The cruel tentacles pulled back from her sex, letting her shower the water with her juices, her kicking feet sloshing it up and bearing audible witness to her convulsions of pleasure. She was held fast as he took in another step, water raising to her knees. It must be at his waist by now... he was smiling at her body's surrender, the bumpy tentacles seizing her aching tits again as she arched, squeezing and milking them in a firm but pleasurable motion.

"Oh... that's a good point. I'll have t return you bright an early." He pauses, and then chuckles softly. "Oh! But it's Friday, isn't it? That should be... plenty of time. Maybe tomorrow, if you haven't done any begging for more, we can invite a friend... have anything from anyone in your room?" He asks, goading her a little, as well as giving the inevitable promise of hours upon hours with him. He would keep her for as long as he could, make her experience things that only could be felt in this school, in this place.

"Now tell me... did you come from this?" He squeezed and rolled her teats again, pulling out her nipples and rhythmically squeezing her heaving mounds. Another tentacle, 'mouth' full of squirming tendrils, descended towards her soaked petals slowly, letting her watch it descend to drive her mind to madness...

The woman cries out as her hypersensitive orbs were squeezed and rolled once more. Her body arches once more, thrusting her chest out into the groping tendrils. She was not even aware the tendrils between her thighs had moved. All she could think about was the rapidly throbbing orbs in the creature's grasp. Every stroke and squeeze left the woman moaning in pleasure, it felt two large clits were being stroked endlessly.

Weak writhing and squirming was all her body did now, unable to fight the insane sensations burning into her mind now. Spasms of pleasure ran through her entire being as the aroused orbs continue to swell and firm up with more blood. The woman was easily a DD cup now, her body trying to adapt to the relentless waves of pleasure flowing in her chest. Her mouth opens but no words could form in her head as the two bountiful mounds throb rapidly. Her nipples were burning painfully. If it were possible she would be dripping milk no doubt. All Kanoe could manage as a response to the thing's question was a slow nod, her toes curling as her mind began to drown in a sea of bliss.

His tentacles eagerly molest and roll her breasts rougher as she arches, returning each motion with a thorough milking-like motion, stroking and tormenting them lightly when she didn't.

"My, oh my..." He said quietly, smirking a little. "It looks like you can't even comprehend my teases and threats anymore. That's a bad sign for you." He tweaks her clit lightly with the lowering tentacle before it begins to stroke across her sex more eagerly, flicking the nub about erratically and rapidly as he stepped into the water. Now she was in to her knees, almost to her thighs, but his attention to her never wavered. Her clit was tormented, her nipples tweaked and tugged, her breasts squeezed and twisted.

His whispered words played over her ear and neck as his fingers daintily traced over her shoulder. She was at the brink... quite possibly in more than one way. "Last chance... do you want me to take you in and enjoy you until you faint? Or do you still want that last possibility of escape, to flee the darkness threatening to swallow you up?"

"N-No...st-stop.."

Her voice was barely audible between her groans. Kanoe's shakes her head weakly, trying to bring some reason to her world. But, it was far too late for that as she continues to spiral downwards into the world of pleasure and bliss. Eyes flutter, half opened and quickly losing the light of awareness. The young woman was alreaedy tensing up, her next climax building. She was completely helpless. The witch could not comprehend it, why did it feel so good?

Her body hungered for it, needed it. The waters barely roused any reaction as her toes curl. Thighs shiver as hot juices continue to soak the rubbing tendrils. She screams inside her head, trying to fight it off but her body simply would not obey her anymore. The woman's clit twitched and throbbed against the stroking tendrils, sending wild spasms through her loins. It was only a matter of time before her body submits once more.

With a broad grin, a tentacle pushed between her lips. He pushed forwards, diving into the still and dark lake with her. The cool water gave her aching, needful body a brief reprieve. But it didn't last, as she felt air pushing into her lungs her body was tugged on ruthlessly.

Her sensitive points were continuously tugged on as he swam down with her, giving her air and squeezing her tits as her lungs filled. He let them drift in that zero-G environment for a while, letting her feel the flow of water running across all of her curves and the coolness of the water helping her resist his touch.

