Rev sat there in front of her for a few moments.. its glowing eyes reguarding her hanging for as she slowly recovered, though that full body blush of hers at having arousel still alive within her body was easly seen. even if she wasnt touched for days sexualy. She would find herself at least right now still super sencetive and easy to enlight her flames of desire again.

As she gathered what remains of the slime within her mouth.. she spits it toward rev's face.. and what does he do? He catches it out of the air and simply growls at her.. one tendril comeing down as she saw's the tendril threw her sex.. grinding it back and forth as she feels it it grinding over her sex and up over her ass as he starts out as a small stroking pace slowly picking up speed.

Knowing full well she cant orgasm.. he keeps the grinding threw her sex lips until she is litterly whimpering and moaning with much need as she would be struggling within the confines of her spread prison.

JUst when she thinks she might not be able to take any more.. he contunes to stroke that tendril right until the brink of her passing out from pleasure overload.. and then suddenly stops leaving her.. the tendril pulling back as he simply turns around.. and pads out, parting threw the tree.. and dissappears into the what she would notice now.. rainging pritty hard as the willow branches.. swing back into view.

And there she hangs for the moment.. being left to recover from a masturbating sesion that could have lasted for hours with no release.. at least until she had been close to blacking out.

"AH!" she gave a short little gasp as the tendril first slid it cool slippery exterior against her sex. No matter how much she might loathe it, her body was still humming with sensitivity. The slime he'd spread through her made even the lightest air current feel like a lover's caress, that first touch was more like prodding a bonfire, the fires leaping up as ash and dead wood made way for fresher fuel. She tried to still her tongue, she didn't want to give this creature the satisfaction of knowing how badly her body craved it's touch, but then it started to move.

It parted her lips, letting her feel the texture and spreading more slime over her exposed clit and lower lips as it work, hugging the contours of her body as it curled up between her legs to stroke the curve of her ass as well. It was a slow, firm grind at first, his eyes fixing her with their glowing intensity as if daring her to claim she didn't feel it. As the blush on her body intensified, she tried to move, but she was held too securely. She managed to make the webbing rock gently in place a few times, but that was it. Or perhaps even that had been the sawing motion of the tentacle over her nether regions, which were only growing needier as she bit her tongue.

She finally broke eye contact with him, she should've known better than to challenge him under the circumstances, but her stubborn pride had held fast even as she was reduced to the play thing of a low animal. Now she was paying for that moment of hubris. She saw the way he was looking at her, this wasn't for his pleasure, he was trying to teach her a lesson. If Heather's identification had been right, she'd be in this state for days, a week, no amount of his grinding would bring her off. This was cruelty, using her body against her, but it was working. He increased the speed slightly and she whimpered, and then moaned.

She'd completely lost track of the passage of time by now. Had she fought long? Had she folded up in moments? Did it really matter? Her chest was heaving and her head had fallen back as one lurid sound after another passed her lips. Though she knew the canopy of the trees was overhead, she couldn't see it, couldn't focus on anything aside from the grinding against her lips. She felt herself spasm involuntarily from time to time, normally a sure sign that a mind blowing climax was building, but she knew now that such a thing would never come for her. She felt warm, she closed her eyes and she could only hear the blood pumping in her ears and the sound of falling rain.

And then, just as she teetered on the edge of consciousness, a hairs breadth from relief if not release, he stopped. It took her a few moments for her battered mind to grasp the significance of that, her breath coming out in deep sighs as he relented, but so much pleasure still echoing in her body. Finally, she tipped her head forward, seeing his hindquarters as he padded his way to the edge of the treeline, his extensions sliding back into his back. For better or worse, he was done with her for the time being, apparently, and he was simply going to leave her dangling there for the next creature to use. And the next.

