"Cha?" Anne quirked an eyebrow as she clambered into the room. The girl seemed the complete antithesis of Anne. Bright and bubbly compared to her own to Anne's own reserved nature, her smile warm and friendly and screaming that she was eager to help. All Anne wanted was to be left alone. Already a little rattled from the mini parade and then having to stand on that podium she was already walking on eggshells and she felt like she was being cornered, however silly that might sound. Normally, back in England she would just jump quitely disappear from the area, be it jump out of a window, leave via a back door or what have you, but since she had just tried that it didn't look like she was going to get her way.

Anne forced a smile onto her face before speaking. "Look, Natsuki... I don't suppose you could just say that you had done it and let me explore myself? Then you can go and enjoy the lovely day and i'll find my own way about?" She sounded hopeful at the last, although internally she really wasn't. She had come across girls like this before and they never failed to be perfect in every way, something Anne was well aware she wasn't. Why couldn't they just leave her alone?

It amused Natsuki to see Anne's defense mechanisms being played out in such a textbook fashion. Of course she'd tried denial, veritably holding her breath to see if Natsuki would leave her alone. Her anger had been brief, no more than a small scowl which had quickly been dropped for an attempt to bargain her way out of the fictional tour. If she had her stages correctly memorized Anne should transition to acceptance in the next verbal exchange, though the girl might surprise her. Holding herself ready, but largely unconcerned, Natsuki wryly shook her head.

"Nope. Sorry Anne. I get a grade for this, and if what I say doesn't match your story, or if you get lost, I fail." She shrugged, since Anne didn't seem interested in taking her hand. "But hey, at least you can decide where we go. I don't have to answer any questions or anything. If you want I'll just follow you around and make sure you don't wander anyplace off limits." Those chewing gum lips of hers stretched into that sugary, plastic smile again. Come on Anne, don't complicate the situation. Students are meant to trust authority, even when its delegated, so just let me take you somewhere out of the way. Natsuki half grinned, reviewing the 'curriculum' she had in mind for the reserved little nymph.

"We can finish in less than an hour if we hurry. Afterwards you can go wherever you want." Natsuki added, taking a different tack. An objectionable task is always more appealing if it promises to be short. "You don't want to be caught out after curfew. Unless you like corporal punishment."

Anne brightened inwardly at the thought that this could only take a hour, and she would be alone and back to doing things her own way. Despite hating being railroaded like this into doing something she didn't like she simply couldn't see any other way of getting out of this. If they were quick then perhaps it would take less than an hour!

Besides, a quick overview couldn't hurt before she went into the details herself. There were a few questions that she wanted to know the answers too. Starting with that comment about corporal punishment! She didn't trust authority at the best of times but with a comment like that perhaps it was best to learn a few things first...

Proving that Natsuki remembered her psycology flawlessly, Anne disregarded her slight apprehension at the grin that was plastered over Natsuki's face and bobbed her head, her fringe flicking in front of her eyes before she pulled it back behind her ears. "Ok Natsuki" Anne said, a certain sulky tone still evident in her voice. "You win. Where do we start?"

Quickly throwing the last of her clothes back into the suitcase she shut the lid, walked across to the door opening it for the blond student. "I don't suppose you can tell me about the school rules while we hurry?"

Good girl, Natsuki thought approvingly while she waited for Anne to fall into step behind her. Now that the shrinking violet had the door closed behind her everything should proceed exactly how she decided. Not knowing any better, Anne would follow her anywhere she wished, no matter how unlikely the destination. They were on an island after all, how lost could someone become?

"Rules? Oh sure, I can tell you. There aren't that many of them actually." Natsuki drolled, and waved Anne beside her as she commenced her tour down the corridor. Her skirt jerked from her high-stepping pace, its hem flirting with her lower derriere, exchanging whispers between cloth and skin while her shoes sounded merrily on the tiles. She wanted Anne moving instead of thinking of excuses, keep her looking forward instead of back. She pointed toward an obsequious windowed door bearing a small plaque designating it as the Dorms Commission Office, where students could make complaints or raise any issues concerning the dormitory hall.

"Always wear your uniform between your first and last classes Anne. Believe me, the teachers and Prefects will definitely check you. They'll even take measurements or check nametags if they think you're swapping uniforms with other people, or altering them. It all depends on whether you're making trouble." The girls reached a hallway intersection, taking a right turn upon Natsuki's quarter-pirouette that took them past the entrance to the gym lockers.

"Showers, weights, tracks, and gymnastic equipment. All your usual Phys. Ed. facilities. There's special uniforms for the pools and for gym, which most girls keep in their lockers. There should be one in yours already. The same rules for normal uniforms apply for the gym versions, alright? Don't laugh it off if someone wants to do a spot check, or you'll be given a demerit, and demerits mean chores if the staff are being nice, or time in the basement if you're really naughty." Natsuki tittered, and planted her heels. A scuffed, antique wooden doorway stood in front of the duo, recessed into the bricks. Evidence of graffiti survived relentless cleaning as a series of shallow scratches and discolored lines beneath a blurry patina from excessive sanding. After a moment of silence Natsuki shot Anne a nonchalant smile.

