Silence. Spectre considered the answer. It was not one it had expected, but was not really surprising either. The Thing could see the witch’s determination in that small smile. Though it knew she was still struggling with the need for release. How best to respond?

“That is one of the few wishes I cannot grant,” Spectre said, finally, attempting to keep Clarice on the edge. However, as it spoke, it added a new quality to its Voice. Even as the ‘sounds’ resonated in the girl’s pleasure centers, it also filled her with dread.

“She is lost to me unless she calls for me again,” it continued almost sadly. Another pause. The Being was pushing the limits of its control. It had kept Clarice teetering for some time now; it was only a matter of time before it pushed her too far.

“I have given you my message, so unless you have something to ask of me, I shall leave you in peace.” If everything went as planned, the last statement would leave her on the very brink, one tiny nudge away from bliss. But it should also have filled her with despair, the utter certainty that if it left, she would be left with only her fingers to satisfy her longing, unless she could hold out long enough for the effects to fade - or until she could reach the arms of her lover (who was no doubt in class herself somewhere).

Its words seemed to strike home for once, forcing the poor woman's determiniation down some points as well as her body forced down from how vibrant her insides quivered. So close, and yet she remained there. Her smile began to subside into small gasps and screams of release. How she longed to take this heavy burden off her body.

She closed her legs as hard together as possible in a feeble attempt to escape, but it would never subside. Finally she peers to the ceiling with pleading eyes, drool evermore creases the side of her lips.

"Pl-please...if...n-not...Ka-her..I-I need...something..!"

It was hard to make coherent words before she pushes her hands hard on her sokaed panties. She appeared to have curled up on the floor and continued her louder pants as nectar still trickles to form a small puddle. Even with her willpower the need to climax was so overpowering. She could feel her cunt was quivering and clenching on itself, ready to let go but had yet to recieve any relief. She wasn't sure if the being could possibly show some type of mercy upon her for her humiliating posture. Slowly, ever slowly...her will was dying with the thought that Kanoe won't be saving her this time.

'Pl-please...he-help me cum...oh God...'

Spectre sensed that Clarice had come as close to admitting her need as she was going to. The plea she made was not entirely satisfactory, but even the eternal Thing could have everything it wanted on every occasion. Regardless, it dared not press the matter much further. Even with a prolonged pause to let the effects of its Voice fade somewhat - as well as extend her torment - it couldn’t stimulate her much more without provoking the climax she so needed. Neither could it allow the stimulating quality of its Voice to dwindle without exposing its ruse. It would take all the control it could muster not to push her over the edge with its next few statements.

“Very well, I can ease your suffering . . .” Spectre paused, as much to let its words have a chance to register in the lustful girl’s mind as to allow the stimulation to fade a bit. The Entity relished the challenge of keeping Clarice on the razor’s edge between bliss and torment. Every word was a chance for the single misstep that would send all its plans crashing down amidst the wave of ecstacy looming over the young witch. But every word also increased the power of that impending tsunami, which would make her screams all the sweeter.

“But there is a Price . . .” Despite the danger of overwhelming the poor woman prematurely, the Being pressed forward with its scheme. Perhaps its greatest weakness was its penchant for games, its desire to deceive and manipulate even as it tormented. Still, it paused yet again, hoping the short respite would be enough to allow it to finish its statement.

“A small piece of your soul.” Spectre believed that was absolutely the last it could say without triggering the avalanche of bliss that hung over Clarice - if it had not gone too far already . . .

Each word penetrated her body, like needles sticking into her clit and nipples. She gave a groan filled cry before bundling in a distorted beetle position on the floor. Her hands cupped her pelvic area in 'almost' pain while her mouth hung open. Her drool and tongue lulled to the side of her lips that were closer to the floor as she stares under the stalls infront of her vision. She couldn't take this torture much longer. Her inside screamed for mercy, just one press in her sensetive areas and it would be done. She could hardly hear the being's voice anymore. Even with its manipulations her eyes felt like they would crash down with her conscioussness.

