She clenched her teeth together hard enough to make her jaw ache as the rounded nubs pressing against the walls of her sex and ass began to press more acutely, the pressure of their growth driving the points into her sensitive flesh. She'd miscalculated . . . with the way his mass kept sliding off of him, she never thought that he could manage this kind of density, already harder than the flesh he was buried so deeply into. Her nipples were quickly turning from a healthy pink to a puffy red from the way he twisted and tortured her sensitive peaks.

"I wouldn't waste my breath begging you for any--" her voice hitched as one of the tendrils stroking her flanks brushed against her bad rib again, "Anything, you sadistic rapist fuck." she followed up her declaration by spitting at him. She didn't deny that she'd likely be crying before too long, the cool gel members seeming to leech her body heat away and keep her aware of the ache of her stretching flesh even as the tendril dancing over the sensitive nerve bundle of her clit continued to stoke her fires.

"Ah-!" she gave another soft little gasp as he slowly pulled the cocks back, each icy prick clawing at her insides though thankfully not sharp enough to tear at her skin just yet. It felt like the teeth were trying to interlock through the thin wall separating her orifices. An then he thrust in again and she hissed at the sensation as he scraped roughly against her insides and pounded deep. Her hands curled into fists, held as they were by more pseudopods and she closed her eyes with a pained, shuddering breath as he began to pick up the pace.

"Ngh . . . fuck you . . ." she grunted as he ordered her to scream, the raw feeling of him pulling her down as he thrusted up into her causing her eyes to bulge. She didn't have the luxury of wit any more, her willpower was struggling just to fight against the pain, to try and ignore the undercurrent of pleasure as he mixed the sensations he assailed her body with trying to confuse it and leave her off balance. She had her limits, she couldn't hold on long against this kind of assault, but dammit she was at least going to make him work for it.

“A challenge? Well I have no place to be any time soon.” He took her spitting fairly well, ooze just flowing over the mess. It took far greater effort for him to near solidify in this manner though it was worth the effort.

Ortix noticed the wince, that delay and he did not pause in action forming another psudopod this one coiled about her chest and squeezed like a python asphyxiating it's prey. Each time she exhaled the pseudopod pressed against her tighter. He was in no rush after all and had all the time in the world to enjoy himself. Of course he doubted that she could say the same.

She was a big talker, even now thought that had only encouraged the sadist. Pain, and a little bit of pleasure too, just a little to mix things up. Cool, slimy lips moved against her neck as those shards got a little deeper as they had not stopped growing. Now there was blood, just a trace amount as he pressed himself firmly into her holes curious to see just how much pride she was willing to hold onto in the wake of this new found torment. Each thrust into her body and those shards dug a little deeper, just a little at this stage as he showed some restraint at least for now. He could only go so far with the students, however, so he had to be careful about that but she would soon find that he was well prepared. They didn't even get to the good stuff yet.

“Scream. Beg. Perhaps both. Yes, certainly both.”

Juniper clenched her eyes hard tight as another tendril wound its way around her body and held her tight, pressing her aching rib hard. Each time the thorny pricks rushed into her the force drove the air from her lungs pressing out of her and the pseudopod pressed tight, turning the act of drawing her next breath into agony as she struggled to inhale before his next thrust.

She turned her face away from him, her teeth sinking into the flesh of her bottom lip as she whimpered piteously at the feeling of the pair of thick cocks raking against her skin. There was no doubt about it, he was yet still sharpening his points, the digging stabs for when he'd started to thrust having been replaced with a persistent sawing against her flesh. More tears began rolling over her cheeks as he leaned in to press a wet, chilling kiss to the exposed curve of her neck in a perverse mockery of affection.

Her stubborn pride 'caused her to bear this indignity out in silence, or at least as close to it as she could manage. There were limits, however, to her endurance, and her threshold for pain. Her soft whimper turned into a suppressed wail in short order as she twisted and struggled in his iron grip in a vain attempt to escape. The tears were flowing down her cheeks freely now, and her shoulders shook with a suppressed sob. She opened her mouth and gave a short cry the next time he rushed into her, but it stopped when the thrust did, dying short of the scream he longed to hear.

