Shuddering and trembling, Violett shook her head.

"It... It's not something you'd be able to understand... It's just... The thought of somethng entering your body when you don't want it there... How would that make you feel? And... And going into someones brain? Nothing from Earth can do that... it feels so unnatural... I... I need the inside of my head to be alone... Please... don't do this..."

Antipode's mind moved quickly, going through numerous simulations, arguments, and decisions throughout numerous levels of consciousness, nearly simultaneously. What came out of it was the origin of an idea. A plan, one with multiple steps for the future. And he might need the help of this Violett again in the future. But for now, to deflect her worst fears.

Then don't not want it there. It may not be a normal experience, but it can still be pleasant, if you wish for it. In the end, our minds will have been linked anyway, in a manner of speaking. Don't fear it. Can I do something to make it more tolerable?

Of course, he wanted to go farther, and the tendrils were quite clear about his intentions. They began moving, slipping inside of her outfit, delicately removing her skirt first, carefully, not caressing her too much, or touching her in any lewd places. Ones within her blouse removed it as well, slowly, carefully.

Perhaps... I'll be able to find out, someday in the future. Hopefully, when that day comes, you'll be kind to the one I create to sit in your position.

Violett's eyes sprung open wide as she stared at the creature in confusion, more relfexively than anything else, as she couldn't see very well without her glasses.

"Create? In my position?"

She trembles softly as her clothes were removed, struggling to break free before becoming suddenly, eerily calm.

"It doesn't matter how I feel, does it? I'm sure that once you get started, I'll think and feel however you want me to... I'm surprised you let me keep my free will as long as you have."

She let out a dry, bitter laugh, then smiled. "I suppose it's for the best... You'll probably live my life better than I did, and wherever you put whatever part of me you remove from my body... I'm sure it will be safe."

The girl sighed softly, then spreade her legs and threw her arms out to the side, closing her eyes.

"Goodbye, me.... I'll miss you."

Laughter. That's what Violett could hear in her mind. Laughter at her complete misunderstanding. But then again, his wording had been rather vague, hadn't it? For a moment after the feeling of laughter subsided, Antipode was silent. The tendrils continued floating around him, and in truth he was figuring which way to continue.

No, Violett. You misunderstand! By your position, I mean the position of a student on this island. I'm not removing you anywhere... I'll be creating something, or maybe you'd call it someone, from myself, to enter this school. What better way to feel your pain, or pleasure, than to literally see for myself?

Antipode still didn't start pleasuring her yet. He wanted to understand more from this girl. She had an interesting perspective, and was certainly cynical. Far beyond what he would have expected from her demeanor. But nonetheless, it made sense, he supposed. At least, he thought it made sense. He'd figure out sometime in the months to come, but for now, he was still so separate.

Anyway, Violett. I see how unwilling you girls tend to be, but... under what conditions, I wonder, do you assent to such things? I know you do... certainly with each other.

Violett smiled bitterly, shaking her head.

"The species homo sapiens has a long, often confusing courtship ritual. Except when it doesn't. Even most of us don't understand it ourselves, I don't think you'll ever be able to fake it. You're... nicer than most of the monsters... But some of us don't want to date outside our species. And ambusing someone generally doesn't up them at ease..."

VIolett blushed, bringing her legs back together, letting her hands fall to her sides again as she fidgeted nervously.

"I'm guessing you don't have a setting between 'amusingly awkward' and 'brain-shreddingly horrifying'?"

A feeling came to Violett then. His emotion, clearly entering her mind from the entity holding her. He wasn't trying to invade her mind, and it was a gentle feeling, not overpowering. A sort of almost apologetic sympathy. A mixed feeling, but a subtle one.

Not yet, apparently. And yes, I've found it difficult to figure out all of the particulars of human mating. I have some ideas, but I'm afraid it'll be awhile before I can put them fully into action.

