The alien had the element of surprise on his side, and manage to force her bodily against the wall. The professor saw no reason to deny the struggling woman's claims, his tentacles managing to wrap her lovely neck, and maneuvered to wrap her arms and legs, I'm amazed you have put together that you were attacked, A+ Vera.

Vera had a couple things going in favor. The kimono made securing her legs quite challenging, and her waist was snared albeit rather poorly, and her arms braced herself naturally from striking the wall head first. But as he pushed in behind her lovely form, her strange utterance filled the air and a blinding light filled the air. Everything went sun burst white, Ahh!!! one arm releases her waist, and tries to shield his eyes, a day late and a dollar short, the damage already done. The blinding light causing everything to flash, and go dark.

Realizing too late she had managed to turn the surprise on him, he struggled to hold on, unable to properly direct the remaining tentacles to secure her properly, he reached for her silvery long hair, seeking to grab a firm hold. Relying on that grab, a hand trying to gain a grasp on the slick kimono, now familiar with the texture, and the tentacle looping her throat. That tentacle attempted to pull tight, before it was too late, and she managed to flee.

At a bare minimum, she would have the tentacles to avoid as he slapped them around, seeking to coil anything he manages to strike.

The details of the previous attack were unclear in the woman's memory. She had no clue what she attempted before if anything. But, it seemed the spell caught him off guard. The familiar sensation of mana tingled through her veins. The magic worked but, there were still tendrils hindering her escape. Gritting her teeth, Vera pushed off the wall with both hands and swung her head back as hard as she could, attempting to smash her skull against the professor's face. Nails dug into the tendril around her throat, attempting to rip it off. Feet kicked as the Head Girl fought tooth and nail to escape the monster's grasp.

"Let me go!" she growled, the Head Girl showing that she still have fight in her unlike the other students. Her struggles loosened her kimono some, freeing her legs to kick and run if she could slip free of the male alien's grasp. Despite the futility of it all, Vera was not going to just lay down and let these aliens have their way without a fight. Straining her body, she tried to pull free of the tendril and the hand grasping for her hair. She swung her elbow back, trying to hit the professor ribs or anything soft to make him release his hold.

Temporarily blinded, everything looked as if the professor was staring at an overexposed photo. He was expecting shock and fear, and she struggled valently, fighting for her freedom. He feels her bunch her muscles and push back against the wall. The hand grabbing her head is the only thing that stop the back of her silvery head from slamming with force into his temple, his head still turned to the side from the flash. Still the impact was forceful and causes a concussive pain to slam through his skull. He loses his grip on her hair, and he feels her nails digging into the tentacle wrapping her throat, and is forced to withdraw it in pain.

You bitch, he shouts in anger. Her kimono loosens and she kicks backwards at his legs and feet, striking his shin, and slamming down on the leather and laces of his shoe. Had he been barefoot she might have broken a bone in his foot, as it was the pain still radiated through his foot.

He reaches again for her silvery hair and it was a mistake, she pivoted and spun an elbow low, striking his muscular core in the lower right abdomen. It was a solid strike with her elbow and caused him to gasp in pain and shock. The tentacles flailing on that side manage to wrap her arm instinctively, wrapping her forearm and yanking upwards behind her back.

His hand slams forward against her shoulder blade, shoving her roughly back against the wall. His right side sore, his right foot aching, his head pounding dully, his anger builds. His tentacles on the left manage to wrap her non kicking stationary lower leg she had been using as her base, while she kicked with the right. Recovering from the pain, his right hand grabs at her hair again, attempting to force her head, cheek first against the wall.

There is no escape you little slut. You will pay for that.

His vision was darkness, seeing mainly outlines, and explosions of color as her hard head struck his. Black spots and shapes still danced in front of him and he went mainly on feel. Maddened he seethes and breathes hard, seeking to grab at her left free wrist and bring it behind her back as well.

"Ah!" Vera fought hard but a tendril grabbed hold of her arm and pulled it back behind her. She regretted missing the monster's nose with her skull. The tentacles were wrapping around her limbs once more. The professor grabbed her by the hair and slammed her head into the wall. It was the Head Girl's to see stars as her vision flashed black and white. She groaned in pain as she slumped up against the hard surface. Her other wrist was grabbed and pulled behind her. Vera could not push herself off the wall with the alien guest's weight pressing down on her.

