How long was Yeager down for the count for? It was long enough that the Whisperer wasn't concerned about it. In Kristy's classroom though Aegir noted the sarcasm in her response. There was a time he would have missed it as it and human humor had not sunk in for the longest time despite all the minds he had consumed and tapped into.

Then one day it sort of clicked. At least some of it did then a little more and more still. He did not understand all of it though. But in her head in she was there in that room finally given the opportunity to change something. His focus shifted to the door as did most of the cultists save for Miguel and Rachel.

The door was no different then the chains. It took more or less the same time though there was more material to work with. The door cracking like an egg then falling away in splinters revealing the path beyond. The splinters became dust then nothingness and she felt his hand stroking the back of her head. He was looking at the spot though what was going through his head was something she could not fathom.

His motives had been unclear but he answered her at last as if processing it all. Yes … very sufficient … He looked at her, studied her before a tentacle curled over her waist assisting her up to her feat. A hand slipped about the curve of her breast nice and slow. His thumb traced against the nipple while another tentacle lifted up beneath her thighs the tip wasting no time in pressing into her once more, suddenly without teasing her this time nor holding back as he had showed her just how adapt he had been at this. He slowed a few times, stopped at others when she was too close then let her settle some.

Don't you want to cum? A trick question perhaps knowing what was in store for her if she did cum and yet there was no end to his teasing as it started up as soon as she recovered just enough.

She tried desperately to glean some kind emotion from the false god's strange visage but she got nothing. He hadn't sounded displeased in her head but then he coiled a snake-like appendage around her waist and lifted her to her feet. He cupped her breast in one strong hand but he didn't squeeze or twist it cruelly but merely traced the nipple thoughtfully. Then without warning another one of those damned tentacles slipped between her thighs and up inside her.

He wasn't playing this time. His deliberate movements clearly meant to drive her quickly to orgasm. She cringed against the unwanted pleasure he was wringing from her. He drove her almost to the edge and then slowed almost to a stop just short of making her cum. She bit her tongue to keep herself from crying out in anguish, half wanting and half fearing what he had been doing to her. His voice taunted her in her head, making it clear that any answer she gave would be the wrong one somehow. He would do the opposite of want she wanted.

He continued playing with her as he awaited her reply and she cursed herself for not running earlier. He was either punishing her for something or he got off on torturing her. Both most likely. Maybe he'd seen her removing the door as the act of defiance that is was. She dug her nails into her palms to force herself to focus. She wasn't even sure what she was fighting for anymore. If she came he would throw her to the cultists who would surely kill her in their ardour, then Simon would be save. But if she begged to cum he would simply prolong this torture. The same if she begged him to stop. She had already seen how unaffected he was by the word "please".

There was only one answer that might appease him but she was loathed to say if but she was afraid of want might happen if he continued to torment like that. Her brain would break if she didn't bend and breaking would do no one any good. So, she swallowed her pride and forced her to say, "I want whatever pleases you, lord..."

A pause. He regarded her for a moment as that tentacle slowly eased out of her. Is that so? He laid her back though tentacles working to coil about her ankles as he spread her legs gazing down between them at that juicy slit before drawing closer. Other tentacles looped about her wrists holding her down to the stone as he drew her arms back over her head.

His hands fell to her breasts squeezing them and pushing them together. His tongue crept against her chest slowly scaling down her body halting at her clit. He swirled against it tracing a lone finger along her clit. He teased a bit more as if listening or waiting for something though it wasn't long before he halted in that approach moving up and over her smaller frame. That larger member of his pressing against her slit, rubbing it a few times as if making her well aware of what was going to happen next.

And it did, pressing inside her slowly though to her relief not fully. He was deeper then what she had before but not by much almost as if testing her limits but not by much and certainly no more then she could manage. Once he had displayed just how deep he was going to go he began moving within her. Nice and slow though this time he would not halt before she reached her peak or afterward continuing on as she reached it.

Many eager cultists watching on, some even regretting have cum because they had to wait longer but none dared enter into that circle. It had been as if he had counted all the orgasms as one long one. But now rather than teasing her he was giving her that pleasure without an end, his member always slow though the angle of approach switched up.

