The woman whimpers and continues to writhe in her bonds. The initial shock of being stuffed full of tentacle slowly fades as the strange sweet taste and pleasing sensation causes her cheeks to flush ever so slightly. She was not going to give the monster the satisfaction of giving in. The witch tries to keep her tongue from lathering over the sweet tasting appendage but the gentle shocks causes the muscle to twitch, giving slight tastes that made her mouth water. Her head shakes side to side slowly, unable to call any strength to spit the thing out.

It was a horrible feeling. Even if thrashing about did nothing in most cases, it was still a sign of fighting back. But in these bonds, her body would only pull and writhe weakly against her bonds. It was like her body was already giving up, accepting it's fate. That tore at her. She wanted to scream, fight back, something. The tingling sensation grew as the drilling tendril pounds away at her clenching folds. It felt like it was on fire, the dozens of tingling strokes became millions causing her insides to shudder and spasm tightly around the writing appendage. Muffled groans vibrate through the tendil as juices began to drip from her tightly spread slit.

The more Kanoe struggled, the more intense the sensations she fought against became. Every attempt to break free, every moment of concentration on resistance produced electrical signals that made her attacker stronger. The taste of him became harder and harder to avoid as saliva collected in her mouth, spreading the electricity that caused it. The nectar that dripped from her cunt glittered with a residual charge from the lightning-like shaft that her folds were stretched around. Her emotional pain only enticed the psychic Tempest to greater depredations.

He began to fuck her mouth, not because it gave him any physical pleasure but because he knew it would humiliate her. The monster’s psychic absorption of nerve signals prevent her gag reflex from triggering as he pushed deeper and deeper into her throat.

A pair of the unnatural Tempest’s tentacles danced around, between and over the girl’s luscious globes with increasing abandon. They infused her tender mounds with intensely pleasing tingles and regularly funneled energetic shocks directly into her nipples.

Her clenched fists tremble as the impulses grew and stroked every tender fiber of her being. Waves of warmth and pleasure crash through her body, flooding her struggling mind. Eyes flutter and roll back briefly as the thrusting in her throat began. Drool trickles out the corner of her mouth, unable to hide the taste any longer. She found herself running her tongue along the pumping tendril, softly sucking and tasting the wonderful taste. No! She screams in her head, forcing herself to stop. Not like this.

She curls and uncurls her toes in an attempt to focus on anything else besides the surge of pleasure that was wrecking havoc on her body. Her mucles were shivering tightly around the swirling tentacle, unable to loosen as the energy kept her body completely tense. Every pump and twist grinds up against her g-spot, hardened and feeling like a lightning rod of pleasure now. Kanoe's body was on fire. Her attempts to struggle began to fade. The witch's body sways with the vicious thrusts. Her body was completely arched. Throbbing orbs looked like they were being offered to the writhing shocking tentacles as the energy dances and leaves her mind in a deep haze.

The impulses and feelings of pleasure flow freely into her brain, weakening her resolve and resistance. She felt the tingling sensation in her head as she became more and more light headed. It felt like she was floating in a blissful dream. The witch's body trembles and began to melt into her bonds, unable to fight any longer. Her dripping pussy began to clench tighter, hungerly feeding on the electric pleasure as a climax builds in her loins.

Giving up so soon? The creature taunted his captive unmercifully even as he drove her inexorably onward. You fought harder when the Fool was being nice to you.

He pushed deeper into her throat, filling it with pulsing, tingly electricity and denying her air. The assault on her sensitive breasts grew even more intense, a continuous storm of intense shock that seemed drawn to her nipples like lightning rods.

Maybe that was the problem. The electric tentacle between her legs plunged to the back of her depths and held there. The shaft filled her completely, while its frenetic twisting and writhing gave the sensation of being fucked incessantly.

Maybe you like to be abused. The psychic being timed his taunt carefully, trying to make it be the last thiing she ‘heard’ before succumbing to the swelling orgasm. Immediately afterward, he suddenly and viciously impaled her ass with another tentacle, hoping to strike just as the explosion occurred so that she might be unable to tell if the sudden pain wasn’t what finally drove her over the edge.

Her head shakes side to side. Eyes widen as a gurgle gasp comes from her filled throat. She could not breathe. Heart was pounding in her ears as she weakly pulls at her bonds. The witch wanted to fight back, do anything but her body seemed to lack that same desire.

