Whether it was merely a natural reaction or her tattered mind leeching thoughts from the air, Sayuri complied with the creature's wish. Her body writhed and twisted against his grasp as a harsh, shuddering moan slid from her lips at the sudden invasion. Her eyes clenched shut as the unbidden pleasure slammed through her body, and once again her mind drank deeply on the feel of what was being done without distracting sight.

Without visions of the unwholesome creature, the feel of it working along her flesh once more ruled her mind. She strained her head upward to offer more delicate skin to the writhing tongues working along her throat, desperate for the further attentions there. The damaged parts of her mind were already rewriting the memory now that she couldn't see the male things. Her thoughts of Whisperer were attributing him a gender he hadn't shown for the sake of her own tastes. With a sharp gasp, she pressed her chest tighter into the maws working over the swollen, firmed mounds and curled her fingers tightly into the cloak beneath her like a familiar, stable bedsheet.

Whether it was merely a natural reaction or her tattered mind leeching thoughts from the air, Sayuri complied with the creature's wish. Her body writhed and twisted against his grasp as a harsh, shuddering moan slid from her lips at the sudden invasion. Her eyes clenched shut as the unbidden pleasure slammed through her body, and once again her mind drank deeply on the feel of what was being done without distracting sight.

Without visions of the unwholesome creature, the feel of it working along her flesh once more ruled her mind. She strained her head upward to offer more delicate skin to the writhing tongues working along her throat, desperate for the further attentions there. The damaged parts of her mind were already rewriting the memory now that she couldn't see the male things. Her thoughts of Whisperer were attributing him a gender he hadn't shown for the sake of her own tastes. With a sharp gasp, she pressed her chest tighter into the maws working over the swollen, firmed mounds and curled her fingers tightly into the cloak beneath her like a familiar, stable bedsheet.

Whisperer was a little surprised. He’d never had a victim recast him as female in her mind before. However, far from being insulted, the creature took it as a compliment. If Sayuri’s mind, even as damaged as it was, could successfully attribute his actions to a more feminine individual, then the stimulation he was causing must be very pleasurable for her. That was a thought that held an intense thrill all its own.

The monster’s tongues were more than willing to provide as much attention to his prey’s tender throat as she desired. Two of the lang, dextrous muscles danced lightly on either side ot the young woman’s neck while the maw from which they projected settled against the front. There was a strange slurping sound as the circular mouth sucked lightly on Sayuri’s flesh around its still-extended tongues.

Not far away, two more trunks also sucked on sensitive skin. But the twin mouths that worked her breasts produced much greater suction. Each of her swollen peaks was completely engulfed by one of the maws and constantly fondled by the tongue-flaps within them.

All this was punctuated by another powerful thrust between Sayuri’s legs. Whisperer, having pulled his member back til only the tip remained within the woman’s hot, wet sex, proceeded to slam it into her again, burying it even deeper than before. He repeated the action, forcefully impaling his victim again and again until his hard, throbbing shaft had filled her completely.

Each hard thrust drew a sharp cry from Sayuri's lips. The rough cloak slid against her skin, rubbing at it, as her back arched and her hips rocked up to meet the shaft pounding into her. Her hot, slick depths clenched slightly at it each time it began withdrawing in an unconscious desire to have it back inside. It took only a few strokes before the thing was pressing tightly against the back of her depths with each forward motion. Some small bit of reason said that this should have been less pleasant, but the connection to the soothing fluid didn't click into place for her.

The suction on her tender skin was an exquisite bliss to her. She'd learned so quickly to hide this place from the things that wanted only to abuse her body. This one wasn't like that. She wasn't interested in feeding from Sayuri at all. At least, that's what the diseased mind crafted for reasoning. Whatever the intent of the glowing thing, its motions were flooding her mind with pleasure.

Her breasts, tender and swollen from the tonguing they had received, shuddered in the tight pulling of the maws. Thoughts of teeth briefly glanced again over Sayuri's mind, and the thinnest glimmer of fear ran like ice down her spine. It washed itself away, though, as the moment passed and she realized that her captor had no will to harm her.

That thought brought the briefest, barest twitch of a frown to her lips. This pleasure was excellent in its way, but it lacked the smoothing pain she'd needed so direly earlier. Her teeth carefully found her lower lip and bit slowly at it, as her right arm reached across to press broken nails at her left. The thing would surely allow her this little bit of control over her sensations if the old, unspoken commands were any indication.

