“If it will bring you greater enjoyment Master … what … what is the price?”

"Yes, that's it. Use your thoughts - form it as a phalanx of pleasure to those you will serve..." he spoke as her fingers explored her tight pussy. Every ridge of her fingerprints felt clear to her as her fingertips caressed her sensitive lips, taking in just how powerful and incredibly tight she had become. He watched her eagerly as a single digit worked into her depths. The sheer tightness of her depths, instinctually milking her digit actually hurt her finger slightly before she drew it out, slick and wet with her secretions.

"A most enjoyable experience, was it not?" his voice rumbled through her - filling her up, reminding her of the sensation of getting fucked full of cum. "Imagine, wringing out the last drops of cum from those whom you'll serve, leaving them fully satisfied. Such a splendid prize for all your effort thus far, don't you think?"

More tentacles caressed her nipples from over the leather corset - the material seeming to amplify the sensation of his touch as more lengths coiled around her legs, the slick, immaterial sensation now feeling downright pleasant as they rubbed against her panties. A ichor-dripping tentacle kissed her lips, as drops of liquid darkness drip across her lips. The powerful tentacles that hold her up are met with more lengths that form a canopy of darkness that blots out the well-lit quarters, slowly sinking her into an abyss of darkness as more of those pleasurable lengths work their way across her body.

She was tight. Her finger ached in those moments that her body tensed up and she realized that whatever dulled her pain the other day was no longer in effect. That wasn't one of the enhancements she had. That digit throbbed. It took a moment for her to realize that her blood flow had been cut off and only just restarted.

Her training at Slimer's hands had made her susceptible in these escapes to her mind. Never before had they been so vivid, so real. What had begun as a simple visualization swiftly built to such a real experience that Daphnee was unable to disengage from it. She had forgotten that she had been on a simple stage on Shokushu island. He would find that while she had no psychic or magical gifts this meditative technique left her vulnerable to suggestion.

Swiftly her mind filled in the gaps unaware of what was going on before her. She was here in this room, her head spinning, her body flaring feeling her attire against her skin. Tasting the liquid upon her lips while other tentacles embraced her or played with her tits. Nipples stiffened in response to that touch.

Again her body tightened up in response to that liquid. Her head swirling. When she had been able to speak she addressed him once more. “Yes. U-Useful but we … ah … still haven't discussed oh … price ...”

Had she been micro dosed? Was he acting like a drug dealer with that first hit being free knowing she'd be addicted? She reached down grasping the strange alien tentacle. Her hands worked along that length as she attempted to get use to that strange sensation that that touch induced.

As her hands sought to grasp the tentacle, it liquefied under her - almost becoming smoke before it 'read' her intentions, becoming a leathery, solid thing for her fingers to close around. Despite the tough exterior, it still felt pleasant to the touch. The slick sheen stuck to her fingers, making even the simple motion of running her fingertips on each other a fascinating experience now that she was vividly 'aware' of the subtle details on her skin.

“Yes. U-Useful but we … ah … still haven't discussed oh … price ...”

"Enjoying it, aren't you..." he responded, watching her explore her own fingers. "The price for that was the splendid performance you put on for everyone at your auction, which you have paid in full. Ah, but I must warn you not to push yourself too hard. Your skills and talents are real - but there are certain limits your body can take. And I fully intend to enforce these limits."

More of those oily lengths coiled around her body, their graceful motions and synchronized forms working to pleasure her body as she reclined in the throne of living darkness, letting the eyes waft close by, giving them an up-close and persona view of her body as she jostled against the things caressing her body, the leather corset and lacy panties seeming to amplify each glancing touch he gave her. Her panties were now developing a fresher, darker spot up front from this minute ministrations, her breath running faster as the slow burn of arousal continued to flare up inside her.

"Now then, go ahead and show me just how well you can please me."

She might have not worn gloves for all the sensations she was experiencing. So attuned was her touch that the fabric played against the tips of her fingers and her palms. It only took a few seconds before she felt flesh instead. Had she become that sensitive? Had her mind edited out that little barrier?

Probably. As tentacles worked over her corset it felt heavenly as if they were making direct contact with her aroused flesh. She still felt her panties, at least in the sense that she had been aware that they had moistened. Yet they too served little purpose it seemed as his tentacle brushed against the front of them.

Daphnee sucked in a breath. “AH! T-That feels good.”

