Ania tended to relish her time with Slarr, a demanding albeit lecherous creature whose sexual preferences and admirably high sex drive happened to coincide with her own. He would oftentimes pound every ounce of coherent thought which lingered within the raven haired temptress into blessed oblivion effortlessly and much to his delight that curvaceous woman kept coming back for more. She worshipped him and bestowed unto her infernally talented playmate the deliciously thick bounty generated amidst her engorged breasts, providing an ample feast of strawberry milk he may gorge on to the fullest though if the loving huntress tended to be eager for more an infusion of potent aphrodisiac and a change in hair color normally compelled him to ravage the buxom predator until her brains had turned to soothing heaps of mush.

However, recently he had been upset beyond reason and now Ania drew near the school grounds in order to soothe her seething sense of blind rage. Slarr lacerated her supple flesh extremely thoroughly upon returning from her undertaking amongst the heavens above where not even the juiciest selection of strawberries could appease him, babbling on and on about the same red haired chick like none except that particular specimen existed on campus while cutting her lush breasts and slicing deep into the luxuriant expanse of her rump. It wouldn't have been terrible for her masochistic tendencies turned torment into pleasure, but even her body knew boundaries and he was aware of them, deliberately heading beyond each and every physical limit until he sated his mind with an adequate outlet. Sadist and masochist in a place like Shokushu, however, surely any student would view her as a saint for taking what might have been their punishment. Her wounds sealed themselves in little more than seconds either way, but the thought alone that someone else had been responsible drove her onward.

"What a fucking jackass .." Lavender colored lips part with an elongated hiss of disdain. Why did the hottest demonic lover on the island have the same bothersome mentality as a terribly pampered youngster?

But he never indulged in her appearance before leaving his beloved plaything spasming in the dirt below. He mentioned the name Lacey and described the lovely student in great detail, leaving more than enough to go on although Slarr never even apologised and simply dashed off in hopes of finding somebody else who'd willingly listen to his complaints about precious strawberries and how one of his favorite bushes had been picked clean. Now Ania desired to draw blood.

No, her mindset had been far from cruel. Someone was going to pay for both his anguish and her own, no matter how childish his motivations to lash out at one of his closest allies. She would never dare hurt him in hopes of submitting herself to the dominant Belzar, guzzling his demonic seed even though Ania wasn't exactly a succubus she certainly had the figure to impersonate one. Besides, he was aware of Rhaine and they had formulated an arrangement which defined that he would not touch her and in exchange receive blondes whenever he wanted or partake of the gorgeous alien minx herself though over time he seemed to prefer the latter. Whether naturally fond of servitude or not, Ania wished to avenge her beloved Master and her fury would only make the procedure far more gratifying.

She'd finished her research on where to find her target and set out in the morning, determined to prevent Lacey from even leaving her dorm for any early classes the girl might have at the time. Scaling the wall under the guise of darkness with suction cups upon her great many tentacles, the Lympha amazon settling down near the right window and nearly liquidised one of her tendrils in order to slither beneath the cracks, unlocking it with utmost prestidigitation before silently dropping inside.

Six monsters to this point. Seven monsters, really, but only six had actually laid hands to her body. Not a great win to loss ratio...especially considering the only reasons Slarr hadn't done anything to her were the facts that she isn't blonde...and Birch had stepped in and shut him down rather quickly. She hasn't managed an escape or a victory under her own power...and the time she'd tried her hardest to resist, she'd been cut and lashed and beaten into unconsciousness...only to awaken to the promise of more. THAT gem of a milestone-moment had happened all of five days ago. She'd been absent for half her classes five days ago, thanks to Ortix kidnapping her, and spent that night with Birch...then had taken a day off to recover from that night. She smirks. Okay, so maybe only five had attacked her...she'd kind of thrown herself on Birch. But still...

The bottom line in this story is simple; multiple monster attacks, even spaced out, do NOT help a girl to sleep well. Lacey finds herself tossing and turning most nights, kept awake by her imagination and any stray sound she might hear. This morning, for example; the heater kicking on had awakened her before even the pre-dawn gloom that she normally goes running or swimming in. She'd been on her feet, ready to fight or flee as either option became available...only to realize that it was a false alarm. Exhausted, she'd tried to go back to sleep...but thoughts of things coming to get her kept dancing through her mind. Resigned to another morning of minimal sleep, the redhead had rolled back out of bed, splashed her face with water, and dragged her sky-blue track suit out of her closet, dressing for a run under the hope that perhaps some exercise would help her wind down a little.

Which brings us to the present.

Lacey sits in the one chair in her room, lacing up the running shoes on her feet, growling in irritation as she pushes hair out of her face for the umpteenth time. How in the world had she forgotten to tie her hair back after washing her face?! "This lack of sleep is going to kill me..." she mutters softly to herself, finishing with her shoes. She slim redhead rises, testing out the job she's done by jogging in place for a few seconds, pleased to find that her shoes are properly laced and don't slip on her feet. Good, a small victory for the morning. She steps into the bathroom and grabs a hair tie, not bothering with a light; she knows where they are without it, even if it IS dark in there.

She pulls her soft red hair into a ponytail that hangs down to her waist, confident that THIS should help keep it out of her eyes for the morning. Another small victory! So imagine her dismay as, still pleased with her two tiny wins for the moment, she turns around to discover she has what's likely to be a huge loss for the day; a visitor. One of an inhuman nature, and probably not a sweet disposition...and one that she's POSITIVE is looking for her. And judging by the hostility the thing holds in its pose, it's definitely not here for a fun time...well, not for Lacey at any rate.

The redhead looks desperately for some place to hide...but the bathroom's far too small for that. She could duck into the tub, maybe...but in sneakers, there's no way to do it as silently as she'd like. Moving the door will likely only draw the creature's attention to her...plus she's not even certain she hasn't been spotted. "Merde..." She sighs softly to herself. Number eight...can't they just leave her the hell alone? No...that'd be too easy. And there's no chance this is just a nightmare; that'd be too easy also.

Take initiative; it's the only option that has any merit at this point. Sitting there in the tight confines of the bathroom, facing an unknown opponent is NOT the way she's going to come out of this on top. She steps quietly forward, out of the shadowy bathroom, and into her small dorm; not a HUGE improvement, space-wise...but definitely less cramped than she had been. Here, at least, she can fight if need be. She can't make out much of the creature just yet, but something about the pose, the cant of hips and arch of back suggests a female...meaning this is someone she hasn't met before. The open window gives silent testament to how the creature's made it into her room...on the third floor. Likely not human, then...naturally. "If it weren't for bad luck..." She sighs softly to herself, unconcerned with being spotted; there's no chance she's going to sneak past this creature.

