It does not stop, nor respond other than forming a tendril that presses over the hood of her clit. A slow rub to arouse her more. It then jams a tendril of slime against her lips. It flowing straight down her throat to her stomach.

While acidic it has a bitter taste. Not just that but she can breath the slime as if it were air. It could not harm her and absorbed the broken down contents of her stomach drawing that tendril away. A moment later it ejects the food which has not been digested enough.

Unable to dissolve flesh it had to let others eat and steal essence from them once it was broken down. Unfortunately Ortix's parent slime came upon someone who recently feed and the food had not been broken down enough.

It was hungry but at least it could still drink once she was ready enough and so it went to work on her clit and tits, it's excitement growing by the second considering that it wished to feed.

She stares at the little creature incredulously. "Right. Just...nh...just like dressing for...AH! For the weather. Sunny with a chance of rape." Shaking her head, she decides there's something seriously wrong with these creatures, to speak so simply and matter-of-factly about things like this. Lacey couldn't be happier to hear she's not the yellow-eyed creature's type; if nothing else, it means she has only one thing to worry about. But still..."You're here because of a STRAWBERRY bush?!" She rages, her outburst shortened by a moan as the tendrils of slime at her breasts give a squeeze, stroking over her peaks.

The redhead glares between the bush and the small thing observing her torment with such clinical detachment. "I swear...I'm going to--AAAHHNNNLLK!" The rest of that sentence is put on hold as the slime assaulting her body strokes a tendril against her clit, forcing the little nerve bundle out from beneath its hood and stroking it with wild abandon, and shoving a tendril down her throat, quite literally, when she opens her mouth in an outcry. God...she can feel it down in her stomach! Enough is enough! She bites savagely down at the tendril. It's doubtful that the thing will even notice, but she feels she has to do SOMETHING in answer to this most recent injustice. What the hell is it doing, anyway?!

She feels a little sick as she thinks that one through. It's in her stomach...is it looking for food?! She does her best to keep her own down at that realization. She glares at the slime as she tries gamely to bite through the tendril in her mouth, not caring whether or not she can actually manage it. She turns her eyes to the creature watching these goings-on, then looks over towards the strawberry bush, entertaining visions of arson out of sheer pique and indignation, for no reason other than to make the life of one of these creatures miserable.

She blinks in surprise as the tendril draws out of her throat, leaving her coughing and gagging at its withdrawal. Had her bites worked? More likely it'd decided it was done with her that way...an idea pops into her head, though she's less than eager to implement it...--God, I feel sick just thinking about this...--

"Nnngh....I have no clue...if you can hear me or not..." She pants to the slime as it readies itself to plunge into her sex, stroking her love button and her peaks with an almost religious zeal. Her eyes fix on the little yellow-eyed thing with a vicious and wicked grin. "But if you're hungry...well, strawberries are pretty easy to digest, you know? And there's a strawberry bush right behind us..." She doubts if the creature attacking her even understands what she's saying, but maybe the thought of having its precious strawberries destroyed will goad yellow eyes into acting.

“Yeah, I guess it's something like that. Today's forecast, lower seventies with the temperature dropping to the upper sixties had night, chance of rape … tonight, looks to be about 100%, Slarr.” He nodded at that though she seemed more taken back as to why he was here, what had interested him more, almost as if she were disappointed to not warrant his attention greater than that bush though to him that bush was far more important, those strawberries like crack to him and he was not always able to raid a dorm or the supplies in the mall to get strawberries in their natural state anyway.

“Oh, yes, those plants are rare throughout the island. A number of native plants pretty much choke them to death with all their weeds and such. But my buddy Birch sees to that one specifically so that it thrives,” he explained in great detail as if ignoring the fact that she was about to be raped.

“Going to what?” He looked back at her struggling body. “Your quarrel is misplaced, but do not try me. I assure you, you'll regret it.” Shifting his attention back to the plant he watched. It seemed to be out of danger with her being restrained though she was still struggling it didn't appear as if she could do a thing about it. He looks back as the slime makes a fuss about ejecting something and he could make out some partially dissolved pinkish liquid. Was that chicken?

Huh? What was going on now? His vision was quite acute in the dark but his hearing was nothing special. She was speaking to the slime but it wasn't the high pitched begging he would have expected so that drew his attention back to the pair as it stroke him as unusual ...

