It was only fair that he charge her for the assistance, though this was not always the case that he did such it opened up an option for Aegir in the future, something that could warrant a quick exchange in order to promote getting to know her a bit better. Of course he had not charged her last night for any of the assistance and he was unlikely to do so in the future. It was an easy option right now. Of course what he actually did he would decide the moment of. It may be interesting if she came to him on her own accord. He would give it some thought as he lounged about today figuring that he would not have to come to a decision today at least. Maybe he would … he never knew for certain.

But she made her way back unmolested. There were few monsters prowling about given that their was a lack of prey and most were at the classrooms or dorms where prey was a bit more plentiful.

She made it back without any problems, at least until she got into the shower. Now she had drawn the attention of one of the Hunters. It had managed to successfully hunt already earlier today so it wasn't counting on another victim so soon. But being opportunistic it approached her, oozing along the tilled form then expanding behind her until it was humanoid shaped, minus it's legs that ended in a bluish pool of liquid.

Not surprisingly she struggled in it's grasp as it pinned her against the wall with it's slimy fingers. She would find that it was incredibly strong and while she was in this position she was exposed and vulnerable. This should be quick, then again …

Fingers pressed into her shoulders, rubbing against the tense muscles there. She tried to look and for a moment all she could really make out was that it was amorphous perhaps, a runny bluish ooze, slime dripped off of it's forearms to the pool but it was constantly reshaping itself so it was a never ending cycle there.

“Oh, please do struggle. Believe me or not, it is your decision but I sense that you have encountered Father. I can feel it, the traces that linger inside you even now as they rapidly die so I know that you have encountered it within seventy-two hours else all the cells left behind would have perished already.”

Fingers swept over the slit of her sex, wet and runny as they moved against her, a single hand pressing her to the wall by the shoulder. When a slimy tongue left a trail of bluish slime briefly against her skin the water of the shower washing it away just as quickly she was able to see it, indeed some sort of amorphous creature, bluish in nature the same shade to match the tiles and the walls, some sort of camouflage or lucky coincidence. From what she could see it kept dripping but reforming indicating that it's shape may have taken a bit of effort on it's part to maintain and was not natural.

“Shall we get start or are you going to flail uselessly? It matters little to myself of course. I'm pretty sure you're no stranger to this. I can sense Father after all.”

"Father, huh?" she grit her teeth slightly as he kept her pressed against the wall. No doubt about it, he was strong enough to pull and position her as he liked. The running water though, it seemed to be keeping a little unstable, dripply, causing him to run in rivulets down her back though he collected them again before they could reach the drain, "I can only assume you mean Ortix, I could see the family resemblance. Though I have to say, you're chattier than him." Also? Not melting her skin off. That was a definite plus in her book, she remembered the note on the militarized Ortix models a little too vividly at the moment.

As battered as she was, she had to admit it was tempting to just roll over and accept things for a change. The way he rubbed her body was comforting, she couldn't help but arch her back slightly as he leaned in and ran his tongue down her back.

"Not a stranger, exactly . . ." she admitted, a soft breath of defeat on her voice. Feigned defeat, on this occasion, though she doubted she was the first to use that ploy. Her eye shifted away a bit until she could see the cubby where the toiletries were held while she used the shower, just barely in reach. She snatched up the shampoo and aimed it back over her shoulder, squeezing the bottle hard to aim a jet of lathery gel back towards her tormentor, "But I've kept a pretty good record so far."

With the water making him runny, she was hoping the soapy mixture would compromise his integrity even further. He seemed to have trouble remaining upright, so anything she could do to make things more difficult for him to remain solid worked in her favor. She was hoping, hoping, he'd pull back and give her a chance to bolt passed him, because that was the only trick she had up her sleeve at the moment.

“Ah, yes Ortix. It is a dumb fuck. In a way it fathered me. See, I was like you once, of the flesh. My ailments made me the perfect subject for the cannibalization between human and whatever the fuck you would classify that slime as. My wasting disease has no effect on this form. In a way you can say I'm Ortix too. My old name has been lost to me. I was once a researcher here though. I remember that. There are bits and pieces that I do recall.”