It's voice fills her clouded mind, unable to push the thing out of her head. Maybe this thing had the same power to numb her limbs. Was this why she felt so weak? A gurling squeal came as another tentacle joins the fray, pounding deep and hard into her tight little rear. The added pain and electricity sends her mind swimming as juices gush out around the twisting tendril. Kanoe's body was rigid, trembling as the jolts of pleasure run through the juices into the deepest parts of her being. Every wave of nectar was rewarded with a surge of tingling energy causing her sex to contract hungerly around the pounding appendage. Drool runs freely out the corners of her mouth. Eyes roll back into her head and become half lidded as she twitches and spasms helplessly before the creatures constant jolts.

With the way Kanoe jerked and twitched from the continual shocks, an onlooker would understandably assume that she was being electrocuted. But the few girls who walked by in the afternoon calm could not even perceive the apparently dire circumstances of their fellow student, much less realize that her trembling spasms represented more pleasure than pain.

They could not see the twin lightning bolts that stabbed up between her legs, so could not guess that one continually drilled every inch of her cunt while the other reamed her ass, grinding the thin wall that separated her nether channels between the two shafts. They could not perceive the maelstrom of electricity that danced over the sensitive flesh of her large breasts, nor understand the only fire ignited by the rapid shocks against her nipples was one of almost unbearable pleasure. They did not notice the glittering drool that flowed freely from her mouth around the electric shaft that plunged deeply into her throat, depriving her of air until she was near the point of swooning.

No, not even those that passed within inches had any clue that one of their number was being raped by an electric horror who forced ecstacy upon her just so he could feed on the resulting chaotic storm of nervous impulses.

Sweat glistens over her pale form as muscles spasm uncontrollably. Energy surges up her loins, overloading her libido as pleasure threatens to burn up her entire being. She sucks deeply on the tendril in her mouth. Quivering thighs twitch and slowly spread wider, letting the lightning bolts drill deeper into her ass and pussy. Her tight passages were nearly vibrating from the endless jolts, clenching rapidly around the tendrils. Juices squirt out around the thick tentacle, the jolts into her depths causing her to ride this climax to the very end. Her breasts were swollen heavily with arousal. Darkened areolae top the luscious peaks, puffing out with throbbing nipples. The woman's untouched pearl was not given any rest as energy tingles across it constantly causing it to twitch violently. Every throb from her sensitive areas sent a wamrth that left her mind clouded.

Students walk by, unaware of the woman floating in the air. But, Kanoe was not aware of them either. Her world was now revolving around the pounding bolts of energy. A weak groan sounds from her throat as her body tenses up even more. Another climax was building rapidly even before her first was finished.

Tempest continually devoured the electrical impulses generated by Kanoe’s orgasm. As much the cause of the climax’s extended duration as the incessant thrusts and shocks, the monster’s feeding weakened the physiological impact of the release. Though it did not dampen the sensations, it kept her from getting much relief from the sensual explosion. And as the energy flowed into the beast, he grew stronger, his assault yet more intense. He mercilessly drove the girl to ever higher states of bliss, promoting the growth of that second climax despite the continuation of the first.

But electricity was not the only form of energy that flared during orgasm; the victim’s life-force bubbled over as well. Tempest could neither absorb nor even feel that psychic essence, but its presence called out to another entity. Deep inside the Living Storm, something stirred . . .

The electric monster, however was as yet unaware of the awakening of the Other. He continued to abuse his victim in the most horribly pleasant ways possible. The tentacle in her throat allowed her to breathe every so often, rubbing along her tongue for a few strokes before diving deep once again. The two-stage rhythmic motion was calculated to keep her slightly starved of oxygen, but not enough to be harmful or allow her to pass out. The other two shafts viciously impaled her sex and ass again and again, flooding her insides with unnaturally pleasing sensations. The maelstrom molesting her breasts poured more and more stimulation directly into her throbbing nipples while secondary arcs played across the flesh of her swollen orbs.

As Kanoe’s second climax loomed, Tempest suddenly shoved all three of his pounding tentacles as deep into their respective holes as they would go. The lightning-bolt shafts pulsed strongly, unleashing a wave of stimulating energy that filled her entire body with a blast of stimulation previously unfelt by the helpless witch.

