[ooc: Sorry for the LONG absence, got swamped with work and sleep deprivation. I'll try to pick it back up.]

Smiling inwardly at Triella's strong reaction he stops assaulting her for a brief moment. "How do you even function? Sensitive as you are. I've barely even begun working on you and you're already losing your basic motor skills." As he holds her shivering orgasm wracked body against the stimulating disk he slows the spin down to a very deliberate grind, the sensations maddening but nearly as intense.

"Come now, you may speak, I'm interested to hear what you have to say on the matter."

Releasing Triella's arms he gives her a nudge backward and soon she's sitting upright and no longer slumped over. "Speak now."

[OOC: Sorry for my own delay on this. I've both been busy - and been unsure where I wanted this to try and go.]

Triella looks away when Lurp asks how she functions - if her body weren't already so flushed from pleasure, she'd be blushing. "It can be.. distracting.. at times." she admits ashamedly. But she also knows that she couldn't very well lie about it right now either.

Especially with that damn disk still grinding away at her!! Her breath catches every time one of the nubs starts to rub over her swollen clit, and her hips jerk slightly as the nubs then move on, letting the sensations die for just a second before the next one grinds over her again. It is agonizing.. maddening.. and oh so pleasurable. Her nectar continues to flow heavily out of her slit, soaking the grinding disk as Lurp keeps teasing her.

"I... can't... help you. I'm not... what you... think... I am" she gasps out, her breath catching as the stimulation continues. "They.. Directorate... provided me... information.... led me... here. But... I just.... want.... my sister."

Lurp considered this for a moment. Something wasn't adding up, the ADD rarely released leads or information from their more classified files...unless they were using this girl as bait. If her ignorance was genuine, as it was beginning to seem so, she would not only be in the dark about the workings of the directorate but also whatever they had planned by giving her a lead.

Cursing himself for this oversight he returned his attention to the panting girl in his clutches. She was fighting the sensations with all her might but the jerking of her hips and sharp intakes of breath were evidence that she wasn't faring particularly well. Giving her a little shove and release he deposited her on her back before pondering what he should do. No access meant no redesignation, which meant he'd have to get what he wanted out of her some other way.

"I wonder..." he thought out loud. "If you're really not connected with the Directorate why they would bother helping you. It doesn't make much sense to me." He paused briefly, taking in her panting sweat covered body. "Additionally, your combat abilities are far above that of a normal human and your weapon choice just screams 'formal training' to me."

Moving back over to the strange object she had embedded into the wall he began studying it with more interest than before and commented flatly, "I don't think you're lying but you're hiding something from me my little flower...and I'd like to think we're well beyond secrets now."

Rounding himself out he addressed her coldly again, "I am displeased, simply put, and I WILL take it out on you...but for now, rest and consider your situation...we'll continue again when you can move your legs."

Tria gasps and collapses on the floor when Lurp releases her and leaves her alone, letting her recover.

"They helped me.. because it was.. my price. I was on a vessel.. attacked by slavers. I was the only one to escape. Information.. on my sister, was my price, for providing them information.. on the group that attacked the transport cruiser."

She gives a gasping laugh when Lurp speaks of formal combat training though. "Trust me.. the Directorate does not... CAN NOT.. use weapons.. like mine." And Lurp soon discovers what she means, when he recovers a couple of small disks, and solid balls from the wall of the room. And that is exactly what they are. Solid steel balls and disks, plated in gold and silver. No mechanisms at all. They look like no more than the metal beads and charms that make up Triella's discarded jewelery.

Eventually Triella manages to push herself up to sit back against the wall, still unsteady, but recovering quickly. Far more quickly than a normal human would do, if she had truly been as far gone as she had appeared to be. She does not seem at all self-conscious or shy about the fact that she is completely naked in front of you, and makes no attempt to cover herself. "Perhaps you should consider yours as well. After all.. given the nature of my weapons... and the fact that that I clearly had no form of firearm... what do YOU think happened?"

