The place was a small natural paradise. A small glade with a rounded, big rock just next to the gargling brook, which was parting the whole glade in its middle.
Strange subtropical flowers in hundred different shades of blue grew here, undisturbed... most of the time, mostly because it took a good climb up from the beach. To reach it one would have to climb up the dark rocky cliff, and it was not recognizable from down there, where the waves of the azure blue sea were collapsing on the black basalt sand, that there was something akin to a ladder leading up, created by a few dozen little cavities in the stone.

It was a secret, as it should be, though an open one between the girls. But given the scenery and the almost unrecognizeable ladder, one could almost imagine it to be the meeting point of two lovers, gathering here to indulge in their desire, while the rest of the world would be left outside, far away... impossible to reach, but also impossible to disrupt the act of passion, which the minds eye of an imaginative girl could easily picture happening here.

But it was a beautiful trap, because in fact... it were those girls who never talked about it, those who never visited it... who knew it better than anyone else.

Crystal climbed the rocks easily, her body toned and fit from her lifestyle. She managed to get away between classes and figured it best to scope out the rest of the island. There was something strange here and she was determined to figure out what. She hadn't found anything on the beach, looking for some sign that there was more than just students on this island. She had seen them, encountered them, been at their mercy. She would find out where their source was so she could report it to the head of the school.

Her peach, toned legs shimmered in the sunlight beneath navy blue mini shorts. White sneakered feet placed themselves carefully from stone to stone as she climbed the steep rocks. Bare hands lead up slender athletic arms to a tight, form fitting cotton T-shirt which held within it the curvacious form of an angel. Straight blond hair blew in the wind as she made it to the top of the cliff. Hoisting herself up made her ample, generous chest bounce withing the confines of her bra and T-Shirt. What she saw astounded her as she slowly walked with azure eyes open wide at the Eden before her.

It was one of its favourite hunting grounds.

Having devoured hundreds of human male brains over the years, originally to gather all the necessary genetic information to grow working primary sex organs and to learn their secrets, the creature understood meanwhile the concept of beauty, or what the humans considered it to be.
The beauty of a place or a concept still meant nothing to the monster, but it liked the effect it had on a girl, when she was raped horribly here.

How could such a bad thing happen at such a beautiful place...?

The only beauty that the creature was interested in, was that of the human girl who was climbing up the cliff now, while the creature was watching her from afar.

It already felt the welcome tingling between its legs, as those very organs it grew for this purpose began to stiffen, still hidden in their protective shell, but already, literally, hard pressing to be released.

With a swift movement the creature vanished from the rock where it hid, glid into the water, and emerged from it 50 meter further, at the beach, just beneath those "steps" that led upstairs, where the girl did finish her climb just a few moments ago.

Without a noise, the creature began to climb, quick, after her, as if it was bred for this purpose, which, in fact, it was.
Tentacles that were growing from the monsters back and strong arms supported the creature in lifting itself up quickly, without causing any noise, while Rose was stepping further onto the glade.

It was when she almost reached the brook, that the monster lifted its head partially over the edge of the cliff, watching her, while it felt the throbbing pain of its pent-up sex, as it was yearning to be released.

But it seemed that one of the guys whose brain it did devour once had been a voyeur and so it just remained there, watching her... for now.
Because its instincts told it, that it would rape her soon anyway... push its sex into her warm folds...so why not enjoy the pleasant anticipation that was emanating from the depth of its body just a little longer...

She stepped forward, slowly at first, awe clearly shown on her face for what was before her. She couldn't even fathom a place like this existed. Her mouth hung open in shock as she gawked at the sheer breathtaking beauty of the place.

"Wow..." a whisper escaped her lips, "What is this place?" She asked herself aloud, her voice pleasant and light. Her walk held a certain unconscious sexual grace to it as her hips moved in a natural sway as she continued oblivious to the fiend watching her.

"It is Hell"

The voice was her own, yet... not. It felt as if someone took memories of Rose saying each word once, and pieced them together in a wrong way, making the sentence sound all wrong and fragmented. Yet it was definitely her own voice in her own head that was saying it and it felt like a block of ice, that was slowly gliding up her spine.

