Well, of course he'd be terrifying. He'd intended on raping her from the beginning, even if he was being uncharacteristically polite about it, even going so far as to help her in various matters as far as he could before doing anything. A combination of the fact that he was a total MONSTER and that she had those memories of other monsters... would naturally make her afraid.

But, Antipode intended to create other feelings in her soon enough. He expected her fear, he expected resistance and disgust. But he had a strong feeling that very soon she'd be enraptured, like an instrument of pleasure he was playing to its very limits. He looked forward to this with an almost rapacious hunger, and several tentacles approached her as she undressed herself. He didn't touch her, even when she was nude, letting her stand there for awhile.

Thank you for doing that. It makes things much easier, and I hate accidentally damaging a girl's clothes. You girls don't seem to appreciate it very much. As for your suggestion, thank you for your concern. You're uneasy, though I hope to help stop that. If you'd like, I could start by bringing up... positive memories of arousal and pleasure, or at least create some sensations or thoughts within you. It might help you overcome negative emotions. Though I won't do so if you tell me not to.

Tendrils approached after she spoke, and several of them began moving around her. She'd begin to feel the tips of several of them, lightly against her skin, slowly wrapping around her waist, lower legs, and other mostly nonsexual areas.

Antipode monitored her thoughts, feelings. Especially her feelings. Enjoyment, visible even with the way she responded to the touches. At first, the touches were gentle, only a few, wrapping around her lower legs, waist, other places. Then, slowly, they moved around her limbs more fully, wrapping carefully around wrists and upper arms, pulling her arms into a new position above her head. It was slow, methodical, with the knowledge of how her body would respond, how she would enjoy it. He really was different than most of them, acting gently, slowly. He really wasn't interested in her displeasure... and would act to stop it.

In that case... I won't. But I can create new ones... or perhaps make you feel, at first, without even touching you. No, you probably won't like that, will you? No, you hate the silence, which is present except for what I say to you. Any particular sounds you'd prefer? Or music, maybe?

The tendrils, however, were no longer completely silent. She could hear them moving against her, now, as well as their slight slithering, not a hiss but a movement, through the air, as they moved around her and against her. As she tugged against the tendrils he started to add more tension. He figured she'd like more complete bondage, so he would give it to her, tendrils moving around her legs now as well as her arms were held close to, but not entirely taught. She could still move and struggle some... but only up to a certain point.

The tips of other tentacles moved against her sides, now, along with her upper arms, upper thighs, lower back and other places. It was as if they were seeking out sensitive spots on her body, and then began to rub them... not tickle them, but more of a sensual massage, an excitement and touch designed to arouse. All through this, he still wasn't touching any of her most sensitive spots. Soon, one of the tendrils, then another, moved to her long hair, lifting it slowly, carefully, to get to her back more easily.

If it helps... I can feel, even from here, a bit of your unease. So I want to say that none of this is your fault at all. Perhaps you'd like me to shut down some of your negative trains of thought for you?

Indeed he hadn't touched all those areas. Sensitive spots, at least beyond the errogenous zones outside the normal ones. Still nothing on her breasts. Nothing moving against those hardening nipples. And certainly nothing down below. Nothing touching her ass, or close inner thighs, or deeper, more sensitive areas. He was avoiding them, and avoiding them on purpose, for one great reason: He wanted her unable to resist it.

And he was succeeding, by every indication. She was clearly feeling arousal. Wetness down below, hard nipples... and the way she was moving, not struggling but simply reacting to his teasing touches, pleased him greatly. And then she gave her answer. To do it. To get rid of them.

And so he'd do so. However... the truth was, he'd never quite done anything like that before. He'd have to be incredibly careful. After all, adding thoughts, sending thoughts and emotions was relatively easy. Simply stimulate the neurons in the right part of the human brain with electrical signals, in his case sent by a specific form of radiation that wouldn't injure her brain.

However, cutting off thoughts and memories as they came to her was much harder. Much more difficult. There were several paths he could take. He could sever the part of her brain that held those memories, but that wouldn't work. It'd be far too damaging. He could try to numb the brain, or at least deactive those parts, but it was hard to be precise enough. Because the human brain wasn't built to accept commands. Its evolution occured too organically, too happenstance, too much based on chance and short term, chaotic gain, to be able to easily, systematically tinker with it at the level he was trying to.

In the end, he decided upon a rather curious solution. When signals from those negative memories, when the signals of those negative feelings came to her, he'd block them. Cancel the signals out so that she wouldn't feel them.