"G-Get off of me!" she hissed, "Ngh!" The Head Girl squirmed but, she was not going anywhere. The alien had a tight hold on the student while he recovered. Vera's own head throbbed as she panted for breath. This planned attack had went anything but smooth. Unfortunately for Vera, the odds were simply stacked against her.

The professor's breath is rough as he holds her pressed up against the wall. He feels her struggles cease slightly for a moment as her head hits the wall. He peels the pain pounding in his head, foot and side. He moves his tentacles quickly one securing her other ankle, slipping up under the kimono. Two more secured her wrists traveling up her forearms. His hands remain on her shoulder and one controlling her silver hair, feeling her body pulses and shake in her now feeble attempts to escape.

Very bad behavior Vera. You will need to pay for being a bitch.

The alien professor, keeps his body pressed up against her, his lean muscles presenting a hard surface, as she is forced up against the wall. He reaches around her freeing her Obi sash, and pulls her Kimono down her shoulders. As the barely skin of her slender shoulder shows it is apparent she is not wearing the full traditional wear in it's entirety, but merely the outer robe, the obi, some slippers and her underwear underneath. Keeping her pressed up against the wall, he grabs her left wrist, uncoils his tentacle, and slips the robe free of that arm. Next he grabs her right wrist and repeats the process, before taking the kimono and tossing it to a corner.

That's much better, Vera. Time to take my payment from you.

The tentacles yank her arms out from behind her back. They pull them up and forward, pressing her palms and forearms against the wall. The tentacles wrapping her bare legs, slowly pull her feet and legs until they are shoulder width apart.

He leans back feeling her struggles as she is held against the wall, and fumbles with his belt one handed, before sliding it from his pants loops with a swoosh. He undoes a button and unzippers his slacks, letting them drop around his ankles, kicking them off to the side.

Time to earn your grade Vera.

He slips down his boxers as she struggles, and immediately his cock pops free. He roughly grabs her underwear and rips it, the fabric pulling hard against her flesh before tearing. With little ceremony and points his tip up to her lower lips as she struggles and pushes hard, thrusting up with his hips. She feels dry and the entrance is tight and unlubricated, yet her forces himself inside her tight pussy.

That's it you little slut, take that dick.

"Augh!" Arms were painfully pulled up behind her back. Her kimono had loosened in the struggle. A bare shoulder revealed that there was only the kimono and the obi sash containing those lovely features. Whether by the mental nudging or not, the Asian beauty was very much accessible. The sash was easily pulled away and the monster began stripping away the woman's loosened clothing.

"Ngh! Stop it! Let go of me!" The woman continued to hiss venom but, she could barely move an inch while those hands and tendrils held her tight. Her legs strain but slowly part the tendrils pulled them to shoulder width apart. She was pulled back and bent over towards the wall. Her hands were forced to press against the hard surface while she could hear the professor moving about behind her.

The Head Girl had no bra on, leaving her in just her panties and slippers. A harsh yank caused the laced fabric to saw between her netherlips before finally ripping off. "Aahhnn! St-Stop! Get away!" Her protests fell on deaf ears. She felt his member press against her netherlips. Without remorse, he forced himself inside her. "A-Aaauuuggghhh!"

The tip slid into her warm tight depths. She was not moist this time around as those soft insides were forced to part. Nails dragged along the walls as the woman's struggles slowed to trembling, unable to move without forcing that rod to grind against her inner walls. "Nnnggghhh! St-Stop! Please!" Breasts swayed freely as long silver hair poured off her back and shoulders. Red hot pain seared her insides as the monster fucked her without any lubrication. Teeth grit as she was forced to endure the agony until he was finished with her.

There are many kinds of sex, and fucking. There is romantic sex between lovers. There is kinky sex between the desirable and the desired. There is make up sex after a fight, where energies are let loose to heal sounds opened in spite or error. There is animalistic fucking, when needs are simply met. Then there is hate fucking. To say the professor was doing anything else would be wrong. Oh sure, he found Vera beyond attractive, but his concerns were always about him and his pleasure. The slime he had replicated certainly made his victims willing, but to him it was only the ease at which they served his every pleasure, his every desire without hesitation, guilt, or concern for what might go wrong or happen next. This time his prey had resisted, as all who were in her situation would, but to him, that was a sin beyond forgiveness.

