"Oh, sure . . . "simple." she bit off her retort, though she was finding her righteous indignation out of reach, the flush that settled in her skin had nothing to do with anger. "Take a free, thinking person . . .hahn . . . and reduce them to a wet hole that says what you want to hear on command . . . ah . . . like falling off a log." For the vitriol dripping from her lips, she wasn't making a terribly convincing argument against him, not the way she was twisting in his grip, turning her shoulders to pressed her breasts more firmly back into his palms.

With her free hand, she reached out and laid it against the flat expanse that was roughly analogous to his chest, her head falling back against the wall as he began to slide into her again, flowing between her fingers and around her hand, the cool texture of his amorphous flesh sending a shudder through her that radiated out from the core of her building. She pushed against his chest, her palm beginning to sink into his mass as she tried to shove him away, turning to rest on the side of her hip instead of her rump. She'd just been working to avoid the pain, but it was becoming apparent he was just as willing to tease her into submission as to beat her there. Idly she wondered how long he could keep her wound tightly, balanced right at the edge without ever tipping her over into release . . . his tool box was seeming deeper by the moment.

"D-dammit . . ." she'd entertained the notion that somehow she'd be able to parlay the way he'd dropped her into an escape, but her fingers were already beginning to make a slight squelching sound as they probed at her sex, his own thicker moisture mingling with hers and making her cheeks burn shamefully at the sound, though she didn't stop. She'd already plead for his favor once, unable to withstand the pain that had wracked her body. Twice if one counted her feverish cries for more earlier. It was a little easier each time . . . and that scared her. But did it scare her as much as the prospect of him reverting back to his previous manner for getting her to beg?

"I . . . won't . . ." she managed between short, gasping breaths, closing her eyes as if bracing for his response, "It does hurt . . . just . . . not as much as other things . . ." she tried to explain, though she doubted the qualification would sway him either way.

“Why you are all just wet holes though wet or dry I provide my own lubricant,” he chuckled. It had seemed that willing or not, pleasure or pain, none of it mattered to him in the end. She could struggle all she wanted and it would not matter.

She found out how futile it was in trying to push him away from her though he had not hurt her … yet. Ortix was going to help her out a little though her flat denial had refuted any assistance that he was considering to lend her.

He sighed. Play time was over as his hands retracted from her breasts leaving behind a slimy residue that swept over her globes. He seized her wrists drawing her fingers out of her body and absorbing her hands inside his arms as he chuckled, the slimy residue inside her gathering up more substance as she was filled to capacity with a mass of slime that had stretched her to the limits.

“Then I shall make it hurt my dear.” It really didn't matter to him as a pseudo pod forms rubbing against those inured ribs as he searched out a particularly sensitive spot then shaped the pseudo pod into a hammer smashing it against those ribs, splattering her body with goo that drew back to him. The pseudo pod reshaped as he prepared to do so again, then a third time smirking all the while as he took delight in hurting her.

“Since you refuse to ask then you can scream and cry, as I've said it matters not to me. Now shall I get more creative? I will let you determine that.”

"No!" she shouted out another denial as she felt his arm grab hold of her own pulling them out to the sides. That had been what she'd been afraid of, but also what she'd expected his response to be. After all, if she wasn't willing to play his little game, he had another that didn't require her consent. She felt like she was caught on a pendulumn, on one end the limits of her body, and the other the limits of her pride. She didn't want either to break, so as she'd approached those limits she'd try to pull things the other way . . . until she reached her limit in the other direction, anyway. The problem, of course, was that she wasn't really recovering between swings, and as some unseen contraction pushed more and more of his mass up and into her battered sex she knew he wasn't going to stop until he'd pushed her passed at least one of those limits. Submission or injury . . . which could she endure more easily? She didn't know.

She didn't need to be a mind reader to know what he was looking for as a pair of tendrils began to sweep along her flank. A vulnerability already found once, she squirmed in his grip, trying to keep on the move, to keep it difficult to find. When he did brush over it she tried her best to keep an impassive face, though her body was reacted much more honestly, a slight jerk running up her spine against her will. The mass of him that had flowed into her reached to fill every nook, every cranny of her soaking sex . . . and then with another push from below she felt yet more drawn up and into her, pushing hard against her walls, stretching her her out painfully as he pushed her to the very limit. She tried to clamp down, to push some of him out, but just as with her arms she was no match for his strength. Strength that was holding her firmly in place now that he'd found what he wanted.

