It was such a pitiful scene which made it all the more thrilling for Ania, to have reduced the young woman to a quivering pile of endless sorrow filled her with a sense of authority, inciting her sex drive to the indefinite end of sanity where, between the constant coughs and gags, she wanted nothing more than to break Rhaine down even further.

"You're spilling everything. How are you supposed to become a world class cum dumpster if you can't even get a simple order right?" Amidst the lingering smell of sex these words were still chosen carefully, statements Ania would likely never use in the student's eyes as to make it seem as though it was nothing but a dream, near the end even referring to their last encounter where a purposely furious mistress scorned the little blonde for getting things wrong.

"Enough of this." Smacking the glass out of her hands Rhaine didn't have another chance to obey, instead the leash beckoned her to sit straight while the seed spilled as the glass shattered at the other end of the room. That huge cock swayed before her crimson eyes, poised before her lips and unless they were parted already a tentacle swiftly lowered itself and tweaked one of her nipples, a sparse quantity of aphrodisiac spraying from the cherry nub whereupon the unyielding pelvis of the blue skinned beauty pressed forth, forcing the monstruous phallus into her mouth and down her throat.

"You're supposed to .. swallow!" Nine inches were dimensions of the past, the member large enough to reach all the way down to where her cleavage would be though the texture and tightness of the heavenly passage draws an enticed groan from her lips, pulsing readily within these walls that threatened to set Ania off straight away. There she remained, eyeing the student from above with what could only be described as utter contempt, slowly withdrawing the massive rod from her throat only to return as she began to thrust away at these sweet ruby lips.

Her balls nestled up against her chin and throat whenever the well endowed herm buried herself to the hilt, succulent testes with plentiful riches far beyond what the glass offered. It wasn't long before Ania pulsed and the twin orbs churned as inner muscles squeezed the prized liquid through her shaft, these strong motions grinding to a halt as gushes of cum flood the already full depths of her belly.

Ania threw her head back as she came, dumping the first load into Rhaine, then another whereupon she pulled back just enough to cum into her mouth rather than force feeding her the molten semen stuffing her every orifice.

“I-I c-cant,” she sobbed the glass being knocked out of her grip and she felt the glare of contempt directed upon her from above, fresh tears streamed down her face at the thoughts that washed through her at being such a disappointment to her Mistress.

9” had been about her limits she had found, at least as far as oral penetration went. She gagged as even more had been force upon. Her wet eyes wide, her jaw straining and would have re-broken if Ania had not reinforced it when she fixed it and had chosen to be a bit rougher.

Her hands bunch up into fists though as her Mistress begins those motions, the aphrodisiac that she tasted spurning her body into action though thankful that cum empties into hr mouth rather than forcing her to vomit up some of the contents to make space …

She has to spit it out, coughing it out though she might not have wanted to. “It w-won't fit!” She rested their before her Mistress on hands and knees unable to look her in the eye as she spoke.

The enormous phallus drawn from her mouth and throat hovered inbetween them, semi erect and already of such masculine stature that most women wouldn't have been able to swallow an admirable slab of meat of these proportions in one fell swoop, something noteworthy if the alien bothered to praise the woman at her feet, but dumping her seed into the little slut only for her to cought it back up was one of the hottest things imaginable and it wasn't going to end right away. An opportunity to exploit the questionable circumstances once Rhaine passed out and woke once again had been given and she seized it now, proceeding with the play.

"You're no good .. That is a crucial task for my personal cum dumpster .." Her manhood had been saturated with cum, slick and dripping wet as it stained the floor in gradually descending droplets of seed, joining with the excess her pet couldn't gulp down. "You don't even have the common decency to lick my cock clean afterwards."

Again she'd flicked the switch on the device, the capsules stirring to life as they forced pleasure unto the blonde below, an orgasm overwhelming her senses within mere seconds although that time the sensations didn't die down immediately. Instead they assailed her hyper sensitive frame without relent, drawing out the first physical height before every cell within her body flared up in bliss for a second time, only then were the tools of erotic torture turned off.

"Look at me, pet." The leash guided her from all fours up and off the ground to kneel before Ania without a chance of recovery, nearly taking her breath away as the collar pressed to her throat, a tentacle on the back of her head which seized a shock of hair earlier then tilted it backwards ever so slightly. "I'm not satisfied yet. You will use your breasts and mouth to please me until I cum."