Of course, that only made him step up further, his squeezes and flicks becoming almost frantic as they played over her. As her pearl was jerked about and her nipples tugged, he finally brought them up into the cave.

They break the surface of the water, Ico raising her high as the water splashed around her, giving her a final, hungry tug and flick on her peaks. "That's it, lovely Kanoe! Scream, scream all you want!" He cackled, forcing her body to arch as he pulled on her arms, driving her to an explosive climax as she exploded from the water...

Kanoe lets forth a gurgled gasp as the dark witch was taken deep into the waters. The woman shuts her eyes as she tries to struggle and free herself of the tentacle deep in her mouth. The cold water nearly put her searing body into shock, briefly bringing her mind back into reality. The witch thrashes helplessly as the tendrils rub and tug all over her hyper sensitive body. She was nearly gagging on the tentacle that fed her oxygen, threatening to burst her lungs.

Deeper she was pulled into the water. Her eyes stung when she tries to see what is around but there was only darkness. Kanoe began to whimper and squeal through the mouthful of tentacle. The deeper she was taken, the more frantic her struggles became. Her body was screaming, her rock hard nipples throbbing in the cold water as the tendrils continue to flick and tug on her exposed body. It was becoming hopeless. No one will ever find her down here. Her body was already giving up once more, the water failing to stop the heat from rising in her loins.

Her body was twitching and shivering with spasms of pleasure as she was slowly brought closer to the surface. Eyes flutter weakly as they roll back in her head. With no hope of being found, her strength and will ebbed away leaving only the warm and pleasure of this monster's tendrils keeping her nice and hot. Higher she was taken until suddenly her body was thrust out of the waters. Her body was arched in the creature's grasp, like a prize he had just conquered. Right on cue, a piercing scream fills the cavern as juices gush from her body. The climax tears through her mind and body, leaving her nothing more than a quivering doll in the monster's bonds.

He continues to cackle as hopelessness encompasses her and pleasure explodes through her tired, defeated body! Her breasts are pulled upon harder, mashed and pulled at in his tentacle-coils, and the tentacles buried in her gorgeous, delicious body flailed about in delight! Aftershocks of pleasure continued to quake through her body as the tentacles continued to fuck her, if slower, and her full mounds and her tender pearl were still teased. The pleasure slowly was ebbing though, letting her slowly register her surroundings.

The darkness and cold of the water gone, but the cold of the cavern and the lack of light in it's interior does little to reassure her. The darkness isn't total, but reflective rocks along one wall make the moonlight shimmer faintly through the cavern from a hole that must be in the ceiling. It must be a deliberate feature somehow, and as he holds her up by her wrists, hanging limp in the air, the moonlight caresses her body and makes her pale skin almost glow in the light.

Holding her up like that, he was obviously sizing up the catch of the evening... and soon she's pressed against that wall, her wrists pushed against something and tied tight. Not that he needed to do it that way, but the submissive and captive pose amused him.

Flicking a tentacle along her neck teasingly, he stroked her chin a moment, seeing how much of her awareness was returning. "Hee~llo... waking up yet?" The tentacles that still were locked around her tits and squeezing them lewdly flicked across her nipples firmly.

The young woman continues to twitch with spasms of the already passed climax. Her body was beyond exhausted as the shudders the thrusting tentacles brought her grew weaker. Kanoe's eyes flutter shut as her body flops like a doll to the unrelenting thrusts.

For what seemed like an eternity, she felt like she was floating in darkness. Kanoe was not aware of anything as she found some sliver of relief in the realms of unconciousness. Much like the other encounters, students of shokushu could only wish they wake back up in their beds and find it all the be a dream. But, like the others, it was only a matter of time before she returns to her harsh reality.

The monster's prize shines in the moonlight like a trophy on a wall. For several minutes, Kanoe did not show any reaction to the creature's vile touch. She did not hear the taunting words as her head was gently lifted by the chin. Eyelids flutter as other tentacles continue to torment and grope her sensitive orbs. The moon was just brilliant to her unadjusted eyes as the sun. A weak groan leaves her weary lips as she slowly moves her head side to side. She was still floating in the realm between deep sleep and concious. Her body felt heavy and numb, not responding to her will to move yet. The witch wanted to sleep, needed to sleep. But the tentacles continue to slowly drag her further away from that goal.