"That's where all the bad girls go. Oo-oo-ooh." Then Natsuki flipped her hair and strode away, leaving Anne to catch up. "The basement is Shokushu's version of detention, where they send students to be disciplined. The oldsters here still believe in spankings, and canings, and pillories. Making you stand on your tiptoes, swatting hands with rulers, putting your nose in the corner...all that medieval kind of stuff. So no wandering around after curfew without having a place to go. No vandalism. No contraband, like alcohol or cigarettes or weapons, the obvious. No talking back to the staff. No stealing. Ummm..." Natsuki tapped her chin to keep up the ditz act, shrugging after a moment. "Oh yeah! No trespassing. Especially into the basement. That's just asking for it. But everywhere outside is fine, as long as you don't miss class." She smacked her forehead. "Right! No tardiness. That's pretty minor, but the demerits will add up. So, where else do you want to see?"

Anne watched Natsuki cheerfully mince her oh so cute buttocks up the hall, watching the swish and flick as she walked. It was quite sickening that anyone could be so damned beautiful, friendly and altogether perfect all the while being so damned impeccably helpful. It wasn’t so much that she was jealous but more that people like that made her feel inadequate. Overshadowed.

Well... perhaps there was a little jealousy there.

With another barely hidden sigh she shifted her gaze about, trying to map where she was as she was while at the same time listening to Natsuki reel off the school rules as she was led down one corridor to the next with incredibly rapid speed. It was all Anne could do to keep up (She had asked her to be quick but this had to be the first time someone actually listened to her when she said that!) and within moments she came to the conclusion that she was actually a little lost. It surprised her as she had always prided herself on a decent internal compass but even as they turned yet another corner (Natsuki’s perfect little skirt doing that maddingly perfect little twitch… Again!) it was apparent that she would actually have a hard time getting back to the dorm by retracing her steps. Still, at least she still had the school map tucked into her jeans.

Within a couple more turns they had arrived in front of a rather well worn door which Natsuki called the door to the basement with such a lurid description Anne almost wanted to see what lay behind there straight away. Caning? Pillories?! There were some serious rules about use of that kind of stuff nowadays but given they were on an island in the middle of no-where it did seem possible. Her curiousity was piqued and she made a mental note to have a look when she was able.

“Have you ever been down there Natsuki?” Anne asked, her sulkiness about being dragged around like this for once not present, as her curiousity overrode it.

Taking a quick glance at her fellow student Anne corrected herself, more out of politeness than anything as she was still distracted by the entire idea of a whole “punishment area” The entire thing just felt surreal somehow. “I mean you don’t need to answer if you don’t want too… Er.. What do you need to show me?”

"Down there? In the basement?" Natsuki cast her gaze over her shoulder, but didn't slow down her pace. She had to be quick after all; she'd promised. The two women had come upon another intersection, which nicely covered Natsuki's hesitation in answering. In time she bit one of her fingernails in a show of mischief, nodding vigorously enough to make her half-curled tresses bounce. "Oh yeah, tons of times! Not to be punished though. I never disobey the staff." There, that ought to cement Anne's curiosity, ensuring that the girl wouldn't decide to take off down another hall. It was as if she'd put a mysterious red button in front of the shy student and said "Don't press!", but letting her know that she'd pressed it before. Not only would Anne continue following her, Natsuki expected that her quarry would soon find her way into that basement of her own accord. Almost, the possibility of turning back and leading young Miss Deas down those worn stairs into the catacombs won out in her mind, but in the end she shot her index finger down one of the side passages.

"There! We'll go this way. You still need to see the cafeteria, and the clothes exchange where you can get new outfits. Laundry rooms are in every dorm. Oh! And the gardens. You'll want to see those..." Natsuki plunged down her specified route, chattering away after her initial announcement as she led. Just like before her commentaries were short, rather peremptory, but supplied enough information to convince Anne that she was being shown around, at least until ten minutes later when the snippets of memory resolved into a useless jumble. The circuitous show-and-tell lasted until they came to an outside door, casually thrown upon to admit the girls into the sunlight. Sidewalk replaced tiles, and the abrupt transition from gloom to brightness briefly washed out the grass. Once Anne's eyes made the adjustment she could see across remarkably expansive fields that made up the campus grounds, which were sprinkled with wildflowers here and there, and cut off by a faraway, ragged line of jungle growth. This last was where Natsuki indicated with her chin. Her smile lingered on her nubile follower's well-filled blouse, and so close to her goal Natsuki couldn't prevent herself from laying a possessive hand on Anne's shoulder.

"The gardens are in a giant greenhouse a little ways into the forest." Natsuki explained, taking her hand away so she wouldn't drag her prey physically toward their destination. "After that you can go back to your dorm. We'll be done."

Natsuki was once again dead on the mark in reading Anne's personality and she was rewarded with a side view of Anne as she took a long look over her shoulder towards the door. Anne however took a little too much time and Anne had to rush to catch back up to Natsuki.

As they walked Natsuki continued to talk, her bright effevesant voice rattling off various things to see and places to go. The commentary may have been interesting but Anne listened only enough to maintain politeness. The greater part of her mind was whirling, trying to figure out what Natsuki had meant. What did she mean that she went down there... Were there other things down there aside from the "punishment" rooms? Did she have some sort special dispensation? It was certainly possible that this young seemingly perfect student would love helping the teachers in whatever they wanted doing... Did she act as a guide down there too? Each time though that Anne tried to ask a question about it though Natsuki seemed to be in full flow talking about this or that. Somehow it seemed that her guide didn't breathe! Even the couple of pauses that she made somehow felt like she would have had to be rude which left not a single oppertunity to get a question in!