She doesn't wait to see if she has the female monster's notice or not; Lacey crouches low, then darts forward swiftly. Talking to these things never helps. Running and hiding has failed her before, and won't work now, since there's nowhere to hide and likely no way for her to escape, with the creature so close to the door. All that's left is to attack. The redhead tries not to dwell on how fantastically unsuccessful THAT tactic has proven itself to be in the past, focusing on the things she always does during a match; breathing, heart rate, and accuracy. Two quick steps and the martial artist takes to the air, a simple flying kick aiming the ball of her foot at the creature's jaw. "HEI!" She shouts as she throws the kick, praying for a knockout, or at least to stagger the creature long enough that she can run off. Sneak attacks are less than honorable...but then Lacey's not fighting for honor or glory here; she's trying to fight her way free.

He found that he was in a bind. Fucking Lacey! He ate the last of the strawberry ice cream and cast a glance to the blond on the floor. These things had been giving him no joy today and the Belzar was bitter. Had he taken things too far with Ania?

Still she said nothing but he could not find her. Birch was still upset with him for carpet bombing the forest. He usually could only fire little beads of flame but like a mother exhibiting supernatural strength to lift a car off of a child something snapped in him when his bush was threatened.

“Never mind what happened to the strawberries,” never mind! NEVER MIND!

Birch was punishing him and his long time companion would relent after time though he had no real friends or associates to turn to. There was Gersham but the two never really got along and he didn't like associating with him.

The worse was Aegir. He hated the octopus with a passion and the creature must have honed in on his mental distress. He could do so much that frigging Telepath! He had found him and gloated, gloated over the lose of his strawberries and even hinted at the fact that he lost more then treats … that he had possibly lost an ally.

Of course Aegir was only playing with the Belzar not that he had cared about him. But after such gloating he was a bit paranoid though he invisibly moved from building to building. It had been easy for him to infiltrate the administrations office, It was still closed this early and he rifled through documents. He like any Belzar could read any language, it helped when working out details for contracts and that made his search easy as he looked through this file and that until he found what he was after.

He got a location of an assigned dorm but he was delayed just a tad. There were things he had to pack first and he went to the one place that he called home base. He was hardly ever here save to pick up or drop of hings, the lighthouse was another rouse after all but a lie that he made a home out of. It was lonely and he was with Birch or Ania until they grew sick of him and needed a brake.

“She's going to pay,” Slarr muttered to himself. “Fucking bitch probably ate the strawberries too, Birch doesn't eat solid food.”

He muttered to himself. It would be easy to get in an – huh? An open window? I usually grew hot during the day but there was rain last night and cooled off the near oppressive heat that had been brutal these past few days … well, brutal for a non Belzar he supposed though he took some solace in that Aegir had seemed uncomfortable in it. Little had e knew it was the bright light that he endured to get to him, gloating was way more worth the misery that the discomfort place him in.

Still he thought little about it. Perhaps the air conditioner was busted, it was no concern of his until he heard the karate shout, to him it was all karate, all nonsense. He flew faster, the invisible creature landed on the window sill. There was a bang as he hit his head … he wasn't as small as he was and use to be able to land in a crouch.

That smarts, but he had managed to remain quiet, rubbing his head as he came into the room – Huh? Ania?

It proved an amusing fantasy to imagine which panicked response wound up shooting through the synapses of the entrapped vixen once that particular switch had been flicked from one place to another. Ania regarded the endearing red head through the veil of darkness all around, penetrating it fiercely without an ounce of effort and where others harnessed their hunting skills from thermal vision which they thought of as highly advanced, not even they could compete with the formidable huntress.

Unbeknownst to her great many victims there never truly was any chance for escape. Some weaker creatures could be deterred with more than enough guts to boot while others had fallen for the slightest distraction because they blatantly lacked any significant measure of finesse, their senses ordinary and easily fooled, but on that day the crack of dawn had been laden with foreboding. Her capabilities greatly exceeded the realm of human perception and were nothing short of phenomenal given the sheer wealth of recognizable sensory input which had been gathered from the single other entity within her newfound surroundings. Every breath, no matter how silent, every beat of an agitated heart, both fuelled her unique predatory perception and displayed the location of her prey on a silver platter with a deliciously ripe cherry on top of all that mentally stimulating cream.

Radiant sapphire eyes hovered on Lacey menacingly, their surface graced by the faintest luster beneath the lack of light which loomed over her like the unavoidable shroud of fate and how gracefully she might manage to push through their encounter happened to be well defined by these glowing orbs, narrowed in foretelling wrath. She lacked roommates to throw her latest usurper off for even a moment, the singular beating heart intertwined with the sole continuous breathing pattern in the room, however, made any attempt at hiding completely impossible.

But the worst aspect of all had been the notion that the unknown intruder never honed in on her position with urgency, maintaining eye contact all along without moving a muscle. Neither of them were going to be leaving anytime soon and that symbolism appeared to indicate absolute submission would be the only way out.

Ania had been unyielding once the valiant scarlet maiden dashed forth and sought to claim the initiative, driven by hopes of getting away. It was futile. It moved too fast. Her kick sliced through the air like a master crafted arrow and the comely shape of her opponent spun out of danger like the faintest breeze which had almost been glanced, but never struck down as the loose fabric of her overcoat flapped faintly in their short lived engagement.

Inevitably these gorgeous features drew near and time itself appeared to slow down as Ania gazed deeply into these crimson eyes, her lush lips twisting into a devious sneer which had been complemented by her most agile maneuver. She inched closer, even closer and closer once more within those breathtaking moments, seven of eight tentacles avoiding any interference with the charming human female although the eighth plummetted straight down towards her now exposed midriff. Her soon to be captor was close enough to whisper for little more than a split second, her full and refined puckers parting delicately in that instant. "Boo." A heated breath washed along the vein of her neck with that single word before the momentum of her attack reached its very own apex.

Her tentacle cracked down on her ribs with awe-inspiring strength, robbing her of any momentum Lacey might have carried as the supreme predator knocked every ounce of oxygen from her lungs and sent the nubile woman tumbling to the ground in a crushing and most dishonorable defeat short of slamming the poor girl straight into the nearest wall. In truth Ania could sense the Belzar from afar, her mind attuned to various individuals which made fishing them out of a crowd far simpler than most, but her thoughts were running on a one track mind and Slarr wasn't part of that volatile train which threatened to derail at any given moment and essentially drowned him out entirely.