The woman was left gasping for air only to be stuffed full of electric pleasure once more. She was left in a dreamlike haze between concious and unconcious. Her body felt heavy and exhausted from the constant tension of every muscle of her body. Kanoe's body hung slightly arched in her bonds, shivering from the constant pulses of energy. Jolts of pleasure causes her limbs and fingers to occasional twitch or her body to spasm. The witch's head weakly rolls from one side to the other as if trying to make sense of her now chaotic world. She sucks vigorously on the pumping tendril, drinking in more of the wonderful taste into her mouth.

Her body bucks upwards, arching even further signally her second climax. A low muffled groan was the only sound she made as her body trembles in this position. Her heavy orbs grind further into the arcing lightning filling her mind with even more pleasure. The climax itself felt strangely dead though. The release lacked the euphoric feeling and only brought her fatigue as her pleasure impulses were fed upon.

Tempest was well aware of his victim’s growing fatigue. He just didn’t care. To him, she was a sweet treat - a source of synaptic energy meant to be drained and discarded. Oh, he wouldn’t kill her, that would be a waste. Of course she might wish she were dead when he was through with her . . .

So it was that Tempest’s assault only grew more intense. He showed no mercy as he resumed pounding all three of Kanoe’s holes, though he did let her breathe more often to prevent her from passing out too soon. The twin shafts between her legs flickered as they reamed her nether channels with ever increasing speed. The crackling vortices assaulting her breasts completely enveloped those swollen globes with strong pleasure-current, subjecting the whole of each mound to an even higher level of intense stimulation. But, perhaps the most despicable thing he did was to add another tentacle to the mix - one that went straight for her clit. That precious pink pearl, which had so far felt only indirect shocks became the target of untold watts of pure stimulation as a bolt of sensual lightning lanced into it.

Tempest was so intent on blasting the woman’s senses with pleasures she had likely never dared fear were possible that he failed to notice the faint shimmering outline that formed around him. For a brief moment, he was eclipsed by a phantom of the Other. Oral, anal and vaginal invaders took on the appearance of tentacle-mounted cocks, brutally fucking their respective channels. The columns of electricity swirling around her breasts became trunk-maws engulfing those luscious orbs and tongues writhing against the captive tit-flesh. Strong grasping tentacles replaced the bands of electricity around the witch’s midriff and the bolts entwining her legs. The tendril shocking her clit became a feathery stinger. For a split-second, Whisperer appeared to encompass the Tempest, but there was not yet enough life-force available to sustain him and he quickly faded back into the ether.

Her body bucks and sways with the pounding tendrils. The vicious attacks to her body has long sent her over the edge. It felt as if every cell in her body was being raped by the creatures lightning. Faster and harder Kanoe's heart pounds in her ears, pumping blood searing with lust into every aroused spot in her body. The storms striking down at her breasts causes them to quiver with energy, every jolt forcing the heavy orbs to sway.

Kanoe was long gone as her third and fourth climax hit in quick succession, destroying any resistance that happened to be still struggling in her clouded haze of a mind. Eyes roll back into whites as her lids flutter with each crashing wave of release. The lance of lightning piercing into her clit sent her body and mind to a level she never could have comprehend. The witch's body arches into the bolt as it surges into her like a lightning rod. Every bit of her being was being stimulated to maddening levels. Her entire body began to shiver much like if she were receiving lethal jolts of electricity. As her body spasms and shudders, juices gush forth in a never ending wave. Sweat drips down her pale skin, soaking into what was left of her uniform. The woman was climaxing one after another with not a moments rest. Pleasure sears into her helpless mind as she lets it completely overwhelm her.

A new font of life-force accompanied each climax, providing the awakening Whisperer with a ready source of food. He surged back into being, drawn by the familiar power of Kanoe’s sweet essence. In an instant, everything changed. Tempest was completely encased in transparent flesh, disrupting his absorption of the witch’s pleasure impulses.

Noooo . . . Tempest’s psychic voice faded as he was contained. Caught off-guard, he was unable to resist the sudden emergence of the Other.

The full effect of Kanoe’s current orgasm washed over her, replacing the intense unnatural stimulation with a wave of pure bliss. Instinctively, Whisperer began to feed, drawing deeply on the vast reservoir of power in the witch’s being, preventing that wave from breaking.

