His words made her sex quiver unrelentlessly. Eyes flutter and roll to the back of her head, unable to to stop the stimulation that thwarted her already exhausted body. Her writhing was interupted when the tendril in her throat began to pull out. The sensation made her shiver uncontrollably until it finally eased out of her mouth. She felt like she had been holding her breath for the longest time, because when the being pulled out she panted as if the breath of life was to be cherished.

Without anything to hold her head up, it fell to her chest as the two in her lower entrances kept pushing her away from humanity. She groans and moans like an animal for most of the time her mouth was set free. She tries every once in awhile to speak, but found that sound left her mouth as she grew weaker and weaker from the constant stimulation. Another orgasm suddenly surged through her body upon the last few words. It completely took her by surprise, leaving that pained emptiness to eat at her again and again. She wanted to faint or pass out. Anything to escape this once thought dream turned nightmare.

She became a quivering mess of her once former self, wheezing and panting to try so very hard to beg the mass of tentacles to stop their assault. Her mouth opens again to speak and at first nothing came out. Until...

"Auugghh...pl-please...noh-no....mah...more..."

“No more?” Spectre laughed, “but we’re just getting started.” Each word delivered another dose of horrible thrills directly to Clarice’s body. The tendrils inside her shifted in cadence with the Thing’s speech, adding another dimension to the terrible stimulation.

“Besides, the time for protest has long since passed,” the Thing wasn’t sure if its audience could really understand what it was saying through the intense stimulation, but it didn’t really care. The words were mostly meaningless anyway.

“You like to think of yourself as the unwilling victim; but we both know that isn’t true.” Spectre did not really believe its own words. It knew she was virtually powerless to resist its Voice, especially on this island. The statement was mostly just something to say that would possibly cause the girl’s pride to flare . . . if it registered in her mind.

It wasn't much of protesting against what she had already committed to, it was mroe of ehr body couldn't handle the continuous heights of pelasure without rest. If the being kept pushing her, she was sure she would pass out. She didn't even want to think what it would do to her if she was uncounscious. Her please seemed usueless now that she could fight back worth anything. Her body continues to ignore her weakening state and keeps its height of pleasure until she climaxes again. She grunts more as her thobbing head is pelted with intense waves of pleasure. The Voice it used pushed past her defenses with no hinderance.


She was already fading from the world. her vision was becoming even more unvieable. Her throat had lost its moisture, causing her to speak no more. She heard some of its words, and could only take it as insults to injury. She knew she was not willing. The being could've left her alone and that would be the end of it. But maybe if it wasn't her lust for power, she wouldn't of been affected as much. She was actually confused if it was the monster's fault or if it was truly her own for her selfish desires.

Her climax halted such thinking, ripping its way through her being, sucking even more energy out of her. Her hoarse cries and moans would seem pathetic to anyone hearing them. She was so tired...and yet she wouldn't want to fall back into darkness. Her fighting to stay awake was slowly losing its motivation. Her body already hung in the monster's grasp, allowing it to dow hatever it pleased to her without giving so much as a fighting glance.

She knew the being probably wouldn't stop even she had given a full idea of her weakening state of mind. It would keep going. perhaps it was her fault. If she hadn't been so interested in orgasming, she would've heard its price. It was her falt...for being such a power hungry slave.

Spectre was aware that Clarice’s protest had been about her rapidly growing exhaustion. It had deliberately misinterpreted the plea. The fact was it didn’t care. Its wanted to make the witch pass out from oversimulation; wanted to drive her, screaming, to the abyss of unconsciousness even as it picked at what remained of her will with its insults. It wanted her last thought before succumbing to her final climax to be a ‘realization’ that she was just a demon’s whore, unable to resist either temptation or unwanted stimulation.

To ensure the girl’s horrid fate was truly memorable, Spectre decided the make the stimulation even more intense than that it had already subjected her to. The Being’s ‘cloak’ flared open, surrounding Clarice even as its tentacles reeled her in. In an instant, the young woman was engulfed, pulled into the nothingness that was the essence of her captor. It closed in all around her, ignoring her clothes as it sought contact with her skin - or perhaps something deeper within her.

A ribbon of the turbulent chaos forced its way into her mouth again, plunging deep into her throat and beyond, seeming to meet up with the other two filling her nether reaches. This was Spectre’s domain, and many of the familiar laws of reality simply did not apply, so it may well have been that the three tendrils merged together at the very core of Clarice’s being - it would certainly feel that way.

“Now, listen well, Clarice,” the Voice was everywhere, beating at her senses from all sides and within. The horrible sense of loss continued along with the intense stimulation, but Spectre added a new aspect to the ‘sound.’ It was meant to burn its words permanently into the witch’s memory. Even if she didn’t fully register them now, she would remember when the time was right.

“For this is the message I came to give you:” Despite all it had done to the poor girl, the Thing still intended to use her as a messenger - whether she liked it or not. It was all a part of the grander plan to draw both her and her lover into another morass of debauchery.

“Deimos will return for Kanoe. The demon prepares, planning to assault her on the anniversary of the night of his summoning. If he is not banished or subdued, he will drag her to Hell with him, her body and soul his for all eternity. With your help, she can succeed; I know a way. You have merely to call for me - Kanoe knows my name . . . “

Her eyes sparkle in slight discomfort from the being's cloak flaring. Her immediate instinct was to flinch away, but it did little hope as she was pulled inside the darkness. Her eyes drift close, unable to stay open as the differences in stimulation make her succumb all to quickly. She had no strength to fight back and could only take what was thrown at her. It wouldn't be long before her body succumbed to darkness as well...