As she tried, and failed to get another question out a thought abruptly occurred to her. Did she actually "help" them with punishing her fellow students? If such a thing actually occured Anne found the thought really quite strange - both darkly enthralling that anyone could do that and repugnant... for much the same reason. As she turned it around in her mind she realised that it couldn't be. No-one in this day and age would do anything like that... First of all it the chances of such a thing actually being true was unlikely, and then getting the same student body that it was designed to punish involved in actually helping? No. It was much more likely that the student was just playing a prank on her. One more of a long string of them.

That seemed a lot more likely to the young student and she stiffled a sigh, almost a little dejected. Despite how bad it sounded it was also something mysterous and she had always loved things like that. Perhaps she could find out more somehow? Resolving to find out more at the earliest oppertunity she tuned back into what she was being told. Natsuki was just talking about the lands and how far they ranged along with a few small facts about the local fauna, her bright voice rattling off some of the plants that abounded. Anne's attention though was taken by the bright portal to the outside that Natsuki was happilly babbling about. Stepping through the door Anne took a moment to adjust at the sudden light.

It was beautiful. Almost a paradise. While many of her fellow peers (including, apparently the one stood beside her) would have gone giddy at the flowers or other small things Anne's mood brightened at the sheer size of the grounds. She could get lost there. For hours and hours and hours... With the area being so vast how many places could there be that she could find, where no students would bother her? There must be hundreds! She could really learn to love this place!

Her thoughts though were interrupted though by Natsuki's hand on her shoulder. The unexpected contact forced a small squeek of suprise out of Anne and she shrank under the touch, trying to pull away. Fortunately though Natsuki took the hand away before Anne really realised what was going on and and tried to run, or do somehing equally as silly.

Realising what she had done she coloured slightly and hastilly tried to apologise. "Sorry Natsuki" she babbled quickly "Its just that I don't... Er.. Well.. Sorry..."

Not knowing what else to say, and acutely embarressed that she had acted like that she picked up her pace heading towards the area that Natsuki indicated keeping her face averted. As she moved Anne's lusterous black hair fell down around her eyes and it looked somehow like she was somehow using it to shield herself from the world.

Natsuki understood. Young girl in a mysterious place, surrounded by unknown people, it stood to reason that she'd be skittish. Untrusting. But not suspicious, which, Natsuki reflected, was the girl's weakness in a place like Shokushu. At that moment Anne sped toward the forest as if to outdistance her embarrassment, her shoulders hunched to present a bulwark to protect her from the potential judgement of her peers. The school, where rumors might fester, full of eyes, was a stolid enemy in her mind, so that she saw the tangled jungle as a refuge. Silly. Natsuki began to follow, no longer needing to set a quick pace since her prey had done so already, and tried to decide how far she'd let Anne bury herself in concealing growth before she tore the wool from her eyes.

For once the blonde woman behind Anne had nothing to say, providing no babble to distract her as she traversed a winding path that laid itself in front of her as though drawn by a cosmic artist, the ropey vines almost lifting of their own volition, tree trunks appearing to bend away as she approached in some sort of optical illusion. Natsuki chuckled behind her...no, it was only some animal ducking away amidst red-tinged flora, setting the flaming leaves aflutter. It remained odd however, how dense the layered vegetation seemed to be after a few paces despite how obvious the path was a few paces in front of her. A glance confirmed Natsuki following along, evidently bored by the breathtaking view, though doubtless she'd seen so repeatedly as to drum any sensitivity to it out of her head. Anne continued on, never realizing how Natsuki's unspoken will caused trees to lean aside, how the pressure of her gaze flattened the underbrush before Anne could tread upon it. Each warped stem realigned itself toward the sun after Natsuki passed it, natural and unbroken. The two women paced out an aisle of emptiness, separate from the woody, organic sprawl, from another world.

"Alright Anne sweetie. We're here." Natsuki announced brightly, spinning about on a heel with her arms outward like helicopter blades. A characteristic giggle broke among the boughs, but it came out deeper, more measured than it had before, and when she came to rest from her pirouette her eyes intelligently regarded her. All pretense at boredom had vanished, and she took purposeful steps to bridge the gap between herself and Anne.

"Ahhh, you're quite the shrinking violet, are you not? It is a sort of cruelty, to plant such delicate creatures as yourself in alien soil such as this. How will you adapt?" Natsuki's smile had nothing of its previously complacent cast; her expression was alive, intent upon her. She reached out, acquiring the topmost button of Anne's blouse in two fingers, then twisted the disk off. The blouse fluttered. Pale skin, nearly untouched by the pounding sunlight prevalent at Shokushu, glistened like lily petals above her decolletage. All around, the jungle was impenetrable once more, nothing but scaled bark in competition with ichor bearing spines, all scrabbling over one another for sunlight.

"Will you be a good girl and lay down for me?"

Moving quickly over the path she wasn't really watching where she was going beyond a rudimentary direction, enough for her to retrace her steps and thus missed the strange flattening of the growth, her feet moving of their own accord as she shrank from her own embarressment. She half hoped that she had left her guide behind and she could go somewhere quiet and beat herself up a little. Silly Silly Silly! Stupid thing to do to someone that was trying to help! It would soon get around the school and she would be taunted yet again.

