“Thanks,” she states as the music begins to play. The screen adjusts to the point that she could read the symbols but Daphnee isn't picky. Most of what she listened to was in her native tongue. That and some inane songs by David Hasselhoff.

She takes a moment as the sounds hit her. Numerous instruments that she could not name, nor did she understand the vocals but the beat was there and that was what she needed. Surrounded by that vortex she has so many eyes watching her from various angels. It takes a second longer for her to determine what vantage to play towards while not favoring one area more than another. Still he was just one being and it wasn't as if there was an audience of multiple aliens present so she should be fine regardless.

Moving toward the center of the area she extends her arms upward over her head. Fingers sift through purple locks, her mid riff exposed as her shirt rides up higher. Hips sway in time with the music, that short skirt rippling as she twirled moving this way and that. Her boots carry her along as she leaps and twirls.

In one motion she draws her shirt up farther displaying her green bra. The garment slips over her head and is flung aside as she continues.

Next comes her skirt. Unzipping the back of it she lets it descend slowly down her stocking legs before falling suit. On her knees she crawls in one direction stopping and rolling onto her back. She kicks off her boots with ease. One heel assisting the other as they pop free.

She gyrates on the floor. Hands trailing over her body. Then stopping to cup her breasts before sitting back up. The movements in sync with the beat despite not hearing the song before. The drawback being that she is unaware of when it will climax or end but her actions are instinctual for the most part.

Standing she unclasps her bra holding it to her chest as she continues to dance. Then after a lengthy tease she discards the garment. Just a few articles left but Daphnee isn't in a hurry milking the song. Besides she only thinks she has one more garment she'll discard. Maybe the wrists guards too in order to draw things out a tad longer unless there was interference on his part.

"You're welcome."

As each piece of clothing was cast aside, fingerlike tendrils shot out to intercept them, snagging them with ease from the air as they were flung aside and drawing them into the swirling center - vanishing under the maelstrom one by one. The tentacles settled around her, watching her movements closely, but none of them actually made a move to grab her just yet. It almost reminded her of the show she had put on before - the many eyes stared at her hungrily, taking in her lithe, eye-catching form as each article of clothing was shed after a slow, erotic teasing dance. He seemed to 'nod' in approval when she kept up with the music quite well, and as she continued to perform - more of those fist-sized protuberances shifted clear of the central vortex, the 'eyes' on them clearly relishing her performance as she continued to sensually undress herself.

"You're pretty good." he shudders slightly, the entire mass moving before he speaks. "...I'm impressed so far. Now, let's see how you'll handle the finish."

Daphnee's clothes vanish into that maelstrom. She succeed in gaining his attention given the closer scrutiny he was using and his words of encouragement. Getting back up her hips continued to gyrate. She extended an arm outward removing a wrist guard. Then the other. Far less self conscious about them now that the scars they once concealed had been healed.

After which she wore them on campus seeing that she had permission to wear them and the reason for her wearing them would raise eyebrows at those scars being suddenly absent. Few students had seen them if any. Wrist guards seen to she took the edges of her panties. Bending over as she slowly worked the material down her legs, stepped out of them and then tossed those aside to.

Finishing with dropping down doing the splits she twirled on the floor transitioning to her back. Only for the music to continue. Mistiming it as she thought the song was approaching an end. Her inner thighs were a bit sore after pulling that off. It had been a long time since she did that, elementary school perhaps, so she wasn't going to do that again.

Slightly embarrassed that the song was still playing she smiled shaking her head slightly. “Well that was suppose to be the finish but the song has ideas of it's own it seems.”

Never having heard it before it was a sheer miracle she managed to time things so well up to this point at least.

The music seemed to be watching her, as well - as her spectacular flourish, it smoothly skipped to a grand finale as she stood up. The many eyes seeming to jostle one another within that vortex as they vied to gaze upon her nude body. Now that she had stripped naked, the slick tentacles that had otherwise held back slowly rose up from waiting, all of them making a beeline at her. The main body of her owner seemed to move as well - more liquid than solid as it engulfed the bed and flowing past her ankles.

"That was quite exciting to watch. I didn't know humans could do that..." his voice now positively exuded eagerness. "Come closer."

The lengths brushed up against her thighs and stomach, but didn't quite go for the coiling grip as tentacles were wont to do - rather, they seemed content to just let themselves lightly caress her body, admiring her lithe body as they waited for her to approach.

Nude other than the stripped stockings and choker Daphnee finds that those tentacles come at her from all sides. She holds hr ground finding that the vortex about her feels more like liquid than gas. There is a resistance she feels caressing about her lithe form much like pudding of gelatin. Neither quite solid nor liquid.