She lost compeltely to the being, she was fully aware of it. The feeling of losing a part of herself, the feeling of defeat was like acid poured on her tongue. Her body was plunged deeper into still. As if it hadn't already welled its way passed her brink, it felt as if the two-no...three merged together. She wasn't fully aware of the chaotic tendril in her mouth at all. But it felt like three different appendages squirmed inside of her.

It suddenly spoke once more. She gasps and groans loudly, eyes rolling into the back of her head as it spoke. As out of ti as she was, she could fully hear every single word. Like they were being embedded into her mind, she listened completely to its message. Kanoe being dragged to Hell...only one way to save her soul and body...

Deimos... she repeated in her mind as all was said and done. As if to signify the message was sent, she screams hoarsly as another climax wreaks havoc on her already exhausted body. Her vision had long since become nothing but blurrs. But it was not nessescary since she could see nothing anyways. It almost felt like not only was her body being ravaged, but her soul was being assaulted as well. It was in better shape then she could ever be right now, though.

Spectre was a bit surprised that Clarice remained conscious, however tenuously, after the most recent round of stimulation. Perhaps it had underestimated her strength a bit . . . all the better to continue to torment her.

“Excellent. You have done well.” Spectre’s essence shook and rumbled in conunter-cadence with its Voice. It filled and surrounded Clarice with endless waves of the dread pleasure that had driven her to climax again and again.

“You are a very compliant young witch,” the Thing continued, though, since it no longer attempted to burn its words into her memory, it didn’t know if she would really ‘hear’ anything but the constant stimulation.

“It is too bad your power is tied to the Light; there are such wonders I could show you . . . “ the monstrous Entity was relentless, giving no quarter to poor girl. The full power of its Voice and the impossible sensations caused by its essence slammed into her mercilessly. The waves of stimulation stabbed deep into the center of her being, impaling her very existence with a phallus of sound and motion.

If only...you fully understood how wrong...you really are...

Its words seemed false to her, merely prodding at her deeper thoughts and emotions. Thoughts and emotions that had been buried for years...

Her hoarse voice gives out a gurgled groan as more waves of stimulation and loss impale her body to no end. She was fading, to her shock she could almost watch herself fade away from reality. Her eyes had already shut as she's continued to be made to suffer under such stimulation and sensations. A weak climax comes forth quickly and takes away the last of ehr strength. As if to give one final fight back her body tenses, only to slump in its grasp. Her head hung limply with the chaotic tendril in her mouth, and body. No movements were made, no sound was ehard. She had completely passed during the midst of an orgasm.

Still, her unconscious mind continued working and weaving its passed pains. Anguish and despair were understaments. If only she could truly realize what a dark path she was walking down. But mattered little as it too fades away and leaves her body completely open to the being (although it already was to begin with). It hung like a puppet with strings, waiting to be moved by a 'master' of some sorts. But the being had suceeded in making her last thoughts full of despair and anguish. It not only left the thoughts of pain and suffering, it left what felt like...coldness.

Spectre laughed, subjecting his unconscious captive’s body to another wave of powerful stimulation. It was not so much a calculated act as simply a failure of the Being to alter or restrain the power of its Voice.

It let Clarice slide to the floor, flopping out of its ‘cloak’ to land in a limp heap in the slowly drying puddle of her own juices. The island’s automatic systems were already repairing the mirror it had shattered earlier. As a final insult, the thing arranged the witch’s unconscious body so that she was slumped against the wall with her legs spread wide around the slick spot made by her spilt nectar. Her skirt naturally rode up around her hips, exposing her sopping panties. Several tendrils guided the young woman’s right hand between her legs.

Spectre pulled Clarice’s sodden undergarment aside and buried two of her fingers in her flooded cunt. Anyone that walked in and found her would likely assume that she was a wanton slut who was so horny she had masturbated herself to exhaustion, despite being in the public restroom. Of course those who were familiar with Shokushu’s darker inhabitants might suspect something closer to the truth. But either way, it was a humiliating possibility. And even if noone found her before she woke up, she would never know if anyone had seen her like that or not . . .

A final laugh and Spectre let its manifestation close. The 'cloak' folded in upon itself rapidly, shrinking away to nothing. Then it was gone, and only an unconscious woman with her hand between her legs remained.

It was possibly short or long hours later did Claire finally open her eyes. Where...was she? Oh that's right then bathroom. Realization struck her like a wall of bricks as she gasps at having something filled in her cunt. Looking down her eyes widen in disbelief. Pulling her fingers out immediatly sshe could only scour over the mess she had made. Heart raced at the possibility someone had seen her in this position. Cheeks redden in humiliation as she tries to stand. A few times her legs gave way, but finally she was able to grasp the concept of weight on both muscles.

Her breath was raspy, as memories of what happened came flooding back. She grits her teeth in shame, the fact that now part of her soul had been taken was the least threatening. If that monster appeared again while she was with Kanoe, she knew good and well her lover would think it was all her fault for putting her in danger. She sighs in defeat from the thoughts of seeing her cry.

Her subconscious brings forth words of even more importance. Deimos...was going to drag Kanoe to hell with him. Her eyes narrow at the thought as she begins her steady pace out the door. No one was going to take her away from her. The dark witch deserved no such treatment and thus became the fuel to her rising anger. She would kill the demon before allowing such a thing to happen. Her own humiliation and emberrassment compared little to her rapid heart beat in fear of watching her lover sink into the earth like that.

I'll save you...Kanoe...

~END