"GUH!" there was a deep, bassy >WHUD< as the hammer-shaped protrusion slammed home into her side, shock more than anything stealing her voice as the force of the blow forced the air out of her lungs in a grunt while splattering her upper body and some of her face with thick clumpy chunks and setting her breasts to swaying back and forth as the thicker globules began to wriggle and squirm their way down her body and back to his. She took a deep, shuddering breath, wincing as she felt her lungs pushing against her ribs.

>WHUD< "GAAH!" she'd tensed her body before the second swing, tried to offer some feeble resistance as it slammed home. It hadn't really worked. She turned her head away as once again his incohesive mass ruptured on impact, a streak spattering her cheek too close to one eye, before it began the treck down the curve of her neck and over her shoulder. The side of her body was on fire, every movement she could make sending ripples of agony through her side. She whimpered slightly as she openned one eye and saw that hammer shape pulling back for a third swing.

>WHUD< "AAAUGH!" her body drew tight in his grip as she tried desperately to pull away from him again. If she'd only suspected those ribs were cracked before, she was beyond a doubt by now. He probably could've pulverized them on the first swing if he'd had a mind to,but apparently that would've been too quick for his purposes. Some of his splattering body settled over her lips. With her hands gripped so tightly, she didn't have a lot of options for attending to it, blowing a sharp breath through her lips to try and sputter it away, cringing slightly as the sharp exhalation made the spiderweb of pain spreading through her side flare up.

Come on Juni . . .. eyes up . . . make a good account of yourself . . ., she thought, forcing herself to pick her head up and open her eyes, looking back into his own smirking face as he asked about becoming more creative. She trembled slightly, imperceptibly at the word, though with the way he gripped her hands and was buried so fully within her it was impossible to hide the reaction from him. She still remembered the last time he'd gotten "creative", threading tiny droplets of himself through her blood. Who knew what else he had up his sleeve . . . but she didn't trust her ribs to hold up under much more of his abuse. She decided to chance it, nodding her head mutely for a few moments as she breathed shallowly.

"Co-gah!" she winced and took a few more breaths, trying to find the timing, "Could've . . . gotten my . . . ribs kicked in . . . at home, . . . thank you verrrrgh! -- very much. . ." she managed to say between panting breaths, though it was clear the effort pained her.

“Yes I know, though I couldn’t resist the obvious. I'll have to be more inventive.” He grinned as a piece of blue slime broke off from his body forming a round ball that defied gravity as it moved over her eventually rolling over her injured ribs then stopped abruptly where it sprouted tiny barbs to latch on to her slightly bricking the skin.

The top of that sphere reshaped, flattening out as the pseudo pod reshaped itself into a hammer making it obvious what he was going to do. It came down but right before the point of impact he halted and laughed at her as ridges formed on the cock inside her, a smaller pseudo pod rushing over her clit then in small waves contrary to the hammering that he had done to her ribs thus far though once she seemed to be enjoying herself the hammer actually collided with that sphere driving it deeper inside her, tiny portions of himself flowing through he blood stream now. Now it was a matter of time as he vigorously pumped inside her, another pseudopod forming the shape of a drill as it reamed into her ass, blue slime grinding against her.

“Having fun yet? And I have just begun. By now portions of me have made it to your heart, clinging to the organ. Though one little command from yours truly an they can do any number of things and let us not forget that enough slime and I can -”

He did it, though to prove a point, her unconsciousness would not last more than a few seconds before another hammer hit jolted her painfully awake. That sphere now stuck deeper in her side.

“Well I can stop the flow of blood though your veins and arteries now. Would you care to see how long the brain can go without oxygen. Seven minutes or thereabouts is what the average person can endure without permanent damage though I think we'll slowly work our way up to that point. Is there anything you would like to say just encase you don't make it?”

"I'll be sure . . . " she closed her eyes with a wince as she tried to shift her weight away from her injured side, trying to ease her breathing, "to return . . . the favor. Should we . . . ever find . . . our roles reversed . . ." she managed to get out in a stuttering, hesitant tongue. She was finding it harder to banter when every breath brought with it a flare of pain that threatened to turn her words into a barely comprehensible mush. She tilted her head to the side and watched curiously as a small ball of his substance began rolling it's way impossibly up her body, against the flor of gravity. She contented herself to think it a matter of his mental direction combined with a tacky coating of his gel-like surface . . . though, she admitted to herself, the residue he'd left in his wake so far had been more of the runny, slippery variety. Then, seeing his extra arm form itself into the hammer head again, she clenched her eyes tight and turned her head away, bracing for impact as much as she could.

