The school bell rang, giving the signal to the end of another day for the students. Each one exiting the building and campus grounds to head to their own personal destinations. While as the previous day there was one girl everyone gave a generous amount of distance to, she seemed to notice it less now. Filia walked out of the school grounds with a new smile on her face as she pulled her white hat out of her bag and held it out, a strand of her black hair taking it to pull it onto her head and cover itself.
"You seem pretty chipper today." Samson noted as Filia walked with a strong and happy gait that was distinctly different from yesterday's more reserved trudge out on to the streets.
"Well it's a nice day after all. Full of possibilities." Filia said with a smile.
"Right... well I'm glad you're feeling good." Samson replied. He'd been far more quiet with her since the previous night where Filia had come into a large amount of money by chance and had used it to get a hotel room. One that she had taken full advantage of to pleasure herself in ways she rarely ever got the chance to enjoy. Though the urge had been unbearable after she'd found that unique Deep Violet super hero comic book that was less of a comic and more like a series of pornographic images. So much so that it wasn't ignored by Samson who helped her to relieve herself of that stress. Showing Filia some of these possibilities she hadn't considered before.
Before her were a couple of students she had seen the previous day as well. A boy and a girl walking arm in arm together. Previously the feeling of longing had been so intense it nearly broke her heart seeing things like this that she couldn't ever have herself. But now with these new possibilities in mind she took a chance on claiming some joy for herself. "Hey Samson, can I hold your hand?"
"My... hand?" Samson asked, not really having something like that but he could mimic it. "I suppose so if that's what you want."
"Please?" Filia asked again, holding up her left hand and spreading out the fingers. She felt one of his tendrils work its way down her arm, spiraling around it to make it less noticeable to passers by and the end spread apart to mimic a hand. Clasping around her own as their fingers intertwined. When she felt the grip it made something in her chest flutter and she couldn't help but smile.
"This good?" Samson asked hesitantly.
"Yeah... that's great. Thank you."
"Sure thing, kid." Samson replied, though his voice had a tone of concern. "Just didn't expect it. Was the first time you asked for something like that."
"Well we're already together all the time, right? Why not walk hand in hand?"
"Isn't that like, reserved for a boyfriend or something?"
"Maybe it is?" Filia said, still unable to prevent the smile from crossing her face, feeling the grip between her fingers.
"Hey, we walked by the train station." Samson commented as Filia continued on the sidewalk. "Got another place in mind we're headed to?"
"Just a little detour, you don't mind right?"
"They're your feet, you can walk them where you want." Samson agreed and Filia took that as permission. There wasn't a whole lot Samson could do to stop her if she really wanted to go somewhere but it felt nice to be on the same page as him. As she walked there were those that took notice of the strange black tangle that wrapped down from her head to her hand but she paid it no mind. A feeling of odd confidence with the grip in her fingers. It was also nice that she was heading to a place that often welcomed her ever since she'd lost her memory.
"You can let go now, Samson. Thank you." Filia said, the hand in hers retreating back under her hat as she entered the small shop. The bell rang as she entered, other young people of various ages in the store looking at magazines and comics that were lining the walls and sitting in boxes waiting to be purchased. She didn't see a lot of girls come into here like herself but there were enough that it didn't make her feel odd for doing it. Much like everywhere else though she could feel eyes on her that were either looking at what she might be hiding under her hat or what she might be hiding under her skirt. Making her way with purpose she found the spot in the store where the Deep Violet comic books were kept and picked up the last three she had missed.
"Oh, using that pocket change for some entertainment?" Samson asked and she felt happy hearing him sound excited.
"Yep, we have enough for a little bit so I thought we deserved it." She said to the voice under her hat, causing some of the eyes enjoying the view of her to turn away. Whether it was out of fear or disgust she didn't know but today at least it didn't bother her as much. Walking back to the front of the store the older man sitting behind the counter with thick glasses and a white beard greeted her.
"Well if it isn't Ms. Filia. Come to catch up on some adventures?"
"Yep, I have!" Filia said cheerfully. The store owner was always nice to her. Maybe because she was a consistent customer or possibly because he was just a nice man. Either way she was grateful for it. "I fell behind a little bit but I'm going to catch up tonight."