All too soon though she heard Natsuki's footsteps to her side and a sigh alsmost escaped her lips. "So much for that idea" She thought to herself a little wistfully. Turning her head slightly so she was still "sheilded" by her hair she looked across and saw that there was still that bright smile on Natsuki's face. If anything it looked a little happier than before. Anne wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not and she kept her stride up, wishing feverently that she had gotten out of her room a couple of seconds sooner.

It was at this point they came into the large clearing and Anne started paying attention to her surroundings. It really did seem that they had passed into another world. She couldn't place most of the foilage and it all looked a little strange to her although, she supposed, it could be the fact they are on an island in the middle of nowhere and she wasn't exactly brilliant at identifying flora and fauna outside of Britan!

Anne walked ahead of Natsuki towards the centre, a little puzzled to what they were supposed to be seeing. It looked just like a clearing. She imagined there would be some sort of greenhouses or something similar but there was nothing and it was quiet strange.

"Alright Anne sweetie. We're here."

Anne froze. There was something in that bright voice that wasn't there before and it sent a scream that was one word straight through her. "DANGER". The accompanying giggle only reinforced the feeling and she could feel the hairs on the back of neck raise. As she looked around at Natsuki she suddenly had the overwhelming feeling that prey must get when they are eye to eye with a predator.

The fact that it was the same girl that had led her here was all the froze her into place. Not quite understanding what was going on she looked, dumbfounded as Natsuki closed the gap towards her in quick strides. Everything about her was different, but still the same. There was an intensity, an intelligence that simply hadn't been present before. The student in front of her was, for want of a better phrase, scared the willies out of her.

Still frozen in place Anne heard the words but couldn't quite understand them. Cruelty? Alien soil? What was she talking about? Everything was happening so quickly in Annes head she couldn't quiet keep track of it all and it left her staring, trying desperately to work out what was happening.

Anne saw Natsuki's hand reach out towards her in what seemed like slow motion, wrapping around the top button. It seemed like a dream to her, right up until with a sharp pull she turned her wrist and pulled the button off, exposing Anne's chest to the air. Her eyes widened and her mouth moved, forming the word "What?" although no sound actually came out. Annes mind just couldn't compute what was happening which was the only thing stopping her from running in abject panic.

Natsuki's last words sent her over the edge. Her reflexes overpowered her brain and made a small noise in the back of her throat, almost a paniced little squeek before she turned. And ran.

She ran as fast as her legs could move, her breath coming faster as her heart pounded in her chest and the noise her feet made as they hammered into the ground. Her hair streamed out as she approached the edge of the clearing. As she did though, her panic driven mind realised that there was no exit! If she was capable of thinking straight she would have perhaps stopped, trying to figure out what had happened but her panic fueled senses merely looked for what looked like the weakest point in the foiliage around the clearing and aimed right for it, aiming to break through into what she hoped would be a path behind it.

A person doesn't always need glaring evidence to detect danger; a certain posture, an out of place remark, or a tone of voice is enough to warn alert individuals. Anne had seen danger before, confronted it on a daily basis whenever she entered a crowd. She'd confronted it in a more brutal form the night she'd been cornered by a few males in the night. There was something about Natsuki that was reminiscent of those callous individuals. Demented. There couldn't be any physical threat from the strange student who'd herded her here, who's fragile frame was less powerful than even her own, but from that demanding impulse she'd sensed lurking in Natsuki's words "Will you be a good girl and lay down for me?"

The ground seemed to move faster than her thoughts, and alarm caught up to her just as Anne was plunging uncontrollably into the brush. Her thighs burned from the effort of fighting the constriction of her jeans while she ran, and sweat had formed in the interior crevices of her fuzzy, threadbare sweater. Her jeans tightened as she tried to hop over an intervening fence of low shoots. Innumerable thorny vines sank into her overly thick sweater, yanking her to a halt. She felt mired in velcro, so many thorns biting into her shirt from all directions. Her feet sailed past into the thicket she'd tried to clear; unexpectedly the woody shoots closed tightly around her shoes, locking around her calves. If she'd had time earlier to change into her favorite skirt as she'd intended she could have kicked her way loose with a few superficial scrapes but the jeans didn't allow such drastic motions. She was inextricably tangled, and against all reason the plants arresting her were actively reinforcing their grasp on her. The thorny vines looped her wrists and elbows, pulling loose fabric away in hanks with their waxy teeth. A sleeve tore entirely asunder, clothing her left arm in fluffy rags, but the fibrous vegetation merely sank their thorns into her naked arm. More rents appeared in her sweater, its comfortable threads rapidly unraveling wherever the thorns snatched, too soft to protect her.

Natsuki came toward her, picking her way amidst the intertwined roots with impeccable balance. The worst barriers genially curled out of the way, but she ignored the plant life as she made her way to a spot within arm's reach of Anne. She spread her palms in a kind of shrug, a bemused smile replacing her previously insipid, false expression.

"Then the answer is no I suppose? I expected a bit more confusion, but you've apprehended your situation with remarkable facility. I wonder how much you suspect already of my motives toward you. Ahh. Well, I've met few girls who capitulated easily, and of course there are many ways of being a 'good girl'." Natsuki licked her lips as she eyed the gashes torn in her captive's sweater. The bare skin beneath incensed her; heat emanated to her fingertips. She liked this sort of tease, a bashful maiden in distress, her peril described by how near she was to nakedness. The vines tensed, ripping a flap away from Anne's ribs, which Natsuki reached out to trace with her nails. She cooed when the girl recoiled. Yes, she'd increase Anne's peril increment by increment, exposing her flesh in small steps so that she could saver the young girl's shame. Idly she began unlacing one of Anne's shoes, in a moment tugging it off and dropping it in the dirt.