Seizing her young breasts he squeezed them as a tentacle rubbed against her clit. Then she felt the throbbing, minor at first then growing within her causing him to pulse within her core. He was getting closer but still used that same slow pace as he looked down upon her halting for a moment as if hearing something, pausing to listen then probably dismissing it as he went back to those slow even thrusts within her as he held her there.

Her body relaxed as the tentacle withdrew from inside her. It seemed she had bought herself a short reprieve. The Whisperer was by no means done with her though. He eased her to the floor and she didn't fight him. She did tense when tentacles began parting her legs again and pinned her wrists over her head. She didn't trust the monster not to start teasing her again.

His hands found her breasts and began to fondle them again. His teasing tentacle did not return to her sex though. Instead he lowered his head to her body. She watched in wonderment as his facial tentacles part and a tongue began to explore her body. She hadn't expected that and the sensation of his tongue of her breasts both surprised and delighted her. She laid her head back on the stone floor and closed her eyes as his hands and mouth ventured lower.

She decided not to fight the sensations he was giving her. If he meant to make her cum now she wouldn't fight him. It was better to get it over with already. If that was even where he was going with all of this. His mouth found her clit and she let out a small gasp. He teased her there with his tongue and finger for a moment before rising over her. Her eyes were still closed but she felt his shadow fall over her. She waited a breathless moment for whatever he planned to do next.

She felt something prodding as her entrance, but it wasn't the tentacle returning. It was something harder and... Alarm shoot through her as she realized that it was his larger cock. Her eyes shot open and she flinched involuntarily as he began to force himself inside her. She felt him stretching her, delving deeper than the tentacle had but he stopped before it became unbearable. He gave her a moment to adjust and comprehend that he meant to go no deeper. Once that was clear he began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes.

She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax again. He wasn't hurting her. His movements actually felt rather pleasant now that she wasn't fighting him. It didn't hurt like she had expected her first time to hurt. Perhaps her hymen had already torn when he'd roughly tentacle raped her earlier. Or perhaps he had simply stretched her enough in preparation that she didn't tear at all. Such things were possible.

She shook those thoughts away and concentrated on the feel of him inside her. She tried to divorce herself from the bitter reality of what was going on around her. She shut out the sounds of the cultists as they touched themselves in anticipation of what was going to come next. She ignored the alien touch of tentacles all around her and tried to imagine that this was someplace normal. That it wasn't some eldritch monster fucking her but a handsome human lover. She wasn't trying to manifest anything, just trick her own mind into accepting the pleasure being offered.

The Whispered did not seem opposed to playing the part of a kind lover now. His thrust were gentle but firm, urging her closer to release each time. She sighed longingly as she felt the tension mount. She wanted to cum. She was so tired of fighting it. She moved up to meet his thrusts as much as she could with her legs pinned. She felt her climax nearing and her heart rate quickened. She feared he would stop but he didn't. He fucked her right to the edge of bliss and pushed her over it. She screamed in ecstasy as she came at long last.

Terror stuck a second later as she remembered that she horrifying was supposed to happen now but the Whisperer didn't stop to let her think about it. He continued thrusting, stirring into another frenzy and making her cum again. "Oh my god!" She gasped as he still didn't stop. She felt him throbbing within her, signaling that he was close too now. She had the strange desire to cum with her, to climax together and feel their juices mingle inside her. "Please god..." She begged, using the title she thought he'd like best. "Cum with me. I want to feel you filling me."

The cultists had not ravaged her yet, it seemed that the Whisper had other things on his mind finding that she was surrendering to the moment working her hips upward against him as he filled her with patient lust. Her movements made their joining quicker though his pace remained the same.

Adjusting to her own movements that angle seemed to be forever on the mark now. His hold on her loosened enough to allow more freedom in her movements though he could always tighten his hold in an instant had he wanted to or needed too. Her first orgasm was bitter sweet as she realized the consequences for it but when he did not yet stop and none of the cultists set upon her she had her focus shift to riding out her second release and yet he still did not stop as if seeing how much her young body could take.

There was an answering chuckle to that request. Tentacles soon swept over her breasts as hands gripped her hips pulling her up onto his cock as he pressed into her with more speed though no deeper then before he matched the urgency of that pace throbbing against her, finding something exhilarating in her words perhaps.

