It was a very easy task for Zhiric to send out a blanket hallucination so that no one would look at the shady corner of the gym he had tucked himself into. He was waiting for the girl who strayed closest to him and she would be his next target. Who it was and where she was was constantly changing in this strange game the humans called "Dodgeball."

Could they not make a more simplistic game? One of the balls neared his tail and he flicked the length out of the way. Had any of the students been paying attention they mighth ave noted the faint blur of blue tail moving near the red ball.

How long could this gym class go on? Do humans really need such extensive physical conditioning? Are they really so weak?

Jojo rushed into gym class as she jumped in the air catch not one... not two... but three balls. She handed two of them away and as she threw her ball she handed over the late slip. The game was simply too easy as she lobbed more of the red balls at the opposing team. "Too easy," she scoffed as she barrel rolled out of the way.

Zhiric quickly noted Jojo's superior skills at an otherwise boring game. Her? Yes, she will do nicely. He decided and of all the girls he found in the gymnasium, they all lacked the spark she had and the skill with which she moved.

It was very appealing to him to watch how she soared in the air to catch the balls. She moved and out-performed the other, more clumsy girls that had been sent to this school. Her movements captivated his attention for the better part of the class.

As soon as the class was over he followed her into the showers. One by one the alien manipulated each girl so they left, leaving only Jojo, who he waited on.

It's like human's and their wine. The finer things in life need a little aging. I can wait a few minutes longer.

Jojo said by to a few people and sorry to all the others as she went into the locker room alone. The turned the ipod with speakers on high as she turned it to ^Avenged Sevonfold.^ She slowly got undressed as she popped her joints and stretched. Since she was the only one around she didn't bother with her shower bakini as she turned it on.

Without having to worry about being seen by anyone else, Zhiric dropped his illusion and set about, as much as it bothered him, locking doors so that she couldn't escape once he sprung the trap. He made sure that every exit was secure before stepping lightly towards her stall. She might have heard an occasional sound, may be the small clink or two, but that was not enitrely uncommon for the showers. He let the two tentacles in his right arm slowly extend from his wrist and started projecting images onto her mind while she bathed.

She started thinking about unseen hands carressing her body, stroking lightly over her back, the insides of her thighs, around the base of her neck. The feelings were almost real, so much so she probably wouldn't notice a tentacle brush against her heel, it would have just felt like a gentle touch from an imagined lover.

A matter of time now. Zhiric knew it was getting close to his moment to strike, and extended the other pair of tentacles as well. They slowly coiled and prepared to strike, aiming about where her wrists were.

Zoey heard common clicks and clanks but also sensed something and it wasn't... human. She pretended to pay no mind to it as she could feel the unreal touch of her old boyfriend, that was until she remembered she had killed him. She dropped to her knees cfying over that night. She then felt the cool touch of a tentical. She stepped on the tender tip of it ready for anything.

Crying? That is a first. Usually the illusions draw the opposite reaction. The two tentacles in waiting shot from around the curtain, each one going for a wrist. The one she had stepped on almost immediately slipped from under her foot's pressure and made to snag the ankle that it had touched.

Well, hello there. The voice echoed inside her head while the tentacles made headway in snaring her. Even if she did managed to escape the triple onslaught, he had laid the fourth and last of his tentacles just outside the shower stall in a loop to catch her foot and trip her up right into his waiting arms.

Jojo raised her head knowing she heard a voice. All of a sudden 3 tenticals wrapped around her limbs. "Heh," She smirked as her body retaliated by shocking the three tenticals. Once free she ran out but tripped. "Shit!" She tried to get to her duffle bag before getting snared again, running in her nude state.

Why must they always run? Zhiric tired of what was slowly becoming an annoying chase. As one his four tentacles shot out to grab her, narrowly missing. I could use this to my advantage. She's locked in anyway. He disappeared to her perception and walked to the other side of the lockers, reappearing in front of her. He proceeded to grab with her shoulders his hands and force her into a rack of lockers, his skin helping to filtrate out some of the annoying shock the girl was creating.

It was fun chasing you, but now I get to enjoy the rewards of the game. Unless you'd like to make me a better offer. Maybe? The eyes stared at her, wickedly enjoying having caught her, tentacles on either side with two at knee level and the others at breast level. Each one touched the locker just outside where she was held. One more slip up with her running and she'd lose any sort of mercy Zhiric might have given her.

Jojo heard him going seperatly until she saw him in front of herself. Her eyes widen as she was grabbed and pushed into a set of lockers. "Argh," She grinded her teeth in pain. Her body then sent hundreds of volts into what ever touched her. "Crap... Get... off..."

The shocks caused him to let go only momentarily before he forced her back to the lockers. I suggest you not do that again. There was a venom present in the tone she heard echo in her head.

While she mulled over the prospects of pushing her luck, the tentacle near her left knee moved to the bench behind her, grabbing a towel and hooking it so that he could use it later if he decided. The one next to her right knee moved inward and set itself between her knees, tip aimed upwards toward her nether lips.

You might find you enjoy it if you are open to... new experiences.

"That's a fancy way to put it. Your just gonna use and abuse like all the others," Jojo said sending another shock, "Oh... And I am sorry but the electricity is all natural and can't be controlled." Jojo knew now that escape was inevitable.

Then I shall dissipate the shocks some. He took the towel and ripped it into two large halves with his tentacles. He places them between his hands and her skin. His hands remained around her shoulders while the tentacles that were level with her orbs each grabbed a wrist, ignoring the shocks and forcing her hands over her head. One of them twined around both wrists and held both arms in that position. The now freed appendage traced down her left arm and across her jawline.

Such a shame that you are unable to turn it off. You could benefit from this a lot more. The tentacle that was between her knees started tracing up her inner thighs. Every brush brought it closer to the prize. Either he was getting used to the shocks or was flat ignoring them.

She decided to take a different approach. She shocked all the locked she was against. With her last wave of controllable energy she shot it at the lockers as they flew open. All the things in them flew your direction and soon Jojo's back would be destroyed due to the lockers behind her.

Objects flying from the lockers did cause Zhiric to react, but probably not the way she would have liked. All his tentacles tensed. The one on her wrists clamped. The one that was near her sex jerked and pressed against it. The one on her jaw shook and brushed rapidly against her chin. The fourth one, which until now had only served the purpose of fetching the towel, spasmodically knocked objects off of himself while the rest of himself looked vaguely perplexed.

A waste, really. He seemed callous as if describing the weather. He picked her up and lifted her towards him while the free tentacle closed the lockers that had banged open around her. It then came down with a sharp crack on her exposed rear.

Now, where was I? Ah yes. The tentacle between her legs resumed its work, now sliding up and down her unprotected slit. When it came to where her clit is, it would press ever so slightly and swirl before stroking back down the length of her womanhood.

The appendage that was stroking her chin went down to her breasts, stroking around one, across her breastbone, then around the other. Every few passes it would flick across a nipple, but that was more the exception than the rule.

Jojo could suddenly feel her right leg hoisted up as the length that had hit her ass coiled around her knee and forced her leg to bend, standing on one leg and held fully standing by the one still binding her wrists.