"You have a lovely foot Anne. Congratulations. Are you ticklish?"

With panic fueling her muscles she struggled mindlessly as the plants wrapped around her, not quite comprehending what was occuring until it was far too late to do anything about it. As the vines secured her she struggled, tearing her jumper and jeans, leaving vast rents in their fabric. She was almost like a wild animal, her reactions screaming at her to get away no matter what while her mind struggled against the sheer weight of her own panic.

With another cry of fear she felt the vines wrap around her wrists, and start to secure her, spreadeagled. It wasn't the pose that they were forcing her into (as she wasn't actually aware of it), but simply the fact that she was being trapped. She pulled her hands free as hard as she could and was rewarded with a loud tearing noise as one came free, her jumper sleeve in tatters. Quickly her tried pulling at her other wrist but within seconds her wrist was once again encircled against her will and pulled away and out from her body, the thorns biting into her flesh.

The sudden spear of pain caused another shriek from the young student, and her struggled picked up in pace, but each time she moved those cruel barbs forced their way a little further into her making moving her limb more and more painful. There was another stab of agony as she pulled again, blood pooling around her wound and starting to flow together but the pain was carthartic and her struggles started to die out as slowly her subconcious realised that it couldn't run, which gave her mind the ability to re-assert itself.

Anne didn't like what she saw. In fact it terrified her, but with the pain shooting up her arm, and the inability to run there was nothing she could do. She hung there, watching the student pick delicately through the undergrowth with her poise and bearing impeccible. She stepped through, giving the impression that the flora and fauna bowed to her as she passed. With Anne's own breathing still coming in ragged gasps, distracted by the shooting pain and the warm sensation as a tiny little stream of her blood formed on her arm it didn't really register.

Natsuki's words felt like they came from a long way away, and Anne shook her head, trying to clear it as she fought for control of her own body. It all felt like a dream and for a moment she really believed that she was going to wake up any moment.

As if to show the lie in that thought a vine moved on its own accord, tearing a flap of clothing from her, exposing part of her ribs to the summers air, the thorns brushing against her skin and sending a very real shiver up her spine. She was scared. Still not quite comprehending what was happening she watched nervously as her former guide approached. She couldn't help flinching away from the touch despite its gentlness, although doing so brought a wince to her lips as she pulled again at her bound wrist.

Returning to stillness, the pain having brought her up short she didn't resist as she saw the slight girl delicately unlace her trainer, pulling it off. Her mouth gaped with incredulity at the delicate movements. It only added to the sheer surreal quality of all that was occuring. As she watched her shoe dropped carelessly in the dirt she felt her food tenderly stroked, Natsuki's words sounding strangely like a compliment.

Anne, her breath still rapid but under control mainly thanks to the sharp throbbing sensation in her right wrist didn't reply although her cheeks coloured a little, completely unsure how to take it. Instead she bit her lip as her mind frantically tried to peice together what had happened, and more importantly how to get away. It didn't seem real but it most certainly felt real! But, she couldn't just hang here...

Taking a deep breath Anne asked "Wha.. What are you doing?"

Deep in her soul and mind she knew that Natsuki was the cause of this, although she couldn't quite believe that the bright, insufferably chirpy student would.. or even could do this. It was unbelievable. It was terrifying. But it was happening and Anne had no idea why or how, still wanting just to get away from this place and never, ever come back.

"Anne Deas! Pay attention to me!" Natsuki snapped acidly at her captive. She pinched the girl's big toe, angling her hard fingernails so that their thin, hard edges would distract Anne from her panic. Anne's eyes were practically rolling as she scattered her viewpoint all over in search of some likely escape, her torn sweater jumping from the precipitous rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was like a colt caught in a snare.

"I'm right here sweetheart. Its useless to look at the vines when I am the one who commands them, isn't that right? Come come, you need not be afraid. I do not appear violent, now do I?" Meanwhile, the laces on Anne's other shoe were uncurling, the knot relaxing enough to fall limply apart. Natsuki eased the second shoe off her captive's foot as she susurrated at her, speaking gently to her, as though she were a wild horse. There was no appeal in her words other than the soft seduction of their tone. That lovely voice was cool water on an overheated brow, a basic and animal succor that could reach Anne in her animalistic throes.

"There. Good. You see sweetheart? You are only caught in vines." Natsuki smiled condescendingly, completely at ease beside the other girl's thrashing, a perfect example of composure. She waited, patient, until at last the shy maiden acclimated to her bindings enough to hear sense.

"You asked me what I was doing?" Natsuki's scanned the other woman for recognition, and when she got it she smiled so sweetly that even a child might be repulsed. She brushed the woman's cheek with a kiss, a reward for listening to her. "I was removing your shoes, though you noticed that, doubtless. You meant to ask what I intended on doing." A pause proceeded. The sinister young lady standing near her ragged prize quirked her lips, sighed, then sighed again more earnestly. Finally she frowned.