"How quaint .. I didn't even feel threatened back there." It felt good, however, gratifying beyond belief even though she normally despised lashing out at members of the student body, but there wasn't the slightest sliver of regret, a distinct absence of mercy for the one responsible to have placed her under such excruciating torment the other day and Ania wasted little time in walking up to the downed lady, towering above her at more than six feet in overall height, smiling mischievously in the dark. "Good morning, Lacey .. Have you slept well tonight with luscious strawberries you've heedlessly feasted on filling your belly? Hmm .. As for me .. Well .."

She glared at the young woman in contempt, the inflection in her voice taking on an amused albeit slightly sadistic undertone. "I've come to play."

One moment, Lacey sails through the air, bracing for the moment her foot strikes her foe...and then after a rush of impossibly fast motion, there's a puff of air on the back of her neck, a soft word in her ear and..."GKH!" A sharp outrush of air, one that she can't draw back in, and the redhead crashes to the floor, turned into little more than the huntress' little baseball, her own momentum adding to the effectiveness of that strike against her ribs. Tumbling with the sudden reversal of momentum, she loses the last of breath as she finds her back fetched up against a wall, dizzy from that strike. A counter at that speed...ridiculous. How is she going to match that? She hadn't even seen the move coming. A vague impression of the woman bobbing away, then sudden pain in her ribs and a brief tumble across the floor, and now here she is, confused and in pain.

She winces at the tender pain in her ribs; she'd flinched at that rapid series of movements, and that may well have saved her from serious injury. She had pulled her arms down towards her core muscles as Ania'd started blurring around the room, swaying out of reach of her kick. Lacey hadn't managed to block that counterattack, not by a long shot; it had simply been too fast. Her knee-jerk reaction towards defense, however, had managed to nudge the tendril that struck her a bit and divert just a fraction of its force...probably the difference between being sore and breathless and having broken ribs and being in agony. "All in all...could be worse..." She wheezes to herself. There's no way to keep up with that speed; watching and waiting will be useless, but charging recklessly in isn't going to work either. The creature can see her in the dark...she smirks. Can't they all?

Whoever this is, she's got lethal intent in her; that strike earlier had told Lacey of a near-murderous rage. Great. Whom has she managed to infuriate THIS time, and how? "Give me a minute." She murmurs quietly to the creature standing over her, staring down at her while taunting her. "I'll make you feel a lot more than threatened...right before you stop feeling anything at all." Brave words, but how to go about carrying them out? This creature is strong and swift...and the island saps Lacey's own speed and strength. This isn't even going to be a contest, at this rate. Even WITHOUT the handicap, she's not certain she could pull out a win against this creature...but whatever it is, it wants her to hurt, wants her to bleed. She's not about to roll over and just let that happen, not if she's got the ability to stand and fight, no matter how ineffective. Still...what is it that she's done to piss THIS one off?

A little shock runs through her. How the hell does she know her NAME?! She blinks at the mention of..."Strawberries...?" She asks in puzzlement. The HELL is with this island and fruit!? Another strawberry maniac, like that little pyro freak?! But she hasn't had any strawberries since her time with--Lacey's eyes narrow as she recalls the conversation she'd had. Birch had told her to eat the strawberries from the bush, that Slarr had needed punishment in order to learn not to burn Birch's territory. There'd been talk about how the fire freak would likely go and harm someone, since he couldn't get at Lacey. She'd been worried about it being another student, but Birch had told her about..."So you're Ania, huh?" Lacey shakes her head. Small world, this...and crazy, too. "And here I was actually feeling BAD for what might have happened to you at the hands of that little turd...nice to know I needn't have bothered. Maybe I should have spent more energy hoping he did you in, instead." She grins a little humorless grin, baring her teeth at the huntress. There's no fear in the expression; she's angry now.

"All this over a damned strawberry bush..I guess I should feel bad for inconveniencing a pair of rapists, huh?" She snorts derisive laughter at the woman, still unable to make out much of her in the gloom. Now that she's a little closer, Lacey can see that she's wearing a coat and...GOOD LORD she's curvy! Unimportant...unless she manages to punch the creature in one of those full breasts. Unlikely though. "For your information, I don't sleep well ANY night anymore, thanks to the thought that freak shows like YOU might come crawling through my window. Thanks for proving that I'm not just paranoid, by the way." Banter is fine by the redhead; it gives her a chance to look for more options, to rest up a little after that initial strike. But sitting here at an arm's length from the alien on her backside is NOT ideal. She has to make a move, she has to--

THUD! A sound from the window startles Lacey, causing her to look up. Is that...? "Oh hell...the fire nut shows up now?!" The fire demon from the forest, the one in question, and likely the cause of all this damn trouble. It's hit its head against her window...which would be amusing in less dire circumstances. "When it rains, it fucking POURS!" Not usually given to mindless profanity, Lacey finds her sense of civility a bit...strained by current events. As she rages about the sour turn in her luck, she uses one of her favorite moves for when she's down like this; spreading her legs wide and sliding herself towards Ania, the redhead twists at the hips and scissors her legs shut, sweeping them at the huntress. One strikes at the back of her knees while the other seeks to sweep her ankles in the opposite direction. Lacey hates grappling with a passion, being too small to manage it effectively most times, but if she can bring Ania down, she could possibly get arms around her neck and maybe snap it...though she'd settle for choking the woman into unconsciousness, if she can get away with it. IF a choke even works on whatever the hells he is.

Fire nut!? Someone shut that bitch up! She had such an infuriating mouth but still he sat their on the floor rubbing his head. Te Belzar loved his new form but after more than 600 years he was still use to being more than two feet smaller.

Naturally he was curious as to how Ania would respond but his presence or at least that of something invisible had already been hinted at. He had mixed feelings about this matter though. He had come with the full intend of torturing the girl but fond that Ania beat him here o possibly get her own vengeance, that was likely.

He had complained enough about Lacey so he should have expected this. He had never said or even implied that the girl was off limits … and yet it could have been more then simple revenge for herself that brought Ania here … it could have been for him … that was a thought though he would never know why she was here he realized that she had matters well enough in hand and had not been drawn to the bait, not yet.