So this adjustment had been paid for. Her passage was more then ready, heated and tighter than it had ever been. Darkness spiraled around her, eyes orbiting her. The effect made her feel as if she were moving when it was everything else moving around her. In that tiny sphere she could only make out the eyes and the occasional tentacle.

This was more than challenging. It was difficult to focus.

She had pondered what he meant by testing her limits. Imaging various events from her past. That mixed with a combination of her latest enhancement and the loss of that numbing agent. Just how was she going to manage getting anything in there? Then again he did pull himself out of a screen before her eyes. Still …

“Hm ...” she attempted to focus. Closing her eyes helped a bit. Her body still felt as if it were on fire. A moment later her eyes opened back up. The spinning felt a less intense. OK Daph, start small.

Reaching out she takes one of the free tentacles. Feeling it twist in her hands. It morphed becoming a bit more solid as substance filled it in more. Once she had a good hold on it she brought it up to glistening lips. Her tongue licking along it just as if it were an ice cream cone. When getting to the tip her tongue teased against it before darting back down the way it came then up again. Her attention at the tip a bit longer.

She then sucked on the end slowly “slurping” more of that tentacle up unless he moved it or took charge as she worked. While treating the tentacle in this fashion her hands pumped up and down some of that length that tempo increasing as her lips increased their administrations.

It was slick with what felt like living, black ooze that seperated from the semi-liquid form of the tentacle as her tongue flicked the liquid tentacle which immediately solidified its form as her fingers held onto it. The stuff dripping from it felt salty, yet her taste buds craved more - the mild. somewhat familiar flavoring of alien juice rapidly hydrating and seeming to fill the air with oxygen-rich compounds that her lungs eagerly took up, the jolt working to further enhance her natural, ambient senses. Her sense of touch had become so powerful that she could feel the minuscule grooves on the tentacle through her glove-covered fingertips - microscopic nodules guiding her touch with ease, her natural skill at servicing picking out exactly where the lengths would be most sensitive thanks to these indicators, her tongue teasing and licking these points.

He lowered her back down a bit, the looming eyes stepping backwards and further away from her as the room came into view. The massive bed, sized to fit over 6 average-sized humans loomed to view, as the abyss-like creature crept onto it, slowly lowering her down onto the luxurious velvet surface. To her sense-enhanced skin, the bed offered fresh delights as he let her lie on it, siding up close with her as she continued to service the shaft with her superb tongue-play.

"I see you've practiced quite well." he nods approvingly as she services his tentacles. "This is good."

More of his tentacles continue to explore her body, finding erogenous zones uncovered by her daring outfit and subtly teasing them. The tentacle admiring her pussy stayed out of her panties, instead - stroking her nethers over her underwear, causing her to experience not only the tongue-like texture of the tentacle, but the fine weave of her clearly-quality undergarments as well. While he had been content to let her do things her own way, he kept a slow, balanced touch on her crushingly-tight nethers as he prepared to take her fully.

For now, he would let her show off her skills...

The taste of the tentacle was salty. Unlike an actual salty object Daphnee didn't find herself thirsty unless you counted her need for that tentacle. Her tongue played over that unusual surface. Sometimes it felt stiff, at others more gelatinous as if it were in constant flux. Caught up between realities as far as she guessed.

But he didn't appear eager allowing her to dictate the pace. Even as she did she felt each nodule and ridge against her. Her entire body felt like one great nerve bundle. Her attire, what little of it there was, did little to protect her as she was moved back to a huge bed.

At least her head stopped spinning as she grew more accustom to the sensations that enveloped her. “AH!” She gasped at the touches she was receiving. Soft mews escaped her as she persevered. Her back exploding in bliss as it made contact with those velvet sheets.

Daphnee quaked. “OH MY GAWD!” Her back arched in order to lessen that contact, a jolt of pleasure stormed over her and through her at the same time as she came with that little contact. It took some adjustments to get use to the cascade of sensations that enveloped her.

Stripping wouldn't help. She could smell her own arousal as she continued servicing that tentacle. Then she attempted to consume it taking it deep into her throat. Lips and mouth tightening against it. That salty taste exploding over her tongue as she worked.

Shifting from side to side upon the mattress Daphnee reached down to the tentacle working between her thighs. Her hand brushing over it as if petting an animal. Her strokes growing firmer with the continued need of her body.

She had been well trained though she didn't stop to explain. That was unneeded and a waste of time. Unless he wanted to hear the details.