Ania then released Rhaine, pushing her closer to that thick cock in the process. Essentially she was turned into an instrument for man's pleasure, the drug manipulating her system spread throughout the entirety of her lithe body and left the student sensitive enough where a simple breeze would bring sexual pleasure, for example enough friction on her recently engorged bust could send her tumbling into another slice of heaven as it was the source of the altered aphrodisiac which the huntress was secretly hoping for.

There was no escape from the drug or the nightmare all this turned into, she lasted longer and came far more easily, even when her mind would've been turned to mush before long she'd experience the full brunt of neverending bliss. Ania would make the girl crave unconsciousness if she had to.

No good …

Her heart had burst at that, pounding in her chest as tears freely escaped her eyes adding the moisture to the floor, her fingers balled into fists as she gazed at the floor, silently sobbing, her body already showing the signs of how much cum had been contained within her.

It had not been long before she felt the jolt of pleasure shoot through her once more.

“AAAIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Her head tips back then she collapsed on the floor twitching and panting, her drugged mind spinning as to how she ended up in this rather unfortunate state.

Bid to look up and fueled on by that drug she touched her lips and tongue to the member before her sensitive breasts pressing to the sides of that cock, pressing against it as heat shot through her as she complied there was evidence of he distress … she had not looked up for starters though the drug ensured that she was still diligent in the task at hand … not that she needed the drug to comply with the command.

Due to what she had regurgitated on the the floor she could handle the little bit of cum, tears still washing down her cheeks those larger breasts felt heavy but before long she was making whimpering moans against that length as a fire triggered ye another release from using those sensitive mammories.

Another explosion wracked her, a muffled cry and a brief pause before she sucked it up, dimly conscious at this stage only aware that her Mistress had not cum yet, her mouth dropping up and down that length.

She merely watched on as tight lips and those marvellous tits sloshing with the liquid drug inside shift to please the soon fully erect cock, swallowed up entirely by pillowy breast flesh and a mouth whose devotion couldn't be greater. Regrettably the crimson shine of her eyes wasn't looking up into her own, an effect of the constant words of scorn which left the once spirited woman as crestfallen as her glorious status of the one and only favorite which wasn't worth more than dirt at this point in time.

Ania let the student proceed without comment, grinning even as she whimpered around the phallus embedded within her mouth and forcibly caused to orgasm by having her breasts stimulated, her nectar imprisoned by the slip around her nether lips which intertwined with the alien seed filling her womb and passage and yet without anything there it left the more carnal desires unfulfilled resulting in inner muscles that clamped down on nothing.

Her pelvis rocked back and forth slowly alongside the prompting of Rhaine, diligently serving without further complaint whilst Ania brought more of the heated flesh forward and down her throat with every half hearted thrust, their actions uninterrupted until her mistress pulsed in a familiar fashion, finally approaching release.

Meanwhile tentacles swerved around the body below, compelled to indulge in those magnificiently swollen mounds as they narrowed and coiled about her nipples, the appendages slim enough in girth as to wind themselves about the hardened nubs several times before pinching them, twisting them in several places at once which caused the string like assailants to cut into their tender captives ever so slightly, barely breaking the skin. At the same time she'd flicked the device back on, overloading the blonde with sexual stimulus though uncaring of the consequences as she pressed on.

"Ughh!" Seconds passed before Ania groaned out in frustration, dragging the fierce manhood through the bottomless goblet that was her throat all the way to the top where she stumbled upon the border of composure, cumming freely into the orifice at her disposal.

Copious amounts of alien cum burst within, swiftly filling Rhaine up to capacity to the point where her cheeks bulged out, some of it dribbling down her chin whilst the majority was caught up, unable to escape. Neither able to swallow nor spit it out, the young woman was reminded of the atrocities committed by another monster several months back, hot semen eventually flowing through her nostrils and splattering on the ground before them whilst smaller quantities tainted the swell of her breasts, droplets of it oozing onto her reddened cheeks flushed with arousal.

It wasn't sooner than a full minute had passed that Ania removed the massive cock head from her depths, still drooling with nigh crystal clear essence though the device and tendrils stayed behind and active, eager to sustain the sensory overload Rhaine was being subjected to.