At first, for nearly a minute after she asked him, it'd feel like there was an odd echo. The thoughts definitely were gone. She wasn't thinking negative things about that boy... she wasn't thinking of her lost friend,s or that monster anymore. But at first, the thoughts as they tried to come caused bizarre echoes in her mind, shadows of those thoughts, and further other thoughts as well.

Oh, sorry, I'm fairly new at this kind of... ahh! There it goes. There should be no more problems. The echoes stopped as soon as they started.

And for now, no more fear or negative thoughts as well. She could still think, however, of everything else. Her interest in his abilities. Even her thoughts that she couldn't give this technology to anyone else, things like that. The only things blocked were her bad memories, bad associations. The ill feelings and those few negative memories, specifically. Otherwise, her thoughts could continue with no change, whatsoever. Even puzzlement, or annoyances that could be caused by reaction to his screw up, was allowed at this point. He was very, very selective in what he blocked.

Antipode was doing his best to be careful. He was afraid, even so, that he was editing too much information, now that he was blocking the unpleasant memories from her mind. Yes, she acknowledged that things weren't right, but those worries seemed overwhelmed by feelings of pleasure that she was feeling herself. He wouldn't dare take away those thoughts, those truthful impulses that this wasn't accurate. Her disgust, however, or more precisely the negative memories and associations that caused the disgust, were being held back, which allowed her to enjoy herself with so many fewer hassles, so few distractions.

Yet was he blocking too much? He felt almost paranoid about it, worried that if he took too much away, she might feel like it became a violation more than anything else. Yet even as his tendrils continued to stimulate those rarely-touched spots, those places where few humans or monsters ever bothered to touch, those little areas which would bring further excitement to her, touching over her in such a pleasing way, Antipode carefully monitored her thoughts. He allowed everything to come except those memories and associations... her worries, her thoughts that it wasn't right... he allowed those through, without editing, and wouldn't even make them disappear afterwards. If the lack of fear caused her to not focus on them, so be it. But he wouldn't hide her mind from her.

Is it too much? Am I taking away too much? Be honest with me, I'm doing my best not to edit your thoughts, and I want your subjective opinion on this. It's fairly new to me, after all.

Of course, even though he said this, and even though he wanted her response, it wasn't long after he spoke, maybe not even waiting until she was done answering, before his tendrils began to speed up. Finally -after what seemed forever!- several tendrils began slowly, carefully wrapping around her breasts. They coiled slowly, first once around the base, then farther, coiling several times in the end around. They squeezed, they pulled, they felt like a strange massage, like hands only moreso, fondling her and toying with her breasts in the ways she'd like the most.

The tendrils wrapped around her arms more securely then, along with her legs, wrists, ankles, thighs and torso. Her slender waist would feel more delicate caresses, then an almost belt-like harnessing. She'd feel herself lifted into the air, then, numerous tendrils moving in place to keep her body weight evenly distributed, without any discomfort or displeasure. She was light indeed! And this was shown by how easily she was brought into the air. But other than the changes needed to lift her, the newly escalated stimulation continued unabated.

The inter dimensional being paid careful attention to her thoughts. Whenever she thought that it wasn't right, he could notice it. Every time she almost gave in, and fought it slightly, he wouldn't take that away. Because he didn't want to. At this point, he could very well have made her feel... whatever he wanted her to feel! It was certainly easier than blocking memories in the piecemeal manner he was proceeding. But he wasn't. Her thoughts were still her own... she could even still feel worry about not feeling upset anymore. He wasn't making her enjoy this, though... this was just the result of her lack of fear and bad memories.

She finally seemed to give in a little bit, once he showed his quite genuine concern. And she responded, saying it was fine. It felt good, was how she put it. But with her sensory states already at near-overload, he could understand a bit of understatement. Her thoughts were open to him and he read them... but enjoyed her ever-escalating pleasure more than anything else.

As she began kicking lightly in response to the pleasure, the tendrils continued to tease her, reaching ever closer to her moistening sex. Even as small tendrils began winding closer once more, he did not restrict her movement. She could flail or kick quite freely, as a large amount of her body weight was being held not at her limbs but on her body. Her inner thighs were soon under a similar assault as her breasts, toying and rubbing and pressing, like a sensual, erotic massage, so close, but never touching, her most sensitive areas. It seemed he was holding back, at least for now.

