No. 263 was much more fond of the classroom buildings in the late afternoon than any other time of day. Not that raktar were ever truly "fond" of anything, as near as any researcher had ever been able to determine. But they had their instinctual preferences and avoidances, as well as the behaviors N.I.C.E. had ingrained in them before dropping them onto the campus. Prime among these was avoiding large groups of people or creatures, even groups exclusively of human females, which a wild raktar would likely gladly approach, and in so doing, risk exposing the entire nature of the school. And so, thanks to its domestication, it tended to steer clear of the building and its hundreds of students. Come night, the place would be deserted save for the stray monster wandering about, and it could mostly explore in peace. But between late afternoon and early evening, the halls were only almost deserted. That was when the really rewarding happenings were.

And so 263 had once again taken the school building. Its body was hidden in one of the more remote rooms, and its tentacle appendages snaked through the building, crawling through vents, gaps in the ceilings and floors, and even through wiring conduits. But while most raktar would be compelled on such an expedition for the sake of exploring, taking whatever came along the way in stride, 263 had explored this place a hundred times. It knew it well, and it cared not for its design. 263 desired something else. A warm body and a shrill, screaming voice would not be just a happy coincidence today. It was 263's objective.

The skeleton of the building was practically rigid with its probes, yet it moved silently and slowly, alerting no one to its presence. It could feel the presences of several powerful creatures around it, but if they knew it was there, they paid it no mind, and it didn't bother them. It slithered on, listening for signs of what it sought. And it found them soon enough, in the voice of a girl in one of the classrooms.

It was late in the afternoon and all of the classes had led out for day. Most of the students had been had eagerly left the class halls for the day, ready to head to the cafeteria for the day, or back to the dorms, or anything else besides dealing with school. Still there was one girl left in the class hall. Ishtar found herself literally the last person in her Literature class. With being the last class before the exam, Ishtar wanted to make sure she gotten every last possible note from the dry erase board. Every piece of information she could write down would be absolutely key to next week's test. She wanted to make she had everything in her notebook. It had been a difficult class but somehow the sapphire haired student had managed to keep her grades just high enough to maintain her GPA. Still it was going to take every note she had to do well on the exam.

Having finally copied everything up, Ishtar stood up and stretched. She could feel the tightness of her shirt as it threated to pop out from where it was tucked into her plaid skirt. The young woman took a moment to pull down on the shirt to keep it in place. The shirt was underneath her navy vest and she wore the red tie to complete the uniform. The young woman looked up at the board. The teacher had left as soon as the class was over, needing to be somewhere else, but had been kind enough to keep the notes on the board for Ishtar to copy down. Now Ishtar had to hold up her end of the bargain and clear off the board before the next class came in.

Ishtar brushed a bit of her long blue hair out of the way before she decided walked downed to the dry erase board. Ishtar picked up the eraser and began to clean the board, unaware of how much her butt wiggled as she did so. She began to hum a tune as she did so, ready to head back to dorm after a hard day of class.

The sound of Ishtar's humming grew louder as 263's tentacles approached the Literature room. Unbeknownst to the young woman, nothing could have attracted the tentacles attention more than her singing voice. Well, except her screaming voice, but that would come later. Right now, all of the tentacles turned towards her delightful sound and homed in on the room. Many crawled through the vents, approaching one of two grates that led into the room - one from up high and one near the floor. Others crept through holes in the building and slithered over the ceiling itself. The ceiling was thin enough for the tentacles to make out the sound of her voice, but she had no way of knowing of their dangerous presence hanging over her.

In the hallway outside, several tentacles pushed through a grating near the room. They slithered over the wall that stood between them and Ishtar, searching for something. They soon found the edge of the door, and traced along the door frame. Then they groped around the door, until they found the handle. Gripping it tightly, they secured it in place, trapping the unwitting Ishtar inside. The rest of the tentacles slowly closed in on her room.

Ishtar continued to hum unbeknownst that she was drawing the attention to the tentacles that were exploring the building that had been mostly unoccupied at this time of day. She continued to make sure she had clean the board unaware of the tentacle was closing in on her. To be fair, had the blue haired girl be alert she would have no chance of seeing what was stalking her. Tentacles began to position themselves just above her at a vent while others had moved to one near the floor ready to strike if she was to flee. The young student just had a little bit to left to clean which would require to stretch out and attempt to get that last little bit on the board before she could finally go home for the night.

As the blue haired girl had cleaned she had failed to notice the movement through the window of the door. Tentacles had briefly come into view at the window as they explored the door. Soon they disappeared from view as they had found the handle to keep the young woman trapped in the room. Still the blue haired girl knew nothing as tentacles began to make their way into the room looking for beautiful form.