As he pushed into her tight womanhood, she was dry and tight, and certainly not feeling aroused in the slightest. She was abused, hurt, and in no position to keep fighting. He pushed that tip against the opening and it felt as she would never have her flower blossom. It was tight and unlubricated. Yet with enough force he popped into her. Her screams and pleading for him to stop meant nothing. She was simply a plaything for his enjoyment and in that moment had she known had little she truly meant to him she wouldn't have wasted the breath trying to reach a place where he might have felt the slightest remorse.

Begging doesn't become you. You will take my cock like a good little slut...

Forced against that wall, he forces his large cock inside her. His movements are minimal to start, her dryness causing precum to ooze forth and provide the most minor of aid in his endeavours. He slams home the tip finally inside and her screams fill his ears.

Thrust after thrust he fucks her, her body he notices responding to being taken, moisture building more as a defense against painful tearing and bleeding and possible long term damage. He begins slamming his dick home, the force pressing her face and body against that cool wall. Over and over, he uses her glove tight fit to embrace his cock.

You will learn your place Vera. You are mine to do with as I please. Serve my pleasure or feel my wrath.

The alien takes his time, wanting her to understand his displeasure and wanting to deliver not just a modicum or pain she had given him, but to amplify it tenfold. He wants her to feel him using her and nothing more.

It is a solid 20 minutes of angry thrusting, her groans and screams and begging a scoreboard in which the only winner could ever be Professor Summers.

One hand wraps that flowing hair and pulls harder than a lover's tug enhancing a romp, but with dominating force, not strong enough to pull hair out, but strong enough to begin to sting. Each thrust accompanied by a firm tug, the force of his thrusts ramming her breasts over and over into that sound proof, cool wall.

"Ahhh! Ahhhnnn! Aaauuuggghhh!"

Tight walls clung around the throbbing member as it sawed down the length of Vera's passage. She was not wet but, this monster was certainly becoming so as precum moistened those tender insides and made each forceful thrust a bit easier. The alien guest took his time. It was slow, it was agonizing, and the alien being was not stopping. Vera protests stopped as she clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth. Eyes shut tight as she could do little but remain pinned against the wall as the monster kept fucking her from behind.

"Gh! Ngh!" As he broke in the tight passage, more lubrication was added. Her own inner walls ached and throbbed from the raw fucking. The red hot heat continued to pulse inside her. He showed no mercy as Vera was sandwiched between him and the wall. Breasts mashed and rubbed against the unforgiving surface. She gasped in pain as her hair was pulled. Her head was yanked back but, she could only see the wall and ceiling if her eyes ever opened.

The hard cock pounded against her cervix. None of it felt good as the human woman dragged her nails across the wall. She gasped and bit her own lip, not giving him any satisfying pleas and minimizing the noise he produced. It hurt, there was no denying it. But as proven before, this Head Girl had plenty of experience and many of those experiences involved selfish foes like this alien guest.

The only relief was the mixture of precum and her own juices easing any further pain as the monster fucked her for nearly half an hour.

The professor notices his taunting words get the stubborn woman to stop pleading and begging, as he fucks her from behind. His powerful thrusts pound her womanhood, her warm pussy merely a delivery device for his desires.

Get ready to be filled with my seed. The alien grunts and he continues pounding her lovely Asian form until he slams home one last time, holding deep inside her, he pours out his load, pressed against her cervix. The hot wetness filling her up and seeping around him. The pleasure explodes through him, his breathing harsh as he turns loudly and finishes with a couple quick thrusts. As he finishes filling her, he pulls out, his cock glistening with his juices and steps back. Her sore abused pussy leaks some of his load, dripping to the floor and down her inner thighs.

He knows that she has little fear of becoming pregnant, aware from their previous mind link that she is quite knowledgable of all the details of this hunter's paradise. Yet, she must be filled with complete shame and disgust at being nothing more than a warm cunt for this alien's pleasure, a receptacle for his hot release. To be raped and used and released, little more than a fish on his demented hook.

He leaves her press up against the wall, letting that seed drip from her womanhood for a few moments.

Much better. Now little slut, do we understand what is expected of you? That you will serve my pleasure? he says nonchalantly from behind her.

The tentacles pull her arms from the wall and trap them behind her back as he steps back. They pull her a few steps backwards before he kicks her behind her knees, dropping her roughly to her knees on the cool floor.

