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Not exactly poisoned, but knocked unconscious nonetheless. Still weak, Kyle tried to move but found himself chained to something that seemed like a surgical table. He opened his eyes, and as his eyes adjusted to the bright light he heard a high laugh.

"Good morning, Mr. Parkley." Someone said. They leaned over him, and he recognized her as Miss Leona. "It seems you have attracted a bit of attention."

"Is this about...?"

"No, that was planned. Mielee volunteered for the job. What wasn't planned was a stunning revelation in your case." Miss Leona straightened, and as she came into focus Kyle realized she was wearing a leather dominatrix outfit. "You see...there are people in this fine world who possess a certain special attribute, if you will." She began pacing, and Kyle watched her. He noticed he was in a dark room that smelled of sweat and, startlingly, blood. The only light in the room was the surgical light above him.

"No, I won't." The high laugh again.

"Very funny, Mr. Parkley." Miss Leona turned quickly, lashing out with a whip. It struck him across the chest, and the pain flashed through him. Again it stimulated him, making his cock twitch a bit. "That's one of the signs. You, Mr. Parkley, are a masochist. But not a normal one. Normal pain, such as shutting your finger in a car door or cutting yourself, does not excite you, does it?"

"No..." Kyle muttered.

"But that whip did, did it not?"

"It didn't."

"Oh, really?" She whipped him again, this time across the face. Of course, it hurt more. Much more. His left eye watered, and he felt himself coming erect. She whipped him again, across the thighs, and he moaned in pleasure.

"If that's not a sign of a masochist, then I'm a nun." Said Miss Leona, grinning wildly. "And I'm far from a nun. Now, the other sign is oddly colored eyes. I'm sure Gray is not a normal eye color. The last sign is the most obvious. Let me see your wrists, Mr. Parkley." She took his arm, moving up the cuff that bound him. She nodded knowingly.

"Five slitlike scars around the wrists, and six parallel scars in two rows of three on both sides of your spine. Oh my, you are but the second ever of your kind to grace this school!"

"Wh-what?" Asked Kyle, now quite confused.

"But the problem is, how to make it show itself? How to make it come out?" She pressed a button on a remote, and the surgical table swung upright. It fell away, leaving him suspended by his wrists. His ankles were bound to the stone floor. "Now, Mielee said it had 'moved in her' when she bit you, so shall we try that first?"

"You're fucking crazy!" Cried Kyle, struggling with the chains. The high laugh again pierced his ears.

"Who's the masochist here?" Asked Miss Leona.

"Who's the sadist?" Kyle shot back, nodding to the sticky fluid seeping from the crotch of the dominatrix outfit. Miss Leona nodded, accepting the point. She crouched before him, nudging his balls with the handle of her whip.

"Nice and firm. You're really horny, aren't you?" She stood, smiling that feral grin again. "We'll make you just a bit hornier before my brother arrives." Miss Leona strode off into the darkness, and there was the clatter of drawers.

"Brother? You mean there's more of you?"

"Oh, no. He's worse." Kyle let his head fall back, listening intently. He could almost hear rain outside. 'I must be on the fifth floor...' Thought Kyle, twitching against the chains and listening to them clink. 'You know, I could start to like this...no! Kyle, don't think like that!' He shook his head as Miss Leona came back into the light, the whip wrapped around her shoulder. She held a large dildo and a white bottle.

"Oh, shit no!" Kyle cried, yanking against the chains as hard as he could. "No you don't!"

"Oh yes I do, Mr. Parkley. Yes I do." Miss Leona slowly strode around to his back, letting him watch her apply the lubricant to the dildo. He felt her stroke his tailhole, and his tail shot up automatically. She took a leather band from a table in the darkness and bound his tail to the chain binding his left arm.

"Please stop...!" Kyle pleaded, struggling with the chains.

"If you want me to stop, say 'Please stop, mistress'."

Whispered Miss Leona, over his shoulder.

"Please stop, mistress!"

"Good. But, no." Kyle felt the dildo pressed to his tailhole, then...A bolt of pain shot through his body, driving him erect again.

"Oh, you're quite loose for a virgin." Miss Leona laughed, sliding the dildo in and out slowly. "Quite loose. Have you lied to Mielee?"

"I never said anything about...!" Kyle broke off into a wail of pain as an electric shock tensed his muscles.

"Never lie to Miss Leona, or she'll shock you again!"

"I really never...!" Another electric shock coursed through him.

"You're lying!"

"No!" Another shock. Kyle felt his cock throbbing in time with his heart. The dildo was pushed as far as it would go into him, and Miss Leona wrapped the cord under him, to come to the front. She walked over, and tapped Kyle in the nose with the controller.

"Now, if you tell me correct things, I do this." She pressed one button, and the dildo started vibrating. It felt so good Kyle couldn't help but moan. "But if you lie...I do this." She pressed another button, and another shock ran through him. "But you probably don't care. Now, are you a virgin?"

"N-no!" Kyle stammered, panting. He was covered in sweat, gleaming under the surgical light. A click from the remote made the vibrator go off, and his back arched as he moaned. It ended too soon for Kyle, though.