“Humans can do a lot. We're quit varied in our talents. I'm far from the best dancer.” Her roll in entertainment helped a bit. That and she had a good idea what her audiences enjoyed. She wasn't always correct but rarely did her intuition steer her wrong. After years at Shokushu he got a sense when something wasn't quite right. Her time there opened her up to being insightful to the varied needs of the guests. Those that were willing to work with her found more enjoyment in their encounters with her. Those of a sadistic bent were rarely entertained unless they solely delighted in the effort used to break her.

She did as commanded moving forward since that was as good as any direction. The vortex around her offered up resistance as she moved much like walking in water. When she halted it was before a darker region of the vortex indicating that she was close to her many eyed Master. Reaching out her fingers felt some resistance. Green eyes looked for something out of the ordinary that she could target but everything seemed to blend together outside of those numerous eyes. Though Daphnee had a feeling that wouldn't be for long.

The eyes, despite displaying individual movement as they focused on Daphnee's body, moved aside to avoid her fingertips as she walked into the vortex, the things peering out at her moving just so to avoid physical contact. The slick tentacles that emerged around her hands as she took another step in had other ideas. Some sought out her erect nipples, others languidly played with her stomach while others wound around her ankles as she took another step 'inside'. A fleshy length moved inside the vortex, brushing up against her tits, then pushing out a series of smaller tendrils at its tip as it explored her socks. Some of them slid under the hem of the fabric for a few moments before peeling away.

While these smaller lengths were content exploring her body, a trio of larger tentacles swam 'up' from the vortex, drawn by the sight (scent?) of her nude body being drawn in. Twitching nodules and muscular rings adorned these newcomers as they prodded around her, determining whether they could fit or not. The larger tentacles pulled back, three clear winners are selected after a few minutes of this. Satisfied with the arrangement, the larger tentacles coiled around her arms and thighs, placing their leathery, tendril-loaded tips in the palm of her hand. That was when the thing waiting behind her began to advance, pressing into her nethers - but not before the ducts lining the length sprayed an oily lubricant on her snatch. The seconds drew out for a brief moment before it pushed its first inch into her, the slick length slowly working it's way up her toned vagina.

As she moved forward numerous eyes retreated. They were always just out of Daphnee's reach. The tentacles were another matter. She felt them touching her. Exploring her. Several even broke apart into smaller tentacles that swam against her breasts.

She felt them as they branched out all around her. Felt their texture against hard nipples as well as others on her legs and stomach. The farther she moved into the vortex the more she was engulfed. When she halted she was surrounded by a ring of ever watchful eyes.

A trio of tentacles battling it out as if deciding which one was better for the job. Daphnee noted some shifting as others took their place. A choice made the larger ones looped around her arms and legs as they held her in place. A pair finding their way into her empty palms where she felt the thick muscular tentacles. A bit leathery she felt their texture as her hands moved along them.

All the while the victor came at her from behind. “Ohhh!” Surprised as a jet of liquid is sprayed on her sex Daphnee is made aware of how close it is. Soon that liquid is rubbed against her. Or maybe it's trying to squeeze in. Yes, that was it. He was large. Combined with her tightness he was having a bit of difficulty. She figured it was more for her sake since he could have forced himself in. But his slow assault serves to open her up.

Her head tilts back so she's looking at the ceiling. Fondled breasts jut out as another gasp escapes her lips. “Oh! So big! F-Fill me please Master!”

He takes more of her. Her walls trembling and grasping around him as he makes her passage his home. “It feels good,” she purrs as those inner walls begin trembling in response to the ecstasy she's feeling.

“It feels good,”

The tentacles pull her lower, the swirling shadows, the eyes and the hands now reaching upto her chin as she was brought closer as the tentacle fucks her slowly at first, giving her time to build up some lubrication as more hands groped and played with her tits. Every now and then, she felt a tongue, or a mouth lick her fully submerged nipple. That's when the ridges on the thing making its way into her pussy lifts up, making sure to brush against all her good spots. Humanoid hands occasionally crept out of the vortex to caress her back and admire her perky rear.

"Good to hear." he speaks. "Here, try this on."

One of the losers of the impromptu tournament rears up, out of the roiling maelstrom - looking like some kind of sea serpent as it looks around for a brief moment, before finding her ass unclaimed. It approaches, eager as the others to take her tight rear - but as it presses its powerful, ridged head against her ass, it's clear that there's no way it's going to fit without tearing her apart. A frustrated squeak echoes from the thing as it pulls back.

"Oh, unfortunate." he sighs. "Well, this will have to do."

The length starts to shudder, the eye-shaped ridges on it distending as the tip opens up. A mass of gooey, pale-white flesh that seems to shift to a pinkish-red and back again emerges from the tentacle. This newcomer is far more suited for the task as its tapered tip reveals itself. As it touches Daphnee's perky ass, it becomes obvious that it's soaked with a layer of organic lubricant as it tries to wriggle its way into her. The twitching flesh of the intruder gives her sphincter a pleasant massage before it starts its journey inside her depths, the pleasant warmth it exudes creeping out through her insides as the first inch wormed its way into her.

