The 16 hr flight to the prestigious paradise high school gave Queenie a very tiresome jet lag, without knowing of course that it took more than 16 hrs for the "flight" to reach the destination. She was completely oblivious that the plane she boarded was not an actual passenger plane but a space craft and it made a pit stop of sorts to an alien ship within the Earth's orbit where her examination took place as part of the interspecies-interstellar trade. On the tarmac, Queenie really felt dizzy as if she is also having a sea sickness at the same time. All she wanted right now was to be in her reserved dormitory and take a rest.

This Shokushu High School boasts the strangest location for an educational establishment, it is centered on a large white sand beach island devoid of any tourists. Adding to the bummer factor is the fact that no students are allowed to go into beaches for some unknown reasons. At any rate Queenie's mind was clouded by tiredness and she could not think of anything else at the moment save for a bed. After a couple of minutes of going through long corridors and climbing staircases, she finally breath a sigh of relief as she founds her designated room with a coding 617CH(if you catch the meaning which Queenie herself doesn't know).

Queenie's room is situated in one of the corners of the dormitory. The side that is facing a wide range of forestry where no one knows what lies outside and that only a tall classy looking stone wall with lamps is what separates the two sides. Queenie can have a perfect look of both the beachhead and the forestry from the windows of the room, though the scenery can be scary at night.

She dragged her wheeled luggage as she entered her room, leaving it just beside the study desk and Queenie fell flat on the white sheet bed, it did not take a minute before she fell into a deep sleep. Without even bothering to change her clothes

With the quiet stealth of a serpent crawling through an empty vent he moved noiselessly through the vent. The barriers set at occasional segments were of no use to stop him as he slid easily past these metallic slits like liquid through a sieve. While he wanted to saunter through the hallway, guns akimbo as the natives would wisely remain docile... perhaps someday. For now, he had to remain stealthy. A general alert being raised on this colony planet was the last thing he needed.

Having to abide by the no-contact policy meant that he couldn't traverse the facilities. He had to plan his routes ahead by identifying which dorm rooms were vacant, and utilizing their vents to travel safely and gather information. Even one careless bump along the metal rim could bring unwanted attention to himself, and so avoiding the noisy gaggles of humans - he passed through what he had determined to be an empty room, 617CH.

As he passed through, one of his more unfocused eyes on his middle body, turned away from looking up front as it twitched around, tired of having to stare at the plain metal walls... and for a split second, spotted the blonde bombshell lying asleep in her bed. The split brain cortex took a couple of seconds to process this fact as he moved on towards the next segment, and he suddenly froze as he realized he was just above a human. Too little, too late, he quickly pushed his skin into mimicking the darkness of the vent and stood stock still.

And yet she continued her deep slumber. His skin worked up a slight coating as he slid back down from the gap he was going to slide through. Without a sound, he poked out a single eye from the vent to look around for a more suitable entry point to this room. Spotting a thermostat service access in the dorm room's entry, he carefully worked his way around the central gap. Carefully turning the screws apart, he pulled back the access panel and dipped another set of eyes into the room below. Unaware of his presence, the blonde girl slept on and from this new vantage point, he kept more eyes on the girl as he slowly crept out of the service access area and into the room proper. Sliding the deadbolts on the dorm's door shut, he carefully approaches this sleeping girl.

Queenie slept like a log, not wanting to wake up even if it meant oversleeping. Her travel to this island seemed like she has taken a very exhaustive world tour. However things got bothersome as the temperature of her dorm slowly turned warm up to the point that it felt kind of hot to almost like the El Nino season in India. While still in a fatigued state, Queenie gets up feverishly with a frustrated mood, her body is sweating like she is doing workout, she rubbed her eyes to see more clearly then as her vision went nominal, she sees a mass of writhing tentacles colored in pitch black with streaks of blood red luminesence all over it. It did not take 5 seconds for Queenie to scream at the top of her lungs, in panic she quickly rushes to door to flee but to her shock she found out that the knob is jammed. She bangs the door with her fists and screams for help but no one is answering. Turning around again she looks in utter fear as this frightening entity looks like its going to end her life for sure. Queenie couldn't do anything other than to stand with her back against a jammed door and her legs trembling.