So long as the pain Sayuri subjected herself to did not hamper the waves of pleasure Whisperer was working to build, he was happy to let her do as she pleased. In fact, if it seemed she truly desired to be hurt, Whisperer would be happy to do that too. Just so long as it led inexorably to his goal. He needed the girl to climax at least once more (if not several more times) before he could truly begin to feed.

Even as he pondered, the alien continued his assault. Now that he had forced his way into depths of her pussy, he began to fuck her with long, smooth strokes. Each repetition was slightly faster than the last, like the piston of an old-time locomotive slowly building up steam.

As a bit of an experiment, Whisperer sucked even harder on Sayuri’s breasts, causing them to swell even more in his maws. His carefully calculated action should bring a bit of pain into the mix along with the intense stimulation. He monitored the reactions of both mind and body closely, trying to determine if continuing seemed likely to grant favorable results.

The maw attending the student’s throat remained gentle, however. Even if pain would help stimulate her, he was loathe to cause it in a place she deemed so sacred. His tongues massaged the sides of her neck while his maw gently suckled various places of the sensitive skin.

Whisperer pulled his first cock, the one stationed over Sayuri’s mouth, away for the time being. The constant drip of his pre-cum would make it nearly impossible for her to feel any pain from her own actions unless she bit hard enough to cause actual damage.

Her lip felt nothing, and her fingers stayed the clawing she had been preparing. It had hurt her, and she couldn't hurt herself. Whether this was punishment or taunting, Sayuri could not discern nor disobey. She'd been right about those maws. One wrong move and the one at her throat would rip the breath from her. A thin scatter of tears ran over he cheeks. The thing had to be taunting her. She'd never really commanded it. She'd never had any real control.

As much as the depression tried to worm its way beyond her surface thoughts, that pounding bliss held it back. She was upset, truly, but the counter-argument slid rapidly over it. If she'd never had control, there was no fault in this. With her eyes still clenched, Sayuri's mind raced in strange loops between remorse, freedom, and raw animal lust. This left her body free and responding wholly to the attentions searing over her flesh. She felt aflame with pleasure each time her mind glanced on the physical sensations, and this creature was certainly kinder than the others. She could accept being claimed by it, at least for this short while, if it meant a respite from the usual cruelty visited upon her. At the first painful tug on her small breasts, she'd frozen still, but in the brief moment between then and now she'd begun writhing and bucking again to meet the hard shaft pistoning into her.

She couldn't slow the build of her second climax with pain, and so it welled rapidly within her. Sayuri felt as if she were floating away from the crude sort of hammock bearing her aloft as the attentions elsewhere overwhelmed such subtle things. Her mind swam now in a sea of endorphins, and coherent thought was pulled beyond her reach with each wave. The feral side of her remained contained, however, instead leaving her as she was in any other lover's bed.

So the intended pain had been an attempt to deny him, but Whisperer’s ‘experiment’ put a stop to it. It wasn’t the reaction he had been watching for, but was favorable nonetheless. As soon as Sayuri abandoned the plan to use pain to control her building orgasm, Whisperer let her breasts relax a bit. The pre-cum that was already in her system should soothe the pain away quickly once the intense suction ended.

The effects of his little trial were useful in other was, as well. Now that his captive feared that he would harm her if she was ‘bad,’ he could press an issue that had been bubbling in his mind for some time. He moved his dripping cock back into place and proceeded to press it against her lips. It was a gentle insistence that she take him in her mouth. Still, he did not force it; she could still bite, after all. Regardless, his tingly, bittersweet fluid began to trickle into her mouth again, ensuring that pain would remain beyond Sayuri’s reach.

His other cock gained more and more speed as time went on. Each thrust filled her completely before leaving her wanting for a split second only to fill her again. The thick, hard member slowly grew in diameter as her body adapted to it. Soon it would be larger than she could normally take without pain, but the constant application of his pre-cum was meant to prepare her for that. In addition to preventing pain, it lent greater resilience to her body, ensuring she would survive the encounter ‘undamaged.’ Indeed, once he was finished with her, it was quite possible she would be less damaged than when he had found her, given the regenerative power of his yet-to-be-unleashed semen.