Fortunately it was not paying attention to what she was doing. While it's touch was less potent than Ortix's it still destroyed clothing though there was no mild tingly on her flesh as those slimy fingers worked against her. She attack as was expected … well not precisely.

It was rarely this easy, it expected to be struck at uselessly but something was coming back at it's face. While it possessed eyes it did not need them to see but rather sensed it's environment.

It was not the fact that the water was making it a pain to hold it's shape but the fact that it was tougher to do, it would learn the fine arts of doing so with apparent ease but it reacted on instinct. It's head reshaping so that the liquid passed through a large hole now. On the plus side it took some effort to reshape himself so suddenly and she had an opportunity as it shrank back a little, more out of instinct, all the years of being human thought the attack could not harm it.

She was free to run by then though having no need to see in the conventional sense it still could “see” her. A pseudo pod lashing out to wrap about her ankle, jerking it to send her crashing to the floor.

“Thank you for that. Now I won't feel so bad.” His form shifted in such a way that he did not turn around but his back shifted to become his front. “Please tell me you have more to offer than some shampoo ...”

He oozed forward, a grin on his near featureless form as he approached the student.

Juniper blinked a bit when not-exactly Ortix reshaped a hole in it's head for her improvised attack to squirt through. That was pretty slick, she had to grudgingly admit, and not at all the kind of trick she'd have expected from the original. Though she got the impression that the creature she'd met in the woods had a thicker cell wall which prevented it from such tricks . . . or perhaps it's simple animal mind prevented it from developing them. Either way, she felt the pressure on her shoulders pull back, and she didn't need any further incentive to make a break for it. She pushed off the wall and turned on her heel, she'd barely have a second before her recovered.

Maybe less than that. She'd made it passed him, even put a step or two of distance between them before she felt a dripping cable wind itself around her ankle and jerk her back hard. Her other foot slid on wet tile, and she barely had time to windmill her arms before >WHACK< her head met the tile. She curled up on the cold tile clutching her head with both hands, clenching her eyes tight. She opened one eye and bit her bottom lip, things were looking fuzzy and out of focus . . . argh, she was supposed to be taking it easy. If she kept taking all these shots to the head, she was going to end up with some long term damage.

"Sorry, I must've left my utility belt on my other birthday suit." she bit off sarcastically, she tried to push herself up to her feet but barely got to a kneel before she fell back and had to catch herself with her hands, felt like the whole room was spinning. She needed to stall, grab some time to recover . . . maybe put a fist through his smug jerk-ass scientist mush-face later. Wouldn't do her any good, but she'd feel better.

"So why go by Ortix? Ya clearly have no love for the thing. I mean, I guess technically, scientifically your the same kind of creature, but that's got no sense of propriety. Look at you! Practically rocking the supervillain thing, you just have to own it. Something catch like . . . Protoform: the slime that walks like a man!" she pulled out her best overly dramatic voice, "Or, ya know, if you want to highlight intelligence Dr. Mucoid: Sludgy something of Sinister Science."

C'mon June, think! she cried to herself, blinking her eyes hard trying to will the spots to go away as she cast her gaze around, looking for something, anything she could use.

He glided over the wet tiled floor. The pounding of water against of floor. He did not have to worry about balancing and saw that Juniper was in trouble as she fell back down, her head reeling from the blow that she endured.

“Ah, Adam West! I love that show, well I think I do. I just have a few memories of it.” It announced as slimy wet fingers swept over her hips. It pulled her up on hands and knees though a slimy pseudo body shaped from it's body where a penis would be stretching out to her, sweeping against her clit as another formed the same shape of a cock, the tip of it working into the crack of her ass.

“I do not recall who I was before all this. General matters some of which I have revealed. I know that my past is linked to Ortix in someway and use it as a reminder of some sort of connection that I have to work out. My memory is not the best. Something had been done and in order to remember things better I need the constant reminder so I do not forget the primary clue in working out of what my identity is.”

