Saragus chuckled (a menancing sound to the uninitiated) as the human female tried to dodge his tentacle. She really had nowhere to go, but it was amusing watching her try to find someplace to run!

As Saragus waved one tentacle menancingly in front of the female, another tentacle 'snuck' behind her, gently goosing her.

Sure enough, when she slid back, one hand touched the water's edge. She let out a gasp as the tentacle touched her pubic hair, biting her lip. "Let me go home, please!" she said, trying to sound somewhat confident and forceful.

The distressed look on the female's face again produced a diabolical chuckle from Saragus. In response to her obvious plea, Saragus slid back and used one of the tentacles to make a curling motion at the human female.

"What? No!" Severity said, trying to keep out of reach. "Where are we?"

Saragus wasn't sure what the human female was trying to say, but it didn't matter. What mattered was to establish dominance. Saragus again curled the tip of his tentacle at the human female.

She tared at him. Really, if he was trying to beckon her- you could never be sure- she didn't really see the point. After all, she was trapped on an island that was smaller than her bathtub, fully naked, and she couldn't swim. She only backed away more, until her pale bottom was just touching the water's edge.

T'na chi P'kan, Saragus thought to himself. (The nearest English saying to this T'marian quote is "The Carrot and The Stick")

With lightning speed, a tentacle whipped out, snapping across the female human's bottom, leaving a thin red mark. Saragus waited a moment, waiting for the lesson to sink in, then curled his tentacle again.

"She winced, feeling the sudden sting. That hurt! She looked at him, pausing, then sighed, scooching slightly closer to him. Not much, but enough to let him know that he had won for now.

Another tentacle whipped out, wrapping around the female's waist, planting her squarely in front of him. Just as quickly, his tentacle unwrapped, leaving the female human a little bit unsteady on her feet. Once she regained her stance, Saragus touched each of her hands with a tentacle, then put two of his own tentacles in front of him. The tentacle tips formed into small cups, with the open end on top.

Severity was rather unsure about what she was supposed to do. Tentatively, she reached for the cup-like tentacles, a bit nrevous.

Saragus gently took her hands, small tendrils forming at the end of his tentacle, gerntly pressing the female's hands into cup forms, then pulling his tentacles back, seeing if the female would keep her hands in a cupping form.

She relaxed her fingers slightly, but her hands stayed in teh same general shape.

Saragus took the female's hands and placed them against her own breasts, palms inward. Saragus then pushed them in, rotating the hands a few turns, then released the hands, seeing if the female would continue massaging her own breasts.

Severity froze as soon as he pulled away from her, frowning. "I don't think so," she said, lowering her hands to her sides.

The female had barely gotten her hands down to the side when one of Saragus's furred tentacles came whipping round. With a "crack", another thin red strip appeared on the female's bottom.

Again, gently but insistently, Saragus took the female's hand, formed them into a cup, and pressed them palm down against her own breasts. He made her hands make circling motions, forcing them to massage herself. Saragus again lowered his tentacles, watching to see if the female would continue kneading her breasts without prompts from him.