Lurp scowled at himself as he processed the information. Her story was becoming more plausible and that meant he had incorrectly judged yet another one of his victims.

As he remained silent he considered his prisoner carefully. He had lost an important bargaining chip. Outside of her body which he would use anyways, she didn't seem to have anything he truly wanted. On the other hand, he had exactly what she wanted and had gone through no small effort to acquire it.

"Here is your problem the way I see it now..." Lurp offered magnanimously.

"You are a prisoner of a being who hasn't even begun to use your body for every base desire, and now your value to him has dropped just below that of an item to be used for pleasure then discarded."

Rolling himself deliberately over to where she had propped herself up against the wall, he unleashed a swift wave which lashed her arms up and back against the wall and started prying her legs open once more. Forming a few thin tendrils he slowly began stroking her folds again and teasing her breasts.

"Consider that fact carefully, then try and come up with a reason that I should even bother giving you the information you want...let alone convince me NOT to rape you into cognitive oblivion."

With that, he formed a thickened phallus and impaled her snatch without so much as another word of warning. He pistoned steadily into her folds while more tendrils formed and played over her body, firmly pinned against the wall.

If Triella is shocked or fearful from Lurp's "explanation" of her value, it does not show. One thing you have to give the girl credit for is being cool under pressure.

Or at least she is until Lurp suddenly pins her to the wall, and starts teasing her body again. Things definitely seem to 'heat up' after that, as her hyper-sensitive body responds to the stroking tendrils on her breasts and slit. She quivers and writhes in Lurp's grip as her nipples swell again with arousal, and her folds quickly become wet, swollen and pouting with desire.

Her eyes shoot wide when Lurp threatens to rape her 'into cognitive oblivion' - before being replaced by a gleam of rebellion. She opens her mouth to say something, probably a challenge, but the only thing that comes out of her mouth is a cry of shock and pleasure as Lurp suddenly thrusts a thick phallus into her. Her hips buck up at him, as her body clutches at the pistoning shape, gripping and sucking at it, urging it to plunge into her as deep as it can.

Tria moans and leans her head back, closing her eyes.. as she struggles for breath. "Because.. I .. can.... get you.... an agent...." she manages to gasp out around her moans and cries of pleasure.

"Almost too good to be true...an intriguing prize...if I believed you capable of delivering." Lurp responds with measured control. "You may have offered up someone else's life for your own...but you have not EARNED the information I have on your sister. What do you offer me for THAT?"

With steadily increasing intensity, Lurp slams into her snatch and kneads her breasts in a way that only an ever changing substance can. With each passing moment he can feel her body weakening in resistance and his own arousal heightening in response.

Very soon he doesn't even bother restraining her and instead releases her arms and legs to wraps himself completely around her most sensitive areas. He tugs rudely on her lengthened nipples and begins expanding himself inside of her with each thrust.

Triella groans and shakes her head when Lurp says he doesn't believe she can get an agent.

"Told you... Directorate... owes me... help. With.. your info... " she gasps, in between cries and moans as Lurp starts fucking her harder, and keeps up his maddening caresses on her breasts. "tell them.. dead end... need.. info... insist on.. private meeting." she groans louder as her hips start to fuck back against Lurp's pistoning shaft.

"You... with me.... let me... get.. information.. from agent....then.. will help... you.. trap her... " she cries out as she starts to experience a long, violent orgasm.

As Lurp releases her limbs, Triella begins to fuck back against Lurp frantically. She groans as her nectar begins to squirt out around the thick shaft each time it drives into her. Her breasts quiver and seem to swell up even further as he tugs on her nipples.