The tentacles finally reached the vents on either side of the room. Still drawn by Ishtar's beautiful humming, they pushed against the grates, which had been conveniently designed to give way with enough force - some 800 pounds of it. The metal grates finally eased open. Once through the weight-locked barriers, the tentacles began to creep into the room from both openings. The vent near the floor was behind Ishtar and off to her right, in the back of the room. The tentacles that crawled out began slithering along the floor, moving around and under desks as they headed towards the front of the class. The grate near the ceiling was closer, just off to her left. As tentacles emerged from this hole, they began to move along the walls, slowly working their way towards her.

Above her, one of the tentacles found a hole in the ceiling that just happened to be positioned directly above her. The tentacle pressed into the hole, finding itself in midair on the other side. Slowly, it lowered itself through the air, until it was dangling just to Ishtar's left, blindly swaying in empty space.

Ishtar continued to finish up her work, unaware of danger that now had completely surrounded her. The sound of the metal grates, seemed to indicate to the young woman that air conditioning system was kicking in. She did not know out the vents there was tentacles sliding out and slithering along the floor. Finally the young woman was done with clean up and could finally head back to the dorm. She turned only to find there was a tentacle dangling in front of her. The young woman immediately screamed as she turned to look around the classroom. It seemed along the floor and under the desks there were tentacles everywhere heading directly toward the blue haired girl.

Ishtar panic throwing her book bag at some of the tentacles. Quickly the young student immediately attempted to run to the door where she could escape. If she only knew that would be possible with the door locked…

At the sound of Ishtar's screams, the tentacles turned towards the young woman, starting to snake faster towards her. The tentacle near her lunged for her head, trying to either wrap around her or stick itself down her throat. She turned as it moved, and it narrowly missed her head, thrusting into empty air. More tentacles continued to float or slither towards her. The book bag she flung hit one of the tentacles, and it reflexively coiled around it. Determining that the book bag was not a young woman to fuck, it swiveled and hurled the bag against the far wall with considerable force. The rest of the tentacles followed her, tracking her steps as she ran towards the door. On the other side, tentacles braced against the door, holding it closed as Ishtar tried in vain to pry it open.

Almost at once the tentacles attacked. One immediately dove at her head, forcing the young woman to reflexively duck out of the way. She was fortunate to barely get out of the way as the tentacle struck empty air. But more was tentacles were now diving down at her. The book bag she through as a sacrifice was caught in midair by one of the tentacles. She turned and run knocking chairs behind her in a vain attempt to delay the tentacles. She did not see the book bag tossed aside as the tentacle joined its brethren in its chance of the blue haired beauty. She ran full force in the door hoping to open and go through in one simple motion. Ishtar slammed into the door and let out a loud shout as the door simply refuse to open. No…No!! NO!!!! She spun around in horror away from the door as the tentacles closed in on her.

(OOC: Sorry for the delay, I been busy with RL stuff).

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The tentacles moved quickly towards Ishtar, converging on the sound of her voice and her struggling against the door. She was clearly trapped, tentacles surrounding her as they closed in, but even these proved not to be the closest danger. Before the approaching tendrils even finished passing the line of chairs she had left behind her, the ceiling creaked loudly. Suddenly, a deluge of tentacles burst through the tiles above her, pouring down directly on top of her. The mass of flesh knocked her to the ground and smothered her form, pinning her against the floor. The mass was alive with movement, squirming all over her. Her head was free of the blanket of tentacles, though this only allowed her to see the others approaching her trapped form. Struggle though she might, she wouldn't be able to break free of the sheer weight and strength of the swarm holding her down.

The tentacles quickly closed on the frightened blue haired girl cowering against the door. The tentacles seemed to spread out as they moved towards her, making sure there was nowhere her for her to run to. But that was not the scariest part, as the young woman heard a creaking from above. The young woman looked up and her eyes went wide in horror as she saw the ceiling beginning to give way above her. Almost at once tentacles burst through the tiles and came crashing down on the blue haired girl. Ishtar let out a gasp as she felt all that wait slam into her and knock he down to the ground. The tentacles wasted no time covering her entire body. The writhing mass was simply too strong for the blue haired girl who struggled to get free. No…let me go!!!! By now only her head was free and she could only watch in horror as more tentacles scurried across the floor. Chairs were tossed by toys as the tentacles closed on downed woman.

The tentacles didn't even bother restraining her limbs. Their sheer weight ensured that she could neither escape nor resist. What they did do was begin to feel around. Their touch quickly turned from passive contact to active exploration of the girl's delicate curves and supple features. She could feel their touch roaming over her body through her clothes, like dozens of thick fingers each dragging themselves across her in different directions. Already intrigued by her warmth, her softness, and her feminine scent, some of the tentacles began to rub their lengths slowly back and forth against her clothes. It was as if the entire swarm moved with one mind, and the ideas of that mind were becoming clearer by the second. The tentacles that had approached her from across the room slowed as they neared her, not seeing any need to jump onto the dog pile that already covered her, and having little else to do just yet. They hovered, inches from her face, pointing at her as if possessed by monstrous intent, curious about the victim they had pinned.