He was close enough to hear them now. He could “see” the stomach contents ejected from his father and knew that there should have been much more but his father tended to take a little taste. Clearly her meal had not digested all that much and Ortix only shook his head at how primitive and dependent his “father” was. It was from the slime infused with the Ashen scientist that he was created. Little did anyone realize that he died, that those memories had been implanted on the slime now, he had evolved … perhaps there were those that suspect, not likely though given how seamless that this absorption had been. No one thought he had been consumed since he retained a good deal of the memories and was still using aspects of his life in his other dealings amongst the stars.

His slime had the same ability to change color too and was a dark green. He noted that the other had not joined in but rather had his attention shift back and forth from a plant … he seemed concerned? He did not seem to be the type interested in botany but he slithered a little closer, close enough to hear Lacey speaking … so that was it, huh? He was unsure what the motives of this creature were but remained close anyway as Lacey was molested.

The slime did not respond to her words, or could not, but it halted possibly with the prospect of food. It understood! So it was not some mindless creature after all but often was seen that way by those that had come across it. Fortunately it could go long periods of time without needing to eat like a spider and could endure months between meals. Dani, Rhaine, Juniper, it was feeling a bit peckish after several months, more so it was hungry and near ravenous as it would enter that state in a few weeks.

For now it seemed to listen, a tendril still working at her clit though it started to stretch out in both directions as it began to flow behind her looking for this food, this strawberry.

It was tough … it could not see a motionless thing, just as Ortix couldn't. Ortix could see smiles or looks of pain from the shift in vibrations but if he entered a room and a student had been perfectly still he would know that something was there (provided that it was attached to the ground) but did not know immediately what it was. So while it could sense the trees and bushes, hanging fruit had often been ignored and unseen. But now it had been alerted that there was possibly something there, something to look for and given it's very nature it could stimulate her into offering up that drink while searching at the same time ...

Slarr? So she has a name for one of her tormentors. "Well Slarr, I'd say...nhhh...my quarrel is WELL placed indeed. AHH! You things go around...ooh...doing as you please with schoolgirls...and then-- MH!-- think yourselves above reproach?" She shakes her head a little.

The redhead quivers in the slime's grip, her body arching to its touches. Naturally just rifling around inside her like she's a cupboard or refridgerator isn't enough...there HAS to be rape, too. She takes a moment to curse this place and its inhabitants again...had she known before coming here what this place is like, she'd never have finished that application. Never turned it in...but things have progressed too far for her to take it back now.

Besides, she has a rare chance to fight back, even if it IS just a petty thing like taking away the yellow-eyed thing's favorite food. Still...it might stop her if she's not careful, and she doesn't want that. She doesn't like the prospect of getting its attention back on her...but then again, she's about to try something she dislikes even more, so what's the harm?

"So, can't even grow your own strawberries? What, inept at anything but rape and capture? And while I'm glad I'm not your type, I have to know; what IS your type? Strawberry-blondes, I bet." This thing seems to respond to taunts, if only a little, and it doesn't seem to mind talking about itself. Maybe a mixture of fishing for information and shots at its pride will focus its attention on her rather than the groping tendril of slime looking for the instruments of her revenge.

She quakes gently the whole time, the attention to her clit and her breasts having yielded plenty of moisture for the slime teasing her to partake of, should it so desire. She hates that thought; it's necessary to keep both things focused on different issues, but offering herself up to one of them to keep it on track is less than ideal. Still, there's not much she can do about it anyway, tied to the tree like this. Her spread thighs glisten lightly with her own sweet nectar, promising a taste better than a strawberry for the slime.

Her eyes flicker over to where the bush is. The tendrils are so close to the berries..."A little higher, and move left...the berries are on that side." She whispers to the thing molesting her. It's obvious enough that it has trouble seeing them, or else it'd have plucked some by now.

“Status qua. You are weaker, you must submit.” That was the case in Belzar society, the weak served the strong and that was why he was hiding out here. He had made plenty of enemies and until a few months back he served the Giant Thudd, not that he liked the Giant but he was stronger. Birch assisted them too, bullied by the Giant no doubt and occasionally he took sloppy thirds if his choice prey had been dished up or else he would go without.

He was fairly weak as a Belzar but something unusual has happened … he got a taste for dominance over Ania, that rush that a Belzar felt at control, for a change he was in charge though right now Ania had been away among the stars and Birch, well, at times Birch was moody but he could usually get Birch to tow the line if it came for wilderness encounters.