"Tease . . ." she chided as the sound of his low laughter caught her ears. She opened one eye to look at his broad grin, the hammer stopped barely inches away from the flat head of the striking surface he'd created for himself, finally noticing the barbs that had sunk into her flesh holding it fast to her body. Somehow the light pricking of her skin was lost amidst the harsh pain wracking that flank, making her eyes well up even as she struggled to contain the tears. "AH! T-that wasn't a request!" She'd already been pushed to her limit to contain the thick prick he'd buried all the way up to the core of her, so as hard ridges started pressing against her folds she bit her lip and tilted her head back trying to fight back the cry that was building in her lungs, the rents he'd torn in her delicate channel spreading open as the only give she had left.

It was a case of being careful for what one asked for, she'd wanted him so badly in her only moments before. Now, here he was, a small tendril pressing vigorously against her clit, little waves of sensation radiating outward and mingling with the painful impulses of her ribs in places. She tried to hold it in, tried to hold back against the way he was playing with her body, sending confusing signals and screwing with her head. Finally though, that first low, aroused groan tumbled it's way passed her lips. >WHUD< "AAAAAUGH!!" and indiscretion that rewarded her with a forth solid blow to the ribs, this one driving the prongs of the hemisphere clutching to her side deeper into her flesh. Spots danced in her vision, and for a moment she thought she might black out, but reflexively her mind clung to consciousness.

Her "reward" for that tenacity was that he no longer seemed content to simply hold her impaled on that massive member he'd shaped just for her. At first, she thought he was testing how much he could move inside of her, feeling her hips pushed and pulled in place over the thick pseudo-cock roughly penetrating her body, each ridge pulling against her raw, sensitive flesh as he took her measure, but soon she realized he was just lifting her back up off of the tile to have better access to her ass. His non-existent hips drew back slowly before thrusting forward with enough force that there was a sharp slapping sound as their wet bodies collided again, and again. She twisted as she cried out wordlessly at the rough violation of her body, sharp, high pitched whines accompanying each thrust as he forcibly flowed into her. She almost missed the insistent prodding at her pink pucker at first, the slender tip of the conical drill head easily pushing into her ass, still not recovered from his earlier punishment. The deeper it pushed, however, the thicker it got, her voice catching in her throat as it began to spin, pushing deep into her back door, pulling and grinding against the tight with every inch that pushed its way into her.

Her body quaked and she panted loudly as he kept up the assault, the thick ridged member bulling it's way into her, running along the spinning length buried so deep in her body. Surely, each desperate gasp for air was tinged with pain as she felt her ribs grinding against each other every time his rough thrusts slammed home and rolled her body, but even under that her nerves were still primed from the way she'd been playing with herself earlier, they way he'd teased her, the way he'd pushed her into bliss before abandoning her. As big as he was, he found that his passage was smooth and relatively easy as her pussy practically overran with want.

"F-fuck . . . you . . . " she barely managed under the assault, as he asked if she was enjoying herself. Still, her lips didn't quite close agai, and the mingling cries of pain and arousal began to fill the air in earnest. He kept speaking, but she was having trouble focusing on his words. Focusing on anything, really. She started feeling light headed, dizzy, and he sounded so distant. She watched as the ceiling seemed to draw further and further away from her, the edges of her vision growing dark, leaving her with only the rough sensations pressing hard and rhythmically into her as she stared helplessly down a closing tunnel. She was barely aware of the moment that she'd fallen into blissful unconsciousness, a reprieve, however temporary from his ministrations.

>WHUD< she came out of unconsciousness with a full, deep cry of pain as half of her body lit up under the impact that had slammed into her unaware, driving the points of the hemisphere attached to her side deeper into her. She shuddered in agony for a few moments, but the pseudopods fucking her so earnestly had never relented even as she'd hung limply in his grasp dead to the world, and though she shook her head. He'd slithered his way into her body again, it seemed, and this time he seemed to be playing for keeps.

"Hah . . . hah . . . last words?" she paused as if trying to think of some, but her eyes closed as he pulled her down onto another of his fierce thrusts, keeping her from concentrating. She grit her teeth and slowly worked something out, "If you've a mind to kill me . . . do it . . . don't let me linger on as some drooling cripple. Leave me . . . however much dignity . . . I manage to hold for myself."