Somewhere in the back the creature was erecting itself slowly at the edge of the riff.. posing so to say. It loved the effect it had when a girl saw it for the first time.

The thing was towering 11 feet tall. Four long tentacles, several meters at least and at the base as thick as Rose's thighs, constantly moving and twitching, grew from its back. It had six limbs: Four arms, two legs. Though... only two of those arms ended in something akin to hands... or better... terrible claws, the other arms were basically a giant form of those of a praying mantis, blotched with horns, ugly bumps, and ending in horny blades, which the creature pushed into the ground to support itself. The most inhuman thing though... was the head. Countless squirming tentacles grew over the creatures maw, constantly mowing, twitching and twisting, but hiding the rows and rows of sharp teeth that would have made a shark jealous.

It was the sound of the blades entering the wet and fertile ground, which would alert Rose about the position of the horrendous stalker, because the voice in her head knew no direction. But the creature would wait until she turned and face it, and only then she would hear the strange voice, her voice, in her head again.

"Your own, very personal... hell"

The chill came upon Crystal with an almost expectant dread. She knew a place like this had to be too good to be true, but as the radiant young woman turned around to see the apparent source of the voice in her head, nothing could have prepared her for what she saw. It defied description, the most horrifying sight she had ever seen. It stood in stark contrast to the beautiful surroundings and what was awe, turned to terror. The look in her shimmering eyes as she slowly stepped backwards away from the creature she could not even bring herself to speak or scream. The gorgeous student stood in mute witness to the monstrosity before her. It was the stuff of nightmares, as much as her appearance was the stuff of a man(or woman's) fantasy.

Regretting her decision to come out alone, the fear took over into panic as she then turned to sprint away from the creature, not knowing if there was a way out from this secret garden, she did not care. Crystal did not wish to be any longer in the monster's presence.

The creature well recognized that she didn’t scream. Which was sad, because it liked a good scream. It knew well that there were other monsters, other hunters, on this island. It didn’t meet any yet nor did it ever plan to do so, yet it knew why they were here, and seeing Rose freeze in fear at first, speechless by terror, but then regaining her sense quickly would mean that she did encounter them already, and that meant that she knew what all this was about.

The monster almost assumed that it should feel sorry, because it robbed it of the opportunity to see her surprise and the incredulity in her eyes, when she would realize what this was really all about. But it didn’t. In fact this knowledge of her turned it into a sexual thing. It would know about her dread, as she would know about its anticipation.

It was more like she was hunted by a group of gangsters in a back-alley, and she would know: They didn’t want her money, her clothes or her life. They wanted her body. But what if the back-alley was a dead end?

Which it was.

There was definitely no way to pass by that monster, but speeding into the other direction would not lead her far either. But that she couldn’t know.
She would pass through the fringe of the glade and into the darker forest surrounding it. Here and there some rays of sunlight did pass through the treetops, visible by the muggy air and the pollen it contained, and where it met the ground, she would see those beautiful blue flowers growing, emanating their enticing sweet scent.

Yet her mind would probably be captivated more by the sound of rustling trees, which were bent aside by the large frame of the monster, which was following her through the underbrush.
According to the sounds, it came closer and closer.
And then, suddenly she would reach the edge of the cliff, though here... there would be no steps assisting in a descent.

The trees would not reach directly to the edge, there were still several meters which were open and, due to the available sunlight, covered in blue flowers. Rose would have had just enough space to slow down before the cliff, after breaking through the treeline.
Deep down she would see white foamed waves of an azure blue sea clashing against sharp and deadly rocks, while their sounds were intermingling with the rustling of trees behind her.

To turn right would turn out to be not such a good idea, because there it went down too, effectively trapping her on a natural balcony, while to her left… it was going up. A rocky wall, black just like the rest of the stone she would have seen all over the place, with little crevices, probably enough to start a climb, but not enough to climb quickly. And speed was paramount, because behind her…

behind her…

The thing was stepping through the trees.

“It’s a good place to do it… Don’t you think?”