"Good to hear it, I'll ring those up for you then." As he took the three magazines from her Filia glanced around herself. No one was waiting in line behind her and no one was looking her way either at this moment. While she'd faced a number of dangerous and trying situations since she joined with Samson that tested her courage, this next action still made her hesitate.
"Um... sir?" Filia began, the clerk looking her way. "There was another comic I was wondering about."
"Oh? Did you need help finding it?"
"Yeah, I don't think it's on the shelves though." Filia began and she heard a small bit of panic from Samson under her hat.
"Kid you're not really gonna ask him about-" he whispered as lowly as he could but Filia's hands were already in motion. Reaching into her bag and handing the clerk the pornographic comic of Deep Violet she found on the train.
"I was wondering if you um... if you knew where I could buy more... of these?" She asked, Filia barely able to keep eye contact as she spoke and blushing fiercely with the question. It took a moment of studying the cover for the clerk to even understand what he was looking at and after he opened the pages it became clear.
"Oh! Oh my." The clerk said aloud, making Filia blush even harder.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked this of you! I'll just take those three and I'll... I'll leave!" Filia stammered, wondering why she'd ever thought this was a good idea. The clerk let out a sigh and closed the magazine he'd been handed, laying it face down on the counter and sliding it back to Filia. Who was more than eager to hide it in her bag again.
"Hmm... Well, where did you get that one?" The clerk asked and Filia felt a shame like she was being questioned by a parental figure.
"I... just found it. On the train under the seats." Filia confessed.
"Just leaving that laying around like an old newspaper, huh? Some people got no respect for print these days, regardless of what it is." The clerk commented to himself while Filia was gripping her bag in both hands as she couldn't look up at his face anymore. "Well... as far as I know there's only one other one."
"There's another one!?" Filia asked, her head snapping up to attention as her hopes suddenly rose.
"Sure thing, but listen here now. I don't know why a sweet young thing like yourself would be so interested in this stuff. And I ain't gonna ask personal questions about it either. If I give this to you, don't go telling everyone you got it from me, understand?" The clerk said and Filia nodded her head excitedly. "Okay, so here's the thing. This magazine isn't exactly mass produced media, so the price tag is a little bigger. Altogether for everything it's going to come out to twenty-one dollars."
"Twenty one dollars for some magazines!?" Filia heard Samson barely contain himself under her hat. "Are you kidding me with that price?" He had a point, it might not have seemed like much to some people but for a person like her that meant a lot of small meals, a lot of uses at the laundromat and a lot of opportunities spent on a single piece of entertainment.
"I can afford it." Filia answered, reaching into her bag and setting the money on the counter. The old clerk sighed and put her comics into a bag, reaching down below the counter and lifting up a fourth that he slipped inside as well. Handing it to her, Filia slipped it into her school bag as if she was hiding something illegal. "Thank you! Um... Thank you very much. For your understanding."
"Well I always try to help a customer. Be safe out there, little lady."
"Of course!" Filia agreed, heading out of the store and practically feeling the burn of a blush on her cheeks. Once they were outside Samson finally spoke up.
"Nearly gave me a heart attack when you asked that old geezer for that mag." Samson said to her. "And twenty one dollars for comics? I know we've got a lot of dough right now but that's steep ain't it?"
"I'm sorry, Samson. It's just... I really wanted this for myself." Filia confessed, knowing that it was an unusual thing to want for a girl and maybe even improper. But after the first one she was eager to see what more could be out there to explore.
"Well it ain't my place to tell you how to enjoy yourself or spend your money. So feel free to have some fun."
"Thank you, Samson. For understanding too." Filia said, needing that from him more than from the rest of the world around them.
"Hey now, you're my host. If there's anyone I should understand it's you." It was a strange thing to think about seeing as how he was literally attached to her but she still felt comfort in those words. Walking farther down the road Filia found the next train station along the track and they boarded it without much fuss. With the time they had spent at the magazine store the cars had cleared out from the normal assortment of students that would have been leaving at this time. Which was exactly what Filia had been hoping for as she headed to the back of the train to take a seat by herself. Looking around to be sure no one was sitting near her, she opened up her bag and thumbed through the comics in it, pulling out her new naughty addition.
