The quick groping hands test the firmness of her bosom, the suction to her nipples quite intimate, if not a bit nonconsensual. They still plump nonetheless, reacting to the stimuli as planned. Then as the fingers draw from Lacey's sex, her legs are released, only to be grabbed again behind the knees, raised to her abdomen, thighs spread, crotch of her suit kept pulled aside as those eyes look straight at her sex, juices clouding the water.

"Hfff....Hhaaaahhh..." It's hard NOT to make noise when one's being teased and caressed just so. She doesn't want this...and at the same time, that familiar warm glow rises slowly, flaring into a burning need. Again, she's losing this fight. The 'hands' at her breasts, the 'fingers' pushing into her honeyed walls...it wasn't joking earlier when it'd told her about being experienced in these matters. She squirms a little more at its touches now, body feeling warm despite the cold water surrounding her.

"No, don't--!" She cries out as the fingers slip from her, pushing her onto her back and spreading her legs, pushing her legs up against her taut tummy to keep them out of the way. Not believing that it can happen, she actually manages to blush a little brighter; she'd barely managed to cut off her cry before telling the creature not to stop. How is it that she's gotten so into this...? She barely manages to bite her lip and silence a cry as those hands at her breasts manage to suck at her peaks again, tugging so delightfully on them. She can't stop the shiver of joy that runs through her body as the thing teases her so.

She notes the yellow eyes peering at her twitchy little center, watching it squeeze and clench at the rhythm those now-absent fingers used until recently. She squeezes her eyes shut, silently willing her body to stop putting on a show for this creature, willing herself to stop being both embarrassed and excited by that intent stare.

"Wh-why are you...staring at me like that?" She asks in a small voice, much different from the belligerent tones she's been using up til now. Her embarrassment won't be so easily willed away, it seems. And her body gleefully ignores her minds pleas to settle down and show some modicum of restraint, her hips still squirming ever so slightly as though inviting the creature to explore some more.

"You put on a good show, despite all that whining and complaining. Probably why so many monsters have snatched you up already." The hands around Lacey's breasts readjust, fingers rolling her nipples, pinching the peaks, thumbs providing a little suction at the tips, her mask's permeable membrane allowing her proper oxygen as well as a clear view of the pool around her, still deserted. A large phallus starts to emerge from the goo, pushing at her sex, giving a twist. "Certainly it is a hassle, but in a way, your body has started to adapt its own coping mechanisms. Oh, the monsters may keep coming, but you'll know how to sate them quickly, and the sooner they leave you alone. Oh...I'm sorry, that sort of sounds like an insult. I did not mean it to be. I am not saying that you have become so used to sex that you have become addicted..."

"Hhhnnn! Sto--ahhh!" Her sensitive peaks are tweaked now by those fingers, the thumbs suckling at her tips and making her quake. That continued stare into her depths isn't helping...why does it excite her so much?! Tied down, unable to stop this thing from taking what it wants from her, she shouldn't be this wet!...Pool water notwithstanding...

"Oh wonderful! So glad I can entertain you and my being upset about this isn't a huge inconvenience!" She glares at the creature as it sums up her body's reactions so clinically. "S...shut up! Don't speak so casually about things like that! It's kind of a big deal to me, you know. It's not just some little piece of data to m--EEk!" She squeaks in surprise as something large and squishy presses up against her stimulated little flower. Naturally her sex clenches at the touch as though inviting the thing inside, but her mind is of the impression that her body may be insane. No way is that going to fit inside her easily...

"C...come on! Just...you sound like you've got plenty of information for your trouble thus far...can't we call it quits already?!" Part of her really wants to see if that phallic shape will maybe fit after all, which is what really worries her here. Regardless of her brain's estimations, her sex is wet and ready to go whenever this creature is. Not a very convincing way to tell the thing she wants nothign to do with it...

She stops for a moment and stares at the creature, open-mouthed. "THAT'S what you're apologizing for? Possibly insinuating that I'm hooked on sex?" She shakes her head disbelievingly. "It's insulting, to be sure but...don't you think the capture and rape of another being is SLIGHTLY more offensive than some thoughtlessly harsh words?" For a few seconds, she actually forgets to be afraid of the thing laying siege to the gates of her inner sanctum.

The invader makes its presence know by pushing deep inside Lacey, probably thicker than anything the girl has had inside her up to this point, but as she squeezes around it, the gel starts to mold around the muscles, memorizing every curve as it fills her womanhood . The hands grip tight on her legs and breasts, head yanked upwards to look at the rippling pool surface above, so calm despite the tempest gong on below, then, the blob just starts...humming? Wait, isn't this a song she recognizes?

She can feel it, kind of like a sixth sense, as the thing prepares to enter her. "Nononono, wait, don't--HHHhahhhhhh!" Lacey's body arches as the creature forsakes responses to her protests in favor of filling her with that thick member, pushing it into her. It's odd, though...as she clenches over it, an effort to keep from feeling what she's sure will be splitting pain...the thing inside her yields to her muscles. It seems to conform itself to her even as it pushes deep inside...cool and gel-like within her it actually feels...kind of nice? "Mmmhhh..." She murmurs an apprehensive moan, waiting for the other shoe to drop. In her experience, nice only lasts so long.

