It was just starting to get dark, the sun was setting lighting the sky ablaze with radiant hues of orange red and purple. Christina was out for a walk, having changed for the evening after her classes in this twisted and strange place they call a school. Her blond hair blew slightly and her small form seemed even smaller next to the trees in the woods by Shokushu. She decided she would go for a stroll to learn the grounds of the island a bit more. Placing a hand against a tree at the edge of the woods she watched the sunset and sighed contently. For all the dangers of this place it was truly beautiful. the way a rose has its thorns.

In a completely different part of the island, the thorns of Shokushu awoke. A snarling noise would be heard, inhuman... unnatural... nothing that a being of conscience could have uttered. Yet it belonged to something with a clear and well defined purpose, and the reason to fulfil it.

A cave, covered by thorny branches, hidden deep in the forest was the source of the unnatural noises. But instead of another snarl, sniffing sounds could be heard from the entrance now. Air was breathed in and analyzed. It was searching for a scent. And it gathered one...

Eyes opened, allowing the setting sun to reflect in pitch black darkness.

The scent was slightly spicy, the one of a human female, but intermingled with the remainders of shampoo. It stood out from the scent of the other human females on these island, because it proposed an enormous potential for fear, yet tasting delicately for youth and curiousity. Yes...the being had found what it was searching for...

With a swift jump, the creature left the cave. A witness would have noticed nothing more than a shadow, and even if his eyes would have recognized more, his mind would have most probably declined to accept what the eyes just saw.

The human conscience could only accept so much.

Christina closed her azure spheres of vision allowing the ocean breeze wash over her as something, very faint in the silence of the island, snapped her attention. A sound, not of any animal she had ever heard of but that was the trick. There were no birds or anything to speak of on the island, nor any wildlife except for plants from what she could ascertain. Something was coming. Her stomach knotted and twist in fear, but at the same time, curious as to what made the noise.

It had been a few days now at shokushu and she has encountered its "other denizens". Was this one of them? She brushed her hair back and fixed her white satin tank top which clung to her lovely bodice, very similar to a friend of hers which she came here to find but apparently isn't here. Pulling up her matching satin pajama pants she walked in her sneakers towards the sound, curious and only slightly affraid at the moment, but her curiosity won out. She had already gotten ready for the end of the day after her classes finished and if this sound was nothing, then she could easily slip back into bed.

Steadfast, she tred on deeper into the woods.

Forest... jungle. Thorak moved through the underwood with long jumps, while thorny branches lashed at him due to his pace. He barely noticed them, because of his thick skin and the bony carapace.

If one would have seen him now, he could have mistaken him for an especially big animal, for he raced through the underwood on four of his six limbs while using the last pair for support, to part bushes and bend especially thick branches in his way. But the most spooky part about the whole scenery was, how less noise the creature Thorak made, even at these speeds. It was like a phantom. It spoke to the fact that he was a creature bred for the hunt, and that in the family tree of this one hundreds of different creatures from hundreds of different jungle planets were noted. In the slot were you note: female ancestor.

Thorak sensed his victim, and felt that he was coming closer. He smelled her delicious bodily odour now even more intense, and as he finally slowed down, and came to a halt behind a bush, he even made out her hertbeat, as she approached his position. Hidden by the thick brush of the bush he made her out in her night dress, approaching his position.

She was beautiful, Thorak had already devoured enough male brains to appreciate that. In her sparse dress even more. Thorak felt, how the genetic legacy of all the male human brains he had feast on, made him grow an erection. Thorak was attracted to this girl, and not in a small fashion. Soon she would be his, he would reach out, grab her, and rape her nubile young body. Soon...

But Thorak was a creature of the hunt, and her heart was beating a tick too steady for his taste, a tick too calm, with tick too less fear. And so his claw reached out for a branch before him, and shook it. Deliberately. She would notice.

Christina turned with a hard swallow as she heard the bush shake, something was there and she didn't know what. She stared at the shrubbery unblinking, her heart beat quickening as thoughts raced through her mind. The racing thoughts quickly turned to racing legs as she turned and sprinted in the other direction. What ever was in that bush wasn't human, or even animal. Something in the pit of her stomach didn't feel right so she took off.

"Interesting"

The word was like an intruder, something that did not belong into her head, but that was nevertheless there. It felt like a block of dark black ice gliding slowly through her conscience. But there was nothing following. Just this word: "Interesting"

The alien wanted to just chase after Christina, but then he remembered the human oddity to fear more what they don't see. And so it followed her, but deliberately kept enough distance to be hidden by bushes and undergrowth. The only thing she would notice about him, were the movements of the leafs and bushes, and her imagination would do the rest.

For a brief moment Thorak wondered if he should warn her that she was running towards a lake. But feeling the growing stiffness of his erection, he decided against this option. There he would catch her...

Quick glances over her shoulder only revealed rustling bushes and branches, but the way they switched which sides that shook, she realized something.