Juniper let her head fall slackly forward. Finally. Finally she was alone. She didn't have to show her teeth, to fight, to be strong. There was no one left to impress. Her body had been whipped into a frothing frenzy, it burned to be used and abused, even knowing that she'd never touch the bliss of release herself, this pressure would just keep building until something in her gave out, no longer able to contain it. Already she'd begged for release, first from Heather and then from herself. How much longer until she was begging to just to be used? Seven days . . . would she be a cumstained wreck mewling for more from whatever happened across her ruined body under this tree before this effect ran it's course? Assuming Rev didn't visit her again, of course, she thought with a shudder. She sobbed gently where she hung, stewing in the relentless sensations stirring her body.

And there she did hang.. it could have been 5 minutes or 5 hours. The bindings that keept her bound and spread only made her sway as the growing storm got worse.. the rain was starting to really come down outside. Though from where she was under the tree.. she was barly if any feeling the rain. It appeared this one willow upon the island was good at blocking out the rain.

Though.. for some reason the rain droplets that did make it threw.. one would drop from time to time upon her shoulder.. a allmost cold splatter and slowly run down over her front.. over the curves of her breasts.. and sometimes hanging from her nipples before dropping to the ground... her intenseifiyed feelings of her skins making these very teaseing strokes.

As it started to grow into dusk, the rain was comeing down in full force out and around the island. she had been hanging there alone.. and teased from the assorted droplets of rain that had managed to get under the protective cover of the tree. She hurd a rustling.. that possably was the tree being moved aside.. like.. someone was comeing in under the tree from the far side of it.

Just when she thought she might have been hearing things.. a voice she knows would suddenly be hurd from behind her.. and still behind the tree...

Heather spoke out... "Juniper, are you still here?" her voice spoke out quitely into the growing darkness from where the other student hung.. she still couldnt see heather though because the voice was still behind the tree away from her.

She couldn't tell how long she'd hung there. Long enough to let it all flow out of her, the frustration, the humiliation, the fear, she'd balled like a lost child for a long time. It had been rather embarrassing actually, her hands twisting in the wrist cuffs as she was unable to scrub her face, sniffling to keep her nose from running as tears lingered and stained her cheeks. But still, still she hung there, rolling her wrists and ankles as she tried to figure some way to slip out of the tight web binding her in place.

The soreness had come next. She'd been straining to hear the sound of the forest stirring over the sound of her panting, the vibrations from her piercing sending tiny waves of pleasure through her keyed up body that were only punctuated by the periodic unannounced jolt to her chest. It was so still . . . there were no animals grunting, no birds singing, just the increasingly heavy patter of tropical rain falling from the sky. Then the ache and started, her body apparently having calmed down to the point that it was registering the abuse she'd been handed by Rev. It started in her hips, but spread up through her back, shoulders, neck and jaw in short order, the hard rolling motion she'd been forced to endure catching up to her. She didn't know how long she'd hung their, groaning quietly, unable to try and find relief as her body was stretched so tightly in the frame, she had nothing to do but endure.

And endure she had. She wasn't certain how, it's possible that it was simply because she'd had no other choice, but the pain had subsided. As the storm rolled in, causing the branches to wave in the stiff breeze, and by extension causing her to sway and twist against her will, she simply felt tired and numb. She wanted to sleep, to shut down, to let time pass without her being aware of every agonizing second, but the storm had other ideas. The wind was strong enough to rush through the leafy bars of her cage and blow the periodic mist of water over her skin, leaving her to shiver as she goosebumped and her body thrilled to the sensation. Every so often a fat drop of cold rain would make it's way through the canopy. It didn't matter where it landed, it would roll over her skin and leave her wanting to squirm at the electrifying sensation. The fact that they had an insidious tendency to land where she was most sensitive, along the curve of her neck and then over her breasts, to the small of her back or the inner curves of her thighs, to settle and hang from her nipple or to roll over her belly and to fall from her hips so close to her standing clit did nothing to help. There was no rest for her, not here.

She tensed as she heard the light rustling of something moving through the curtain of branches, turning her head to try and get a look over her shoulder though all she could make out was the tree. Time passed and she looked away, deciding it must have been her imagination. Then she heard a voice speak out, normally she'd have said that it was tentative, but this was instead merely quiet, a familiar even-metered tone sparking recognition in her memory. She hung her head and stayed silent for a moment, she didn't want to been seen by another student. . .but after a moment, she admitted that she liked the idea of being trapped here overnight even less.

