Those tendrils served as an exoskeleton offering her support and an easier time in walking straight. The crew that she passed were more numerous and responded more visually. She felt their eyes linger on her, saw the arousal in others. She didn't know if they had designs on her or hopes. One moved to touch her rear. Her senses being somewhat blessed missed it probably canceled out by the alcohol. She did pick up on movement after the fact, a tentacle interceding on her behalf.

It took a fraction of a second for her to realize that it wasn't her Master's and she trailed it's length to the alien it was attached to. Smiling she gave a little nod. “Thank you.”

The act, the daring, slaves were likely cast off to the crew. That guided her conversation as they continued along. “I like the control in being in charge. In choosing what I do and do not.” Being human she was limited in fighting back. “The auctions allow me some choice outside of the ultimate winner so I'm free to select or exclude whomever.”

It gave her a measure of control and allowed her safely tease too without the worry of the crowd descending on her. Leave them wanting more, at other times she enjoyed driving a sole being wild with want testing how much they managed to restrain themselves before simply taking her or enduring what she dished out then being rewarded afterwards.

The quarters were cleaned after last time. Hungry eyes watched her from numerous angles. “Oh Master?” She commented as they moved towards the bed. It was definitely easier with his assistance as if he guided where she actually wished to go rather than where her muscles were going to deviate. “Today has been all about surprises. And it looks as if I got a few more fans to boot. You know,” she looked toward him, here the alcohol was talking on her behalf.

“The crew probably thinks you knocked me up or something.” She pats the small bump that remained though that chair removed so much cum before the process had been completed.

He let her talk, listening attentively and gently encouraging her to speak with soft hms and encouraging commentatory, keeping the conversation flowing until she let slip her true motivations and pleasures. To this, he let her keep her place - after all, having her keep her preferences would make for more profit in the long term.

“The crew probably thinks you knocked me up or something.” she mused as she patted the small bump that was once her stuffed womb.

"That's certainly an interested thought. Alas, I'm not yet... mature enough for that." he responded to her quip as a mishmash of semisolid tentacles and three-digit hands caressed and teased her body as they coiled lightly around her body, becoming solid the more they lingered on her flesh. "Perhaps when I fully mature, you could sign a contract agreeing to it. Of course, I'll be paying for all medical bills and your stay, along with full compensation for your share of the revenue from the shows you would miss performing in, should your accept. But that would be in the far future. What's more pressing is the now."

A pair of hairlike tendrils caressed her erect nipples as those vaporlike tendrils showed their true strength, lifting her off the floor, letting her body hover over the bed with ease as more of his limbs hands eagerly groped her nude body as she was held aloft. The central vortex shifted to follow her, the eyes eagerly peering at her - excitement visible in the reddish-black eyes as they followed her every motion. Once more she felt as if she was performing on a stage, her body's motions forming a splendid show for her audience of... whatever they could be that roiled inside the swirling pit of raw darkness that seethed with lust below her.

It shuddered as several tentacles worked out of the maelstrom, their pulsing tips visibly solidifying as they made contact with her skin, letting her take in the texture of these newcomers as she was slowly lowered towards the central mass...

Not mature enough? She thought him older. Certainly older than she was. A teen perhaps? Maybe his species aged differently. She simply regarded the vortex something else capturing her attention.

She could bare young but had been young herself. She hadn't given it much thought and even in her inebriated state she considered things briefly. Being implanted with eggs? Alien-human hybrids? Then there was the question of whether or not beings of that union would be free or not.

It was too much to consider and he made it clear that that was in the distant future anyway. By then she could have been far older weighing everything in a depth she was not capable of as of this moment. There were distracting tendrils and hands that became solid as they coiled about her warm skin.

Their very contact had been warm and enticing. “Yes, the present is more pressing,” she agreed. Her breast, particularly her erect nipples were targeted sending a shuddering wave of bliss through her. Lifted up with ease the vortex guided her towards the bed so that she hovered over it prior to him shifting her closer to the mass of the vortex. That vortex appeared to surround her, eyes showering attention upon her.

Daphnee found herself in the eye of the storm so to speak. She was touched and caressed as she was guided toward that central mass. Her skin felt warm against those little touches.