“Oh, I would expect that. Turnabout is far play after all though I doubt that we will ever have to worry about that my dear,” he smirked as she labored for breath, enjoying the state that he so effortlessly instilled in her with crude strikes thus far and he had yet to get creative yet.

“As I have told you I really have nothing better to do at the moment so if I tease you a little to prolong your pleasure or agony so be it.” Ortix chuckled darkly. He could see the tears in her eyes that had yet to spill down her cheeks. She was close but he was far from done with her at this stage.

He had stepped things up a notch as he violated her, pressing forcibly inside her brutalized folds as he filled her to capacity lifting her up enough to get at her ass. He took her there robbing her senses, enjoying himself as he assailed her completely and thoroughly obviously intent to show her something a bit different rather than just crudely smashing away at her though he wanted to show that he was a sculpture with a block of stone. She was his David, his Thinker, the Sphinx …

The pseudo pod assailing her ass was thin at first but got thinker the deeper he pressed into her. With no effort at all. Despite his size her damp passage made it easy for him to press into her battered passage as wet “hips” slapped against her as he eagerly took the defiant girl. It was time that she learned her place, just how much she had been at his mercy.

“I rather fuck you ...” he chuckled before she slipped into unconsciousness. But she was still defiant and he shook his head a little.

“I shall not leave you with any ...” a smirk. “I have no intentions of killing you, though it could happen and is something I must be prepared for. Now, make that mouth of yours useful.”

Another pseudo pod rose up from his body to push into her mouth. The texture much like gelatin there had been an ulterior reason for this as portions of himself would braking off and flow into her stomach.

"Shouldn't be --ngh!-- hard to leave . . . me with then." she managed, her words threatening to slur, "It was that --ah-- or --ah!-- another hollow threat." she admitted, forcibly jostled as each of his rough thrusts slammed home, bottoming out in her sex as the ridges along the thick cock rolled vigorously in and out of her. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out, exactly, but her legs flexed reflexively as he squeezed down against the invader probing her back entrance, trying to slow his progress as she felt herself pushed to what she believed her limits. But, impossibly, it seemed that the rotating head buried in her let him drive a bit further which each turn, spreading her wider and causing her back to arch as the pressure kept her fit against both invaders tight no matter how her body tried to accommodate.

She watched yet another tendril emerge from his main body, undulating in time with his driving lower mass as it reached out to her. She tried to resist, turning her head away, though she couldn't close her lips against the onslaught of feelings running through her body. A hard thrust pressed her up against her ribs making her cry out hoarsely, but as he pulled back to begin the next the tendril sweeping over her clit continued it's own ministrations, drawing that cry out until it trailed off in a pleasant moan. The tendril snaked it's way around and to the side, forcing itself against her parted lips at the next pounding thrust from below came, muffling the shout as it forced her jaw open wider and filled her mouth, the bits that were too thick to press passed her lips leaking out of the corners of her mouth an crawling against her cheeks as he pressed in.

"MMPH!" she hadn't expected her "last words" to be made her last in quite that fashion. She supposed he must have simply tired of her flat rejections, choosing instead to move at his own pace for a bit. That was fine . . . banter was hard with the arcs of fire that were carving through her body with every motion. Tiring in a way, she needed that mental energy for other things at the moment. She winced a bit as that member filling her mouth began to move in time with the other two, pushing against her tongue and running along her teeth as it pushed towards the back of her throat and drew back again, steadily fucking her mouth through the low moans and pitched squeaks that accompanied the way he teased and tormented her body. If it came to another hammer blow, she knew she'd bite down, she wouldn't be able to resist . . . she was less certain what that would mean for him.

Her tongue rolled it's way along the long cylinder that pressed it's way into her mouth, the soft, hot muscle stroking against the underside of the invading member and along the sides as he pushed in again and again, trying to find a comfortable way to accommodate his girth but unconsciously tending to the invader as the heat spreading out from the core of her body kept her head fuzzy and reacted eagerly to the stimuli. He was sickly sweet, much like his "father", but still runnier, less cohesive, she could feel bits of him sluicing off into her cheeks and coating the inside of her mouth as she ran her tongue along it, sliding down her gullet as he replaced the lost mass with more. Her body rolled forward as he pushed his way up into her from beneath again, driving the tip against the back of her throat and causing her to gag and choke for a moment. As she recovered, however, she closed her eyes and began to suckle gently against him as he pulled back from the thrust, ostensibly to try and suck the too-sweet coating from her tongue.

