A pair of slick, oily tentacles looping over her head and blindfolding her was the sole warning he gave her before she was pulled under. From an outsider's point of view, Daphnee had just sunk right through that luxurious bed and somewhere that was no longer here. Fleshy, bulbous 'tips' brushed against her and the twitching length followed her breathing, allowing her to exhale through her nose as it continued to supply her with breathable, and actually quite pleasant air. It almost smelled of the ocean, too. Fresh and free of the rigors of school life - there was no need to hold her breath. Whenever she exhaled, the length eased downwards, giving her lungs plenty of surface area to work on as the fluids quickly evaporated into an oxygen-rich gas.

Gelatinous orbs pressed against her, the microscopic hairs on these things exploring her body as she was pulled deep into the roiling vortex. Up became down, down became left, left became right - directions shifted and so did gravity as she was pulled deeper. The larger tentacles didn't really bother to fuck her - rather, they retracted their spikes to avoid cutting her, and shifted close to her hands so she could have something to grab on and play with.

A tapered length licked her ass, while a pair of almost-human hands (aside from their elongated fingers) caressed her thighs. Tentacles formed out of the darkness, and molded back into the unending sea of liquid pleasure as they exhausted themselves playing on her - only to be replaced as soon as they peeled back. Every now and then, her enhanced senses picked out fights between smaller tendrils as they jostled to play with her breasts or rub up against her dripping nethers. Fortunately for her, these didn't go on too long - a winner being decided quickly so as to not keep her waiting too long. That's when a pair of powerful suckers finally arrived, pushing apart all the small fry and homed in on her waiting nipples. Cartilage-like ridges latched onto the sensitive peaks and the smaller lengths began to keep her tits steady as these newcomers had their way.

Daphnee didn't realize that her need to breath was handled at first. Her eyes covered she's submerged in that vortex. With little warning she is unable to take a deep breath and before long her lungs burn with the need to breath. She fights it for as long as she could. A minute. Closer to a minute and a half and she's forced to exhale.

Thinking that her mouth would be claimed by whatever substance the vortex is made up of she's surprised that the pleasant gas keeps it at bay as a stream of it hits her face. Not only that but she finds, purely by accident, that she can breath it. Her heart rate comes down a little though she can still feel the numerous tendrils thrashing about her.

Some of the larger ones displace the smaller. Others hold her tits steady while others still latch on to her nipples. She must have moaned but she didn't hear it among the gas and being in the vortex.

Tentacles caressed her thighs. Daphnee's hands roaming down the ones in her grasp as tentacles now seemed to determine an order to get at her. Taking turns as they peeled off her only to be replaced by those waiting in the wings. While her sight was robbed to her she experienced a feeling of vertigo. Directions were confusing. Unable to orientate herself she was mixing up the directions the tentacles were coming from. Nor could she determine her left from her right side. Both were awash in pleasure and that was what her mind latched onto.

This time she did moan as her nethers and ass were played with. She squirmed a bit pressing up against the forces there. Even moving in such a fashion caused her head to spin. Was she moving back and forth? Side to side? It as so hard to tell. Even the motions of her hands had been hard to follow.

So … AH … hot! She thought as her mind struggled to process this alien world she was in along with these numerous sensations.

Suspended in a world where gravity had stopped making sense, the tentacles finally stopped playing around. A twitching 'cock' pushed between her breasts, letting out strange squeaks as started to move back and forth, painting her chest with a delightfully scented layer of ooze, while the sucker-tipped lengths continued to rhythmically tug on her nipples. The things teasing her thighs shifted away as newcomers prodded against her cunt and butthole, their tapered slick lengths easily wriggling into her as her body produced fresh lubricant for the intruders. Finger-like lengths pushed her legs closed, pressing down against the tentacle cocks buried inside her as the thing in her mouth gave her another serving of that salty-sweet 'cum'.

It was disorganized at first, but eventually - some sort of order was achieved in the chaos as the tentacles stopped fighting among themselves to focus on pleasuring their guest. The faster ones, of course - managed to 'get in line', pushing the slower ones out of the way as they worked to give Daphnee an unrelenting stream of pleasure. Her tits fondled, fucked and sucked, her drenched cunt packed with a throbbing, shifting alien shaft whose ridges and bumps brushed against all her good spots with each firm upthrust. The thing in her ass was a completely different beast - almost appearing to be made of smaller tentacles coiling onto smaller tentacles coiling onto smaller lengths. Even her enhanced sense of touch wasn't enough to discern the texture of this thing as it continued to push inch after inch into her rear, painting her insides with a fresh, delicate heat as it continued to massage her insides.