The poor blue haired simply could not move at all, there was too many tentacles jammed down on her body to be able do anything. Soon some of the tentacles began to move up and down her body she could feel them even through clothes as they rubbed against her body. Some seemed to be interested in exploring her sides and her taught stomach. Others however began to explore her breasts even though they were covered by her white blouse. Yet others were rubbing up against her legs, which had little protection from the intruders, except for an incredibly too small skirt. All seemed to be move with one mind, making sure that never an instant that where Ishtar could be able to lift her limbs and attempting to free herself. It was then that the other tentacles finally made it to the student’s fallen form. Ishtar could see the tentacles hovering just inches from her face as if they were trying to figure out what to do about the young woman. Somebody help me!!! I am being attacked by some sort of creature!!!

Exposing her mouth proved to be a poor decision for Ishtar. The moment she cried out, one of the tentacles jutted forward straight into her mouth, filling her all the way to her throat. It began to slowly pump in and out of her mouth, rubbing its length over her tongue. It felt fleshy, and tasted bitter, almost dirty. Its shaft was hard, and felt like it was filled with muscle. That was just as evident in the other shafts squirming over her farther down. The tentacles quickly found the edges of her loose-fitting uniform and slipped under them. She could feel tentacles traveling up her chest, pressing their lengths into her skin. They moved slowly up and up, and were soon pressing their rounded heads against the underside of her breasts. Several began to crawl through her cleavage, pressing against the clasp of her bra but not managing to displace it yet. Others began to coil around her breasts - some near the base, and others higher up. She could feel them start to squeeze as they took her lovely mounds in their lengths.

Her lower body was covered completely in tentacles, every inch of her skin pressed up against the writhing masses. She could feel them start to slide over her ample rear, pressing and squeezing her tight cheeks. Others were crawling between her legs, rubbing her thighs and even starting to caress her crotch through her soft panties. In a rather telling display, she suddenly felt several tentacles loop through her underwear and begin to drag them away from her. She could feel her nether region be exposed to the swarming mass, the simple proximity meaning that there were instantly meaty shafts rubbing against her slit.

[color=LightSkyBlue]Please, somebody. Anyone! Hel…….umpff….p/color] As Ishtar cried out for help a tentacle drove itself into her mouth. It pushed deep into her throat, making the young woman eyes almost bulge out in shock. It was then it began to move back and forth, making the young woman taste the tentacle in her mouth. It tasted quite bitter, but the tentacle was very hard as if it was filled in with muscle. By now the other tentacles began to work their way underneath her boluse. She could feel them traveling up past her abs and her stomach. Soon they had oved up and pressed against the underside of her breasts. The blue haired girl made muffled moans of protest as the tentacles began to move through her cleavage. Other tentacles moved around her mounds in attempt to coil around them. Soon she could the tentacles begin to squeeze her breasts, as the tendrils secured the orbs for themselves.

Ishtar lower body was not left undisturbed either. Tentacles were exploring her legs at quite some detail even as some moved up her skirt. The tentacles began to slide over her rear, pressing against and squeezing her tight rear. Others began to push up in between her legs forcing them to apart ever so slightly. Some began to press against her flower even through her panties. That was very brief though as tentacles soon pushed underneath her panties and began to pull. Almost at once the young woman could feel her panties being pulled down her legs. Ishtar could only shake her head and make muffled moans of protest as the panties were pulled free of her body and the meaty tentacles began to press against her delicate and exposed slit.

The tentacles began to molest Ishtar's sizable breasts in earnest, squeezing and pulling at their soft, pliable masses. With the sheer number of tentacles that covered her, there was pressure everywhere against her chest. Before long, several tentacles slipped beneath her breasts, touching her skin and her nipples as they continue to squirm. With their erratic movement, her bra is quickly pushed out of the way, exposing her breasts, to the full mass of tentacles worming under her blouse. Several more tentacles add themselves to the fray as they rip through her top, tunneling underneath to the soft, sensitive skin below.

As the tentacles grope her more and more forcefully, another tentacle emerges in front of her. This one is different than the others, particularly in that its head is much rounder. Quickly, that orb slides open to reveal a monstrous eye pointing at her. It stares at her, unblinking. A moment later, something strange happens in Ishtar's mind. Her vision fills with a second sight of some kind, but one of her. She can see herself, pinned beneath the tentacles, a long mass of flesh pushing in and out of her mouth, stretching her jaw wide open. She can't see what's happening beneath the tentacles, but she can feel it as the tentacles start to press more firmly against her pussy.

Then there's a voice. Not a voice like she's used to - it's not coming from anywhere, and it's almost not a sound. It's more like an idea worming into her mind, fully formed, the words coming after the fact. "Girl," the voice says slowly and unclearly. "Rape. Her. Fuck. Her."