"I'm here . . . " she said, glancing to the side, "I'm sorry . . . did what I could, but . . . well . . . you see . . ." at least the hoarseness was gone from her voice. She was sounding like herself again.

Heather makes her way into the girls vision.. oddly enough.. despite last being seen being chased by that tentacled monster.. She appeared to remain whole.. uniform whole and untouched.

She makes her way out in front of the student hanging there.. stopping before her.. They were about the same hieght give or take sence juniper was being held only a foot above the ground. Her eyes allmsot sparkling as it contunes to grow darker.

"Are you allright?" she asks as she reaches out and strokes your cheek with her fingers.. "Did you get your release?" she asks after a moment also.

She reaches into one of her pockets after pulling back her hand and starts wipeing down your face.. cleaning you slowly off.. making sure your face is clean.. before without even possably thinking you dont want her to touch you, she runs her cloth down over your breasts.. cleaning the still wet green gel upon your flesh off.. her cloth allmsot silky when combined with the slime as she rubs it over your nipples..

"I will try to get you clean to help a little bit" she answers as she contunes to wipe her cloth over your extra sencetive skin.

"What did that creature do to you?" she asks.. her voice sence returning sounding like it had a little more.. *feeling* withinit and not seeming as.. void as she was how ever many hours ago it happen to have been.

Her expression softened a bit as Heather made her way in front of her. Uniform intact, hair unmussed, posture unaffected. Somehow it was almost reassuring that the girl who'd seemed so untouched by the world remained, somehow, the same. She looked into those too-vivid blue eyes and forced a gentle smile.

"I'll survive . . . nothing broken, just banged up a bit." she responded. No, nothing broken, not even her spirit or her sense of self, though each had been battered severely. She didn't turn away as the other girl brushed her fingers over her cheeks, obviously trying to comfort her before adding the next question. "No . . . no climax. Too much to hope for, I guess ... seems I'll have to get used to it for a while." she added with a heavy sigh.

She watched as the other girl pulled a hanky from her vest pocket. On one hand, she wanted to get down much more than she wanted to be clean . . . on the other, as she brought that cloth over her face, she had to admit that being clean made her feel less miserable and more human. She pressed her lips together to choke back a moan as her cloth brushed over her shoulders and down to stroke her breasts, her breath coming a little faster as she felt the cloth brush over her standing nipples.

"I-I appreciate it. . ." she said, suppressing a shudder as her body started to stir at the attention it was getting. When she asked what the creature had done, she couldn't help but shudder reflexively as her mind went over it all again, "Did you want the short version, or the play-by-play?" she said with a faint smirk. It felt like every thrust had been engraved in her body, she could recall it so vividly in the moment. Then she blinked slightly.

"Heather? It's raining cats and dogs out there . . . how the hell did you get back here with a dry hanky?" she asked softly, not accusingly, but some synapse firing in her investigator's mind.

Reaches inside another pocket of her dress and pulls out another dry cloth.. as she starts running it down the length of your chest again.. trying to white off all the gel that was dripping down you.. Though of course by wipeing everywhere.. she was in face acutally spreading it around.. your breasts might not have been covered.. but by the time she was done your breasts were tingling quite nicely as she *cleaned*.

She strokes down around your hips.. reaching behind you.. her own breasts brushing your sencetive nipples as she allmost embraces you as she wipes down the lenth of your back, over the curves of your bottom. SHe was.. defently being through, and making all your skin abuzz with senceativy.

From how close she was standing to you.. eather one of you with a simple brush forward could end up kissing the other... she stops for a moment.

"Oh.. a step by step is ok.. make sure you tell me just how it made you feel?" she says.. most likly surpriseing you.. as she runs her clothed hands down over your spread bottom.. stroking over the increaseing sencetive flesh.

Her faceical expressers where defently better and more beleavable then they were earler.. as she acutally blushes a bit at your question.. finally noticeing that she had a dry hanky.. wondering if she had noticed her dress was compleatly seeming dry too as well as her hair.. she litterly was as she remerbered earler.. save for.. she had more.. *life* in her.