She was a wreck of stimulation at that stage she might as well been one enormous cliterous for all of her seemed to respond to that pleasure that swept through her then. There was a fire in her breasts that those tentacles began to stoke, the drug sloshing around her breasts as she felt so full of alien seed that pumped into her but there was no place for it to go coming up her throat and filling her mouth, her cheeks inflate, cum leaks from her nose and mouth simultaneously as she makes weak sounds with her throat.

It's worse than being at a dentist with all the tools in your mouth unable to swallow … in this case her eyes bulge the stream of cum in her nose made it impossible to breath and for a moment she's back on that rock being plunged into the water by Tidal to near suffocation but after a minute, long minute before that cock slides back and she slumps forward, a stream of cum boring out from her mouth as she coughs and gags.

Yet while she remains on the floor there's still those mewling sounds as jolts wash through her, that passage opening and closing against nothingness as she continues to thrash against the attention o those tentacles, the edges or her vision darken though and unless her Mistress decides to pull back she'd spiral to the depths of this euphoric bliss coursing through her.

Inevitably Rhaine would pass out again in a puddle of vanilla enhanced cum, a fountain of delicious sperm straight from the depths of her belly splashed on the ground underneath which she slumped into like the abused plaything that she was, essentially bathing in the sublime essence for the quantities were so great that it left her a cum stained mess. The last thing her waning consciousness would recognize were tentacles upon locks of lush golden hair as Ania stepped forward, raising her head from the ground before cleaning herself off, smearing the remnants of that sticky essence all over before letting her drop, leaving the woman to her own devices.

An orgasm struck mere seconds after the one that came before, followed by another and another as tentacles and vibrating capsules drive her mind into the abyss of pleasure until there was not a semblance of coherent thought left.

It was midnight by the time Rhaine aroused from slumber, dim lights keeping the suite illuminated whilst shutters were lowered in front of the windows as to conceal their presence within. Oddly enough she laid in bed this time around surrounded by the cozy embrace of ample pillows, her mistress draped over her like a blanket on top of whom lingered an actual blanket, her petite breasts no longer engorged with aphrodisiac and used by the alien as comfortable cushions instead.

Any evidence of the horrific incidents had been removed, the gushes of fluid at the foot of the bed where she had her face fucked without relent magically cleansed or never there to begin with, tools that previously stuffed her backside and flower stored away out of sight or never involved in their lovemaking. In fact her belly wasn't swollen in the slightest, any seed previously rendering the girl pregnant in a sense presumably spilled out while she was lost in the overwhelming throes of passion. Even the leash and collar were gone, leaving the few minutes of supposed clarity a haze of sex and drugs that may or may not have happened at all.

It was as if the drugs vanished almost entirely, surely her mind remained a tad dazed from earlier, but the most potent effects were flushed out of her body somehow given the time that passed.

"You're awake .. the nightmare's over now.", a delicate voice cooed, soft and soothing as it rang through the air. Rhaine wasn't quite as sensitive anymore as she recalled, a tentacle brushing upon her cheek whereas Ania nestled up against her bosom affectionately, heated breaths cascading over the exposed flesh. "You were crying in your sleep, if you weren't such a heavy sleeper I would've woken you up sooner."

Azure eyes briefly shifted to the nearby nightstand then back to the woman receiving gentle caresses where gleaming lines of dried tears graced her gorgeous face. "I found some refreshments in the kitchen, if you'd like to have some after our first round, that is. It's not much, but I know you've had a sufficient dinner back in the greenhouse."

True to her word she'd find a tray beside the bed, stocked with a glass of orange juice, half full, and a small assortment of light pastries though Ania planted a loving peck upon one of her soft mounds then, gazing at Rhaine with mild concern on her features. "How are you feeling?"

A dream or rather nightmare? She was so confused though all evidence had been gone. The toys were removed, hr stomach and breasts were the right size as far as she could tell without whipping out measuring tape … her frame felt right though such a vivid nightmare after an actual one, a dream within a dream she had to wonder if those were her greatest fears come to life.

With the drugs she wasn't even sore though she flickered her eyes to the floor after lifting her head some. She had been caged in by pillows on on sides like a newborn to prevent them from rolling, her eyes looking to the spot where she regurgitated all that cum. No signs of it though he eyes flowed to the area that the glass had landed in and shattered.

