Hmmm, seems like she's still a bit nervous. Maybe I should school her just a little bit.

Letting his slick skin lubricate her palms, he moved the leathery shafts across her hands, gently shifting her arms up and down to give a handjob - paying particular attention to apply just about enough force to guide her hands to service the lengths in her hand, without damaging her limbs. Her throat tightening up as his nodules began to engorge gave him sufficient warning to ease off his invasion of her throat. Withdrawing the thicker, knobbly shaft from her lips with a parting spurt of thick lube, he gave her a smaller, more tapered limb with a velvety-smooth texture to suck on.

No need to rush it. I'll have lots of fun with you. Lets start off with your favorite spot first.

With that, he began to focus on giving individual commands to the mass of wormlike tendrils running to and fro across her breasts - and as the commands were interpreted, the disorganized mass stopped milling around and began to work together, forming a set of ropes by coiling around one another. The slick lengths began to rub back and forth, slowly settling around her flushed breasts, binding them up and pushing it upwards in a way to enhance her cleavage as the larger sucker-tipped tentacles finally began to suck hard on her nipples.

Hmm, you've definitely got potential. Lets draw it out of you, nice and easy.

All the while, the shaft embedded in her throbbing cunt continued its relentless journey, only pausing as it closed in on her cervix. It lay there for a few moments, slowly exuding more of its lubricant oils into her before once again drawing itself out of her body, inch by inch again with maddening slowness until at last the supple length was pulled free from her pussy. It waited again, before starting the process all over.

Her head was swimming with the intense feelings brought to her. Those sensitive breasts were pushed together, the mass of tentacles there growing thicker and more intertwined as it sucked sharply on her nipples which sent a renewed flood of euphoria through her.

At the same time the tentacles she held took charge growing moist in her grasp and moving as if instructing her as to what it had expected her to do. Etolie didn't know why but she followed suit her hands trying to match that pace as the tentacle in her mouth with drew.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped out as the tentacle popped free. Another was presented to her, smaller than the first taking it's place. It was smooth requiring less effort than the last as her tongue flicked around it. Occasionally ceased only to moan out loudly as it drew out of her after such a slow advance.

Pulling back just as slow it was both maddening and pleasurable causing her to lift her hips as the next thrust came just as slow. She was unable to stop it, overwhelmed her pussy tightened around it, juices pouring over that appendage as she could not prevent herself from cumming hard around it with that second thrust into her.

Those walls throbbed and convulsed around the invader, after shocks of her own pleasure keeping her forever dangling over that abyss that her body never wanted to end.

Attagirl. You're a fast learner.

Rewarding her obedience, he slid the coils from the girl's forearms, shifting them down to her arms, giving her a lot more freedom with her arms. At the same time, he slid in a pair of nodule-loaded, eerily warm shafts in between her face and the hood, the soft bumps settling over her eyelids as the pressure on the hood was released.

The 'harness' began to roughly grope her tits as he continued to suck on her nipples, relishing in her reactions as he began to roughly tug the sucker-tipped shafts, adding another dimension of sensation to her perky breasts. Meanwhile, the tapered thing that had been teasing her tongue not unlike a lover's deep kiss began to slowly work her way into her throat, stopping whenever she gagged and letting her breathe before continuing its journey into her.

At the same time, the powerful shaft that had been teasing her with slow penetrations and exits had gradually picked up the pace, each inward stroke bringing it closer to her cervix until at last, it bottomed out in her - eliciting her first orgasm. As her juices overflowed, the knobbly thing caressed her quivering cervix for a split second before slowly withdrawing completely.

Before she could respond, she heard the shifting of flesh above as the pair of tentacles holding her legs began to adjust her legs upwards - and she felt a different, albeit similarly adorned length once again rub her mound, gathering up what lubrication it could before it began to worm its way into her cunt again. Unlike the slow teasing before, this one worked harder, banging away to an unknown beat to really pleasure her - but not fast enough to do any damage.

Satisfied with how she was handling three at once, he decided to introduce her to the fourth angle of attack. Jostling a larger, nodule-lined shaft behind her, he let it poke her butt a few times to send the message that he'd be giving her ass a whirl too.

