He just laughed, the tentacles going a bit more taunt, those that still held onto the pools edge, holding her form there, above the water without any problems. “Oh believe me, I got the fact that you can not swim…” he said, revealing in the fact, in the fear that ran through her body. And he would add humiliation to it.
The tentacles suddenly lengthening, ducking her under water with a playful, cruel “oops” of him, letting her splutter out water, as she resurfaces. “And don’t worry…before I’m finished you won’t have to fear dieing…after that…well, maybe you hope I take my time? Maybe multiple rounds?” a cruel laugher filling her ears, but then again he could make these threats true.
“Then now…how about some fun…” he added, both hands coming to her breasts, starting to roughly kneed them, bringing the nipples to attention. He for sure would have much fun…maybe even in the shallow ends, but that could wait for later.

She gave a cry as her head went underwater. She gurgled slightly and as she resurfaced, she coughed up water once more and gave panted whimpers. Perhaps she should've done what he had requested before. No no! Its not worth it. It's never worth defilling your body...right?

She gave a fearful glare at the tendrils and bit her lip to supress any sounds that might come out. As the tentacle began their hard and firm ministrations, it was to be expected that her body would start to take affect. Her nipples started to fill with blood as she wiggled under its grasp with little movement she could control. She gave a small mewl and cry as her breasts beagn to fill with warm blood, increasing the arousal the monster was trying to administer. But she would not falter by mere rubbing. Atleast for the moment it was mildly easy to keep herself firm and udner control. She could only stay in the position though, no moving of her legs or arms to distract her from the tendrils that were making her luscious mounds grow more firm.

"You...sick bastard. Playing on my emotions and fear," she began, having to pause and take a deep breath incase he tried to duck her udner once more, "When I get out of your grasp...I'm going to burn you till there is nothing left," she hissed, whether the threat would be empty or not didn't matter to her. Just merely thinking she might escape gave her small hopes (if any) that she might be able to follow up on it.

He gave no sound, feeling as her body reacted to the gentle, if forced pleasure, breasts filling with blood, nipples, slowly standing at attention, making it all that much sweeter for him, knowing her body, as every others till now did, betrayed her, responded, wanted and sooner or later carved more even when her mind was screaming and trashing against the cruelty of the act.
“Who says you will get out of my grasp? How says I won’t just dump you at the bottom of the pool once I had my fun, after I made you scream out in ecstasy…” it was a thread he could make true, but till the it was a looong way to go.
Her hijacked hands continuing the gentle torment of her flesh, fingers grasping one stiffening nipple to roll it in between while from his bodies mass appeared two more appendages that would curl around the mass of titflesh, giving a soft squeeze.

She squeeked and mewled in response, dringing her eyes shut and tried to block out her poor breasts being so assaulted. But of course it was only a short way from being impossible to do so. Gasps and stifled moans appeared after the smaller one, an obvious sign her body was getting aroused. She bit her lip as her hands of their own accord began to stimulate her already engoring nipples even further. She could only watch in absolute horror as this happened. Horror turned to disgust after his statement though.

"Fine then. if you are going to let me die, then just get it over with. I' d rather drown then have you make me masturbate," she calmly put, but the lies upon lies she spoke made her eyes flicker with fear. Of course she would not want to drown. She'd rather deal with five of these monsters at once then die so tragically. But it was all she could think of at the point. Atleast if he did kill her, she would consider herself a martyr for some unseen cause. Still the fact that the creature might listen to her made her shiver udner its grasp.

Stop that!" she bluntly put, obviously awoken to the squeezing he was now giving her. How long must she suffer like this? Was it the fact that she practiced witchcraft that her that it was now catching up to her. Was this pay for her sins? Surely there must be some reason she was tormented every single day!

He smiled inwards seeing her body react, soft sighs and moans, even when they were stifled by her, heard, registered with him, to the sweep caressing he brought to her. The tentacles so tenderly wrapped around her luscious orbs tightening as the curl another round, her fingers stopping to torment her nipples, now working giving light, sensual caresses over her belly, as the tentacles tips attach themselves to her breast’s peaks.
“just get it over with? There would be no fun in it….and I don’t think you wish to die so…gruesome. I could make it rather…long for you…ducking you again and again…” he laughed, cruelly. “Maybe you think about your choice again?”
Her hands running lower, slowly nearing the mound atop of her sex, teasingly letting them wander over her skin as the contact with the tentacles around her soft skin is enough to let the toxin, the cocktail of hormones and other substances seep into those orbs, let it do its work, make them fill, slowly but surely with milk, the whit liquid he so carved.
“We are far from over….”