On your knees slut, where you belong. The professor commands, although kicking her and forcing her there didn't display obedience, but it made the angry alien feel better as she was forced to comply.

He walks in front of her, his cock glistening and still erect in front of her. He looks calmly down at her, most of his pain subsided and his vision back to normal.

Now Vera, do you understand your position? Are you ready to serve me or are you in need of further instruction and lesson?

The alien taunts her, wanting to see her reaction before continuing. He knew she was stubborn and strong willed, and while traumatizing, he knew raping her would hardly be enough to break the will of the head girl.

There was nothing to get ready for. Vera could not pull away as the alien guest hilted himself inside the Head Girl. Hot gooey seed flooded her passage and womb. The warmth mixed with the ache throbbing along her tenderized sex. Legs twitched as the silver haired woman gasped. The ordeal was hardly pleasurable. His seed marked her for the time being, the excess oozing out of her violated form.

Vera took slow breaths. Her legs wobbled a bit but the tendrils and the nearby wall were easily keeping her on her feet. The monster stated the usual lines of dominance over her. The purpose of this resort was more than clear as was the intentions of its numerous alien guests. She was yanked backwards before she could make any response. She gasped in pain as her arms remained pulled back behind her. It took little to force the helpless woman down to her knees.

As expected, this woman was not about to simply offer her services to him. Even some students were as stubborn or resistant as her despite the futility of it all. Vera saw the glistening cock waiting for her. Her sex still ached from the raw fucking. Things were no doubt going to get worse. But, Vera was not going to yield willingly. She shut her eyes and turned her head away. The professor received his answer. She was wise enough to not speak lest she invite that thing past her parted lips.

Naked besides her slippers, the Head Girl remained on her knees. Long strands of silver hair hung both behind and in front of her shoulders. Firm breasts rose and fell with each slow breath. Her jaw was clenched, easily showing her disapproval of these humiliating attacks.

Oh Vera, such a defiant woman. Don't worry, soon enough you'll be sucking my cock and swallowing my seed, as she turns her head away from his glistening cock. Moving a few feet to the corner of the small room, he discards his remaining clothing, tearing whatever he need to to keep her coiled, most of it with holes or shredded anyway. He bends and retrieves a bucket with a plastic lid. He turns and holds it in front of him as her walks towards his kneeling prey.

He looks at the beautiful Asian, her jaw clenched in anger and disgust. Her eyes shine defiance and her pert lips finish the grimace. He runs a hand over her soft beautiful hair.

Such a pity... he shakes his head with a knowing smile. Still what must be done needs to be done.

Her struggles didn't seem to major yet. He wondered if that would change soon, as she realized what was happening. She seemed familiar with the substance and being covered in it. Had his former employer enjoyed her previously? He would have to search her mind. He certainly couldn't blame him she was a flawless specimen. He walks behind the kneeling girl and pulls the plastic lid off the bucket with a soft pop. A sweet aroma of sugars reaches his nose. He lifts the bucket, time for your cooperation to begin and your transformation to continue.

Without anything else he holds the bucket over her head and tip the tops forward slowly. Like thick honey the bucket's contents begin to crawl through the air, piling on her silver head. He takes his time pouring the disgusting green slime in cascading waves right on top of her head letting it ooze down in a flow over her head.

The slime held a couple unique properties that suited his purpose. One it contained an amazingly potent aphrodisiac. Second it created a mental link that allowed him access to her thoughts, and the ability to plants commands as needed. Third, it heightened her sense of touch, amplifying the feel of everything. Fourth it was rather slippery and gooey, except it tended to stick to hair follicles, which was fine as it was delivered via the folks roots into the body and blood stream.

He continued to pour to slime as her struggles began and realization set in as to what he was doing to her...

When the professor moved to the corner, Vera tried to rise to her feet and tug herself free of her bindings. She did not get far as the tendrils remained tight around her limbs. Pain ached in her shoulders from the tentacles pulling her by her arms. When the monster returned, he easily had enough control to force her to kneel once more.