Stubborn girl, hanging on by a metaphorical fingertip.

That slow break down was exquisite. He savored it as if it were a fine drought of wine. While others might have gotten off at the twisted delight of bringing pleasure to their victims in a perverse way, Ortix had no real use of pleasure save as a reward.

“Still a natural reaction of your body to the pain?” He wanted to draw this out a bit though and saw that she was having trouble holding back. He leaned closer to her ear figuring that he could instill one last surge within her defiant being,

“Let it out darling. I will not stop until you beg me to but we are not at that stage yet. Reward me with you wails of anguish first.” That should get her bolstered to resist anew out of principal unless her threshold to pain was low.

“Beg me to at least make this pleasant for you and I shall.” He eased up on her breasts though. A second face had shaped upon his chest as another wet and slimy tongue gingerly licked at her nipple as his tendril coiled about her as it slowly tightened as he drew out her punishment. Those members inside her had been unrelenting as they pushed and scrapped against her now bleeding body. Slowly the blood seeped out of her right now but those icy teeth only threatened to saw into her deeper.

He opened up a hand and pushed a wet cattle prod though his hand. It was apparent that he needed no pockets as he could absorb objects into his being and push them out of his body when needed.

The tip of that cattle prod ran against her chest nice and slow then circled over her nipple and the metallic stud. Thankfully it hadn't been on but he was in close proximity of her was that why?

But then he chuckled darkly. “Wet and embedded with metal, I wonder how well you would conduct a charge. It's alright, electricity does not harm me.”
He laughed darkly. Was it a bluff? An attempt to scare her? Or was it in fact true? Who was to say though his pace inside her was growing.

Juniper hissed softly as her body rolled with another double-pump into her body. As close as he was, however, he could see that the moment he stopped pushing forward she parted her lips slightly a took a short gasp of air even as her shoulders tensed at the pain caused by her compressed chest. There wasn't any time for her to recover, she was simply moving from one pain to another and back again, but he could see her trying to find the rythm, as if moving with him would somehow lessen the hurt that he was inflicting on her.

As he moved in close, his lips murmuring just at the edge of her ear, she forced her eyes open again. Made herself look into the impassive blue of her sneering tormentor. They glistened with wetness, but when her chestnut eyes fixed him in the center of vision her eyes were narrow angry in a way that would belie the trembling whimper that accompanied the next thrust pressing the air out of her again. She didn't answer him immediately when he asked if her tears were also a natural reaction to the stimuli afflicting her body, she didn't trust herself to keep her voice level, hell she half expected the scream he was longing to hear to tear out of her the second she openned her mouth. So, instead, she let her head fall forward with the next pump, pulling it back up laboriously in a silent nod.

She showed her teeth in a grimace as he plainly told her that he intended to continue until she begged, encouraging her to open her mouth and allow herself to give voice the sensations tearing through her. Her heartbeat quickened as her loose fists clenched until the knuckles went white where he held her in place. He probably couldn't have stoked her ire more effectively without taking a moment to pass her long tongue over the trail of tears already streaming down her cheeks. He could see the muscles in her arms and shoulders stand out as she pulled against the pseudopods holding her even harder than before.

And that was when he laid out his enticing offer, a light tremble as his second tongue began to stroke at her nipple, her next breath coming short as she weighed her options, the distraction costing her valuable seconds before the tendril around her chest drew tighter than before, encountering less resistance this time. She'd have to work hard to get that space back. She wasn't dumb, far from it. She knew she was going to lose this encounter, he was too brutal, the ravishing of her body little more than pretext for the torture he was delighting in visiting upon her. The more she egged him on, the harder he seemed to push, and while he was apparently still working up to his stride, she was in agony. She'd have to learn to pick her fights more carefully in the future.

