The day was a long way from drawing to a close, still several hours before 263 would usually strike out to seek new girls to ravage. But restlessness had spurred it into motion early today. Its bodies had found precious few victims all day - one girl in her dorm room, and another out for a walk in a very secluded part of the forest - a paltry haul compared to its usual findings. It had been so frustrated that it was still raping them both, hours later. No doubt the NICE officers would come to their aid shortly, before it endangered them, and its active bodies would have to slink away.

But the monster had other bodies moving already, slithering through the underground access tunnels that lined the island for use by its guests. It decided that if it had nothing better to do, it might as well do some scouting. Its bodies moved slowly through the tunnels, passing by several other monsters who paid little heed to the "mindless Raktar". 263 regarded them with equal contempt, but didn't see any value in starting a fight with them. Instead, it moved away from them, towards the more public spaces. It likely wouldn't be able to grab anyone there, but maybe it would be able to find some cute girls to stalk home later.

Finally, several of its bodies split off from the group, and moved to the maintenance rooms of the library. Once situated there, it spread its tentacles through the vents and pipes, snaking into the building and scanning the girls who had assembled there.

Abby sighed as she nestled in the little nook on the top floor of the library. Plush cushions sat around her while she picked up her boots and set them gingerly next to her spot. A small stack of books were opposite her, the young woman flexing her bare toes as the cushions conformed to her form. She wriggled and turned the first few pages, letting the light from the upper floor windows serve as her reading illumination.

She arched her back slightly, seeing very few students passing by as she read. There wasn't much to do on lazy days like this, and with much of her day being filled with boring enrollment paperwork, Abby was eager to welcome the distraction of a few good books...

263 scanned the students, weighing its options. There were a few isolated students here and there, though most of them in the middle of the library, or near enough to it to be visible. If it drew attention to itself, the school administrators would have unkind things to say to it, in the form of incinerators, they'd assured it. Still, those students might be worth following home come evening. Some of the smaller groups might break up as well.

Then it saw her. She was sitting in a back corner of the library, not just alone, but isolated. Shelves of books stood between her and the other students, blocking her from their sight. And as it watched her, precious few students walked by to begin with. She had unwittingly served herself up to it. And even that might not have been enough to tempt it to break protocol, until it saw her.

From a vent in the ceiling, a tentacle slid forth, and a round eyeball morphed from its tip. It stared down at her from on high, taking her in. She was gorgeous, even by the standards of this island, sprawled invitingly out below it. As soon as it saw her, tentacles were already sneaking through the vents towards her. Did it dare risk the higher ups' ire by taking this girl here and now?

Almost as if enticed by some spirit of horror, Abby shifted in her seat and slid off her leather jacket. The exposure of her shoulders, the thin strap of her tanktop that gave way to a better view of her cleavage as well as the gentle inward curve of her bared armpits. She stretched her legs outward, crossing them at the ankles as she got more comfortable in the all-too-warm library.

Cozy little nooks like these probably kept pretty warm since the air couldn't circulate as much, but the vents were always nice especially when they could offer a cool contrast of air. Abby continued to read, blissfully unaware of what was really coming through the vents aside from cool, refreshing air...

The young woman's accidental display was all 263 needed to make up its mind. This day had been frustrating enough, and it wasn't about to wait to vent its feelings on the beautiful girl below. So long as she didn't make a scene, it wouldn't likely run into trouble having her in a secluded spot like this. It would just have to act fast to avoid letting her call out for attention.

Steadily, tentacles began to snake out of the vents overhead, and near the floor behind the bookshelves. Long, thick tentacles slithered over the floor, hiding behind the troves of books that surrounded Abby. Quickly, they came within striking distance. But, that only brought 263 to its next question: how to take the girl without letting her raise the alarm. Sure, it could grab her arms and legs and pin her down easily enough, but she was bound to shout. It could fill her mouth with a tentacle, certainly, but whether it could do it fast enough was a gamble, and one that it couldn't afford to lose on.

Fortunately, 263's abilities gave it other options. There was one reliable way to lower a girl's reaction times, and generally relax her mouth. Gently, 263 reached out with its psyonic powers, touching Abby's mind. It wandered through her general cognition, until at last it found the erotic part of her mind. Gently, it began to prod. Her body would start to feel warm, and a shapeless lust would slowly trickle into her, to be filled in by her mind.

"Nnh, weird..." She said after a moment, stretching a bit once again. She felt a tingle in her nethers and it made her wonder what was going on. She shook her head, setting the novel she was reading to the side. "Didn't know Fantasy did that to me. I'll have to unpack my little toy when I get back to my room and have a little privacy..."

Abby gave another stretch and yawned, her mouth opened in a prime spot for invasion. She slid a hand down to her skirt and teased along her crotch for the briefest of moments, trying to sate whatever urge she had felt coming over her. "Maybe right here..." She looked around, though it wasn't a good enough look as she spread her legs a little and dipped her fingers just beneath her skirt to tease at her panties.

"A-ah... mmnh..."