He came timing it well with her own release swelling up and stretching her to her limits before expelling his seed within her then contracting again to a more reasonable size. He remained there for a time then slid out of her allowing the excess seed to spill out of her.

Open your eyes, he said to her as he trailed a hand lazily down her chest as those tentacles continued to mold and squeeze her breasts. There had been no telling what was in store for her now once her eyes opened and she was forced to confront this nightmare of Yeager's creation.

He responded stronger than she'd expected to her request. He lifted her hips into the air and drove down into her. She pushed back against the floor, trying to brace herself against the assault. It felt amazing. She gave herself up to it completely. His pace quicken as he took what she offered. His still cool tentacles brushed her flushed skin as she crooned in ecstasy. She could feel a third orgasm building and she reached for it desperately.

When the wave finally broke over her it was explosive mass she screamed. The Whisperer came in the same instant, plunging deeper than before and filling her with his alien seed. She might have been concerned about that if she could think straight but she was still riding the shock wave of her orgasm. He withdrew from within her and lowered her to the floor where she lay hopelessly, just trying to catch her breath.

She felt his tentacles still writhing about her, squeezing and molding her breast. His hand brushed her cheek and he told her to open her eyes. She obeyed, instantly opening them but her gaze was unfocused. She was clearly still acting on auto-pilot, not allowing herself to think. She didn't want to think. Thinking was the enemy. She just wanted to lay there in sweet oblivion and savor the afterglow while it lasted. She knew it would be over soon. Everything would be over soon, she thought sadly then brushed it away. No thinking, she reminded herself. She forced her gaze to focus on the dark god still towering over her. Knowing he was trying to get her attention and that disobeying him would be bad."Yes?"

It had been unintentional. She wasn't trying anything accept in fooling her mind some though it was hard to distract from those tentacles wrapped about her breasts. The ones on her hands and legs could have been rope tying her down and were easy enough but almost everything else had been waved away … though as her sight came back into focus there were quite a few changes. First there were no cultists in sight.

The ground had been stone but only the circle of stone contained in that bizarre circle. The rest had been a grassy field someplace. Another moment later she thought that it was the police station or what was left of it as if her mind simply deleted most of it save for the stone beneath her.

The fog was gone, it was day though Yeager was laying there outside the circle of stone indicating that she had not moved anywhere at all or if she had it was within Yeager's dream and she could not delete him from it. Nor the Whisperer it seemed. He had been unchanged.

She didn't know if she could affect him, hadn't even been aware that she had altered something though she noted that he was squinting now as if he had some sort of aversion to the light even though it was not too bright. It hadn't taken her long to realize that it was from looking outside the circle as he drew her attention to it. Inside it had dimmer lighting and she had to question if that was intentional on her part or remained unaffected by her and stayed at the same lighting levels as inside the building.

You actually sent them back to their respective cities or elsewhere in this settlement. I only sense the boy, yourself and Yeager. My suspicions were correct. I no longer need that sign unless you fail to cooperate ...

He studied her as he let these chances all sink in. Unless of course you rather keep to what we already agreed upon. The cultists returned, most of them any way. Manifestations of the Whisperer's will perhaps. All remained outside the circle, all eyed her with hungry eyes as he shifted her once he extracted his tentacles from restraining her positioning her on her hands and knees looking away from him and out towards her eager audience. Yet it had not seemed he was through with her just yet but giving her a small grace period as his hand rubbed against her rump.

She blinked disbelievingly at what she had done. She hadn't been trying to change anything but maybe that's why it worked. She wanted to be out of the police station and away from the threat of the cultists so bad that she had sent them all away. Shame her abilities hadn't done anything to Yeager or the Whisperer. She was relieved to see the sun and the absence of the watching cultists.

Her relieve was short lived though as the Whisperer spoke again, finally hinting at his true intentions for her. He took her refusal to assist him for granted and followed his words up with a threat. He recalled a portion of the banished cultists and positioned her on her knees before them. She yelped in alarm, pushing back onto her knees to repulsion to his latter suggestion. "No!" She recoiled from the encroaching threat of being gang raped but his devote and began trembling uncontrollably. I'll... I'll cooperate, I swear. Please, send them away again..."