He looked back, his lemon yellow eyes narrowing at her. Planting wasn't one of his interests but how dare she imply he couldn't do it. “I have many talents and just because I may not be interested in you sexually doesn't mean I won't slowly burn you alive. Then, and only then as you beg in mercy I'll give you over to Ania or Birch, neither is as picky as I. And what is wrong with strawberry blondes? Providing it is natural of course …

“But since you ask, blondes and dirty blonds, brunettes to a lesser extent … that is about all, no other criteria need not be met.” He noted that the slime was moving soon after as if -

Lemon yellow eyes widen. “BITCH!” He realizes what she has done in time to save the precious strawberries though there is a spike of fear in his chest at the close call, he lets loose a blast of fire at the slime, a steady, no a frantic storm of fire is hurled at the creature without relenting in the least, those blasts that miss set alight vegetation but it burns only for a few seconds, either Slarr extinguishes them or the flames don't burn too long.

When the slime is driven off Slarr leaps out of the tree rushing to the plant first and foremost as if checking on it before glaring back at her.

Such a fire storm, such a passion over a stupid plant. His parent ooze had been hit and splattered over a dozen different times, struck cells actually incinerate, another difference between he and his father, fire was not as harmful to him and it was not a surprised that his father was driven off. Of course Lacey was still bound to that tree.

Slarr was in a huff as he approached and Ortix remained still until the Smoke Devil shifted his gaze back on Lacey where he grabbed his shoulder an eh …

The creature turned into smoke as if it was an automatic responded to that touch reforming close by instead, his attention shifting to Ortix.

“No fucking way pale! Not this time! Wait your turn!”

“Oh, I already had my fun with her. She's a stubborn one and chose to brave the night,” Ortix held up the bags he was caring, “I have a fresh change of clothes for her but I merely wish to watch.”

Slarr seemed suspicious, rubbed his chin then diverted his attention back to the girl. She wasn't going anywhere. “That was fucking stupid, bitch. You're just lucky ...”

He did not finish that as if not wishing to give that slime any additional information. He began to consider as a spark of flame ignited on his finger tip as he drew near ...

She doesn't listen to the self-important little toad as he prattles on about submission and blondes and brunettes. She looks at him often enough to make sure his attention is there, but otherwise her own focus is fixed on the bush and the slime's progress. Almost there...just keep the thing talking a little more.

Something he says catches her attention. She looks at the little creature incredulously. "Seriously? I was joking about the blonde thing, considering it's the only natural hair color with the word 'strawberry' in it..." She shakes her head. "Jeez, maybe I DO have you pegged...I guess for all the difficult monsters out there, there has to be a simpleton or two thrown in for fun..."

Gleeful spite fills her heart at the sight of that tendril reaching towards the strawberries. So close, so close! She'd cackle like a maniac if it wouldn't give her away. This will likely end up horribly for her, even if she succeeds, but it'll be worth it to see even ONE of these bastards denied a thing they hold precious....she urges the tendril on silently. Just ONE strawberry, that's all it'll take....though more would be nice...

"BITCH!"

"Merde..." She has time to mutter, just before a firestorm erupts all over the place. She flinches back from the heat and light flaring up all around her...hadn't known the little thing was carrying THAT kind of juice. The redhead manages to stifle a cry, however; something tells her that showing any more weakness than having been tied up to a tree conveys is a bad idea.

Despite her resolve to show no fear, she feels hysterical laughter that has nothing to do with humor bubbling up in her. That fire had startled her pretty badly, and after the day she's had...it's just too much. On the plus side, it'd made her main aggressor for the evening run away! That's something, right? She lets out a little titter of laughter, not quite able to stop it as she hears conversation behind her.

"Who's that? It sounds like my old friend Mistake! And here I thought I'd left you to rot in your boathouse! Came to see the great strawberry barbeque, huh?" She snickers, her mouth running wild as she fights to get her racing heart and thoughts under control. "Little pyro there...Slarr, was it? He's fond of strawberries. Wants to cook me though...I can't imagine why! I just wanted to see what they taste like!"

She eyes the little demon and its burning finger and grins, the sight unsettling to say the least. "You're going to hurt me now, huh? You've got big shoes to fill, Sparky. Your friend there spent a good portion of the afternoon seeing what interesting ways he could slice me up. And I swear by all that is holy..." She manages to show even more teeth somehow, threat implied in the gesture even tied down as she is. "If I walk away from this still breathing, I'm gonna torch EVERY strawberry bush I find! JUST for you!"

Has she gone insane? Most likely, for a moment or so. A mind can only take so much before the senses must adjourn. Part of her knows this is likely going to hurt a great deal...most of her couldn't care less. "The hell are you waiting for?! Marshmallows?! Get on with it! Jeez...had to wait til I was all tied up by someone else to make a move on me anyway! I bet you can't do ANYTHING on your own power, even after all that talk about the weak submitting. Just pitiful, I swear..."

