She double and triple checked her back pack before setting off. Daphnee had not been a rule breaker due to her position and Therion made her incapable of speaking about her attacks so she had been fairly limited in what she was able to find.

It was mostly through the demon Kakumoah that she was able to figure anything out and he never answered “yes” to her she realized. He refrained from lying she thought so if she were creative enough to ask the right questions …

But her investigations hit a bit of a snag considering all this. Today she had been following some gossip she heard, students seemed to reappear at the foot of the mountains with no memories. No one remembered them or in some cases only seniors and juniors remembered them from ages back indicating that years had slipped by.

It was odd of course, and the stories seemed like total BS but Daphnee checked into them anyway, there was little else going on at this moment and she knew full well the risks, she also knew what happened or rather surmised what happened on graduation so to get raped now but avoid such a fate in the future had been a risk worth taking.

She had even been on two spacecraft but never considered that she wasn't on the earth. Once she believed she was abducted, another time she believed the undead captain had been a visitor, she was right though wrong about he being a visitor to Earth.

In her bag she had a few snacks, two flashlights, extra batteries, a crude map of where to find Kakumoah which was a copy, a crude map of the island that she sketched , extra clothes and the like.

She had gotten to the foot of the mountain and had a look around as she headed toward the mountain following signs that someone or perhaps something passe through the region recently though she had not believed in the rumors she had heard or had not heard of any students mysteriously popping up herself, so what had been through here? She proceeded on with caution eventually picking her way to the island where she had lost signs of the student or was it something else?

Daphnee had wondered about for nearly an hour without realizing just how close she was getting ...

The truth is stranger than fiction, sometimes. The truth of it was that nothing left tracks accidentally on this island, be they human or...otherwise. Vexces strolled casually through the forest at the foot of the mountain. Without breaking his pleasant stride, a pair of tentacles at his back snapped a twig, while another bent a small brush of leaves. Little bread crumbs for a sweet little bird peeping through the viper's nest.

After another hour of marking a light tracker's trail, Vexces found an area suitable for his intent. The massive alien got to work. Vines stripped and woven into a thick, heavy rope the color and texture of the surrounding forest, impossible to detect. A simple pressure plate to act as a trigger, and one old, patchwork doll to act as the bait. If the student-prey even lifted the bait an inch from the plate it rested upon, the trap would spring. A net of thick, woven vines would swallow up the girl and leave her helplessly suspended above the forest floor. Hook: check, line: check, sinker: check.

Once he had triple-checked his system, Vexces rose and left the area. This time, he left no trace of his passing. He was a ghost when he wanted to be. A spectre, haunting an island full of soft, nubile flesh. He was a fox amongst chicks. "'Oh, won't you come, little fly, into my home?' said the spider," Vexces whispered to himself, "'Make yourself comfortable; make yourself warm. We'll share supper, and have a toast to our fortune of company.'"

Daphnee sighed and sat upon a rock taking a bottled water from her bag and taking a long drink. She was close to something, she could feel it but after looking about without any real measure of success for some time now she could not waste any more time here, she was busy and her duties tonight could not be passed of.

Subconsciously she traced the invisible collar Therion had placed on her after enchanting it. It was the same one that her Mistress had given to her complete with a bell though only she could hear or perceive the collar, other humans could not though she had always worked under the assumption that monsters attuned to magic could perceive it or maybe it was all monsters, all she knew was that she couldn't remove it.

She consulted her maps to determine the quickest way back and had started back into the jungle/forest though not long afterward she saw the doll. She had an interest in puppets but she had been on the island long enough the be a little weary too.

What was it doing out here? Who's was it? From where she stood it didn't look to be too weathered so it wasn't here for long. She scanned the trees carefully, nothing there, nothing she could see so why was she getting a bad feeling about this.

She had seen Return of the Jedi, she knew of the nature of this place, that she was not just being paranoid. She should have left it alone, looking back at how things eventually played out she might have been better off so what caused her to grasp a few small stones and hurl them at the doll?

Curiosity perhaps … no pits … something triggered as vines sprang up from the ground as she hit the doll and slid it a few inches from where it rested.

Really, she didn't expect anything more then to prove she was being paranoid. Green eyes go wide, she turns and runs hoping the trap setter wasn't close and heard that, hoping that it could not hear the tinkle of the bell that she grasped now in hope o muting it ...

Vexces sat perched in a large tree. His bulk hidden in the shadows of the canopy surrounding him, the alien casually enjoyed the tangy flesh of a local fruit. His black, unblinking eyes watched the girl enter the trap area. His gaze steadily discerned his prey lean down and gather a few stones to throw at the bait he had set. Emotionless, he watched and waited as the trap sprang prematurely, and the prey turned and bolted away.