But it was not really letting her stall realizing that was what she was trying to do that pseudo pod of his pressed into her rear, filling her up as he pressed into her with a hard sudden jolt.

It pulled her back then even as it pulled her back to impale her, pseudo pods forming and reaching around her, sweeping over her breasts and squeezing against them as he formed tiny hands on the edges of those pseudo pods tiny thumbs tracing against her piercings while other fingers, wet and full splayed against her as it's body began to slap up urgently against her own.

Juniper winced slightly as she saw the sagging gelatinous figure of a man gliding over the smooth bathroom tile towards her. She forced herself a bit straighter, trying to crawl even while half blind and the world seeming to shift and move around her. That was, until she felt the cold press of protoplasmic hands pressing to the small of her back and sliding around her hips leaving faint blue trails against her skin before his fingers sunk into her skin and pulled her up and back towards him with his inhuman strength.

"H-hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded, her face red with indignation as much as embarrassment as she felt a pair of pseudo-pricks grinding against her flesh both from the fore and the aft, the head grinding between her ass cheeks. Ortix Jr. might be capable of speech, but it was no less single-minded than it's forebearer it seemed. She felt herself pushed forward slightly, the head of one cock sliding down between the crack of her backside until it rested flush against the pucker of her ass. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, knowing what was coming next, as he pulled her back roughly, the slick and slimy coating of his faux cock providing him the lubrication needed to ease his passage as the cool flexible material pushed it's way deep into the deep confines of her previously virgin asshole, her rump impacting with his flexible body with a wet slap as she finally took every inch of that member.

"A gentleman would've pulled my hair." she snarked, trying to undercut his sense of dominance over her, to reduce the power trip by appearing unaffected by the humiliation. It wasn't a perfect job, there were still tears in her eyes from the pain of his sudden intrusion, and she'd only quieted her wail of pain by biting down hard and keeping her mouth shut as he entered her. She hoped that by keeping her face forward he wouldn't notice those tell-tale signs. She swallowed slightly as he began to push her forward again, every long inch of his second cock rubbing enticingly over the sensitive button of her clit before just the head of his first was nestled inside of her. He held her firmly between both hands, not needing either to move his other member, it moving with his desires up and against her lips before he was satisfied with the angle and pulled her back hard once again.

Air rushed out of her lungs in a low grunt and her eyes fluttered as both thick members drove powerfully into her body, feeling each bulling against the other through the thin walls separating her holes as her body smacked back against his again. She'd never felt anything like it, her body felt stretched tight just holding him inside, too full of his thick blue members. Her fingers dragged over the tile as her hands balled into fists as he began to thrust with his hips, holding her still to attack with a series of half thrusts at first, but soon pushing and pulling her to make every new drive full, deep, and strong. Her arms buckled and she fell down to her elbows, the air forcibly pushed out of her lungs with every hard thrust coming out touched with a moan as her body began to heat up in her grip. He was driving down into her now, and it was easier for him to simply flow forward over her body, more pseudopods trailing over her to grasp her body, to squeeze, massage, and tease her body all over.

Did he see the tears? Not yet, not that he would have cared a damn had seen them spilling down her cheeks. He knew what he had wanted from these girls, part his desire, part the very creature that had gone into his genetic make up now. They were a blend now, though the same could be said of their two bodies as he swept over her then, each smack against his wet body send small pieces of him splattering against her ass and back, against the tiles of the bathroom floor though these bit parts rolled back to their “parent” reforming with him again and again.

Showing no mercy he was undaunted by her tough talk. He had the little bitch now, regardless of what she said or did he would take her fully his gelatinous body oozing over the lower half of her body as he groped her with pseudopods that graced over her metallic studs as the ooze flowed against her,

Her liking this had not been a requirement for him to fill his base needs here.