Crystal froze at the words, gazing down the cliff she realized there was no way out. Whatever that thing was it must be the voice in her mind, her body quivered with fear and anticipation. This one was different than the others, it was far more terrifying than the other beasts she had encountered here and she wondered if its intentions were any different. The words denoted intelligence, which was not a promising sign. She managed to find her voice, the soft musical tone emanated from her shaking lips. A voice beautiful and sweet, almost innocent.

"A.. A place for what?" She dared ask, praying in vain for the answer to be something different from the possibilities running through her mind. She didn't want to die, and this creature clearly wasn't friendly, nor did it look like it would have any intention of anything other than killing and/or devouring her. Her mind at that moment didn't grasp the obvious possibility that the beast may want what the other monsters had done to her. How wrong she was, it wanted her, to ravage the perfect form of her heavenly body, a fate that would be more terrifying than death, especially if it didn't plan on letting her go afterwards.

At first the touch of the tentacle, as it closed about Crystals waist, was almost tender. But this moment vanished quickly as it plucked her like a ripe fruit from the edge of the cliff.

Crystals conscious mind would have had barely enough time to feel how the mucous slime on the alien tentacle began to seep through the fabric of her cotton shirt, before the force of the movement lifted her up and pressed the air out of her lungs.
The tentacle, and thus the slime, was surprisingly warm, instead of being cold and uncomfortable, as one would have probably expected it to be, given just the creatures sight. Instead it was emanating heat like a man in a feverish delirium.

"Ohh... so you like to play games... to extend the anticipation..."

A hand, a horrendous, sick, giant parody of a clawed hand, closed about her waist, and replaced the tentacle which withdrew in a wriggling, spasming movement. It was huge, the clawed thumb alone was reaching over half of Roses abdomen, while the other fingers on her back got a good grip at her hip and beneath her buttocks. A terrible strength lay in this clawed hand, a witness to the ability of this creature to crush Rose fragile and tender body at will. But being held there she would earn herself a good look at an even greater terror: The creatures tentacle rimmed maw, a maw that was normally out of sight due to the curtain of twitching and twisting tentacles, and that was filled with rows and rows of sharp, ridged teeth.
And the hot alien breath blew against Crystals cheeks, and its foul scent, reminiscence of all the meat that wandered through the gaping gorge into the creature once, mixed with the otherwise musky body odour, as the monsters "voice" resonated in Crystals Head again.

"Either this, or it is due to the human oddity to be ingnorant to the things, which they do not wan't to realize... Probably both..."

The alien creature drew closer and pinned Crystal with its massive alien torso against the black rock wall in her back. With an inhumanly quick movement, a tentacle closed about her right wrist, and pinned it against the rock just next to her face. It would be impossible to say if this was the tentacle that lifted her up at first, or another one, due to the the sheer amount of erratic and twitching alien motion all around, but it was meaningless either... her left wrist followed soon, confined by another tentacle. And then the monster lowered its head, and the terrible maw was replaced by the sight of six horrendous, orange glowing eyes, that stared into Crystals sapphire blue eyes now.

"In either case you will love this game. While i slowly take of all the bothersome fabric that is covering your nubile body, i will describe to you in all detail what i will do. And then i will do it...Lets begin with a simple fact:

...

I will rape you"

She had but a moment before the tentacle coiling around her would yank her backwards, the hand gripping her then pushing her back with force against the rock face she didn't even have time to scream. A sharp quick yelp as the beauty hit back against the rocks stole her breath, as her first instincts took over and she reached to try and pry the larger fingers of the clawed hand from around her. Before she could get any time to try however, two more tentacles coiled around her wrists pinning them to the rockface. She stared back in sheer silent terror for a moment at the site of the maw of the beast. Her mind struggled to grasp the all the appendages she couldn't even struggle as she took in just the terrifying sight of the creature.

This was the end of her life, she thought as the face moved closer to hers. The mouth rimmed with wriggling tentacles parting to reveal seemingly endless rows of razer sharp teeth. This thing would devour her, kill and consume her. The thoughts played through her mind till Thorak's closing words in which a whole new dread befell the azure eyed student. "N..NO!" she managed to scream as if snapping out of the horror induced trance she was in. Her body twisted and writhed in struggle but her wrists would not budge from their pinned position against the rocks. "Don't, please you can't!" Her please were panicked and full of fright. She had been victim to other monsters before but none like this. She feared it may get carried away with its actions, all this in spite of the fact the sight of the very monster horrified her. She twisted her torso, the action making her chest sway within the confines of her top and bra as she struggled harder and harder. Crystal needed to get away, or wake up from this nightmare, but she couldnt. She wouldn't, this was no dream, and the realization that this monster was going to take her as the others who have found her have done, or worse.