A hand set upon her shoulder with her reaction to the latest spectators. The yellow sign was a key to get out of this place, it seemed that Yeager had been incapable of drawing him further to the real though she proved to be a key of a different sort too. The cultists remained a moment longer then vanished.

Then we have an understanding. That little revision made to their agreement though he had not instructed her to undo the cultists as if he had already known she would fail going up against his will since it was apparent he created them. His words hinted that they were manifestations, if he could not get out of this place then it didn't seem that he would be able to pull them back into this place once they were free of it.

A mere finger rubbed in small circles against her back door. Tentacles reached around her to take her breasts again and though he gave her a bit of time to recover first the tip of another tentacle began to steal over her clit. Now, now, how to use your ability to the fullest … I do not believe you have the power capable in moving me closer to an exit, one of those sites that Yeager cannot breech. As he probably mentioned that he can only show you the door but unable to pass through it. It is at these spots where the boundary between the real and unreal is thinnest. You may be able to dismiss the cultists but I cannot leave this space and thus you would have to bring it to me but that can wait for now ...

It must have felt as if he were speaking out loud rather than looking for an answer. He may have need of the sign but there was a small chance that she could be useful too. But he didn't mull that matter over for long before she could feel the tip of that masculine member returning to her soaked entrance. He seemed to have recovered or had thought that her break time had been over as he pressed into both holes a little at a time. His finger not going too deeply into her backside, perhaps to the second knuckle which was a bit deeper then her second knuckle but not by much. Nor did that impressive member go any deeper then it had before.

Steadily he took her making her his plaything all over again but at least there was no audience this time and the only scent of sex had been their own.

She jumped in reaction to his hand gripping her shoulder, afraid he'd pushed her back down. He didn't though. He merely prevented her from getting to her feet. The cultists vanished and he voiced his approval. He moved a finger down to toy with her ass while he thought aloud about how he wished to use her. She squirmed against the attention to her untried hole, not likely where this was going.

His words made little sense to her. Before he said he wouldn't need the sign with the abilities she had at his disposal but now he seemed to want to use her to fetch it for him. "I've already looked for the sign and couldn't find it. What do you need it for?" She asked but it seemed he'd decided to use her in another way first. He invaded both her holes. Her snatch was still sex slickened and already accustom to the feel of his massive prick inside her so that invasion was not so bad. The finger in her asshole made her hiss in discomfort. He did not press it very far but she had not been prepared and the friction stung.

He resumed fucking her with little concern to these detailed. She sighed in resignation and leaned back against him. She would have to wait it out she supposed. He seemed to be in no rush to release her from these duties. She decided to concentrate on relaxing. He was bound to want to stuff something more substantial in her sphincter soon and she should prep herself for the assault since he clearly didn't plan to. She closed her eyes again and focused on her breathing, willing her muscles to relax.

I do not need the sign. It is real though. It was locked away in this place of dreams and Yeager learned how to enter this place by altering his own dreams. He lacks the power to draw me any further into reality then here, succeeding only in his dreams though you mortals can be sent back and forth … of all those that had the talent to alter dreamscapes you are the first to actually send others back. Others have managed to alter things but only once and in smaller ways. Even a weakened Yeager was too much for them to handle though you managed it thrice.

Once with the chains, the door and counting the change of setting and dismissal of the others as a sole incident that as well. He explained, the finger in her backside circled against her as it pressed in now then reversed and circled in opposite fashion. In contrast with his member it continued to assail her there slowly though his own member increased in speed eventually tough still he did not delve any deeper inside her then the current depth using about half that length she guessed.

So Yeager needs it to transition me from my reality to that of his dreams to what you would consider the real. It seems that you may not even need the sign to bring me from this place though there is the small problem that I cannot leave this circle and you must move it, that I do not think you can do but you have been full of surprises thus far so it is worth exploring … but you do not need words to communicate to me ...

It was as if he had suddenly realized this and while her eyes had been closed she soon felt the tip of a tentacle playing with her lips as he drew her head back by the hair making it very clear that he intended on taking each of her holes simultaneously.

He needed her to move the circle. She opened her eyes to take in the new surroundings of the circle. She thought it might be possible. If it was her dream she could certainly have pulled it off but she would need some idea of where he wanted to move it to. As it was she didn't have an opportunity to ask. The Whisperer seemed to have decided that he had a better use for her mouth just then and began tracing a tentacle across her lips.