When his cock begins to swell up and lengthen inside her though, the gypsy wails in pleasure. "Oh...oh gods..oh... don't stop.... can't think.. oh..oh gods!!" she cries out as each time he thrusts into her, she orgasms all over again. On his next thrust, the thick shaft drives up against Triella's cervix.. filling her pussy entirely.. and she screams like a madwoman in mindless pleasure. Her entire body convulses.. gripping at the shaft.. her flailing hands grasping on to various tendrils and stroking them.. pulling them over her body. As the first wave of this climax hits, her back arches, and her cum sprays out of her pussy in a copious stream all over Lurp's body, and halfway across the room. And each time Lurp drives his cock up against her cervix, she shrieks again, and another stream of honey sprays out.

"Hmmmm...that could actually work..." Lurp mused aloud as Triella began to orgasm violently against him. "I accept your offer little one...now...try to enjoy yourself, I'm going to let myself go..."

Methodically wrapping as much of himself around her as possible, he began to rub himself against her body, exploring every inch of her wonderful curves as her hips continued to roll themselves involuntarily against the tendril stuffing her dripping pussy.

Thoroughly enjoying himself with the beautiful writing gypsy in his clutches, Lurp ups the ante even more, reforming the studs all along the phallus pistoning in and out of her. Each one brushing with extra friction along her slickened inner walls and against her fully exposed clit.

"Such a tasty morsel." Lurp burbles with joy as his own pleasure begins to mount. "I'm sure you'd agree..." Coating one of his tendrils with a generous amount of the girl's juices he raises it in front of her face, dangling it there briefly.

Triella moans and tosses her head back and forth in negation when Lurp tells her he's going to let himself go.

Her protests die quickly though as she feels the studs growing on the thick phallus..stretching and teasing her even more intimately. "Unngg...noo.... oh... gods... fuck!!" she cries as the soft studs grind against her clit, over her swollen g-spot, and against the hot, slick walls of her canal.

Her back arches violently, and Lurp can feel her body convulsing around and under him. Her breasts swell slightly as her arousal reaches another level. Her nipples seem to throb rapidly in time to the rapid beating of her pulse.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaa" she wails as her body suddenly goes completely rigid in Lurp's grasp.. and her head snaps back. She looks like she's trying to scream but no sound comes from her throat - just a tortured rasp of air - as the gypsy's orgasm suddenly spikes in intensity. Her walls grip so tightly at Lurp it almost feels like she's trying to crush his phallus inside her.. her juices squirt out around the shaft in a continuous stream as she suddenly engulfs the dripping tentacle in front of her, taking it all the way into her throat in a single try.

As his own pleasure mounts Lurps body begins to warm significantly and sparkle a myriad of colors. When Triella takes a part of him into her mouth, desparately licking and sucking her own juices, his entire body vibrates with pleasure against hers. As she reaches her orgasm, the intensity of her spasming cunt sends visible ripples of pleasure rolling through her body, the waves making her back arch so violently that she threatens to break herself from the pleasure. Her body, little more than an aesthetically pleasing collection of limbs, flesh, and sweat now, seem only to respond to her voracious cunt, a fitting source and conduit for a wave of pleasure so intense it's difficult to tell whether she's riding it or it's riding her.

Making extra sure that he continues to shaft the beautiful gypsy mercilessly with his makeshift phallus, he begins swirling himself around her in a miniature cyclone, enjoying the feel of her perfect body, twitching, rubbing, grinding against his gelatinous form. Even as he swirls around her and pounds her quivering cunt, several knobbed tendrils reach in from the moving cyclone and press firmly against different pressure points on her body, releasing the tension in her muscles and making sure she doesn't injure herself in the violent throes of her orgasm.

However, even as the strain on the muscles in her legs, thighs, and back ease away under Lurp's expert understanding of the human anatomy, he ruthlessly spares her gushing vagina no such mercy. As her rasping silent "scream" dies down he simply redoubles his efforts again, with no intention of letting her down from the plateau of pleasure.

"You think you've cummed harder than you ever have in your life...but I haven't even driven you to the highest level...this next part...you'll feel it to the tips of your hair...and you WILL scream and beg...because you'll have no other choice."