"Please . . ." she forced the word passed her lips, wincing as if the taste of the word in her mouth was bitter, "Please . . . I want you . . ." she paused a bit and turned her head to look at him directly, "To take a header into an incinerator." the corner of her lip tugged into a pained smirk, "I'd find that very pleasurable about now."

Okay, she had to admit, that was juvenile and the price she'd pay for it likely wasn't going to be worth the satisfaction. Maybe it was a bit of lingering satisfaction with last night's work, maybe it was just his insufferable attitude, but spite would see her drag this out for an hour if her body would hold out. As he lightly traced the fork of an electric prod over her skin (another unpleasant surprise for her) she doubted she had the resilience. It was too much, working so hard to escape Rena's reach, just to randomly fall into this thing's clutches. She'd never forgive herself for folding easily.

He had been slightly disappointed when she began to cave. He grinned though at her comments though. “I'm afraid that wouldn't inconvenient me though it is clear that you like this my dear.” He chuckled again filling the shower with that sound and the sound of water rushing against the tiles of the floor.

The tendril about her ribs constricted her harder quiet suddenly as the prong of the cattle prod circled about a nipple enticingly though the face on his chest vanished back into a slimy mass as the hardened shards in her body dug a little deeper.

Moving her against the wall he pressed her there just as he pressed in her quicker, those shards cutting into her, sawing against those passages.

Looking at her tear strewn face he grins as he takes the sight in. So lovely, the look of someone in such pain. It was obvious that she was on the verge of cracking but just as obvious that she was the sort to resist to the bitter end … no, even she had her limits that he would soon test as he sent a jolt of electricity through her breast the jolt having but one setting as it reached through her body and through his own though he had no particular aversion to electricity. That and the inhibitors lessened the effects of artificial weapons in this place so the electricity was but a pleasant tingle though his solidarity within her broke up for a moment he became gooey inside her but instantly reshaped to that stiffness.

Ortix watched the effects that it had upon her delighting in any pain or discomfort of coursed though his body adsorbed the cattle prod as if he were already through with it.

That was not the case though as he pushed it through his body a pseudopod extending out near her clit with the cattle prod rubbing against the area with it's cold tip as if enticing it to make a showing.

He was quiet now, drawing in the delightful sounds that she made.

Juniper watched her tormentor's grin deepen as she responded to his offer with another jibe, the faux mouth reminding her of a comedy mask on his flat muted face. Her own lips parted slightly as he swung her to the side, the barbs buried inside of her digging into her at the irregular movement, "Oh, I think you just haven't met the right incinerator." she said and for just a moment her wince looked a bit like a wink. She was putting on a brave face, but she was having trouble finding real solutions.

">HKKKK<" she tried to arch her back as the tendril around her chest constricted hard, her breath being pressed slowly out of her lungs in a rattle, a soft rasp heard as she tried to pull increasingly shallow breaths as he extended the points further into her flesh, the warm trickle of blood unmistakable to her as he swung her around. Her back slammed into the tile wall of the shower with a heavy thud and her shallow breath escaped in a squeak of pain as his own weight pressed her into the wall. No longer able to roll with his thrusts, he pushed deeper still into her, each point tearing new flesh as he head jerked back as he pounded hard against the back of her sex. She pressed the flat of her palms against the blue tile wall as her head jerked back violently, a strangled yowl escaping her throat. With her shoulders and head pressed against the wall, she continued to drip but was out of the stream of the flowing water, preserving that beautiful visage of her flushed red face and glazed eyes with the glistening trails over her cheeks, while the hot water rushed and flowed over her chest and body leaving them shiney and wet as the pink trails of diluted blood his body didn't absorb began to run over the tile and circle the drain.

