Striktor let out a howl as her burried hismelf in her, the sound smoth the water, but it's psychic component echoing through the deep.

This young woman pleased him well, no longer did he feel dead, now he felt alive and consumed by the act of ravishing this sweet maiden, just like he had conquered nubile women before. He rammed into her, pressed himself so far into her as he could, then released his seed. He kept pumping her, long, great strokes, sperm shooting forth. The anal tentacle followed suit, swelling with cum, throbbing inside her anus, then shooting its load, pumping in and out as it filled her rear with it's juices.

It was his moment of glory. A nubile lady turned into his fuck slave, taking him as best as she could in front of his loyal crew, honouring his dead mates and putting up a great show, both for himself and his dead shipmates. It was truly glorious. She was so alive, so pretty, and she was his to rape and violate, at least for now.

It seemed it would never end, that Striktors undead stamina would never give in, that he would never cease to cum, but it the end, he calmed down, having sated his lust for now. He slowed down, then stopped, even if he still had his cock planted inside her. It spurted inside her velvet cunny one last time.
Then he slowly began to withdraw.

"YOU SERVED ME WELL, PRETTY WENCH."

This was surreal. The current of the water flowing around her, the skeletal remains of some dead alien creature reaching out to her as she was effectively filled while on a hood of a car while she was able to breath thanks to the tube in her mouth.

Bubbles continued to emit from her mouth as different, animated remains continued with her violation as he plunge into her back door though thanks to Therion's brutal training it wasn't as bad now as when Dolom force himself upon her there.

Daphnee was in overdrive unable to vocally respond her body physically did so rippling over his own, muscles snug against him though it feels as if it's never going to end though as she was shattered again (she lost count of how many times it had been) he finished, that seed of his deposited in her back door.

She felt the gush f that warm seed flow through her, panting out as she could hear him speaking. Was, was he done?

She looked over his shoulder at him unsure of what now since she still had the problem of being under water in him clutches. At least this time she was not hurt, exhausted yes, but no worse the wear thus far.

Striktor paused, looking down at the captive girl. He let his skeletal hand slide down her back, watching her slender shape. His hand came to rest on her round buttocks, kneading it with cold, body fingers.

He pulled out the last inches, until his tentacle and cock was free of her. Juices and semen leaked out of her, mixing with the dark waters. With a swift motion, he flipped her over, pinned her down with his tentacles, so her back was pressed against the hard glass behind her.

He ran his hands over her, cupping her breast and kneading them. He felt his cock stir again. Leaning in closer, he opened his mouth and let his tongue slither across her breasts.

He debated his options. He would like to ravish her more, but the need was not so urgent. The breathing apparatus would keep her alive as long as needed, but at some point she would probably need to be returned to her home on the surface. Much as he would like to keep her and ravish her more, he would probably need to let go of her at some point.

Hmmmm.. maybe he could carry her back to the school. If he wanted to, he could always rape her again on the way.

Striktor picked up Daphnee and began to walk along the sea floor.

She was flipped over, her breasts scene too by the same skeletal hands that had traced over her back though her chest was rising and falling, the breathing apparatus keeping well needed oxygen into her lungs. Shriktor retracted from her, cum mixing into the water through she had no idea what he was planning on next as she laid their gazing up at him as tongue and fingers ran against her flesh.

Compliant, Daphnee resisted until fool by the bell she wore submitting once she had heard it though now even that meager resistance had been gone. She had not been hurt after all and while she had been terrorized at first she had overcome such a state.

A moment later when he did not impale her straight away she got a little worried when he hauled her up and began walking away with her along the sea bed. She did not know where they had been going from here after all and she was at the mercy of his whims.

She did resist though it probably would have done her little good considering the circumstance and as they were in route her legs wind about his back as her fingers lock about the back of his neck to secure herself into place better as they move along.