Buried this deep in the vortex, her owner's voice was clear.

"Open your mouth."

Submerged in this vortex Daphnee is confused as to up and down. Had she been in water exhaling would have shown her bubbles and the direction they took in order to orientate her. No such luck here. She felt the warmth generated by those tentacles playing with her tits. Her nipples nice and hard as other appendages battle against one another.

Her legs pushed closer together she tightens up against those tentacles pressing into her. Her body ablaze with warmth while he works. Each stroke pushing her closer to release. Despite the glow rippling through her Daphnee's hands work along two of the tendrils.

A mass of them coiled against one another inch their way into her backdoor.

“Mmm! Ugh! Uh!” Muffled sounds against that cock in her mouth feeling him explode. The taste of salty cum passes over her tongue and works it's way into her stomach. She clenches and twitches cumming around him again.

“Gawd!” She gasps out into the vortex surrounding her. The command given she opens her mouth wide in response expecting to take on another tentacle as he presses her closer to her next release as he effortlessly pushes her through the last one she just had.

"Good girl." his voice sounds quite impressed at her courage.

It's as if the maelstrom came alive as she opened her mouth, tentacles, tendrils, eyes, liquid and solid motions all melding together to crawl into her throat. Powerful, finger-like tendrils adjust her head slightly to let her take in this (these?) newcomers. Her sensitive tongue picks out flashes of texture - the way the rings of muscle retract to form a muscular 'drive' that guides her throat to swallow it all, the way the nodules spray the insides of her mouth with a pleasant, creamy ooze that leaves her salivating. An inch vanishes down into her throat. Then, another - faster and faster it worked into her insides as it twitched and throbbed in raw pleasure.

The strangest thing was that she didn't feel her throat bulging out - or had any difficulty breathing as the mass of things slide deeper into her throat.

The things that didn't have a chance to line up at her mouth change direction, the 'hands' and the tentacles converging to caress and fondle her tits, the suckers tugging on her nipples pausing every now and then to let their muscular insides caress her nipples, to stroke her thighs and admire the curve of her perky rear. Muscular, almost-human hands wrapped around her waist as she was pulled deeper into the vortex and the thing inside her cunt lets out what sounds like a scream of pleasure as it ejaculates again, and once more before it softens up and is pulled out. He doesn't leave her wanting - and a powerful, twitching cock brushes against her drenched netherlips, taking the time to properly lubricate itself by slowly rubbing it's velvety, twitching length up her sodden box to collect a fresh coating of her delicious nectar.

Letting out a satisfied grunt, the newcomer lines up to penetrate her well-used cunt, the tapered head and the throbbing veins moving just so to let the cock slide into her without further interruptions. The thing in her ass senses a rival, and starts thrusting - only for the this inhuman shaft kissing her cervix to respond in kind, appearing to work almost in opposite sync to the intruder in her ass as they pounded away eagerly at her holes, while the arms wrapped around her kept her in 'place'.

"This feels so wonderful." he murmurs out. "It's a shame you only contracted yourself out for 24 hours, isn't it?"

As the vortex enters her mouth so many unusual textures and sensations hit her at once. The eyeballs feel like peeled grapes. Soft and squishy. The inside of her mouth feels the spray of something creamy. Daphnee rules out ejaculate. There just isn't enough, nor is it a strong gush. The taste blends together with that of the vortex itself leaving her in a rather confused state. Her mind can't make out the two warring flavors but she's left salivating as more of the mass pushes into her throat.

Swallowing and sucking for all she's worth her hands are a blur of motion. The vortex itself doesn't impede her like water would despite having a similar texture. While she works them the ones on her breasts and nipples shift and change up. Rubbing and soothing those sharp points.

“Mmph! Uhhh!” She moans out against the thing in her mouth. What feels like hands hold her steady while other tendrils fill her holes. Both in contrast to one another. All these different aspects blend together. She feels all of them and none of them at the same time. What one tendril does is felt throughout all the other regions of her body.