"Y' . . . sonuva . . . bitch . . ." she barely managed between the hard thrusts as he fiercely savaged her body, which he responded to with the flick of a switch. "AUUUGH!" she screamed as her body snapped taut, her muscles convulsing involuntarily as thousands of volts pushed their way through her flesh, a visible spark leaping between the prongs of the prod and the metallic stud in her nipple as it turned the tortured red flesh into a simple circuit. Small mercy then that the current passing from her body to his had disrupted his solidity as her lower body clamped tightly against him with a force that would've driven those spikes deep into her. As he switched off the current, she sagged loosely in his grasp, her head light as her heart fluttered, she could still feel a numb tingling in her skin where the water had spread the discharge out over her skin a bit.

"kill . . . you . . . . . ." the words passed half-formed through her parted lips as she panted painfully, her tongue rolling over lips that felt dry enough to crack before she swallowed visibly. Of course, he never slowed the barrage of thrusts driving into her causing her head to fall to one side before falling forward to partially hide her face behind the matted curtain of her hair, a shrill pitch having snuck into her desperate pants for breath as she felt like she was slowly strangling in his embrace, each breath seeming shallower than the last, that minute further step towards darkness.

One round, scared eye looked back at him from between her sodden locks as she felt the cool slimy tendril that had been rubbing and grinding against her clitoris until it stood out prominently from the hood replaced with the icy metallic tip of the prod rubbing along her flesh.

"You wouldn't . . ." she said, though her voice shook slightly implying she didn't believe it.

“Wouldn't I? If I can't get what I want then what use will you be? True, I will get scolded and owe the campus a good deal to reimbursing them for the irreplaceable merchandise but you know what? I'll be alive come morning. You'd simply be remembered as the one that I didn't brake though that would be just a foot note, student. I haven't even learned your name, not that I care too.”

Her pain was refreshing though he was lying now, he would not kill her but she did not know that. He could see it in her face, he could tell that she was close to both loosing it and loosing consciousness was soon to follow though he had not deemed it important enough to have her brake yet, not when he could just keep coming back until she did. He had no intention of braking his toys so to speak.

But he could see the look of pain etched across her features. The pain out weighed the pleasure as he pressed himself into her again without breaking up the pace. He was methodical in what he was doing as his body once more became semi solid within her.

Both pseudopods rubbed against each other through the thin wall of flesh separating them though he feasted on the whimpers of pain that parted her lips as he surged within her wondering for a moment just how defiant she was going to be. Certainly this was not his first “tough” girl though he like braking them down the best.

His hand moved to the other breast, the points of the cattle prod teasing against her nipple and played with it. “Such a lovely scream my dear, only if it were louder.” He commented before turning the cattle prod back on and holding it to her a bit longer to her flesh before shutting it off. The tendrils against her chest eased up just a little. “But I have no intentions of letting you go quick if I decide to get to that point, might as well make it worthwhile, right? And we can play a little longer. You wanting to kill me is no real news flash that has left me shocked.” He chuckled darkly as he admired his brutal handiwork thus far.

Now if he could only get those shrill gasps louder ...

She threw her head back as he surged forward again, his mass and strength crushing her against the wall as he forced his way in deep. His mocking words echoed distantly in her ears, her vision blurred through a mixture of tears and trauma as she clawed another breath into her lungs. It was hard to respond, trying to pull the words from compressed lungs as the flaring pain of her squeezed rip was accompanied with the torturous roll of his body pressing into hers. Still, she kept her eyes open, looking at the tiles in the ceiling as she struggled to fight against the darkness that wanted to claim her conscious mind. On some level she doubted he'd stop, even if she had lost consciousness.

"The "one" person unbroken. . ." she wheezed painfully, "The title . . . would suffice." She felt the tendril wrapped tightly around her chest slacken ever so slightly and she took the opportunity for a deeper breath, purple spots dancing in her eyes, "And how would you reimburse them . . . without memory of your old life?" she asked, "How much suffering postponed . . . while you're barred from Eden?" she let her head fall forward, though she held it where she could look back at him.

"No resources or contacts to arrange passage away . . . no access to the student body until you paid up . . . you'd be lower than your Father . . . but aware enough to resent it--AH!" she winced, her body tensing up hard with the next thrust . . . something felt wrong, "I could do worse . . . than being responsible for your . . . entrapment in purgatory."