“What are you planning on doing with that thing?” She giggled out knowing full well what was going to happen. Reaching out she took a pair of nearby tendrils caressing each. In her state she thought it was a good idea to tease a little shifting her hips from side to side to delay his entry but not really attempting to do so for any real length of time. Either he would prevent her from moving or eventually get himself lined up against her wanting sex whereupon she would still almost as if she could freeze him in place or hoped he wouldn't plunge forth despite clearly wanting that to happen.

“What are you planning on doing with that thing?” she giggled, and the tendrils lowering her into central mass stopped.

"I'm going to make sure you have all the pleasure you wanted when you signed up for this." he responded to her, as something BIG brushed against her rear.

"Oh... on second thought." her Master suddenly changed directions. "A slight miscalculation. You wouldn't be able to take in that."

That's when she saw the massive thing swirling in the depths, circling around like a terrestrial shark in the darkness. Only her enhanced senses allowed her to track the clearly eager thing waiting to fuck her senseless. He was right, even with the drugs - even with the enhancements, there was no way for her to take this thing. Instead, the tendrils shifted, turning her around so she was facing the maelstrom of tentacles head-on. Her breasts were groped by more of those arms as she was slowly lowered into the waiting mass.

Her feet made first contact with the storm, and a pleasant warmth worked up her legs as a mishmash of rapidly solidifying tentacles, tendrils and hands eagerly run up her ankles - followed closely by the eyes moving aside to get an up-close and personal look at her nude body as she was finally allowed to rest in the vortex proper. The 'bed' felt different - the sensations of so many tentacles converging on her elbows - the oily wisps coiling eagerly around her arms as she was allowed to 'swim' in the center of this shifting storm. The tentacles 'below' pushed her body up, allowing her head and shoulders to remain clear of the constantly-shifting storm she was lowered into. Without warning, the fingers slowly groping her tits pulled back to make way for a pair of jaws to latch onto her nipples, their slow suction giving her just what her twitching nubs were begging for. They didn't tug too hard at first, either - letting her get used to the sensation of being serviced so intimately before they picked up the pace slowly.

To the left and to her right, more of those eyes converged upon her as she continued to service a pair of tentacles that coiled around her wrist, nuzzling up against her palms with affectionate purrs as they let her fingers explore their most sensitive spots. As more of those powerful tendrils drew her ever closer into the anomalous shadow that was her master's body, he finally spoke.

"Alright, open your mouth."

Flipped over Daphnee witnessed the maelstrom of tentacles. Even her enhancements made it difficult to track their movements as they vanished and melded into the darkness well. Hands made their way out to grasp her breasts each tingling in response. She gasped feeling the chill of excitement the more she was engulfed and lowered to that bed/body.

Wrists had been secured. Her palms experiencing the contact of tendrils that moved against them even as she moved her palms against them. Feeling the texture and differences between the two. At a glance they may have seemed identical but in actuality they were similar. Like two hands so to speak. In this case neither had been a mirror image of the other but there had been little differences she picked up on.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Probably. She opened her mouth though not wide, not at first. She had something to say. Considering what she had been through and that his words had struck her as a sort of challenge all in combination with the effects of that drink, not thinking too much on it and feeling braver than normal.

“You don't think I can handle it? After your guests? After the auction?” She dropped her gaze to the shadows beneath her unable to make out much. When her gaze lifted back up her mouth had been opened as wide as she could manage. It wasn't abnormal but she could get her mouth to stretch open a little farther than most humans. The range was still within the norm for her kind shared by a few others. This steamed from her jaw being broken and later repaired with just a touch of alien DNA. It was stronger now, more resilient than before.

Whatever this mass of living shadows that solidified on her touch was, it grew denser with each inch her legs and elbows submerged into its depths. The surface felt like living water, and each inch made it thicker and stickier - the uncountable masses of tentacles eagerly exploring her body as they rushed across her nude form. Eventually, a balance of floating up and sinking down was reached - letting her rest as if treading water as her breasts touched the living shadows, causing to part slightly while the suckers pulled on her tits a little harder, letting the smaller tendrils crawl up her tits as well, coiling and shifting up between her cleavage as she sunk a little further in.

