“Partner? Love?” Daphnee blinked a bit as if confused for a moment though this issue had come up with Ann, her senior prefect who clearly loved Vera.

“Yes, but not in that way. If and when she wants attention then I grant it to her … no, grant is not the right word, she is entitled to use me as she sees fit. I do love her though in a nonsexual sense of the word.

“There is another that vies for her affection and I will not get in her way. I choose to serve as best as I can, however she sees fit.”

Of course there had been sex involved on occasion though hers had been a role of servitude for the most part where she did not deny her Mistress a thing. She had no idea as to his thoughts though but they were possible of course, so very possible, though outside of this other than when drugged or due to the influences of a monster she had been straight, another means that kept her isolated in that there was little relief against the beasts here, no affection to look towards at least on an equal level. She was the affectionate Pet and never imagined that she would rise above that, not that she had wished to usurp Ann there. She liked Ann and got along with her.

Though there was that one time with Stephanie when she was in training as a Prefect not too long ago in fact. It was after she was attacked, and though she could not recount her tales she did listen and felt sorry for the girl, she had know what her first time was like though that was but once, a cry for comfort that she could not ignore.

She could feel him contemplating in the darkness though she was not aware of his thoughts as they were formed. She had only imagined what his motives where, it was easy enough to figure out who she worked under, probably easy to infer from that whom her Mistress was. But he made no inclination of having any sorts of motivation there.

Vexces could almost hear his fantasy bubble pop. He tried hard to understand what the human was trying to explain. He wasn’t so sure he was comprehending it very well. A love situation without sex...no, with sex, but without the desire to have sex...or something along those lines. That, and there was another girl involved who did love this mistress. So now there was some sort of love pyramid scheme...Vexces decided to cut his losses and wrote the entire mess off as complicated human female nonsense.

The alien had to admit that the relationship was about par for the course, considering how complicated Daphnee was as an individual. The important thing to take from the conversation was definitely that the girl held a great admiration for her mistress, but it was not founded on traditional romance. He would certainly keep tabs on this relationship. Perhaps he’d have to do a little extracurricular work to find out who these other girls were. Daphnee was a prefect, which meant that she worked under one of the head girls. Through such a contact, it would be easy to put names and faces to all the girls that associated closely with his captive.

Vexces took a long pull from his cig while he strode over his desk. He let the vapor curl out of the corners of his mouth, as he poured a glass of alien spice wine. In a curious mood, he decided to look through the clothes that Daphnee had brought along with her to see what outfits they would have available to play with in case the mood struck him. It was unlikely that he would put clothes back on his prey until she was due to return to the dorms, but perhaps it would be fun to giftwrap the girl in something sexy for a little while. He let his tentacles rummage through the articles while his hands busied themselves transferring between placing the cigarette and the wine glass to his lips.

“What about this Therion fellow,” he asked casually without looking over his shoulder at the gorgeous victim still laying on his bed, “tell me about your encounters with it.”

There had been nothing sexy in the way of clothes in her pack. Mainly her back up clothes should she be attacked she did not have to run around naked. /she had the habit of bringing her survival bag everywhere with her. Flashlights, maps, extra batteries and clothes, that sort of thing.

There were also snacks in their too along with a bottle water, two of those this time around. She can feel him contemplating, as the only sexy things would have been her lavender under garments/ There was her green sleeveless shirt, khaki shorts and a pair of sturdy hiking boots and extra sockets.

She bristled at the name, shifting on the bed and glancing up at the dark ceiling as she processed the question. Then shifting back up on her forearms she glanced towards him. “He's a bastard. A demon I think that uses shadows.” She never knew where he or one of his minions were though either she had been beyond caring about the consequences to herself or he had been amused by her torment was not so easy to determine.

“I don't know how many minions … how long … it was sometime after dawn that he finished. He was trying to separate me from my Mistress, to get me to serve him I think … in the end there were so many minions I lost count. I think towards the end he relented but he made me suffer. Made me endure and threatened my Mistress if I didn't.”