What could she do but obey the creature's command? Sayuri's lips parted reluctantly as the shaft pressed against them. The old delusion regarding the thing's gender shattered at the feel of this tendril in her mouth. Thoughts of male briefly suppressed her release, but the pleasure overwhelmed it within a moment to return the building climax to her. She gasped and sucked hard at the hot length against her tongue as shuddering moans caused the warm, wet muscle to vibrate against him. She wished, just briefly, that he wasn't too strong to bite through. It wouldn't have brought her anything but another, likely stronger, paralyzing slap, though, so it remained a lingering fancy.

Her whole body tensed as the uncontrolled attentions shoved her over the edge. She cried out harshly around the cock in her mouth and dug fingers hard into the cloak she'd made her home for long years. Juices almost searingly hot poured from her clenching walls and around the shaft pounding mercilessly into her. As she arched, her breasts, awash in their own warmth, pressed hard up into the sucking, swirling maws. Above those in her mind, her throat tingled and swam with the wet attentions coaxing over it, and her mind felt drowned in pleasure and the horrible joy it brought. Lust won out easily over all revulsion and terror as the strong waves of orgasm died out across her body. The tiniest flicker of fear brought her lips back around the upper shaft and commanded her to suck again deeply on him, despite her obvious lack of experience in the task.

It was almost a shame to disrupt Sayuri’s delusion regarding his gender, especially since it delayed her climax briefly. In truth, it wasn’t actually necessary for her to take the shaft in her mouth, since she had been so good at drinking the trickle of pre-cum he’d offered, but the desire to feel her lips and tongue on one of his shafts had won out in the end. So much so, in fact, that he hardly even flinched at her desire to bite; it would almost be worth it.

Luckily, fear stayed her teeth and the setback in her growing bliss was minor. Soon enough, that beautiful cry erupted around his shaft even as her hot nectar gushed around the other one. Whisperer’s actions remained constant during the young woman’s orgasm, drawing the release out as long as possible.

Whisperer absorbed the psychic essence that flared from his victim while she boiled with uncontrolled lust. His inner storm grew apace. Tiny sparkles became full-fledged arcs of electricity racing around inside the transparent alien. The tang of ozone mixed with the musk of sex. The tingles caused by his fluids grew even more intense.

It was a glorious explosion of bliss that Sayuri’s body offered, full of rich psychic flavor. But it wasn’t quite enough to allow him to feed. But that was fine with him, he wasn’t particularly hungry yet anyway. Further, he desired to continue pleasuring this lovely young woman. He wanted to drown her in a sea of bliss and help her forget all the cruelty and horrors inflicted upon her by previous attackers, even for just a short time. A pipe dream, perhaps; but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

Despite the student’s lack of experience with fellatio, her ardent attentions were soon rewarded with a gush of a much thicker, richer fluid. Though he usually didn’t ejaculate so early in an encounter, Whisperer allowed himself to let a mouthful of his powerful semen escape into Sayuri’s mouth. Much more potent than the pre-cum she had been drinking, this fluid was hot, liquid energy - a stimulant concoction that promised to spread strength and vitality through her system should she swallow it.

The climax felt eternal as the teasing of tongues and the smooth strokes of the shaft drew it out. Her voice would have felt hoarse if her throat hadn't been so thickly coated in the soothing, electric liquid. Her nose couldn't pull enough oxygen in, and her lips parted regularly to suck a small, cool breeze around the creature's cock. The smell of her own sweat and juices lingered around the woman and mingled with the driftwood stink of the creature and the more common musk of his juices. The faint hint of ozone drew Sayuri's eyes open slightly to once more view this strange thing abusing her. The old warning smell of rotted wood burned as if struck by the bolts of energy searing through the thing.

Her already raw mind was easily enchanted by the lights glimmering before her. They seemed nearly hypnotic in their motions, and, having spent such energy from herself and already awash in a sea of lust, what miniscule doubts she had were very nearly drowned. Memory was beyond her again, and, though she'd never be able to cleanse it, all that remained was her present, strange bliss and a wordless hope that the future be so pleasant.