...oh dear, this wont do. he thought to himself.

The optical camoflage he had going let him blend somewhat into the wall as he had approached, and the girl had run right to his side as she attempted to open the door that he had taken care to quietly slip a metal pole piece into the hinges. If she had the presence of mind to look at the intrusion, she could have pulled it out and made her escape. Instead, the fear-stricken beauty quavered, her back to the door as he approached.

I'm impressed. he continued to think to himself as he made the final approach. How were you able to awaken? Do you have ESP or something?

ESP - Extrasensory Perception was a mythical ability - to utilize sensory input from beyond the five senses humans had. Against such a foe, stealth was mostly useless. If he could find a way to shield his own mind from causing psychic emanations - but that was a topic for another time. Not only she was incredibly beautiful, his interest in her continued to rise with each ruminating thought until he stood in front of her, silent red eyes focused on her splendid form.

Her eyes were fixed upon him, so he uses the smallest tentacle he has to tap her shoulder on the opposite side. The skittish woman's head whirls towards it, revealing her bare neck to him - and then he delivers a single, silent strike to the pressure point he had studied in human anatomy class. The effect is instantaneous, and the girl crumples before him, tentacles reaching out and grasping her arms and legs before she could fall, with a larger, sucker-lined tentacle gagging her mouth while leaving her cute nose clear to breathe. Another set folds onto her eyes, effectively blindfolding her.

Not only you're a pretty face, if you have what it takes - perhaps this could be the beginning of a long and fruitful research path?

He stood still for a moment, listening to possible signs of awareness from the dorm's nearby residents. This late, however - only silence answered as he turned around, disengaging from the wall back onto terra firma as he carried the woman back onto the bed...

Her breaths become faster as well as her trembling when this frightening tentacle entity draw closer to her. She was shaking in utter fear due to its appearance alone. From the looks of it there's no way to tell that this thing is not malevolent. She stood there and watch helplessly as thing extends a small tentacle that goes to her shoulder and making contact to it. Queenie looks at it in fear, fixated that she doesn't realize that another tentacle was on another side of her which quickly strike her exposed neck without hesitation. In an instant, Queenie fell unconscious from that single precise hit. Her vision quickly went dark as if it was a television that got turned off.

After some unknown moments passed, Queenie wakes up with a dizzy feeling as if she is having a vertigo even when lying down, but then she quickly felt that she is gagged and that there;s something blocking her vision to which her heart raced rapidly in panic, remembering that there's an entity she saw earlier. Queenie mewled and thrashes wildly as she has no idea where she is lying right now and mistakenly fears that she is now blind and mute.

And what a find it was. Silence ruled the hour past midnight as he found the keys on her desk and stuck it into the lock to prevent someone on the outside from opening the door, just in case.

Can't use your fancy ESP if you're out cold, little human. he thought to himself as he let his eyes get used to the darkness of the dorm room. Although, perhaps I hit you too hard... let's take a look, shall we?

Peeling back her clothes with practiced care, he looks over her neck and sighs in relief as his eyes pick out no broken bones, nor swellings in the point where he had struck her with a well-practiced takedown hit. His approach had been sub-optimal and this he planned to fix. Starting with her top, he slowly removed her shirt, eyes running over her lacy white bra that barely matched her bosom. Next, working in sync with his lower tentacles, he shifted her skirt down, slowly drawing the clothes off her, admiring for a moment - her eye catching thighs as he closed in on her filigree feather-white panties. Whoever had crafted these clothes must've done a splendid custom job on it, so out of respect for this unknown artisan's efforts, he shifted the tentacles to the smallest he could find, groping around her - eventually working their way under the fabric from the sides.