She was filled with anger and sat up hooking her arms about her knees as she drew them up to her chest.

“That collar … it's the only thing I own. Everything else is my Mistress. She let me keep that collar, my greatest and only treasure and he tainted it, cursed it.” Daphnee sighed. “I hate that damn thing now. No other human can see or hear it. I cannot remove it myself as hard as I try and not only am I to submit to him or his brother when they show up but any time I hear to bell go off I am to yield to whatever is around or he'll attack my Mistress.

“Same goes with talking about the attacks with another student. I don't know if it is his plan to isolate me, to begin simply by corrupting what I loved, thinking that he could corrupt the bonds between myself and my Mistress ...” again she sighed and shook her head, still uncertain as to what she was going to do there. She had not seen him in a bit but had a sense that he was always watching, waiting for the right moment to strike ...

From the way Daphnee described her encounter with Therion, it sounded as though she had been gang raped. Vexces didn’t see the appeal in such debauchery. He supposed he could understand the grounds on which such a devastating experience would entertain certain dark minds, but it certainly wasn’t for him. Anything more than two females and himself was making things more complicated than they needed to be. Besides, Vexces was beginning to think he might be a little possessive of his prizes.

The monster was a little disappointed at the bland selection of alternative clothing at the student’s disposal. The lavender lingerie had promise, especially since he’d gone and ripped up Daphnee’s sexy, green panties. Actually, her previous green outfit with the substitution of purple underwear just might work. He looked back over to where her initial clothing was strewn along the floor. His dark gaze slowly traced the articles one by one until they led his eyes to the bed, where the naked girl now sat with her knees up against her chest.

She certainly did look isolated, and alone. He wondered if Therion would be pleased with the pitiable way she seemed to be in now. Down here, trapped with an inhuman sexual predator. Vexces wondered if the girl’s mistress, or if any of her fellow students noticed her absence or worried about her safety. His scope broadened, as he began to wonder if the young woman had family or friends back home that might think about her. She would likely never see any of them again; would anyone miss her? What would they think if they could see her in this predicament now?

Vexces set his empty wine bottle on the desk. He turned around, and slowly made his way back to the side of the bed. As he walked, he took one last, long pull from his cigarette before he flicked it across the room to the black storage cube, where the tiny item disappeared beneath its surface. A single tentacle snaked down, and cupped Daphnee’s chin gently. The alien guided the girl’s face upwards to look him in the eyes.

“A word of caution, girl: you may not be with your mistress forever. You must begin making preparations for such an event. Though you may be separated physically, you can maintain the bond that you share with her in your heart for the rest of your life. Nothing can force you to forsake that, except yourself.

“Cherish the memories you make with her. Commit her words to your mind, and the picture of her face to your heart. Honor her memory by living by the lessons that she teaches you. Then, even if you should part ways and never see one another ever again, you will always have a part of her with you.”

No one would miss her back home … she was neglected and shunned, ostracized by her peers she had no friends there and had been isolated on the outside looking in. It had been her choice to serve her Mistress, in exchange for that loneliness she had been given a sense of purpose there was an aim and she wasn't alone any longer.

Daphnee had made a few associations here since the start of her schooling, though not many. None that she had been really close to any way save for a passing acquaintanceship with them. But if people could see her now, if they understood, perhaps they would have reevaluated their position on their previous thoughts.

Therion had done a number on her that night … his brother was suppose to be bad but given the situation she had received healing from him, he had not forced himself onward … granted he saw some of what went on and chose to do nothing but she wouldn't have expected him to interfere.

There was a bit of sadness in her eyes, the memories that she had relived were disturbing but she had endured it all for her Mistress who would never know about it … what was more disturbing was that she had surmised some of the truth.

Kakumaoh had not told her, but she had figured out that he spoke the truth and did not lie saying nothing at all. She had figured out a few things. She did not know how far matters went, did Vera know about the guests? According to Therion he had visited her once but Therion could have been lying. Even if she could speak about her attacks she doubted that she could brooch that topic.