She shakes her head slightly squeezeing your bottom and rubbing the cloth more.. throughly getting to make sure every inch of your is *clean* or covered depending on how you look at her motivites.

"Oh.. well.. you wouldnt be intrested in that" she says after a moment.. and the look she had seemed to be.. embarrsment?

Her fingers twitched slightly in their bonds as she hung in place. It was about all she could do, feeling the cloth running over her body, gathering a silky smooth texture as it went along and stroking over her chest and shoulders. She blinked in surprise as Heather asked for a detailed account. She waited a breath or two and then nodded in apparent comprehension, watching her draw another dry cloth from her pocket.

"Oh, right. For your research, of course." she said, her soft brown eyes looking evenly into her shining blue, as if searching for something in them. The gaze softened, however, as she felt the new cloth rubbing over her chest in vigorous little circles, soaking up the worst excess of the creature's stimulating slime, but not without spreading a light film over the stretches of her skin that had been spared before. She launched into the retelling, hoping that engaging her brain might allow her to keep from focusing on the way the tingling was spreading over the outside of her body as it had spread through the inside before, or the feeling of her fingers underneath the handcloth running over her curves.

"Well. . .to start with I guess I should say that "Rev" can extend pseudopods of his gelatinous nature up form his back. I found that out right away as he lashed one out and gripped me around the neck. I tried to fight back, even as badly charged as I was I didn't want to be the plaything of some dog. He was just too strong, or I was just too weak . . . maybe both . . . so I felt helpless. I lashed out the only way I could after I saw some glimmer of understanding when I spoke to him, insulting, degrading, looking for any kind of inroad to do some psychological damage. Sometimes if you can undercut a man's confidence he can't perform, I guess I was hoping one of my barbs would get lucky. No such luck, he sprouted more tendrils and pinned me hard to the ground. Top down, bottom up, like a bitch in heat . . . under the circumstances, not an inaccurate comparison. This ... damned traitor's body started to tingle with anticipation, but I was just burning with shame at the exposure and failure." she paused a moment to swallow as Heather stepped closer, circling her arms around her to wipe down her back without breaking eye contact. She pressed on, trying to keep her thoughts from dwelling on that closeness.

"I expected it from the moment he pressed one of those tendrils in front of my lips. Sometimes these things . . . they use your ass as a form of punishment. They know it hurts . . . not just physically, but the element of degredation, of filth, and the way it fucks with your head when it starts to feel pleasurable. He just . . . slammed his way in, deeper than I've taken since I got here, liberally coated in this damn slime to give him the lubrication for it. I didn't cry out, not at first, didn't want to give him a chance to use my mouth and add a servile element to things." she let her eyes glance away, "That . . . that didn't last. Something in this goo is. . .narcotic. . .it gets in the skin and just jacks up your sensitivity. That, combined with what my body was already doing? Almost as soon as he started to move, I was ready to moan like a whore, 'cept he plugged me up before I got a chance, pumping his sweet gel into my mouth to fill it." her wrists twisted in the cuffs again as she made fists, an incidental gesture brushing her exposed nipples over the shirt of Heather's breasts as she stroked her back, the hands sliding down to run over her backside. She was so close, elevated as she was Juniper was even with her face, with her lips, and with the sensitive tingling spreading over so much of her body, she blushed at the direction her mind was turning. But she couldn't move, couldn't twist, couldn't lean . . . she couldn't take from those lips, every touch between them had to come from Heather.

"That's about when he started to use my body. The tendril in my backside wasn't smooth like you might expect from a pseudo pod, he'd taken the time to cover it's length in ribs and studs, sliding it in and out in slow but firm thrusts, making sure to coat every inch with his damned slime. On another night, I might've cum from that alone given some time." she admitted, the flush deepening a bit, "Seeing as how I'd been . . . pacified, he moved up behind me with these little warning bites. . .it's a dog thing, establishing dominance, wanted me to know I was his. Fuck him, I don't belong to anyone. Not that you'd know from the next . . . geeze, what was it? Felt like a half hour. He jumped up on my back and stuck his damned monster prick in me--" she paused in her narrative to shudder a bit, "I. . .I'd never felt so full, just . . . he was buried into everything, deep, and unmoving. I was feeling pretty desperate, I tried to grind back, but he just bit his teeth into the back of my neck and held me still. It was his show, he got to pick the pace. It took me a while to calm down 'til the point that I could accept that . . . but once he was satisfied he set a demanding pace. All three orifices, rough, hard shocks through the body, carefully timed so that no two were buried inside at the same time . . . oh god . . ."