Was it just a series of bad drams, probably, though she never had dreams as vivid as that before.

She gazed to the tray at the food, pastries triggered a response in her head, Pop Tarts were pastries, Wild Berry … she recounted that horrible imp for a moment but in comparison to the two last dreams that was a rather tame experience.

She only had that apple but her appetite was lacking in light of all the stress upon her mind. “I, I am not hungry, Mistress.” But she avoided eye contact, the dreams leaving a lingering impression on her that left he scared and visibly shaken.

“No, I do not think that I am, Mistress. Those were rather vivid.” At least she wasn't wearing make up today, she didn't wear ant given it would have been a waste at practice. “May I use the washroom, Mistress?” Some how the sudden act of washing her face seemed appealing to her. She had still yet to make eye contact even with that kiss that tingled against her skin almost as if she had been too distracted to register it at the moment.

"The washroom?" For a moment Ania simply eyed the troubled student in silence, azure eyes flicking inbetween her own as they skimmed across her features similar to someone in search of a reason for her request, perhaps hoping for another reaction, but there wasn't anything that could be done except letting Rhaine do as desired. "Of course, dear."

They parted as the voluptuous frame sat up, kneeling on the sheets which in turn caused the blanket to fall away and exposed them to the slightly colder air of the room. "If there is anything you need, just call me. I'll be waiting for you here until you return."

The curse of being part of a highly sexual species brought Ania into this mess, unable to resist temptation and act on the less humane drive invoked by bedding with an inferior, submissive partner, the alien being stronger than most yet weaker than some when it came to will power. She was indeed fond of those that found refuge under her wing, the women already dealing with monsters and abominations which picked them up only to discard them who were looking for greener pastures usually found them in their encounters with the huntress, but there were always exceptions.

Patience might provide a passage when they could reunite and establish the bond they seemed to have lost which is why she remained distant, less intrusive now that Rhaine voiced her wish to flee the scene momentarily as she laid down where the young woman once was in order to keep the bed warm for them.

As luxurious as the rest of the suite, the spacious bathroom didn't leave a head girl wanting and offered all that the heart desired, ranging from seperated shower cabin and bath whereby the latter had more similarities with an adequately sized hot tub, even possessed the same functions if one were to take a closer look. However, there weren't any windows here, everything was handled through ventilation it seemed.

Whoever inhabited these quarters must've been a flamboyant follower of variety, several bottles of soap in different flavors destined for various skin types alone riddled the washbasin and that wasn't anything beyond the tip of the iceberg once she had a look around in the cabinets above the sink. But for now she didn't have to worry about that, nothing really given that her mistress wasn't there and hadn't intruded upon her moments of privacy.

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“Thank you, Mistress,” she climbed out of bed and over the mountain of pillows. The closet thing she had endured to a psionic attack was the possession by Wraith who seemed far more interested in the blue haired girl that she attacked and in return was attacked by. That had shaken her up, not because she was hurt or tortured, on the contrary she had worried that someone might have seen matters and reported things to her girlfriend so she had to tell Dani about the attack, fortunately she was aware of the monsters that existed on this island.

And so since she had never had her mind toyed with she had not considered that possibility, just the nightmare scenario since nothing else seemed to fit. “Will do, Mistress.”

The bathroom made her jealous. It was far larger than hers and she liked the added space. A place here for make up, another fir soaps and ointments …

She had closed the door behind her and washed her face, running water and cupping it into her hands. She splashed her face a few times then scrubbed with a face cloth. No make up for her though she had used a lavender scented soap.

She made herself presentable, though Rhaine didn't often find the occasion to use more than a little mascara and lip stick. She reflected on her dreams though.

Shameful ...

She tried to tell herself it was all a dream, shook her head then padded back to the bedroom when this was all accomplished at last. She did not crawl back into the bed but rather kept her gaze downcast, arms crossed in front of her as she knelt at the foot of the bed.

“Orders, Mistress?”

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"No orders, Rhaine." Yet from the corner of her eyes she'd pick up movement as Ania sat up once more, exquisite legs drawn off the side of the bed whilst tentacles place the blanket where her body found shelter before and within few moments the entrancing hermaphrodite approached, her tail swaying idly from side to side. "I won't order you to stay if you don't want to, but I'll ask you to wait where you are."