"Clever little mouse," Vexces mused, swallowing the last of his juicy snack with a quick snap of his jaws. He followed the prey's shadow, and traced the sound of the tinkling bell around her slender neck. <Master,> Vexces silently communicated to his overlord, lurking in deep space but omnipresent within his mind and senses, <what can you tell me about the bell trinket around the prey's neck?>

<A cantrip!> Xel's humming presence snaked into Vexces' mind, <She is ensorcelled against her will. It is a weakness! Exploit it. Hunt the girl. Catch her, rape her, break her! Drink the nectar of her shivering chalice, my cherished minion. Make her beg for mercy!>

Vexces reared his head back and released a scream of ethereal wrath. The sound like a score of nails across the length of a chalkboard. It was his acceptance to the challenge initiated by his prey. The prey could elude entrapment, but she would not escape capture.

With a powerful kick of his alien legs, Vexces leapt out into the dark shadows of the forest. In long, powerful strides he began to rapidly close the distance with the fleeing girl. She was still too far away from the campus. Much too far. She was defeated, though she had yet to acknowledge this as the fact it was.

Adrenaline pumped as the massive alien tore through the forest with abandon. He replaced his stealth instincts with those of the predator: hunt and catch, seek and destroy! Now he wanted her to know he was out there. His arms and tentacles splintered branches, his feet trampled bushes. He wanted her to hear him coming. He wanted her to know he was closing on her. She would know soon enough that she was already caught. Stars above, he loved the rush of the hunt!

That roar sent a chill down her spine, her hope's dashed in that it was further away then it was at the time. Traps were new to her, her delusions and paranoia saved her for the moment and while she might have been some distance from the campus she was not without a course of action.

It was sheer desperation … the devil you knew right? Kakumoah might help her out but it was just trading rapees … she shuddered hearing those snapping branches though by the sounds of it she would be caught before she could make her way there.

Hiding wouldn't work either … it never did … so she veered off deeper into the jungle, the pack slug over her shoulder though up ahead … shit! Another one! There was something in the trees, a gift of the enspelled bell that had cursed her in the way that Therion was able to screw with her. She was seeing something that wasn't there and got off the hiking trail she had been rushing along because of it, the overgrowth slowing her down.

Maybe she might have made it to Kakumoah, maybe he might have even helped for a price but she would never know as she could hear her pursuer behind her making no attempt at stealth and thus that had indicated to her that this was the sort that used terror or pain or both. Any moment now … any moment claws or tentacles would grab her or perhaps it was waiting for her to collapse out of exhaustion when she lacked the energy to fight back.

Vexces crashed into the overgrowth like an animal on a rampage. He was close now. The frantic chiming of the bell was accompanied by the flitting images of her form in the distance. The air was scented with her fragrance. A black, whip-like tongue lashed out of the monster's slavering mouth, tasting the girl's sweat on the wind. She tasted delicious; it spurred the creature on harder.

The monster was able to drag the chase out for a couple more minutes as he closed the distance between himself and his prey. He finally got a good, close look at her as he closed to within 30 feet of his victim. Tall, buxom and pale as starlight. She was a fine catch. It was time to end this facade of a struggle.

Vexces bent down and used his arms to help propel himself forward at nightmarish speed. Within seconds, he had gobbled up the distance remaining between himself and the target. He put all his energy into his legs, and launched into a mighty leap. His titanic bulk came down on top of the girl.

Massive arms quickly wrapped around the female's lithe frame, and protected her from any excessive harm that the fall might have caused. He needed this one to be well-preserved for what was to come. As soon as he had her down on the ground, a tentacle whipped down and snapped around the top of the girl's head, blindfolding her. The tentacle then pulled the girl's head back to a taut position.

Vexces let his face nestle into the crook of her soft neck. He breathed in deeply, and sampled her lovely scent. His slimy tongue snaked out, running along the pulse of her jugular, and then around to flick just below her chin. Large, alien hands pawed the girl's body through her clothing, enjoying an appetizer of what was yet to come.

It was over. She never saw it coming as she hits the ground beneath his bulk, a cry of defeat leaving her lips though she did not protest once she had been snared, his tentacle lashing out to rob her o her visual senses and not since her Mistress blind folded her had she been robbed of her sight.

Perhaps that was a good thing in this case, she shivered though at the unknown assailant as she felt that tongue against her neck just above her collar. Her hands bunching into fists but she had not fought, thrashed or whined as he enjoyed his catch.

