mind. Possibly not in the direction the demon had intended. But so it was…