“You don't think I can handle it? After your guests? After the auction?” she smiled.

"Ooh, someone's feeling daring..." he chuckled. "Well, I think it would be enjoyable for me - but I'd rather not have to stop what I'm doing right now because I'd have you carted off into the medical bay. While I want to enjoy this for as long as I can, it would be a little more difficult for me to do - if you were no longer able to talk."

That's when the thing lurking just below the 'waters' reared up slightly to prod her rear - a massive, spiked thing whose shifting tendril-tipped tip belied just how huge it was. Part of the vortex's body, she noted as it partially emerged into the light, revealing a series of mind-numbing, almost constantly shifting 'cock' with nodules and barbs that seemed to shift on its skin, reminding her of a disturbing, organic drill as it slowly turned ever onwards, sliding below her to let her toned stomach touch the rigid flesh. Far bigger than anything she had taken in the auction, girthier and she felt the subtle throb of several organs inside its mass as it slowly pushed her ass up and back into the air, letting more tendrils tease her anal hole.

"Truth be told... I enjoy this little verbal back and forth of ours almost as much I relish the touch of your skin, the feel of your body... Ah, I am far too used to having my way with completely subservient ones far too afraid of me to even speak, that I am forced to instruct them to doing everything. As you can tell, having to keep up a one-sided conversation like that must be rather... stale after some time."

That's when another - thankfully far smaller tentacle, similarly studded with shifting, turning nodules with fleshier linear rods emerged from the mass of tentacles below, it's cock-shaped tip brushing against her lower lip before it began to joust with her tongue, letting her take in the taste of her master's body. An earthy, rich scent filled the air as she took the smaller cock, the smaller nodules stiffening as her tongue ran over the tough, leathery skin of the shaft as she serviced it.

Sinking into that darkness she went deeper than she would have imagined. Daphnee wasn't concerned about being engulfed entirely. She didn't think that she would sink all the way and if she had it wouldn't be the first time. There had been that flying slime creature that bitch Bria set her up with.

She equalized, tentacles still playing with her breasts, another working between them. Each made her feel good. That buzz that swam out from them. She closed her mouth listening to him. As she saw that organ at closer range, that girth, those barbs it had sobered her up.

It felt as dangerous as a great white shark. The vortex she was submerged in being it's ocean. And with the prior alterations there was no mistaken that it would hurt if not kill. It looked quite menacing. Her mind processing everything as contact below her lifted her upward from the vortex. Her ass pressed out of the vortex only for it to be subject to by other tentacles that moved about her.

Bent over at an ankle it would have been easy to put her head down into that vortex. Her breasts hung down still played with as a smaller appendage moved in toward her lips.

She braced herself remember something Slimer taught her about fear. There was no sense worrying about what wasn't happening. That anticipation was far more stressful. He had taught her a few tricks and there was no sense in wondering if they would work or not.

Daphnee debated for all of a second. Things processed through her mind at an alarming rate. Burying her fear for now she sported a grin, her eyes regarding the smaller tentacle before her following it's swaying movements. "Indeed it could be boring Master. Have you tried ventriloquism?” She ended up inventing so many personas for her puppets and what else would these partners have been in such a case but meat puppets? It helped her with creativity being alone for most of her life her dolls had been her only friends.

It didn't feel like talking to herself either. Things tended to develop in unexpected ways. Each personality simply took over. But Daphnee assumed he didn't want to discuss such things. Stretching her tongue out she licked that tentacle slowly. Rather than attempting to get it within the confines of her mouth in the event that he so happened wanted to discuss dolls or for her to elaborate more.

She continued to like the tentacle finding it both cool and refreshing. Little gasps escaped her as her ass was played with. Green eyes flicked upward to the vortex of eyes accepting more of that tentacle into her mouth if there wasn't anything more.

"Don't worry, I won't bite." he told her. "... well, not unless you ask me to."

The tough barbs pressed against her skin as she was allowed to rest her toned stomach on the side. Thankfully, they were laid out flat so as not to prick her and after the initial moment of fear, she began to focus on servicing more of his tentacles. Her tongue flicked across nodules that twitched in pleasure as she passed them by, stringy bits that solidified upon her touch, liquefying and vaporizing as she left them.