“Y-You win,” she realized that she cannot stop him but even now, even in defeat she was attempting to gather information. If he responded then that would indicate reasoning capabilities and while she figure he wasn't going to let her go, not without good reason anyway. Right now she was just determining whether or not it was sentient ...

How amusing! The mouse acknowledges the cat that it is caught! It was adorably submissive. With his face mask lowered, Vexces raised his pale lips to the girl's ear and chuckled throatily before giving her lobe a playful kiss.

The kiss then moved back down to the girl's neck. There, Vexces' lips became rough with lust. He became intent on bruising the soft flesh beneath his lips; to leave his mark, however temporary, upon that lovely surface.

Meanwhile, the alien's long fingers unsheathed their claws. With careful, yet savage precision Vexces began tearing the girl's sweaty top to pieces. Once it was in tatters against her pale, soft skin, his claws turned on her bra. Of her upper undergarment, he left not a scrap on her body. As soon as her breasts were free of their cruel restraints, Vexces rose to his knees and dragged the girl's body up against his own.

Vexces' claws returned to their sheathes just long enough for his hands to molest the girl's full, firm globes. His second set of hands stroked their flat palms down along the girl's stomach, rode her waistline and then traveled back up her sides to restart at the top of the stomach. He continued to molest his victim in this manner for a time, with his lips pressing harshly against the student's neck and the tentacle still firmly wrapped over her eyes.

He was sentient, maybe he understood but could not speak given the amused chuckle that sent another shiver over her. Daphnee had be resigned to her ate, her time here had told her how hopeless it had been to fight back or even try to flee as was the case now. She still tried the later when bargaining didn't seem to work, his tongue rough against her neck just above the collar and surely there would be a mark that she would have to try covering up least lesbian rumors began to float around about her having lesbian trysts when she clearly had no intentions … her Mistress if it were her will but she was straight.

Claw! And I she were to judge by his tongue his claws were going to dig into her, this was going to hurt and she fought the urge to whimper out. But it had only shredded her top and bra before drawing her back so she was kneeling. Her ripe breasts played with along with the rest of her body as he responded contrary to how she had thought.

“I-I'll do what you wish, j-just d-don't hurt me.”

Soft. Everywhere Vexces touched and kissed, the first word he would use to describe what he found would be, "soft." The pale, smooth skin of his victim only seemed to enhance its texture. The monster couldn't get enough of the silky feel of her all over. It wasn't just her body, either. From her low, submissive tone and words. The utter lack of a fight response to her capture. This girl was soft in will, and spirit too.

That was perfectly fine. Vexces wasn't here for a fight, and he didn't need to break a girl to make himself hard. He wanted only her body, and then only for a time. He wasn't possessive. Some might consider it a virtue. However, Vexces wasn't sure he even liked the word, "virtue."

With the girl below him already so submissive, Vexces decided he didn't even need to restrain her limbs. He would do so only to reposition her the way he desired. Beyond that, he would see soon enough just how submissive this little spirit really was. The monster couldn't wait to find out.

While his first set of hands refused to release their custody of their captive's perfect chest, Vexces moved his second set down to the girl's waistline to unbutton her shorts. Once he had loosened them, he left them be, and moved his hands to grope the girl's butt through the seat of her garment.

Simultaneously, a trio of slender tentacles assaulted the khaki shorts. Two coiled around either of the girl's thighs before snaking up towards her crotch. The third wound itself once around the girl's slender waist before diving down into her panties. There, at the apex of her inner legs, the three tentacles met. Together, they began to gently explore the girl's silken petals. Vexces groaned into his victim's neck when he felt her smooth, shaved mound.

Weak willed, yes and no. In defense of her Mistress Therion found out how stubborn she could be as she spent the entire night in agony. It had more been the fact that she had learned her place, she knew that it was hopeless to resist. At least with flight there was a sliver of a chance that she might escape her fate though that never panned out and had not been the case yet.

Rather she found the odds about fifty fifty if she gave in once caught that matters would go better for her in the long run. She did visibly sigh when she was released for that was something she had feared above all else every since her first night on the island …

She had not sought to bargain for such a state only because she did not expect it though his hands had been all over her breasts, the nipples perking up a little given his touches. She was not being hurt and so she did not find it necessary to fight, either him or the visible reactions of her body.

She felt the response of her body somewhat a mixed blessing … she hated being so responsive but at the same time if it helped her out of a jam by easing the natures of her attackers from pain to pleasure then she wasn't going to loose any sleep over it.

She heard and felt her shorts being assailed and shredded as well, she knew that gig though she reached back over her shoulder seizing “it” behind the head. Indeed it had a head, her fingers tracing along there.