“But I am no longer a man,” he chuckled, “the furthest thing from a gentleman you'll find on this island I would think but since you have nothing further to say of interest …”

Another pseudopod formed from his body curling around to the front of her and smacking her in the face like a wet smack, that bitter slim tingles over her mouth and tongue as the pseudopod presses in and out of her.

Now he does not even have to thrusts as the formed cocks flow inside her, wet fingers trickle down her spine between her shoulder blades.

“I have had better my dear, but I might revisit you at some future point too just to torment you. I suppose it would help if you were good at this as it would just entice me to come back.”

Ooze was moving about her clit aggressively as he pounds away sadistically in all three of her holes simultaneously ensuring to take her thoroughly as he flows and pumps into her.

"I'd wager you weren't much of a man to start with." Juniper retorted as the tendrils wrapping around her body drew tighter, stroking her body firmly as they pulled her back towards his central mass. She could feel something like fingers groping at her chest, a soft gasp passing her lips where they settled on her nipple his oozing physique making her body tingle as it scoured her skin but chilling the metallic studs piercing her flesh and causing her twin peaks to stand out dramatically.

"It's probably for the best that even if you rediscover who you are, you'll never remember it." she said, a cruel smile crossing her lips as she felt her shoulders pulled up by the pseudopods, a third one rolling up underneath her before it snaked up to look her in the face, "Your new look fits you better any->GOMPH<." her head rocked back with the force that the tendril plunged into her open mouth, bulling her tongue aside and pressing against the back of her throat as a dull throb echoed in her skull.

That bit of anger helped her get her head back together though, the heat in her blood helping her find the focus she'd lost between the ambush and her spinning head. She had to start thinking proactively, he had her for the moment, but this was an opportunity too in it's way. Though he had a malicious intellect, Dr. Slimeball's cohesiveness was much lower than the creature she'd met in the woods . . . but he was still made of the same stuff. This was an opportunity for her to get her hands on a sample, something she could study for some real answers. It stood to reason that, with as quickly as he reproduced, the faculty would be using Ortixes to protect other sensitive areas on the island . . . finding a way to nullify or dissuade them would be an immensely useful tool.

"Mm--!" she turned her head to the side as the tendril thrust into her mouth again, her hips rolling in the confines of his body as he pushed further inside of her, showing a bit of panic as she arched her back. Of course, she remembered that she'd been able to breath through Ortix before but it'd be only natural to assume otherwise the way he was working her. She reached one hand up as if to claw at her mouth, before giving a shudder and a pleased moan as he surged deeply into her again. A little stroke to the ego for him, or an excuse for him to berate her as a whore as he liked, either way a distraction.

Her head fell forward, and her hand came with it, fingers drawing over the pseudopod coiling around and squeezing her breast. She seemed languid, his next thrust rolling her whole body as she squeezed the invaders pumping her body. She tried to pull some of his runny body from the tentacle, trying to squeeze it into a ball in her palm, pressing the curled fist back against the tile as he continued relentlessly hammering her body.

Please, let it be worth it . . . she thought.

“You're probably right,” Ortix laughed. “I cannot remember though so I will give you the benefit of the doubt there. Although I may never remember who I am I can form new memories and I think I'll place this among my favorite thus far. The new look does have it's advantage, I can't say if it's an improvement over the last form or not though, I can only guess that it is.” And that was when he pushed the pseudo pod into her mouth oozing though the smallest of cracks with ease.

Was it worth it? Time would tell. Ortix did not let up though as it continued to assail her. The slime she had gathered tried to ooze back to the main body like the rest of the creature that was separated from the main mass.

She would have thought that the creature would be easier for her to collect a sample from but that was not the case here. The sample oozed against the palm of her clenched first before oozing out between her fingers to slide down her forearm and rejoin with the main body.

It was messy though. Hopefully it would leave something around, it would even slide pack up her throat if she attempted to swallow any of him.

He was messy but very clean at the same time able to draw himself back again to the main body from any oart of the main body. He was chuckling at her, unconcerned with how much pain she was in, or pleasure but when he heard that moan escape from her lips he chuckled again.

