The cruelty of dawn and all that it represented was a thing that some people cannot bear. When life is wonderful, happy; the dawn is glorious. Each new day begins with a promise of more amazing adventures.

However, for those who were trapped in a situation that they did not desire, the coming of dawn could cause someone to cut a rather tragic figure if an outside observer were to gaze upon them.

One such tragic figure stood before a door. There were no decorations or any special symbols to separate it from any other door in the house. However, it stood resolute as the final safeguard that the lonely figure could use against giving in to her worst fears.

Mindi's tentacles curled slowly around her legs and she bit her lower lip. Fretful eyes red-rimmed from falling tears, and blood-shot from both the wine and the vodka, gazed upon that simple door for what seemed an eternity.

Her fingers curled into fists. Her body shook. Every time she lifted her hand to knock on that door, or to press the door buzzer, she froze. Was this really what she wanted? Hell no! She wanted no part of the bastard. Her hand would fall after thinking such a thing. She would stand there for a while shaking in rage.

She took too long. During a sudden urge to try to knock once more the door opened and John appeared before her in his immaculately well-kept glory. Severe, emotionless, a toaster with a dick; John was everything she hated in a man.

He looked her in the eyes. Oh how she hated the fact that he did that. He did not glance at her chest or make a crude remark like a normal man. John merely looked at her, studied her like she was some rare species of tropical fish. Pretty, but not particularly interesting beyond the topic of biology and rarity.

"It is morning, Mindi," said John.

Her lower tentacles involuntarily clenched. He did not even greet her, merely reminded her that she had a decision to make. She could not accept a man like that. "Yes."

"Is your decision made?" he asked her coolly.

She started to say something snarky, something mean spirited and entirely true. But the sudden cramp that arose in her abdomen told her the cold reality that she faced. He was not a man that she desired, but she did need someone to attend to her needs soon.

He gazed at her with his cool expression and she turned her head to the side. "Fine. You win, dammit. Just don't look at me."

His eyebrow rose into the air, but he said nothing. He merely took a step back and gestured for her to enter the room.

While Mindi entered the room, John began to catalog the events that needed to occur. She was willing to accept her role, but her particular quirk was that she did not want their eyes to meet. A strange custom to be certain, but he did recall such things as part of his studies.

"What now?" asked Mindi.

John closed the door then gazed upon her for a moment. There was an obvious way to meet her needs. "Turn around and kneel on the floor in preparation."

Mindi glared hatefully at him briefly then did as her master bid. The bastard was already treating her like a damned animal. The kraken's teeth ground together as she lowered herself to the ground and sat there on her knees while she faced away from him.

The mage had a duty to perform, as distasteful as it was. He moved toward her and began to inspect his property. He knelt behind her and studied the curvature of her back, the sleek tautness of her muscles, and the subtle interplay of her vital energies as they moved along the pathways of her body.

Mindi made an uncomfortable noise. She was a little frustrated. What was that damned toaster-mage doing? Get on with it already!

John analyzed the creature before him and noticed that her energies concentrated around her tentacles were indicative of muscular strain. Of course, those same muscles would be responsible for bearing the load of her oddly human breasts.

What was it that he had heard? Did not human women experience crippling back pain at times if their breasts were too large? The poor creature before him no doubt suffered greatly from her overly developed mammaries. Clearly she could feed a small village with such bounty. Such wasteful architecture. It was not an efficient design in the slightest.

He learned a bit about using the energies of the body to give comfort to his minions. Perhaps that was the true problem that Mindi dealt with on a daily basis. Was her bad attitude due to her overly large breasts causing her to be imbalanced? Absurd. Her biological structure was many times more capable than a human woman. Still, there might be merit to that assessment.

John elected to take a similar tactic with Mindi as he had done with Tera. He began to manipulate the energy flow through the muscles of her back. Even if her breasts were highly inefficient, that was no reason not to ease the tension. Perhaps her attitude would improve in the process? Yes, it was a worthy hypothesis. He decided to test it.

His was a mind that saw the world through analysis, puzzles to be solved. Mindi was a riddle that challenged him, and he needed to unravel her meaning.