Her quiet mewling as she shifted helplessly under his muscled grip on her arms, legs and ankles drew his attention - earning a bemused snort from him. If she moved left, she'd work her limb into the right tentacle's grip. If she moved right, the opposite end would get a stronger grip. He let her thrash around for a bit before resuming his careful search for a way to remove her bra and panties without damaging them.

Watching her struggle until she tired herself out was amusing, but he wanted to try her out first. If the first girl could transform, the other could utilize magic... what could this girl do? His guesses were as myriad as they were fantastic. Taking a closer look at her bra, he worked his narrow tentacles through the cup, and onto her back, eventually finding the hooks and poking around them. Meanwhile, another set of narrow lengths wormed their way into the panties, slightly loosening it from her hips as she feebly thrashed around.

Haha, thanks.

As his sensory organs drew closer, he could tell that the poor girl's heart was beating at a massively elevated rate, and that her movements were slowly winding down as she slowly but surely grew exhausted from having to struggle against the unyielding coils of the tentacles that held her spreadeagled on the bed.

With a quiet shudder, the first wad of gel splattered on her bare stomach, sending a shockwave of cold through her body - followed immediately by the unusual effect of comforting warmth seeping through her skin, causing her muscles to relax as the alien compound began to slowly work its way into her skin.

Queenie continued thrashing about, remaining adamant even in futility and also because this is her only response to try and get away from the fear of death, so she writhes believing that she might get away if she remains persistent. But her energy quickly died down giving her no chance in resisting, as a result she got exhausted and her writhing was reduced to frantic squirming. Well despite her adrenaline kicking in, it too proved utterly powerless against tentacles made of hyper advanced nano technology, hence there's no way she could overcome from being subdued and releasing herself from this humiliating spreadeagled position. Queenie's flesh and bones are truly way beneath from this alien. If this alien would measure her bodily strength would she even come close to half a fraction?

No sooner than later while Queenie is still squirming she feels tentacles unfastening the buttons of her blouse and her skirt being slide down. This sends energency alarms to all across her spinal cord telling the brain that Queenie is now being molested to which the brain sends its very pitiful response and that is to spark another bout of panic with additional adrenalines being spent again so Queenie could muster the energy her limbs needed to wiggle like a fish. Her heart continues pumping blood as it overworked itself to sustain energy all over her body, with her lungs doing the same thing in forcing Queenie to breath more air as the room's warm temperature is working to her detriment in getting oxygen, also the warm temperature of the room made Queenie sweat profusely on top of her already panicking state. Beads of sweat pouring out of her skin as if she is condensating. The sweat gives a very clear sheen to her skin, making Queenie look like a flower filled the morning dew that glistens from the sunlight.

Then fear and panic intensified even more as Queenie felt the tentacles slipping underneath the bra cups as well as gripping the garters of her panties on her waist, her very breasts could feel the intimidating slither of these tentacles. Queenie thrashes to shoo them away but to no avail and averting the situation on her panties which only helped the tentacles in making their job easier in loosing off her panties. Her stomach races up and down as she catches for more oxygen while her ribs are starting to protrude all over ger torso

Meanwhile on her bra, Queenie grinds the tentacles snaking at her back as it looks for the hook, she applied pressure by pressing it down using the weight of her chest to stop its advances.

Then all of a sudden Queenie let out another loud mewl as she felt a spore of cold fluid splattered all over her belly, she clearly doesn't know what it is but definitely she doesn't want to know either as to what is that fluid that spilled all over her abdomen. The cold sensation quickly subsided and was replaced by a warm sensation which only caused even more distress for hr skin due to the already warm temperature of the room.

Queenie's stomach could only sweat and heave without putting up any semblance of bodily defense.

Ohh, this feels good. he thought appreciatively as she (inadvertently?) used her tits to massage his probing tentacles. Thanks.

He had only himself to blame for botching the approach. But in his defense, his newest quarry was gifted with ESP. And if he got to sample and domesticate her properly... what if he was somehow able to work the genetics necessary into his own species? They were natural telepaths - adding ESP, and even psychokinesis would make them a super-elite among super-elites... they would be unstoppable.