Her intial struggles bothered Striktor little, indeed, it made his captive seem more lively and fun. A little resistance was even cute, like such a delicate flower thought she could withstand his undead might.
It was clear that she accepted the realities of her situation, though, as she clung to him, letting him carry her through the waters. Right now, she was very vulnerable. She needed his breather to live. Should he let her go, she could swim to the surface, but it would be a small matter for him to snare her with a tentacle and pull her down.
Her vulnerability was a turn on, almost as much as feeling her lithe body press against his strong but skeletal frame. It made him remember other women who has scissored him with their legs, back when he was his living self. The memories made him harden, to desire her more. His most acute, burning desire had been satisfied, but he still wanted more.

He grabbed hold of her perky little but, and adjusted her position, so that her abused little cunny rested against the tip of his stiffening manhood. He did not trust into her, or pull her down on him, but instead stood still for a while, anticipating how it would feel to enter her again.

Then he took a long stride, then another. The impact of each long step brought her a small inch further down on his member.

She was vulnerable of course. Daphnee was clearly aware of her predictament should she try to flee in the underwater environment. But the bell on her collar chimed and the consequences for that had been worse if she did just that, regardless of what was to be done.

Heavy breaths filled her lungs due to the breather as she clung against him. It had not been long before she could feel that hard contact of his member that stiffened against her with each step that he took.

She had though that he was going to thrust straight into her, to take his fill though she was mistaken ads her green eyes widened as she looked at him. He was ready but had intended to wait on something … each step further began to draw her further along that member. A stream of bubbles escaped her mouth as she moaned feeling him slid deeper inside her with each step, her body folding against him as she was carried along. There was no denying how good it felt ads he slid into her or rather let his stride do that for him, her legs entwining together behind his back tightly holding him into place.

This wench seemed responsive to everything Striktor wanted of her. Afraid at first, yes, but she had quickly succumbed, and now seemed even eager to recieve everything he did to her. Either she had natural talent for this, or someone else had managed to train her for this role for him. Probably both. Whomever had taken her before him, be felt both a slight brush of gratitude for preparing her so for him, and envy of how they must have used her, both feelings rare in his numb, undead state.

There was something precious about her, something of a naive surrender to fate by someone who must else pretty fast become jaded to the horrors and pleasures Striktor knew was to be found on the island. Not that Striktor would have minded if she had fought him, or succumbed to panic. He would have taken her anyway. Indeed, maybe later he would search for someone who would fight him, or flee, just to savour their futile struggles, but this girl was perfect for his needs. Someone to use or abuse as he cared to, who would give him all her body could give. And all she could give, Striktor would take.

He kept fucking her as he walked, using the movement to his advantage. It was less brutal than he could, but it was nice for now. His cockhead drove itself deeper into her with each step, a bulbous probe making its way into her, until it was so far into her as it would get, snug in the velvet glove of her body. Then he would pull back a bit, but not leave the comforts of her cave, only to resume and penetrate her again.

The ground sloped up a bit. He was carrying her in the direction for the school, and the time to continue on land drew near. The surface of the water was now right above his head.
"SOON YOU WILL BREATHE AIR AGAIN."

Air. What kept such creatures as her alive. He did not need it any more, but she did. Needs defined living creatures. He wanted to experience that need through her.
He pulled halfway out of her, let her stay that way for a few heartbeats. Then a tentacle pulled the breather out of her mouth, and he drove himself into her as deep as he would go.

Each step he continued that slow press into her adjusting only when she slid to far down his length. Of course she had little clue as to where thy were other than the fact that they were somewhere underwater though not too deeply. But she lacked the ability to discern just where she was.

Each movement felt pleasant as he moved through her. Her training had been thorough and invoked by Therion, though her compliance when faced with hopeless situations had been something that she had learned in her first year.

Now in the second it had been Therion that taught her just how to bring all her assets to the table which she did when she wads not being tortured, in order to avoid such a state that had so often befell her.