Oh, he certainly wasn't going to allow their banter to discontinue. He was simply giving her a brief respite from it as the pseudo pod filled her mouth with that gelatin substance that tasted faintly of blueberry jello.

She was encased in him, slime dripping down her arms as her fucked her. If she lasted until she past out he had considered sticking around for a bit but then thought that he would give her a reprieve for now. He had her piercings and she would have to live with the eerie fact that one day he would turn up again, perhaps when she least expected it.

But there was always the fact that he could brake her down before she met that fate. He tugged at her nipple in an odd way for the slime passing between the holes looped back to the body. It was as if they were threads and were being hanked towards him as they flowed through her.

As he slammed that hammer into her side and she bit down he used that opportunity to “attack” He had no bones and biting through his “flesh” the severed potion could easily reattach itself but instead flowed down her throat as the phallus reshape and pumped into her.

He was brutal in his fucking, sweeping into her stuffed and injured pussy while he drilled into her ass.

“This is rather fun. Now, a simple matter while I get my bearings.” He turned her then, back to the spray of shower water, another pseudo pod effortlessly forming from the mass of his body as he turned up the hot water and turned off the cold as portions of himself began to emit an acid from themselves. With such an amount of him causing her indigestion and heart burn on a level that she would not have experienced in her life thus far. He then cuts of her air supply to her brain a little longer now then woke her with that hammer gone as the pseudo pod turns into a whip like tentacle striking against her with a wet slapping sound as the pseudo pod within her mouth extracts again.

“Oh? Your awake again. That time was longer, shall I be even more creative my dear?” He lied as far as the length of time she had been out, he had no interest with playing around on that level, it was too dangerous though for a few minutes had been safe enough.

She mewled softly against the pseudopod pumping in and out of her mouth as she felt the cool texture of his touch spreading out over her skin, slipping and sliding it's way over her flesh while subtly kneading and squeezing at her body to remind her that no matter how thin he had full control of his body. Her bottom lip trembled slightly as she felt the trail he'd left through the channels of her piercings start to move again, a long sticky line stretching between her perky peaks in a gooey immitation of a nipple chain, beads of excess dribbling down her belly and crawling their way back to his central mass. Without warning, she felt a hard yank at that cord a hard yelp being swallowed by the thrusting pseudopod in her mouth as her nipples were fiercely pulled towards his body, stretching her breasts towards him like a pair of gum drops, the center of the thread connecting them having trooped down and reentered his body while she was distracted. She arched her back to try and reduce the pull on her nipples, but he simply sucked more of it into his body to compensate.

She didn't dare to move, so, of course, another hard strike slammed home into her side, causing her body to tense up as a muffled howl tore it's way out of her lungs. Her teeth clamped down tight, carving through the soft consistency of the pseudo pod probing her mouth as she jerked her head back. The broad head of his phallus rested at the tip of her sex waited until the pain closed her sex tightly, before he pushed his way forcefully into her, making her wail as it bulled its way in. The tendril in her mouth anchored itself to her mouth after she'd bit down, grabbing purchase, but it did not hesitate to force it's thick head down her throat, thrusting, expanding, and contracting, the motion visible through a bulge in her neck as her forcefully deepthroated her, leaving her no place to turn to escape. All the while, the spinning drill kept stirring her insides as it plunged roughly further.

Her eyes flashed open and she tried to pull away as he swung her under the course of skalding hot water, the pull against her nipples drawing tight and stopping her from pulling away for fear of tearing the flesh as he kept up his brutal pace. Something changed about his chemical composition . . . she remembered this from the last time she tangled with Ortix, that painful, bloated feeling as her throat swelled and burned around his mass. A fire in her belly to go with the scouring pain that riddled the rest of her body. Her throat convulsed as she tried had to breath around the tendril pressing deep into her throat, tiny golden lights dancing in her eyes as the world grew dark around her.. She tried desperately to cling to consciousness . . . but with the flow of blood to her head restricted there was little she could do.

>KRAKT!< she came awake once more with a sudden start, the sound of something thin cutting the air as he drew back for the next swing. She gave a short yelp of pain reflexively, scrambling, groggy and trying desperately to remember what was going on. She could feel the fresh welt burning on her body as she forced herself to open her eyes, the sight of blue goo clinging to her body brought the memories back quickly enough, and she groaned lowly as she realized he was yet still not done with her. She felt the length of pseudo-cock draw itself back out of her throat as she shook off the dizziness from the lack of oxygen, her head throbbing as if she'd spent a few hours dangling upside down.