The tiniest spark of fear, still blinking beneath the waves, commanded her to drink what he gave her. Her body, so used to eating sparingly, metabolized the first bits of it quickly and set about rationing the rest. The power of the drink coursed quickly into her veins. Her eyes widened sharply as a sharp, shuddering moan rumbled through her lips and into Whisperer's shaft. Her hands dug hard into the cloak and shoved against the webbing to allow her lithe form to writhe suddenly into the tongues. Her hips, revitalized by the energy, pressed harder and faster onto the member still working at her, and she panted hard through her nose as she pulled sharply with her cheeks at the member between them, suddenly hungry for more.

Whisperer ached to give his prey more of his cum, but it was too soon. He had already given more than he should have and he was afraid of giving her an overdose. He wasn’t entirely sure what an overdose would do to her, but he wasn’t going to risk it. So, even as she started to suck harder, he reluctantly pulled away from the heavenly warmth of her mouth. There was a brief struggle between his slow withdrawal and her hungry suction that made his cock quiver with delight, but eventually Sayuri had to take a breath and his still-turgid member slipped free, trailing a thin line of saliva and semen.

The creature’s other actions slowed and stopped. He pulled his maws away from her tender breasts with a slurp, letting the swollen mounds relax finally. He withdrew his second cock from her dripping sex, then he lowered the makeshift bed to the rooftop and extricated his tentacles from beneath her cloak.

At this point one might be tempted to hope (or fear) that the alien was done with his victim. But nothing could be farther from the truth. Whisperer was merely ‘shifting gears’ as it were; and the respite was short. Throughout the process, one of the monster’s trunks remained in contact with Sayuri’s throat, it tongues stroking gently over the tender flesh.

That maw remained in place even as Whisperer picked his captive up off her cloak. The tongues nearly encircled her neck, almost like a collar. As the monster used his tentacles to flip his prey over, his trunk slid around to the back of her neck. Whisperer planned to set Sayuri back down on all fours on top of her cloak. He briefly wondered if she would accept this position most often associated with submission, but he hoped his continued hold on her throat would discourage resistance.

One last, hungry flick of tongue grazed Whisperer's member before the glistening strand strung out between it and Sayuri's lips. Eyes glazed in lust and lost in the shifting field of living stars that made up the creature's body, as if heralding the coming night, stared blankly back at the shaft hanging before the woman.

Her head lolled back as she was settled onto the smooth rooftop. A soft, needy whimper escaped her lips, and she wondered if the thing was truly done with her. As the other maws slid back, a bit of rebellion flared in her mind. If the thing released her throat, she'd be off in a flash away from him, cloak in tow. Worst case, she'd leap off the far edge and it would knock her unconscious in retrieving her. It just had to release her throat. More accurately, it had to stop teasing at her flesh and driving the fight from her mind. She didn't fight or resist in the least as she was turned over, though the hope of release became more insistant. It clearly wasn't releasing her, though, and being shown her weakness wasn't stifling the nearly-drowned flicker of rage.

What made it worse was staring at the rough fabric instead of the glimmering lights within Whisperer's body. They'd seemed so serene as she'd lain back in the hammock, but now they were beyond her sight. Her eyes, slowly sharpening as the pleasure ebbed from her veins, settled on the contents of the rough fabric. It must be taunting her. Why else would it make her look at all of the things she'd gathered solely to escape these situations?

She considered, thankfully briefly, snatching a crude weapon in each hand from their pockets throughout the cloak and trying to cut her way through her captor. That hold on her throat dissuaded her quickly, though, for she wouldn't get far with such a plan before her neck was broken and all of her plans were left unfinished. She could endure. She'd get back at him later.

Whisperer had completely forgotten about the many implements Sayuri had stored in the pockets of her cloak. He had not meant to tempt her with them. Nor had he meant to taunt her. He had merely wished to change the young woman’s position in preparation for the next round of his assault. He had set her on her cloak as a measure of comfort - not that she was likely to be able to feel pain at this point, especially with a dose of his semen in her system.

The tongues encircling Sayuri’s throat tensed when she considered going for her weapons. Whisperer’s stingers twitched, nearly lashing out in that brief moment. His venom would be useless against her now, but an electric shock of sufficient power could short-circuit her nervous system . . .