Already beyond the point of no return, the redhead continues to spit venom and hatred, being heedless of consequences for words uttered. Berserk is likely a good word to describe Lacey at this point in time...were she free, she'd be doing everything in her power to lay waste to the reprehensible little thing, and Mistake too, for that matter, whether or not her efforts were doomed to failure.

Simpleton! He gave her a rather harsh look but he had been use to hearing worse and she had been little more than background noise. But his nature as a Belzar brought his focus to her often enough, gloating was just in their blood!

She was laughing? Laughing!? Normally he would have tossed around a few flames but his strawberries were threatened and he grew frantic, like a wolf defending a young cub. He unloaded enough juice were he felt more than a little woozy and to think that there was another fucker he had to deal with too before he could charge back up completely.

But Belzar made an art out of lying and bluffing too. Many saw them as “Devils” that always schemed and attempted to corrupt one's soul. It wasn't quite like that but like any Belzar he enjoyed bargaining too.

She had not been the first to make the comment about someone else restraining them, though why waste the effort? He had taught Vikky that these were matters of convenience and that he was more than capable of doing things for himself but he was irate, his strawberries had been threatened and her was as made as she had gone.

“Oh, you won't be walking away now! First I think I'll burn away your tongue, then fingers and toes, we'll just be starting to enjoy ourselves, but without a tongue you will be unable to beg for release, for death, until I grant you such a mercy -”

“My … not even I kill … we're not suppose to but I can't touch him, so it looks as if you're fucked -” Ortix gloated a bit though he was a bit concerned. Concerned that this fellow Slarr was taking it too far … he could intercede by threatening that plant he supposed but the little guy seemed so irate that even that wasn't likely to stop him.

It was probably best that he despair so that he wasn't associated in this mess with the school and all. “I'm glad you appreciated the work but I'll leave you two at it ...” With no need for the clothes now he left one of the two bags the other had a variety of foods that he was intending to eat and force her to taste as well as a few other surprises.

But as Slarr recovered his strength and Ortix left yet a fourth monster would appear drawn by the inense fire storm. Birch, the Yengal, stepped out of a near tree, the smell of burnt vegetation filling his nostrils.

A wine lashing out at Slarr at the same time bitch slapping him in the back of his head before Slarr had even noticed the new arrival.

“LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT YOUR FLAMES?” He shook his head, barely noticing Lacey at all as his ire was up until he looked at the mess of slime that littered the air … he saw it on the trees, saw that there was a redhead there … that struck him as odd, that was not Slarr's type. So this was torment, so why the slime and all that fire. He hated fire! Slarr new that, though he was not afraid of it he gave it a healthy degree of respect.

“What is up with this sapling? Her leaves are not the color you prefer. You know what, just get out, I don't want to deal with this tonight.”

He sighed, shaking his head as he surveyed the mess here that he had to clean up. The slime was going to be the hard part though he had an idea ...

"Then get TO it!" She roars at the little devil-thing, her own rage his match. She's been tortured to the point of passing out, fucked to the point of unconsciousness, forced to miss classes for the day, left to wander a jungle alone at night in the nude on a rape-happy monster infested island, had the contents of her stomach pulled out of her for God's sake, and then almost fucked again while being taunted by this little turd! Enough is enough, and she's FAR past the point of enough! "You talk a great deal for someone who isn't willing to dance! And here I still have my tongue! What's wrong, can't get the mojo up?! Bet you've got trouble getting OTHER things up too, huh?!"

What the hell is she DOING?! With an internal wrenching feeling, Lacey's sanity snaps into place once more, though definitely a bit late to the party. Tied down and STILL she taunts the pyromaniacal demon-thingy?! NOT a good way to ensure one's survival! She takes a look at the creature; it looks angry to the point of insanity...or maybe that's just how it looks normally, hard to tell. How is she going to get out of this? Maybe Mistake will...nope. Mistake is gone. Oh well, he'd probably have enjoyed watching her burn to ashes anyway. No help to be found there...and now things are looking REALLY bad...

THWIP-CRACK!

She blinks as what looks like a walking tree backhands the irate little imp with a vine, knocking it silly and sending it flying. The tree roars out with a mighty disapproval of the little thing's behavior...mainly, its decision to set things on fire. She realizes after a moment that the creature doesn't LOOK like a tree...well, it does to an extent, but still. The impression she'd mistakenly made had been due to the fact that the thing had stepped OUT of a tree. She's seen a trick like that before, although with shadows instead of trees; running away has just become a moot point, considering she's surrounded by jungle.