"Wow." Filia couldn't help herself from saying aloud, seeing the cover image of Deep Violet for this magazine was her on her knees with ropes tied around her body in a very intricate manner. A gag wrapped around her mouth in her lips. Letting out a small breath she took another look around the train car to make sure no one saw what she was looking at and decided to open the book up.
Much like her previous magazine, the opening page had Deep Violet looking as if she'd lost a battle, on the ground with her arms tied up behind her back. Flipping to the next she was now hanging from a rope that dangled her from an unseen ceiling. A hand from out of frame reaching out and peeling off one of the loose coverings on her breast to reveal the nipple beneath. Filia swallowed a lump in her throat, noticing that this issue seemed to be comfortable with moving to the more erotic contents even faster than the first. The next page had Deep Violet no longer hanging by a single rope tied around her wrists but now with her arms tied up above her with a rope that stretched around some kind of concrete looking pole. Like the kind she'd seen in parking structures or under bridges for supports. Her legs were tied to it as well and now both of the coverings on her breasts had been removed. The same hand from off frame gripping her breast in his fingers.
The train lurched to a halt as it lost momentum for the next stop and Filia quickly closed the magazine, laying it face down in her lap on top of her book bag. Looking up she watched passengers get on and off the train all the while hoping no one would decide to sit anywhere near her. When the train doors did close again Filia noted she was breathing heavier than before and she wasn't sure if it was the excitement of the magazine or the stress of being caught that caused this. Though oddly she was enjoying the excitement itself to a degree.
Once the train started to move again Filia picked up her magazine and began reading once more. Or rather admiring the pictures as there was no dialogue to read. The next image had Deep Violet on the ground, tied up in intricate bondage that wrapped the ropes around her breasts to make them raise up and now with her bottoms pulled down to her thighs, exposing her ass. Eagerly Filia flipped to the next page where she was still tied up in this manner, though the erotic imagery was growing more extreme as a hand was placed on her head and pushing a cock into her lips. Filia felt her own tongue lick her lips and suddenly looked up as if to make sure no one was aware of what she just did. Moving to the next page the hands were gripping Deep Violet's breasts from the either side and squeezing a cock between them. Though it was even more graphic as there was semen shooting out of the cock onto her face as she looked away in surprise and disgust. Filia's eyes kept on this image longer than the previous ones, looking over the details of her fictional hero's body exposed and used for pleasure. Covered in a man's cum over her face and breasts. One of her hands raised up to rub her face, thinking of what that must feel like. Not just the hot fluid on her skin but the restraints against them.
Turning the page again the next image was even more provocative. Another very intricate binding of ropes around her body as she was lifted up off the ground in a way that tied her arms behind her back, each leg however was also tied to be held up off the ground, spreading her legs apart and exposing her pussy. Filia's thighs rubbed together as she looked at the image more closely, the gag in Deep Violet's mouth was tight enough that there were marks of drool seeping down from her lips and an equal amount of wetness from between her legs. Exposed and helpless like that should have been a scary thought but it was instead making Filia feel more excited. Was that weird of her? She was already stranger than most people so doesn't that mean if she was a little weirder in some ways that it wouldn't be a problem?
"Hey kid." Samson's voice spoke up and it cut through her fantasies like a knife as Filia closed up the book and dropped it into her lap in one smooth motion. "If we're staying at the motel again, it's coming up soon."
"Y-yeah, right. Thank you, Samson." Filia replied, slipping the magazine back into her book bag and waiting for the train to come to a stop. Once it had and the doors opened she rose to her feet and swiftly exited the train, moving off the platform into the city streets once more. To her relief there weren't men looking to stop her as she traveled on her own this time but somehow she felt like more people were staring at her than usual. Was that really the case or was she just paranoid over her recent fascination with these magazines she'd come into possession of? Walking swiftly and with purpose Filia found herself at the same motel from the previous night, checking in for a room again that she could stay in till the next morning and making her way there once the key was in her hand.
Walking into the room Filia closed the door behind her, taking a moment to close the blinds to the window as well while also turning on the radio next to the bed for some background noise. Once she was certain she was completely out of sight of the rest of the world, Filia set her bag down on the bed and sat on the end of it as well, swallowing a lump in her throat as she was preparing to confront the thought that had been in her mind for most of the day. "Hey, Samson?"
