It seemed to be some kind of fantastic squid, a vast writhing knot of tentacles, some as fine as thread, some as thick as Sareen's wrist. As they slowly uncurled, Sareen saw there was a face in their midst, a beautiful female face with wide, idiot eyes and a gaping, drooling mouth. The face was attached to a short, blunt body that was split by a vertical cuntlike slit.

"What the hell is that thing?" Erion demanded. His voice was harsh, but pleased. Petri had saved his party.

"Do you like it?" Petri purred. "It's the newest model, a Tethys. They can do all sorts of naughty things with those tentacles. But we don't have all day. They don't do well if you keep them too long out of their tanks."

"Let's get to it, then," Erion laughed. A moment later his fingers were digging into Sareen's scalp, holding her steady as the tentacled gybot crept towards her across the carpet.

Since awakening in her new body, Erion had caused her to be fucked and penetrated and molested by a great many different models of gybots, some with penises, some with wings or hooves. But those 'bots had always shown some intelligence, no matter how rudimentary. The Tethys was completely void of anything like intellect. Sareen got a brief glimpse of the thing's mind-she had learned that such sudden snatches of empathy were common among 'bots-and there was virtually nothing there, nothing but a vast, unfillable hunger. It wanted to fill that hunger-and Sareen was the nearest prey to hand.

Sareen cried out as the tentacles brushed across her tits and face. Had she been a normal sort of gybot, she would have lay limp while the Tethys ravaged her. But her old mind fought against the idea, despite all the conditioning-training her body had been subjected to. That, she knew, was why Erion was keeping such a tight grip on her. If she managed to break away and run, it would raise suspicion.

For whatever reason, he wasn't ready to disclose his wife's new identity to the other Holders. Not yet, at any rate.

Within moments, the Tethys was on her, wrapping tentacles round her neck and armless shoulders and dragging itself up into her lap. As imbecilic as the thing was, its tentacles proved as educated as Petri's fingers; they went immediately for the most sensitive spots on Sareen's body. One tendril curled itself around her still-stiff clit, tugging on it with a gentle insistence that soon had Sareen gasping with erotic heat. Other tendrils saw to Sareen's erect nipples, while thicker tentacles broached her cunt and asshole with a slow, demonic insistence. Still other tentacles, reeking of eye-stinging brine, caressed her face and back and the cheeks of her ass.

Though Sareen found the thing's touch repugnant, she couldn't resist it. She rocked back and forth on her knees, moaning with pleasure as tentacle after tentacle pulled her body downward, separating her legs and holding them in position while central body-mass, with its mindless, angelic face climbed atop her stomach. The slit in the thing's bullet-shaped abdomen opened and a warty phallus slid out, unerringly finding its way to Sareen's now sopping twat. The tentacle that had been fucking Sareen retracted suddenly, and she felt the phallus taking its place.

The thing hurt. It pistoned in and out of her with a dull, mechanical rhythm, like the fucking-machines Erion liked to sometimes use on her. The warts on the phallus abraded her inner walls as the Tethys fucked her. The creature's soft lips gibbered and twisted; apparently it was feeling some form of pleasure, and Sareen realized that its peculiar anatomy-a cock that emerged from a cunt, basically-meant that it was literally fucking itself as much as its victim.

Sareen felt her head spinning as she surrendered to the Tethys's rhythms. There must be some kind of venom in the thing's skin, she thought, a poison that had a hallucinogenic effect. The room twisted around her, the leering faces of the guests melting and running like butter. The pleasure now enveloped her entire body and the depths of her mind. Sareen felt her eyes rolling back in her head as the first climax blossomed inside her.