Still invisible he moved over to the thermostat that controlled the air conditioner believing that the open window was due to Ania rather than damaged or faulty properties. He looked over the temperature gauge and while he did not mind the tropical heat he had learned that Ania seemed a bit sluggish in it so he turned the temperature down a bit.

There, that done he glanced back over his shoulder noting the progress before going into the kitchen. Lacey was a red head but he was interested in seeing her pain but first he'd have another snack before things got good.

No ice cream here … or Pop Tarts. This would do … strawberry jam … he got a long handled soon out and popped the top of the jam, the air seal making an audible popping sound, the lid tossed to the counter as he then stuck his finger in the jam using the heat from his finger to heat it up a little before extracting it and licking it clean.

He had his “popcorn” now and came back munching on the jam seeing what he had missed. Previews probably, the whole restraining progress and getting the girl ready.

The scent was not strong but there, warm strawberries … Slarr stood nearby, that bag slung about his shoulder over the right as the bag nestled up against his left hip.

She had to know that he was there even if she did not see him his entrance sort of gave that away. One hand holding the war jar of jam, the other he spoon Slarr stood close and traced his stinger lightly over Ania's tail as he continued to stuff his face as he watched on.

Unbelievable. In spite of her humiliating defeat the brazen martial artist regressed into drawing upon provocative yet dangerously pithy language in hindsight of recent events where Ania and her attitude had been indicative of the thorough punishment she endured which, in reality, was reserved solely for herself. "What the hell are you on about?" Azure eyes blink in realisation, her mind momentarily guided elsewhere aside from the blinding fury burning amidst their gorgeous sheen, laying off her chosen victim for the time being whereby supreme senses scanned the environment for the Smoke Devil. She swallowed hard as to clear her throat, aware that he was here now and presumably lingered in the background as further noises surface from within the nearby kitchen. Would he resort to being their audience? It had her heart beat quicken mildly in growing excitement even though that minor intermission bestowed unto the woman at her feet another opportunity to strike.

Unfortunately clawed feet immediately dug into the carpet and solid floor underneath when the attack came, heavenly sumptuous legs concealed from the naked eye growing firm and unyielding with normally unseen slabs of muscles therein, single handedly absorbing the powerful impact without even remotely struggling to maintain her balance. "Barely felt a thing .." Ania belittled these pathetic deeds of self-righteous heroism whereupon one of her tentacles lashed out at lightning speed, the likes of which her prey had already grown accustomed to. It slithered up against her neck before wrapping around the pitiful student like a makeshift leash which had grown increasingly tighter, constricting near her throat like a mighty serpent for the appendage consisted of little more than pure muscle.

"I've had it with your shameless mocking of the situation." She dragged her newfound captive up and along the wall, her entire weight balanced on nothing other than that vicious tendril and her own toes. Beforehand Lacey insulted, poked fun at and downright relished every ounce of torment the blue skinned predator must have gone through and thus far no intervention had occured, amassing credit in the form of retribution which would reign over her fate and not once did the lovely red head attempt to lessen the severity of her sentence.

Numerous tentacles secured both wrists and ankles, pinning them to the wall in spread eagle fashion which left the troublemaker beautifully exposed to any form of absolute justice. "How dare you ridicule Slarr and steal his precious strawberry treats, you .." Suddenly another tendril slapped the shapely vixen straight across the face. ".. insignificant .." It rushed back from the other side, leaving delicate crimson marks where the flat surface connected. ".. little .." Once more she had been struck with relentless abandon, the curvaceous temptress languidly drawing near and with the final word that lusciously fleshy thigh rushed forth and buried itself straight into her kidney with unparalleled strength. ".. whore."

Breathing had become extremely difficult with the tentacle collar fastened around her neck, her consciousness on the verge of blurring apart into blessed nothingness only for Ania to ease up and allow the mildly abused gemstone to return to the torment at hand with every lungful of highly needed oxygen. "I'll have you remember not to mess with the two of us ever again." She grinned deviously in anticipation of what was to come, swiftly tearing through the garments which concealed the feisty combatant, shredding each piece into barely recognizable rugs prior to peeling away both shoes and socks for mere viewing pleasure. "Surely a little bit of exposure doesn't inconvenience you .. For one, you've barely got any tits to show off. You're probably overjoyed that anyone has the decency to fuck you out of pity when they're surrounded by far more attractive women than yourself."

It was her turn to laugh and Ania did with ravishing delight. "No matter, I care for your well being as much as you evidently care about mine." Which blatantly amounted to not even the faintest sliver of empathy as another sudden blow had been delivered unto her defenseless abdomen, the tentacle burying itself deep into her supple flesh. "Oh, my dearest apologies .. I must have slipped."

Without any moment of respite the same silken limb swept over her groin and beyond, rounding the center of her being before sliding up against the crack of her ass. "Now .. I wonder how much you'd love getting fucked back there .." Naturally missing out on the attention Slarr offered up would have been impossible. His stinger delightfully scraped along her hyper sensitive tail and fuelled her wrath with the knowledge that he would be watching the entire performance.

Her scissor kick closes, strong and swift and...does absolutely nothing. She might as well have tried to topple a mountain with that move. Strong. This thing is just too damned strong...they're ALL too damned strong! Rage rises higher still in the little redhead, and she clings to it...because the only other thing in her right now is terror...and she can't give in to that. Not even if it costs her life. She can't break again...not after Ortix. Not after Gersham. Not after any of them. She can't afford to break...she might not come back if she does. So she grits her teeth, calling upon her rage, gathering her strength...

And finds her neck collared swiftly by one of the thing's tendrils...one that begins to slowly squeeze shut. "KGH...!!" Green eyes widen in fear now as well as rage. Strangled to death...she doesn't want to die, she doesn't! Dying is....her eyes narrow again. Dying is...preferable. Preferable to bowing her head to this thing, this torturer and tormentor of others. Her and all others like her.

Steeling her will even as her air is shut off, she glares defiance at the thing. If this is how it ends, then at least she won't end it sobbing and begging. Not so easily as this...it had taken a great deal more than this for Ortix to finally break her. She won't roll over for this one, even if only out of foolish pride.

Tendrils lash themselves to her limbs, and she can feel herself spread-eagled, tight enough that it makes her joints ache. Choked to death or ripped apart...which one comes first? What does it matter? Lacey's face reddens from lack of oxygen, and her eyes dart around the room, looking for...where's the other one? The rest of the room seems empty...but how can that be? She could have sworn she'd heard...