"What's up, kid? Thinking about dinner?"
"No, not actually. I thought you could decide what we get tonight."
"Oh yeah? You don't mind?"
"It's fine, I'm okay with you getting to decide what you want too." Filia said, kicking her shoes off of her feet. "Um... speaking of things you want. What do you think about girls?"
"Girls? I mean... guess I don't think too much about 'em unless we're fighting one of them y'know?" Filia did realize that oddly a lot of the people she'd come to find as her opponents were often women. But maybe that wasn't so odd as the Skullheart was something only a woman could use.
"Well, besides that. Is there a specific kind of girl that you prefer?"
"Prefer like what? You mean being attached to?" The fact he wasn't getting where she was leading this conversation to was frustrating for Filia but she persisted.
"Sure, why not? What kind of girl do you prefer being stuck to?"
"Huh... I guess I didn't give it a whole lot of thought before. Where I go is sort of wherever the opportunity drops me at the time."
"That so?" Filia asked, looking at the carpet of the floor and kicking her feet a little. "Since you ended up attached to me due to whatever opportunity led you to that... Do you regret it?"
"Hmm... y'know, the only thing I regret about it was you losing your memories." Samson admitted. "If we coulda been together like this without you having to deal with all that, I'd be just fine with it."
"Yeah? Really?"
"Sure thing, but why are you asking all of this now? I know I might not be the best to have around all the time but we're sorta stuck like this."
"It isn't that I think you're bad to have around. Actually, I don't really mind having a friend with me all the time." Filia confessed, taking one of the strands of black hair and twirling it around her fingers.
"You know it's because of me you don't have many other people around you now, right?" Samson asked her directly, sounding regretful in the question.
"I know... but there's nothing we can do about that. Still..." Her other hand rose up to grip onto the thick strand that her finger had wrapped around. "There is something we can do for each other."
"Filia, listen, I'm not sure a sweet girl like you should be involved like that with-"
"I don't really have a choice, do I?" Filia cut him off. "We are 'involved' with each other. That's just part of it. So... what, am I not attractive enough to you to consider me?"
"What!? Hold on a second, it ain't nothing like that. You know you're a beaut. Heck I gotta slap guys off of you every other day they try to make so many moves on you."
"So then... Why not keep me company tonight?" Filia offered.
"...you know I'm not a normal kinda 'man' when it comes down to it, right?"
"Am I a normal girl anymore?" Filia asked. "Besides, you enjoyed last time right?" Filia asked, unbuttoning the front of her school uniform.
"That... y'know... I saw you wanted some help... so I just-"
"I have needs too, you know? As a woman. I get so pent up, just for a touch from someone that I've thought about doing things for money before. Like those men asked me the other night." Filia confessed and she could feel Samson's face contort to a look of shock on the back of her head. "But I don't want to do that, I want it to be with someone I trust." She pulled one of the strands of hair between her cleavage, letting it rest against the skin of her breasts that peeked over the top of her bra. "Will you be that someone?"
"...alright, I guess after everything I owe you that much and more. Didn't realize the burden was getting so heavy to bear for you." Samson said. "So, I'm all yours Filia. What is it you want?" Reaching down into her book bag Filia carefully pulled out the new magazine she had bought, flipping to a specific page and handing it up to Samson for him to look at. "Whoa! This is uh... this one's pretty graphic, isn't it?"
"It has a theme for sure." Filia said, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra and carefully remove it off her shoulders and arms while slipping her hands back through the sleeves of her shirt. "Do you... mind it?"
"Well... no, I don't mind it but did you want to get undressed first?" Samson asked and Filia felt her cheeks blush as she shook her head.
"I kinda want to leave my uniform on." She shyly confessed, somehow finding it more exciting with her clothes partially remaining. Samson didn't question it further for her thankfully, instead the tendrils of hair slipped down her body and began to wrap around her. Arms held tight against her sides and her thighs gripped together. She wiggled against the restraints to test them.
"Is that too tight?" Samson asked her with concern.