Still, she has to fight back a laugh. "All that talk about submission and dominance and you, a living matchstick, get put in your place by kindling?! Laughable." She snaps her mouth closed, cursing her smart ass attitude. If only she weren't so freaked out...maybe nothing will come of it. Or maybe it'll start some in-fighting again, like when the imp thing had burned the slime enough to scare it off...but she doubts it. The tree-man had slapped Slarr down like it was an every day occurrence. Something about their conduct tells her that nothing's going to make the little fire-starter jump at this newcomer...though he might get irritated enough to start in on HER while the new one does...whatever it's here to do. That would be bad...

The tree-man tells the imp-thing to leave and a little flicker of hope jumps up in the redhead's heart, setting her frayed nerves jangling; is it possible she'll come out of this still breathing after all?! Hope against hope...but then, there's always the other shoe to consider, isn't there? Such as the fact that even IF Slarr leaves, she'll STILL be in the clutches of a monster. For every silver lining, there is a cloud on the horizon. Newly and appropriately pessimistic, Lacey sighs discontentedly.

There had been murder in his eyes, Slarr was glaring at her, it would not be long before he could charge back up but Birch was glaring at him too. Slarr showed he could go insubstantial too and while Birch looked to be the stronger of the two it was unlikely that his attacks could hurt the Devil so why had he grit his teeth and disappeared. So invisibility had been among his suit of ricks.

Now though she had Birch's attention. “And I am not kindling, Sapling, I am Birch.” His tone was even though ad not full of rage as one might have suspected. He surveyed the damage about him and shook his head commanding some of the brush and vines to move and gathered up broken branches and the like in one pile while he stooped, picked up a stone.

He spat out some green enzyme and rubbed it against the stone. “Good ...” he seemed content enough that the enzyme worked with a bit of effort. He gazed at her then secured to the tree. Pausing he stared at her for a moment, as if her juices called to him but then snapped out of his transfixed state as he moved closer to her.

Rather than inspecting her like a piece of meat he made a quick once over of her as if checking for wounds then looked to the slime that restrained her.

“What are you called, Sapling?”

"Maybe not." That's her only response to the creature's objection to being called kindling. Not an apology by any means, but she's not running off at the mouth anymore; progress! She has to force herself not to shudder at the imp's ability to go invisible; that's going to make it hard to keep an eye out for vengeful pyromaniacs. That look he'd given her before he'd vanished had promised agony and death, and she isn't really eager for either of those things.

But still, there are sayings about the devil you know and the one you don't...and currently she's faced with the latter. She puzzles for a moment over the stone it holds, now wetted down with some green spit from the creature's mouth. What is this thing's purpose here, and why is it looking at her like that? She notices its gaze lingering at her inner thighs and her sex. Well of COURSE it does. What on this island doesn't seem to have an interest in her womanhood?! Oh no wait; there's a fire demon out there who prefers blondes. Such a relief, though probably not to the blondes of the island.

Lacey glowers at the creature and tries her best, though in vain, to cross her legs and hide her body from his view. She doesn't trust this thing anymore than she trusts anything else on this island. It looks over the rest of her, though whether it's looking for something specific or just making a general evaluation of her rape-ability, she can't quite say for certain. She knows that whatever it wants, it's probably not good...but then again, it hasn't started drooling and pawing at her yet. Ah, but the night is barely half over, joy and excitement.

"Lacey. My name is Lacey. If you keep calling me Sapling, I'm going to keep calling you Kindling. I'm not a tree." A bit surly...but really, she feels like she has the right to be so. It's been a long day, after all, and it just won't end, no matter how hard she tries. "So, Birch, what now? You spit on a few more rocks and ogle the nude girl stuck to the tree?"

“Fair enough, Lacey.” In the least he seemed even tempered as if expecting harsh tones and mistrust. That much was a way of life here but unlike Slarr or Ortix he raped for nourishment and his nutrients levels were adequate right now. He could have snacked to top up but Birch preferred to go as long as possible between “meals” though no one had come back so he knew it was for not. There were some sweet flowers within the mix though he never imagined that they would come back he had hoped.

“No,” he sucked on his thumb rubbing it against her arm and the bark of the tree before he realized something. No, that would probably injure the tree ... He had thought to wipe the slime off on the inside of the tree, refrained and had to take ten minutes or so of working at the slime to unattached her from the tree.

“I am going to clean out here as best as I can. The nannites should clean up most of the slime but I suppose I'll have to brew an enzyme just encase. Slarr will no longer bother you, not here at least. Stay, go, help out, it is your call.”

Once he had freed her though it seemed that his priorities shifted to cleaning up the carnage a bit or at least making it easier for the nannites later, whatever he was speaking about ...