She stopped a bit and rolled her head back over her shoulders, panting as it came back to her, "So good . . . the body rocking . . . the piercings swaying . . . any other night, any other night and I'd have blown my fucking mind on orgasm after orgasm. Just as I'm getting the rythym, BAM, he pops his cork. Cum just jetting out of him, one hard sticky spurt at a time, filling me up as he stayed buried to the hip, the tentacles slam home next, each one spraying more of that gel into me. Nothing for me. Just a pressure from my guts getting compressed as he filled me up to the brim. And then he starts bucking his hips until he can give me another shot and top me off, my stomach hanging , my cunt dripping. Ah, I coulda cried. So much in me, I don't think I could've held more, but this body . . . this body . . ."

She shivered again, apparently coming down from whatever psychological high she'd been riding from the story telling. Which wasn't to say that she was over her physical high, feeling Heather squeeze her ass. That one, she was pretty sure, hadn't been strictly for the sake of hygiene. She panted for a few moments before wrapping up.

"Then, he pulled out, and strung me up here. I gave him some lip, first because fuck him, and second because I half expected him to start flogging me. What's he do? He rubs me until I'm practically delirious from sensation, and just walks off, leaving me here horny and dripping for whatever comes along next. I'm just fortunate that it turned out to be you." she said, though her eyes roamed her figure with a bit more care.

The handkerchief had been the thing to tip her off, but now that her brain was starting to rev up, more details were becoming apparent. Heather was perfectly clean, no water in her hair, no dampness to her uniform, no mud on her shoes. She looked exactly the same...well, perhaps she'd shrugged off the worst of the uncanny valley. No, there was no way she made it through this storm untouched, even with an umbrella.

"I dunno, Heather. From where I hang, it seems like the answer might be kind of important." she said, sensing an evasion on the other girl's part and jumping on it instinctively.

She had contuned to wipe down her body... the intire time she had been talking details about what had happen to her.. and some of her feelings had been working in there. She nods from time to time as you contune to talk.

"He sure left alot of gel on you.. your skin is allmsot glimmering because of the amount that was on you" she says after a moment.. her lips barly an inch from yours as she brings that rag up over the contours of your behind.

She suddenly drops low.. her breath.. felt against the folds of your sex for a moment before she reaches up and starts working down the length of your left thigh.. stroking the outer flesh.. down around your foot and then back up.. stroking right back up your tender inner thigh.. the clothing comeing within allmsot a inch of your sex before she stops.

She moves over to your other leg and does the same there.. stroking down the length of your leg.. and then comeing back up and stopping jsut before your sex. Working that cloth right into your flesh.. cleaning but very much working to make sure that your skin is tingling everywhere at this point.. now basicaly clean.. save for.. one spot.

She stands back up before you as you ask her about the dry cloth again.. she hmms softly..

"Well.. as i said.. thats a ... diffult subject to talk about" she says again.. as she brings the cloth suddenly up between your thighs and starts rubbing.. working that sinken cloth over, in between your lex slips.. massageing it in trying to get everything.,..

"There, is alot of gel on.. and i guess in you" she says as she starts to push the cloth just a little deep into you with her finger on the other side.. the cloth edges dragging across your pierced clit.

"From the way that creature kept you at bay.. i would think.. you sound like you are close to offering anything to be allowed to cum?" she says after a moment while still trying to clean with that cloth between those spread thighs.