A smaller pair of tentacles, forming from the wispy trails of black smoke that emanated from the vortex formed behind her neck, their sucker-tipped ends latching onto her delicate skin, the muscular rims gently massaging her neck as she moved her face closer towards the squirming mass of liquid darkness as she serviced the purring tentacle with her mouth while the duo of things sucking on her tits pulled her a little lower, letting the smaller tendrils caress her neck.

"Ventriloquism..." her owner tried out this new word, his stumble revealing to her that english was not, in fact his main language. "Yes, I have seen this. A fascinating skill, to be sure - useful in a variety of situations rather than just entertainment. Why do you ask?"

A mass of tiny tendrils, tying themselves together into a twitching rod of pleasure pressed against her backdoor, the writing tip massaging her sphincter as it swayed side to side, teasing her body a little as it slathered a thick, oily fluid onto her rear, the individual 'fingers' of the shaft slowly working the liquid, preparing to take her. A few more experimental motions, then the shifting head pressed against her tight rear, slowly wriggling in place to worm it's way into her. The first inch slid across her rim, the smaller tendrils that it composed of spreading out inside her with ease once the initial hurdle had been passed.

She couldn't walk back her words now. Green eyes focused as best as they could had the massive member that prowled that void of blackness. Lowered still she somehow managed to keep from flinching when that barbed member pressed against her stomach. Just seeing this much of it told her it was HUGE!

Mouth, lips and tongue served as a trio as she continued to work. Hands dancing along other tendrils as her breasts were subjected to that delicious touch. Others massaged the back of her neck. Moaning out blissfully against the member in her mouth she lets it pull free as she opens her mouth from it's clamped down state allowing him to retract the appendage on his own rather than attempting to expel him.

“The art of throwing one's voice. You can get your toys to say whatever you want … it might seem like one side conversation but I don't think it will AH be. Either they fight against what is said denying they said it or react to it in a nonverbal way. Both lead to more than routine reactions.”

Daphnee explained before her tongue stretched out to the tentacle before her. A lick then an attempt to coax it back into her mouth. Several smaller tentacles swarmed against one another. Circling each other before rocking against her backside. A teasing press and shift against her rear. Even feeling the dull side of the barbs pressed against her keeps her still as if sharp points had been pressed against her.

He swims inside slowly opening her. She can't tell how many smaller tentacles make up the mass. She's reminded about spaghetti strands bunched together before cooking. One grabbed a handful and didn't count them out (unless very odd). Once they get inside her she lets out a small purr. Their advancement easier now after getting inside her backdoor.

She sets a matching pace with her hands as she brings them over the held tentacles. Even her sucking actions tune up to the pace that he sets.

“The art of throwing one's voice. You can get your toys to say whatever you want … it might seem like one side conversation but I don't think it will AH be.

"Yes, humans produce their voice by vibrating a certain set of organs in their throat..." he acknowledge this, one of those ropy things kissing her neck deeply, the ribbed suckers feeling pleasant against her skin. "As for me, my voice is limited to how close I can get to the surface. Allow me to demonstrate..."

With that, the tentacles drew her into the inky darkness of the vortex, its density easing off slightly to form a series of tubes to let her breathe. As she descended into the vortex proper, his voice seemed to shift - further and further away until she strained her ears to pick out what he was saying. The gaps formed by the squirming lengths in total darkness let her breathe, the rush of air tickling her neck and the back of her head as it drew in precious air from the surface. Her whole body massaged by a myriad of hands and tentacles now - but in the dark she could not see anything else. Whatever they were, they made sure that not even a single square inch was left wanting to the touch. Fingers, tendrils, tentacles, palms and thumbs pleasure the entirety of her body, as a low moan bubbles up from her throat and is lost into the darkness.

For better or for worse, this did not last long - and her master shifted the density on his body, the tentacles pushing her outward as she 'floated' into the 'surface'.

