Noel took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she followed the other performers up onto the stage. There were maybe twenty of them, and they all took seats at the side of the stage, in the order they were to preform. Noel was dead last, and couldn't make up her mind as to whether that was a good or bad thing. She'd been in plays and musicals since middle school and in choirs for even longer, but for some reason singing alone on stage, as herself , not a character, had always terrified her. Being the last on the chopping block could either give her time to acclimate to the stage, or let her nerves slowly build up.

God, why'd I let them talk me into this...? Noel thought bitterly, glaring down at a group of girls in the front row. They all giggled and waved to her, quite amused by her obvious discomfort. They were the upperclassmen of the theater department. They'd goaded her into it as a sort of hazing. In plays she hid behind a character, in choir she was just a fraction of the whole, but today she'd be completely exposed and in the spotlight.

She sat down delicately in the last chair, trying not to squirm too much. Something felt odd about the seat, but she wrote it off as a trick of her mind. She wore her normal plaid school skirt, as well as knee-high white socks and little black leather boots. The standard white shirt she wore was completely unbuttoned, but she had a tight black cami beneath it. As usual her underwear didn't follow the dress code; underneath it all she wore a lacy black bra and a matching thong.

Most of the gymnasium lights went off as the first performer made her way to the center of the stage, where a single remaining shaft of light illuminated a microphone. She was doing magic tricks and slight of hand, and seemed to be quite good at it, but Noel was having trouble concentrating.

The sudden intense urge to slip a hand under her skirt had come at her out of nowhere. She struggled to ignore it, trying instead to focus on the pretty brunette's card tricks. It didn't help for long though, as almost instantly she found herself wondering what she looked like under her school uniform. The dark haired girl's breasts bounced with her energetic movements and Noel felt herself blush. It was safe, right? She was sitting at the back of the group of performers, and everyone else was watching the show anyway. Surely no one would see her, and besides, it might help her relax a bit...

Noel leaned forward slightly, as if she were trying to get a better look as the brunette magician took a bow and returned to her seat, to be replaced by cute freshman who wore her mint-green hair in pigtails. She had a baton in each hand, and a moment later some fast-paced dance music started and she began her routine. Noel watched attentively as her left hand slipped off her thigh and down between them. Slowly, to avoid catching her neighbor's attention, she moved it her up her skirt and back towards her body. She gasped, very quietly, as the tips of her fingers brushed her damp panties. Biting her lip gently to help hold back her moans, she pushed aside the thin black fabric and slipped two fingers between her slick pink pussy lips. As she began to slowly rub up and down her hips started rocking gently, unknowingly grinding against the invisible demon's hard cock.

"Noel...? Are you okay?"

The sudden whisper startled the pink-haired girl. She jumped in her seat and suddenly snapped both her hands down to her sides and sat up very straight. She grinned nervously at the pretty blonde girl next to her, blushing brightly.
"Y-yeah Emi, I'm fine."
"You sure...? You're breathing sort of hard." the blonde asked quietly, apparently oblivious to what Noel had been up to just a moment before.
Noel's blush deepened, almost as pink as her hair now.
"I-I'm just a little nervous, I guess."
"You'll do great. Just imagine the audience naked" Emi said encouragingly, giving Noel a bright smile and a wink just as the girl to her left returned to her seat and the blonde went to take her place on stage.

Noel took a deep breath, trying to control herself. She still felt completely on edge, but her stage fright was certainly the last thing on her mind now. She shifted continually in her seat, trying, and failing, to pay attention to the comedy routine Emi was doing. Slowly her hands crept back up under her short plaid skirt. Her fingers hooked into the elastic band of her thong and before she really knew what she was doing she slid the skimpy garment down her legs, letting it fall to the ground and then sliding it back under her chair with a flick of her ankle. The feeling of her skirt directly against her skin was wonderful. She let out a soft sigh, suddenly feeling a bit relieved. She joined in the clapping a moment later when Emi finished her set. Noel stood, taking a moment to brush her skirt smooth and run her fingers through her hair before she made her way towards the microphone. She passed Emi on her way out and the two girls grinned at each other.

With each step the slight swing of Noel's hips made her skirt sway from side to side, the fabric brushing across her bare ass. The slight breeze across her bare pussy lips caused her to blush again. She looked down into the audience, her classmates grinning and waving to her from the front row. She wondered, nervously, if anyone down there could see up her skirt. Just imagine the audience naked, Noel reminded herself, taking a deep breath as the music started up.

Noel blushed deeply as her skirt suddenly flared up seemingly of it's own accord as she walked, giving the whole assembled audience a brief glimpse of her shaved pink pussy, glistening with her copious juices. The pretty young woman looked petrified as her group of friends in the front row all cheered and wolf whistled appreciatively at her and several other girls shouted taunts and cat calls. The female teacher supervising the event probably would have calmed them, had she not been among the young women behind stage already entertaining a pair of the demon's thick tentacles.

Noel took her spot in front of the microphone and the taunts from the audience eventually faded. The pink-haired girl gripped the mic stand, struggling to keep her breathing even. Her legs quivered as the demon's glowing fingers brushed her slick, wet pussy lips, sending a renewed jolt of lust through her body. Her hands trembled as she removed the mic from it's stand and held it in front of her slightly parted lips. The house lights went out and the bright spotlight haloing Noel grew brighter as the music became louder. She took a deep breath just before her first note, and then began to sing, unaware that she'd just given her rapist his que.