But the monster’s quarry soon realized violent action would be futile, and Whisperer withheld the sting. Though he was glad that a potential disaster had been averted, the alien silently cursed his lack of foresight. Much of the rapport he had been building with the disturbed girl had likely been ruined. He could only hope that the further pleasures he planned to bestow would recoup some of the loss.

When the moment passed, Whisperer relaxed his tongues again. He stroked the long dextrous muscles over the tender flesh they encircled, giving the young woman a little ‘reward’ for being ‘good’ (though he doubted she would take it that way).

The psychic alien could easily sense the flare of defiance in his captive’s mind, but there was little he could do about it. Even if he could explain his mistake to the girl, it would probably make no difference. The only thing he could do was continue with his plans and try to wash the rage and hate from her mind with a tide of bliss.

Two of Whisperer’s graspers remained looped under Sayuri’s torso; one just beneath her breasts and another around the waist. The two bristly appendages supported much of her weight so that she would need her own limbs only for stability.

As the monster continued to gently ‘pet’ his victim’s throat, he placed the dripping head of the cock that had recently been in her mouth against the spot just below where his maw rested on the back of her neck. Slowly, he drew the hot saliva-and-cum slicked rod down her spine, leaving a stripe of his tingly pre-cum behind.

Down and down the turgid member went, sliding smoothly along the center of Sayuri’s back, until it came to rest between the firm mounds of her buttocks. Whisperer paused there, rubbing his cock-head against her tightened sphincter experimentally. He carefully monitored the reactions of both mind and body; If it would help his cause, the alien would take her there, but if it would be detrimental, he would continue on to the other portal that dripped nearby.

Animal lust brought with it an animal mind, and Sayuri picked up intuitively on the gentle reward she was being given. A soft purr rumbled in her throat at the pleasing, kind attentions at her neck. She even gently arched her back up to meet the trailing, tingling shaft as it traced over her spine. Some strange, hidden memory hinted at the concept of being made a pet by creatures such as the one that now held her. The concept, in her haze of lust, seemed almost preferrable to the aching pains her years of resistance had bought her. Being held slightly aloft was only a miniscule twitch of uneasiness, as thoughts of escape were thin, watery things now that came rarely.

One flared strong, though, at the feel of the tip of the shaft at her tight pucker. Such attentions had always resulted in nothing but discomfort for her, and, more often than not, a rather large amount of horrible pain. Her limbs actually began to curl in preparation for pouncing away before fear of Whisperer's reprisal froze her muscles. She still couldn't stop him. The briefest glimmer of thought attempted to console her by saying that she'd receive more of the kind pettings. It was a hollow hope.

"Thank you," she whispered as the shaft continued lower after its momentary pause. Her hips rose to meet it welcomingly. After the previous bliss, she was already reluctantly accepting of the glimmering member's thrusts. The reminder of where else it could go had dissolved all of her apprehension in a flash, leaving nothing but acceptance and desire. Something old winked briefly in the sea of lust rolling across her mind, telling her she should be trying to fight this thing as it was no better than the others, but the pleasant lingering tingle along her spine was alone enough to silence it.

It was true. Whisperer had begun to treat Sayuri like a pet. Or, rather, more like a mostly wild animal that he was trying to befriend so he could treat her psychic ‘wounds.’ Still, the alien had not fully realized what he was doing until he sensed the partially formed thought in her mind. He was glad that thought didn’t trigger another bout of struggles, for it would be a shame to have to bind the young woman with his tentacles at this stage.

Such almost became necessary when his experimental rub at Sayuri’s anus nearly provoked a desperate bid for escape. Fortunately, the fear instilled by his earlier demonstrative sting stopped her attempted flight before it truly began. Of course, even without that energetic response, Whisperer had clearly sensed that anal penetration would be both ill received and detrimental to his cause. So, even as Sayuri started to try and console herself, her captor had already moved his member away from the offensive position.

That the young woman actually thanked him for not taking her ass caused Whisperer to pause in surprise. Even so, he soon found the student had positioned herself to receive him in her still-sopping sex. The alien rewarded her with more petting of her sensitive neck before accepting the unspoken ‘invitation.’

With a single, smooth thrust, the monster filled his prey’s pussy once again. His cock stabbed deep into the accepting young woman, the hot, hard head bumping up against her cervix. Almost immediately, Whisperer began to fuck his victim with quick yet smooth strokes, impaling her again and again.