Now she feels him ejaculate inside her triggering her own release. Walls tighten and close around him attempting to hold him fast but he withdraws. Only for another to begin prodding at her. Lubricating itself up before pressing inside her. Just that mere insertion triggers another release. Sweet nectar bathing him.

His question clearly heard but her mouth stuffed at the time so she is unable to answer him with words. Thus she nods in response in agreement. Perhaps they could negotiate all that later. She didn't expect him to let up nor did she want him to.

Oh Gawd, she was going to cum again! Daphnee felt the plethora of tentacles and tendrils continue not quite sure how much longer she'd last.

Seeing her pushed to the brink like this, it was a simple matter for him to add a few more things playing with her body to finally push her over the edge. She held out well, the spurts of fresh air holding her awake in this deep ocean of tentacles, hands and other things that swam around her, eagerly waiting for the chance to have their way with her. Picking through everything he had learned so far, he instructed the things pumping wildly against her cunt and ass to specifically go for her favorite spots as she continued to cream herself, giving her everything she asked for and then some.

She was no pushover either - in a completely unexpected display of skill, she holds her grip on the twitching mass that has almost reached her gullet. The thing squeals inside her, the simulation of her insides wringing the length hard enough to ejaculate inside her a second time before softening up. They don't withdraw fully, the tubes keeping her supplied with fresh air making sure to latch onto her so as to avoid drowning her.

Pushed to the limit, the thing in her ass spewed its load next - this one completely different from the smooth gel sprayed into her throat. She felt a semi-solid thing being shoved into her depths, shifting from liquid to gas to solid all at once as it fills up her ass. The way it quivers inside her sends fresh waves of pleasure as it half-seeps and half-bubbles up into her depths, giving her body something new to play with. It's quite a pleasant sensation, for her body to wring this mass of strange fluid and for it to respond by worming deeper into her, marking every inch of its journey with pure pleasure.

Finally, the things playing with her nipples back off as the tentacle in her cunt finally unloads that wonderful cum into her cunt, the lengths holding her down just so to make sure the alien seed goes right into her womb. Her hard-working cervix twitches at this intrusion, but the hairlike tendrils push it apart to let him finish off inside her. For a few moments, he keeps her like this... and then the tentacles on her arms and legs uncoil themselves from her - and much to her surprise, she floats up; as if the liquid was far too dense to pull her down. Her head broke the surface of the maelstrom, and gravity took hold of her body, pushing her sideways and into the grip of fresh tentacles that caught her before she could fall.

"So... how was it?" he asks her.

Tentacles, hands and other things swirl all around her. Eagerly she's fucked. Those cherished spots within her touched and prodded keeping her forever on edge. Bliss flows through her like an electrical current. Innards spasm as Daphnee is kept riding out that incredible high.

Pushed into that abyss he doesn't let up as she cums. That tsunami hitting her so hard that she feels like she's drowning despite the flow of air she receives. Just like a rubber band stretched out too much she snaps clamping down on the tentacles in her cunt and ass. Her muscles contracting against the two as muffled moans reverberate against the tentacle in her mouth.

She feels that ejaculate in her ass. Pushing in deeper as it's injected Daphnee can feel it transform until it's solid once more now deeper than before. She's filled up to the point of overflowing had that other tentacle not remained in her pussy.

Daphnee's back arches. Toes curl. She feels tentacles relax against her in this state of euphoria. She has the sensation of floating only to find her head emerge from the vortex soon after. Panting as the tentacle leaves her mouth so she can answer his question Daphnee has to catch her breath before answering.

Her body still tingling in bliss, somehow her mind is still coherent but just barely. She's still cumming too and while it was true that her body could hold up for long periods of time that did not extend to her consciousness.

“Amazing … s-simply amazing Master...” She answers between breaths.

Satisfied with her answer, the lengths holding her up in the air slowly bring her down onto the bed, the relaxing embrace of gravity taking hold as she's finally pulled? pushed? out of the mind-breaking hole in the very fabric of reality that intersects the bed. Strings of coherent matter cling on to her bare skin, the twitching motions of these fluctuating things causing her some amount of pleasure as they struggled to avoid breaking under the strain of staying 'outside' her owner's body. The few tentacles still coiling onto her body finally relent as Daphnee's well-worked body relaxes against the bed.

