Violett gasped softly as warm, tingky feeling started wakening in her. Her nipples began to stiffen as a tiny spot of moisture appeared on the crotch of her panties.

Gasping and moaning softly, Violett thrashed and wiggled, whimering and gasping as though invisible hands were caressing her agianst her will.

"You... You lied to me..."

His voice came to her mind, a little sad, but mostly not caring as much as he should be. Still, he felt a little pang of remorse, for breaking his promise.

Perhaps it would be better to say that this was the will of the gods... or at least, the one intent on your fate. He didn't know how right he was, of course, but he was saying it with a hunch that there were other powers involved. You didn't get as smart as you did without noticing the universe wasn't exactly what it seemed, after all.

She'd feel the change continue inside her mind. Endorphins would be released, and soon he had figured out how to cause her to feel actual pleasure. Not the same as if something was touching her, but instead... having the sensitive nerves dealing with pleasure simply fire, without any sensation of touch whatsoever. What she felt then was pure pleasure, with nothing in it's way. Perhaps it'd be better with the touch involved.. but he'd give it to her in time. For now, though, he simply wanted to break her will, and get her in the mood.

Violett closed her eyes, panting and whimpering as her chest heaved and her body shuddered in arousal.

"Aaah! Stop--- stop t-alking like that... OOoh, you... Oh my God.... you're not a god... You'll never be a god... Stop...stop talking like that..."

Closing her eyes as her back arched and the warm, sweet wetness inside her began to soak through her panties, Violett bit her lip gently to stifle a moan of arousal. Her whole body tingled with sensations, even though nothing was touching her.

Slowly, gradually, at minimal increments and what felt rather like painfully long intervals, the pleasure her body would feel would increase. While at first it was focused on her clit, a string of pleasure at her most sensitive spot, the feelings were slowly spreading.

It would feel like nerve endings in spot after spot would fire alive, with a pleasant, arousing feeling. Her breasts were the next focus. Then other, more random erogenous zones. Some of them? She may have never known could feel that way, even with all the constant raping by monsters intent on making her cum. After all, Antipode was delving into her mind, finding the right switches to turn, to activate pleasurable sensations without even the smallest amount of touch. It'd not be a surprise, if he found places that no one, least of all Violett herself, had ever found herself enjoying.

As he did this, bit by bit, minute after minute, he responded to her words, even as the feelings within her ramped slowly higher and higher, like a roller coaster moving painfully slowly to the top. Like the roller coaster, she was in that slow build up, that almost painful anticipation, before the exciting thrill to come.

Only, no roller coaster was ever quite this slow in the build up. Or quite so... pleasurable.

A god, me? You misunderstand, even if I could pull off any of the tricks the Old Testament Yahweh did. I'm speaking of other beings, outside of either of us. I'd not be surprised if your current... predicament... was the will of your creator herself.

Gasping and shuddering, Vilett moaned and whimoered, her body trembling in a mix of fear and excitement. Panting hotly, she closed her eyes, trying hard to think of anything that would keep his slimy tentacles out of her brain, desperately trying to shove the intruding tendrils of feeling out of the most private and sensitive places in of her brain.

"Oooh... You...You're not making sense... Put me down, you non-Euclidian pervert!"

He laughed then, in a good natured way, at her insults. She'd see he found them amusing. Non-euclidean pervert? He enjoyed her, and that was clear.

I'm not making things up. It's a high probability that we are both being controlled by greater, co-equal entities of enormous power. If you have ever seen the television Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu... you might understand the sort of being I speak of. Writer gods, let me call them. But this is just conjecture... and you're in no mood for this, are you?

Of course she wasn't. The teasing was driving her mad, was it not?

If he was a human... he might like her very much. In fact, he was almost certain that the being he was creating, Saburo, would like this girl very much.

I... cannot be your friend, as much as I'm sure I'd enjoy it. But perhaps my... daughter? I suppose that is the word, I suppose my daughter will like you in the same way I do. I hope you will not blame her for my actions.