"No... you can even be a little tighter." Filia confessed, panting slightly at the squeeze around her body. Two of the tendrils came up around her breasts, squeezing them separately and earning a moan from her almost right away. She'd been fantasizing of something like this all day and now that it was coming true her body was giving in to the pleasure immediately. The grip of the tendrils around her breasts made her rub her thighs together and when she saw the thicker tentacle-like appendage appear between her breasts she couldn't help but smile.
Slowly Samson began to stroke his appendage between her breasts, working them up and down against his tentacle while she watched herself be forced to stroke him. Somewhat inspired by the comic Filia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting the saliva drip down off of it between her breasts. The part squeezed between them felt more fleshy than the rest and she wondered if this is how a real cock felt. Working the saliva up in her mouth she continued to let it drip down between her breasts and onto his tentacle.
"Filia... you're really pushing me here." Samson said, sounding more strained than she was used to hearing.
"Don't hold back then." She moaned out. "I want you to enjoy it too." As if having been given permission her breasts were squished harder around his tentacle, pumping against her soft breasts repeatedly. Closing her eyes, Filia left her mouth open as she could feel in him the same pressure he must have been feeling. Her own body shuddered when he finally climaxed, white cum shooting up onto her chin, tongue and over her collar and breasts. Both panting from the orgasm Filia licked up the fluid on her face and found she didn't hate the taste of it in her mouth. "Looks like you were pent up too."
"Sheesh... not often I get to do that." Samson said, sounding out of breath. The straps around Filia's body began to loosen and she missed them somewhat. But it was fine, she had other ideas to try. Standing up from the bed as Samson's strands of hair went slack around her she turned around and picked up the magazine again, flipping through the pages excitedly.
"You're not already worn out are you?" Filia asked.
"Heh... I still have some left in the tank." Samson said, trying to sound confident.
"Good, I want to try this one next." Filia said excitedly, passing the magazine behind herself and showing it to Samson.
"This!? Like... exactly like this?"
"Yeah, you can do it, right?" Filia asked, her voice more flirting and effeminate than she usually made it sound.
"Well... okay, sure, just gimme a second to figure this out." Samson said, putting the magazine down on the bed again as Filia felt the strands of her hair extend outward. One of Samson's gifts was being able to grow and shrink when needed and the long strands of hair reached upwards towards the ceiling while another pair pushed down from below, lifting her off the ground. Extending her arms up she felt the strands wrap around her wrists tightly as she was suspended by them. More tendrils wrapped around her thighs again and she felt the thick, bulging tentacle press between her thighs. Rubbing against her panties as it did.
"Oooh!" Filia let out a surprise yelp. "Mmm... you uh... feel a lot bigger than you first looked."
"Saying things like that to a guy just makes them more excited, you know." Samson warned, the tentacle slipping between her legs and rubbing against her pussy with each thrust. Biting her bottom lip Filia worked hard to keep her moans from growing loud enough to be heard by anyone in the rooms next to them. Though it was difficult as each press against her thighs made her panties grow moist with anticipation. "These thighs are something... I can understand now why everyone is always looking at them."
"You... like... them?" Filia asked, her face smiling at the praise. "You can use them... I want you too..."
"You don't mind if I let loose again?" Samson asked her, Filia's mind was hazy with excitement and lust.
"Wherever you want." Filia groaned, feeling the tentacle slip away from her thighs and suddenly press upward under her skirt. She could feel Samson's tentacle squeezing between her ass cheeks as he kept her suspended in the air. "Hey! I didn't think you'd go there."
"You said wherever I wanted, right?" Samson asked her again and Filia groaned but nodded her head. It felt weird to have him rub her here but she'd be lying if she said it wasn't still good. Flexing her own muscles she tried to squeeze her butt around his tentacle and that seemed to just push him even harder as she suddenly felt the wet, gooey substance shoot out under her skirt and against her ass. As it lowered it continued to shoot out against the back of her thighs as well and Filia groaned as she could feel his release but still needed her own. "Damn... your legs are actually amazing. What a feeling!" As he lowered her down onto the floor Filia stumbled a little on her feet and then pulled her panties off, looking them over to see the back were completely stained from their fun.
"Guess I'll have to see if I can use the laundromat here at the motel tonight." Filia said, letting out a sigh as she went back to the magazine and began to more carefully flip through it now. Looking each page over until she landed on one that satisfied her. "Okay, time for the next one."