"Good, good. Much as I'd like to have kept going, it wouldn't be quite fair to you." he responds, quite pleased with her answer. "Perhaps next time we'll have you go a little deeper into the world of pleasure you just experienced. But for now, your time is almost up. Personally, I'd like you to stay and serve me on a permanent basis - but then everyone else that's invested in you is going to be left empty-handed when your next show comes up... Secondly, making you work when you're at the brink of complete collapse isn't very nice. I would like you to start the next show completely relaxed, and completely ready to take on anything that may come your way."

Her owner taps the console and lifts off her, finally freeing the bed from the mind-bending tear in reality, leaving the furniture intact to give her some space as she recovers from the multiple hard orgasms she had just ridden through.

Daphnee finds herself on the bed. Her perceptions still a confused jumble. She's still disorientated from her time in the vortex and it takes a moment for her to realize the ceiling above her is just that and not the floor. Even though she knows that it's the ceiling her senses are still a bit confused.

The matter on her still stimulates her even separated from the body. Perhaps they'd die. Perhaps he could detach “limbs” it doesn't seem to have caused her Master any pain nor did the answer really matter as she experiences the pleasure that they bring.

“It gets more intense then that?” She ponders that given what she had just been through. It's hard for her to imagine but she ponders in nevertheless as he works on the console. The mention of time bringing her back around. Daphnee had a full day with all that was happening. But she only had a rough idea of time passing not paying it any particular attention. Some encounters had to be shorter than she had imagined.

Then again throwing everything into each of them they took up all her focus and might have seemed longer.

Carefully she sat up. Her body still being massaged in the process.

“I appreciate the forethought Master.” There would be no way she could put on a good show if she were tossed straight back into things in her current state. Daphnee didn't pay too much attention to her tour schedule. Mostly it was looking at travel time and how much time she had between shows so she wasn't worn out for the next one.

“I have given some thought to future shows. I think Tsua will come around. I pitched a few ideas to her earlier. Though I'm unsure of her employment she seemed receptive in joining me on stage at a future point. If you would be so kind as to give her my contact information. I think it's best for her to come around on her own rather than pressuring her into it.

“The later would only make for poorer shows. If she comes around by herself she'll throw herself into things rather than just enduring them.”

“I appreciate the forethought Master.”

“I have given some thought to future shows. I think Tsua will come around. I pitched a few ideas to her earlier. Though I'm unsure of her employment she seemed receptive in joining me on stage at a future point. If you would be so kind as to give her my contact information. I think it's best for her to come around on her own rather than pressuring her into it.

“The later would only make for poorer shows. If she comes around by herself she'll throw herself into things rather than just enduring them.”

"Interesting indeed. I see you've given a lot of thought into this. See, this is exactly why no one wants you to break." he shifts down - condensing from the room-filling gap to something more manageable. "Now then, why not go ahead and take a bath while I flag down a cruiser for you?"

A short beep sounds from the main system console, and a set of symbols flash on screen. One of the eyes detach from the vortex to look at it. The subtle slouch of disappointment is almost visible on those tendrils as they pull back from her, leaving her on the bed.

"... or not. You've spent 24 hours under my service." he shifts from side to side, as if considering his next move. "While you wait, you're free to wander anywhere on this vessel. Just don't go and get yourself too messed up while you wait for that cruiser and we won't have any problems."

Her exposure, insight and investigative skills allowed Daphnee to piece together the eventual fate of Shokushu students. At least those that had encounters of an unusual nature. She had no idea how missing students went explained after graduation. Perhaps doppelgangers were replacing them. An invasion of sorts? That went beyond the information she was collecting.

Knowing of the likely future she prepared for it. Her experiences at the school taught her that compliance worked most of the time. Things tended to go better if she tossed herself into things. Some beings lacked intelligence as fa as she could tell or simply restrained her and had their way with her. Those open to her suggestions got the full reward of her cooperation.

This only extended to life beyond the school. Making the best out of the situation she found herself in. Yet the techniques she had been taught allowed her to envision these things as if they were actually happening. For the moment she forgot about the reality of still being at the school.

She glanced toward the screen unable to recognize the symbols and frowned a little. “I guess that shower will have to wait.” She took his reaction as if the cruiser was expectantly closer than he innately thought. Then again he seemed deflated which caused her to think that he might have intended on joining her but there would be no time for additional fooling around.

If she had time she would get cleaned up and dressed. Though not in the clothes she came with. Picking out something from the trunk that caught her eye. Daphnee assumed that the cost of the outfit would come out of her salary or she would otherwise pay the credits for it.