And without even missing a beat he quickly modifies the phallus stuffing her box. The studs begin pulsing and retracting in random places, adding utter chaos to the friction on her cunt and clit, in addition to the shafting motion the phallus begins twisting like a corkscrew slowly at first than faster and more intensely, clockwise and counter at maddeningly irregular intervals, the sensations and speed shocking and unpredictable, finally he gets a fix on her g-spot and surrounds it with dozens of tiny tentacles that squirm and vibrate violently against it each time he thrust-twists into her.

Triella gasps around the tendril in her mouth, as Lurp continues to ravish her, and begins the swirling caress of her entire body with his mass. She groans as that thick cock keeps assaulting her.. slamming into her sheath.. driving into her womb.. stretching and filling her so completely.

Mingled in with her cries of pleasure, are soft sighs as Lurp caresses and strokes the pressure points of her body - causing her to relax further.. allowing and causing her to give in to the violent assault of orgasmic pleasure.

Tria gasps and pants for breath as the waves of that first, violent orgasm finally starts to fade after several minutes. She barely even hears Lurp's promise/threat - and certainly their meaning doesn't register in her mind.

That is until Lurp begins to change the phallus inside her. As the nubs begin to expand and throb and tease her on each thrust, her eyes go wide, and then roll back into her head until only the whites are showing. The studs stretch her even wider at their max.. stimulating her walls, and causing her juices to flow even more heavily.. more thickly around the cock driving in and out and in and out of her mercilessly. She screams.. and this time she really does scream as the second orgasm crashes over her while she was still in shock of her previous orgasm. Her honey streams out of her in powerful jets.. splashing against Lurp's body as it surrounds and engulfs the wildly thrashing and convulsing body of the helpless gypsy.

As Lurp adds the corkscrew action, Triella's body arches violently.. and hangs there like that - unable to support itself, and held in place only by Lurp suspending her body and the huge tentacle fucking her brains out. As the phallus drills into her completely, the gypsy's third orgasm begins to crash over her, while she was still in the midst of her second climax.

But of course, that's only the beginning. Then there is the assault of dozens of tendrils over her swollen g-spot. The nerves pulse and throb under the assault, swelling even more, making her even more sensitive to the assault - and causing a fourth climax to assault the now mindless girl, just seconds after the last one started. Three separate orgasms all sending tidal waves of pleasure crashing into her helpless body one after another after another until she is drowning in pleasure. Her honey spurts out of her pussy like a hose from the combined orgasms.. long, powerful streams of her cum splashing all over them both.

And whatever this girl is, it's something astonishing - for Lurp knows that an average human female would have passed out from this in seconds. Triella though is not only still conscious.. her body continues to respond eagerly - pushing Lurp for even more.

[ooc: once again, I apologize for the absence, the holiday seasons can be so busy, even more so when I travel,back now though.]

Lurp had little time to contemplate on the nature of the amazing sexual specimen writhing and cumming repeatedly. Triella's more than enthusiastic response was quickly driving him towards climax. Gurgling with quiet exertion Lurp continued to play the magnificent instrument of sex in his grasp, making note of and enjoying the different responses she gave in the throes of ultimate pleasure.

A tweak of the breasts here eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure, a ruthless thrust into her spasming cunt producing a whimper thick with desire, attention on her clit causing her to mew and her hips to involuntarily shake, and it was all thrown together in a magnificent symphony of gasps, cries, moans, and senseless pleading noises that seemed to synchronize perfectly with her bucking hips, arching back, and twitching cunt. Lurp found himself getting lost in the delicious moment as his own pleasure crept towards a crest inch by precious inch.

As the sensations started to overtake him, Lurp smoothly slipped most of his body away from Triella so he wouldn't damage her when he came and made one final thrust, slamming as much of himself into her as physically possible but retracting all studs and abrasive surfaces, just a single smooth phallic pole burying itself deep into her core, writhing to find more room inside. Then the pleasure crashed down on him. His entire body becoming rigid then quickly hardening into crystal. Waves of warmth and light spilled out from beneath his now diamond-hard exterior and as the pleasure he felt swirled around inside of him the colors began changing bathing the room in a myriad of luminescent glows.