"Mph. . .ah. . ." she was struggling a little bit now, not just twisting in her bonds and hoping that they'd loosen. Her muscles were standing out tautly, as if she were trying to bring the whole tree down around her, though clearly that wouldn't happen as she felt that breath play over her spread lips and the clothing stroking her legs. She really did glisten slightly in the low light, maybe normally she'd have passed it up as a sheen of sweat, but this had a slight greenish tint to it that marked it clearly as the remains of the slime worked over her skin.

"Come on now . . . I just gave you the intimates on my own rape and humiliation . . . what've you got on that?" she said. She was getting a tight feeling in the pit of her stomach, something was wrong. Then she pressed her hand up between her legs, sending a jolt of sensation through her body as her fingers started to work their way inside, pressing the cloth deeper as she massaged her inner folds, coaxing more of the juices that had been caught inside her to flow out with each stroke of her fingers. Juniper turned her head to the side and bit her lip, feeling her heart pounding against the inside of her chest, she didn't quite let out a throaty moan, but her expression said that she'd been close. And with every tug that silky smooth cloth made over her clit, the importance of her question faded a little more in her mind. There was a lot of gel left inside of her, and it had done nothing but sit for hours now, increasing it's potency as it lingered though she hadn't noticed until she was touched.

"A--ahn. . ." she rolled her head back, unable to keep her lips sealed, but trying to spare Heather her lusty expression, "I don't like definitives . . . words like "anything" tend to mean one has an imperfect grasp of what may be asked of them..." she said, a moan rolling passed her lips, "...oh god...but close...I'd offer a lot..."

Hmms and nods a bit at the girls words.. she was indeed distracting her as she contuned to use that cloth upon her folds.. getting in deeper. When it looked like she was reisting a bit more.. the cloth.. seemed to finally have vanished as if dropped to th ground.. but her fingers were found right up next to her bare sex a moment later.

Her overly soft digits kept stroking teaseing and edging on her growing arousel slowly.. making her body slow beg for it.

So far today her body had been unwilling aroused, denyed orgasm... Fingered rapidly by heather.. still no release.. then she was attacked by Rev, he savageled fucked her twice.. useing all 3 of her holes for his own pleasure, and despite all that.. she still hadnt broken or had her release.

Test/heather was most intrested in this student.. this was the only student she had enounted to this point that had resisted her attempts to over rule her mind. She desided that this student did indeed have.. special qualties.

Making a desision.. she contunes to stroke the girls sex with her digits.. still slowly driving and further feeling her body respond.. her fingers quickly finding what really arouses this girl as she contunes to get readings on her body.

"Its a sshame you arient willing to do anything for a release." she says after she had contuend to tease the girls body... slideing her digit deep into her body.. "it sure would be intresting to know. just what you would be willing to.. saw or do to be allowed to cum" she says.

She reaches up with her free hand and strokes her fingers slowly over the curves of the girls face.. stroking her soft flesh with her fingers.. the girls higheened skin feeling every increased feeling even from something as simple as her fingers stroking over her face.

"Are you sure you wouldnt do anything?" she asks again.. letting her slim digit of a finger slowly massage in slow circles arund her clity.. thumb flicking that hanging gem between her thighs..

"S-stop . . ." she whimpered as Heather pressed the cloth deeper into her. This was going beyond the point that she could dismiss and incidental teasing as she cleaned her off. Surely enough, though the cloth fell away, she soon felt bare fingers rubbing on her hot sex, taking advantage of her slime-fueled sensitivity and driving her body wild, "Dammit, I said stop!" she said hoarsely. She'd have swung for the woman, but though she made a tight fist that made her knuckles white, she simply couldn't break the bonds that held her fast.

She still had the fingers of a maestro, with the same talent that had driven her so wild before, she stroked and rubbed her in all the right spots. Except this time her body was still riding high on a series of suppressed orgasms and soaked through with a substance that made her more sensitive than a cat's whiskers. She couldn't even twist, squirm, or wiggle this time to try and reduce the sensation, she was held fast and forced to experience everything that Heather wished her to.