She pants and squirms beneath and in the mass of the vortex. Gasping out as each ridge hits upon those pleasure centers within her. Daphnee arches her back for more. Feeling tongues, mouths and the caress of hands. That vortex was capable of transforming in ways that she didn't imagine.

“OH GAWD! OH GAWD! OH GAWD!”

It felt beyond good. Green eyes went wide at the feel of that tentacle trying to fill her ass. “T-Too big!!! AHHH!!!” Her depths were expertly filled as that tentacle tried to fit. She felt the pressure against the rim of her ass. Daphnee knew that he was strong enough to force it in if that was his will but it backed off. Her heart beat dropped just a little as she was kept in the throes of passion.

A more manageable tentacle replaced it. She relaxed as best as she could. Feeling it advance as it slowly claimed inch after inch. Filled pleasantly her hips twist and spiral even as both those holes are claimed. She clenches against the pair. Velvet muscles cooperating as they give back as much as she gets in return.

Her arms spread out as best as they can. Each grasping hold of other tentacles as her hands smoothly run up and down those masses. “OH! AH! CUMMING!!!” Her release sudden she clamps down in response to that invasion. Waves of pleasure shooting through her core as she cries out but endures those tentacles for the time being.

"Already?" her owner asked her. "I suppose... I did get a little too excited..."

As her body clamped down on the intruders filling out her cunt and ass, the nodules lining them swelled out to press against her slick insides, seeming to shift ever so slightly to service her best spots. Cooperating with how she moved, the tentacles were anchored inside her as they began to ejaculate, the first one filling out her womb with a strange, shifting mass that seemed to press out against her insides. The thing in her ass had a more subdued reaction - instead of a powerful spurt, ducts opened up along its underside, dripping a dense liquid that dripped into her depths, thanks to how she had positioned herself.

"...Wonderful."

More of those lengths drew around her arms and legs as she was pulled a few inches 'into' the swirling vortex. Even the narrow lengths were deceptively powerful as they held her steady, while the larger tentacles coiled around her arms and legs with a lighter touch - working to cushion her rather than let her sink into the depths. Every now and then, the eyes swirled around her, getting an up-close and personal view of Daphnee's incredibly superb body as several slick lengths coiled around her waist.

"I want more." he explains. "But first... how far can you go?"

”Uh huh!” Daphnee answered with a moan. Green eyes shutting briefly as bliss stormed over her. Controlled muscles squeezed for what they were worth feeling him rupture within her body. The cum gushing into her in one hole while the other felt something a bit different. Rather than erupting from the tip the underside of that tentacle poured out something. A liquid that flowed more than gushed.

Tentacles coiled around her waist as she was drawn within that vortex. Eyes rotating about her that she could clearly see once her eyes opened again. Her body shivering and convulsing around him. But she was far from spent. Not rained to hold back but rather to endure things as long as possible Daphnee had no problems in allowing herself to cum.

Deep breaths caused her breasts to rise and fall. She only smiled as he concluded speaking. Leaving her audience wanting more was always a plus. In this case he had paid for her time and it was her duty to do the best she could to fulfill that want.

“More? Hm. I'd like to say as long as it takes but even I have my limits. But I still have a lot in the tank so to speak.” She answered as best as she could. Confident that he would outlast her in the long run. It was rare that she could outlast the aliens. At her shows things had to keep moving so all her time wasn't taken up by just one or two beings.

“What do you have in mind Master?” She felt as if there was something particular he was thinking of.

As she exhaled and inhaled, more of those three-fingered hands wrapped their muscular, disjointed lengths around her waist as she was pulled inch by inch into that seething maelstrom. The way it constantly moved felt fantastic against her body, lengths as thin as a human hair caressing her skin, to powerful, leathery tentacles exploring her legs with twitching arrays of organs in the unlit depths. Despite their eagerness to take her again, there was restraint to their motions as they held back from playing with her too hard, giving her plenty of time to recover. And despite the roiling 'waves' that worked back and forth on the vortex, the creature's tentacles, arms and tendrils made sure that her head was kept above the 'water'.

“More? Hm. I'd like to say as long as it takes but even I have my limits. But I still have a lot in the tank so to speak.”

"Good to hear. I've never actually had the chance to play with a human, so there's lots of things I want to do." he admits. "Rare as they are, professionals already have contracts so it doesn't really seem fair to stop people from working, even if I did want to have some fun with them. Secondly, most untrained humans usually just... break when they see me. It's no fun playing with someone that's frozen in terror, is it?"