Instead of kneeling down beside her, instead of a warm touch serving for comfort she merely passed by and vanished inside the kitchen, sounds of someone rummaging through shelves and cabinets spreading throughout the otherwise silent suite followed by the sound of another glass being placed down. A bottle of something was opened, the liquid contents poured in miniscule amounts before it was sealed again, another infusion added to the unknown fluid while in the meantime the original ones were stored away whereupon the scrapes of reptilian feet upon kitchen tiles could be heard.

Ania returned to her side, not the back or front as to accomodate for her bashfulness in these moments while hiding something behind her back as she knelt down near the blonde. Only then did she raise an appendage before the crimson eyes of her servant, still eyeing Rhaine with undiluted concern.

She stirred the glass beneath her nose, a sweet yet familiar fragrance wafting through the air, something she'd immediately recognize as booze. In the glass were the mixed, crystal clear fluids lulled in an unusual hue of maroon, barely enough to warrant a mouthful though even a layman would find the smell to be highly invigorating and alcoholic, fashioned from regular drinks in combination with certain elements of alien origin which enhanced it.

"Now .. Would you like to talk about what you saw?" There weren't any orders, but genuine concern every aspect of Ania sought to relay even though the drink was obviously meant for her if she couldn't cope with the nightmares easily. "I can't help you enjoy the remainder of our reunion if you shut yourself off."

No orders? Rhaine had dared to peek up at her Mistress before lowering her gaze once again, that single word from her dream entering into her mind as irrational as it may have been … Shameful …

“Of course, Mistress, I will wait.” It had been Rhaine's turn to wait now and as she did she had reflected on that dream briefly trying to shake her thoughts of it as if it were nothing. She couldn't remember anything so bad as that since she had been a little girl.

She waited as she heard her Mistress in the kitchen, her eyes going wide at the familiar scent that assailed her nose. Was that for her? Where? How? Was the Head Girl here allowed contraband?
Was this an actual wine, one not distilled through nefarious means by the students, it had been so long since she had a real drink. If the glass had been offered to her she would take it with gratitude.

“They are pretty vivid Mistress but they'll pass in time. One, the first, had been a reoccurring one that rises up from time to time. I had it a lot a few months back but this has been the first time in ages.” She nods at that as she dwells on it a little.

“That Demon, raping me the summer day that we had met.” Oddly she had never had one that had aspects of that plant in it though. “And the other … it was worse ...”

Rhaine falls silent for a moment as she lowers her gaze. “It was about being useless, Mistress. Regardless of how hard I tried I was incapable of complying with the most mundane of tasks.”

Given the nature of her body, the task of procuring a chosen beverage came as one of the many beneficial traits that were associated with Ania. While alcohol in general was kept out of the system and swept under the covers whenever it happened to surface within the student body, manipulating ordinary juice into a heavily mind numbing wine was a blessing.

Rhaine was offered to consume what little the huntress provided as the glass was placed in one of her hands, a tiny sip enough to take off the edge without severely affecting her judgement as the effects were almost immediate, but all the contents at once may leave the blonde slightly impaired in her movements if not a whole lot less reserved. The drink was pure, tasted of sugar and strawberry and didn't leave a stinging sensation when swallowed despite the impact it had on the young woman.

After the stick came the carrot and as such Ania refrained from allowing herself to get an erection, a challenge considering that they were in the nude and right in front of each other though she listened to the worries of her subordinate. Maybe humans needed regular encouragement, once downtrodden they ended up greatly disturbed by events causing the feeling in the first place, but if resolving the issue was the price for keeping the precious girl happy then so be it.

"You could never be useless to me, Rhaine, and I would never dare tell you anything as cruel." She spoke lowly, soothingly before coiling an appendage around the free hand of her pet, tentacles being the only means she had that allowed her to grasp things after all. "Even if you failed me at any given time, even the most mundane tasks which I'm sure will never be the case outside of your dreams, I would know you gave it your best try and I wouldn't ever consider scolding you for it."