He was speaking nonsense, wasn't he? A daughter? What could he mean? Well... it was very clear. He was going to enroll his avatar here. And then, he'd learn everything there was to know about this other side of the equation. But for now, he had something else to do.

The mental probing continued, teasing her, a kind of unbearable, inescapable foreplay, that seemed only to, bit by bit, draw her pleasure higher and higher. But it was just that, foreplay, even for his mental assault.

And so... in time, that foreplay would intensify. Very soon, now, he would take her very mind, not just tease her lightly. He'd make her cum, he'd make her scream. Only then, with her mind freshly violated, would he assault her body.

"Writer gods? WRITER GODS?!?!?!" Violett sputtered, confused and irritated. "This isn't some crappy webcomic, damn it! This is my LIFE!"

Gasping softy, she closed her eyes, shuddering and moaning.

"Oh... Nnnow I get it..." she gasped. "You're just trying me out before you gift-wrap me, huh? This isn't Christmas Morning, damn it.... And I' not... a fucking puppy!"

Gasping hotly, Violett closer her eyes, biting her lip to keep from crying out.

The monster was amused again by the way she responded. Her rage was quite interesting. She dismissed what he said outright, and went out on some tangent that, while unrelated to what he was meaning to portray, really did, in fact, cut to the quick, so to speak. She wasn't a puppy to him, or anything like that. But perhaps, the way he was thinking, "she would be lovely to have meet my daughter" could in fact be quite similar to the way a father might feel a puppy would be perfect for his child.

Nonetheless, he wasn't going to tell her that. For now, he would speak once again, deep into her mind.

I never said it was a webcomic. It's probably something much less professional. He was so... matter of fact. Still, he would try to assuage her rage. Either way, it's merely conjecture, based upon the various pieces of evidence. Or that it's the will of the gods. Or whatever. I could easily be wrong. Yes. I could be wrong. So take that. But anyway, I have no intention of gift-wrapping you. If anything, I'm gift-wrapping her. I'll tell you what. You'll know it's her as soon as you meet her.

He still had no idea she figured it was just some other monstrous alien. Like... a pink Antipode with long eyelashes. Still, it was an amusing image. But not true. Pink hair, though. That would work. Indeed.

Anyway, it was time to really start things up, he felt.

Her mind would feel not just an increase of the kind of teasing, the horrific mental foreplay which was making it so difficult for her to even talk.

Now... the foreplay stopped. And the energy would build inside of her. Images again. Images of herself in all sorts of situations. Memories, dredged up and relived, all the lascivious things she'd ever felt, or at least a sampling thereof. Even more than the physical stimulation was the sheer memories. The pleasure given by other monsters (though not the painful parts, or the humiliation they caused her. He was careful!) and students alike. Furthermore, random thoughts and memories, books she'd read, feelings she'd felt. It was like he was penetrating not her body... but the very core of her mind.

He delved deep, and would fish out any secrets she held. And the ones that would bring her further pleasure? He would push those to the surface, to only enhance the experience yet further. Even if he stopped stimulating her body entirely, she might very well feel overwhelming pleasure from her own re actualized memories alone. And the fantasies? Those were there, too. As real as if she were really feeling them as she imagined they'd feel like, and not just, say, toying herself while imagining it.

Her mind was being raped. It was that simple. That much was simple and clear.

Gasping and panting, Violett squealed in a mixture of fear and bliss as the wave of emotions hit her. The mere fabric of her shirt was driving her stiff, sensitive little nipples crazy, and her pussy had soaked through her panties and was beginning to drip onto the bed.

Her back arched and her limbs stiffened as she began her descent into the erotic madness this creature was inflicting on her. Sights, sounds, smells, music, tastes, real and imagined, every perverted thought she'd ever had, some she could not shake and others she wasn't even sure were related to anything that was ever in her brain, all blurring together, all real enough to touch her. She heard songs sung in her mind as her brain was penetrated.