An unseen pair of hands under her gently pinch and play with her stiff nipples, the slow pace and motion giving the trio of long fingers plenty of time to stroke her erect tips and fondle her breasts as he works to avoid letting her work off her climax too much - while ensuring that she has plenty of things to play with - a variety of tentacle cocks emerge from the swirling darkness 'below' her, waiting patiently by her hands for her to make a choice.

It felt remarkable. The more she sank into the vortex the more things pressed and caressed against her. Daphnee was given time to bask in these sensations rather than being overwhelmed by them. Her stamina replenishing rather quickly given that the usual state of things was being overwhelmed senseless.

Green eyes go wide as he remarks about never being with a human before. Well she knew what he meant given that they had already spent time together. “So I am your first?” Not that the question needed to be asked. She considers his station, his wealth. Clearly he could have indulged right? Did he never have the time before? As he continued she figured not many met those requirements.

Daphnee never kept track of what other slaves were doing. So she had no idea if any of them placed on sex shows that were eager for aliens or at least not repulsed by them. She couldn't be the only one. Perhaps those slaves were bound to work in sex clubs or their Masters didn't have the means on putting on such shows. It had to be expensive booking venues, traveling between star systems and so on. Plus someone just braking into the field might not attract a large enough audience especially when competing against sex clubs in that quadrant of the galaxy. Ticket prices might be too high to justify trying out something new.

Regardless her head was kept above the maelstrom.

“Well, I wouldn't know about that myself. But I can imagine.” She thought back to her time at Shokushu. It didn't always work but she seemed to have a better time of things when cooperating. Some entities just didn't care or were sadistic. Those she resisted to a degree. But the others seemed pleased with her the more she got into things. These were the majority of beings she came across after her first horrid year. There was some good, mostly bad, times.

“But try whatever you wish.” As soon as she said that she regretted it. There were a slew of things she wouldn't particularly like. Such as being boiled alive, been there done that. But she didn't think that he had torture in mind.

Seeing a wide selection of tentacles Daphnee scanned them. Seizing one that was neither too large nor too small she guided it to her lips. Licking it and toying with the tip before consuming it. Once she had a respectable rhythm going she took up two others running her hands around them as her body was kept on edge with those teasing strokes against her submerged flesh.

The longer she spent submerged, more hands played with her breasts and caressed her curves, while smaller tongues converged to lick her other erogenous zones.

She was bold, but even as she gave the okay for more - he sensed the subtle pang of fear rumbling through her body. He let out a bemused laugh as she was almost fully submerged. Despite her fear, she reached out to grasp one of the waiting tentacles, drawing it to her mouth with an eagerness that had her owner wondering if the subtle spasm of fear he had sensed from her was his own imagination. As her tongue teased the tip to open up, she deepthroated it with practiced ease, pulling the shifting organ into her gullet as she disregarded her gag reflex with the aplomb of a professional.

"Well then..." he spoke, and that was the only warning she got as something clung to her back. Buried almost upto her chin, she could not see - but her sense of touch proved better this time as several smaller tendrils wrapped around her thighs and hips. Something that reminded her of the contours of the palm of her hand pressed against the small of her back as the tentacle in her mouth shifted, powerful muscles opening it up even further as it began to spew a cool liquid into her gullet. Whatever it was, it seemed to evaporate on contact, giving her something to breathe in. The subtle tang of salt met her tongue as she drew another inch inwards.

"Hmm, wonderful." he watched her take in the full length of the distended tentacle before giving her an approving nod. "Now, I'm going to pull you in all the way. If you can't take it anymore, then I allow you to use your teeth. Is that understood?"

The living vortex she found herself in felt like water. Perhaps it was a bit thicker. Tentacles moved inside it as if they were fish living within though Daphnee reasoned that he was shifting portions of that liquid into a more solid state. But what did she know. The vortex could be independent of this solid state. Just as a mask concealed one's features the vortex could actually surround his true being.

Whatever the case she ended up tasting something as it splashed against her tongue. It was salty and while it didn't taste too strong the scent it exuded was as she inhaled it in the air.

She felt tentacles about her body. The press of something against the small of her back felt different. Not a tentacle. Maybe a hand stabilizing her. She could not see these tentacles swimming about her. As if she was cast in a sea of unknown fish or sharks. One should have been afraid of the unknown and what was there though Daphnee had a pretty good idea.

No predators were going to consume her. At least she didn't think so.

Listening to his instructions Daphnee calculated things. Her time wasn't spent considering how she'd breath. She focused more on being submerged. Was he engulfing her? Drawing her into that mask so to speak where he actually dwelled. Was the vortex a pocket dimension of sorts? His home so to speak. The air configured for him and not breathable by humans?

So many questions. But they could wait. Besides she was about to find out. She nodded as she mentally prepared for what was to come. Her lips compressed against the tentacle in her mouth. Her tongue licking along the underside. She took one deep breath through her nose as best as she could. Daphnee was never good at holding her breath for long but prepared herself as best as she could for what was to come.