She clinched her jaw respectively, letting out an exasperated humpf through her nose. She did not want to take his tentacle into her mouth but she had sworn to be cooperative. Reluctantly she relaxed her jaw and parted her lips for the creature. She closed her eyes again and tried one more time to clear her mind. She wanted her dealings with this monster to be over but the Whisperer was in now rush it seemed so she would have to suffer his attentions a while longer.

He had not cared if she wanted to accept that tentacle of not and would have forced it in had she not relaxed her jaw muscles. He knew he was much stronger then her and it was easy to bring renewed pain had he wanted as he had no need for being gentle with her either to experience his own pleasure at least.

His hold on her hair had remained loose and by surrendering to that tentacle it didn't slide into her mouth as deep as before. His finger still moved within her backside barely penetrating her though that circular motion back one way then the other had to be preparing her for more to come she could only assume.

Her tongue felt that tentacle against it coiling and playing with it as if it where a tongue as well though now he cock slid forth an inch deeper then it had. Just more than half the fourteen inches, big but not excessive though it did ease up a bit in the process of taking more almost as if he was allowing her to adjust a bit first.

Breasts where played with and squeezed. Not just that but he was pulling them up and down as if they were udders that he was milking. At the same time their tips brushed against her nipples as he played with her cit with another.

The finger in her rear slipped in a bit deeper now though kept to that even pace as it swirled about. Where too? He seemed to consider her unspoken question either he had seen it in her mind or was considering the problem while he was taking her so thoroughly though he had not made it obvious one way or the other.

That can wait for now I suppose.

She kept her eyes closed but imagining was wasn't being thoroughly screwed over by an alien was nigh impossible with so much of his strange anatomy touching her. His tentacles worked her breast has though she was a cow in need of milking. Maybe that's how he saw her. Just some lowly beast of burden and fucking him was her burden. He was clearly more concerned with his enjoyment than hers. One of his tentacles was playing with her clit, but it wasn't enough to cancel out the pain as he pushed deeper into her ass and cunt.

She cringed at the pain but she didn't fight him. She didn't actively participate either though. She gave the tentacle in her mouth a token effort but there was not true feeling in it. She may not be able to pretend this wasn't happening to her but she could still divorce her feelings from it. At least until he commanded her to do more. She had agreed to be compliant but she wasn't going to waste creative energy trying to please him. He hadn't told her to do anything yet so she just relaxed as much as she could and let him play with her body as he wanted.

Nor had he given her any commands though he could have been far rougher with her. There had been no need to at this point though there had been no real way of telling just how far he would go. While it did not seem possible for her to take his full length she had the very real experience of him taring through Yeager to get her transitioning from whatever dimension or reality into one that was a bit closer to her own.

So close and yet so far. He could stuff himself inside, she had seen the evidence of that but at the same time it was hard to believe that she could take that much into herself.

But such questions had gone unanswered for now at least. He stopped just as suddenly as the noise, the clatter of wood against stone. She was facing away in the opposite direction and would strain to see. The Whisperer made no attempt in stopping her from doing so, the tentacle slipped out of her mouth and she felt the others halt and could have seen him looking back wrapped up in things perhaps though who could honestly say.

On the stone she could see a plank of wood, yellow in color … the sign? She could only see it from the side but it made her feel hazy just looking at it. She could hear whispers in her head though could not make out the words though the whispers seemed full of malice and ended as soon as she averted her eyes.

“There's your stinking sign! Now let her go!” She could here him but not quite see him and with the Whisperer looking back it was hard to tell what he was thinking not that it would have been any easier if he were looking at him All she could make out was that he was looking down at the at the sign.

But he had said something earlier about still sensing Simon. At the of her alteration and dismissing the others he was clearly out of her range as was the person that had been cooking the pizza earlier if even a person at all.

A long moment passed.

It seems that he pulled through for you. She could feel that cock slowly drawing back as the finger escaped her rear at the same time. He did not need her any longer or Simon for that matter but he did not kill her. In fact the clothing that had been shredded from her not so long ago had been restored while she was shielded fro Simon a small mercy or reward perhaps he was almost as difficult to read as the inconsistent Yeager but it seemed that he had been pleased with these results just as well.