SMACK! A strike to the side of her face, hard enough to daze the martial artist, followed by another, and another...and it's obvious that Ania isn't putting all that much effort into the slaps at all. They still cause her head to snap side to side. She can taste blood in her mouth. Her thoughts are firmly refocused on the lush blue creature currently hell-bent on beating the redhead into submission. If nothing else, Ania has Lacey's full attention once again...though her cooperation is still another matter entirely. "KH!" She has no air to gasp at that harsh blow to her kidney, though she tries to scream at the pain of it. Her body trembles in the grip of those tendrils; had she been standing on her own power rather than pinned to the wall, Lacey would have collapsed after that strike. She's not sure she would have been able to get up afterwards either; she's not entirely certain how it is that she's still conscious.

Dark spots form in her vision; she can't get air in anymore. It hurts...her lungs burn with the need for oxygen, her neck in pain from the wringing tentacle lashed about it. Her eyes start to close, mouth open and trying desperately to draw in air. She fades..."KKUUUUHHHHH!!!" And then returns in an amazing burst of pain as that tentacle eases off her throat enough for her to drag a huge gasp of air into her abused lungs. She coughs, blood from where her teeth had cut into her lip during the strikes on her cheeks spattering out, and then draws in another precious lungful of air. She realizes with dismay that she's no longer on the verge of passing out, or death, from lack of oxygen; more playtime for the blue creature. How lovely.

Her clothing is shredded. It ALWAYS ends up shredded. Her tracksuit is torn away like so much tissue paper by the vengeful, hateful thing holding her. Even her shoes and socks are taken from her, leaving her slender frame nude. Her body, well-trained and toned, hangs exposed for the thing before her tormentor, hers to do with as she pleases. It isn't as though Lacey has the power to stop her. There's despair in that thought...but still the redhead denies it, giving herself to fury instead, gasping for breath. She lets her fury grow, lets it consume her thoughts; this thing wants her to hurt. It wants her to bleed and cry and beg; deny it for spite if nothing else. Let the cunt spin on that, even if it earns Lacey her end.

"GUUUGH!" She gags at the heavy blow to her stomach, gritting her bloodied teeth and shuddering with the pain of it. Let it hurt. Let it add to that insane fury in her mind. Another tendril strokes up between her thighs, stroking almost lovingly over her sex and sending a familiar thrill through her body...then further still, between the cheeks of her ass. She clenches her cheeks tight, trying to force the tendril from between them, trying to keep it away from her puckered back entrance. This time the thrill that runs through her is terror; this creature will NOT be gentle, going in there. She fights down the fear, can't let it show...can't give that to this thing...if she gives even an inch, she'll crumble, she knows she will...She doesn't want that thing inside her. She doesn't want this creature to have its way with her...she doesn't want to suffer. She doesn't want to hurt, to bleed...to die...GOD she doesn't want to die...

Gagging gives way to harsh breathing which gives way to...laughter? The redhead shakes with it. It's quiet...her lungs ache too much to laugh loudly. Her voice is a little ragged after all the punishment...but she's definitely laughing. Hanging there, laughing even as tears stream down her cheeks, blood dripping from her lips, her teeth. "Hhhhehhh....a....ama..." she coughs, trying to get her abused lungs to cooperate.

"Aaa...mateurrrr...." She rasps out in a taunting singsong. Pain-clouded green eyes focus on the furious blue orbs before her with difficulty. "You think...this is...pain? Go ask...Ortix what...pain is. A...tendril in...my ass? Been there, hun...Done that dance." She hacks out another cough, shuddering as she takes a deep breath. "Make me remember...not to mess with you two...? I never harmed you...and Slarr screwed himself over, burning Birch's territory. Ohhh, but no...it's MY fault he's...an idiot matchstick pyro-freak...with no self-control. And it's MY fault...that you're too stupid to do...anything but submit to his temper tantrums. Strong as you obviously are...and you couldn't stop him...from hurting you? Pathetic. I should...what? Apologize to you?" She laughs again, the sound awful; there's no doubt she's in pain, however she might deny it to the curvy blue alien. "Va te...faire foutre et mourir...tous les...deux vous." Another cough. "Fuck off and die...the both of you. There's my apology...now go jump over a moon, you cow-breasted bitch..."

All the venomous words she spits at the creature...but even Lacey herself knows it's empty. Just the rage of one who's outmatched and has no way free; it's easy to fake defiance when one doesn't believe they have a snowball's chance in hell of walking away alive. She's beaten, and just waiting for the end...praying it comes swiftly. Maybe BEFORE they rape her. She squeezes her eyes shut, waiting for the pain and apologizing silently to Birch; it looks like there's no one coming to meet him after all.

He had been content to watch the show. He had his “popcorn” dolling out spoonful after spoonful of ham. Delicious, sweeter than the scene that was playing out before him but not by much. While not sexually aroused their was another part of his physiology as a Belzar that was touched.

That power, that had to be it! It had not been her submission for that was yet to come and only that could appease him. His lemon yellow eyes looked out at Lacey. She was already bleeding which he had approved of. He missed all of that albeit brief martial arts display. He knew she couldn't win and he had missed the start of matters but had been back now.

Invisibility was more a joke at this stage given that Ania could feel him and both would hear the scrape of the spoon against the side of the jar as he ate. He had been content to watch though, in a far better mood.

While he had come her to play torturer Ania had beaten him here for whatever reason. Eating his jam, prehensile all track against Ania's own, that stinger grazing over her as he did so tough the girl did not know when to shut up. She had a problem that one …

She spoke and his eyes widened. The shattering of glass, the clattering of that metallic spoon as it hit the floor. A clawed hand went to Lacey's throat as he squeezed. The Smoke Devil becoming visible, protective of is prize. He watched as her face reddened, his vision narrowed -on her.

The plan was to remain invisible and watch for a bit.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” After a brief moment he shoved her away from him letting her head bounce against that wall. He then rummaged through his back, looking, searching until he found the vile of thick liquid though it could still be seen throw if one looked close enough.

“It's nowhere as good as strawberries. I here that it ha a bitter taste to it. Regardless, it does have it's advantages. It's Liquid Pain but more on that a bit later.
Ania darling. You can't let that go unpunished. Feel free to use anything I've ta;en, th9s bag was hardly big enough .

“Show her just who the idiot truly is.”