Amazing, is it? Yes, you're enjoying yourself so much... and I'm not even altering your sensitivity any. Would you like me to? I believe you've created nanites whose effects I could... emulate. Even as he responded, and with quite a happy, enthusiastic tone of voice, too, he stepped up one more level... the tendrils on her breasts increased a little more, tugging harder, pressing yet more. Then came a very different little trick. Two slender tendrils moved, then, from around, right to her breasts. They rubbed up and down her oh so heavily engorged nipples... before opening up. They enveloped the nipples as her back arched once more, latching on. It felt like tiny mouths, only better. Wet, soft, with numerous tiny cilia now rubbing against her nipples and aureoles, even more effective than a single tongue. It seemed he was intent on teasing her, ratcheting up the feelings even without altering her sensitivity, or even touching her sex, as far as he could go. After all... he had to live up to that "amazing" comment, now didn't he?

Antipode watched, listening now to her thoughts more than everything else. She understood his teasing... how could she not, since his teasing was so terribly intense, so horribly frustrating. He wondered just how long it'd take to bring her to an orgasm, once he started inside of her. He was quite curious to see, and debated whether to just take the plunge, or slowly build her pleasure even farther. No, perhaps it'd be best to just give her the release she so obviously wanted now.

He'd decided on a path, but first, the teasing continued. With the little mouths on her nipples, she was responding even more intently, no longer a trace of embarrassment in her mind. Tendrils were moving everywhere around her, then, breasts, ass, back, waist, neck, stomach, sides, arms, legs... it didn't matter where she would look, numerous tentacles were massaging, rubbing, teasing, tickling slightly. His playing was intense, and showed not a single sign of stopping.

She'd hear his voice, then, as the tendrils continued their harder, once again redoubled assault. It's driving you crazy, isn't it? You'd give anything for me to do what we both know you want. Well... let me see... I'm not going to ask for anything. In fact, I'm just going to do it, just as you want.

Then, finally, she'd feel it there. She wouldn't have been able to pay enough attention down there to see... but first several tendrils, thin as could be, moved against her outer lips, rubbing against her sensitive flesh, teasing her in a vastly more satisfying manner. They began dipping slightly inside, at first just to rub lightly, and then to part her lips just a little bit... and then a larger tendril moved up against her. And, in a flash, it pushed inside her well-lubricated sex, slipping far inside of her body in a single stroke.

And now we begin for real. Is there anything, by the way, that you don't like, before I get to those sorts of things? If they were there, he'd help her think of them. That is to say... he'd pull up her memories at least of the things she'd rather he not do. She might need the help, since her conscious mind seemed to be losing out to the sheer, animalistic pleasure that he was assaulting her with so completely. Antipode soaked in her pleasure, even as she murmured to God about how much she loved it.

The monster acted harder, then, the tendril inside of her honeyed depths began to pull out, even as she pushed to meet it. It moved slowly at first... another little bit of teasing, it seemed, only slowly increasing the exciting touch inside of her... and not even touching her clitoris yet. He'd avoid that, at least for a little longer. No need to push her over that edge quite too fast. The tendril continued to pull out of her, and then, nearly out of her, stopped. It began pushing inside once again, slipping farther inside of her body, slipping deep, as deep as it could move, inside of her, almost pressing against her cervix, in fact.

How curious it was, finding what it was she disliked. In other words, nothing, really, that was being physically done to her. For him, that was like a blank check or a free ticket to do whatever he would to her, as he trusted, at least by the end, she'd quite like it. He knew, of course, she did not particularly like being raped, but that, of course, wasn't a possibility on the table. He wasn't going to follow that, and while he wouldn't, say, take that knowledge that she was being raped away from her, he continued blocking those associations with other monsters, and those negative associations with that boy she kept thinking of.

He wouldn't increase her embarrassment by noting what they had both found. Instead, he focused on pleasuring her, as he wanted to do so very much. The tendril inside of her, deep deep inside, began to writhe there within her, moving for a short while without pulling out or pressing more. Then, it pulled nearly out of her again, then in again, plunging in even more easily, more quickly than those last two times.

Thus began a rhythm; out, then in, then a little more wriggling and writhing in her deepest spots, stirring her up, seemingly, from the inside out. Then out again, beginning the little process all over again. It seemed as though the tendril sped up inside of her each time, moving a little faster, a little harder, stirring her insides a little more vigorously. It seemed this was going to go on interminably until that curious, stray thought passed her mind.

That didn't seem like a negative thought, certainly. And soon, she'd feel another tendril there, just as she'd imagined it, pressing against the opening of her swollen lips, and she'd realize that he was following what her thought had been... if she was going to stop him, this was the time. Otherwise...