His daydream was cut short as a loud mewl cut through his thoughts as the gel rapidly worked its way into her body. The wave of warmth had worked its way through her body and now left a sensation of relaxation, the sweat forming on her skin leaving a delicate sheen that seemed to call him closer with its subtle scent.

How rude of me. he thought as he confidentially unhooked her bra while she was massaging him (at least that's how he saw it) with those jugs of hers. Peeling away the delicate fabric holding back her tits with the expert touch of a surgeon, placing the sheer piece on a desk nearby before firing another spurt of that gel that played havoc with her temperature-sensing organs in her skin, leaving her tits sensitive enough to be able to sense the flow of air as he loomed over her. Don't worry, I'll give you a good time.

The air around her seemed to cool, both as a response to his gel and her sweat as he looked closer at his catch. After a moment of consideration, he began to peel down her panties, using her desperate - albeit rapidly-weakening thrashing as leverage until with a deft motion of his lengths, he let go of one of her legs, utilizing her thrashing to 'catch' her leg instantly as he stripped her nude with calm, scientific focus.

Beautiful. he thought as he admired her tight pair of holes. A quick caress over them demonstrated the strength of her kegels and hips - if he fucked her, he was gonna be in for the ride of his life. It was fortunate that he had captured her right at the peak of her physical exhaustion. If someone with ESP and such physical strength had challenged him to a one-to-one duel, he would have been forced to get serious. Absolutely beautiful, and blessed with the strength of a warrior. What powers do you have? Magic? Transformation? Show me the full strength of your power...

With that, he began to tease her mounds and grope her tits...

Despite her earnest actions in dissuading the tentacles unhooking her bra, Queenie's squirming wasn't just enough to shoo away the tentacles and it did not take long before they unclasped her bra from the front, in fact it was her wild wiggling which made it easier for the tentacles in unhooking her bra. Then came another bout of loud mewling and wimping as a second shot of this still unknown and unseen liquid was sprouted all over her torso. The combination of both hot and cold sensation she felt earlier was quite the same but this time it felt like she is being sprayed with menthol and alcohol on a wide open wound. This very unwanted crazy feeling has sent her nerves on a haywire. That feeling of getting burned and iced at the same time stings like hell to which Queenie thinks that her skin is being destroyed like she is being skinned alive. It made her writhe as her body just simply wants the pain to go away and her mind trying all it can to keep to Queenie from falling into shock.

Though this sensation dissipated just like earlier, still it did not lessen Queenie's fear and anxiety as another thing came in to make her protest again.

Just as the liquid's nerve wracking sensation subsided, Queenie felt her panties being whisked away to which she groaned loudly and cries in protest. Writhing her legs wildly to thwart the tentacles, only for it to make the tentacle's job much faster just like what happened on her bra.

There finally both her glorious womanhood still in pristine condition is now bare for the alien's amusement. Also her tight puckered anus which is adorned by her stainless skinned groin is now bare as well with the butthole itself clenching involuntarily due to the haywiring sensation this alien has given to her, clearly Queenie's anus is in panic in trying to hold whatever her bowels wants to release.

Queenie then switches back to mewling as the groping on her breasts becomes more aggressive. The way her breasts are being squeezed is making her hard to breath and just like before, Queenie still thrashes her torso left and right in her very futile attempts in resisting, though this time she is now being less aggressive with her protests. A clear sign that she is using whatever spare bodily energy she has left.

He felt her movements go weaker and weaker as the gel was absorbed into the pores of her skin, sending a wave of relaxing warmth across her body as the first dose on her toned abs began to take effect, leaving behind a sudden sensitivity that drew out the sensations she experienced. Another set of coiled, leathery tentacles found her neck and arms and began to wrap themselves around them as he casually worked his way onto the ceiling, hanging down from it as he remained floating over her body and inspecting her with the sets of tentacles that now worked its way around her breasts and onto her cunt.