She didn't even hear what it was saying anymore. But she nodded anyways..as best as she could if it even appeared to be a nod. She didn't care if there was a price or payment, she just wanted her suffering to end. Her whole being shook with arousal and even moreso shaking was her breathing. Raspy and hot she could not even think of a word to say. Her mind was completely overrun with hazy bliss and desire.

This being would help deliver her from her torture. At least she hoped it would. Even if she wanted to stimulate herself her hands wouldn't move. As a matter of fact they slumped from loss of blood that engorged her breasts and cunt. Her eyes threatened to roll into the back of her head any moment.

The tiny head wobble Clarice gave was nearly unnoticeable, but Spectre thought it detected acquiescence. In truth, it mattered little, for the Thing didn’t actually need her to agree to anything, so the slight nod was more than sufficient for it to claim she had done so.

“Very, well. So be it!” Spectre’s Voice became pure Pleasure that slammed into Clarice and crashed through her, stimulating her everywhere at once. Even as its statement pushed the young witch over the edge into bliss, the Entity began to manifest. The bizarre warping of reality as it pushed its awful will against the fabric of reality was an impressive show most likely lost on the girl who should be writhing in orgasmic fury.

Finally, the boil on the face of space and time popped, resolving into the strange cloaked figure that was nothing but a mobile rift - a hole through which Spectre could work its will on this universe. It was silent and still, watching the blonde beauty endure the spasms of intense climax and listening to cries of ecstacy.

Its answer was somehwat muffled at first, but it would be a lie to say she didn't feel it. Her eyes opened wide as her body becomes rigid and shakes violently. Her cunt spasm uncontrollably, causing the young woman to scream in pleasure as she rides her long awaited climax. her back arches forward while her arms push hard on the tiled floor. If she wasn't wearing shoes, the being would've seen her toes curl.

She was in pure bliss, the ever hard waves of bliss knocking and pushing any worries she had away from her mind. She could feel her walls spasms against eachother, nectar just nearly flowed from it like a stream. Finally after what seemed like an eternity to the woman her body falls limp to the ground. She wheezes and pants profusiously, not even taking notice of the being manifesting infront of her. How could she? Not in this state of mind.

She just layed there, riding the aftershocks with her mouth hung open and her legs spread wide.

The spectacle was marvelous. A flesh and blood being would surely have found Clarice’s exquisite screams and uncontrolled spasms thoroughly arousing. But Spectre was neither flesh nor blood. That is not to say it did not enjoy watching and listening to the student’s powerful orgasm. It greatly enjoyed the fact that it had turned a proud young witch into a quivering heap lying in a puddle of her own juices on the restroom floor. Plus, there were few things as wildly chaotic as sexual climax; and chaos was Spectre’s business.

The Thing remained still and silent for a few moments more, letting Clarice recover just a bit from her recent explosion of pleasure. It wanted her to be at least partially aware of what it was about to do.

“Very impressive,” Spectre remarked, not bothering to control its Voice, letting the raw seething ‘sound’ wash over the girl. “The last to scream so for lust of my voice was your lover, Kanoe . . . “ Even stronger than before, the Thing’s words assaulted Clarice’s body ruthlessly, denying her a pleasant cool-down period in favor of a renewed and rapid build up of sexual tension. It intended to rob her of much of the relief her massive climax should have brought.

“Now to collect my payment.” Countless tendrils of pure chaos erupted from a slight opening in front of the Being’s ‘cloak.’ Like lightning in slow motion, the ribbons of non-existence swarmed throughout the mostly empty restroom. Stall doors banged open and the mirror shattered as the cracks in reality closed around the prostrate girl. Multiple tentacles seized her arms and legs and several more encircled her waist. Her disheveled uniform offered no protection against the impossible appendages as they simply passed through the fabric as though it was not even there.