It's not fair for your butt to be left alone, especially when it so cute and perky.

While there hadn't been any vocal communication it seemed like intentions were made clear. Further she was given even more freedom with those tendrils sliding down her arms even more allowing for a greater range of movement. She obliged, her hands tight but not too tight rubbing up and down.

All she could imagine was that this thing was some sort of slug with a mass of tentacles. Pinkish she thought, not that there was any reason why. Maybe it was a compressed ball, a mass of tentacles each with it's own purpose. The one know in her mouth worked against her tongue in a familiar way promoting her to duel against it. She was far better at kissing then consuming cock so it came more naturally.

Her breasts ached pleasantly so and it built up the tempo below. Slowly it picked up steam but stopped short of taring her apart. It was quit pleasant as if it had been after her pleasure or her mutual enjoyment. She had never paid it any mind to why these things did what they did.

With her legs being lifted upward a different tentacle teased along her quivering labia. Her pussy clenched in the aftermath as tremors still ripped through her. Then the new tentacle descended into her as others covered her eyelids not that she could see as it was. Instinct took over and she closed her eyes as it drilled into her.

“Mnmph! YESYESYES!” Muffled cries resounded as that tentacle pressed into her again and again, fast but not fast enough to cause any damage.

Then another probed her ass. No not there! She wiggled as best as she could in a futile effort to get away from it. Not that she had been a stranger to anal. It had been more the dominance in it that she had been loathe to give up. Not that there was any dominance obtained snared up in this position.

She could only move so far, however, and certainly had been at it's mercy or lack thereof as the case may be.

When her body suddenly twitched and bent away from at his fourth attack, his attention was drawn almost at once. The way she desperately moved her hips gave him all he needed to know. In fact, he didn't even need to translate her little outburst. Her body sang her fear of anal to him as her vaginal muscles spasmed and a powerful gulp drove his oral intrusion a little deeper.

Oh. Ohhh. I see how it is. You're completely new to anal, aren't you. That's fine, there's a first time for everything. Let's try this instead.

The length retreated from her puckered-up butt hole, replaced by something she felt was more 'flat and tapered' than the cock-shaped intruder that had been poking around. The tentacles holding her legs open shifted her position back onto this tongue-like organ and it began to massage her anus and the soft skin between her legs. Recovering from the interruption, the rest of the shafts working on her began to return to their rhythmic beats.

The twin sets of suckers milking her tits were the first to recover - reaching their initial speed after a few moments, only for the suckers to start 'biting' her nipples as it struggled to hang on as he squeezed and sucked her tits hard. Following closely was the dual tentacles working on her clit and pussy, with both of them reaching a crescendo only moments after the suckers tugging at her tits had achieved what she could call a feeding frenzy. The tapered length in her mouth was another story; as it hilted in her, it withdrew from her after making sure her gag reflexes had been completely suppressed.

Replacing it was the cock-like thing that had lubricated her throat beforehand. Again, the process started anew as he slowly slid the thing into her mouth, waiting while her tongue serviced and draped his shaft in a combined layer of her saliva and his oily ooze. Properly lubricated, he then began to drive the length down her throat.

Better?

She was surprised to say the least. Her little struggle was all for naught, she knew that though she gasped out in relief when she wasn't harpooned. Etolie was having a tougher time making this thing out. It's motives, aside from taking her against her say so it had seemed to work towards her pleasure.

That tendril replaced by a flatter one that worked around her puckered anus while it's assault continued. Her body was soft, warm and hot convulsing around that member that speared into her. Her clit pleasured along with her tits she understood that she was unlikely to hope for anything better given her predicament.

The tentacle left her mouth letting her gasp out and draw a quick breath before another replaced it. Was it the first? She wasn't certain but it was larger pressing in deeper in time with those heavenly thrusts below.

“Mmmph! Ahh! Uhh!” Her muffled moans spilled out against that tentacle. Her flower clamping down against that tentacle with the onset of another strong orgasm equal in strength to the first. There had been a string of smaller ones after the first but nothing topped the latest.