Though flesh limbs had replaced their lightning counterparts, the assault continued. Locked into a feeding cycle, Whisperer was unable to simply stop, but he did his best to lessen the brutality of the attack.

Twin cocks pounded Kanoe’s ravaged ass and pussy, but they slowed somewhat, settling into an even rhythm. The cock in her mouth refrained from pushing deep in her throat, allowing her to breathe relatively easily. All three members released a gush of the monster’s bittersweet, tingly pre-cum to ease passage and soothe the pains likely to accompany the sudden shift of the invaders’ nature from psychic electricity to physical flesh.

A pair of maws lightly sucked on the tender, abused flesh of the girl’s swollen tits, tongues gently slithering over the lovely mounds. The strong current produced by the stinger was reduced to a level that ‘merely’ caused her clit to vibrate with the pulsing energy. And, throughout, the woman’s climax rolled on and on, a constant rush of ecstacy instead of an endless series of repeating sexual explosions.

Who or what was raping her was no longer a question in the poor little witch's head. The numbness of her climax suddenly became a rush of passionate flames flooding into her shattered mind. A long muffled groan vibrated through the tendril as her body climaxes anew and does not stop. Eyes flutter wildly, drowning in the seas of bliss. Juices gush out around the fleshy tentacle, mixing with the creature's precum.

The strange shocks she suffered had left all her cells awake and sensitive to the touch. The witch could feel every stroke and lick across her pale form. Her darkened nips burned with hot blood. Kanoe thrusts her heavy orbs up into the hungry maws of the beast. Her thighs spread further apart, letting the tentacles pump and fill her with fluids. Cheeks dimple as she begins to suck deeply, gulping around the tendril in her throat. The woman did not care anymore. The feeling was pure heaven and her mind was thinking of nothing else.

For long and long, Whisperer fed, drawing his fill from the sweet, familiar energy of Kanoe’s essence. He used that influx of power to push back and confine Tempest. As seconds stretched into minutes, the living storm slowly shrank, smothered by the empowered will of the transparent monster.

At last, the final sparks died out, suppressed for the time being. And just in time, as a flood of images and emotions assaulted Whisperer. Most of the memories were familiar - the same as those he absorbed from Kanoe in their previous encounter. But some, most notably the ones regarding the blond witch Clarice, were new. The alien tried his best not to dwell on those experiences, but had little choice in the matter. And those memories felt so good. They reminded him of another pair of students from long ago . . .

But this was not the time to reminisce about victims past. The young woman in his grasp was more than enough to hold his attention. Slowly, Kanoe’s essence dwindled, absorbed by the strange alien that had replaced her even stranger attacker. With great effort, Whisperer forced himself to stop before he had drained her completely. Though his instincts would prevent him from taking the last of the witch’s life-force in any case, the monster purposefully left a greater portion than usual.

As always, however, the termination of a feeding was accompanied by a massive ejaculation. Whisperer filled and covered his prey with jet after hot, sticky jet of his potent regenerative semen. It sprayed out around the cocks shafting her nether channels, forcing them out of her amidst a shower of transparent cum. It filled her mouth faster than she could swallow, quickly overflowing around the member that delivered it. Revitalizing liquid energy coursed into her depths and sluiced over her exposed flesh.

Kanoe was nothing more than violent spasms and shudders of pure bliss. The bubbling warmth and euphoria of the experience left her mind whitewashed as she continues to ride the pumping tendrils. Her eyes lacked the light of awareness as they flutter weakly. The prolonged climax and drain began to take it's toll on her weaken form. Every ounce of her strength was put forth to her contracting and quivering loins as juices gush out around the thick tentacle.

Her soft moans was suddenly interrupted by a gurgled gasp. The witch shudders as hot goo was pumped into every hole in her body. She tries to swallow the sweet tasting fluids as the excess runs down her cheeks and neck. Legs quiver and spread as the being's seed fills deep inside her womb. Kanoe could only think of the feeling of heat and fullness flowing into her body. It felt so perfect as finally her climax began to die down. Waves of fatigue came crashing down on the poor woman. Her body became limp in the creature's grasp. Part of her did not want this to end. Kanoe's eyes fell shut as darkness claims her.