Soon Clarice was hauled into the air and turned to face her bizarre attacker. The shadows of its hood concealed nothing - literally nothing; just a hole in reality. Even that oft quoted question aboit staring into the void would not apply, for a void was something. And nothing - not even darkness - was on the other side of the aperture that was Spectre’s manifestation.

“Don’t worry, this won’t hurt . . . ” the Thing’s Voice was all around her now, shivering directly against her flesh, beating at her senses with abominable pleasures. “Much.”

Never before had her climax been so powerful. Her head shook back and forth quickly, as if it weere the only thing she could control. Just as she was calming, the Voice became more stronger then ever. Its waves pusled into her body like a vibrator, stimulating her simultaneously into climaxing again.

The world began to swirl in her vision, suddenly falling apart like a painting washed over by rain. Her rest never came, only keeping her in heaven again and again. She didn't know how long she coudl last. Each word seemed to shove into her like a phallus. Everything was 'like' something, not able to be explained fully.

Her body continued to spasm violently even when a mass of tendrils suddenly touched her. It shocked her somewhat, clicking her vision into seeing a blurry mass. This couldn't possibly be the being could it? It was real? Not having long to comprehend, her second orgasm kept going still! When would she be able to see or feel rest was a good question. This creature spoke of how Kanoe succumbed. She could see why. Tendrils that wrapped around her arms and legs found little resistance besides their occasional twitching. There was no hope of escaping the voice and its horribly-wonderful sound. Her cunt kept opening and closing through her climax. Finally, her second began to turn down somewhat. She was thankful to say the least. Then it went right back up when it spoke once more. What was this? Her third? Sweat glistened her entire body while she succumbs to another orgasm.

It spoke of something being painful...but her ears were ringing and caused the woman not to fully understand what it was going to do. As long as she is allowed pleasure, as selfish and foolish as it was, she didn't care. How unfortunate she didn't know what the payment was.

Spectre was pleasantly surprised. It had not expected Clarice to climax again so quickly, let alone twice more in such rapid succession. It seemed she was even more susceptible to its Voice than her lover was. The Thing filed that little tidbit away; it might be fun to make them both squirm at some point while it experimented to see which one came fastest and hardest given just the stimulation of its Voice.

But that had to wait for another time. Just then, Spectre had a soul harvesting to fake. The price it had quoted to the young witch - the same it had allegedly imposed on Kanoe for its response to her ‘summons’ - was not actually something it could extract. But hundreds, if not thousands, of years of popular belief had made it the most common form of payment for demonic services. Of course Spectre wasn’t really a demon, but it played the part in order to toy with those who were magically inclined.

Luckily, it didn’t have to actually take a piece of her soul, it only had to make her think it had. The peculiarities of its Voice and tendrils should serve it well in that regard. Still, for a deception to work, the subject had to be marginally aware of what was happening, so Spectre refrained from speaking as it moved forward with its plan.

It could easily have rendered the young woman completely nude almost instantly, but it decided not to. The garments were no barrier to its tentacles anyway. Simply ignoring the cloth, Spectre positioned a tendril at the entrance to Clarice’s sex and another at the tight ring of her anus. Then, without warning, it viciously penetrated both holes. Simultaneously, it forced a third thick chaotic appendage into her mouth.

Despite how much natural lubricant had built up from the recent intense stimulation, the chaotic tentacle invading her sex grated harshly against her still clenching walls. How much worse must the sudden stab in her ass have been? All three tentacles squirmed and writhed as they pushed deeper into the violated witch. Miraculously, though the appendage in her mouth began to force its way down her throat, it didn’t trigger her gag reflex or obstruct her breathing - something a student of anatomy might have remarked was a biological impossibility. But then, Spectre itself was impossible.