"Why are you so interested!?" she cried out a bit as she felt that finger press deeply inside of her, another perfectly calculated stroke to drive her further. She felt like her skin was smoldering and her blood electrified as she pumped her sex with that finger. She rolled her head to nuzzle into her hand as she felt the fingers against her face, reflexively turning towards it as he body reacted, drawn to feel more of what she was doing.

"No, not anything--" she paused a bit as Heather moved to play with her clit a sharp breath following as she flicked the gemstone on the ring with her thumb "Some things . . . aren't worth it!" she said stubbornly, drawing her line in the sand.

She doesnt stop, her fingers are stroking within her sex.. playing that sweet little sex like a fine musican would play a intrestument all there lives. She knew what and just how to touch her to keep that pleasure alive and strumming within her body.

"I told you. I want to know the breaking point of a mind.. and you being traped here as you are.. unable to orgasm is as good a test subject.." she says softly as she contunes to stroke the side of your face.. petting.. allmost like some Mistress was stroking a good pet.

"Now i just need to be able to tell what you are willing to do for me right now.. I know you want to tell me, cause with every word and promes you utter to me with that moaning mouth of yours, brings you all that much closer that i can make that Pritty little pierceing you let me pierce you with, to let it make you orgasm." she allmsot purrs at you.

Letting her digit sink back into your tight wet sencetive dpeths she starts stroking in time with a second digit.. stroking along your tight inner wet walls as she stands in front of your trapped body.

"So.. if im not mistaken.. you have something you wish to tell me? Perhaps.. i might even be able to find a way to get you back down before that dog beast comes back.. it is getting dark after all." she says.. pressing her thrumb over your clitty and rapidly stroking for a moment before she goes back to her light stroking your fires.. slowly still building the amount of pleasure you contune to feel.. waiiting and wishing to see your breaking point.. or how far she has yet to go.

Juniper shook her head, trying to get away from those cool caressing fingers at her cheek, closing her eyes and trying to shut her out. Of course, that wasn't going to work, even if she couldn't see her, she was right there whipping her body up into a maelstrom of sensation. Her breath was coming faster, puffs of hot air running over her face as each gasp was tinged with the gentle curve of a moan. Her breasts stood firmly at attention, areolas swollen with blood as she pulled hard against her wrist cuffs, apparently willing to risk jerking her arm out of the socket if she could just get her to stop.

She straightened up as that second finger slid into her, pulling a long, wanting moan out of her as she stroked evenly, pressing down more firmly on one spot or spreading out to brush two as her body reached to each thrust. It felt so good, she nearly gave in right there, a wave of concessions pouring through her mind. She grit her teeth and breathed in deeply as she softly purred in her ear. Wasn't there something she wanted to tell her? One thing leapt to mind.

"Fuck you, svoloch'" she hissed out, "I can't believe I wasted my time worrying about you . . . you're as bad as one of them!" She went with the insult, though it lacked some of the sting it should've carried. Her blood was boiling and her body tense with emotion, but it wasn't anger that was coursing through her veins. Even if she put up a fierce front, she was losing ground to Heather's insistent prodding. She'd gone with a verbal haymaker hoping more to grant herself a respite from the sensations she was being forced to endure than anything, hopefully gain some time to calm down.

Smiles at your insult.. knowing humans started to revert to insuilts right before there mind caved. She could feel it within the tension of your body that you were close to giveing.

Slipping a slimk 2nd digit into your sex she starts stroking.. ever so slowly.. driving your arousel even further slowly as she streches your tight sex around her digits. Because of the new tightnes of your sex you can feel every ridge.. and how agile her fingers are as she strokes your slowly into a frenzy.

"Come now.. if i was one of them.. would giving you all this pleasure be something i was would be intrested in? I havent asked for a single ounce for myself" she coo's in your ear.

She leans forward and slowly takes one of your nipples within her soft and sweet lips..a hot warm seeming tongue playing over your sencetive nipple..teaseing stroking. Pulling back a moment later.

"I would really love to know what you would do to be able to cum though, would you be willing to give up.. your body?" she says as she runs her thumb over your clit again, while her fingers contuned to stroke within your tight sex.

She strokes her other hand petting over your face.. running her thumb slowly over the curves of your lips.