The hands at her chest continue their art, and now that she's filled with that thick phallic tendril, there's just no stopping the inevitable rolling motions her body makes. Her back arches, offering her breasts to those teasing hands and suckling fingertips. Her arms struggle with the hands that bind them behind her, but that's mostly the only resistance she puts up now, her hips actually starting to grind down on the thing inside her, the cool touch feeling sweet to her heated flower. "Ahh!" She gasps softly as her hair is pulled, forcing her head back and exposing the slender and strong column of her neck to the invader while giving her a view of the way the light dances over the rippling pool surface. It's actually kind of pretty...

Her thoughts are torn from the pretty lights on the surface as something starts happening. The blob is...humming? And that song...oh God, she knows this song. "S...seriously...AH! You're...going to rape me...to Tom Cochrane?" She's not sure whether it's ironic or not that the thing is humming "Life is a Highway" while it takes her...although it is kind of interesting that she can feel the vibrations deep in her core. An insane little urge to sing along filters through her mind and is swiftly beaten down. NO. She WILL NOT defile Tom Cochrane that way. The vibrations though...her body certainly doesn't mind the idea of riding THOSE all night long.

Cangelosi stops mid-thrust and mid-grope, almost self-consciously (if you can call a tentacled shapeshifter that) drawing her head back to stare at her. "I...I'm sorry, was that an inappropriate song choice? I didn't want to have that add to the trauma or anything. I'll just do my experiments in silence if that helps.". The thrusting continues after a pause, the tormentor breaking eye contact, almost ashamed at such a trip up. It has hoped it was not one of her favorite songs, for it probably be forever tarnished with association with this molestation.

Her heart gives a little throb at the almost sad look in those yellow eyes --So cute and sad! - SERIOUSLY?! Falling for this routine now?!-- and she feels a little guilty for an insane moment. People whistle while they work sometimes...granted, they don't generally count rape as work, but still...Besides that, the vibrations have stopped. The tendril inside her feels nice all on its own, but the vibrations HAD felt lovely...

She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes a little sigh of resignation --can't believe this...DEFILING Tom Cochrane...-- "You...don't have to stop..." She murmurs quietly. "It...it didn't feel awful...and I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings." The part of her mind screaming about how insane this entire ordeal is absolutely howls at the apology she offers. WHY would she apologize to the thing raping her?! But she's already said it. And besides, she'd felt pretty awful for making it seem so dejected like that...if nothing else, it's been gentle with her where others have been rough.

She opens her eyes and sees the yellow eye stalks looking off to the side, ashamed of its conduct, and she feels even worse than before. Then again, maybe she can make it up a little...--can't believe I'm doing this...shameful to say the least...--

"Life's like a road you travel on,
When there's one day here and the next one gone,
Sometimes you bend, sometimes you stand,
Sometimes you turn your back to the wind.

There's a world outside every darkened door,
Where the blues won't haunt you anymore,
Where the brave are free and lovers soar,
Come ride with me to the distant shore.

We won't hesitate, to break down the garden gate
There's not much leeeeft today..."

Voice high and clear despite the fact that she has to hold back moans and gasps in response to the blob's attentions, she sings the song for him all the way up to the chorus, encouraging him with her voice to join in again. She ignores the grumbling dissatisfaction in her mind and chooses instead to let her body roll a little more with the creature's ministrations. He feels bad about possibly ruining a song for her; isn't turnabout fair play? Shouldn't she perhaps feel a little bad about ruining work for him? Her mind screams no, but her body votes yes. It had felt wonderful when he'd hummed...

The blob would continue humming again, sounding suspiciously like the baseline to the song as the cock turns, twists inside Lacey, going in directions a normal cock would without breaking, the marvels of its silicone-based construction. The breasts get squeezed in turn, imitating the drumline, nipples as cymbals, almost like a one-man band playing the redhead siren like an instrument as a sneaky tendril starts to slide between her buttocks...

GOD it feels good! The athletic student can't help but quiver around the tendrils in her sex and on her breasts, all of them vibrating against her, within her, caressing her and covering her in lovely sensation. It doesn't take long before her song is punctuated by gasps, moans and whimpers.

It's almost amusing once she realizes that he's teasing her body in rhythm to the percussion for the song. Even without actual music, just feeling what he's doing with her body, she can almost hear the whole song playing out, the humming on point and in tune.

"L..Life is a highway,
I wanna ride it...NH!...all night long!
If you're goin' my way,
I wanna d-drive it all night long!"

The only driving that concerns her right now is the amazing way that shaft feels as it pushes into her. It's incredible, feeling him fill her like that, stretching her walls as it shoves its way into her, and humming within her the whole while. She stiffens a little as she feels another invader stroking its way against her backside, between the firm cheeks that hide her rear passage.