Exhaustion set in quickly once the being refrained from talking. She had never been one to succumb so quickly, but after all she's been through on the island it shouldn't be surprising her barriers were breaking. Her head tilts up to try and atleast see what this monster planned to do, even blurry vision would've given her a face, but she saw as the creature had been thinking of-nothing. A cloak she could make out but its face was just not there, not even darkenss from the cloak's intitial purpose.

Somehow it scared her, not knowing how this thing was reacting to her willingness. But she could do little toa void her eyes slumping hlafway once more. Her body quivered upon pressure building between her legs. She was slightly confused it was so close to ehr skin yet did she not still have her clothes on? She couldn't make out how many, but something pressed to both of her entrances. Clair tensed at feeling something threatening to plunge into her backdoor. She knew the pain it caused to have something pierce such a tender spot. As she feared it surged both tendrils into her causing the girl emit a scream.

It was all in vain when another lunged into her mouth, ceasing her cries. Her eyes blink in shocked confusion when she felt it slip pass her mouth and into her throat. But she felt no means of gagging, she still breathed. Her heart thumped hard in her chest and small pain erupted from both of her lower entrances. Eyes squint shut, gurgled groans emit from her blocked mouth. But it lasted only a short time after her walls moved around to fit comfortably around the invading tentacles.

Atleast she had some small sense to understand what was going on now that she could think. But some things remained a blur. Trying to rethink of what it had said it would do to her...brought up nothing. She had been to far gone to hear its Voice even when she felt it pierce through her body. Anxiety and suspense settled in, combined to form fear of what exactly it was trying to do to her. Again, her being quivers before the power of the monster, unintentionally pushing the tendrils further inside. This of course made her squeak with surprise. The young witch stared on with shaky eyes, allowing the creature to see how much fear that was deep within.

Spectre’s tendrils squirmed and writhed ever deeper into the young woman’s tight channels, slowly filling her sex, ass and throat with turbulent nothingness. The Thing remained silent as it gradually pushed further and further into her body. Its motions were measured and probing, as though it was searching for something.

The invasive action stretched on and on as Spectre played out its charade. It suspected Clarice hadn’t actually heard what the ‘price’ for her relief was, but that suspense would only aid in the deception. Eventually the witch’s cunt and rectum were completely filled with ambulatory chaos. The third tentacle neared the point of entering her stomach. But all three continued boiling and wriggling within their respective channels as though trying to go even deeper .

Clarice's body was without much control as the three tendrils sought shelter deeper and deeper inside of her. Eyes squint shutwhen her mind was enveloped in fear and yet her body craved more of these chaotic tendrils to go further. Having never felt such things deep inside of her before, Clair was shivering with anxiety and bubbling fear. These tentacle felt strangely relaxing, even if they were inhumanly searching for whatever it was they were looking for. Maybe it was the fear of being explored compeltely that had caused ehr mind not to feel the wonderful sensations it gave.

Whatever the case and now that they were writhing in her tunnels, her body convulsed into small jolts. Electricity sparked up everywhere inside, but Clair failed to give anything except for her gurgled screams of the steryotyped damsel in distress. It was as if she were waiting for pain to start but still had yet to come.

The tendril in her throat surprised and shocked her more then anything. She felt it was even further then what it truly was, already in her stomach and still wriggling in place. The gagging reflex had yet to make any sensation, she wondered if there was something wrong with her for not doing its job. How she was even able to breath was a bigger mystery.

Then the tendril in her cunt hadn't stretched her or anything. But she had that sense it had enetered her uterus, however had it done so left her clueless. It still felt heavenly, its wiggling mass kept rubbing hard on her engorged G-spot and was already pushing her close to climaxing again.

The last of them was probably one she was shivering the most from. Her ass was stretching to its limit yet she could still feel that pushing into her. It just kept coming in and felt like it wouldn't stop! Her mind clicks with the thought of how it would feel if the tendril in her mouth and the one in her ass met inside her body. The thought somehow made her shiver with pleasure though she didn't think it was something to want. Her mind and being were completely confused at what it was doing, the suspense was killing her. She just wished it would sy something already. For once could it say something when she wanted it to?