Anyone with more than one brain cell would have firmly believed that Ania was little more than his devoted lapdog, capable of pounding him into a bloody pulp for abusing her in ways surely not human would have endured without losing a lot of blood and potentially risking their very lives, but never actually retaliating against him. Slarr had the mighty amazon in shackles with the likelihood of befalling Rhaine should she decide to break their bond of mutual fondness, his childish temper most assuredly granting the precious blonde horrifying heaps of payback. But Lacey brought forth reasonable statements in her hatred ladened speech, the voluptuous maiden halting in her advances as though she were lost in thought for a second there, contemplating the issue in her mind only to be roused from slumber by an enraged Slarr.

Ania served him and not Birch even though her telling of the story portrayed circumstances differently than what the Smoke Devil initially described. It was hard to remember anything when your rump and breasts were continuously lacerated only to heal within seconds for the sublime devil to repeat the gesture of fury and dominance all over, but even then the student failed to get her mind off track. She would not have her judgement clouded by some disrespectful punk and slapped her across the face once more, almost hard enough to get her peachy skin to rupture under the impact. "You have the audicity to speak up uninvited? Shut your whore mouth! I will not tolerate your venomous remarks any longer."

But Slarr demanded punishment and the dedicated huntress would obey with sinister intent splaying over her features. "With pleasure .. I won't be needing your tools, however .. I have more than enough heavy equipment of my own to teach that skank a lesson." Slowly her tentacle shifted in small circular motions, unable to puncture these tense ass cheeks although she didn't appear to mind as she leaned in a little further. "I'll have you know that I'm not an amateur, little one, and you'll quickly learn not to underestimate me."

It begun reshaping itself and nearly liquidised entirely without any visible tension upon her stunningly enchanting tormentor before the appendage slithered beyond the lovely peaches of her rump in unhindered advances toward the puckered ring of raw muscle protecting her most intimate bowels in a final line of defense against the silken tentacle which immediately hardened once these security measures failed to hamper its progress and spread those luxuriant cheeks apart. Delicately nudging and pushing against her Ania commenced to tease with the prospect of what was to come, the bone dry tendril languidly swirling against the narrow entrance before suddenly plunging inside with a vicious crunch. "Aha ha! Oh, I can literally feel your body tightening around me, trying to force me out. You really love the attention back there, don't you?" She was unprepared for the intrusion and radiant discomfort would inevitably sproud throughout her loins like wildfire, the blue skinned femme fatale bursting into gloating laughter of manical indulgence, again and again deeply thrusting into her crushing rear muscles all the way to the apex of that freshly abused entrance, pulverising her resistance little by little. "I bet you'd love a nice, juicy cock in that sweet ass of yours, but for the moment that'll have to do."

Her limbs grasped Lacey by the chin, forcing her to stare directly into her narrowed eyes whilst that ruthless tendril flooded her ass with pain and only the faintest trace of pleasure, drowning amidst the worse of the two sensations. "Aren't you just the prettiest little thing with all those tears streaming down your face .. Shall we examine how many more we can possibly goad into prominence?"

Grinning deviously the thumb of her right hand wound up engulfed wholly by supple lavender colored flesh, molding itself around the single digit from top to bottom like a skintight glove. It lingered there for the moment and the young woman would feel shifting albeit mild pressures swarming her finger in numerous places at once, dancing over her skin and tingling her nerves. But then Ania shattered the bones therein with inhuman precision, three separate fractures crashing down on her collectively whereupon the sheet of blue flesh twisted and turned the embedded portion of her body, enhancing the sensation once again.

She ceased moving after several moments of mind numbing anguish, puncturing the wrecked finger with needle-like tendrils, painfully arranging her bones back into their former order as to retain her picture perfect physical shape before mending them with an infusion of her own regenerative DNA. It was an altered fragment of herself, restoring Lacey's thumb without granting her the strength of her own body, immediately snapping these bones once they had been restored fully only to fix them up a second time.

"Not quite as much of an amateur as you suspected, isn't that right?" They weren't allowed to kill the student anyway, not that it would be much fun to have her suffering end abruptly and Ania wanted her to feel what she felt not too long ago.

The shattering of glass registers only slowly in the redhead's dazed mind. The claw that wraps around her throat and cuts off her air registers a little more quickly however, and she finds herself staring into a familiar pair of hateful yellow eyes. That fear flutters in her gut, but she pushes it down, baring bloodied teeth in a vicious grin at the Belzar that makes its presence known. Spots dance in her vision once again as he chokes the air from her, then releases her to another coughing fit.

"M...Ma...." She coughs again, drawing in more air and forcing her lungs to cooperate. "Matchstick...what a pleasant surprise..." Somehow, even low on breath and rasping from repeated chokings, the redhead manages to pour sarcasm all over her tone. "I thought...something smelled like burning stupidity...and lo and behold, you appear." She manages a weak laugh that devolves into a coughing fit, one that makes her keenly aware of her body's newly acquired aches and pains. "Why Slarr...I had no idea your opinion of me was so low...you're going to hurt my feelings...you pyro-freak." She shakes her head. "Calling me an idiot...yet here AGAIN you have to wait for someone else to string me up before you can do anything...weakling. Why don't you go crawl back into whatever barbeque pit you hopped out of? Clearly she doesn't need the help of a pitiful smoke...demon." She smiles sweetly, remembering Birch's words about how Slarr prefers the term Devil to demon.

Further verbal abuse is cut off by a tendril that strikes across her face, hard enough that Lacey sees stars, her vision blurring out for a moment. She shakes her head, blinking her eyes; she's taken shots to the head before, but usually not without some kind of guard in place. Vision returns as Ania promises her extraordinary pain. Lacey's response is simple; once Ania leans in close, she purses her lips and spits some of the blood in her mouth at the curvaceous blue woman's eyes. "Ch...choke on it...slut..." Pure hatred burns in the redhead's green eyes...though once that tendril starts to push itself against her ass, those eyes show a hint of fear as well. She clenches tighter...then feels her heart drop like a lead weight as the tendril slithers between her cheeks like water, seeping up against her pucker before hardening again. "The hell...with you! BOTH of you!" She hisses venomously at the two. This is going to hurt, she knows it is...desperately, she tries to relax, maybe make it a little easier on herself...

No such luck. "AGHHHHHFUCK!" She screams as the tendril pushes into her ass, dry and without bothering to prepare her at all. She tries desperately, instinctively, to push that tendril out, to make it stop, for the love of GOD make it stop! But she can't...it won't leave her, it just pushes in harder and makes her howl with rage. "AAAHHHH! F..FUCK YOURSELF!" It burns, and it aches, and it hurts so deep, and GOD she wants it to stop...! "NNGH! GO TO HELL! GAH!" She howls defiance at the blue woman raping her. "N...Not NEARLY as muh...much as YOU would...Be...Bet Slarr's...hung like...a mosquito! GGGHH! And you...You're probably ga...GAH...gapped to hell and back! Prolapsed cunt!" The redhead rages even as more of those tears stream down her cheeks, pain and anguish coursing through her very being....