"Again!?" Samson asked. "Filia, I don't know how much more I have left in me."
"Well you better have a little more because I need it right now." She demanded, passing the magazine back to him. "Besides, this one should be easy enough."
"Huh, you're sure you want this one?"
"I need this. So much." Filia said, crawling on to the bed and laying on her stomach. "Please don't hold back Samson, I need it all."
"Well if that's what you need I'll be here for you." Samson said, Filia feeling some relief as she felt the tendrils crawl around her arms, holding them behind her back and securing them together. Spreading her legs apart she felt the tendrils on her arms extend out further to wrap around her ankles. Hogtying her on the bed with just enough space to keep her legs apart. Some tension was applied, forcing her back to arch and she groaned in pleasure. Finding that having him restrain her like this was somehow even better than she could have expected. Eventually, at last, she felt the tentacle slip between her thighs and press against her pussy.
"Oh fuck!" Filia suddenly shouted out.
"What, what!?" Samson asked, startled.
"Nothing, I just want it in!"
"Jeez, if you keep shouting like that though, someone's gonna hear..." Samson said. Filia didn't want to wait any longer for her prize though.
"Then gag me! It'll be alright." Filia asked, Samson hesitating at first but eventually wrapping a soft but squishy tendril of hair around her head and over her mouth. "Mmmph. Mmm hmm." Filia nodded and finally felt him penetrate her. "Nnnnnggh! Nnn! Mmmph!" Her moans subsided by the gag Filia didn't hold them back anymore. Letting herself loudly cry out against it as the tentacle dipped in and out of her soaking pussy. It wiggled in deep, thinner at the end and rubbed her in all the right ways. She wasn't sure if it was due to her connection with him or if she was just this hungry for sex that it felt so good but she didn't refuse the contact. Additional tentacles began to crawl on her body, taking on hand-like forms that squeezed her ass and her breasts, making her moan in ecstasy.
Filia's body wiggled and pulled against the restraints and thankfully Samson didn't let go, instead keeping her tied in place as she desired while he fucked her. The room filled with the sound of her own muffled moans and the wet noise of his tentacle cock penetrating her over and over. Drool dripped down her chin and neck from where she sucked around the gag in her mouth and Filia found the feeling strangely delightful. Soaked at both ends and feeling endless pleasure because of it. Once the pleasure began to build Samson's cock moved faster inside of her. Slipping in and out and growing thicker as it did. Filia struggled harder against her bonds and let out a delighted moan when she felt his multiple hands fiercely grip her breasts and ass. Clenching hard around him she climaxed as he dove into her, Samson cumming inside at the same time. Their bodies finally able to share the needed orgasm together.
Panting for air, Filia's muscles relaxed as the restraints on her body loosened and let her lay down on the bed naturally. Rolling over on to her back Filia stared up at the ceiling, letting her lungs fill with air until her chest stopped heaving. Her arms wrapped around herself over her stomach, and to her delight she felt the warm tendrils that had been restraining her moments ago embrace her slowly in an unusual but welcome hug. She smiled, feeling content for the first time in a long time.
"So what do you want for dinner?" Filia asked happily.
"Surprised you can think of food after all that." Samson replied.
"I worked up a big appetite, you know. It's okay if you need some time, it's going to be a while before we can go out anyway. First I need a hot shower and to give my hair a good wash."
"Oooh, you really are treating me nice tonight." Samson said, Filia smirking as she knew a nice shampoo was one of his favorite things.
"Well after that we'll need to find out if this motel has any robes we can borrow or else I'll need to wrap my butt in every spare towel I can get my hands on."
"Whaddya mean by that?"
"Hello? My uniform. I've only got the one and you got it filthy all the way down to my panties."
"You're the one that said you wanted to wear it!" Samson retorted.
"Well... yeah, I felt sexy in it." Filia confessed.
"I can always just become a dress for you for a while if you need me to." Samson offered. "It'll be a little skin tight but no one will see what's going on underneath."
"Suppose that's good enough for the moment. Just don't get frisky with me in public."
"Only if you ask." Samson responded and suddenly Filia was considering if that might be fun or not. Before she let those thoughts carry her any further she picked herself up off the bed and headed for the bathroom, looking to have a nice hot shower after all the fun she'd had tonight.