With her senses on edge as they were there was no getting around for wait was to come after this appetizer seeing how her body was primed. It was only a given that he would want to try it out after all.

The singular ridge in the tentacle joined perfectly with her nethers, forming a perfect opposite to her tight pussy as she continued to gently press it onto the fabric of her panties. As the sensitivity gave way to control as she managed to overcome the urge to strip naked passed, he let her work herself up a little further, the smaller lengths working their way into her corset to caress her sensitive spots directly.

"Ah, I see now." he suddenly mused, watching her writhe on his bed. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised. You somehow managed to take several loads from that guy and somehow managed to remain conscious. I've seen humans take one hit from that thing and stay down for days on end, trapped in their own bodies because of how sensitive their bodies became. The effects of his... present should fade from you in time. Until then, enjoy..."

More of those twisting tentacles worked around her bare skin, the sensations of liquid and solid things caressing her erogenous zones while the tentacle brushing against her tight fanny from across her panties slowly became more insistent, the subtle ridges growing larger - aroused? at her delicate touch. Another set of narrow lengths pushed their way into her panties from under the hem behind her, the tapered tips 'licking' at her anal sphincter eagerly as she was subjected to a brand new set of sensations. When she sat up, these intruders, getting the chance to feel up her perky butt, took to it eagerly.

Was that the effect she was under? The augmentation. Enhanced sensations? He seemed to have been caught off guard by it in that he had not realized it was still in effect until witnessing matters for himself. If this was the case was there another? Daphnee hardly had the time to think twice on the matter.

Contact was made and it was exhilarating! Smaller tendrils crept beneath the corset, her warm skin off setting their coolness. Green eyes spring open to their fullest as she quakes. Overly sensitive an orgasm rips through her with that contact alone. Her toes curl, the arc of her back deepens and even more tentacles touch her bare flesh.

Several roll over her ass licking, caressing and playing with her. At the same time another continued to brush along the front of her damp panties.

This was too much. Her head buzzing with something outside vertigo. She writhed there, another set of orgasms surging through her before she managed to get some semblance of control. She had to bit her lower lip to stifle a moan, braced herself against a shudder.

She hadn't even realized that her hands grasped his tentacles tight with a death grip. In many ways it was like squeezing a balloon where one section of it bulged until she eased up on that pressure.

She had no idea how she would handle this in conjunction to her new found tightness. Fear and pleasure darted over her eyes before she had managed to compose herself. She had been reminded of one of Slimer's teachings when he displayed all those torture implements that he never used. Not to be afraid before hand, it did no good to dread things that may never come to pass. Still it was human nature that she at least considered these things. As always she would deal with what happened if it happened.

“AH! INCREDIBLE!”

“AH! INCREDIBLE!”

As she shuddered under a wave of orgasmic delight, he deftly worked a pair of smaller lengths into the hem of her sexy panties, drawing them down to reveal just how perfect, clear and tight her nethers were. If she hadn't been awake through it all, it was as if she didn't have an orgy with some of her lucky fans on a public stage. Droplets of her nectar continued to form on her tight lips as several tentacles gathered around, one teasing the base while two worked on toying with her clit that struggled against the folds as fresh waves of arousal worked through her as the smaller tendrils moved aside for a slightly-larger central shaft to give her drooling cunt a lick, drawing out a bit of her juices before it begins to press into her depths.

"Right? This feels incredible..."

The girth of this shadowy, gelatinous tentacle was smaller than many of her fans earlier - but as her cunt eagerly strangled the intruder, the smooth flesh pressed against her spots, and combined with her sensory enhancement - it came as a powerful new burst of raw pleasure that had her moaning in delight as the tip finally worked its way into her nethers.

The things groping her ass had better luck - as she was stripped of her panties, they began to eagerly push themselves into her rear, the twin lengths coiling around each other as they worked into her relatively tight rear end.

"How about this?"

Her panties removed, the fabric trailing down her legs caused lightning bolts to shoot through her. Her sex revealed and even the slightest stirring of air against her caused her to jolt and spasm. Daphnee's mind struggling with the increased sensations that felt even more alive with flesh to flesh contact.

Those smaller tentacles played with her further. Their coolness pressing up against the warmth of her flesh it was amazing that she didn't see steam rising up from those places contacted. A smaller tentacle moving toward her sex though there was no need for it to be so large. She felt impenetrable, her muscles knitted so tightly together.