(Sorry for the long wait...to work came sickness and a major RP -blackout hope to be fine again. New Year, new luck! *gives happy new year rapings*)

She squealed with surprise as her mounds began to produce and build into milk. She grunted as her hands traveled over her sex, which would've been dripping with cunt juice had it not been for the water. She gritted her teeth and cringed her eyes shut with the horrible sound of being put under and under again. Truly, was it worth to die and not live when you had a choice? She shivered by how cold the water was turning. If the temperature would drop any lower she wouldn't have to worry about drowning.

She gave a sad gulp as she finally decided. How she would hate herself in shame and misery.

"...I'll d-do it...but can we p-p-please get out of the water? I'm f-f-freezing," she says, nearly killing herself by giving in so easily. Her mounds began to throb, the tips harden to a point where they begin to bulge in pain. The icy waters only added to the small stimulation as her nipples hardened completely under its cold grasp.

(Its okay. :3 Happy New Year to you too.)

He chuckled to himself. How easy these girl got once they were helpless, knowing that they were at the monsters mercy, happy to do many things, however humiliating they were. The tentacles around her breasts never gave an inch away, even when her breasts started to fill, bulge with the milk they produced, the soft skin pressed against rubber like tentacle wrappings.
The girl slowly shook with the cold water, even as her hand continued to play with herself, words pressed out with clattering teeth. “Oh…really…and so suddenly?” he mocked her, doing as if surprised. Her body shifting, turning again, fingers near her sex giving a light flicker to her clit before they would lift to the pools edge to lift her out, knee placed against the stone floor to help, her form coming to rest out of the water, dripping.
His own form changing, bulging, , the tentacles on her tits remaining as a humanoid shapes forms and kneels besides her, smile on the lips of his form, the only thing in his ‘face’. The contact he had was enough to have her muscles at his mercy, his arms sweeping her up, senses extended. “You know…I like private schools…” murmur in her head, the smile unnaturally widening as he makes his way over to a bubbling swirling pool, that for sure had a nice temperature.
Both forms sinking in the warm water, her form in his lap, her arms free again to move on their own. “Then…have fun….”

She squeaked when he finger flicked over her clit, a sudden rise in tension built up in her being, but she surpressed. A shse got out, the soft wind of the air-conditioning made her skin crawl as she began to walk unwillingly to a small pool.

She gave a heart filled sigh of relaxtion as her body was warmed once more in this small bubbling pool. Feet able to touch the ground she felt more comfortable, well...as comfortable as she could be knowing what she was going to have to do. She shookly rose her now free hands to her breasts, rubbing around them, avoiding her nipples since they were covered and squeezed them hard. Her breaths became short as she reluctantly kneed them into massaging and gripping palms.

Her mind was far from enjoying this, but her body was heating up to her continuous carresses. She gave a soft unwelcomed moan as she pinched the the base of the nubs that weren't covered. As a hand stayed to stimulate her breasts, another hand traveled down to her sex. At first she was extremely reluctant in touching herself against her will, but she'd rather do it then get off on the creature doing it. Her hand dipped between her lips and sawed its way between for a few moments, cuaisng pants to rhythm with the motion...

She was reluctant, that much was clear and started slowly, trying to avoid to touch the mass that covered her already, the bit of length that wrapped around those orbs loosening, getting replaced with her hand that now worked her skin and flesh, leaving only the covered nipples. The milk within her breasts churning, filling her to the brim, the gentle massaging bringing forth the first spurts of it, which were absorbed into his mass. The first taste taken the little cups over her nipples start to suckle, to draw more from this sweet nectar of hers.
“Yes….” A soft his spoken from him as he gets the first taste of her. “…I know we will have much fun…” added in pleasant tone as she started to slowly stimulate her sex, carefully, hesitated, but her body liked it all the same.
“You want to speed up, no? To get it over with perhaps?” he mocks her, the arms of his body wrapping in a hug under her arms, as if with lovers touch starting to rub her belly lovingly.

(ok, typed it, saved it in my word file for the Rp but didn't post >.>")

(Hehe. X3)
It wasn't exactly hard to get herself in the mood for what she was having to do...it was more of it might be difficult to make her actually stop now. She would never admit she was enjoying the pleasurable sensations her hands gave, but it was plainly obvious if you looked at her reddening face. Now whether it appeared to be in emberrasment or arousal would a tough thing to figure out. But by seeing her hand pushed deeper between her netherlips would make you wonder if she was actually taking the creature's advice or not.