"GUH!" she took her first free breath in God knew how long deeply, but then regretted it instantly, her stomach heaving roughly until she bowed her head and upended the contents of her stomach violently. Thick blue lawyers of goo clung to her lips and chin in sticky steamers as she regarded the floor. Ugh . . . how much of him had she been forced to swallow? Her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus on him again, panting.

"Seems that way . . ." she shuddered softly as he commented on her state of awareness, " . . . Mmph . . . remind me . . . what's my other option?"

Pain was a great motivator. She was coming around, though she really had little choice in the matter. He didn't damage her to the point where the labs or infirmary could simply patch her back up. He was reveling in this matter though he was not allowed to loose himself so completely that students were constantly jeopardized he could push her to her brink well enough.

He glanced briefly at the vomit on the floor, his nature allowed him to digest the material, the mixture of bile and her lunch as acid, harmless to the flesh but as she found earlier conditioned to dissolve cloth and partially digested foods.

Ortix would clean up the mess before the slime, now clean, would rejoin his body. Goo that splattered all over the place had been in the process of rejoining the mass of his body as the whip-like tentacle reformed though since he had to be creative still barbs sprouted from one side of it, the side that was bound to make contact with her.

Now he had considered, yes, it was about time … though her words had halted him. Had she been waving the flag of surrender or just teetering. His attentions on her had seized up, given her a moment of respite where he was doing nothing save for regarding her.

“Ask nicely and I will consider easing up on you. Of course, now that you have been so stubborn I cannot imagine anything less then begging with suffice to sway me from my fun.

“The choice is yours as to how you go about matters.”

She let out a long shuddering breath in his grasp, letting her head sag for a moment as her question brought him to a temporary halt. She feel his eyeless gaze sweeping over her scrutinizingly, apparently trying to determine if she was trying to surrender herself to him, or if her resolve was wavering. The truth was somewhat less dramatic . . . she was stalling, trying to take stock of her situation now that he'd pulled her so harshly back to consciousness. She could still feel the sharp stroke where his lash had last tasted her flushed, damp skin, but she was trying to feel whether or not she'd woken up at the first crack of that whip or if he'd been working her over for a while before she'd finally stirred again.

Her body was raw and pink from where she'd been held under the flow of hot water from the spigot overhead, though her smoldering skin still paled in comparison to the way her ribs shifted and ground against each other with each breath. She looked down though, trying to see if the hemisphere was still clinging relentlessly to her ribs or if she'd been so far gone as to slumber through the series of jarring impacts that would have accompanied him forcing that ball of goo into her blood stream. She turned her face up, clenching her eyes tight as the let the steaming water splash over her features, cleaning her face even as she winched and squirmed trying to find some kind of purchase or leverage she could use. Of course, he was easily too experienced to make such an amateur mistake.

"Ah . . . that's right . . ." she said lowly as he laid the options out before her, her eyes flicking down to the slender tendril that lay partly coiled against the tile, the long barbs extending out from the tip and making her wince as she considered the way such a strike would hook and tear at her skin."The other option was to prostrate myself before a twisted sociopath and throw myself upon what passes as his mercy." she shook her head, and for a brief moment she managed something akin to a chuckle before it shrank into a pained wheeze.

"Play on, Maestro. Play on."

Ortix chuckled, amused by her words. Her brake was over though he shut the water off, getting her back sore and tender from the water. He slams her back up against the tiled wall, the pseudo pod squishing between the wall and her body though the portion inside her still drills against her relentlessly as he spears into her, those ridges forming tiny barbs so that he pulls at her ripped and torn portions of her pussy as he fills her.

The tentacle comes up smacking against her side with the barbs, blue gunk splattering every where though it began to slid back to his body upon doing so, tiny barbs digging into her flesh at the cracked rib though as the tentacle reformed the barbs had gotten a little longer.

The sphere that had been clinging to her side earlier was gone, either reabsorbed into the main body or already inside her.

Ortix did not mind her attitude, in fact he admired it in her as he tugged sharply on her breasts reminding her that he had thoroughly entrenched her. But he struck her again with the whip then reformed the barbs getting longer still.

He was chuckling at the pain that she was in. He was targeting the ribs to such an extent that he struck her with pinpoint precision. Having broken the previously cracked rib he had showed no concern about it knowing that a broken bone was an easy fix.