With it pressing up against her the two sensations collided together. The increased sensation to touch brought with it bliss which contradicted that other enhancements that fought against him. It felt more intense then the reptile. In that case the captain was too big, too thick or so it had seemed at the time. With these augmentations he might as well been ten times as big. It appeared that he wasn't going to fit, even with that morpheus nature. Until he did.

At the same time tentacles wrapped around themselves making themselves thicker. The additional strength making their task of insertion easier as they quickly advanced.

Tears filled her eyes but did not spill from them. That tightness rebelled against that intrusion. Daphnee remained tight throughout the experience. Each thrust felt like it was the first time all over again. As those tentacles began to withdraw her muscles collapsed back into place only to be forced back into excepting them as they pushed forth.

In addition when they struck those sensitive places within her she felt the sharp sting of pleasure. Both sensations hitting her at the same time, her mind unable to sort the sensations out. It was further confused by her body coming undone with another shattering climax that only caused her to tighten more which in turn caused more pain. In many ways it was a loop similar to what she experienced earlier between exhaustion and being refreshed.

“AHHH! OHHH! It feels like … AHHH I'm being torn apart!” It was hard to get that out. Every other moment pleasure hit her replaced by pain then caught up in pleasure again as the sensations altered or perhaps it had been her mind attempting to make sense out what was happening all at once rather than processing the contradictory sensations at the same time.

“AHHH! OHHH! It feels like … AHHH I'm being torn apart!”

And yet, with each slow inch, she felt her canal eagerly start to service the intruder. Despite it's smaller girth, her powerful muscles had no problem zeroing in on the shifting ridges and drawing them deeper into her. As her nethers were pushed apart, the deep blue tentacle inside her shifted back into an almost liquid form, giving her insides a much-needed relief as it formed eagerly around the constantly shifting tentacle.

Her ass was a little better - not exactly as tight, but even here, the 'enhancement' worked its magic, giving the tentacles working into her rear a spectacular workout that had them cooing in delight as her body continued to service the living shadows that now massaged her rim as they coaxed the lengths another inch deeper into her. Liquid, then solid - ever in a state of flux to keep her on her toes, these lengths continued to work their way into her as she moaned out her pleasure to him.

With each twitch, her vaginal muscles continued to find new strength, now drawing the ridged length inside her before squeezing it so hard she felt it distend slightly under the massive pressure. Of course, the rest of the tendrils and tentacles around her body weren't just content sitting by - the lengths brushing across her erect nipples slowly pushed apart her corset, letting her breasts out of their restraint. Eager, almost human hands groped her bosom in excitement as tentacles lightly 'licked' the nubs, spilling an oily, black fluid that felt like a relaxing, expensive lotion onto her breasts It twitched against her skin before spreading out, adding a slick sheen to her tits which made further tentacles groping and caressing her tits an incredible delight to experience.

Each thrust into her felt like it was her first time. The augmentations colliding against one another diabolically. Her ass fair a bit better not having been as tight from the augmentations. It still felt full and that quicker motion made it feel nearly as sensitive.

Daphnee's mind had been caught up in all those sensations. Unable to tell hot from cold at the same time. To further confuse her those tentacles began to transform inside her. Solid to liquid and back. Things felt vastly different between those two states. When liquid it felt as if water was gushing through her. In these times there was an absence of pain only pleasure. Then pain came back with the shift fading once more.

She found herself squeezing him tightly. Her hands bunching up the bed sheets beneath her. Her torso tingled as the corset was peeled away from her. Then the licks came from tentacles. Flicks against erect nipples, the squirming of other tentacles as they coiled about her skin.

“OH GAWD!”

Lotion rolled over her breasts. The fluid felt like a piece of ice sailing against her skin for the first few sections before it collected against her skin. Tentacles rubbed the fluid against her as her breasts were assailed. They relaxed as if they had been numbed which was the farthest thing from reality. She could feel each touch, each caress, the augmentation enhancing the sensation.

She was unaware of the properties of the liquid but they seemed to enhance what was already enhanced. Quickly she came straight out of nowhere. The liquid combined with that augmentation in a way that hit the pleasure centers in her mind to the point that the feelings of pain had been diluted.

It was like having a paper cut at the same time you sliced another finger off. You sort of forgot about the paper cut processing the greater pain. In this case it had been the influx in pleasure that diminished those sensations that certainly remained but had been hardly felt at this stage. At least until that liquid ran it's course or had been wiped off.