As her breasts apparently squirted forth milk for the blob a sudden jolt of her poor nipples opening made her throw her head back and cry out in shock. So that was what the monster was after? Milk? She suppossed every kind of monster wanted something from human females. But it was extremely hard to even think of such things as arousal rised higher in her body, causing her to nearly pant like a dog. She jerked slightly as her hand rubbed alittle to hard on her clit but she found she actually liked it and brought her other hand to it. Two fingers pinched and rubbed against the little nub, causing more and more of her juices to leak out into the water. Eyes drew halfway as what was able to be seen became glazed with lust and desire. Never once did she think pleasuring yourself would be so addictive, but such sensations of bliss were to tempting to pass up.

A tingle ran up and down her legs as she continued to stimulate yourself...quite well actually.

A picture, one shown of herself a different angle to capture the moment, showing her quite vividly, sitting there in his embrace, bluish arms wrapped around her, tentacles pumping and suckling her nipples, little white spurts seen before it would vanish, absorbed in his body. Her hands working nicely between her legs, rubbing over those puffy legs, spreading her nectar around under the waters surface.
“Seems you do enjoy yourself…” he coos, his rubbery lips placed against her cheeks in a small kiss. “Maybe you’d like me to help a bit?” he asked, her pant like breathes indicating her arousal, the boiling of her own blood. Another tentacle spreading from his body, crawling down her arm, leaving a thin coating down to her hands and fingers, not hindering her movements in the slightest, stimulating alone through the fact of making her fingers seem a bit thicker…that is until the surface changes mid rubbing, small bumps appearing all over, making the sensations all the more intense.
“You get of on other…monsters like me forcing you…don’t you?”

"That's...n-not true..." she manages to hiss, finding her world crumbling before her. She would cry had it not been for the fact that she would merely cry out in pleasure. Her hips involuntarily grinded into her now thickened hands, drawing it to her slick folds. She hesitated before she pushed two fingers in her body, the added texture and size made her squeal as she began to pump them in and out. Her fingers curled and stimulated her G-spot. The action was rewarded with eyes rolling in the back of her head as she hung her mouth open with unwanted ecstacy.

"AAAHhhhh....nnnngh...god..."

Her chest pushed harder into those suckling tendrils, the force pushing-no suirting milk out of her like never before. She couldn't control herself with how wonderfully blissful this truly was. She allowed her head to slide back with her eyes shut to the ceiling as her legs jerked with every pump she used. She could feel herself ready to cum soon, her walls embraced those slime covered digits with a welcoming ripple of small spasms.

Her response was all but weak, not sufficient for him and those moans and her actions spoke otherwise. Fingers covered in the soft blue with nubs all over sinking in between those soft petals of her sex, walls clambering down in welcome ion the intruder, drawing them in further, fluttering in happiness and ecstasy. But he didn’t like her answer, or well, he was a tease, did want her to beg for it, for the edge and the soft push over it.
The mass on her hands getting hard, stopping all the ability to move those fingers or hand at all, halting her at the edge, the release denied to her.
“Hmm…you sure that you don’t like it?” he asks, the suckling on those breasts turned down to a minimum, the cups clamping down, twisting the fleshy nipples painfully.
“Beg for it….beg for the vile monster to make you cum and scream….” The phallus already growing from his body hidden to her…but she would find out that it was there sooner rather then later….

With the haulting of her fingers, her pleasure was left to hang...and slowly dimmed. She was frantic in the moment, trying with all her will to push the fingers along, but there was nothing she could do. The thing wanted to strip her of pride as well?! All these monsters seemed more interested in her mind then her body she sometimes thought.

She gives a squeal as her nipples were twisted painfully around and was even kept there, causing her to gurgle in her own drool as it pushed her back to where she was once more. She couldn't take this. She tried to give excuses to herself why she should give in. She's lasted longer then most women hopefully...but no one could take this!

"Pl-please..."

She only aswers in a small voice, but the begging is apparent. Who wouldn't when so close to the release, denied. The tweaked nipples brought back to their normal place, the soft suckling resumed, wnting to get every last drop from those lushious tits.
"That was rather quite...." he says teasingly. "I think I didn't heard you, hmm?" he adds, senses clearly having picked up that whispered voice. "You have luck that I have acurate senses...."
That said her hand would be controlled, and used, trusted back and forth in her pussy, spearing those petals again and again with two finegrs, clad in nubbed form of his, palms angled to give her clit strokes too.
The phalus allready growing under her thinning slowly as it approached her anus, wiggling against her backdoor before slowly slipping into her, vibrating, teasing and wiggling.