"The opposite, is also true." he continued, lifting her up further into the air and his voice became clearer - sharper. He did not keep her waiting long - and as several tentacle cocks emerged from the vortex, her lowered her back down into the waiting swirl of eager hands and tentacle dicks waiting to welcome her back. The thing in her ass, seeming stretching itself to its limit as she was lifted up, now purred again as it began to eagerly service her rear with that pleasurable, deep texture of so many tentacles working together to pleasure her.

That scent again. Deep, earthy - yet not overly sweet so as to overwhelm her. Something prodded against her dripping nethers as she got into the rhythm of things... that's when she felt, rather than saw a second shaft press against her cunt. Pleasantly large - but not exactly oversized. Loaded with fleshy nodules and dripping with lubrication - the way it was shaped, and judging by how slick felt as it rubbed against her slit-

That's when the composite tentacle cock inside her ass suddenly picked up speed.

He demonstrated his voice and she saw the problem. Master's voice was more like a surround sound system. There was no mouth, the voice was everywhere and nowhere. The only difference being the volume. Cast in the darkness Daphnee can only rely on the touch of his body and those augmented senses.

He thrusts into her from below even as she feels those pleasant tentacles kiss the back of her neck. She's even lifted up high the swarm of cocks in her ass become thinner stretching out the higher she is lifted only to return to their normal shape as she is lowered.

Daphnee is a little confused. Not one to ponder anatomy and such she has a few seconds to think about it. “Ventriloquism isn't a normal thing. It takes years of practice to pull off with a degree of skill.” She was unsure that he could learn to project the sound of his voice in one spot. But she doesn't think they are about to debate over these matters.

She floats in that void on her back feeling so many hands and tentacles swimming past her, rubbing over her and stimulating her. Some even push down on her belly hard enough to get some of that cum still within her to ooze along her body. More lubrication even as she feels the large glistening member against her. She gasps, her legs spreading open, he feels large but certainly not the size of that thing that's lurking about.

Even as she thinks that she can handle it the cock swarm in her ass begins to move quicker. Arcing her back only causes her to sink farther into that vortex. “AH! In any case you don't need it today tease ...” her voice trails off, her entrance swaying back and forth against the tip of that cock even as he fills her rump. “Don't you wanna put it in?”

"I'm aware... to some extent." he responded, his voice even as he continued to pleasure her. "One of these days, I'll try to figure something out. They say the best even know how to change their voices to sound like someone completely different. The accents, the tones, everything."

When the throbbing thing caresses her nethers - backed by the the smaller fingers teasing her, her voice trails off as she makes a bit of a show, swaying back and forth against the tip of that cock even as he fills her rump. “Don't you wanna put it in?”

"Then, I shall."

The nodules at the tip shifted to form a central line as they began to vibrate, working its way into her cunt with maddening slowness - the texture of this intruder felt a lot more different from the mass inside her rear. More flesh than anything, and yet - the ridges and bumps seemed to liquefy and reassemble themselves as it worked its way inside her. Each meandering inch sliding ever so slowly into her tight nethers was a fresh new experience for her lips as a variety of buzzing nodules, shifting ridges and pleasurable curves massaged her insides as the creature's cock seemed to flow into her as she floated in the maelstrom of hands and tentacles that pleasured her so, while the smaller, tube-like lengths that had now latched onto her pussy began to drip more lubricant into her as the pleasurable shaft continued to work into her, slowing down and halting only when its velvety 'head' crowned with tendrils of tentacles stopped just short of touching her cervix.

A pair of almost-human hands, perfect aside from the fact their fingers were 'built' longer grabbed her waist for a few moments before shifting to embrace her with the forearms as the distended shaft began to move in and out, slowly at first to let her get used to the thing moving inside her. When her tight pussy properly clamped down on the shifting cock, it began to move faster and faster as it made an effort to catch up to the thing that was pounding away at her rear. Her muscles remained strong, eagerly milking both intruders as they wove more pleasurable tapestries inside her...

There was a lot to it. Replacing sounds with similar sounds to duplicate words, working on accents and tone. Breath control and so forth. Daphnee was quite skilled. Even after years of practice she knew that there was still much to learn. There were tricks like throwing one's voice while drinking water and so on. Not that that got much use. She took matters one step further managing it albeit briefly while performing head giving a short answer. Nothing in too much detail like she had now.