Her eyes widened at the open bucket and saw the green ooze that came out. "No! Where did you get that? Get away from me!" Vera's memories of the ooze were fuzzy at best. But, she knew enough to not let that make contact with her again. Unfortunately, it was the same reaction as before with very much similar results. There was no escaping the creature's grasp as the ooze soaked into her skull and sent warm haze washing over her thoughts. Her mind would easily crack open just like before. Vera tugged at her bonds and tried to pull away only to be tugged back into place. The bucket was easy enough to keep above her head despite her motions, ensuring she absorbed as much of the powerful drug as possible.

"Ngh!" The Head Girl gritted her teeth as she continued to struggle. But, the damage was done and her next round of lessons was about to begin. Breasts bounced and swayed as they glistened with the thick green ooze. Her entire body was tingling with wild sensations just like before though she had no memories of the previous time she had been soaked in the vile fluid. Her heart began to race faster as hot blood spread the poison throughout her system, arousing every inch of her being.

The professor smiled as terror overcame his prey at sight of the slime.

I made it. Don't worry it will be all over soon, all over you... he ends with a chuckle as the deluge of the disgusting ooze continued unabated. She struggled, arms pulling against the coiling tentacles, knees and legs trying to force her way out from under the flow, yet she continued to be gunged. Her hair became coated in the stuff and the struggles just caused the excess flow to seep down over her ample breasts, slick green goo sopping off of them.

Before long her entire naked body wore a second splattered skin of the slime as she was forced to kneel in a gathering puddle. Her body was already reacting to the invading chemicals and her mind became an open book to the alien. Disgust, fear and anger, giving way to burning need.

He finishes dripping the last of it onto her head and puts the bucket aside.

There we go. All better now. How do we feel Vera?

He awaits her response as he moves back in front of the tormented woman, his cock glistening in front of her face.

Are you ready to pleasure me? It will go much better for you if you give in to those raging urges, and you shall not be left wanting.

Even completely slimed, hormones raging, he knew she was one tough cookie, but he as ready to retrain her into a proper amicable slut, or so he thought.

The silver haired woman was gasping as every cell in her body was tingling with erotic delight. The drug was unrelenting, irresistible. The other girls would have already been begging for this monster's cock at this point. But, Vera averted her gaze from the approaching cock. Nails dug into her own arms as she gritted her teeth. Like before, the slime would take time to fully evaporate and even longer to leave her system. The woman had no clue how long she had to last. She tugged at her bonds, her slime-slick breasts swaying as she let forth faint groans.

"G-Go to hell," Vera said through grinding teeth. Her arms strain but remained tightly held behind her back. Unless she could slip free of these tentacles, this Head Girl was not going to going anywhere anytime soon. She panted softly as every heated breath left her chest tingling and throbbing with need. The green ooze hid the growing blush in her cheeks. Her sex grew moist, dripping and mixing with the slime that coated her abused netherlips. Nipples stood fully erect and begging for attention. No matter how hard she resist, her body would betray her with each passing moment.

The professor puts the bucket down, and walks slowly in front of the kneeling Vera. He takes a moment admiring his trapped prey. The thick, honey-like, green slime soaked her completely and dripped off of her lovely body in hanging strands, delivering it's chemicals into her lovely body. Her nipples were hardened and her body was dying to be taken, yet he simply stands before her, tentacles holding her arms behind her back as she struggles and verbally damns him. His cock stands at attention pointing at her lovely mouth.

Still such spirit. You will pleasure me, and you will do so well or you will suffer. The handsome professor made the simple statement of fact, while she could try and resist, and he knew she damn well would, there was no escaping her fate now, it was simply a matter of time.

You are a horny little slut. Such a nice cock. You want it in your mouth. You want to please your professor, you want to make him happy. You want to drink his cum. Through the mental link, a voice books through her mind. It would simply play in her head, her inner voice speaking the syllables, simply repeating every couple minutes like a mantra.

He smiled as they play and he watches her struggle against her bonds seeking to resist. Two tentacles snakes down to the slimy floor between her bare legs, naked except for her slippers, and one slips up to her butt and one to her now moistened pussy, still dripping from her rough rape. They press their slime covered, cock-tips to her dual entrances, not seeking entry, but merely aligning themselves vertically below her. She could give in and slip down onto the dual members, or kneel and suffer. For now the professor contented himself with watching and waiting while she struggles and the dual mantras continue to repeat every couple minutes, reprogramming the lovely Asians inner thoughts, as she struggles to fight against not just the vial goo, but her own body, and now her mind.