"Uhhhh..."

A low groan leaves Kanoe's lips as her head continues to lull side to side. The first sensation her mind was greeted with was the burning sensation in her lovely chest. Barely concious and her body has all but let itself be manipulated by the vile tendrils. The pale breasts were still swollen and firm with darkened nipples at their peaks. Her blurry vision try to make out where she was as her eyes try to open. Such a short nap left the woman in worst shape than ever. Her arms tingle as they are bound to the wall above her head. The witch tries to pull away from the tentacles but the solid rock wall behind her left her just stirring weakly before the creature.

"N-No..." She shakes her head in protest.

"No...? Darn." He sighs, a whisper of breath along the skin of her throat. He's almost pressed against her, his face intimately close to her neck and shoulder. A breathy chuckle teases her shoulder and neck, and he leans back a little.

The tentacles that are on her pale mounds continued to play and grope, though the others have mercifully spared her from continued pleasure and torment. Sighing lightly, he reached out and flicked the underside of one curvaceous tit, smiling darkly. Her torments were only beginning... but he was giving her a respite.

But at the same time, it was almost as cruel as what he was doing before. For a few long moments, he admired her pale and moonlit beauty, his expression changing to a neutral one, a blank one. She was a lovely thing indeed, even as haggard, exhausted, and bound as she was. She still had some iron in her, and it helped her shine even in such a trial.

"Stay awake a while. I was hoping we could talk." His light grin returns a moment after he speaks. "I thought we should get properly introduced. At least, you could tell me about yourself a little. Oh, and remind me, I should probably cook you some breakfast in the morning. So... wake up. Otherwise I'll have to resume." His voice was teasing, but his posture was more menacing. He flicks her other breast, smirking and watching her reactions with a gleeful delight.

She opens her eyes fully. She was rather groggy from the lack of rest and never ending torment. Her eyes felt heavy as she gazes at her captor. The need to sleep was pulling at her constantly. Kanoe's breasts tingle with pleasing warmth from the tendrils constant groping of her hypersensitive body. The light of the moon was painful to the eyes but did offer a small glimmer of hope. Light means there is at least an opening above if she can climb to it. It was her only hope as she would not be able to navigate the dark waters they entered from.

"In..Introduced?"

The words stumble through her lips. The word breakfast confused and terrorfied the woman. Was it really going to keep her here? The gentle flicks of the tendrils left her hot but still able to regain some focus. She does her best to hold back soft gasps as she finally lifts her head wearily on her own. If she falls unconcious the thing will do untold things to her. At least for now she can get some time to recover.

His grasping and groping tentacles continued to play with her aching teats, but his others simply squirmed and danced before her. One curled up, and he reached up with a hand to pat her cheek. "yes. For an example! How did a girl like you get to be so naughty, mm?" A tentacle slid along her thigh, squirming an teasing her flesh.

"You don't seem to be the kind of nice girl that got along with her family... how bad were you?" He hesitated a moment, then added with a grin. "If you share... these won't slip back inside of you..." This was a different violation, one into her personal life.

But his ardent stimulation of her body continued, whether he was lodged deep within her or not; he would make her sing and cry out again, and anything else he dragged out of her was only gained for the fun of seizing it. A coil of tentacle began to rub against her sides, pushing against her tit and ribs as he waited for her to resist... or for her to cave in.

As she returned further into the waking world, she was bombarded with constant burning stimulation all through her chest. Her breathing grew long and deep as her heavily swollen orbs were at the creature's mercy. The puffing peaks stuck out like thick little fingers, aching from the never ending strokes and squeezes of the tendrils. She could not explain it but somehow her body was very sensitive to this things touch. Earlier it made her cum just by playing with her tits, she never experienced anything like that before and now she felt a tingling sensation between her thighs.