"Oh!" Natsuki giggled, exactly like the prim schoolgirl she was supposed to be, and advanced on Anne. "I was going to see if you were ticklish. Are you? It doesn't make any difference to ask you, I suppose, since I'll simply try it out." Natsuki knelt down, partially obscuring herself from Anne's view, but the shrinking violet's naked feet felt the smooth channel of air issuing across her toes without obstruction. The leaves rustled, bringing a whiff of loam, and Natsuki peeked sideways at Anne. Pleased, she ducked back out of sight, and another careful breath billowed from her lips over her captive's bare pink soles. Then she began to scratch. One fingernail, thin and hard, landed on the flushed pad of Anne's pinkie toe. Imagine how delicately that fingernail began to scratch, to poke so slightly, like the beak of a small and curious songbird. Oh how briefly it flirted, careful--careful, with Anne's skin. Natsuki touched her intermittently, letting the feared contact persist only so long as was needed to rouse Anne sensitivity to it. She would let the suspense collect in the span of seconds until the girl's nerves prickled, and then flick to make her body tense, and tense, and then tense again in succession. All the little jerks and struggles demanded energy, and in time Anne's muscles were tired, stimulated to the point of spasming.

"Did you know," Natsuki prattled on as she deftly teased Anne's toes, "that being tickled to laughter is similar to an orgasm? The nerve impulses become mixed up when the expected sensations don't match what is happening, and at some point the brain starts getting random impulses. When your abdominal muscles receive feedback from the brain they try to clench more quickly, or in a different pattern, than they are capable of, so they spasm against the diaphragm to produce laughter." More little flicks kept Anne's feet twisting in the air, flinching away from inescapable touches that set her skin alight.

"Isn't that interesting?" Natsuki murmured.

The pain in her foot, accompanied by the sharp barbs of the vines digging into her pale flesh did a lot to snap Anne out of her terrified, unthinking state. As she hung there, her mindless struggles become less and less as she realised that she couldn't escape... not without more pain than her body could take. As she realised this Natsuki's soft words come to her as if from as if from a long way away. She clung to the words, the soft tone being something different from the terror, the pain and the restriction she could feel closing in around her. They gently caressed her brain and ever so slowly she got a grip on herself, beyond the panic fueled babbled question that she had asked.

Anne blinked as she came back to herself properly, feeling the tight leathery bonds around her wrists, along with the cruel barbs that latched into her skin. There was a thin trickle of blood coming from one of them tracing its way slowly down her arm. The pain was almost a balm for her mind, holding her madness at bay as she attempted to piece together the sheer impossibility of what was happening.

Her vision eventually moved back to the front focusing on Natsuki who was standing there, looking at her almost like she was concerned. Anne blinked but before she could say anything Natsuki stepped close, rising elegantly to her tiptoes, planting a featherlight kiss on her cheek. The incongruity left Anne with her mouth hanging open, her mind disbelieving as to what was going on. Bright and bubbly one moment, but with a fury underneath her that scared the heck out of Anne, but then, concern? She didn't know what she was looking at and that uncertainty further destabilised the captive student. The next words of Natsuki's also didn't help, especially as she realised that her feet were, indeed entirely bare.

Anne squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that it was all some sort of incredible dream. Some sort of hallucination perhaps. Maybe she would wake up back in her bed in England? Or perhaps it was just something she had eaten on the plane over here? After all.. she did sleep all the way here... Anything but what was actually happening. After all what was happening simply couldn't be! It was impossible! No-one could control plants!

Her mind scrambled for any rational explanation for what was going on, but it felt real. She could feel the barbs in her skin and even the hotness of that fine blood trail. It had to be real! But at the same time It most definitely couldn't!

The conflict was decided all too soon however, when she felt the young girls fingernail run across her bare foot. Her feet, like the rest of her were pale, small and entirely unblemished, untanned by any time in the sun, her soles soft as never really walked barefoot anywhere. The lack of any calluses on her small feet didn't help at all and she her body tensed, her nerves thrumming as the delicate nerves in her foot sent irrisistable impulses up to her brain, causing her to jerk under her bonds.

The sudden motion brought a hiss of pain as the thorns dug deeper into her flesh, although it was forgotten almost instantly as she jerked again as Natsuki ran a nail, this time in the opposite direction. This time however the vegetation seemed to anticipate the motion and it held her completely steady, not allowing Anne any motion. Again and again the her foot was stroked, her body crying out to writhe, to escape but the vines held her fast, allowing her body to move while her limbs were held immobile, the vines holding her like bands of iron.

Despite her limbs being held so tightly, Anne's teeth clenched as she futilly struggled although she wouldn't have been able to say if it was to get away from the vines... or ths soft touch. Natsuki's words sounded like she was being lectured. Lectured? While she was being held by shrubbery?! Once again she struggled with the impossibility of what was going on, although it didn't alter the reality of the situation one jot.

As the delicate torture continued a gasp escaped her tightly clenched teeth. Another flick, and another one. Clamping her lips and teeth together Anne tried desperately to keep from another escaping her, more out of stubborness than any other reason. She was being tickled! It was ridiculous! She suddenly had a thought that his must be some sort of hazing ritual, get the new girl... It didn't fit at all but it was the only semi-rational idea that her mind could come up with, the bright chirpy student being her main tormentor. Bullying was nothing new to Anne, and stubbornly she decided to refuse to give this student the satisfaction. She resisted and the seconds stretched into minutes without her making another sound, although deep inside she knew she was going to lose.