Her body building up to this stage, slow that build up in tempo. She still was unaware what it was doing with her eyes but she that did not concern her as much as that appendage working beneath her. She had relaxed somewhat though her heart was still racing it was settling down a bit knowing that it's interest hadn't waned but nothing was being shoved inside her.

Her tongue tried to work around the tentacle pressing deep inside her mouth but found it a bit harder as it focused more on getting deeper so instead she shifted her tact and tightened her lips around and dashing her tongue along it's underside.

Lubrication is important, but what's more is relaxation. Try to relax, and maybe you'll walk away a little more powerful than you thought you were.

The thick shaft coiled around her neck began to ripple, thrumming as it worked its dense muscles to massage her neck and shoulders as she obediently took in the large length slowly sliding into her mouth. This was followed closely by a freshly lubricated shaft being slid into her cleavage, curving away from her body as it stimulated her breasts while the sucker-tipped tentacles popped off her swollen nipples.

Meanwhile, the shaft that was incessantly pounding away at her pussy had grown warmer and warmer, bubbling nodules of rubbery flesh erupting across its surface as it also withdrew with the same overwhelming slowness that he teased her with. Finally, the length that had dived down her throat was also withdrawn - it similarly throbbed before the twin shafts in her hands, the length buried in her cleavage and the tentacles that he had withdrawn from her mouth and cunt spasmed before spraying her with something that felt like cold, oily lotion. Using several tentacles, he worked to massage the icy goop onto her and as if by some unspeakable magic, the cold chill became warmth as the strange liquid was worked into her body by those alien limbs.

Go ahead, take it all in. How's that?

He still had her securely bound by the arms, neck and legs. After a few moments, he pulled back his eye palps and admired his handwork. Almost as an afterthought, he pulled back the tongue-like limb that was still massaging her anus.

“mmph awww!!!” She murmured against the tentacle in her mouth. As her hands worked over the ones they had been gripping she felt the smooth surfaces take on a rougher texture as those bumps appeared on the surface.

Like taste buds swelling it had been a sign that it was getting closer or so she had assumed. One moment she was being over stimulated by the mass of tentacles and the next they were drawing away from her, even the ones that had hooded her eyes.

A stream of cum, at least what she had guessed was cum collided with her body. Face, chest, hands, legs. Everywhere had been coated in a cold shower. She shivered, cumming hard as her arched back dropped to the floor. She breathed in ragged breaths as her body came down from such incredible highs.

That warm cum or was it gel had been rubbed against her by those tentacles. What had been cold became warm as her neck and shoulders were massage by the tentacle around her neck as it convulsed. Her hands stopped moving but still held the tendrils in each after feeling them explode. Her hands sticky with that substance.

“Oh, that was great!” She panted as she laid there. She still felt it's presence close by, even continued to hold it. Dare she move? Try to get the hood free from her head? She remained still for the moment all to aware that she was still wrapped up and thus not finished with her she guessed. Or was it?

The warm heat that suffused the air had been playing tricks on her senses. What she had felt was a withdrawal from her eyes was actually two more sets of tentacles shuffling around making sure she was breathing properly. After giving her a few seconds to catch her breath, the shafts tightened around her arms and neck - firmly, but not enough to really hurt her as the leathery lengths coiled around her legs eased slightly towards her ankles. The nodule-pulsating tentacle over her eyes adjusted its position as she was semi-pulled, semi-carried to her new position.

He carefully rolled her over, guiding her onto her elbows and knees. Instead of the hard floor of the classroom, her skin met with her thick, discarded robe. He supposed that it should make the matter of staying bent over for an extended period of time a more tolerable idea for her.

Ready for round two? Let's start.

The mass of tentacles seemed to grow outwards from below, suckers latching onto her skin, her neckline, stomach and the small of her back first, then the now-familiar sensation of coiling lengths molesting her tits came next. The throbbing shaft around her neck tightened ever so slightly as it continued to thrum with inner heat as a pair of bumpy, very slick shafts began to rub themselves against her cunt and butthole in a synchronous pattern. Finally, the familiar sucker-tipped lengths finally found her nipples after poking around in the dark for a bit.