The dark witch was already losing focus. Her mind drifts to the tendrils constant gropings, her minds eye following every motion that left her body hotter than before. Only when the monster used a human hand to pat her cheek did Kanoe blink and return to his attention. She was not sure why it wanted to know such useless information, even she did not care about her family. If it would spare more rapes, perhaps it was best to follow along. That's assuming all the fondling of her precious tits does not drive her crazy first.

"They..They do not care for me nor I of them," She answers, "I made some messes in the house, breaking and destroying many of the rooms. Mmm..."

Her eyes close as she felt the heat rising in her body. The tentacles were already experts in stroking the fires of pleasure and lust. Soft breaths leave from her lips as warm nectar trickles down to meet the tendril stroking her inner thigh. A gasp of pleasure escapes her as tentacles rub up her now hypersensitive sides. It sent waves of pleasure through her entire body causing her toes to curl and relax slowly. Her arms tug at her bonds but they were already growing numb from being above her head so long. She was too weak and tired to put forth much resistance to the teasing tendrils.

Her luscious and gorgeous breasts were given no quarter; tentacular bands slowly squeezed and rolled her ample flesh deeply, tips teasing along her blood-engorged and sensitive skin. Delighting in her reactions and struggles, he watched as she pushed herself to talk. It required focus, concentration, and strength; she was being forced to expend her reserves to keep her thoughts intact.

Even as she is pleasured and talked, another tentacle began to drip something slick and fluid, like water, and began to lightly stroke along her neck and shoulder. Seeing her slumping, exhaustion wearing on her, he stroked her cheek again with his quite-human hand. It seemed to draw an intimate reaction from her...

"Oh... how sad. You shouldn't be so distant, mm? But... then, you came here as an escape, or an exile." A chuckle comes from him as he breathes in, sampling her scent with a hungry look. Her over-stimulated, sensual body was an incredible enticement. But if he pushed too hard, she'd break down...

"What then of friends you have here? You must have some..." A firm tug on her nipples would interrupt her reply, and he licks at her throat.

Her luscious and gorgeous breasts were given no quarter; tentacular bands slowly squeezed and rolled her ample flesh deeply, tips teasing along her blood-engorged and sensitive skin. Delighting in her reactions and struggles, he watched as she pushed herself to talk. It required focus, concentration, and strength; she was being forced to expend her reserves to keep her thoughts intact.

Even as she is pleasured and talked, another tentacle began to drip something slick and fluid, like water, and began to lightly stroke along her neck and shoulder. Seeing her slumping, exhaustion wearing on her, he stroked her cheek again with his quite-human hand. It seemed to draw an intimate reaction from her...

"Oh... how sad. You shouldn't be so distant, mm? But... then, you came here as an escape, or an exile." A chuckle comes from him as he breathes in, sampling her scent with a hungry look. Her over-stimulated, sensual body was an incredible enticement. But if he pushed too hard, she'd break down...

"What then of friends you have here? You must have some..." A firm tug on her nipples would interrupt her reply, and he licks at her throat.

Kanoe's mind was falling deeper and deeper into a thick haze of heat and pleasure. Unable to fall asleep from the constant stimulations and the strange effect the creature did to her body, her concious was left floating being smothered by her exhaustion and arousal. Her head slowly rolls from one side to the other as anothr tentacle slides around her neck. It felt so cool, so relaxing, so hard to resist.

Once again, his hand strokes her cheek. The effect was much slower as her eyes open only halfway. The never ending torture and stimulation left her cheeks warm to the touch as the creature rests his hand on her. Escape, exile, perhaps either would be a correct answer of why she was on the island. There was much knowledge to be had here but there was also the constant sexual and mental attacks by monsters, such as this one.

She yelps in shock, pain and pleasure as her nipples were suddenly tugged upon. Only then did his question begin to filter through what little concious thought she had left. Friends? There were some students that have helped her in the past but only two were really friends of hers. One being her one and only love, Clarice. But, she couldn't tell him about that. If he were to know... Kanoe's thoughts melted as a warm tongue ran along her throat. Her head tilts to the side, practically offering it to the beast. This was so disgusting but she found herself only thinking about how good it felt to be touched. Finally, she weakly shakes her head.

"Mm..N-No.." She sighs faintly, "No..Ahh..No need for..for them.."