The girl's yawn gave 263 an easy window to fill her mouth and leave her muted, but now it was curious how far it could push the girl in this direction. Its tentacles held their positions nearby, ready to pounce from behind the bookshelves and just above her. But instead, 263 continued its attention on her mind. It prodded her pleasure centers, seeing what effects it could achieve. A tingling in the chest here, an eagerness for touch on her thighs there. It played with her body through her mind, knowing she'd have no idea where these urges were coming from.

Abby gave another squirm in her plush pillow, splaying her toes out as one leg curled inward. Why was she feeling so... so horny? Her fingers danced over the outside of her panties, tracing her feminine slit from bottom to top, soaking the material in her arousal. She huffed through her nose, feeling her chest heave in excited breath as a light gasp escaped her. Her bra-less chest beneath her tanktop was already showing signs of arousal as well with two twin peaks forming through the fabric.

"Nnh, damn..." She arched her back again, still wondering where this all came from. Seconds turned to moments, moments to an entire couple minutes. In time, Abby had inched her panties down just enough to keep her fingers inside her quivering nethers, exploring herself as she kept one eye open for anyone who may have walked by...

263 watched with delight as the girl below began to play with herself. The openly erotic display her body put on was infinitely refreshing after watching girls go to and fro all day, completely clothed and unmolested. Better yet, the ease with which it had prompted her to pleasure herself spoke promisingly of how it be to ravage her.

Even as it enjoyed the sight of her splayed out, it watched closely for its chance. In her mind, it could see her focus slipping, and her senses dulling. Her reflexes would be slow, and her body relaxed and vulnerable. She was starting to breathe more heavily, and that would make her mouth an easy target. It waited, waited, waited...

Finally, it saw its chance. The girl's mouth opened just wide enough, and her eyes drifted closed just slightly. It was the perfect invitation. The tentacle above her coiled, poised to strike. It was half a second from lunging, when suddenly the tense silence was broken by voices. Two girls spoke softly to each other as they wandered by, within earshot of Abby's little corner, though they didn't head towards her or even seem to notice her.

"Mmm..." Abby moaned softly, trying not to draw attention to herself as her fingers were already slick with her arousal. She kept teasing herself quietly in her nook, her bare leg brushing against the stack of books next to her. Her elbow adjusted, tipping over her unattended boots with a soft, dull thud. The girl had no idea that she was being watched...

Abby shivered and licked her lips, biting her lower one as she let out a soft, breathy gasp when the second finger slid past her hot, waiting sex. Her toes splayed and curled, lifting her hips faintly from the cushion below, a perfect position to be pounced upon.

Despite the risk of being discovered, the girl hadn't stopped pleasuring herself. 263 admired the tenacity of her lust, so much that it felt inspired. If she wasn't going to let a little potential discovery stop her from fucking herself, it wasn't going to, either.

The tentacle struck just as her boots hit the ground. It shot straight and true into her mouth, past her soft lips and over her tongue. Its mass filled her entire maw in an instant, forcing her jaw to stretch. It showed some restraint in not pushing into her throat just yet, allowing her to breathe more easily. But the hot, wet confines of her mouth did prompt it to slip gently back and forth.

The other tentacles followed quickly. Within seconds, they slithered past books and shelves up to her improvised lounge. Once upon her, they lunged to grab her wrists and ankles, making sure she couldn't struggle enough to make a scene.

"MMNGH!" She grunted as the tentacle wriggled into her mouth, almost clamping down her jaw instinctively as it pushed in. She couldn't however, her tongue being forced down to accommodate the thickness of the tendril. As the thing moved back and forth, she reached up to grasp at it...

... but found her wrists promptly bound! She wriggled and fought against them, knocking over the little stack of books while her toes maintained contact with the floor. She bent her knees inward, arching her back while she tugged fiercely at the tentacles on her wrists and legs. She was fairly strong, given her time spent in gymnastics, but her struggling was making the strap on her tanktop slip down her shoulder and expose a bit more cleavage than one could expect.

One of 263's eyes snaked out from behind the bookshelf and floated up beside her. The strange orb had the same off-brown color as the tentacles, and its surface was thick and dry compared to human eyes. Still, the cat-like pupil in the center left little question about what it actually was. It looked Abby up and down, unblinking, taking in the site of her voluptuous and restrained body. It let her struggle for now, as that was doing a surprisingly good job of undoing her clothing.

Slowly, other tentacles began to rise up around her, like predators gathered around a meal, poised to strike. As one tentacle moved to join the group, it slithered across Abby's foot, only gently grazing her.

Her own eyes went wide at seeing the eye, squirming even more. The top slid down on both shoulders, almost to the point where it could go down on its own. Unfortunately, her bust was enough that the top was stuck and wouldn't budge without further assistance. She muffled a scream around the tendril, her jaw aching while her toes gave a flex against that tentacle.

"Mnnh! Mnnr mrmmnh!" She held back a few giggles, feeling the ticklish tendril tease her toes. She squirmed again, trying to thrash her body as she knocked over a few more books. She was sure to catch someone's attention... right?

"Hey, did you hear something?" One of the girls who had walked by earlier suddenly spoke. From the sound of her voice, she and her friend were farther away, but it still caught 263's attention. One of its eyes swiveled in the direction of the voice, and its tentacles froze in place. Quickly, another tentacle wrapped around Abby's waist, while another wrapped around her neck. Their strength was enormous, suddenly restricting her ability to move completely.