“Hm. Who would have expected that you would actually enjoy this you little slut. I doubted that you would.”

He grinned deliciously, though oddly he sort of missed her insults so the tendril that was pressing that coolness of the gelatinous member slid out of her mouth to let her speak or at least moanfreely.

By now he had engulfed her lower body completely not so much as thrusting but flowing inside her. He filled her as he rippled within her as more of the goop stimulated her clit.

It had felt as if wet fingers were tweaking her nipples, playing with the metal studs and twisting her nipple slightly.

Tch . . . thought at that size it wouldn't have enough strength to force my hand open, but it's just too runny, Juniper thought another muffled moan reverberating through the tendril in her mouth as blue gel filled her to the brim in a rush, rocking her body forward again and making her wet hair swing with the motion, I need some kind of . . . container. But where am I going to find something like that?

She didn't have to look back to know that he was engulfing her slowly . The occasional cool brush of tendrils along her thighs had been replaced by an intense tingling all over her skin and a pressure that kept her from moving an inch out of place. If she was pulled all the way inside, she'd be utterly at his mercy . . . though, given his strength and reach, she had to admit she didn't have much further to fall in that regard. Almost as suddenly as he'd forced it into her mouth, she found herself bowed over and coughing as he pulled the broad blue pseudopod from her lips, twin rivers dribbling from the corners of her lips and off her chin before they pooled on the ground and slid to rejoin his main mass.

"Please, it doesn't take a police interrogator to read you." she said, interrupting her barb with another cough, "Look at you, you get off far too much on your new found power over women, and your technique? You're just blindly groping around and pounding away, clearly just imitating what you've seen on cut-rate videos from the free section of porn sites." she gave a soft little squeal as his "fingers" pressed up against the barbells in her nipples, pulling them out from her chest before he twisted and pinched them hard, "Ah! You're just lucky . . . quantity has a quality all its own, because the way I see it, you were just another limp-dicked mad scientist wannabe who kept waiting for the world to drop a supermodel 'who saw his genius' in his lap. Probably never even bagged a girl before you got all drippy!"

She wasn't going to rise to his bait, calling her a slut. No, it was pretty clear that Dr. Drippy's true passion in life was himself. Feed him a line, get him talking about himself. His needs, let him monologue, give her a little time to think. A container. A container. Shampoo bottle, not subtle, but it could work. Crap, she'd had it in her hand when she'd been tripped . . . where had it rolled off to? She arched her shoulders back and panted in surprise as he added the rolling grind of his gel against her clit, the shoulders shaking softly as he slowly turned her studs in her piercing. Still, his "hand" pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her low to the floor as continued to ripple and twist inside of her.

She was enjoying this far too much. He had considered making it hurt her more but he tossed out that thought, amused by her rebellious words that she shot at him. He flowed into her, oozed into her and listened to to what she had to say.

“Perhaps you are right about pounding away at you but given those moans I don't hear you complaining about it.” He had continued to assail her playing with her nipples. “As for having a limp dick I find it is quiet useful now.” His member could be as hard or as runny as he needed it to be. Usually it was in between to make his victims feel full. Hands swept over her shoulders rubbing against them as his fingers flow over her neck rubbing against her neck. He leaned in, setting slimy wet lips against her neck and a wet tongue that rolled over her.

“It's not fair bringing up a past I cannot remember so I am at a loss as to how to answer such things. They could be true, maybe there not but in any case they do not matter. Right now the truth of the matter doesn't help you any.”

He pushed her away from him, drawing out of her as if he were through with her. He was not though as he rolled her over, seeing those tears for the first time caused him to sneer at her, Pseudo pods shooting out to bind her wrists then wrench her upward, his arms elongating as he held her higher over the floor. There was no reason for it, other than a whim on his part as a huge phallus takes shape from the drippy mass.

“I'll be kind, this time and let you pick the hole I will punish, refrain from answering I will take both.”