She blinked then gasped a little as she felt a strange sense of warmth in her back. "What are you doing?"

"Solving a mystery," replied John in a flippant manner. An animal such as Mindi would not comprehend his actions. Why bother explaining them to her?

A trill of pleasure skittered up her spine and she gasped loudly once more. "You... mystery? What mystery?"

"The riddle of Mindi." he retorted before dragging his finger slowly along a particular section of her back. He was forced to lightly stroke the place where her upper left tentacle met her back.

Mindi gasped loudly. Her breasts thrust upward in both excitement and surprise. "W-what are you doing!"

John was at a crucial step in the process and did not want to ruin his progress by accidentally moving his hands in an inefficient manner. He answered with a gentle whisper since full speech might cause him to lose more of his focus. "Be silent."

Her mouth gaped open for a moment, but words did not come out. She hated herself immediately, she had followed his command without hesitation.

The energy patterns on her back shifted, so John moved his hands to her sides and lightly stroked the pathways along the sides of her ribs. His gentle motions caused her to shiver. Unbidden, a moan escaped her lips.

John looked at the energy pattern and realized that he was partially right at least. Something about her breasts was taking up a large amount of her bodies' energetic focus. He realized that she must be holding tension there for some reason.

He leaned forward but could not get a good look at her front. She had asked that he service her needs without looking at her, so it was burdensome. The jellyfish obviously knew what was necessary to maintain her sanity. It was best to comply with her wishes in this matter. Yet, that presented a quandary. How did he see her breasts when he had to look at her from behind? If he went to get a mirror it would only cause him to start over as her energies would return to normal unless he completed his steps.

A thought crossed his mind. There was a way, though it would present him with difficulties. John slid forward and poked his head up over Mindi's shoulder so that he could try to look down. Before she began to complain, his hands moved to her breasts and he slowly began to manipulate them in order to relieve the strange tension that had built there.

Mindi moaned loudly then closed her eyes. Was he really doing this? Since when did a toaster know how to embrace a woman and even nuzzle her shoulder with his chin? Was he trying to be sweet to her? This bastard was dangerous!

"Ah, there it is," said John softly as he gently rolled her left nipple between his thumb and index finger. He thought that perhaps twisting her nipple would help alleviate the tension.

Mindi whimpered softly, two of her tentacles slipped downward and began to tentatively slide along the top of his thighs. The other tentacles moved forward and gripped the edge of the bed.

John noticed her odd motions and wondered if perhaps he was being inefficient. He was focused on massaging the tension from her breasts and did not want to interrupt that momentum. He spoke in a soft and relaxing voice. "Is this what you need?"

"B-bastard..." she whispered back. How dare he ask her such a thing? She would not give him the satisfaction of admitting anything!

He was slightly taken aback. He had been certain that this was what she needed. He was at a loss. "No? What do you want me to do, Mindi?"

She bit her lower lip and her nostrils flared. No. No! She refused to give in to this blackmail. "You don't know?" She turned her head away and she made an annoyed sound. The bastard always acted like he knew!

John leaned his lips closer to her ear because she had turned it, and softly said. "Tell me what you need."

"Gasoline and a match," she muttered.

John blinked. That was unexpected. Why would she need either of those things? He continued to massage her overly tense breasts for a moment while he considered her request. After a moment, he realized what she must have meant. She was cold!

He made a curious noise. He could warm her up using her energies, but where was that meridian? "Ah, of course." His right hand slid down and began to slowly caress her abdomen just above her maidenhood.

Mindi closed her eyes tight. Fight it girl! Fight it! Dammit, a penis-toaster wasn't supposed to be able to know these things! She could not help herself after a moment, a soft moan escaped her lips and her hips bucked a little. It was so unfair. Her body was becoming so hot, and the cramps were getting worse.

Johns circling fingers slide down further to increase the flow of heat. Mindi bit her lower lip and tried to fight the feelings that were flowing through her body. He had barely touched her, but somehow her hateful master was driving her crazy.

"Is that better? Do you want more heat?" he asked her in a tone that was flat, but soft. She heard it as a throaty masculine purr in her ear. Her mind had already begun to fall prey to her growing desires.