It took a few minutes before Anne let lose another gasp, the time feeling more like a few hours to the student as she tried to escape the bonds. Once Natsuki got the gasp she intenstified and it wasn't much longer before a laugh escaped her lips, giggling despite herself, her cheeks red from the effort of suppressing it for so long.

As she giggled, still twisting in her bonds she didn't see Natsuki's broad smile. All she felt was the endless torment of her stomach clenching on itself as her giggles gained in pitch and she pulled harder at her bonds, entirely involuntarily.

As she pulled she suddenly heard a tearing sound and she felt completely light as the vines moved, and gave away from her unexpectedly. Her stomach lurched once more, this time because she felt herself in freefall as her jumper was yanked over her head and she dropped to the ground, landing on all fours, her shoulders and chest bare aside from the plain bra she had been wearing. Her arms flew around her body and she coloured a bright shade of red. Her shoulders and chest felt cool... and incredibly exposed...

The ground beneath Anne's knees was yielding, propping her like a moist cushion. That moisture seeped through her fingers, as warm as her sweat. Mouldering jungle earth, still alive with a plethora of tiny living things amidst the leafy detritus. It seemed strange that she'd notice something like that in the circumstances, yet her awareness had never been as keen as it was in this moment. Her stomach hurt, a stitch developing in her ribs as if she'd run a four hundred meter dash through the woods. Thankfully the laughter had gone, but adrenaline still made her limbs shiver, energetically weak. Or perhaps it was the chill air, so much colder than the steamy soil, that made her shiver. Natsuki's nearness imposed itself on her, causing Anne to raise her eyes, and she knew after meeting the girl's intent, avaricious gaze why she trembled.

"I've startled you, haven't I?" Natsuki observed rhetorically. Anne couldn't detect any hint of concern in the woman, except a slight regret which played itself out in a sheepish scuff of Natsuki's foot. As if she'd made a small mistake, something embarrassing which she meant to correct.

"I did not intend on frightening you that much Anne." Natsuki said, conciliatory, though she did not retreat or make any apologetic gesture. Now the flora surrounding Anne had loosened, appearing passable, but she dared not move. The other woman watched her like a knife fighter squaring off against an armed foe, waiting for the slightest twitch to invite her. "You are quite the reactionary young maiden, running off like you did at such a polite request. I know I was not demanding, so you must be perceptive indeed to guess my intentions." She tittered, amused. Her prey had unexpected tricks. How fun.

"Except," Natsuki continued, "I can not believe that you did guess my intentions. Perhaps you sensed something, out of instinct, but you don't really understand do you?" Suddenly she moved, so smoothly that Anne didn't feel any alarm until Natsuki had her chin in hand. "No you don't, little Anne." she crooned, shaking Anne's head. She let go and patted the waif's cheek, stepping back with her hands on her hips. "But don't worry, I'll explain. It isn't fair for you unless you know the rules of the game, right?" Another titter, betraying nothing malevolent, though Anne inexplicably sensed that there should be.

The other woman was unbuttoning her blouse. Why? So far the situation remained intractable to reason, and Natsuki undid her shirt button by button for no discernible cause. Meanwhile, as Natsuki stripped Anne was reminded of her own disheveled state. Her breasts were held by her bra, but they provided no shield against observation. In fact, the bra enhanced her bust, revealing cleavage and proffering the curvature of her breasts forward. A breeze gamboled along her bare skin, so much of it exposed.

"Here you go. It is more appropriate for you to be in uniform, young lady." A filmy, unsoiled blouse fluttered over Anne's shoulders. Natsuki stood naked from the waist up, like a vision of Anne's own ensemble taken to its logical extreme. She was dainty in proportion, making Anne seem abundantly endowed by comparison. Natsuki reached behind herself to unclasp her skirt, and this too she deposited before Anne, leaving herself entirely nude. A cunning smile replaced her old amused one, and she clapped her hands.

"Dress yourself. I'm going to let you go once I've explained myself." Natsuki fingered herself unabashedly. Her hand delved between her legs, toying with her bright sex. A blush colored her face, but the deeper blush above the woman's slit drew Anne's attention. It grew, actually bulging, a ruddy knob swelling around Natsuki's rigid clitoris like a donut encompassing a pink eraser. The mound merged, enveloping her clit entirely now, and began to morph into a recognizable, masculine shape. Impossible. Natsuki moaned, a harsh sound, and crinkled her brow as the fully formed head jutted out from her on a rapidly growing column. A penis, inhumanly large, rose amidst the woman's sharp cries of passion, a monster reaching up until it nearly scraped her pert breasts. The monster drooled, the same as Natsuki's mouth.

"You see that?" Natsuki asked once her member's throbbing became manageable. "My phallus? I can see that you do. Well here are the rules. I'm going to let you run away, and then I intend to chase you. When I catch you, and I do mean when, I'm going to acquaint you with this phallus of mine." Her hands caressed her cock lovingly. "What I mean is, dear one, I'm going to rape you. I'm going to ravage you into unconsciousness. I thought you should know."

Anne knelt on the ground, her green eyes luminous as they stared, open wide enough so the whites were showing all around. She couldn't quite believe what was happening! Natsuki's words rang in her head and she experienced first incredulity at the young students assertions that she "didn't intent on frightening her" followed by the almost flippant comment that she was a "reactionary thing".

