Ah, this was not going any easier.

It can be forgiven that the monster would be utterly shunned like that after a snide remark trying to pacify her and get on even terms with her. It must've been a remark which she'd heard before, as from countless times there were lots of his 'brothers and sisters' which would've had their way with her one way or another, and most of them would've used the remark. The occasional death threat here and there, and he figured they would've used those on this girl. She was, after all, feisty to the end, typical of a scientific mind and of someone who'd been used and abused many times before thus. His approach was doused even before it caught fire.

" Oh, for..." was the only thing he could say in response.

Kouzakai re-thought his approach, but everything seemed to be well without an answer. She was thinking, and she was mad, and she was well on the way to killing him, as well. If only she had the means, of course.

There was nothing to do but bind her.

Tentacles had since bound her tightly, her limbs and arms were now immoveable. Kouzakai moved slowly into the light, in order to speak on more plain terms with the girl.

" I guess you've heard every line, huh?" He said. " Unfortunately, I cannot release you. Not now. Not until..."

Kouzakai thought long and hard, but nothing came into his mind.

" Look, all I want is to release stress. UNfortunately you're going to help me, like it or not." he said. " So you might as well, girl."

This was not going anywhere. Obviously, she had as much hate for the monsters, particularly him, as people had as much hate for evil.

Any word he said registered only as mere jeers and teasing on her mind, and anything he tried to say was only met by a look of pure hatred. She could have killed him only by looking at him, but then again she wasn't the one with the gun in this situation.

Visibly flustered at even having tried to make her submit, and wishing for something more other than tentacles, Kouzakai stepped into the moonlight with a deadened, pale look. He was a bit comforted to see that she shuddered in sudden fear of his physique. She tried to divide the space between them, as far as her bound form would allow.

Well, at least she was fearful enough.

" You want to kill me, don't you now?" he said. " That's right...you're just a tool. You're just a stress reliever for me. A really nice pill. Nothing else."

Slowly a tentacle started to explore her body, rubbing all over, and unbuttoning her blouse slowly. One by one buttons unclasped themselves, slowly revealing what was underneath, but not fully. She had his tentacles to thank for that. Right now it was all a matter of being the one in control and asserting control over that which was trying her best to revoke him.

The tentacles on her thigh moved ever closer upwards, narrolwy avoiding her mound and starting to rip her skirt to tatters. He would make her pay, and he would make her realize who was in charge.

" Try and kill me now..." he said, taunting her as he slowly reduced her dress in tatters, annoyance and anger getting the best of him. Annoyance at the girl's display of stubbornness, and anger at not being able to trick her otherwise into submitting willfully. " Come on, why wait, we have all night..."

Kouzakai knew so much of her anatomy, he didn't even know where to begin.

He was slow and painful in undressing her, relishing the hold he had over here. It was almost as if she wanted roughhouse...that she would not succumb to soft talk, nor the possibility of diplomacy. No, she was too proud to accept terms of defeat. Even as a scholastic girl, she was part warrior. She wanted to be taken the warrior's way; Kouzakai will take her in the warrior's way, then.

The material that had been covering her breasts had grown even more softer, and soggy. Her thrashing about had efficiently made her dresses into paper, and they were easy fodder for the million tentacles the monster had hidden in his physique. They shredded easily, and if they were pressured in the right places, gave way willingly and fell off without much resistance. That was evident in the tattered remains of her skirt, revealing smooth, youthful legs that seemed well-taken cared of. And her panty that seemed to teasingly hide something wonderful beyond it.

Ah, such a package could only come once in a blue moon, like tonight.

Kouzakai's tentacles started to encompass her upper body, taking off the restricting garment and allowing her firm orbs to bounce in the moonlight uninhibited. Light air coming from the open window kissed the girl's suddenly free skin. A tinge of pale pink appeared on the otherwise reddened cheek of the girl, which the monster thought was red with anger. Slowly, slowly the emotions came, just as he expected.

Still she was much too angry to even consider the feeling that were coming, unwanted as it was.

" We all die sometime. " the monster said, lazily. " It's just a matter of who goes first."

Her thighs were now a mess of tentacles, wrapped in them, leaving red marks on her flesh whereever the suckers made contact. They made their steady way to her abdomen, leaving an open spot where her pussy was. Kouzakai was methodical in doing this...he wanted a slow experience for this girl.

Kouzakai continued, paying no heed to what she was saying. Only to the sound of her voice, and the very tone of her voice.

There was a different tinge in it, albeit it was still very, very much hostile. No, to the monster's trained ear, there was something different in the way her voice registered on the decibels. There was a slight feminine lilt in it, a really silent breath that was not present when she saw him for the first time. It came to be at the same time as she began to blush pink.

That was the sound of a silent arousal, one that even she would not know.

However, Kouzakai did not want to show that. He would only look stupid, smiling as she issued death threats and daggers to him. She would ask, and he would have to answer. That would only add to her hatred. He admits that he might not be 'Mr. Congeniality' among the students, but never had anyone else hated him as much as this girl.

Which only made him all the more want her.

Her physique never did escape the monster's eyes, as he looked at her breasts, rising and falling with each growing anti-sentiment toward her captor. Her nipples, however, went against the wishes of her mind and proudly stood against the cool evening wind that kissed upon her bare, young skin. They stood there, invitingly it seemed, as Kouzakai used a tentacle and brushed against each one of them.