The monster, so far, still let her fidgit and move freely. Well, mostly freely. He wouldn't let her escape, and intended to begin soon. She was so helpful, that he had to reward her somehow, at least. Even if she wasn't keen on it yet, she'd like it soon enough. He'd even not use any mental tricks any longer. He'd play nice, and even be gentle with the delicate seeming girl.

Sorry for ambushing you. Though I doubt you would have said yes if I'd just popped up in my current form, considering the rest of what you said. But I thank you anyway, you've been incredibly helpful. I think I'll... give you something nice for it. I suppose you could choose something, if you'd like.

Violett squirmed and trembled, squeezing her eyes tightly shut as the cool night air teased her naked body, then opened them wide in shock at the new sensations flooding her brain.

She could feel him, gently caressing her mind, petting her psyche gently, a soft, soothing feeling that mixed with her fear and turned her into a quivering mass of confusion, or indecision, of pure, concentrated weakness.

"Please... Stop touching my brain," she sobbed. " I... I can't handle you making me feel things just by saying so... I can't take the extra emotions...I can barely take my own... It's... It's so horrible... Nothing should be able to do this... I... I'm so scared... Please..."

She looked up at the thing pleadingly, tearsrunning down her cheeks, eyes shining like terrified saphires. "... Please... Just get out of my head.... I'm so scared..."

Antipode listened to her insistent pleas, and thought to himself for a few moments. Should he just continue on? He was just doing the routine communication he gave to all the girls, save for the images he'd flooded her brain with. Yet she was acting as if those normal communications of his own emotions and thoughts were an attempt by him to alter her own.

How interesting. Her emotional state was that very sensitive that it processed the transference of data as it's own, almost? Or perhaps there was enough empathy there to take those thoughts and feelings as if they were her own? It was quite intriguing, and he wanted very much to experiment further on this particular girl.

But, alas, he wasn't that mean. And he wanted her pleasure, not her current sobs and struggles. So, he pulled back, the emotions he gave her disappeared, to be replaced solely by his voice, when he felt like communicating to her at all.

As you wish. I'll stay content with absorbing your pleasure, something you'll fairly quickly like, even in spite of yourself, I suppose.

With that, he'd begin. Tendrils began to slip into her clothes, and started to bind her into the fetal position that she was currently in anyway. He would start slow... but he was definitely starting.

Violett shuddered, opening her eyes, sobbing softly.

"I... I'm sorry... I guess my brain is just sensitive..."

Gasping softly as the tentacles crawled under her clothes, she whimpered softly as her body went limp.

"Please... be gentle... And don't take too much pleasure... I... I still need some... And... What are you?"

Gentle, yes. And don't worry... I'm not taking anything permanent from you. I simply... share your pleasure. I feel it from you, though you'll feel the full amount, don't worry. The only danger is one of comparison. You might not be impressed by other pleasures after me.

A rare boast. But he felt rather confident that he could deliver at least something as good as the best of the monsters' ecstasy with his own tendrils. He was fairly skilled, after all. His tentacles began moving, then. Carefully, calmly.

Several of them began with her skirt, slowly undoing it and carrying it away, actually folding it neatly on her chair. It appeared he'd be fairly polite and gentle even to her clothes, when he took her. Next, tendrils pulled up her shirt, others moving out of the way to help. Soon that, too, was off of her body, and she was left in whatever underwear she had.

Stripped to her plain white bra and panties, Violett opened her eyes, trembling nervously.

"Please... Don't talk like that. Especially if you won't tell me who you are, what you are... It just makes it worse... Like if you were human, you'd still be raping me and expecting me to thank you... It's... arrogant... and it's creepy..."

Violett hung her head in shame, blushing.

"And I won't like it the way I love my friends."

That was a good point. But he was arrogant for a rather good reason, now wasn't he? He could destroy the planet fairly easily, except for the other powers here that might try to prevent it, and at least keep him from his goals. He doubted they could destroy him, or even his avatars, unless he allowed it... which he would not.