Tight. You're a virgin, aren't you? he thought to himself. He would have to be careful - if he got too excited, there was a chance he could really injure her. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he fired a third shot of gel onto her bare neck, the lengths running across her body working together to 'massage' the stuff into her body, sending waves of arousal and relaxation through her as he settled some fleshly palps on the skin of her neck.

The slick, flat lengths prodding and poking her nethers withdraw, but not before leaving her groin a drooling mess thick with lubricant and added with gel that now dripped down from her stomach. The tapered, smooth tip of the second shaft meets her quivering anus, and slides right past it, using its spongy-yet firm head to work more of that liquid into the hole as it prepared to explore her insides. Leaving her vagina alone for the time being, he focused his attention on the girl's curvaceous ass for now. If he was going to fuck her, he would have to take the trouble to properly prepare her for it.

With that, he let out a contented sigh as he let loose the smaller - more specialized tentacles onto her body. The ones with manipulators, suckers and sensory organs worked its way across her torso, settling down on her nipples and erogenous spots for a moment, as if sniffing around for something...

Queenie mewls again with more crying this time as more tentacles constrict her upper part, particularly her arms and neck, she thrashes her head left and right and wiggled her already bound wrists but to no avail. This resulted to her having more difficulty on top of the already stressed breathing as her neck was put in a very uncomfortable state. Her mewlings became louder and more hoarse as a third short was shot directly at her neck, which greatly hampered her voice to which Queenie switched on to intense crying as she finally runs out of strength to mewl and groan but this also resulted to her thrashing her body even more wildly as Queenie's brain could no longer tolerate the immense distress and discomfort she is experiencing.

On her abdomen, Queenie felt the inspection or rather molesation taking place there but since she no longer has the will to resist, she now squirms frantically in avoiding the tentacles but it all looked pathetic. If only Queenie could see how messy her sex looks like she would be truly disgusted.

Well in reality both of Queenie's holes are still virgin, she neither experienced getting penetrated on both ends, so this alien is very lucky that he got a fresh subject let alone be the first to go inside her body . The look of her anus is currently feverish as it is convulsing from the abnormal temperature spikes Queenie suffered and her rectum is quite fatigued from holding the contents of her bowel. Then in all of a sudden as the metallic shaft snaked its way to the tight puckered entrance of her anus, her butthole clenched even tighter as it reacted to the shaft's contact, looking like a last ditch defense mechanism in denying the tentacle entrance.

As for the breasts, Queenie simply lets the tentacle do their violation, her breasts heaves up and down while her nipples grow stiff from the air that is being jetted in and out by the sniffing tentacle.

You're so tight that if I tried fucking you now, you'd be broken forever and I'd end up with cramps. he thought bemusedly to himself as he caressed her body, appreciative of her little efforts that only further drove her luscious body into his mass of eager tentacles. Let's try getting you to relax, hm?

With that, he readjusts the lengths working away at her tight cunt and rear, giving them individual commands to alter the angle of attack. Instead of attempting to penetrate her, the lengths curl away from her body, using their textured undersides to rub and tease her holes in a back-and-forth motion, letting her clenches and twitches tease him as a sexy preview of things to come. Meanwhile, her nipples were begging for relief as he casually groped her tits, so after a moment of consideration, he had the sucker-tipped shafts zero in on her nipples and latch on, taking in her scent as he used the fleshy cartilage-backed 'jaws' to bite down on her erect nubs.

Particularly delighted by her reaction, he continues to feel up her toned stomach, admiring her well-formed muscles and her wet snatch as the large locomotive tentacle now worked over it. She was wet now, but still quite tense. The way she had managed to resist the effects of the relaxant he had used on her only further impressed him. Any second now, though...

On the other hand, he wanted to see just how long this premium catch would last.