"M-more?" she asked with a confused whisper. He could do more? Why wasn't he doing more, already?

His fingers obliged and moved down to tease the entrance to her maidenhood. Within its confines there were several places that he could manipulate that would greatly increase her body heat. John was not completely practiced at manipulating that area despite recent taming sessions. Without the ability to look at it directly from a proper angle, he was forced to slowly trace the entrance in order to locate the opening.

Mindi made a sharp gasp. The gasp became a confused squeak when two of her master's fingers slipped between her folds.

"Don't worry. I'll make your temperature rise," said John in her ear. "Do let me know if I make you too hot, though."

"OK..." said Mindi, her eyes opened quickly then closed half way as the toaster-mage began to lightly stroke her inner walls with his finger.

"Ah... Ahhn..." she moaned and whimpered as John's fingers flexed around in an attempt to find the right spot.

It was difficult. He would have much preferred to look at the area directly. He had to resort to questioning her. "Does this make you feel hot?" he asked after finding a promising spot.

"Ah-ahhhn!" Her head flew back and her tentacles pulled the bed toward them slightly.

John could feel her body heat rising now. It was obviously working. He began to administer to her needs with ever increasing vigor. Soon his fingers were moving in a strong circular manner as he massaged her inner walls.

Mindi gasped. Her breasts thrust upward and her ass pressed back against him. She could already feel it building inside of her. The thing that she needed for quite some time now.

John vigorously caressed her maidenhood and slowly manipulated her breasts. His warm breath tickled her ear, and soon Mindi just closed her eyes and gave in to her defeat. The bastard had won.

Fluids gushed freely from between her thighs as her vagina clenched at John's fingers. John was a little surprised by what he saw. Was this amount normal? Had he injured her?

"So much came out," he said softly against her ear, "It's like a fountain."

"Don't tease me..." she whispered. How dare he say such a thing!

John's fingers never ceased stroking her sex. Before he could ask her what she would prefer, she gasped loudly once more and even more fluid came out. Her pussy convulsed around his fingers like a hungry beast of the wild attempting to devour its prey. "Careful. I'll need those fingers later."

Mindi grumbled about him teasing her once more then said something barely audible. John asked her to speak up. "I said... I hate you."

"What?" asked John curiously. Where did that come from? She had an aberrant mind, but that was to be expected from a jellyfish with tits.

Mindi mistook his meaning as a request for further submission and she slowly ground out the words. "I hate you, Master."

"I understand," he said without even a hint of concern in his voice. It was not like he had not known of her dislike. Why did she see fit to remind him now?

Mindi snorted loudly. "I doubt it."

John continued to massage her pussy while holding her close. What was most efficient for him was far too sweet and romantic for Mindi. "Master we should stop..." mumbled Mindi.

"Hmm? Very well. Go get cleaned up. We'll eat breakfast soon," said John as if it were a matter of course.

The kraken muttered something inaudible but obviously hateful and rose to her feet. Sexual fluids slipped down her thighs in thick rivulets of still unrequited arousal.

She started toward the door in anticipation of the hated walk of shame that some girls experienced after their first time with a new master. John called out to her, however. He had seen her dripping and thought it would be unseemly for her to trail sexual fluids throughout the house. All he said to her was, "You should shower here. I don't want to see you go out there that way."

Mindi, just like all of the girls before her, misinterpreted his words as a desire to be both commanding and sweet. Her pussy twitched a little, but she said nothing.

The kraken skittered over to the bathroom door then glanced at John over her shoulder briefly. She granted him a short glimpse of her sensual curves and naked ass just to try and spite him a little.

"Do you want me?" asked John, misinterpreting her action as a desire for his assistance. It was her time after all. He expected her to do his bidding, but the social contract dictated that he attend to her needs both erotic and otherwise. It was a master and servant relationship, but only as long as he performed his duties just as she performed hers.

Mindi's lips curled, her nostrils flared, and she acquired an expression that made her seem like she had smelled something terrible. She practically slammed the door.