“OH! AH! What – What is this sensation!?”

“OH! AH! What – What is this sensation!?”

More tendrils closed in on her, the almost vapor-like texture of their body shifting as it made contact, shifting easily into liquid, then solid form as they continued to grope her tits while the thrusting things inside her eventually had an easier time of it. The way they shifted their forms inside her as they kept thrusting away at her kept her nethers and anal hole tight, allowing her a lot of control on how she would pleasure her master. When she pressed down on the solid form of the tentacle inside her nethers, it shifted immediately - letting her experience layer upon layer of fresh pleasure, while the liquid form of those penetrating lengths kept her from straining her lips too much.

Back and forth, back and forth the lengths shifted forms as they worked their way into her, pleasure melting through pain as she was taken again and again. The incredible comfort of the bed offsetting and framing her body's immense pleasures as she sunk into the soft material as she arched her back in delight, taking in more of his lengths. Her next orgasm was wrung out of her as the things fucking both her holes picked up the pace now that her natural lubrication and the tentacle's juices allowed it to go a little faster - her body still managed to roughly squeeze and tug at the thing inside her - much like how some of the tendrils were toying with her erect nipples as she groaned in delight.

"Too much already?"

Daphnee shook her head not trusting herself to answer straight away. Even that little movement caused her to feel a light buzz with the pleasures it brought. True, she had been overwhelmed. True it was difficult to make sense out of things as they affected her. But Daphnee prided herself on her word. Even if she didn't like what an agreement entailed. So far the spirit of her agreements had been followed. Either they had been worded correctly or the fact that she embraced the terms whole heartily may have been the factor.

Painful or not, a deal was a deal. She hadn't taken a time piece with her nor any means of tracking time so that could backfire on her. She took a little gamble there figuring it was in bad form to have such a device only to constantly check time as if she were in a hurry.

With Vex she had no time piece and that was for twice as long. As exhausting as that ordeal had been she at least didn't have these augments to deal with. They were a mix blessing feeling wonderful. So good that they had threatened to break her mind and they had only gotten started. The substance that coated her breasts broke that vicious cycle though waves of bliss threatened to do the same thing as she was constantly bombarded.

The tentacles increased their pace. It took her some time to realize but as her mind turned away from losing this battle she started to figure out something. Those tentacles collapsed with the squeeze of her muscles around them. Once she relaxed they became solid again. Flowing between the two states, remaining in liquid form longer if she clamp down longer.

It was mostly subconscious but an understanding hit her that she dictated a bit more than she realized. Clamping down for longer periods or in rapid succession allowed for her to give back to some degree. There was no telling how sensitive those tentacles were.

“Just AH getting use too it.”

She panted, her mind swimming with what she could do in order to make this a better experience for him. First things first she had to get more use to what was happening. In such a short span there had been so much that had hit her between drugs and augmentations. It was tough to assemble long streams of thought especially with the tsunami of bliss that came crashing down on her in rapid succession.

“I'll AHH a-a-adapt.”

As her nethers squeezed, he let those tentacles inside her liquefy - and as she kept it it; the sensation of oily liquid suddenly seeming to vaporize - clinging onto her insides, quivering in delight as the vortex shuddered.

"Splendid..." he let out a satisfied grunt, as her drenched fanny finally yielded to the reciprocation of the tentacle, easing off and letting the lengths inside her solidify as she slacked a little.

“I'll AHH a-a-adapt.”

"Th-oh-this is why humans are so incredible. Quick to adapt, fast learners, curious and absolutely superb..." the vortex praised her, the central mass shifting forward to compensate for her drop, balancing out the thrust so as not to drive too deeply to her all at once. Almost at once, her nethers twitched inwardly, drawing out another sigh of satisfaction from what felt like so many mouths at once as it swayed from side to side to keep her on her toes and the tentacles followed these motions as they groped her tits, the flat-headed things eagerly teasing her erect nipples, clearly enjoying the wild ride so far.

He leaned forward, more of those relatively humanoid arms spilling out of the abyss before her as they carefully circled around her, the slick fingers and tentacles languidly sweeping and caressing her erogenous zones. It seemed to bloat out of the 'hole' in the room where she lay, seeming to tower up so high that loose tentacles brushed up against the ceiling panels. Adjusting the angle slightly, the tentacles inside her depths shifted textures and speed ever so slightly so as to let her get used to taking his shifting lengths.