I'm going to leave your mouth free for a bit. Try and get used to this first.

Her breathing was fine but ragged. Her chest rising and falling as tentacles slithered the lotion-like substance against her spreading that warmth against tingling flesh. Then those tentacles that had been securing her limps tightened with all the slack leaving them though fell short of crushing her appendages or cutting off her air supply.

“Uh!” She managed a whine of sorts feeling her body shifting and rotating until she was deposited down again. The fabric beneath her had to be her clothes or the robe itself as she didn't feel the hard wood floor beneath her.

The hood only retained it's place over her head though most of it dangled to the floor over her shoulder as only the hood itself seemed important. More tentacles approached her, rubbing and tracing over her. Her mouth remained free this time around but a renewed touch coiled around her sensitive tits. Blood continued through them.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped out then a shiver spread through her with it's renewed interest to her ass. Wiggling away from one tendril only pushed her up against the other more which could easily push her back against the other as it played then aligned with her.

She shook her head from side to side as much as that throbbing tentacle around it allowed.

“Please! No! Not there!” It was useless, however, given how little she could move and how wrapped up she was. Her words were for naught, for while it appeared sentient it had not verbally communicated with her.

In the end she stilled, either coming to the conclusion that struggling was useless in this situation or by a little more force, pressure against her wind pipe and easier reminder of the situation she was in.

Please in the context of a request. No, as in, she doesn't want that. Not there, she must be referring to her butt. Hey, I'm getting the hang of translating human speech!

He shrugged and complied with her desperate plea. Both the slick shafts moving laterally from her holes avoided penetrating her this time - both working at teasing her pussy and ass by roughly rubbing the bumpy heads on her mound and butthole, smearing both holes with more of that warm gel and her own secretions. He kept at this, without any further attempt to push into either of her holes. If he was to properly tame this girl, he would have to utilize her weakness properly. Adjusting the curves of the shafts, he began to rub both her cunt and asshole aggressively.

Only an idiot straight out of Human Domestication 101 would make such a stupid mistake. See, domestication isn't about how well you can rush and claim, but how to make a subject willing to cater to your needs.

The slick tentacles groping her tits began to coil around her upper body, and the powerful suckers that seemed to sniff around her chest zeroed in on her already erect nipples and began to roughly suck on them again. The smaller tentacles that had attached themselves on her skin slightly pinched her, looking for something as they 'sniffed' around her before settling on relaxing into certain spots.

She relaxed somewhat though the threat was still there. Tentacles rubbing against her ass and pussy lips spreading more of that gel against her along with her own juices. She could smell the sex in the air even with those juices directed to her lower body.

Her breathing had been a little more regular now but there was still no slack in the tentacles so she couldn't remove the hood and shaking it free wasn't an option with it holding the fabric closed around her skull. Even if she could have grabbed at the hood her actions would have been contested and thwarted.

Etolie was pretty sure she didn't want to see, not that there was too much illumination in the room to begin with. Considering all that she had been imaging she didn't think it was for the best. Those tendrils sped up against her, bumps rubbing against her along with that gel that warmed the more in was pressed in against her.

“Oh! Uh! Ah!” She gasped as it continued. Coils of those tendrils wrapped against the sensitive nature of her breasts, sharp nipples attacked and sucked on promoting a stark cry from her mouth that dropped open in a profound O.

She stilled outside of her breathing. A constant stream of her own arousal, a thick trickle of her juices smeared one of the tentacles, her upper thighs and splattered down to the fabric of her robe beneath her body.

Whatever it was doing had been a sheer torture of delights perhaps it was prolonging her own pleasure, pushing her closer to the brink of ruin. Heat both inside and out swept over her. Her hands close into fists feeling the warm slipperiness of some of that gel against her palms.

“F-Fuck me,” the words were meek but she couldn't take it any longer. The last monster that had attacked her like this used some sort of aphrodisiac leaving her longing after abandoning her.