A little flutter of apprehension is answered by one of curiosity; what happens if he vibrates his way in there against the one in her sex? A small whimper slips from Lacey's lips, and her hips give a grudging little roll back against the exploring tentacle, as if inviting the thing inside her. She cringes in disappointment as she realizes that's exactly what her body is doing, inviting more attention to itself...

And possibly the most disappointing thing to her, in all of this, is that she catches herself wondering if the blob knows any songs with a heavier bassline. Mother would be so mortified to know what's become of her daughter...something about that thought makes her sex clench hard around the tendril within, her athletic little body quivering in the creature's grasp as she rides him to the rhythm of their song.

Cangelosi was certainly riding Lacey to the limit, the clear gel tightening on her wrists, knees forced against her chest, spread wide as her pussy is stretched to maximum just as the other tendril claims her rear. It had been reluctant to try at first, but the blob could tell she was indeed flexible. The thin membrane between her orifices is fully massaged, taint resting on the softer, more vibrant patch of goo, hands melting on the nipples, now covering her breasts, still squeezing them perfectly as it chiggers, keeping up the low thrumming baseline.

"Through all the cities and all these towns,
It's in my blood and it's all around, nhh...
I love you now like I loved you then,
This is the road and these are the hands...Mmhhhn!"

She shudders as her legs are pushed up higher still, spread wide to allow the blob all the access to her body it can possibly want. She drops the lyrics to the song with a series of loud moans. There's just no way to keep singing...that thrumming within her and against her is just too much! She quivers as he takes her, his 'hands' melting down and covering her breasts completely, squeezing and sucking and massaging her modest orbs in perfect rhythm despite her own dropped song.

Her sensitive nipples, her clit, her sex...all stimulated by his interesting musical talents. She can feel herself approaching her climax, rising up to that golden peak with a dizzying swiftness. Naturally, it's at this point that he decides to pick up the pace further still, and slips the exploring tendril into her from behind.

"OH, GOD! MMMMHHAAAAaaaaahhhnnn!" Wailing in orgasmic fury She quakes as the blob answers her earlier question, pushing his tentacle into her rear passage, filling both her entrances with his vibrating music. Her athletic frame arches hard against the binding tendrils that hold her down, muscles working hard as he brings her off, her sex and her rear tunnel clenching tight around the invading tendrils as though trying to milk them.

"G...God, don't stop..." Her hips grind down at both of them as they vibrate together, stroking at each other through her walls, making her depths quake with continued climax. He stretches her so sweetly and fills her so full with the sound of his song...her body quivers as though SHE'S the one made of gel as he toys with her body.

And Cangelosi doesn't stop, the clear gel becoming lighter, refracting light, surrounding Lacey's despoiled body with rainbows as it absorbs as much of her nectar as it could, the water clouding slightly, nipples twisted, probably sore and red from all that suction and tweaking. The mask reforms around her face, keeping the eyes covered, the mouth slowly pressed on by a phallus itself for her to suckle. Indeed they were closing in on an ultraorgasm, and one much needed as the blob could tell from her aching muscles.

Despite earlier offers and intentions, Lacey doesn't bite down on the phallic tendril that slips its way into her mouth. Instead her lips wrap happily enough around it while her tongue moves to greet it as it enters, slipping gently over the cool gel that comprises the creature currently holding her.

"Mmmhnnn!" Her cries of passion are muffled around the tentacle in her mouth. Even bound on her back as she is, she rolls her hips as best she can to meet each of the blob's thrusts, wanting him to fill her with his vibrating mass. The pain at the peaks of her breasts is little more to her than a spice for the pleasure she feels through her body; regardless of soreness, she continues to offer her chest up to his attentions, as she does with the rest of her body.

The light show that falls over her body makes her coo softly in delight around the thing in her mouth, --So pretty!-- her eyes delighting in the way the light dances through the creature's body and over her own as they move together. Her whimpers pick up pace and pitch as she grinds over the twin tendrils in her sex and her rear, breath catching whenever they rub against each other through her walls, making her clamp down on them.

She coaxes the tentacle in her mouth with tongue and lips, urging it further in still, her thoughts lost to the rising tide of a second orgasm that swiftly approaches. Desperately she reaches for that shining wave of bliss, her body positively starving for more. She matches the creature stride for stride, no longer fighting him at all as he ravages her body and makes her dance for his mysterious purpose, be it work or play.

After the second orgasm, Cangelosi swirls around Lacey like a whirlpool, the gel completely engulfing her like a transparent cocoon, her swimsuit sliding off, exposing her naked body to the churning substance, the whole body made to tingle from inside and out, the phalli inside her sponging her juices and saliva, drawing her stock straight, the electricity of the orgasm radiating through each of her abused erogenous zones, multiplying the sensations tenfold, nerves tingle, body quakes, ready to receive that last climax.