She had been told … well … she did not know what was true or not … so she had made or had been trying to make preparations but was failing miserably on that account. Vexces had confirmed the eventual fate that she had worked out for herself.

“I know ...” he tone was a bit meek as if she did not wish to admit that. It was still two years away, she had two years to try to figure things out …

“I cannot make those preparations, not until … even considering such now is a sign of disloyalty to my Mistress so until such a time I cannot make any preparations but must adapt if ...” she shook her head not wishing to dwell on it further. Two years … she had that long at least to figure something out, perhaps she could get an extra year out of it if she took grad courses, only time would tell though.

She glanced away then back to him. It was just another little torment on this island she would have to face in time.

Vexces could see the look of painful understanding in his victim’s eyes. It was as though she knew exactly what he was alluding to. Perhaps she had learned about the full horror that was being played out here behind the facade of this human center for education. The way she stammered about losing her mistress made it truly clear just how devoted this girl was. She did not have to come to grips with this right now, though. There was plenty of time for her to cope, but Vexces was glad that she rationally accepted the fact that she was going to have to learn to move on from her mistress someday.

“Now, now, girl there’s no need to become upset. I just want you to know what the future might hold, so that you will not shatter when, and if, such an event occurs. Do not speak of dishonoring your mistress; you are honoring her right now by being here in this place with me. You are here because of her. She is pleased with you because of the bargain that you struck, for her sake and not your own," the big alien reached down and scooped up his pale captive gently into his arms.

He turned, and slowly carried his lovely prize back to the desk. After a couple of his tentacles swept all of the items off to one side, Vexces carefully lowered his human captive on top of the desk’s surface. Alien hands and tentacles directed Daphnee’s body into just the pose he was after. Her body was laid on her back, but with only her butt touching the desk itself. Tentacles lined themselves along her back to keep her arched up, and others held the girl’s arms so that her upper torso was propped up on her elbows.

More tentacles curled affectionately around the girl’s thighs. The monster slowly parted the young female’s legs until they were at a 90 degree angle from one another. Once his prize was perfectly posed for what he had in mind, he kissed her dominantly. A feral growl of approval rose up out of his throat as he tasted those soft, creamy lips once more.

'Might' a surge of hope filled into her bosom. Either he was trying to keep her spirits up or such a fate had not been carved into stone, that there was a means of escaping that method. For some time she looked for a means of escaping such a fate with Vera going on the assumption she did not know of these things, that Therion was lying to her. Going by that assumption since she had the knowledge it fell to her to take those steps.

Of course she was no closer to a real plan to make that happen but now that it was clear that fate could be eluded in some way she had to reevaluated the matter. Instead of being locked into thinking it was an absolute like 1 plus 1 always equaling 2. But if she could escape fate … what was in place that allowed for that she wondered. Her guesses tended to be hit or miss but there was no mistaking that she was sharp girl.

He was probably right. Loyalty had landed her here, the means of serving those first few days unhindered . She did not so much as mind as being here “because of her Mistress” if it served her Mistress, she would do it without hesitation. Even if it were Therion again.

She was brought to the desk, brake time was over as she was set down feeling his tentacles supporting her. Her legs spread wide so he had the perfect view of her sex as it was opened to him. It was moist, her juices, his cum, her lips taken again, her hands seizing his sides and holding onto him as he did so, her mouth opening slightly for the admittance of his tongue.

Vexces cradled the teen’s head with one of his hands as he accepted her invitation into her mouth. His agile, alien tongue darted within. Immediately, it found the girl’s tongue and captured it in its coils. With fluid movements, the alien’s tongue milked Daphnee’s helpless, pink muscle.

After a few more moments of oral domination, Vexces retreated from his captive so that they could both catch their breath. He felt her delicate hands upon the sides of his body, which leaned over hers on the desk. The two tentacles that gripped the girl’s thighs suddenly pulled her body until her butt moved to the very edge of the desk. They then guided those same legs to close slightly until they rubbed against the alien’s hips.

