More tentacle foreplay.

The first woman surrendered to my barbed tentacles. Pinpricks of blood were visible covering her entire body when I shredded her clothing. To struggle was to suffer. It was the simplest possible lesson, and she had learned it quickly. Tears ran down her face as she choked on the fat tentacle in her throat between **** gasps for air, but she quit trying to wrestle me for control of her limbs and body.

I brought her arms together above her head and she didnt fight me. I traded the two tentacles on her arms for a single tentacle encircling both of them and she let it happen. I **** her to a helplessly **** face-down-ass-up position on the floor and she submitted. Pain was highly effective with this one, it seemed. Good.

Her daughter, on the other hand, fought me with everything she had. The barbs digging into ankle and calf seemed only to motivate her to fight me all the harder. She kicked and screamed and pulled at the coiling appendage, driven by terror as I moved to mount her mother.

Spirited child. Of course, she was no child. She was clearly a fully grown woman with an even fuller chest than her mother. As I recovered tentacles from the more compliant mother, I extended them towards the daughter and claimed more limbs. Soon she was fighting against three barbed tentacles on her limbs and a smooth around her throat, trying to enter her mouth.

"You're fun." I laughed, and the daughter gasped at me, taken aback that I could speak. The thick tentacle claimed her mouth and she screamed just a moment before her voice was stolen.

Still she struggled. At this rate she would injure herself before I could enjoy her. I needed to speed up her lesson.

Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Pain

A dozen narrow bands of black fire sprang into existence, encircling her body like chains. A large crown of the same black flames circled her head and her whole body clenched as she screamed soundlessly against the mass of flesh filling her throat. The fire proved to be mostly illusory. Perhaps psychic, or otherwise not real. She felt the pain, but her flesh and clothing did not burn.

She flailed and spasmed in my grasp, unable to escape the twin grips of hooks and flame. I let the flames die out.

"Surrender and I will show mercy. I will allow you to breathe, but you will not address me before I put my babies in you."

She gradually gave up struggling, the flesh of her arms and legs had grown almost sticky with gradually accumulated blood. I pulled the tentacle from her throat and she panted, exhausted. Beads of sweat decorated her forehead and she stared at me in unrestrained loathing.

"You vile creature!" She started.

Priest Skill: Dark Magic - Pain

The rest of her words were lost to screaming. I let her burn in the phantom flames for several seconds before banishing them this time, she sank in my tentacles, ready to submit.

"In time you will learn your place. Please me and be rewarded. Defy me and suffer."

Turning my attention back to the mother, I positioned myself behind her and ground my hips against her helpless body. She trembled, crying softly into her gag. I pulled the tentacle from her throat and let her catch her breath. She wisely chose not to say a word, she just stared at her defeated daughter in horror.

"You will be my first, human." I hissed into her ear. I placed one hand on her back to immobilize her fully as I spread her legs as far as they could go in her kneeling position. She whined in fearful anticipation but held her tongue in a calculated effort to avoid giving me reason to **** her. Her submission was pragmatic, borne of self-preservation. She was clearly much smarter and more tenacious than her wildly rebellious daughter.