"Now, Mr. Parkley, are you a Nejirina?"

"A-A what?"

"A Nejirina. Commonly known as a tentacle fiend."

"No..." The electric shock button clicked, and Kyle tensed. He felt himself close to orgasm, but as soon as the pain faded, so did the feeling.

"Are you a Nejirina?" Miss Leona calmly repeated.

"I don't know!" He waited for the shock, but instead the vibration started. He clenched his fists, groaning as the tiny motor in the vibrator gave him immense pleasure. It ended quickly, though. He panted, willing with all his body for the vibrator to start again.

"That's better. Have you ever, and I mean ever, lost memory?"

"Yes." Replied Kyle. The vibrator clicked on once more, and just as it shut off, he was so close to coming his cock pulsed like he was going to, but only a few drops of pre dripped from his meat.

"Oh, you're about to come, aren't you?" Miss Leona said, smiling and taking a bit of the transparent liquid on her gloved finger. She sniffed it a few times, then licked it off. "Oh, yes you are. Okay, then. Guess we'll have one more fun question." Kyle cracked open his Gray eyes, mouth barely parted as he spoke.

"Please mistress, just make me come." He pleaded.

"Just make you come? Alright then." She pressed a third button on the remote, and Kyle's muscles tensed violently. He screamed, both in pain and pleasure. He came the hardest in his life, and Miss Leona barely dodged the come. It spattered across the floor, a shade of violet against the dark stone.

"You are a Nejirina!" Wondered Miss Leona, eyes wide. She hurried over to the dark corner, and a click sounded. Kyle panted in the chains, spent and dripping with sweat. "Brother! You must come now!"

"What is it?" Another voice crackled over what Kyle assumed to be an intercom.

"Mr. Parkley is..."

"Quiet, sis." The voice was but a low hiss. "I will be there in a few moments, I have someone in my office."

"Alright."

"Keep him entertained."

"Yes, brother." The intercom clicked, and Miss Leona came back into the light. She went around to his back, and pulled the dildo out slowly. Kyle gritted his teeth, bathing in the feeling it had as it came out. She wiped the instrument off with a rag, and went back into the shadows.

"Mr. Parkley, how long have you know yourself to be a Nejirina?"

"I never did know." Kyle replied, still panting a bit.

"You never masturbated?"

"I did, but the come was never that color." He stared at the semen on the stone floor. It was still violet.

"Strange, very strange." Miss Leona came back into the light. She watched Kyle hang there, a thoughtful expression on her face. "How many times have you came in one day?"

"I don't remember."

"Come now. You must have tested yourself once in your life."

"No. I haven't."

"You are a very strange individual, Mr. Parkley. You show many of the traits of a Nejirina, but not all." Miss Leona unwrapped the whip from around her shoulder. "Let's see if we can get those tentacles from you." She whipped him viciously across the chest. His back arched, and he came erect again. She whipped again, across the stomach. He badly wanted to stroke himself, to masturbate as she whipped him. Again she whipped him. He groaned, his cock so erect it hurt.

"There. It looks like you're ready." Miss Leona tossed the whip aside, kneeling before him. She licked his cock from base to tip, lingering on the tip. Kyle shivered, moaning as her rough tongue stimulated him. Suddenly, she stood and looked him straight in the Gray eyes. "Mr. Parkley, I never told you to make any sound!" She kneed him in the stomach, knocking him back a bit. The air was driven from him, his arms jolted as the chains reached their limit. He swung slightly, coughing.

"Now, let's try this again." She kneeled again, this time taking the entirety of his cock into her mouth. Slowly she sucked, massaging it with her tongue as Kyle bit his lip, eyes shut and fists clenched. Miss Leona gasped, pulling back.

"You did that, didn't you?" She asked.

"W-what, mistress?" Kyle panted.

"You moved it. It moved!"

"I didn't,"

"Do it again."

"I don't know how! It just happens!" Miss Leona laughed her high laugh again.

"Let's make it do it again!" She surged forward, taking his neck with both hands. She bit him hard, drawing blood and making him cry out. He felt something stirring in his wrists, almost like five large worms under his skin. Pain flared in his wrists, like something was cutting him. Miss Leona clawed down his chest, and he cried out as the pain in his wrists flared to a new height. It stopped suddenly as he felt the worms burst out, spattering blood across the chains. A light-green tentacle nudged the side of Miss Leona's face, and she released his neck.

"They show themselves..." She murmured, licking one of the tentacles. It forced its way into her mouth, making her gag a moment. The others simply hung limp, and the ones on his right wrist spiraled down his arm. One reared up, trying to force its way into his own mouth. He pulled away from it, cursing.

"Hell no. I can't suck my own dick!" He hissed, moving his head as the tentacle shot forward. It turned in midair, worming into his mouth. It tasted of salt and spice, and it was slightly rough. Kyle felt their pleasure as his own, the wet thrusting of the one in Miss Leona's mouth and the slow intrusion of the one in his own.

"I see you got them to show themselves." Said a voice from the darkness.