With all the fluid sensation subsiding, Queenie now feels the molestation on her sex and anus becoming more prominent. Both of her voluntary and involuntary muscles on her womanhood and rectum are all doing they can in attempting to deny the slithering tentacles entrance to both of her holes, her butt hole has a much stronger hold compared to her vulva since the vagina is more compliant to opening up when being stimulated especially when the stimulant like the unknown fluid works very potently and this all worked to Queenie's detriment. All in all, the efforts of her muscles in her erogenous zones are fruitless, its just wasn't enough to hold out against tentacles even to its mere teasing. Convulsing is all her body could do to try to push away an unwanted foreign body. Queenie on her part tries humping her abdomen up and down to lose the tentacles.

When Queenie felt two suckers started sucking and biting her protruded nipples, she wimps and wiggles her chest, her breasts swaying left and right again just like earlier and it looks like nothing really worked out to her favor. Her squirming is just giving the suckers more entertainment to violate and molest her breasts even more. No matter how earnest she ways her breasts, the suckers just won't dislodge, they're continuous biting is simply persistent.

Queenie is panting and breathing heavily when her belly is getting a good stimulating massage even though it truly felt disgusting. It seems that the way she got stimulated to this is probably due to the effects of the unknown fluid, serving as an aphrodisiac.

She was putting some effort into pleasuring him - perhaps unknowingly. How her holes clenched to deny entry to the alien intruders only served to caress and tease the undersides of the shafts as they used their bumpy sides to stroke her tight holes with the precise motions of a skilled craftsman rather than the animalistic double penetration she had probably expected him to do.

If that's what she wanted, maybe he could - but he was here on business, not pleasure.

This subject was a lot more resistant to the effects of the capture gel. Perhaps not all humans had similar reactions to this stuff? Although he could sense that her body was slowly - but surely being exhausted, the process took a lot longer than he liked. Probably because she had gotten a good glance at his form before he could close in properly... he couldn't blame her for experiencing something that bound human culture together. Although he gets mixed signals from her, the way she sways her chest to further arouse him as he easily latches on her eager nipples, giving him an impromptu dance as he continued to work his tentacles around her body, slowly but surely getting a good grip on her limbs.

Okay, that's hot.

Rewarding her for her performance, he began to tease her tits - slow, even caresses at first as he made sure that she didn't faint right off the bat. After all, it was rude to leave a meal half-done. More suckers latch onto her neck, ribs and stomach - these new intruders remain content to remain still as they monitor her breathing, heart rate and and blood pressure respectively, adding a new layer of perception to his inspection of his newest catch.

By now, she had produced more of her own slick lubrication than the coating of his own gel felt like nothing in comparison to the lathering his shafts were getting from her.

Soon...

As more of her orgasmic fluids continues to pour out, it only helped the tentacles do their job much better in stimulating her and as a result, its her own juices that made her orifice clenches lose their hold. It did not take long before they  gave up their folding and finally both her labias and anus unfold to signify that stimulation has overcome resistance. At this point Queenie finally gave up resisting all in all, her legs now starts to squirm in a sexually aroused manner rather than protesting. Her moaning turned to moans of soft approval from the tentacles rubbing her crotch and groin, while at the same time her chest stop swaying and finally calmed down, though her breathing still remains the same fast paced as the stimulation going on her breasts are much more arousing compared to human hands. Her breasts swirls in perfect synchronicity from the groping of the tentacles, looking like two large dough being kneaded perfectly by a skilled baked. Then as more tentacles latched their mouths on her neck, torso and abdomen, Queenie's moans become faster, the sucker's idle latching alone are already arousing despite the fact that they are not sucking her, Queenie's now highly sensitive skin takes this as sexual stimulation. Her body starts to hump and down as if begging fore more sucking, her belly inflates and deflates likes crazy as if she is inhaling and exhaling air hysterically. The bones of her ribs are protruding and making a clear distortion through her skin as if she is starting to look like a malnourished person, the tentacles there would also find that the skin on the chest part hardening a bit due to the bones extending its defense line. 

Right now, Queenie's body is telling the stimulator or rather the suckers to get started with the copulation.