"I've disposed of the demon just for you back in the day, recently scared off another and neither of them will ever hurt you again, I guarantee you that." She squeezed the hand encompassed by her tendril affectionately, a tender shiver surging through that limb as it began to curl about these feeble fingers. "You're someone I'm proud to know in my service, dear, and nothing will change that."

She smiled lightly at last, hoping to achieve at least the slightest step. "I came looking for you specifically when I returned after several months of absence, do you think I would've done the same for someone I don't deem capable of being my favorite?"

Damn, this was strong! No wonder why there had been so little of it but it was smooth as it went down. In her days she had lots or hard alcohol that burned as it went down though there was a pleasant fruity taste to this one.

“Wow. It's strong.” But she drank it all down and a thought suddenly struck her – her stomach may not be so full now, full, she recalled how full she had been in that dream, cum everywhere! Now that was full …

Rhaine had been needy in the sense that she needed to feel as if she were doing a good job. Praise wasn't necessary though it was highly appreciative of them.

“I know, that Demon is dead but I did have a lot of nightmares about the events of that matter that I had thought ended. I can only surmise that recent even must have reminded me of it, Mistress, the only similarity though was how far I managed to get, often chases are over when they start and while I didn't get as far as I did with that Demon I did begin this one in the dorms and made it to the gym before it was nearly over.”

But when she heard those words of reassurance again she had left behind this play of Mistress and Servant, one day it would be true she had hoped. She was being conditioned for such a time even now but rather than hold true to form there was that one moment in which she lost it, arms curling about Ania's shoulders, her lips firmly press to Ania's that strawberry fragrance still lingering on them.

She kisses her Mistress before she pulls back and lets her arms drop from those shoulders. “I'm sorry, Mistress.”

Her sudden approach may have been a result of the delectable liquid, at the very least encouraged by it as a mere courtesy of the alcohol contained within and Rhaine made a move on the woman before her, delivering an enticing kiss which Ania returned with undying pleasure.

Blood gushed into her member where any self control failed to prevent an impact of the sort, a soft moan flowing forth amidst their embrance albeit muffled the way the blonde clung to the blue skinned beauty. Meanwhile tentacles twitched in reserved agitation, taken aback by the unexpected outcome of her motivational speech before slithering unto the lithe human body with determination, seizing it by the waist and shoulders with a deliberately gentle hold whereas the one upon her hand traced upward over her arm until it was entrapped by smooth, lavender colored flesh that spiraled about the pale skin as it went.

When at last they parted once more there wasn't any resentment upon her alien features, nothing that indicated any measure of disdain as Ania prevented her from leaving just yet. She wasn't a mindless drone without original thought, not some sex doll that would never surprise and only do as ordered, qualities her mistress was fond of to the point of simply appreciating her closeness whilst disregarding the circumstances. "Don't be."

Ania closed the gap inbetween them for that appeared to be what Rhaine desired despite her apology, sealing their lips in another carefree moment of intimate bliss, sparks of pleasure searing through her body as they indulged in the presence of one another though it wasn't long before she eased up, intent on keeping the spirits of her beloved pet high without intruding too much.

"I want you to feel better and if that is what you need, then I shall provide it .. After all I'm not some heartless monster that only cares for one thing." Azure eyes locked onto the student, pleased to find that she was at least capable of thinking of more pleasant memories they shared although the hot, rigid length below had been more than distracting. Maybe someday she'd rid herself of these persistent urges entirely for the sake of the young woman alone, but unless their involvement would cease to sweeten the pot in the lovemaking with all sorts of lovers she sincerely doubted she'd ever succeed.

"We could call it a day and rest for the remainder of the night, I've already enjoyed myself plenty and there is no need for you to carry on when you're troubled by these thoughts of yours." She smiled, however, uncaring of the decision due to their pleasant beginning and those tender moments she hoped would occur more often without incidents occuring prior to these events.

By the looks of it she toyed with an idea though, briefly glancing toward the bath Rhaine had departed from not one minute ago. "I'd probably take a shower beforehand so if you'd like to join me before I tuck you in, I'd be delighted."

Likely accepting the offer resulted in something sexual, leaving the truth about what Ania understood or meant by tucking her in unanswered and yet there was the promise of more, the comforting warmth of their bodies pooled together beneath streams of hot water, relaxing tense muscles and concluding the day with a memorable experience such as spending the entire night with an inhabitant of the island.