He paused, sliding out part way her heart beat as he paused, green eyes widened as the breather had been taken away prior to her gaining a deep breath. Daphnee could only hold her breath for two minutes or so. She had been pretty average in those regards but without taken a breath first one could effectively half that time and effectively half it again as a scream shot forth from her lips as he made that sudden, eager thrust within her.

Naturally with the water around them the sound had been muted and it was good that she was exhaling rather than inhaling though that closeness of breath soon set upon her, that tightening of that chest as her lungs began burning with need to breath.

Green eyes filled with fear and hear was where she unwrapped her legs from him, here was where she tried to pull away, to breath, though each moment draining her oxygen levels even more and it was clear she lacked the strength to brake free of his grasp unless he allowed it.

He watched her struggle. She was probably afraid right now. Mortals. So dependent upon such a ephemeral thing, fresh air. She was pretty, even more so as she struggled to get loose and to swim. Her eyes were wide and brilliant with fear.

Of course, he was not about to let her get away, but he would not let her drown either. He let her get loose, take a few strokes, but then sent forth his tentacles to grab her again. Once he had snared her, he jumped a few steps ahead, onto shallower ground. She had no way of seeing it, but the surface had been right above them for a while now.

Roughly, he wrested her into position, tentacles pulling her legs apart, and again he rammed into her pussy. Grasping her with two hands, he strode forward and hauled her up as they broke the surface. Then he trust into her as hard as possible, filling her up with his solid member, fucking her as rough as he thought she could take.

Terror struck her, the need to breath causing her lungs to burn as panic began to set in though she had not managed to get to far from him before she was wrapped up again. She gasped drawing in a deep breath as she broke the surface too caught up with the need to breath to be too worried about her legs being spread apart, the sharp thrust as his rod buried into her folds kept her eyes just as wide, pain surging through her at that deft move as she was impaled.

The creature took full delight in her pressing forth into her as she was roughly taken for his pleasure. The near breathless state that she had been in, the cries and screams, all worked to keep her short of breath as if she was not drawing in enough air before it was roughly expelled from her lungs as her passage clung to him just as tightly as he worked his way inside her.

Soon enough she lacked the ability to draw in enough breath to make any sort of sound feeling light headed, blackness clouding up her vision given the lack of oxygen she was receiving just then as she struggle and clawed for that much needed air, breasts swaying up and down with each jolt he made as their bodies pressed together in that clapping sensation, sheer friction setting a fire to her core as she clenched down on his invading member, her juices spurting out around him as she came hard beneath him, twitching against him, their adjoined bodies squelching as they pressed together rapidly.

Her release triggered his own. As he was as deep inside her as he could get, he came, his cock trembling and swelling as he shot into her velvet chamber. Sperm gushed forth, mingling with her own liquid, flooding her. He pulled back a little, then trust in again as he shot into her again, feeling the cum and the juices spurt out around his cock.
Daphnee's sweet young body had pleased him, and was rewarded by rapid shots of cum from his pulsing cock. It was literally centuries since he had felt so alive. To rape such a delicious thing was a brief glimpse of heaven. Even now, struggling to stay concious she was a treasure. If he could rape her a hundred times over, he would, but he sensed she was at the edge of what she could bear.

Striktor pulled out, one last load blasting out as he did so, splattering her salty skin with white.

He walked a few steps with her in his arms, reaching dry land.

The underwater stroll had brought them much closer to the school. It would not take long to bring her to the dorm.

The blast of cum filled her quivering depths. She could feel the rush of his essence inside her, a mixture of their juices combing and leaking down her legs mixing with the salt water that had been collected there as she felt him pull back just a bit before her had impaled her on that scepter once more causing her to cry out once more.

She was tender, sensitive to his every plunge and movement the press of that member inside her kept her conscious as she hugged against that invading member as they came out on dry land though her body was like jelly now.

Clearly she had been conditioned to endure long periods of activity though as an active participant that had diluted with the passage of time. It was clear that he could do as he wished though they had been far closer to the campus now. She had no idea where they were, that little stroll beneath the waves had disorientated her as far as her location went.