Her chin is gripped by a tendril and her gaze is forced onto Ania's. Lacey tries to spit once more, but can't manage through the outcries of her pain. "G...Go die in a fire!" She gasps out, her eyes squeezing shut, body convulsing with the agony of that continued dry ravaging. Another tendril...this one fixing itself over her thumb and molding itself to her...Lacey's eyes widen. What new horror is she...SNAP!

Someone's screaming. Whoever they are, they have a very foul mouth and are very hateful for some reason...it takes Lacey a moment to realize that it's HER screaming vile epithets and howling hatred at the blue creature, her mind reconnecting with her body again, opening her to pain in flavors and textures she hadn't even known existed before today. She screams foulness and obscenities until she's out of breath, choking back sobs of pain just barely, her body quaking and trembling in her bonds as the thing over her thumb pierces the skin, roughly shoving bones back into place.

And a second later she starts screaming again as she rebreaks the thumb that's just been healed. She roars agony and fury until her lungs run empty, jerking with silent cries of pain. "N....no..." She takes in a shuddering breath, rolling hear gaze up to Ania's as she tries again. "Not bad..." She hisses as the tendril in her ass continues its hateful assault. She grimaces in pain, but manages to turn it into a shaky grin. "B-but...I-...I've had better...newbie..." Part of her mind wails to stop it, to stop egging them on, to just beg them to stop...and it's so hard not to...she's not exactly lying; Ortix had done worse to her...but not by much. Not by much at all. Lacey has no clue how she's still conscious...she wants it to stop so much...but even if she begs, she doubts they'll listen.

A quick slap of his claws over a cheek though the claws do not cut deeply not yet. He takes offense at being called stupid no doubt. He might have done worse, his bag of tool being denied at least for the time being.

Ania ensured that she had been no amateur to this though he hears something … 'Demon' his eyes widen, his jaw twitches as an ob of flame appears in his palm. He seems ready to burst into one of his tantrums hen relented.

“Hurt her.”

He did no rise to the bait and he snapped his fingers closed snuffing out the flame that had been generated heir. He simply ginned watching his azure companion go to work. The sounds of braking bones, the cries that parted her lips had been somewhat marred by her defiance not that he had been likely to relent any. He was not the one inflicting her punishment after all though her mouth granted her no favors today or any day for that matter.

Again she had criticized him for not restraining her himself. He had not expected to encounter Ania today and so had missed much of that initial stuff that occurred while he was searching for some strawberry treats.

Naturally her other insults such as having a small penis were similar to what he had hurt before. He sill had no sexual desire towards her and thus had no desire to show her just how wrong he was. Rather he had a look within his satchel/bag.

Well while her fingers were being re-broken he drive a fist into Lacey's abdomen too. He smirked as he brushed his stinger along her leg though h no longer had any venom, not any that would effect humans any way, alas.

“I told you that she had a mouth. Perhaps ...” A tiny flame danced upon the tip of his finger. “Perhaps if she had no tongue … she doesn't need it to scream ...”

He gripped her chin to force her to look forward, that flame coming closer then lingering close. He did not attempt to force her mouth open yet but seemed to be waiting for a retort from her in order to do unopposed … or perhaps just a good scream.

Blood smeared her eyes and while they seal themselves shut in time the gesture had been meant to offend. "Bad idea .." In exchange their mutual prey reaped the harsh reward for insubordination by being unable to avoid the blow Ania failed to connect previously, but now with her defenses down it proved simpler than anything in the world. A lone tentacle viciously cracked down on her ribs, the sheer brunt of the lightning fast onslaught threatening to shatter her bones once again, but the female predator struck with surgical precision and prevented any further damage although the impact was likely to bruise by the end of their encounter, whenever that distant moment in time may be. Another languidly cleansed the vile substance from her eyelids before these powerful legs are driven into her abdomen, both Slarr and Ania granting her a little more insight into her infernal torment.

"Aren't you a cutie?" She slapped the woman once more in hopes of having her bite down on that obscene tongue or lips once again. "Bleeding and whining like a scared little girl and you never fail to look absolutely ravishing." It had taken her a moment to heal the affected thumb a second time before the surrounding tendril slipped away, pondering on what else to do to the beautifully squealing minx in their midst before drawing upon another which sawed back and forth along the blessed chalice of her body, teasing with the prospect of abusing Lacey even more. "I'm starting to believe you might secretly enjoy what we're doing to you .. Isn't that right?" With another mischievous grin the appendage drilling deeply into her rump accelerated in overall pace, breaking down her resistance further in an attempt to reach even farther.

But with Slarr nearby Ania couldn't simply indulge in the pleasure of their actions herself. She shared and loved his dominant side, the threat of either burning or severing the woman's tongue nearly letting her blood run cold. Her slender tail traced along his with caution, wary that he might not appreciate her touch at the moment and bowing to his whims naturally came first in their relationship.

"I'm not opposed to your marvellous idea, but how would we enjoy her screams then? I believe we should have fun with her until she breaks down completely .. and then some more .." She raised one of her limbs and reshaped the end into a sharpened blade which gradually inched closer to the gorgeous face of their lovely captive, delicately settling upon her skin and carving along the wounds he'd freshly created, drawing up a pattern of sorts with every passing moment while humming in delightful contentment.

Gleaming azure eyes direct their attention to the Smoke Devil and grace her own features with a pleased expression, the sensitive extension of her spine swirling alongside his stinger lovingly. "Unless the dumb bitch finally shows some manners and apologizes .. Maybe a slight burn wouldn't hurt? You still have liquid pain and all these goodies stored away .. Surely one of them will discipline Lacey properly?"

It would be a long day. Ania considered the great many things she had endured earlier and wished to bestow unto Lacey the same degree of raw physical torment her partner had shown. Potentially pulling out these lush crimson hairs one by one would serve as an ideal introduction before heading onto the stronger stuff, tucking the nails from her body and the like even though usually such would not even flash up within her mind, but that defiant specimen deserved little more than the worst for opposing her beloved Slarr.