“I like your attitude,” Ortix chided. “But it will not last much longer. Even if you pass out I can simply wait you out until I get what I want. I don't suppose now is a good time to mention that I do not cum in the traditional sense so this can go on for hours. Thank you. And with you being behind the schedule of the others, well we need not rush.”

The shadow of bemusement on her face vanished promptly as he slammed her forcefully back against the wall, the impact violently jarring her side and sending a blaze of flaring through her body. Her head tipped back and she cried out, giving voice to that shock, the sound echoing through the tiled chamber. That, she surmised, had likely been for her irreverance, but he certainly wasted no time in regaining his pace. The phallus driving in and out of her may not have changed size since he'd begun, but with the extra leverage granted by the wall she had to turn her head to the side as he roughly slammed home into the back of her pussy, his thickness rubbing aggressively against the relentlessly twisting, digging length pushing into her ass, her sex squeezing him tightly at the entrance and providing a pleasant resistance for him to push through with every thrust.

Her eyes openned wide as she felt the length spearing her depths start to shift and change, as tight a fit as her body was around him she doubted she'd have missed any change he made in there. Row after row of tiny barbs pushed against her flesh, curved as opposed to their spiked brothers from before. Not yet (yet, she reminded herself) large enough to carve their own furrows in her body, the angled protrusions still gladly hooked and tugged at the damage already done, reopenning what had managed to begin healing, and widening that which hadn't yet had the opportunity, but not at all hampering him as he pulled back for the next chewing thrust.

>KRAKT!< The shifts seemed to be comming closer together now, the assault picking building to a terrible tempo as the lash snapped hard against her flank, excess matter splattering over her body. The barbs were small, but applied with such force they easily slid into her skin. She wasn't too proud to cry as he pulled hard to reclaim the tentacle where it had caught in her, the first firm tug rocking her in his grip before the second tore its way free leaving an open wound. Apparently he decided he liked the feel of that as he reformed the tendril with longer, crueler barbs.

Each shriek, each cry, each scream began to flow from one seamlessly into the other broken only by a desperate pant for breath, though as he pulled the thread between her breasts hard enough to arch her back away from the wall it broke a particularly high pitch, the tears she'd been blinking back rolling free again as she found herself face to loathsome face with her tormentor. He didn't say anything at first, but the lash struck out again, catching her a bit further back against the ribs, though she dare not move as taut as he'd pulled her breasts. A predicament that only became harder as he drew the tentacle along her ribs again, though this time the barb dug through and hooked into her battered ribs directly. She screamed, full, and long, until her lungs where empty as he shook and pulled the barbed tendril against her ribs, thrusting up into her all the while. Finally the lash came loose, though the barbs stuck to her flesh. She whimpered softly as she saw a new array of barbs slide out of the length of that long tendril, longer still than the previous set.

His visage was blurred by the tears in her eyes, but with the grip he kept on the short chain attached to her chest, she couldn't really look away as he calmly, rationally set his cards on the table. Lord knew she considered it, the pain receding from her tortured ribs just enough for her to feel the hook still digging into her flesh. Her breath came out in a low sob, the thought of ending this torture certainly appealed. The price, however, rankled. Her mind's eye conjured up brief, disjointed images of her supplicating herself to this thing that had once been a man. Of being scratched under the chin and told she was a "good girl", of having to please him on her own initiative just to avoid his displeasure, of his smug superior face shadowing her day in and day out, always the threat that she'd be right back here when the mood struck him.

"Aww, I love you too, Sugar." she said, pursing her lips together in a quick pantomime of a kiss before a shock ran through her spine as the spiraling drill managed to push itself in another in, further tightening the feeling of the phallus violating her, She gave a short cry and panted, biting her bottom lip, though the death grip he held on her body prevented her from moving to try and better accommodate him. He did get a chance to watch her face as she struggled with what he was saying . . . she had her pride, but the prospect of enduring this kind of attention for hours brought her up short. Hell, with the gym having its own shower, it was entirely possible he might go undetected most of the day. There was a prospect that made her shiver.

"If it's all the same to you, I'd rather bleed." she said, though her eyes wandered away from her face as she said it, her head turning to follow soon after. That was a telling blow for her, penetrating her usual layer of bluster, even passing up the opportunity to throw an easy barb like calling him dickless. Of course, by resisting so stringently to take the "easy" way out she supposed she was just highlighting how badly submission would effect her to him, but then, she supposed he might just assume that she was into this kind of thing.