"I suppose not," said the mage before he glanced down at the wet spot on the floor. He walked over to his nightstand and added another thing to his future list of needs. It was a reminder to buy a heavy duty tarp. Mindi was a water-type after all. He should have known that something like this might happen.

Practical needs attended to, John realized that he needed to use the rest room. Mindi was using his, and it was still her time till she left the room. He opted to leave her to her own devices and head off to handle his business.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom Mindi did her best to wash away the feelings that tortured her body. She was still hot all over from what he had done. "I can't believe that bastard... Twice and he didn't even... Just his damned fingers!"

She bit down on one of her tentacles a little to hide her scream of frustration. She refused to fall for that hidden smoothness that he had. He fooled them all along with that damned toaster routine! Where had he learned to touch a woman? What woman would want him?

After she finished her shower and she toweled off, she stood in front of the mirror and glared hatefully at herself. Her tentacles began to move erratically, a subconscious motion due to her frustration and anger.

She bit her lower lip for a moment then scowled. "He didn't win! He'll never really be my master," she declared.

Her pussy twitched a little, as though it sought to deny her words. She snapped her head down and shouted, "Damned traitor!" Her tentacle reacted upon an unvoiced instinct and whipped up between her thighs and slapped her vagina, hard.

Mindi cried out in pain and fell to the floor. She gasped loudly and then whimpered as she felt pain all though her vaginal area. "Dammit..."

She felt stupid, betrayed, and horny. The first two were fine, but the last one just made the first two worse. Even now her traitorous vagina called out for her master. Come to me. Fuck me. Make me feel like an honest woman who became dishonest. Her vagina was rather chatty that way.

Mindi took a moment to collect herself then dragged her silly ass off the floor and hobbled to the door. She could not quite walk straight. In fact, she sort of waddled like a duck.

Mindi and John passed each other on the way. He noticed her strange ambulation. "Are you injured?"

"I'm fine," she said through clenched teeth.

Tera and Kara happened to be in the next room over and overhead the conversation. When John asked. "Are you certain? I might have hurt you. I am not experienced in that manner."

"I'm fine!" snapped Mindi.

"Fair enough," said John. If she said she was fine, who was he to judge? As long as she could perform her duties her strangeness was her concern.

He went back inside and Mindi duck-waddled toward her room in shame. However, she passed Tera and Kara on the way. Their eyes met, briefly and the girls stood motionless for a moment.

Tera spoke up. "What.... Happened?"

"Nothing," said Mindi before looking away.

"Did master do that?" asked Kara.

"No," growled the kraken. She started to waddle away. "My pussy is a traitor and it was punished."

"What did you two do—" began Kara. She was obscenely curious.

"Just go ask him your damned self you sluts. I need an ice pack and a nap," snapped the girl. She had the hangover from hell and now she had to duck waddle because her vagina was an idiot.

Kara glanced at Tera. Tera glanced at Kara. They stood up at the same time and then rushed over to John's door. They knocked politely then waited for him to answer. "Yes, do you need something?"

"We've been bad!" exclaimed Tera.

"Our pussies have betrayed you!" proclaimed Kara.

They both leaned forward and exclaimed, "Please punish us, master!"

John's eyebrow rose upward. Had he missed something? This didn't seem quite normal. Tera's personality was a bit volatile and could go from angry to sweet in a heartbeat. It was Kara who seemed truly strange. She was especially cheerful for some reason. She rarely showed this level of emotion about anything. In fact, her eyes were practically ablaze with joy and some other unknowable emotion.

Before he could say anything, Honey wandered into the area. "Has Honey been bad?" she asked. Having heard the tail-end of the conversation, she was uncertain of what was going on.

"Yes!" cried Tera, before reaching over and snatching Honey toward her. "Honey needs to be punished, too."

Honey blinked then noticed how cheerful the other girls were. Something seemed off about the situation, but as long as everyone was happy then she was happy. "If Honey is bad, John should punish her."

John stared at the girls one at a time. Was it truly possible for him to ever understand the aberrant thought processes of these creatures? Why did they demand punishment while showing such jubilant excitement? Demi-Humans, they needed a proper instruction manual.