{{Again, I'm sorry for being sick and being late to getting my posting done.}}

Like an invisible time, there was a ding and the demon all but growled. Dinner was now served. The first words sung forth caused the demon to shift behind her. Fingers massaging, rubbing and spreading her sweet little pussy for any and all to see. Her hands gripping the microphone for dear life as she tried to do what the girl had suggested. Pretending everyone was naked. Tentacles were fucking her friends in the front row. The soft moans and grunts just aroused him to take not just his little pink haired siren but she'd be made to watch her friends get spread wide by large red tentacles. Thier swollen snatches filled over and over and the scent of their arousal and sex filling the gym.

All around the doors and windows were locking. Allowing none to depart except to see the girl about to come to a fevered pitch. The sweet little song bird was fighting her arousal so hard but as the lights shifted. His fingers entered that sweet tight slit and rubbed at her clit as well as thrust forward into her swollen little pussy. Feeling her essence seep about his fingers. Soon an invisible hand was massaging her right breast to where her sweet little nipples would harden."Sing sweet little song bird."

Unable to move as he held her there, she could do little but sing, moan and feel his hands as they ravaged her body. The lights dimmed kept her from seeing her friends as they were taken upon his tenatacles. They were simply appetizers. The little pink haired siren was his main course.

((No problem at all! I've still got a week left of school so take all the time you need.))

Noel's long, shapely legs trembled as she stood before the crowd. Though her voice was shaky and randomly interrupted by sharp cries of pleasure and girlish moans it was still quite lovely. This couldn't be happening. Her nervousness had to've finally gotten to her, she rationalized. There was no one standing behind her and yet she clearly felt skilled fingers manipulating every nerve in her sweet, tight pussy. She had to be hallucinating, or whatever the physical equivalent was. Yes. Her skirt wasn't hiked up around her hips, displaying her cleanly shaved cunt for all to see. She wasn't being finger-fucked on stage, in front of forty or fifty of her peers.

The music was far too loud for poor Noel to hear her friends' moans even in the first row, or to hear the pounding footfalls as girl's not yet caught in the demon's grasp tried to flee, only to find every possible escape locked tight. The other performers on the side of the stage were restless, as clueless as to what was happening as the helpless star of the show. They could tell something was wrong though and Emi, the gorgeous blonde who'd tried to comfort Noel just a minute before, stood hesitantly and took a step towards her pink-haired friend.

Noel's beautiful voice cracked as the demon plunged his fingers into the helpless girl's tight, wet cunt. She screamed with pleasure into the microphone. The invisible hand found her small pink nipples already fully erect when it began to grope her large, soft breast. When the deceptively seductive voice whispered into her ear she almost screamed, but found her voice trapped in her throat.

No. NO! This couldn't be real. Her leaf green eyes strained to make out the action in the crowd. Things were moving. She couldn't tell what was going on, but the audience clearly wasn't sitting in their seats. She could just barely make out her friends in the front row. Their legs were spread wide and they were bouncing and jerking in their seats, but she couldn't make out more in the dim light.

"Oh god...W-what's happening...?" she whispered, terror overtaking her, the quiet plea magnified by the microphone just before her soft, supple lips.

Lights, camera..... Action. His fingers moved visibily beneith the girl's skirt. His tentacles were enjoying her friends and at first she thought she was hearing things but no there was something there and enjoying her body weither she liked it or not. Her body warmed and the scent of her arousal burned within his nose. Making him long to bury his face between those thighs and lick deeply into her. That little treat would come soon enough. For now she thought she was hallucinating but alas, her skirt was showing off her sweet little pussy to her classmates. The way her folds parted to accomidate his fingers as they rubed and slid within her hot clenching depths.

Arousal made his cock stiffen, her voice cracked when his fingers entered. Her screams of pleasure echoed through the room as soon her nipples were hard from his manipulations as well. She had stiffened at the sound of his voice and yet she saw nothing. All around her was darkness except the light on her and she'd stopped singing. A tentacle wrapped about her throat as the voice from no where whispered. "Sing little song bird, or scream... You're choice." Of course the girl actually had no choice at all.

Her cries were thrown out as his fingers kept working the tight little folds between her thighs and the taunt clit. Oh yes, the little girl was far from giving her preformance. Her nipples were teased by tentacles but he'd wait until she was in mid song to let her see the large male demon that now had her within his grasp and in his power.

Noel tried to sing, she really did. It's what her unseen assailant had commanded after all. She reasoned that if she obeyed it may well end his vicious assault, or at the very least make it less brutal. The music to The Cure's "Lovesong" continued to blast through the speaker system and the pink-haired girl sang, but her voice was weak and off key, interupted every few moments by a moan or whimper or scream of pleasure.

"Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again"

Her valiant efforts were all for naught. The more the demon's skilled fingers manipulated her hot, wet pussy the closer the helpless girl came to losing all control. Before long her singing had stopped again, but Noel's beautiful voice still rang out from the mic. "Oh god, please stop!!" she screamed and begged and pleaded with her invisible rapist. Her trembling legs were spread wide apart and the girls in the audience could see her slick, pink pussy lips being rubbed and prodded by unseen forces.

Slowly, as her eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the stage, she began to see what horrific fates had befallen her friends in the audience. Their uniforms had been torn from their nubile young bodies and thick, red tentacles pounded into each of their sweet little cunts. Noel's eyes slowly went wide, and her voice caught in her throat. She could do nothing more than stare in horror and whimper with fear as the reality of the situation dawned on her. To her deep shame a small, dark part of her mind ached for one of those tentacles raping her friends to turn it's attentions to her; anything to stop this endless aching torture. The knowledge that all her friends and classmates could see her body on display like this only spurred her on further.