She realized what it was she was feeling in short order, the rigid invaders ruthlessly fucking her had stopped their tearing, shredding work, growing softer and more pliable as he continuing working her body vigorously. She let out a sigh at first, but it wasn't quite the reprieve she first expected. No, as he softened again, the slick, runny slime that coated his body began to coat his pseudopods once more. Their mildly caustic nature had made her skin tingle earlier, but worked into the open wounds and raw flesh that were her insides they burned. each thrust seering even inch of flesh. She couldn't help herself, she writhed freely in his grasp now, trying to do anything she could to lessen the pain as her continued pumping her body furiously. She barely noticed the electric prod caressing her other nipple . . . until he turned on the power.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH!" she jolted hard against his body, each second of current feeling like minutes as he drove it hard into the soft flesh of her breast. The sound echoed in the tiled confines of the shower, though they both knew that that the hall outside would not hear the slightest peep of it, her spasming body sending of archs of water through the air to splatter against the tile. She felt the pseudopod pressing against her ribs slacken slightly, giving her a bit more air, the better to fuel her cries. Her vision swam as he slammed home again; "AH!' a sharp cry accompanying the thrust send a spear of fire through the comparative numbness of her body, the wet slap of body against body accompanied by short, shrill cries of agony, punctuated by the occasional epithet as she tried unsuccessfully to quiet herself again>

"Ah-ah-AH-ah . . . God--AUGH! FUCKing-- hahn, ah-AH-GH! DAMMIT"

“Oh, somehow I'll manage. I got this far after all. I might not recall whom I was but I still remember enough.” He reflected on this as he swept into that chalice, filling both her wholes though she might not be aware that he was prepping her for what was to come. Even now his thoughts were rather twisted.

But her inevitable cries were touching. He grinned upon hearing them, music too his ears as she couldn't fight it much longer. “It seems that we won't have to worry about that foot not thing after all. Next though you will beg. You might not like it my dear but you shall, see? You have been primed now.”

He grinned again, hard thrusts against her so that she could feel him nice and deep as his lips entrenched themselves over her neck pieces of him flaked off of his body seeping into those cuts, entering into her veins and being pumped though her body.

Small portions of himself ooze through these passages though he takes care not to restrict the flow of blood much as portions of ooze seal to the insides of veins, spiky protrusions stabbing into the walls to keep himself anchored there.

“Feel me inside you? Oh, even more than your pussy and ass? Right now tiny droplets of slime have collected in your heart, others in your veins and others soon to be else where. Now where can I direct that flow of blood?” And as if for emphasis the slime of his body goes back to stimulating her clit as he retracts slowly from her ass. He had already made her scream in pain, now he wished to compare such beautiful sounds against those of pleasure. The ones of pleasure were never as good but still he did that now, pseudopods massaging her breasts in a soothing fashion. He had not been done with causing her pain though he did scale back just a little knowing it would be just as humiliating to her if her body betrayed her.

“I doubt you will say that I learned this technique by watching videos,” he chuckled as the slime strokes over her clit from both the in and outside. Still, this was but a small delay at what she could have once he heard her beg and he soon stopped as he gazed at her.

“Pleasure or more pain my dear?”

"NGH!" she grunted hard and tried to hold her breath as he bulled his way in, trying to deny him the sound of her voice ringing out but all he had to do was hold the thrust for a few moments and the pressure and burning built the point that she let the breath out with a sharp "AGH!" She opened her eyes and saw his simple blue face leering down at her, his grin have stretched beyond the confines of his face in his pleasure . . . anything else and she'd have expected to see him drooling in anticipation of the next cry. Which, of course, prompted the next thrust and the cry that accompanied it.