A moment later she felt it assail her, tendrils or tentacles, smooth and warm plunged into her, filling her.

The touches had made her slightly moist but those appendages find there way into her, forcing apart well trained muscles. “AHHH! OHHH!” Her fingers tightening about him, clearly he was in control here ...

Ah, Vexces had chosen his prey well. She was soft and sexy, young and submissive. Better still, her body was responsive to his unwanted advances. The alien audibly purred with inhuman pleasure as his first set of palms felt the hardening points of the girl's nipples.

He had savagely bruised the girl's neck, so he left it for now. His face raised up so that it was right next to his victim. She could not see him, still, but he let his cheek touch hers so that she knew where his face was. He felt her delicate fingers caress the slight roughness of his bald head.

The monster's first set of hands repositioned themselves so that they cupped his victim's bosom from beneath. From this place, Vexces used the first finger and thumb of either hand to directly tease either of the teen's nipples. He lecherously watched them work, and allowed himself to be hypnotized by the steady movement of her breathing. What a beautiful marvel of a girl he had caught. It took a feat of immense self-control not to take her right then and there, like an animal. Hard and frenzied, without a shred of mercy.

It would be worth the slight wait, though. She was quite responsive to him, already. A little more preparation, and she would likely enjoy the final product of his build-up as well.

The monster's second set of hands abandoned the girl's firm ass cheeks for now, and moved to hold her sleek young hips. As his tentacles below made his victim ready for him, he decided to show the full effect that her powerfully erotic body was having on him. He pressed his hard length up the groove of her ass cheeks. He did not penetrate her, but simply ran the veiny, bumpy length against her soft flesh to give her a preview of just what she was going to get.

“AH!” She gasps as her breasts are toyed with by those fingers, the tentacles filling her had built up the moisture between her thighs. So far, Daphnee managed to hang on and he was probably unaware with how thoroughly she had been trained at this point.

She shivered though and he would feel her fingers tense up against the back of his neck as she feels that member sliding against her ass cheeks telling her just what to expect.

Memories, painful memories return to her head at the night long marathon Therion made her endure as he tried to brake her … all for her Mistress, though she had not been taken back there since. Visibly she shows the signs of that fear as she tries to gauge how big he was though his eagerness would cause more damage than his size, even if Therion had trained her well back there she was not eager to have that portion of her used again … had Dolom been the last? Did it matter?

She was afraid but did not beg or whine or plead with him, she could offer up nothing of value, her compliance had been the only thing she had to offer really and she doubted that was worth much to him. She braced herself against the pain that was likely to follow.

OK, Daph, you can handle it ...

Vexces easily recognized the telltale signs of fear etched in his victim's face. He did not even need to see her eyes to know what she felt within her heart. She was frightened, and the alien noted that she wore her fear well. With her pale skin and slender frame, she fit all the more into the prey archetype. Truly, she was a fitting object for the alien's lust.

He watched her face closely as he removed the tentacles from her dripping sex. The tentacles around her thighs pulled them open until her legs were forced apart. With her sex now shamefully, and helplessly exposed, Vexces let his second set of hands slide down off the girl's hips and into her lap. There, his fingers expertly played with her pink clitoris. A single, long digit pushed up into her body, to test the human's tightness and moisture. As the alien watched his victim's responses, the finger slowly stroked in and out of her pussy.

He was nearly ready. Vexces let the student feel all nine long inches of his pulsing masculine shaft, covered in thick veins and round nodes, along the crack of her bottom. He brought his remaining tentacles to bear, tearing away the girl's pack and letting it fall to the forest floor. The slender limbs also stole any remaining scraps of clothing from her outfit and flung them away. He kept the rest of his tentacles blindfolding his victim, and binding her waist and thighs.

He … he had not impaled her yet? Her heart still pounded against her chest as her pack was tossed aside. She heard it fall nearby out of the way, scraps of her clothing torn off her, what was left of them any way?

The elements had swept over her exposed body as her legs were splayed, her passage splayed opened a few more times as they pump into her then retreat though she is not left empty for long.

“AHHHH!” That sensitive bundle of nerves is pressed upon giving rise to a shiver, that finger of his pushing inside her finding that despite her fear she is wet her between the thighs, her body having been treated by the infirmary several times now and repaired, her chalice nice and tight folds about his finger as if welcoming it, squeezing it as he presses inside her, “EHHH! AHHHH!” She pants as that finger presses further into her trembling core, she is very much at his mercy to do with as he pleases as he continues to stir her body with ease as if remembers such touches and awakens to his as he manipulates her own.

“W-What is your n-name?” A basic question, though at this stage she does not expect an answer.