If he had the organs to do so, he would have smiled at her request. So instead, he opened his jaws just a little to exhale in satisfaction.

What a good girl, so eager to please. Very well, as acknowledgement of your obedience, I'll give you a special lesson on self-improvement that you'll be able to utilize quite well.

Responding to her heartfelt request, the nodule-loaded tentacle working at her cunt coiled around for a bit - then penetrated her. Slowly at first to make sure she could take it, then faster as her body began to rock back and forth. He had been keeping tabs on which spots pleasured her the most and now he used it to his full advantage, drawing out her full pleasure.

The suckers placed on her neck and body weren't there for her pleasure - it had been listening into her vital signs and breathing like an organic ECG. With her next set of orgasms building up, he gently tugged at her arms and the organic 'harness' on her chest, pulling her backwards onto the muscular tentacles that penetrated and massaged her. Another set of smaller, finger-like tentacles descended past her face, caressing her neck and eventually finding her tits which now looked sore from the constant teasing.

He continued to pound away at her pussy and tease her rear until her orgasm had built up completely, ready to explode. Without warning, he suddenly stopped the full assault on her body, leaving her bound in a way she could bend her knees to lower herself on to the one shaft that had been waiting for her; the medium-sized shaft poking at her anal hole. If she moved downwards, it would easily penetrate her thanks to its tapered length, velvet-smooth texture and massive amounts of lubrication that she had provided. With the same slowness as before, he withdrew his tentacle from her drooling cunt as he positioned her slightly to make sure she wouldn't slip.

Seize the power to pleasure yourself... and conquer your fear, my human.

Etolie concluded that it couldn't speak when she heard that sound from behind her in answer to her pleas. “Uh!” Her head lifted back as much as it could in that grasp when she felt the return of that tentacle that teased it's way into her core.

Her body squeezed it tightly making each and every inch tougher to claim. Before long it was plunging into her swiftly and deeply causing her to cry out at each apex of those thrusts. It knew what pleased her and unerringly hit those spots within her.

She had no idea that the tentacles upon her had been monitoring her; her breasts a light red coloration from all the work applied against them, each throbbing, her nipples sensitive to the point that they stung a bit as each stood as hard as diamonds.

“NO!!!” She exclaimed as it drew out of her. She had been reminded of that creature that used that drug against her leaving her in need for what felt like an eternity.

But it had not withdrawn given the sea of tentacles upon her. She couldn't see it but felt it behind her, around her. It still teased her ass but was it … her heart pounded then settled as she felt it again as she pressed down. When she brushed up against that shaft or tentacle, whatever it was she plunged down sharply.

“Oh! Yeah! Ahhh!!!” She dropped down swiftly and rose up just as quick. Muscles clenching as they passed. In little time those squeezes began stronger as she trembled again above it, shudders whipping along her spine as she slows yet does not stop completely as she gets caught up riding that high.

Wonderful, my student. It is time for your reward.

The throbbing lengths that had slacked off before renewed their efforts, growing warmer as its alien blood pumped through its artery-equivalents. The twin shafts that had left her pussy and clit alone to test her determination redoubled their efforts, rewarding her with yet another set of sensations as the dual-shafts pumped her pussy and caressed her engorged clit in sequence. The thing in her ass seemed to bloom with heat as fleshy nodes erupted along its length, giving her anal reaming a whole new set of sensations for her to relish.

Another spurt of that cold gel that seethed with warmth the moment it touched her skin hit her chest and breasts, the firm yet eager tentacles proceeded to massage the stuff onto her sore breasts as the 'harness' tightened just a bit.

I got a little too excited there. This will help you when you wake up.

Moving his lower body opposing the sync of her hips thrusting up and down to further pleasure her as she fucked herself with wild abandon on one of his lateral tentacles, he awarded her eagerness by gently caressing her painfully erect nipples as the lengths coiling around her legs worked in the opposite direction, guiding her into his main body - which she would feel as a mass of tentacles running up her back.

See? Anal isn't so bad. You just need good lubrication and an expert touch to make it juuust right.