Rather than getting all caught up in her craft Daphnee simply nodded. Purple locks dancing about her head floating in that vortex as if it were water. Yet she was perfectly dry at the same time, well at least not below. Her wet pussy rubbed against the tip of his shaft.

“Oh yeah!”

He worked his way inside slowly. That length feeling well lubricated, each nodule and rivet keenly felt as her body trembled about his in response. He teased her with that slow progress that had been the mirror image to the mass already moving inside her.

Finger less hands and other tentacles caressing her as even more lubrication was added to her. That cock sliding inside her with little effort despite it's size. That lubrication combined with her wetness made the task easy. It didn't even hurt going in to her surprise. She didn't think there would be any pain or discomfort once it was inside her but this was a rare treat.

“FUCK!” She cried out as the cum inside her was displaced by that girth. She felt him and the stirring of that cum dancing around inside her. The explosion of her senses making this feeling far more intense. Even as he picked up speed.

“That's it! Fuck this pussy!” She encouraged him as well trained muscles rippled along those various lengths. Had it been possible there movements would have caused that vortex to slosh about her body as if she was in a tub.

“That's it! Fuck this pussy!” she moaned out, her voice calling out to the shifting mass of living shadows that she lay atop of, partially sunk into its shifting depths - the constant shifting tentacles and the unnatural density of this 'liquid' keeping her afloat with ease as the thick cock hilted into her eager nethers, her quivering lips wrapping around its girth to form a full-o.

"So eager already..." her owner spoke. "...then, like this."

For a split second, the arms holding her waist lifted her up and a few inches out of the mass of tentacles before he shifted - causing the density of the mass of tentacles her legs rested on to dip, pulling her down hard on the cock. With this initial surprise attack, the arms holding her waist pushed her down as the tentacle cock began to pound eagerly into her, each powerful upstroke timed to coincide with the mass of tentacles pulling out of her ass. For a few seconds, this shifted back and forth before settling in on a regular pattern. In, out. In, out.

Little by little, she sank down - only for the powerful upthrust to push her back up. The narrow tendrils seeping from the distended shaft struck at all the right spots inside her in sequence for a few hits, before shifting its pattern to keep her on edge. The nodules swelled as her powerful muscles clamped down on the intruder as the wispy tendrils at the tip caressed her cervix, teasing it with a light touch with each peak of the thrust before it was withdrawn - followed closely by the shifting thing in her ass driving itself a little deeper into her. The hands that clung onto her waist pushed her down at the peak, driving the quivering cock back into her depths while more hands caressed her bare form, and more of those tentacles rubbed up against her as they sought out more of her erogenous zones as they sought to draw her pleasure even higher as the fleshy cock inside her shifted constantly, as if reading how she felt and adjusting the girth, the length, the positions of those nodules and ridges constantly as he fucked her just like how she wanted it...

"Up for more?" he finally spoke.

“Oh fuck yeah!” Impaled on that member, clear headed she was too busy thinking much about it. Why it didn't hurt at all. The properties of that lubricant … it didn't matter as she was shifted into an upright position causing her to sink more into that darkness.

Between the mass of tentacles that flowed into her ass and that marvelous cock they began forming a rhythm. Her body struggling to contain them, clenching and releasing. Daphnee feels the swelling and shifting of those nodules never able to get use to their thrusts. Each one being a little different then the last. Even with that he varies that angle and speed.

So many tentacles and finger less hands are upon her that it's hard to imagine that it's just one being present. Breasts jiggle, she leans forward with her tongue licking at a tentacle. Since he's not use to having slaves that engage in conversation Daphnee thinks it best not to have her mouth stuffed this time around allowing him to hear the clarity in the many moans that follow or her encouragement as she spoke before getting back to work.

Hands pumped those tentacles she was holding. Her tongue working over time unless he decided on taking her mouth too.

“There! There! Right there!” Her body tenses, juices gush out around him as she trembles. “Oh Gawd! Oh fuck!” She gasps and spasms.

Deep breaths follow in the wake of her orgasm. When it steadies she hears him asking a question of her.

“Yes Master. More please.” Still basking in the warmth of her latest release the cum, tentacles and dick within her make her feel more than full.