Naoko screamed as the alien's stinging tendrils whipped across her back, but almost immediately the sound died on her lips. The thin, silky material of her nightgown offered virtually no protection and the tentacles ripped through it on contact as if it was no stronger than tissue paper. The venom was absorbed through her golden tanned skin on contact, and a sudden rush of nothing spread through her body, emanating from her spine out. She went limp before she even had the chance to react, and suddenly the gray tile floor was rushing towards her.

She felt her limp body jerk to a stop just before she crashed to the ground. Her dark, wavy hair fell around her face, pooling on the floor just inches away from her nose. She wanted to fight, or run, or just scream but her body wouldn't obey any of the commands her mind gave it. Yet she could feel the alien creature's tentacles holding her helpless form.

Though her body was as limp as a rag doll, fear and panic radiated from her and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

Whisperer coiled his tentacles around the frightened girl protectively . . . and just a bit possessively. This sweet Hawaiian treat was all his for the next few hours, and he planned to revisit all the horrible pleasures he’d forced on her before. And then some.

Naoko was completely helpless, her consciousness locked inside an unresponsive body by his venom. She would remain so until she was overcome by - or surrendered to - the stimulation he would inflict upon her, for only the flames of arousal could burn away that venom. But for the time being, she would languish in her paralysis.

Whisperer proceeded slowly, playing on the anguish he felt in Naoko’s mind. She remained utterly helpless in his grasp as he carefully lifted her away from the floor and turned her onto her back. He made sure to provide ample support for her head. Soon enough, control of her neck and jaw muscles would be restored to her; the first to return as her body heated to the effects of the upcoming assault. But for now, she was as weak as an infant.

Once he had her safely secured, the monster began to carefully peel the flimsy nightgown from the student’s lovely body. This deliberate caution was not an effort to preserve the garment, for the slashes his stingers had made in the back had surely already ruined it. No, he did this to heighten Naoko’s anticipation: since she now remembered their first encounter, she knew what was going to happen, what to expect. He gave her plenty of time to ruminate on that knowledge, to remember just how much terror and pleasure there had been before, how quickly and totally her body had betrayed her, how loud she had screamed - more times from ecstacy than from fright.

So, this delightful torment continued as Whisperer slowly pulled Naoko’s nightgown up her body, gradually revealing the luscious flesh beneath. The first to come into view was the smooth skin of her thighs; those same thighs he had spread so wide before to gain access to her most sacred treasure. A hint of that treasure came next, nestled between those lovely legs.

The monster’s tentacles shifted as necessary to allow the steady progress of the stripping. Where they contacted bare skin, they prickled slightly for a moment before her flesh became accustomed to the hair-like micro-barbs that assured his grip.

Slowly but surely, more and more of Naoko’s beautiful form was laid bare to her attacker. The taut, flat plain of her belly which surrounded the shallow dip of her navel soon gave way to her rib-cage and the lower slopes of her large, firm breasts. Not long after, those lovely peaks were fully exposed as Whisperer pulled the nightgown up over her head.

But before the garment cleared the young woman’s eyes, the monster stopped. He laid her gently down on the bed below him with her arms stretched out above her head and the shear yellow fabric draped over her eyes and forehead.

Throughout this slow, deliberate act, Whisperer let his fierce hunger for the girl flow into her mind. The hunger not only for her life-force, but also the desire to pleasure her. He wanted to make her scream and writhe; the fact that it would be against her will only intensified the feeling. One might wonder where the respect he had discovered earlier had gone. But to him, this was respect. He owed it to her to make the most of her capture. He would let none of the delectable fear and lust go to waste.

The young woman hung like a rag doll in the creature's embrace, unwillingly complacent as he repositioned her limp form. Her mind sent a message to her eyelids, instructing them to close tightly, but even this small comfort was beyond her current ability. Her large, dark eyes stared upwards, their utterly relaxed expression conveying none of the girl's terror. With nowhere else to look, it was hard to miss the subtle distortion the alien hovering above her caused. There was no question in her mind that this was the same beast who'd first claimed her.

She could feel his tentacles brush her skin just slightly as they took hold of her nightgown and began to peel it away with agonizing slowness. He was almost teasing her and she knew it, but still it had the desired results. Weather from the trauma of the events or some side effect of the memory tampering Naoko could recall every sensory detail of her many attacks, and now the memories of their first encounter came back to her, not in the overwhelming rush from just a few moments before but in slow, sensuous detail.