The monster growled with pleasure at the sensation of those soft inner thighs rubbing against him. Another of his hands dipped down, as he used the backs of his fingers to graze the girl’s lower abdomen. They drifted lower, and the hand suddenly flipped to bring those same fingers to skilfully rub his prey’s young sex. He watched her expression lustfully as he explored those familiar petals.

Without having to look, a tentacle reached over to retrieve an open bottle of alien spice wine from the far edge of the desk. He placed a hand against Daphnee’s upper back, and gently pushed her chest out in full, glorious presentation. While he held her in this pose, the tentacle poured some of the cool liquid into the hollow of her neck. The alien watched only for a moment as the wine spilled over her pale skin, before he drifted down to begin licking up the mess. The wine had spilled all over the female’s chest, but Vexces was meticulous as he sucked up every drop off of her flesh.

Angled thusly, her mouth taken with authority, with dominance, she gasps as it is taken, green eyes sparkling upward as he gazes up at him from below, her body drawn forth as that alien member plays with her senses.

She gasps, feeling that sensation, keenly that touch that he disbelievers to her, first one way then the other, her eyes press closed for a moment, her body shudders beneath his as he dashes his hand against her sex. “OH!”

Wine. She can smell the spiced alcohol in the substance, the sudden cool liquid intense … if her nipples had not been hard before they certainly would have been though she feels a dull ache rush through each as the blood pulses through her veins.

She had never been a big drinker, alright there was the one beer she had nursed when she infiltrated that party but she had not been invited to parties back home or sought to crash them.

That tongue swept against her skin though, her chest rising and falling as he methodically licked her skin clean of the wine that he delivered to. “UNH!” Her hands grasping his sides as she worked, her legs either side of his hips loosely pressed to his hips.

The alien’s slick, long tongue raked across Daphnee’s pale flesh with patient precision. Vexces chased down every streak of wine, and cleaned up every drop that persisted on that perfect skin. His lips kissed the girl’s skin any time he had to drink up a tiny puddle, such as what had collected in the hollow of her neck, before he licked the area completely clean with his tongue.

He backed away just long enough to pour some more wine over those perky breasts. There were plenty enough reasons to pay some attention to those perfect globes already, but the wine turned it into a fun game. Vexces traced the runners of liquid down along the sloping sides of each soft mound. He saved the hard peaks for last, but spent plenty of time on them when he finally came around to each pink nipple.

As the monster suckled hard at Daphnee’s second teat, his tentacle slowly drizzled the remaining wine down across the teen’s flat abdomen. Angled as she was, the fluids quickly streaked over her stomach, slipped over the edge and poured into her lap. There, two of the alien’s fingers thrust rhythmically into the female’s tight sex in order to force some of the sweet liquid inside of her body. His thumb capitalized on the situation by simultaneously rubbing directly against her sensitive pearl.

Her eyes closed as her head tossed back, shocks of violet hair dangling down towards the floor as his tongue moved against her neck, the slow licks stirred her back up and brought her mind back to why they had been here in the first place.

This was no therapy session where she laid down on a couch and spilled her guts. She had plenty of those at the hospital and she had hated each one.

“Monsters aren't real ...”

“Overactive imagination ...”

The irony then was that the monsters were not real. But now … wine was poured over her tight nipples. “UHHH!” That tongue simply lapped up the wine she was clearly smelling and though her hands halted where they were at his sides he certainly was not through as he finished pouring out the bottle against her abdomen. Her eyes shooting open as she felt the press of sudden fingers inside her, her internal temperature jumping about ten degrees.

“OHHHHHH GAAAWWWDDD!!!” She shivers, her passage closing around those fingers as she panted with the sudden warmth that she felt, heat rushing towards her nether regions indicating a quick conquest on his part ...