"Fat--fucking---chance. . ." she responded curtly as he reminded her of the next step. Her chest rose and fell as she panted, but her eyebrow still quirked as he informed her she'd been "primed". For just a moment, she thought that smile had a knowing quality to it as he leaned in, pressing his soft cool lips against the side of her neck and making her shiver at the cool tingle as he kissed the soft flesh of her neck. She didn't feel him sliding tiny droplets into her blood, just a spreading of that tingling sensation she was used to feeling on the outside of her body from him, driving her body heat up, but he was gracious enough to narrate the way he was working his way into her. The blanched slightly at the implications.

She flinched slightly as he shifted gears, the cool flow of his body beginning to roll over her clitoris in a slowly flowing whorl, occasionally pressing close to pinch or suck against it. A soft, if somewhat confused murmur tumbled from her lips as the pressure in her body reduced to a more bearable level. The pseudopod buried deeply in her ass came free with a wet, squelching "pop" as the seal was broken, leaving the entrance gaping slightly as blue fluid mixed with traces of violet rolled out and dribbled free. She pulled with her arms as two more tendrils reached up to coil and squeeze the soft mounds of her chest, a short moan gracing her lips as cool slime pressed against hot, raw flesh of her nipples, each still aching from the electrical current he'd jolted her with earlier, the texture of his body seeming soothing by comparison as it lightly stroked over her flesh.

There was a short, shocked gasp as slime that had slipped into her body began to work in earnest, making her clit and nipples stand out excitedly even against the pain agony that wracked her body from his previous work, her heart rate picking up as she could feel a light blush settling into her skin as he pushed her towards arousal. She moaned fully as he pushed his way into her pearl, feeling the sensitive nerves rolled inside and out by nimble fingers, her back arching at the sensation as she reflexively ground back against the pseudopod still buried deeply inside her. She blushed red enough to glow as he stopped, letting her pant deeply as she took the brief moment to recover.

Pleasure, or pain? Such a simple question, he'd illustrated that he could bring her both easily enough. She could fight him, and he'd be more than happy to go back to torturing her. The other option was to swallow her pride, and she had no doubt he'd make her strip it away one layer at a time, in exchange for a brief reprieve. She took a slow, shuddering breath before swallowing another lungful of air. Her mind drifted back to the image of Gigi, resigned to what this place had done to her. Then to Rose and her still fresh terror. And the unknown girl from the showers whose sanity had seemed to be teetering on the brink.

"I don't want anything from you . . ." she hissed lowly. Someone had to fight.

“So defiant but it bothers me little as to why you scream, just that you do.” He had all the time to play with her that he wished. The slime within her begins to roll within her veins the goop digging in against her though not deep enough to cause internal bleeding.

That was not true of the slime inside her clit, it driving deeper intent to make her feel it as he goes back to producing more pseudopods that toy and twist her nipples painful as he begins moving inside her again, the spikes on his cock pressing deeper against the folds of her flesh as he saws into her deeper this time as he sinks further though the walls of her pussy.

Pseudopods shape into extra hands removing the studs in her nipples and dropping each to the side on the wet floor. He reabsorbs the cattle prod though and a moment later he produces nipple clamps that he used on her then.

Going back to the column of her neck with a wet tongue. Though tiny bumps begin to form on the constricting her ribs poking into her flesh at first then cutting into her, deepening with each intake of breath she made.

Ortix chuckled at the pain he was causing her as he pushed out what looked to be a long sewing needle, the point he jabs into her clit then extracts a taser applying it to the pin and feeling the flow of electrical current as it flowed into her.

“Having fun yet, my dear?”

She wished she had the fortitude to endure his attention without flinching, or the meditative experience to ignore the pain wracking her body. Juniper had liked to think that she was a tough girl, she'd been in fights and she'd woken up with her fair share of bumps and bruises over the year. But she was still a college-age girl, this kind of pain was wholly outside of her experience, the way the ooze invading her body began to wiggle and dig it felt like a swarm of insects was trying to chew it's way through her body, countless tiny barbs sliding pricking into her flesh and working their tiny points into her flesh to make sure it hurt. She half expected to see the tiny barbs sticking out of her clit before she threw her body back, a loud cry drowning out the sound of running water as she held it.