It was a... smacking noise, coming from somewhere down, where Crystal would not be able to see anything due to the monsters hideous, warm body blocking her sight. Something was happening there, between the legs of this... thing... accompanied by smacking, slurping wet noises and the short, splashing sound of something gooey hitting the rock floor. All this made it even more terrible because these were sounds which left much too much room for a vivid imagination.

Something moved under Crystals t-shirt, and given its snakelike movements and its warm and slippery surface, it was a tentacle, that was meandering, wriggling, feeling... its way upwards, over her abdomen, before it rested briefly in her bellybutton with its warm, slimecovered tentacle tip, which almost felt like a tongue. Then it wriggled its way further upwards and towards her bra, that held the firm round and full bust of the azure eyed beauty.

Everywhere there was mucous slime… it covered the alien tentacle underneath her shirt, it covered the alien torso that pinned her against the wall and, after mixing with alien saliva, it dripped from the spasming mouth tentacles onto her shirt. All this slime quickly turned Crystals cotton shirt into a that of a miss wet t-shirt contest, just that the fluid which was soaking it was considerably more gooey. But it did the job nevertheless, and soon she would not only feel the hot tentacles surface slithering over her skin, but also see its the dark red form through the now half translucent fabric of her shirt.

Then the creature inhaled deeply, and there was a sexual notion in the way it did it, Crytal would notice. It took in Crystals female scent, the scent of her fear and the remainders of sweat that were due to the climb up here. And it… enjoyed it.

“Ahh… the scent of your sweat…. Soon I will lick it from your nude body, while my inhuman dick will pound your tender pussy. And in the end you will glisten in slime, sweat and saliva, and your tits…”

The alien tentacle pushed between the tender globes of her breasts and pulled the bra up, making her tits fall out of the cups, and exposing them to the already soaking wet fabric of her shirt.

“… will bounce with every thrust I do in you.”

That sound... she dared not ponder on it, anything between the legs of this monstrosity couldn't be good. Crystal wanted to move, but found her arms held firm. The helpless student tried to keep her composure as calm as she could despite the being's proclamation of his less than honorable intentions, her body shook with fear. The sheer vulgarity of it boggled the mind of the human girl as she gasped sharply, her mind having been occupied on trying to keep herself from breaking down or overly panicking, she hadn't noticed the tentacle that began to wind its way along her heavenly form. She arced her back in vain struggling as the thing leaned its face(she assumed) in close and heard it audibly inhale, as if it was smelling her the way a man would to a woman whose scent was enrapturing him.

Taunting lewd words echoed in her mind as it described in rather blunt detail what it intended to do to her. Her top now all but ruined from the slime that soaked it she tried not to shake her torso too much, in case it was some sort of aphrodisiac the last thing Crystal wanted was to lose control of herself at the mercy of her alien assailant.

"What..." She began to speak shakily, her inner resolve showing through her fear. "Is.. With you creatures and wanting to fuck me? Get off me!" Her words seemed to strengthen her will as she began to pull against the tentacles pinning her wrists. While her writhing wouldn't have its intended purpose of freeing her, Crystals gyrations caused her breast to rub against the inside of her wet shirt, the fluid soaked cloth causing a stimulation to her nipples, the buds standing on end from her efforts. She didn't noticed, and her burst of courage seemed shortlived as a another sharp breath, an intake as she gasped, the tentacle freeing her breast from her bra and glide along her silky skin, she bit her lower lip to try and fight back the pleasure that it gave her to feel her being touched so.