Daphnee’s spirited cry caused a small, mischievous chuckle from her alien captor. Vexces released the girl’s nipple, and quickly began to descend down her stomach. Kisses and licks cleaned soft, pale flesh as the monster made his way south. He paused for just a moment at her navel. His lips pressed around the cute dimple so that he could suck the juice that had collected there, and then pulled away just an inch so that his tongue could finish cleaning her navel completely.

All through this time, his fingers continued to mix a sexual cocktail inside of the female’s sex. As her internal muscles squeezed his alien digits, the monster felt his own sex become fully aroused. By the stars, he would never tire of this tight pussy. In little time, his mouth had reached her lap. His fingers retreated, and his hand repositioned itself flat against the skin just above her mons. While his thumb continued to directly stimulate that delicate clitoris, his mouth now pressed fully against those feminine petals.

His long, agile tongue wasted no time, and drove straight up inside of that tiny passage. He groaned loudly as he tasted the sweet mixture that waited for him there. The whip-like muscle quickly made its way deep inside of her silken sheath as it sought to lick up every drop of wine hidden within.

She knew it was coming well before it came feeling as he crept down her body. His tongue diligently cleaning her as he went, strong licks. He had been patient enough to mark each portion of her body, to thoroughly clean her as a bubbling heat continued to build up with the ardent of his tongue at last as his fingers drew out of her it had been a bit much, at least as far as keeping it altogether.

Her body crashed around him feeling those walls crush down on his tongue which had been more pliable than his fingers or cock. There was less thickness to entrap within her, that muscle more willing to be crushed without any lashing effect.

“OHHHHHH GAAAWWWWDDDDDD!!!” She cried out as her heated walls went to work, that liquid heat being generated in a moment as juices lined her pink walls leaving her a gasping mess as her head lolled back and forth with the onslaught she was placed through, a hand at the back of his head holding him their against her as she came hard and fast beneath his ministrations.

Vexces purred as his sensitive captive quickly reached orgasm. The young student was impressive, as she always was during her peaks of ecstasy. This time, the fierce grip of her inner muscles was able to overpower his long, slender tongue. It was a unique and incredible sensation to be literally trapped inside of Daphnee’s pussy while she came. He tasted her sweet juices mixed with the last traces of the wine he had forced into her.

He felt the girl’s delicate fingers caress the bald back of his head. His pretty, little female urged him closer into her lap, as if he could get any closer to her than he was now. Still, he appreciated the gesture whether or not it was driven by instinct, or some aspect of her own will. In return, the alien moved the hand in his captive’s lap to her hip. In this way, they clung to each other through the length of the teen’s orgasm. Down here, in this dark lair, these two unlikely beings were suddenly bound together in this moment of shared debauchery.

The inhuman creature had to wait until Daphnee had calmed enough to release her hold on his tongue before he could even consider leaving her lap. Before he departed, he kissed those soft petals several times in predatory adoration. That began a whole trail of kisses that he began to plant along the young woman’s body as he began to ascend her figure. At long last, his lips made their way back to hers. After he had tasted her mouth once again, he parted from those sweet, soft lips and stared down into those gorgeous, green eyes.

“My dear, your orgasms are a thing of pure beauty,” he whispered to his captive, “but we both know we are not finished so easily. Catch your breath, and then tell me when you are ready to receive my cock.”

That she knew all too well by this stage, her breathing quite irregular, her body twitch in those after shocks with her hips jerking beneath him as her body attempted to keep her imprisoned as her bliss had been drawn out.

It must have seemed so easy for him, acquiring that orgasm as his tongue worked over and through her. He had not seemed disappointed though but rather seemed delighted by the prospect. She nodded as he spoke though.

“O-OK,” she responded. Minutes had ticked off where she had recovered to the point that she had trusted herself, her body as she nodded again in the confines of that room from atop that desk.

“Ready ...” she responded at last, still there was the occasionally jerking motion of her hips as she panted there and expected him to advance their cause.