*~ The Phantom of the Opera is there... inside your mind! ~*

Whimpering softly, Violett closed her eyes... But that only made the visions deeper, more vivid and real, and she found she could not open them again.

Staring, wide-eyed in her mind though her real eyes were closed, Violett watched as a pink-haired silhoutte appreached.

It was only when she tried to look away that she discovered that her body would not respond to her conscious mind.

Gasping softly, she shuddered as the pink-haired enigma leaned in and kissed her nipples softly.

("What... are you?" gasped Violett's body.)

*~ Who can it be now? ~*

Staring up, Violett noticed the mistletoe.

She wasn't the only one, though. Jamie Eckheart was staring at her, blushing and stammering.

Leaning in, Violett gently pressed her lips to Jamie's.

("... Why are you doing this?" pleaded Violett's body, already knowing how the memory would end... With Jamie pullingaway and staring like Violett had grown a second face.)

Wrapping her arms around Violett, Jamie pressed in closer, kissing Violett back tenderly while the cashier, presumably the one who decided that was a good place for mistletoe in the first place, took pictures until the two broke the kiss and glared at him for just a second before their lips pressed together again.

("No..." Violet protested to the world outside her head. "This can't be happening!")

Tilting her head, Violett cooed softly, wrapping her arms around Jamie as they kissed...

Gasping softly, Violett licked Jamie's lips... Causing Jamie to pull away, giggling playfully.

"Uh-uh-uh," she chided, slipping away. "That's a little bit too far, too fast, mmm?"

Viiolett nodded, blushing shyly, and stared down, looking up only when Jamie ran a hand through her hair.

"Aaawww, don't be sad, Vi," she said, smiling softly as she walkedpast, turning to wink as she left. Violett could only stare, mouth agape in surprise.

"Tell me the security cameras go that," said the guy behind the counter as Violett's brain spun.

("My... head hurts", she whimpered into the real world).

*~ I kissed a girl and I liked it... the taste of her cherry chapstick... ~*

Floating weigghtless inside a sunset-colored haz, Violett started aroud, blinking in confusion.

Hearing a soft gigle behind her, Violett whirled around to see a pink-haired blur rush past. She reached out a hand for the mystery girl, but she went by too fast, and Violett went into free-fall.

("No! NO!")
*~ Don't stop me now! ~*

"Relax, Violett," he said soothingly. "It's just a hand job."

Violett looked up, staring into Joshua's eyes.

She was kneeling in front of him, and they were both naked.

("I... Imposssible..." she muttered to the world.)

Violett blushed deeply, closing her eyes, then gasping softly ad Joshua took her wrist, raising her hand gently to his warm, thick member.

"Don't worry, sweetling. I'll walk you through it."

Violett blushed deeply, gently stroking his cock as his hand on her wrist guided her motions. He was her rock, her tether, her training wheels.

By the time hiswarm, stickly love coated her face and chest, she realized she hadn't even noticed when he let go.

("Guh.. get... out..." she protested.)


Staring at her ankle, she couldn't help but notice she had a four-leaf clover tattoed there... Instead of running away with the green freckle she'd gotten in the real world.

Oh, what might have been...

*~ Inna Gadda Da Vida, baby.... ~*

Violett yelped in surprise, staring at the facelss pink-haired girl as she was yanked out of the air by pink tendrils.

"Do you want to become one with me?" inquired the girl pleasantly, as roving, question tendrils caressed her body.

Violett could only squeal in surprise and confusion as one of them made its way inside her...

...Piercing her dream-self's viginity.

*~ Relax, said the night man, we are programmed to recieve. ~*

Violett's body thrashed and squirmed, gasping and shuddering in what looked like a cross between an orgasm and a seizure. Her warm, wet cunt spasmed as her body thrashed, her warm, wet arousal seeping through her panties like they weren't even there, soaking into the bed.

She shrieked softly as her eyes shot open, feeling something warm and wet on her upper lip... When she touched it with her tongue, she discovered it was blood.

Her brain had been deflowered.