This thing was purposely not catching her. This thing was fast, blazingly fast. As branches and twigs from trees grazed her face as she sped past them she took one more look behind her only to see a silouette of a large black "thing". She was right, it was only one very fast creature. The forest was coming to a clearing, in the clearing was a lake. This thing was toying with her and she didn't like it one bit.

Bile rose in her throat as the fear mounted. How could she get away or defend herself from something that fast. She wasn't nearly as good at fighting as her friend who she had come here to find. Only to learn that she graduated already. There was no hope, she skid to a stop on the sandy front of the lake and turned to face the creature. There was no where to go and she could only stand her ground.

Very slowly she turned around to peer back at the forest for what awaited her.

The creature emerged from the shadows slowly, parting the black curtain like the surface of some very calm sea. Bit by horrible bit, the disgusting alien features were revealed to the frightened student.

The head, and the black lidless eyes were the first features, which were uncovered. Christina would notice the mouth tentacles twitch randomly from side to side, just as if they were seeking something... or someone... to feast on.

The whole "Thing" stood upright on two legs, with horrible, four membered claws sinking deep into the wet ground of the lake shore.

Two Legs... and two arms. But these were the humanoid similarities so far...

There was another pair of limbs ending in what seemed to be oversized, bony scythes. And from each limb, legs, arms, and scythearms similarly, a tentacle began to protude. Just like a snake which wriggled out of their cave, the tentacle meandered from a hole in each limb, just beneath what, by absence of more matching words, has to be called knee and elbow. From beyond the back, in form of an oversized X, four more tentacles, even thicker then the ones hidden within the limbs, grew.

Slime glistened on every tentacle, and the last remainders of light, which the setting sun had to offer, immersed them in red, making the slime almost seem like blood on the dark, greenish-grey skin of the creature.

The human brain was not made to process all these features at once, one could only witness so much things at once, before losing track. And so one thing almost got lost by the sheer amount of "alieness": A long, thick rod, resembling a genital if one wouldn't look too close, and ignore the additional small limbs and tentacles which grew around what had to be called the glans. It dangled just were with a human male the genital would be, protuding from one of three holes in a bony carapace between the aliens legs, which guarded the... creatures balls obviously. And the genital seemed to grow, or at least stiffen...

The alien stood there. 11 feet tall it towered above the girl in all its disgusting glory, surrounded by twitching and wriggling tentacles... and then there was this feeling again. In her head. It felt even more disgusting then the sight of the alien.

"Take your clothes off..."

Nothing could have Prepared Christina for what emerged from the brush. The thing was massive, black, alien, horrid, and had more extraenious appendages than cared for.

But that is not what bothered her the most. It was that strange feeling she got in her head which seemed to form words. Such a disgusting feeling she imediately rejected it.

"Never!" She spat back at the creature, her voice quivering with dread and horror. She was frozen with fear for the most part, but something in her stirred still.

The Feeling of wrongness that she felt looking at this thing, it was not natural, but not created. Something about it felt, purely evil. That alone gave her some strange solace. On that alone she kept her voice, if nothing else. She slowly backed away from the creature, forcing her terrified form to move as the last light fell from the sky, the light of night illuminating her satin nightwear, making her whole luscious body seem to glow in the night.

"There is no way out..."

The voice was merciless, and the more often Christina heard it, the more it felt, as if it would settle down in her mind. It was as if it took the parts of darkness, which were Christinas, and wove it's own words from it. But what it said, and the way it said it... it was as if it was pointing out an obvious fact, nothing special. Something that Christina should know by now...

The creature made a small step forward, covering ground for which Christina had needed several steps, as she backed up from its disgusting form.

"The future holds two pathes for you now, little girl. One is filled with pain and degradation. The other one will let you keep at least a little bit of dignity, even if it is not much. It's your choice. Take your clothes off..."

It didn't even really feel like an order. More like a statement of how the future of Christina was constructed, and which allowed no objection.

"...then we will copulate"

It didn't need to implant pictures into the head of Christina. They just came...

Christina shook her head as the words continued, Images of what it planned to do flooded her mind as it gave her it's two choices. She wanted to scream, but she knew it would not help her. No one could hear her. There was no way she could possibly defeat this thing, or get away.

Either give in and strip so it could ravage her, or defy and be raped. Either way led to the same path.

"Dignity..." She said low but still audible. "Degredation...." Her face hardened, she was frightened, but not petrified. This thing gave her two choices, give in, or fight. She already knew her answer.

"You say those things as if you know what they are. But this darkness, it is like stories I once heard. You know not the meaning of the word dignity. Giving in to you would be losing all dignity. You will probably take me, rape me, but you will not take me willingly."

The thing had grown close enough she felt she might be able to pull something drastic. She pulled her left leg back and swept it up into the sand of the lakeshore, sending some of it into the air towards the beast. It was not a good plan, but it was the best shot she had.

So you chose the path of dignity...

The creature did not even refer to the sand which crackled against the bony carapace just moments before. It was meaningless.

There was no sign of haste in the creatures movements at all, the tentacles didn't shoot forwards, but moved in a considerable speed, not too fast, but not too slow either. Just as if it was not necessary to hurry, because the monster would catch the girl either. Just as if whatever Christina did wouldn't be able to change her terrible fate.