She remembered the feeling of the cool night air on her bare, sweat-dampened skin as her silky garment was stripped away, exposing her to the gentle flow of air coming from the vent on the floor beneath her. The big, strong tentacles supporting her limp body the same ones that had held her that night. As the alien creature projected his own fierce need into the girl's helpless mind she inwardly squirmed. She could sense, somehow, what he had planned for her just from the raw emotions, and the thought terrified her. Still she couldn't stop the continuous pulse of memory spilling forth from her reeling mind.

Inch by inch her soft, tanned flesh was exposed again, and when her captor laid her helpless form down onto her own bed, the softest of whimpers escaped her slender throat. Throughout even the most terrified of her memories the deep, dark undercurrent of lust was there. Helpless to fight it, her reminiscing had unconsciously clued her body into what was to come, and the dark pink nipples crowing her perfect breasts were starting to become stiff with anticipation.

How lovely it was to feel all that terror and lust replay in the young woman’s mind. It was good that her memories of their first encounter were so strong and clear, and his slow tease worked admirably to bring them to the forefront of her mind. As he had hoped, they seemed to suffuse her being, subtly priming her body to respond to the coming assault.

Whisperer was pleased to see Naoko’s nipples begin to perk up. He was glad that both she and her body remembered him enough to predict where he would first strike. In turn, he remembered how delightfully sensitive the student’s breasts had been. She had been the first one he’d ever managed to force to orgasm with breast-play alone, and he desperately hoped he could do it again.

As he had on that night so long ago, the monster focused his attention on his captives lovely globes. However, it wasn’t his maws, nor his tongues that he used to begin the round of unwanted stimulation. Instead, he lowered his stingers to drape over her twin peaks. His natural transparency, coupled with the nightgown that still covered her eyes, should make it impossible for her to determine exactly what he was using to touch her, and the contact certainly wouldn’t feel anything like the sharp pain she had experienced from them just recently.

Sans shock and venom, the thin tendrils were light and feathery, producing something akin to a tickle as he drug them slowly around and over the young woman’s breasts. The alien was careful to avoid directly stimulating her nipples, though. He planned to tease her with near-misses hoping to cause those buds to become fully, even painfully, erect, practically begging for attention, without ever having touched them. Then he would probably tease her some more, until the desire was strong enough to nearly drive her mad. But, of course, whether he could provoke such responses were still yet to be seen . . .

Naoko gasped, a second, slightly louder moan slipping past her parted lips as the creature's tendrils began to drag across her sensitive flesh. A shiver ran through her prone form as her breasts were expertly stimulated, sending subtle waves of pleasure radiating outward. Aside from the steady rise and fall of her chest her body was perfectly still and relaxed, betraying none of the slowly building pleasure within.

Other signs betrayed her though. Her moans gradually grew in strength and volume and her head tossed slightly from side to side. As if her body were obeying the alien's unspoken command the girl's dark pink nipples stiffened until they stood fully erect. Still the feather-like touch never quite reached the sensitive nubs. She groaned, partially out of frustration and partially out of shame. The longer he teased her, the more desperate she got. Time after time the tendrils came torturously close but always they would veer away at the last second.

Naoko was so caught up in her internal struggle that she didn't even notice that she was slowly regaining control of her body. Her dark eyes shut tightly beneath the makeshift blindfold and the muscles of her slender neck flexed beneath her tanned skin.

"Please...!" she whispered desperately, "Please stop!"

It was, perhaps, cruel of the monster to tease his prey so unmercifully, but his intention was not merely to make her suffer. His actions were meant to build her anticipation ever higher so that the first contact with her now-hardened nipples would be a truly monumental pleasure. So, despite her pleas for him to stop, Whisperer continued to tease the lovely girl. The near-miss patterns that his tendrils followed grew ever closer to her sensitive nipples.

Only when Whisperer felt the girl couldn’t take any more; only when her erect buds were throbbing and aching for the caress of his feathery tendrils; only when her mind seemed fit to shatter from the shameful desire to be further stimulated; only then did he relent. First one, then the other of his tendrils swirled around and around Naoko’s rock-hard nipples, surrounding them with the frayed-ribbon texture of the stingers. Then he pulled both away simultaneously, causing the tendrils to tighten around their targets, squeezing and twisting gently as they slowly circled around and around thoe sensitive nubs.