Alright. If it makes you feel any better, I'm an alien. An alien that lives in more dimensions than humans. We figured out long ago that sentient life exists in merely three dimensions, and figured out a way to create forms that would fit in there. Like... you know those 2D side scroller video games? To us, this is kind of like that, in comparison...

As he rambled on his complicated and rather candid description of what he was, his tentacles began actually acting. Several of them moved to her sides. Her arms were pulled above her head, while the delicate tips of the tendrils began tracing up and down, teasing her lightly with a gentle massage.

Other tendrils were moving to her stomach and back, and the outsides of her legs, and began the same. It had a feeling oddly reminiscent of a full body massage, or something like that. Perhaps a little more delicate... like the full body massage given by a lover intent on bringing out arousal, bringing out excitement instead of relaxation.

... but in that regard, technically I am not from what you would perceive of as part of the universe. You certainly couldn't venture there. But I can here, and I can tap into your thoughts and emotions as you've so dearly noticed. And your pleasure? Well... I can tell when you feel it, and, like beautiful music or a lovely smell, it's intoxicating. More like a drug to me than music, but you should understand the analogy. I'm not taking it in actively, but simply accepting what you give off naturally.

Would he ever shut up, or did he intend to talk her to sleep? It seemed he rather liked talking when he got the chance.

As you understand, I don't really care about your social moors. In any event, on this island, you girls will end up in far worse situations than the one I'm putting you through. I only care about pleasure, and though it's entirely for selfish reasons, I have no desire to harm any more than possible anyway. Is that any help, or do you desire more information about me?

Violett hung her head, whimpering softly.

"So all I am to you is some sick, pornographic video game? That's horrible! You know I'm alive, damn it! How can you... Ah!"

Gasping softly as the tendrils began to stoke and massage her sides, Violett trembled softly, purring at the sensations as her body began to relax.

"I... I'm still shocked and frightened... But.... I... I guess you're doing the best you can... Whatever your name is..."

She closed her eyes, not wanting this... thing that didn't even see her as real to see her cry... But he knew already, didn't he? She couldn't even be sure she was giving in because she couldn't fight it any more... He could have decided she'd give in... She wasn't even real any more, and the thought terrified her.

"... I don't want to know this any more. I want to be real again..."

He really didn't understand that stuff she was saying. Not real? A video game? She misunderstood, it seemed.

Um, I think you misunderstand me. I'm fully aware you're real, you're just on a different plane of existence than what I come from. And it's more like I feel your feelings... as if they're my own, or something similar. It's an emphatic link of great strength, not really a video game.

But then again, that was actually a better description than most anything else he could think of. She was fairly smart, and maybe he should compliment her for such a good connection. He thought that would only make things worse, though.

And I'm not controlling your feelings either, by the way. The things you're feeling right now are your own, if it matters.

He doubted it did. But nonetheless, the lovely massage continued, teasing her gently. After a few minutes, something different would happen. A tendril would slip inside of her bra, and another would work with it, unhooking the garment and slipping it off of her easily, exposing her breasts to the cool air.

Violett shrieked as her breasts were expeosed to the cool night air, shuddering and whimpering, staring at the thing with fear that slowly solidified into anger.

Her mind raced furiously, searching for an opening...

He felt pleasure from the pleasure of others...

Not emotional sensations, or he'd be scared... But he felt what her body felt...

Oh, she'd give this bastard something to feel...

Opening her mouth wide, she pushed her tongue forward a bit...

And bit down on it hard. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to squeal in pain. If she'd had the courage, she'd have bitten clean through, given her life in an attempt to make this horrible thing feel her death, but the months on this island, her mouth had been home to sexual organs of every shape and size, and she'd developed a relex that prevent her from biting down too hard on any part of anyone's body after the first few beatings. That, and the pain, meant her bite didn't even draw blood...

But the pain... It was almost unbearable... She was only able to bear it because she had to. It was her only chance to defend herself. She might even be able to break free.

Her body tensed in anticipation, ready to thrash and wriggle with all her might at the first sign of a reaction.