That sound... she dared not ponder on it, anything between the legs of this monstrosity couldn't be good. Crystal wanted to move, but found her arms held firm. The helpless student tried to keep her composure as calm as she could despite the being's proclamation of his less than honorable intentions, her body shook with fear. The sheer vulgarity of it boggled the mind of the human girl as she gasped sharply, her mind having been occupied on trying to keep herself from breaking down or overly panicking, she hadn't noticed the tentacle that began to wind its way along her heavenly form. She arced her back in vain struggling as the thing leaned its face(she assumed) in close and heard it audibly inhale, as if it was smelling her the way a man would to a woman whose scent was enrapturing him.

Taunting lewd words echoed in her mind as it described in rather blunt detail what it intended to do to her. Her top now all but ruined from the slime that soaked it she tried not to shake her torso too much, in case it was some sort of aphrodisiac the last thing Crystal wanted was to lose control of herself at the mercy of her alien assailant.

"What..." She began to speak shakily, her inner resolve showing through her fear. "Is.. With you creatures and wanting to fuck me? Get off me!" Her words seemed to strengthen her will as she began to pull against the tentacles pinning her wrists. While her writhing wouldn't have its intended purpose of freeing her, Crystals gyrations caused her breast to rub against the inside of her wet shirt, the fluid soaked cloth causing a stimulation to her nipples, the buds standing on end from her efforts. She didn't noticed, and her burst of courage seemed shortlived as a another sharp breath, an intake as she gasped, the tentacle freeing her breast from her bra and glide along her silky skin, she bit her lower lip to try and fight back the pleasure that it gave her to feel her being touched so.

“Good, finally a little fighting spirit… probably there is yet still some fire in you is there?”

An answer that was not an answer… The creature dismissed her question! It didn’t even care to answer, and why should it? Was her opinion necessary? Would knowing why it did so bring her any comfort or resolve? Would it change her situation, or make the creature realize the wrongness of its ways? Not answering told even more about the act than finding paltry excuses. It would take her, if she wanted or not. Rape condensed.

Or was it just a dramatic pause to let her realize this, some evil theatrical way to put weight into the words that follow? Because as the creature began to unbutton her shorts with his other claw, slowly as if to emphasize that it could do so even though she was desperately trying to writhe her way out of its grasp, she would hear its voice, her voice, alien and familiar again, resounding through her mind.

“Is this really something you would like to know girl? Why I want to do you? To rape you ? To… fuck… you?... “

Another tentacle, warm and soft like a tongue, but strong and thick like her arm, forced her thighs apart and pushed its trunk from behind between them, just beneath her pubic. And then it moved and bent, shifted up the navy shorts and slid over the tender skin of her inner thighs, "accidently" rubbing her sex through the fabric of her blue shorts, which quickly became as soaked as her shirt. The creature leaned in, stretched its alien neck, and brought its face even closer to Crystals. Only millimeters parted them now and soon, just when the alien tentacle under her shirt wound itself around the erect bud of her full left breast, pulling, massaging, milking it…, she would feel the creatures wriggling mouth tentacles slithering warmly over her cheek and down her neck, where a thick, alien tongue joined their efforts.

“…It’s a dangerous knowledge and you will not like it…”

And the creature unbuttoned the last button of her shorts.

Crystal used all of her strength, adrenaline coursing through her as she found her fighting spirit. She pulled and struggled against the dark being twisting and wriggling within what little range of motion it left her. She kept her head steady however, her determined gaze burning directly back at Thorak as he leaned in closer.

"Of course I will fight against you!" She she dead in an almost dead serious tone. "I will not let you do as you will!" the student defiantly exclaimed with each wrench of her body against the creatures vile grip. She could feel his warm tentacles sliding sensually along her cheek and neck, the sensation causing her skin to tingle.

As Thorak lowered his head to her breast she shook her head in protest and cried out "NO!" As she felt his warm, slimy tongue slide along her perfect breast, flicking and caressing the lovely orb and playing along her nipple. The student gritted her teeth trying to fight both the beast, and her growing arousal. The dark side of her, that enjoyed the rape, wanted to be taken against her will. The side that longed for the non consensual coupling of her body and another's. She hated that part of her, but, this monster's assault was causing a warm flush through her body as her arousal grew, her nipples standing erect, and her breathing becoming somewhat labored. She had to suppress it, she would not give in to her bodies lustful desires.