All throughout this process, the young woman’s growing arousal was mirrored by that of her captor. His cocks slowly stiffened, making ready for the action to come. The first beads of his tingly, pain-dulling pre-cum dripped from the emerging members, falling on the beautiful woman below. Whisperer extended one of the phallic tentacles, pushing the dripping head gently against Naoko’s lips. He had little fear of being bitten by this submissive girl, but even if she turned out to be more spirited than he remembered, it was unlikely she could do any real damage while her jaw muscles were still weakened from his venom - a situation that would only last for a short time longer.

Naoko's moans continued to escalate, desperation and discomfort mirroring their slowly building volume. She trembled under the tortuously light touches, her slender fingers clutched weakly at the crumpled bedding beneath her. Her whispered begging continued, though her words became increasingly jumbled and hard to decipher until.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to the helpless girl, the feathery tendrils descended on her rock-hard nipples. She screamed, her back arching as much as it could in her semi-paralyzed state. Her response was far more intense than one would expect, but then it wasn't often that a girl was driven to the state she was in before finally given release. All the fear and anguish was pushed to the back of her mind for those first few blissful moments. The pleasure infused her entire body, setting every nerve on fire. Wetness already glittered on the treasure between her thighs.

The blunt tip of the alien's questing phallic tentacle found the young beauty's lips already parted. The gently insistent pressure he exerted was all it took to get Naoko's innate submissiveness to kick in. Her soft, full lips parted to allow the creature's cock it's first penetration of the evening and as thick drops of his pre-cum landed on her tongue the odd tingling sensation triggered another wave of recognition for his captive.

Naoko’s scream was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her intense reaction was not entirely unexpected, but was still very satisfying. It felt very good to have driven the girl so high with just his stingers. There was only one thing he could think of that would be better . . . and he planned try and make that happen shortly.

Now that he had made the lovely student’s delightfully sensitive breasts even more tender with his ruthless teasing, Whisperer sent two of his maws to engulf them. He quickly sucked the large, swollen orbs into his trunks where his many tongues begain to work their sensitive flesh. Targeting specific nerves on the slopes of Naoko’s golden breasts, the alien worked to build upon the fire that his feathery tentacles had ignited. Every motion flowed from the last to create a wave of stimulation unlike any the young woman’s glorious mounds had been subjected to before. Before he was through, Whisperer hoped to make the whole of each breast as sensitive as the diamond-hard points that crowned them.

That first scream had been lovely and rewarding, but if Whisperer had his way, it would be far from the last Naoko would grace him with this night. Of course, now that her mouth was occupied with the first of his cocks, those future cries would be a bit muffled, though the vibrations they would send through his member would make up for that nicely.

In the meantime, Whisperer slowly rubbed his dripping phallus against Naoko’s tongue. A thick layer of his bittersweet, tingly pre-cum was deposited on that sensitive muscle. The alien vividly remembered how the young woman had shown an innate talent for fellatio during their first encounter. He looked forward to seeing if her experiences since then had honed that instinct or not.

A soft whimper involuntarily left the helpless student's throat as Whisperer's feathery tendrils ceased to tug and twist at her nipples. The pitiful sound changed to a deep, muffled moan as the creature's trunk maws descended on the girl's heaving breasts. As the army of tongues began their carefully choreographed dance across her achingly sensitive globes Naoko arched her back, thrusting them fully into the busily working mouthes.

The nubile student's hands clenched at the thick blue covers beneath her, her thoughts reeling. Her logical, rational mind was terrified and furious all at once; terrified of the hours of sexual torment she knew were inevitable, furious at herself for succumbing so quickly. Above all her conflicting emotions, however, she was completely overwhelmed by the lust and raw need Whisperer had imbued her with.

She couldn't help herself. As the monster's first cock moved within her mouth, stroking the girl's soft, wet tongue she began sucking on the throbbing shaft. As an undulating song of moans and groans issued from her throat her tongue curled around the creature's phallus, tracing some unseen map of nerve endings. Her innate skills were still present, now honed to perfection by the hours of unwilling practice she'd been forced through by the island's other residents.

The erotic torture flooded her body with pleasure. She writhed on her bed, rumpling the covers, rubbing her thighs together in an effort to relieve some of the lust that was building within her. Her smooth, succulent pussy lips glistened with wetness and her body trembled from the orgasm she felt approaching.