Her voice cracked as he pushed his way back into her sex, her body going rigid and her tongue extending out from her parted lips as the pain of new, deeper furrows drawn in her delicate sex tore her voice away from her. She seemed to find it again in a moment though, the loud scream left her lungs empty, and as she drew in another breath she found more spikes bristling from him, digging into her flesh, the points cutting through thin flesh to grate against her bones in short order, drawing a choking gurgle and a whimper from her.

"H-hey. . ." she managed a faint protest as his twisting, pulling finger tips paused in their torment of her chest for a moment, lightly exploring the barbs themselves for a moment. Soon enough he found that one barbell on each stud unscrewed, and with a few moment's effort he dropped them to the side. For her part, Juniper craned her neck, trying to make sure that they weren't going to roll down the drain as she heard the faint "ping" of metal against porcelin. Her focus didn't last as she found her engorged nipples suddenly pinched tight between a pain of clamps, causing her to throw her head back and to one side reflexively.

His lips pressed to the curve of her neck still, he could almost feel the shrill whimper work it's way out of her as he slid that need point into the tiny nub of already screaming nerves, a few short, hyperventilating breaths tearing at her skin as the ring of thorns around her chest drew beads of red to the surface which were washed away in the shower. And then he turned on the power, easily the loudest scream yet reverberating through the showers as her sex convulsed and squeezed his cock with all her might, her body vibrating with spasms as he hit her with another intense jolt of power.

"Ah . . . god . . ." she panted, her eyes rolling back as she went slack again, uncertain if she even could move under her own power any longer "GHNN!" the moment was spurned on as he sawed his hips back through her and balanced with just the tip in her sex. His mouth slipped from the side of her neck as he asked in sinister tones if she was having fun.

"S-stop . . ." she managed weakly, "Stop, you sonuvabitch!" she cried out with a bit more strength though the barbs around her chest cut deeper as she made the declaration, and she fell back into a whimper, " . . . I can't . . ."

Such a delight hearing her screams. Let her hang onto her pride if she wished, the fall would be harder when it did occur and he was having fun with her indeed. Some may have found bliss in hearing someone wail out in passion and he had to admit that he had a certain fondness for that as well but as a sadist he enjoyed hearing those screams just as much.

He was patient though. So very, very patient for he took pride in his work. He had nothing to run off to especially when this was his favorite past time now. He felt alive! He continued his torture and felt that she was slipping further away.

Ortix could feel her cracking further. Her concern over her discarded barbell studs, the eventual drawing to her braking point knowing that he was going nowhere anytime soon. She was so close but not yet there yet. She asked him to stop though he answered her with another jolt of that taeser as it's electricity coursed down that pin and into her causing his solid nature to become fluod for a few seconds until he reformed and went back to fucking her even harder now, deep thrusts that jolted into her.

“I gave you a chance to choose earlier. If you wish for me to stop with this pain then I will only consider it now if you make your plea. The moor heart felt the better for you.

“What you can and can't do does not concern me.”

Her nerves lit up with white fire as she jerked back hard, another scream tearing it's way out of her as that power was narrowed to a single delicate point and conducted into her. The tendril around her chest tore a series of short but deep gashed around her body as she jerk violently in it's grasp. The weight of the clamps painfully crushing her nipples caused them to sway and bounce along with her spasms, painfully tugging against her flesh as they swung this way and that. Her shoulders shook as she blubbered wordlessly, squeezing her eyes tightly in a vain effort to halt the flow of tears from her eyes. Until he thrust forward, crushing her between the tiled wall and his own body and causing her to gasp as the air was forced from her.

"STOP!" she shouted, though the voice didn't sound much like one she associated with her own, a bit huskier and lower, her throat feeling raw from the way she screamed each time he shocked her. "For God's sake . . . stop." she added. Begging didn't come easily to her, she'd never had to before and it came across more as chastisement in her tone. But her body couldn't take much more of this kind of attention, each new pain seemed to blend with and heighten the others. "Please!" she cried again with the next pump of his cock into her.