Another hot breath dragged itself from her tinged softly with a lustful tone. Full, that was definitely how she was feeling, each time he flowed into her she could feel herself stretching to accommodate his twin members, the force firm even as the texture was soft and smooth. The same slimy coating that let him slide so effortlessly in and out of her was pushed aside when he bottomed out in her, flowing into every contour of her as it was forced out to accommodate his next thrust, though the next invasion always came with a healthy coating of more. She was squirming under him now, trying to pull away as his pseudopods starting focusing on her sensitive nipples, biting her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself under control.

"It's just a body reacting to stimuli the way it was designed . . . why shouldn't I enjoy it?" she put to him as she felt his hands on the back of her neck, a light grimace crossing her lips as his fingers trailed over the swollen knot from where she'd wrenched her neck in the fight with Rena. She grit her teeth more visibly as his mass leaned over her, a pseudopod stroking over her bruised ribs, even as she felt his face press to her neck before another short psuedopod standing in for a tongue slid along the curve of her neck and shoulder, "Or were you hoping for a bit more begging?"

She sighed softly as he pulled his mass out of her, feeling almost hollow now that he wasn't filling her so completely. Her head hung loosely for a moment. She wasn't quite optimistic enough to believe he was done with her, but she took the moment it gave her to recover.

"Okay, let's stick to current events then. You've got the power and ability to go wherever you want on the island, wherever your access as a monster or a former-scientist doesn't apply, your fluid nature renders most barriers useless. So, why the girls' showers? Don't you have any higher aspirations, John Doe?"

Apparently he was tired of talking to the back of her head as she felt herself twist inside of him as he rolled her over onto the tile. No longer needing her hands to support herself, she rolled her shoulder back and threw a fist looking to punch clear through his slimy head. There was a quick lash of blue as her arm was knocked to the side, and when she tried to pull her hand back she found that the whipcord had wound its way around her wrist and was thickening as he put more mass into it. One of the tear pooling in her eye came free and rolled down her cheek as she felt her other arm grabbed and he pulled her up as easily as if she were a child. There was a flush on her cheeks, and her chest rose and fell as she panted softly for breath. Her tongue lightly traced her lips nervously as his slid a thick, long mass from his body, looking more like two pseudopods wound tightly around each other as their weight threatened to cost the throbbing blue member it's cohesion as it stood against gravity. Could she even take that thing?

"And what if "both" suits me just fine?" she asked, though there was a hitch in her voice as her bravado wavered in the face of that prick, she swung her shoulders and tried to lean closer to his face, "Come on, Drippy, show me what you've got. . ."

“Oh, I was expecting you to be in a bit more discomfort to find pleasure in this but I should have know you were such a wanton that you would find this more pleasant. Begging for or against? As crude as a technique I have as pointed out by yourself I would not have expected the for aspect of begging for it and you did not strike me as the sort to beg for mercy, not that it would have helped you anyway.

“I am quite enjoying the change of pace from the usual sobbing girls that I make a mess out of though. Such defiant behavior, I wonder though just how long you will keep up the act before falling into one of the aforementioned categories.

“Oh, more than just the showers, my dear. Today they were rather convent though. You are not my first today, not much of a priority though I could not pass up on an easy opportunity, you understand dearie.”

He quickly reformed from the impact of that punch and shook his head at the wasted effort as splatters of slim drew back to his body. He was grinning as he held her aloft.

“Oh?” He grinned at words then drew her down delighting in the look that washed over her features and showing that he was insanely quick at reshaping himself as two pseudopods and not only greeted her. He wasted no time in driving her down both aspects of him going deep inside her as he drew her down and held her there oozing against her, through her.

“Remember you asked for this.” A slight chuckle as both the members hardened further inside her rather than flowing through her as before, bumps forming on them and swelling as other pseudopods extracted from his chest seizing hold of her piercings and twisting them in opposite directions without any real gentleness to them.

Another formed to sweep against her clit as those bumps continued to swell and harden within her.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he chuckled cruelly.