Spectre’s silence stretched on and on as its insidious ‘search’ continued. Though the tendrils invading Clarice’s throat and ass did not actually extend, they continued to writhe and ‘flow’ as though they were probing deeper and deeper. Conversely, the one filling her cunt flowed through the tight entrance to the girl’s womb. More and more of it entered her, slowly filling the space with a pool of roiling chaos which ground against her uterine walls.

Once the tentacle invading her womb had filled it completely (though not to the point of actually causing it to expand). And once the other two should have felt as though they were lodged in the very core of the student’s being, Spectre finally broke the silence.

“Ah! There it is,” the Thing’s Voice came from every part of its manifestation, including the tendrils lodged so deeply in its victim. But it altered the quality of the ‘sound’ so that even as its words vibrated within and throughout her, stimulating her even more intensely than before, it also provoked an almost indescribable sense of pain and loss - almost as though something at the center of her existence was being torn away . . .

“That small piece of your soul that had remained pure and innocent.” An utter lie, but Spectre knew that the power of suggestion could work wonders.

Her body felt foreign to her now. Never quite if it was her inards quivering or if it were the tendrils that had proceeded in literally exploring every nook and cranny of her being. But as odd of a penetration it had become, it still felt stimulating and blissful. Her boned wrists hung limply as the being explored, searching for its payment. She had little idea of what it was doing, and only when the Voice reached her core did her eyes open fully. The entrance to her womb ha but a small hole and it pushed through. It was painful when it doubled the size of what it should be and pushed passed. Was the tendril actually inside her womb?

There what was? Her question was answered with pain. Her being convulses from being caught off guard, her wrists pull at their bonds. A soft groan of protest was all she could muster from the strange sense of pain deep within her. She blinks at the ceiling, unable to look at the spectre before her. She was confused by what it had been searching for and the pain didn't help ease her worries.

It was taking...a piece of her soul? The part that remained innocent? What did it mean by that? From what Keemari had spoken of, he mentioned something about her soul darkening from being with Kanoe. But she hadn't realized it was actually true. And by the feel of her pain it felt as if it was tearing a part of her soul away. Her innocent part...what would happen to her once it was all said and done? She felt empty inside and it scared her to know forever will she have the udnerstanding she wasn't complete. The feeling of inferiority settled in and caused some small whimpers to breach the surface.

She was a fool above all. Having become so horny that she failed to understand what the payment was or hear it for that matter. She was an idiot and above all she had betrayed Kanoe once again by succumbing to her sinful desires. She couldn't blame the being from taking her innocence. She didn't deserve it after what she had done. it saddened her greatly, pushing her mind into deep thoughts and made her quiet. Even the writhing mass inside of her failed to reach her senses for a moment. She felt...disgusting.

Clairice’s reaction was perfect. The flow of expressions on her face from fear through pain to self-disgust amused Spectre to no end. Its deception was deliberately crafted to provoke such feelings, and she played into it wonderfully. Now it was time to really nail on the lid to the coffin.

“Excellent,” Spectre said as it slowly withdrew the tendril it had shoved down her throat. It altered the effects of its Voice once again. The sense of loss remained, but the pain rapidly faded. “I have replaced the bit I took with some of my own essence.” Each word of the lie became more and more pleasurable, despite the continued feeling of being incomplete. Spectre planned to drive the girl to the heights of bliss again, even while her self-disgust remained strong. It wished to humiliate her completely by making her cum again despite the knowledge of what she had ‘lost’ by giving in to lust earlier.

“You and I are bonded, now.” The Voice grew stronger and stronger as it radiated out from the tentacles buried inside the girl. Each sound brought a fresh wave of stimulation paired with a pang of loss. As it finished speaking, the tentacle finally emerged from her mouth; such taunts weren’t much fun if the subject couldn’t respond.