Tentacles closed about her thighs and biceps, feeling slick, slimy and... strong. Big claws closed about her waist. The whole flowing movement was too quick to react, but nevertheless seemed effortless, like something the creature could have done while sleeping. The monster drew her closer.

"but i fear the difference between both pathes is merely a difference in perspective. The amount of pain and degradation..."

The scythearms raised and lowered the bony scythes onto the clothes of Christina. The sharp blades cut through the fabric of her tank top and her pyjama pants and left a slimy trail on her nude skin underneath. Christina would feel the pointy ends painfully on her skin, knowing that, with just a little more pressure, the sharp scythes wouldn't just cut through the satin fabric, but deep into her tender flesh. And the creature knew that too...

"...is the same"

Her clothes... the remainders of them... fell to the ground, leaving her nude in front of the monster. For a brief moment, it seemed as if the monster regaled on the view of her nude body in front of him, amused itself with the way how the lights of the night made her tender skin glow, the way how her soft white flesh shimmered in fleets of blue, and her blond hair glowed in remembrances of gold. Then the moment was over, and thick tentacles which grew from Thoraks back closed about Christinas breast.

”But you may take solace in the thought…"

The tentacles felt slick and slimy, but also bumpy, as they began to squeeze on the firm globes of flesh. Thorns… no… teeth, each as big as a thumb began to grow from every tentacle, on the side, which didn’t touch her tender flesh. Sometimes one of them would scrape her skin, deliberately or not, leaving little red marks. Then the creature drew her even closer.

”…that I consider you attractive, and that i don’t just want to rape you to spread my seed and let it be keen in you…".

Christina got a clear view on the mouth within the circle of tentacles now. It bristled with teeth. It was as if a great white shark was about to feast on her, and as the terrible mouth opened, she saw a long, dark red tongue emerge, approximately at the same time as she felt …something… touch the soft white mound of her sex, pressing against it. From the feeling of it, it was the creatures genital, whose little tentacles and limbs, which surrounded the glans, wriggled and twitched uncontrolled about her pubic, leaving thick slimy traces where they didn’t belong.

”…but because I want to fuck you".

Christina writhed in a mixture of disgust, fear, and arousal as she noticed the teeth, tongue, and the appendage alien to her, against her sex. The thing had made short work of her outfit and even shorter work restraining her.

"So you do have intelligence," She managed to get out inbetween her aroused mewling. "I don't know if I should be flattered or disgusted that something like you is interested in me."

She fought, with all of her strength she battled against the creatures lecherous advances to her shapely, but naked form.

Christinas struggles were meaningless. It doesn’t even seem to exert the alien, to move her body in exactly the way it demanded. Every time Christina tried to move her limbs or her body in a different direction… it was as if she was paralysed. But not by some poison, rather by the sheer strength of the alien.

“As you should know... this is not a matter of intelligence, but of lust. And of both I have enough…”

The wet, giant red tongue connected with Christinas cheek, as these words formed in Christinas mind, feeling like a worm that didn’t belong into her head. The tongue was warm, almost hot, but nevertheless felt like a nude snail, which meandered over the tender sensitive skin of Christinas face. The alien was close enough now, to catch its scent, and although one would expect its scent to be just as disgusting as its appearance, it was not like this. It smelled different than any scent which Christina knew, but nevertheless not really awkward. Just… alien. As if she would have been asked how red sounded, or how rough tasted. Somehow…spicy even.

But be assured… you would be the first being in this universe, which felt more then revulsion for my kin.

A tentacle, it was impossible to tell which one of the many, began to play with Christinas sex, rub it with changing rhythms, running its slimy and bumpy form along her slit, while the creatures terrible mouth sucked on her right tit, the mouth tentacles squirming about her chest like a nest of slimy, wriggling snakes. She would feel the sharp teeth in the creatures mouth like a menace, which could penetrate the tender flesh of her breast at all time, but never did. And from time to time she would also feel the warm erection of the alien pressing against the entrance of her womanhood, feel its little alien tentacles and limbs squirming about her labias, seeking for entrance into her.

”But I don’t demand you to feel in a specific way. I just demand your sex. So if you wish to feel a mixture of your own, dark, demanding lust and unnatural, revolting disgust you are free to do so…”

Christina's mind blurred for her. A mixing pot of revulsion and arousal filled her body. She wanted to scream, but no sound was formed. Only the gasp of arousal as its phallus perched itself at her moist womanhood. Her body tried desperately to thrash, to struggle, to fight. But she was bound so tightly she could do little more than wiggle slightly as the monstrous darkness consumed not only her flesh, the mouth suckling on her pert breast, but almost her sanity. Her eyes closed tightly and from some unknown corner of her consiousness she found the further will to speak.

"My body." Her haggard breaths broke the sentence, which was barely a whisper. "Is that the only thing you desire from me?"

Her luscious form glimmered in the light of the moon, the massive creature's tentacles coiling about her like living shadow across her skin.