Her sex, on the other hand, had a mind of its own. The cold water seemed to have a profound effect and now, even as the monster stated more through his actions on her nubile body, her nether lips wettened profusely, seeming to blush just like her cheeks.

Kouzakai liked the way he moved: methodical and effective.

" Ah, but you never did know how I came to be. Not that you would care, of course." Kouzakai said, shooting a sharp look at her, although having a hard time to maintain that face. " I assure you, an agonizing death would be a reward to someone with a life like I've had."

There was a calm, collective silence once the monster had started on the girl once more, just like he was always doing. There was no other thing he was built to do. This was, just as he always felt, his ultimate purpose. To bring girls down on their knees, whether they liked it or not. In the end, however...they always succumbed.

No matter how stubborn they were, or how they hated it, in the end the evil side always comes out, and they succumb to the dark desires of the monsters.

However, this one was doing quite well in the brainwash of one such monster. Such statements had driven Kouzakai to issue those statements, in an effort to turn the tide and convince the girl to give up without a fight. No good though. It seemed that, without much coaxing and the necessary elements, such as a drug or a hormone that makes them dream, they're harlots of justice and reckoning until they soften up.

This was getting to become better, though.

There were the early telltale signs of her downfall. And this early, she was already way behind those in the past who had held on until the actual dying moments of the 'war'.

Yet, in war there was certain elements that were needed to win. And if she was going to be ever so resilient up until they finished, he never would enjoy it. He would only try and try until he forced out everything he can on her, and then discard her. Then again, so far, that was not how he worked. He always imparted some part of himself into them, like a memory or something, so that they would kind of find their way back to him, or so it seemed sometimes.

While he moved over her body, his tentacles now traveling downwards while keeping the attentions to her tits, Kouzakai searched the countless flasks and glasses on the cupboards for that one thing which was the one bargaining chip that would tip thing into his favor.

Like taking a page out of the girl's book. Chemicals.

Circumstance.

All things happened for a reason, and happened with a reason. And as if this is not enough, sometimes, with just a play of fate, things happen with a different, and peculiar stroke of luck.

The water was not a premeditated move on the part of the monster. Even with a way above average intellect, the monster did not think about letting the water run just so that he could have help with anything. The water just ran because the girl failed to turn off the faucet. But the fact that the water did something to help him...now that can't be denied.

He is, after all, energized already, isn't he?

And it was fateful circumstance that, even as he did not know about the nanite technology embedded within the girl, it had showed up and had seemed like it was weakening.

That must have been a reason behind the girl's boundless energy. The nanites appeared as black tribals on the girl's body, appearing instantaneously on her skin. They were very intrinsic designs, and even the monster could note that they vaguely resembled some of his former civilization's art.

However this was not the art in question, it was his own personal art that was the main focus of the entire proceeding...him and the girl, and what he was doing to her body.

Keeping the attentions steady on her succulent breasts, Kouzakai finally reached the back part of the cupboard and what seemed to be the forbidden chemicals that they had stored up in the lab. Quite hurriedly he bought them out, one by one, checking the labels to see if the one he was searching for was among them.

Circumstance.

If he finds that one chemical he was banking on getting him through this night, then this could turn out to be a very enjoyable night indeed.

She was becoming more and more docile, in this controlled environ of heat and cold combined. Maybe it was that she was beginning to become a bit more receptive of the attentions on her breasts, or maybe it was something else he could not put a finger into. Whatever it was, she had calmed down. At the least she wasn't kicking anymore.

Kouzakai was always so mental about those pink, buttersoft nipples, and hers was just the type he liked, unluckily. Which meant in a few minutes, a myriad of finger thin tentacles were taking turns rasping against, curling and uncurling around those nipples of hers. Even if she did not like it, Kouzakai never gave a moment's thought or hesitation about doing it. All he knew was that he liked seeing the expression on her face...arrogant, yet in the real sense helpless.

Best of it all, it was softening.

Slowly he began to traverse those lips of hers which was showing through her underwear. Clearly not the type to wear when you knew that you were going against odds you never saw coming, they were visibly wet and almost transparent. Her pink, puffy lips were in full display, and, the monster only wanted to make her suffer more.

Kouzakai, however, had some things in mind to make her suffering 'pleasant'.

He finally bought out the beakers and flasks that he could get to, in the view of both him and the girl, so as to read their labels. He never did pay any attention to the girl's comments, but did answer her dry, threatful question. " Well, if you must know, I'm looking for something to make you like this and be a good little girl for me." He said sarcastically, and then went back to reading.

There were all sorts of things in there that was really dastardly and vile. There was a flask with the label 'ether'; there was something labeled 'muriatic acid'; and then there's a little something that was labeled in pink, cursive letters, and as a joke, they seemingly named it 'love potion #9'.

" Well, this looks interesting." he said, neatly placing the other beakers into a nearby intact table. " We'll just try this baby out now."

He uncorked the flask, and tightened the girl's bonds once more.

" I think it's meant for oral consumption." he said, holding the beaker over the girl's face. " Now, say 'ahhh'."