"NNNGH!" Juniper's body went rigid as the creature pulled her down hard, her head falling back as she was impaled forcefully on the two thick prongs gritting her teeth and closing her eyes. It felt like her insides were being pushed aside as he drove her down along their lengths. She slowed to a stop roughly halfway down, twisting her hips from side to side and taking a deep breath as it seemed she could stretch no further to accommodate them. And then, he pulled harder, and her eyes went wide with tiny pupils as he forced another inch into her, and another, and then with a hard jerk he forced her down until her ass met his slick and oozing mass again, a thick bulge visible in her stomach as she arched her back and howled. Her eyes fluttered as she took a shallow, shuddering breath. . .it didn't feel like she had the room for a deep one.

"Zaebis' . . ." she murmured breathily, augh, it felt like she'd been split in two and she teetered slightly in his grip blinking as motes of darkness started lurking in the corners of her eyes. Her mind trying to retreat from the pain, she wagered, his "face" had deformed with a deep smile as he said something that sounded wooly and distant in her ears. She sagged a bit more, her eyes regarding him with a glassy, dazed expression.

"AHN! Huyesos!" the cruel twist of her pink nipples seemed to bring her around again though, her pupils opening up again as she spat her father's curse at him with loathing, "You're damned right I did . . . I won't be bullied or intimidated by some spineless sack of gelatin. Anything you can dish out, I can take, best you learn that now so you can find a girl more your speed." she shot back with a sneer. Though, if she were being honest with herself, she wasn't quite as certain of her claim as she'd have liked to be. The pressure inside of her was growing, bumps and nodules pushing against the confines of her body as they grew along the surface of two cocks growing more rigid by the moment. Frankly with his violent entrance, she was shocked he hadn't torn anything . . . probably part of whatever this island had done to her.

The narrow tip of another tendril lightly flicking back and forth over her clit brought the sight of her tongue sliding between her lips once again, a nervous tic as she felt the head of one phallus resting against her cervix and her lips pulled open wider by the thick knobs forming along the base of his cock, a trickle of her own juices lightly running between the bumps to pool against her surface.

"Mmph . . . but you didn't really answer my question. I don't really care where you've been, I'm asking why? With all your ability, with your quest of self discover, why waste your time with this? Peer pressure? All the cool monsters are doing it?"

It was obvious that she was experiencing pain and though he would have brought some of it himself she had wanted this. Ortix had not been driven for her to experience pleasure as long as he received his own, There had been no need to thrust away inside her though as the seconds kicked by and he became more sliding inside her holes as he stretched her out with himself he was washing up against those walls less and less.

Ortix chuckled at her defiance even now as it was clear that she was beginning to brake as much as she might have refrained from that state but she had yet to experience anything yet.

Even so he flowed against that clit, the pleasure a small respite against the greater amounts of pain he was intentionally delivering to her. Pseudopods brushing down her sides, the touch light as he added some pleasure to the pain more so to humiliate her in the aspect that she was enjoying this torture just a little though he had not done so for malignant reasons just yet if he discovered a previous injury he would certainly take advantage of it.

“You will cry out before I am through with you student. You will beg for me to stop before long. There is no shame, spineless or not I will get my wish, it is only inevitable.”

Those bumps were getting sharper like so many tiny barbs of ice. Sharp teeth that he continued to shape into sharper members though he considered for a moment he did give her ass and pussy a little taste as he drew his member along the insides of her body, scrapping against both passages.

“Oh, the why. Simple. I enjoy making life a miserable hell for you girls I enjoy hearing them scream. Maybe your right about that super model thing. Maybe I resent women now and wish to pay them back.” He shrugged. “I cannot say why I enjoy it so much, I just do. Now scream for me.”

He began pumping into her faster now, scrapping against her passage as he began scrapping against her insides those bump no yet big enough to do large amounts of damage so he filled her without much restraint, without much worry that there would be any lingering damage that couldn't be fixed up.