For a moment she wished she was back on the school grounds. Or at home. Or anywhere that there were people about. She loved being alone but she desperately wanted others around. Natsuki's words scared her more than she could possibly voice. She watched the incongruity between her motions and words, the gentle motions of Natsuki once again making it appear like she was teaching.

Anne didn't relax at all, and when Natsuki's hand touched her chin she froze, every muscle seized in place as her body, which was already tense, went to one step to running. The only thing that stopped her was the ever present feeling of those vines that she could feel pressing into her ankles. It acted almost like a focus, keeping her grounded and maintaining her ability to think. The only problem that each thought she had was more impossible than the last. And then... A game? She almost asked what on earth she was talking about but was forestalled as the blond student tittered happilly and started unbuttoning her blouse.

Anne looked on, mouth agape as she quickly stripped. A distant part of Annes mind regarded her as perfect. Her body matched itself in a way even a supermodel would have a hard time doing. She seemed, even naked to exude what her parents would have defined as "class". Something that Anne wouldn't have believed possible for someone naked! Her breasts were pert, her skin flawless and even her hidden muscles seemed to support her with elegance. It was another impossible thing to Annes mind and she was having a hard time reconcilling it inside herself.

Anne took the clothing almost as in a dream, not comprehending on a concious level at all as she gaped at the now naked woman in front of her. In truth she had never seen another woman naked in her life and she didn't know where to put her eyes. She probably would have looked away if not for the brazen, purely confident way she stripped. Natsuki's request made her blush and look away though, making her realise that she was staring.

Almost without thinking, caught up in her own embarressment she found that she had turned away from Natsuki, pulled off her ruined jumper and had the blouse over her shoulders before she even realised what she was doing! For a heartbeat she froze but with the blouse half way on there was no way she was going to stand there just in a blouse! Quickly she buttoned the front up actually enjoying for the moment that she was at least covered, no longer showing off her bosum. The skirt was a bit more problematic and there was no way she was going to strip out of her trousers!

She turned and stood, ready to express a few choice words about the insanity of what was going on to the now-nude Natsuki but once again the words never quite managed to leave her mouth. Abruptly, and without any foreknowedge she felt her trousers yanked down.

With a started squeak she jumped. Caught up in her sudden bout of temper she hadn't noticed the vines movement, wrapping themselves around the belt-bands on her jeans and simply yanking them over her hips and down. For a moment she struggled to get them away from the vines but they were secured to the ground and as she realised that she was effectively giving Natsuki a perfect look at her wriggling behind she made another squeek, jumped out of them and shimmied into the skirt, blushing a furious shade of red.

In the skirt she once again rounded on Natsuki, angry and embarressed.

"Look..."

The words died on her lips she saw Natsuki standing there, completely in the nude with her legs spread, her hand working between her nether-lips. Annes mouth gaped open as she watched the student masturbate, a warm glow spreading across her skin. She couldn't believe what she was seeing - yet another impossibility to the tally! But, she couldn't look away. She was hypnotised by what she was seeing and she just stood there, enthralled by what she was seeing.

As she watched she saw the monster of a cock emerge from those slick lips. If possible, her mouth dropped open even further her eyes wide as she took in what she was seeing. Her body and mind just went blank with fog as she attempted to comprehend something that she had no ability, no knowledge to even assume was possible, let alone was happening directly in front of her. The cock grew and grew to a size that looks monstrous on the tiny girl (or whatever she was) but as many babbled questions Anne had she just stood, and stared.

It reached so high that it rested against her small, soft feminine breasts, the disparity merely adding to Anne's own mental fugue, starting to dribble precome. Annes attention was so focused on the monster she didn't quite register Natsuki's cries of passion as it reached its maximun size. Looking up at the young students perfect face she saw something in those eyes that terrified her more than she ever had been in her young life.

The next words she heard confirmed that terror. They forced their way with pure brute force onto Anne's conciousness, setting them onto her brain with the finess of a sledgehammer. Her scream rang out over the undergrowth and she turned and ran.

She ran faster than she ever had believed possible, her mind repeating those terrible words. She had to get away - find some safety! The only thing she could think of was the possible safety of the school but she had no idea which way it was, and the undergrowth seemed to have changed underneath her leaving her with no clues as to which way to go. So, she ran directly away from the creature (she surely couldn't be human!) in a vain attempt to find succor.

Crashing through the undergrowth she felt vines and leaves flick at her bare legs. Each contact almost made her flinch, half expecting something to move and wrap itself around one of her limbs but the undergrowth was just that... undergrowth. She ran as fast as she can, and before even a few minutes had passed she found herself out of breath and stopped, gasping. Looking around the undergrowth was silent, and there was no sign of pursuit. For a giddy moment she wondered what she had seen. Nothing was possible! Nothing could explain what she had just seen but she had most definately seen it! Her mind started trying to formulate rational ideas but it came up with nothing.

With no sign of pursuit she stood a moment, getting her breath back hoping that she maybe had outdistanced the student but in her heart she knew that it was a futile hope. She set off again at a slower, better paced run wishing she had done more PE at her old school. Her side was already burning from a stitch but she wasn't going to stop again, not til she found something that she could class as safety. It wasn't far though before she was clutching her side gasping for breath, throughly lost. But still, she pressed onwards hoping that she was heading in the right way.