[OOC: My turn to apologize now - been busy and also struggled a bit with how to respond to this.]

Triella's body weakens and trembles in a mix of pleasure and exhaustion as she Lurp's masterful technique brings the gypsy to orgasm after orgasm, making her climax simultaneously in multiple ways. Even as her body grows limp from the excess of pleasure, the muscles of her sheath and womb urge Lurp's pleasure higher. Her cries and whimpers a song of pure sexual pleasure.

The girl makes a soft whimper of protest, a mewling "Noooo" as he withdraws most of his body from her, leaving only the single smooth phallus inside her. Her protest though turns to one of shocked amazement though as that shaft plunges even deeper into her.. pushing against the back of her womb before turning into hard, rigid crystal. The thick solid pole holds her body up as she gives a piercing wail and joins Lurp in climax. A sweet song of the purest ecstasy as the light and warmth of Lurps climax washes over her body in a cascade of colors. "Beautiful!!" the gypsy murmurs in awe as her body experiences a unique orgasm - not as violent or powerful as her previous ones - but one that is soul deep, gentle and prolonged. On and on it goes for what feels like hours..days.. to Triella as she stares at the beautiful scintillating colors all over her body.

After a seeming eternity, the woman collapses against Lurp's rigid form. Unconscious and exhausted, her body still twitching occasionally in the pulsing aftershocks of a pleasure she never imagined was possible.

[ooc: sorry, new job, new living arrangements, new country! I'll finish this up]

As his pleasure very slowly and deliberately subsides, Lurp once again begins to soften and deform. Humming contentedly, he retracts himself entirely from the unconscious gypsy, evoking a noticeable shiver and whimper, and deposits her carefully on the floor.

"It's not over young one," he leers. "I'd loathe to sample you in such a way only once, and there is still the matter of our deal."

Rolling over to the door controls he punched in the override commands and unsealed the chamber. Leaving swiftly so as not to draw attention he slithered into the backdrop and made his way to the docks.

"Seems like the waiting game is over...if she can indeed get a real agent maybe this will be more than just a distraction." Lurp thought to himself as arrived at the docks.

Quickly reforming himself as Purl behind some crates, he saunters over to the dockmaster, drawing eyes and whistles along the way.

"Hey sweety!" she chirps lyrically at him "Can you tell me where the Star Dancer is docked? I've booked passage with that ship off this scrap heap but seem to have lost the embarkation details."

"Like robbing the blind..."Lurp smirks to himself as the dockmaster goes through the records, eagerly providing more than enough details about the ship.

After a short trip through the docks, he finds himself standing in front of the vessel. Checking his surroundings to make sure no one's watching, he slithers up into the landing gear and begins finding his way through the innards of the ship, eventually dropping into the cockpit area.

For a moment he takes stock of the ship. From the outside a rather standard small transport, he'd seen the model before, not a common build but certainly not rare either. The interior, however, had definitely been worked on. Some of the tech was distinctly ADD and there was indication that the transport had more than a few tricks up its sleeve.

"Like owner like ship." Lurp remarks to himself as he settles down at a console bringing it to a lively glow within a few seconds. After several frustrating minutes he gives up trying to hack the encryption, "She said she doesn't have access to ADD central anyways..." he mutters. Instead he decides to simply work around the security and access the comm features.

He considers the circumstance for a minute and selects "text only". Typing in a message that will display itself when the ship is next accessed he shuts down the console, leaving only a blinking indicator, and melts his form; stretching it across a wide area, disguising himself as part of the floor. Slowly his thin form takes on the same consistency as that of the ship and silence pervades the cockpit, the only evidence of his presence a blink message on the ship's computer.