He would show her if she did not wish to submit then she would be forced to suffer. It made no difference to him if she were squealing out like a wanton or crying out in anguish for it was all the same to him. He pinned her there against the wall, the barbs returning to inflict their damage up her as he drove into those depths that tried in vain to keep him out, her body tight against his as he drove forward.

She cut such a wonderful sight there. Tears flowing down her cheeks as he proved to her just how much it was costing her to resist. He seemed to be using very little effort too as he tortured her, pulling on her breaths and adding to the cacophony of cries that sounded were very pleasant and he delighted in the twisted broken sight before him.

He was taking his time tormenting her, That whip like appendage forming more barbs each time. Each time they got bigger though he did a quick calculation and figured that he could not kill her with his current reactions. Hurt her hell yes as evident by her cries now as tears deliciously spilled down her cheeks.

Ortix had no sympathy for her. She had in effect choose this and knew what it she had been offered more than one chance here to at least try to sway her but the trick was that the more pain she was in the more he relished this torment and thus as his sadistic pleasures continued it became less likely that he would relent as he got caught up in matters.

“You rather bleed? Tsk. Tsk. Careful what you wish for ...” a pseudo pod rose out of his chest since his entire body was one giant “pocket.” The phallus inside her got bigger still when that did not seem possible.

The barbs became large, sharper as they pulled and tugged at her without mercy. Ortix had produced a painful sensation that was deliberate with each pounding thrust as a scalpel forms in his pseudo pod he wasting no time to make a little incision beneath her breast as he tugged on her breast then stuck his finger into the wound wound and swishing it about. The one tat was a barbed whip reshaping into a cheese grater like object scrapping it against her side vigorously.

“Now scream for me.”

For all her stubbornness, Juniper wasn't made of stone. She felt every wound tugged and teased as he pounded deeply into her again, and again. If anything, he the more she felt, the faster he seemed to go, apparently egged on by the shrill cries that accompanied each deep, raking rush of him. She tried to twist as she saw the slender tendril draw up for it's next strike, points gleaming menacingly in the overhead light, but the tug behind her nipples held her fast as another wet slap filled the air punctuated with a low howl as the points tore themselves free again. She shuddered, she wept, but she did not beg, neither for him to slow, or to stop.

She thought she heard a hint of glee in his voice as he chided her for her word choice. Well, he had said that he'd take her "requests" into consideration . . . it probably didn't take much to convince him of something he was already inclined to do. She thought she felt something in him contract for a moment, and then her eyes bulge as she felt more of him pumped into the confines of her sex. She gave a choked cry as the phallus thickened inside of her, she felt like something had had to tear to make the fit . . . and then came yet more of him as the barbs began to lengthen and dig at her on their own instead of simply grabbing at the wounds already there.

Her eyes lost their focus as he began to work that new tool into her folds, her face red and stained with tears as she stuggled for a few shallow breaths. Her eyes rolled in her head, something catching the light in her peripheral vision. Her pupils shrank as her gaze settled on the small stainless steel blade of a scalpel protruding from the tip of another of her tendrils. He could feel her heartbeat quicken a step upon seeing it, hear the soft whine as she tried to conceal it, and taste the pheromones in the sweat trapped between their skins, an old, strong fear tugged at by the sight of the blade.

She couldn't help herself, she let out a sharp, distressed "squeak" as she felt that blade press against her skin, tiny beads of vital fluid raising up along the sharp blade as he applied the barest pressure. She barely felt the incision, couldn't see it beyond her breasts as they were pulled out from her body and together, but she knew it was being made and that gripped her heart tightly. She shivered, her eyes following raptly as he brought the scalpel away, the thin film of red along the edge.

She was too distracted watching that blade to brace herself as the wet tentacle slapped itself against her side again, though she knew something was wrong when it wasn't accompanied by yet another sharp, driving hook driving into her skin. Then it drew along her skin and she winced at the shallow scraping that accompanied as it traced the contours of her skin, only scratching and scraping against her skin on the first pass, but on the second she felt it catch her skin, shaving thin slivers from her flank, distracting her from her fear and making her shout as he carved another layer from her skin.

And then he jammed one of his fingers into the incision, worming it around inside of her, tugging at her breast to widen the hole and allow him easier admittance. She tried to fight against it, to deny him the pleasure of driving her to do as he pleased, but it just rewarded her with a harder prod. She screamed, closing her eyes to try and block out some, any of what she was experiencing.