Her eyes lock on the finger with the flame burning on it. There's fear there...but there's hate that outweighs it. Her gaze is a measuring one; if she moves quickly enough, will she be able to bite down on the digit? She wonders at that...watching the smoke devil hop around in pain and rage for a change might be a nice change of pace...and since she's already in over her head, who cares if the water gets deeper? Maybe if she's quick enough, she can dart in and bite him before he torches her...or stabs her with that vicious stinger he's stroking against her leg...

WHAM! "Gkkkh!! Kahhhh...!" A tendril slamming into her ribs with enough force that they creak under the blow interrupts her thoughts, her measurements, her timing. The fiery redhead's eyes squeeze shut, and she clenches her teeth tight, not breathing for a moment as she pushes her way through the pain...only to be greeted by a fresh wave from Slarr's fist burying itself in her stomach, followed swiftly by Ania's knee. Lacey shudders with it, her breath gone, eyes wide, mouth open as she tries in vain to draw in more air. It hurts so much, so abominably. "...agh...hhh..." The only retort the redhead can come up with now is to choke and gasp, her lungs unwilling to fill with air for a moment...

"St...sto..." She tries, but can't manage, barely dragging in enough air to keep from passing out. Ania's hand strikes out across her face, greeted with a weak, gasping cry. She almost sobs in relief as that tendril around her thumb withdraws; she's done breaking bones for now...at least that's something. Enjoy this? Who COULD?! She'd tell Ania exactly how much she'd enjoy being free to saw off both their heads and slam them on pikes, if she could draw in enough air...and if it didn't hurt so very much to just be awake..."Nngh!" A new tendril...this one stroking along her sex...is Ania getting off on this?! "AAAAGHH!" A howl of pain and anger and desire for it all to just STOP greets Ania's ears as she increases the tempo of the tendril in her ass, pushing deeper. It hurts so much...burns so badly...

Ania declines Slarr's offer to burn Lacey's tongue from her head...and even through the haze of pain, Lacey blinks at something in the blue woman's tone. Is that...hesitation? And earlier...she'd hesitated then, too, when Lacey'd told her side of the events. But if she's not as invested in this as the cowardly smoke devil then..."Why...?" She coughs, then flinches away from that sharpened tendril that carves into her cheek. Pain-wracked green eyes lock onto Ania's furious blue orbs. "Wh...why are you....why would you do this...?" She looks down at herself;
blood-spattered, beaten and put in agony, she barely has enough energy left to do anything more than make weak movements from the thing carving her face so carelessly. "This....is this what you do...? What you like...?" She squeezes her eyes shut against the pain again.

"What...would you do, Ania...if one came to take...anything from you? EVERYTHING from you?" She's shooting in the dark; there's no doubt that there's no love lost between her and the blue woman. She's not all THAT torn up about using Lacey as a punching bag...but something about this goes against something else in the lovely, vicious alien woman. Maybe she can reach that. "Would you...apologize to them? Or would...you fight? HNGH!" Her body clenches at the tendril pumping away inside her, trying to stop its wild thrusts, to make it slow, something, ANYTHING! It all hurts so much. "Yet...you come to a stranger...with intent to hurt her for what? Because THAT thing...told you I did him a wrong turn?" She shakes her head. "I ate two...two stra-ahh! Strawberries...and I did it only because...the one who grows them for him told me to. Said...KH! Said he needed...to be punished...for burning up Birch's territory..."

She shudders, body tightening. Somehow, despite all this agony, her traitorous body STILL manages to respond to the tendril rocking against her sex, moistening only slowly...but moistening nonetheless. Worry about that later. "I will...apologize to you...but only so far as attacking...without trying to hear you out first. But what transpired...between the two of you? That was not...was not my fault. I won't...not to him, not to you...I won't apologize!" Breathing ragged, she squirms, shivers, tries to make it all stop. Apologizing for even the attack she'd launched is shameful to her...after all, the huntress had come into LACEY'S room with intent to do HER harm, not the other way around! But still...maybe offering something will salve the blue woman's pride enough to make her stop...or at least slow down. Lacey just has to pray that she's not mis-reading the lovely blue huntress completely...although the bladed tendril playing connect-the-cuts on her face, making her cheek twitch and jump with the agony says she might be. There's not much left of the redhead now. "Please..." She says, her voice JUST shy of sobbing. "Please...stop this! There's no reason...for this! Please!"

It was a gruesome sight, of course Slarr had not been moved by piety. She probably enjoyed eating his strawberries too and each snapping sound was a delight to his ears. What was so fiendishly worse was that each digit was being repaired and that was something that he was incapable of doing on such an alarming rate any way.

There were elixirs and tonics that he could get to promote healing though certainly
not as fast as he was witnessing. Drawing is ail back from Lacey as Ania intertwines it with his he does not pull back rather those tails dance against each other as if hey were tongues, that stinger brushing over the sensitive portion of her body.

The flame on his finger extinguishes. “Yes, you're right about that. Besides, repairing that tongue could be problematic though not really of my concern ...”

He listened to Lacey's plea to Ania for he to relent unconcerned that Ania would listen to her unless he had command of it. Still it was interesting for her to try, to see how pointless I was -

“BIRCH! BASTARD!!!” So that was what happened to the strawberries! That annoyed him, mainly because Birch was so hard to retaliate against. If he did, even if he used Ania to get at him Birch may piece it together and with his powers he could stop strawberry bushes from bearing their fruit.

He could hurt Lacey though and his index finger ignited. Five days ago, the strawberries probably already passed through he system.

With his finger ablaze he sliced through her side burning her at the same time with that intense heat. “Why is your hair still black!?”

He snapped to Ania. Obviously, he was upset with the girl, his tail going stiff as he looked at his companion with those narrowed lemon yellow eyes before shifting his focus to he real reason of his wrath.

Let her see the obidence he commanded, let Lacey's heart sink. “I think you've earned yourself a drink.”

Slarr rummaged through his back before producing a vile of that Liquid Pain, a reddish clear liquid that he uncorked, the smell of sulpher filling the air. This stuff was common enough on his home world but he had only so much of it here and since he could not return once it was gone it was gone. Ania sometimes traveled though and getting a hold of Liquid Pain while rare on other worlds could be found easy enough if you knew where to look so chances were good that he could get more.

Grabbing Lacey by a shock of red hair he jerked it back. She was shot enough, especially for Slarr and he brought the liquid up to her lips waiting for a nice scream to apply it, waiting on that assist though he had not command anything as if he were assuming that it would be done.