Seeing that the clothes had been sized for her she figured that he had gone out of his way to get them. Going for the goth look from her early teens she adorned herself in black books, stripped stockings complete with a dark skirt, sleeveless shirt and a black collar. She couldn't find a jacket or wrist guards to complete her normal look but this would do.

Afterwards she roamed the ship sticking close by. Hitting areas familiar to her she sought out the area where she made those drinks. It felt like ages ago. Maybe she'd bump into Tsyua in route not that she had prepared anything to say to her. Green eyes surveyed the various aliens as she passed noting which ones were staff and associates opposed to crew and guards.

As her eyes wandered and surveyed the myriad crew and staff of this massive vessel, they returned her gaze as well. Some recognized her, a few even waved her through some of the more heavily trafficked areas, but most of the time, she was left mostly to her own. Given the courtesy of the ones that spoke to her, perhaps they must've thought Daphnee was doing a quick errand for the owner of the vessel. Having seen the directions to the meeting chamber from two points of view, it was rather easy to walk back there. The doors appeared locked, but as she approached, the lights on the control panel turned green and the cycling metal disk turned to unlock the metal door.

The silent guards clad in full armor were gone, and the chamber was empty aside from a quadruped creature that bristled with constantly moving hair. Several eyes lining his torso swing over to her as the creature calmly replaces the depleted drink slots with fresh ingredients. It spoke, but the words were alien to her. Speech, but those 'letters' and 'consonants' made no sense. For a brief moment, he waits for her response - then realizes Daphnee does not speak as well as he'd have expected. One of the powerful limbs slap its central area as he realizes his mistake.

"If you're looking for the officers' party..." he repeats, this time in a slightly accented english as deft 'hands' put the drink bar back together. "Head on down to the barracks. That's why you're here, right?"

For the most part Daphnee wasn't interfered with. In fact others seemed to assist her through crowds. Doors that were once guarded weren't. They opened at her approach as if they were automated doors. Her best guest was that their were senses similar to motion sensors that scanned her in a more detailed way. Bestowing her access after ensuring she could be admitted.

It wasn't a stretch that there would be a means of setting something up like that. She didn't dwell on it too much as she eventually made her way back to the bar. Finding that a multi eyed alien was there in the midst of restocking supplies.

Whatever he said baffled her. Daphnee recognized that it was a language and not mere gibberish. She jumped, startled as he slapped his chest by the sudden noise. But gave a faint smile straight afterward. She shook her head and approached.

“I had no idea that there was a partying going on. I came to get a drink.” She looked in the direction indicated where the party was going on then turned her attention back to him.

“Why aren't you there? I'm sure they would need someone to serve them.” She considered the party and just what was going on there. Likely they would have some entertainment already arranged. Would Tsuya be there? She doubted it thinking that this party was for the crew of the ship. Still it wouldn't hurt to peak in for a bit until that cruiser arrives.

“Maybe I'll pop in after getting my drink. Any recommendations or are you closed right now?” Seeing that he was in the process of restocking Daphnee didn't want to get in the way of that. The party would have drinks. She didn't think she would be familiar with them but she had the time on her hands to experiment a little and try new things.

“I had no idea that there was a partying going on. I came to get a drink.”

"Well, it usually happens after a successful venture, and it's always wise to let soldiers blow off steam." the creature responds, the eyes shifting to gaze at her toned body as he finished putting together the complex puzzle that was the drink bar, and steps back as the machine activates, the displays denoting that all its reservoirs had been replenished. The triple-jointed 'hands' are pulled back into a set of muscular sheaths as he gets up.

“Why aren't you there? I'm sure they would need someone to serve them.” she asked him.

"I was, not too long ago." he admits. "I'm just in charge of refilling drink stations and maintaining them... in case they do break down. Or get broken."

“Maybe I'll pop in after getting my drink. Any recommendations or are you closed right now?”

"Oh no, the machine's quite ready for you. he explains as he steps back to give her a clear path to access the drink bar. The eyes on this creature follow her every move, definitely admiring her lithe, beautiful body. When she asks him for recommendations, he shifts on his quadruped legs for a moment, considering an answer. "Given what usually happens in those parties, I recommend you get plenty of hydration, maybe a mild stimulant to keep you on top of things?