“Uh, ahh, unh!” She panted as she drew in exhausted breaths as she remained their cradled in the arms of her captor as he brought her along, Daphnee unaware of where they were not yet taking in the sights but definitely taking in that cock as juices and the walls of her passage continued to press over him.

Striktor carried his pretty prize, walking towards where he sensed the dorms were. His member was still hard, so he let it rest inside his purple haired captive, comfortably placed inside her warm, wet cunny. Otherwise, he let her catch her breath for now.

"BACK IN THE DAY, I WOULD KEEP WENCHES LIKE YOU IN JEWELS. KEEP THEM NAKED BY MY SIDE, RAVISH THEM IN MY CHAMBERS OR TAKE THEM IN FRONT OF MY CREW. MOST WOULD COME WILLINGLY, OR I WOULD BUY THEM. OR TAKE THEM, KICKING AND SCREAMING FROM THEIR HOMES."

Someone like this would make a good trophy, back in his heydays. He could imagine her, next to the high chair in his headquarters, wearing a bejewelled collar, the chain in his hands, arms and legs decorated with heavy, golden rings, otherwise naked, so all might see her and envy him.

"TURN AROUND"

If Daphnee would turn her head slightly, she would be able to see the lights from the dorm buildings though the trees. So near home.

“Um … ah … ooh ...” she gasped feeling him inside her with each step that he took. His stiff member had slid inside her just a bit with each step. He slid back as his leg lifted and a little deeper as that foot came down.

For the time being she greedily sucked up the air that was offered to her never taking such a simple act as breathing for granted ever again.

Back in the day … did he mean that was not possible any longer or that he simply did not have the desire to do so now? She was uncertain as to what the matter was though as it was it was trading on collar for another.

Therion did not own her but he did not fail as far as tormenting her went. But a part of her mind had thought of the matter. As horrifying as it was to be reduced to such a simple state there was the advantage of having to worry about just one of the creatures and not as many as she dealt with now.

She had not know his whims either and their was the whole creepy issue with that skeleton that indicated that he either enjoyed having an audience or worse would have performed in front of such an audience only to allow them to have what was left over …

Fear shone through her eyes as she contemplated the unknown though encouraged to look she turned her waist part way so she could see a bit better. She saw the lights though it took a small while to make out enough of the structure to determine that it was the dormitory she was looking at and the campus.

Naked, she was faced with another issue as to how to get back inside. She wasn't so certain she could do so though she had not expected him to fuck her brains out while walking through the school grounds she had not ruled out that he might get close enough so that one or two girls would see.

“That, that's the dorm … you don't mean to ...” perhaps an audience of one or two to share her fame. She was broadcast live once to an alien audience but never saw that audience but this was a bit different then that. This could be among girls she saw daily even if she didn't interact with them what would they think? What rumors would go about especially if they had been untouched … especially if it seemed as if she was enjoying it.

“W-What do you have in m-mind?”

Striktor stopped and paused. They were now standing in the shade of a few trees, close to the buildings, but not within the squares of light coming from the windows.
There were laughter and footsteps. Three schoolgirls, on their way home after late practice at the gym approached. They were talking to each other and not likely to see them, unless either Striktor or Daphnee drew attetion to themselves. Striktor almost wished they would. Maybe he would let his captive rest a little while he raped the trio. Maybe make her play with herself in front of them while he violated them. Or maybe fuck Daphnee in front of them, let them anticipate what would come. She was such a receptive toy, surely they would learn a thing or two from watching.

But no. Much as raping a bunch of girls was tempting, the chance of drawing undue attention was too great. Maybe another time.. Besides, he had an other idea.

Using his mental voice, but more directed now, aimed only at Daphnee, he commanded her to be still, then showed a couple of tentacles into her mouth just to make sure. He slid her off his cock, then held her so that she could watch the girls pass, idly fingering her cunny as they waited.