It was the last ten minutes of class for Melissa. She had been diligently taking notes as the teacher gave her lecture. As the woman turned to write on the markerboard, a ripping sound came from Melissa's blouse. Her clothes were disintegrating!

Soon her entire uniform, including her bra and panties, hung off her body in tatters. Some of the other students began to look at Melissa and giggle.

The teacher turned around, wondering what was making the students laugh so. Her face turned red. "Melissa!" she exclaimed, "What are you doing?"

Mille sat there, simply minding her own business, when out of the blue, for no reason whatsoever, her uniform started to tear itself to shreds. Then, to her horror, it rent itself into less than shreds. She grabbed the sad remains of her panties and bra and clung desperately to them, relying on them for her last bit of cover. Her backside was completely bare, and if she could sprout a third arm and cover it, she would...unfortunately, she was but human, and had only two arms with wich to cover her body from her fellow giggling students. "Oh God, why's this happening to me? Why is this place so damn crazy?!"

The party really got started when her teacher started yelling at her, asking her what was going on, why she was naked. "Dammit, if I knew, do you think I'd be sitting here right now?!" She screamed back at the teacher. "What the hell's wrong with you, lady?! I don't go and shred my own clothes in the middle of class! I didn't do this!" She blushed softly as the students continued laughing at her predicament. She half-considered dropping the rest of the garments. She knew that would shut them up. At least for a moment. Still, she held on to the tatters of her underwear, using them as a shield. Her flat, firm stomach was on display, but at least her perky breasts and shaven sex were concealed from view. Even so, her firm backside was on display for anyone behind her. She felt a rosy blush build in her cheeks, and looked at her shoes, firmly refusing eye contact with anyone else.

"You expect me to believe someone else did this to you?" the teacher said. The students were always trying to pull fast ones on her, and she had had it up to here with it. "You think you're something funny, maybe? Get up here, Melissa, and I mean now!"

The students ooed at Mille, eager to see her nakedness as she was ordered to go to the teacher. They giggled and pointed at her, and soon any student who had not been paying attention had her eyes fixed on Melissa.

Eyes widened as Mille was given that command. She was naked. Stark naked. And this crazy witch wanted her to walk to the front of the class?! "What....what the hell are you saying?! Did you miss the part about where I'm, oh, I don't know, BUTT NAKED?! Besides which, how the hell do you figure I did this to myself in all of ten seconds flat?!" Mille was a quivering five-foot four-inch mass of righteous fury at this insanity, and the teacher wasn't helping at all.

Still, the other girls ooo-ing at her set her off even more. Giving them an irritated look, she walked to the front of the class with an angry strut, rolling her hips with exaggerated motions, letting it sway. Mille might not be the prettiest girl in the world, but she was far from homely. She knew that many of the girls in her class were either lesbians or bi, and she worked that to her advantage, watching with some vague satisfaction as her rolling ass silenced many of them for a long moment. Ahhh, vanity, she thought. Her feeling of triumph faded, however, as she finally made it to the front of the class, standing before the teacher. Still butt naked. She blushed a little brighter. I'm in trouble...she thinks softly looking at her teacher's angry face.

"Obviously, no one else could have done it," said the teacher. "The closest person to you was Britney, and she was three feet away from you! And now it's not just an issue of you being naked, either. Losing your temper at me is not a wise thing to do."

"Students, please look at Melissa. She is an unwise girl. First she decides to disrobe for us, and now she tries to argue with me." Turning again to Mille, she said, "I think you can spend your weekend regretting your decisions in the Basement. Now, get out of my classroom, you're distracting everyone."

This much was obvious. Janie, a bespectacled girl in the front row, was openly drooling on her paper. The teacher smacked the blackboard with a ruler, now ignoring the nude student at the front of the classroom, wanting to return to the lesson. "Now, more about the transitive property..."

Mille simply stood there for a moment, shock evident on her face. Stupidity. That was the only explanation. Either this teacher was incredibly stupid, or she knew what was going on. And if she knew what was going on, she'd have tried to stop it...wouldn't she? That left only stupidity. She narrowed her eyes and growled, throwing the last shreds of her underwear away in exasperation. It became instantly and clearly evident the the classroom was a bit chilly. "I'll tell you where you can stick your damn transitive properties..."

Mille turned and stalked out of the room, tears in her eyes, a deep blush of embarassment on her face. She hardly noticed the looks she got from the other students, making her way back to her dorm room to get some new clothes before she found out what she was supposed to do now. Somewhere, she was supposed to report for detention throughout her weekend. Meaning all weekend, there would be no running, no swimming, no nothing. She felt like just collapsing and crying right there, but forced herself to keep going, refusing to give anyone still watching the satisfaction of seeing her break down. She didn't cave in to the demands of monsters to become their slaves, she certainly wouldn't fall apart for a teacher's benefit, or a bunch of juvenile girls who took delight in someone else's pain.

The teacher smiled once Mille had left the room, watching her go through the little window on the door. Once the student was out of sight from all the students, the teacher clenched her legs slightly, hoping no one knew how moist the sight of her pupil had made her.

Georgia, another of Mille's classmates, had met Melissa before, but until then, had not really appreciated just how attractive the woman was. She would have to get to know Mille better, apparently...

Mille made her way back to her dorm, having successfully fought back her tears. A small victory, but in this hell, she'd take what she could get. She made it to the dormitories a short time later and climbed her way to her floor, striding down the hall without a care. She'd been seen several times by other students, and they'd either called out jeers at her or simply sat there stunned. A couple had offered sympathetic glances, but she had no clue as to whether they really knew what was happening or if they'd merely felt sorry for a similar experience they'd had in the past.

Mille unlocked her door, glad she'd had her key on a chain about her neck rather than in her shredded clothing. She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and proceded directly to her closet, where she took out another uniform. Then, over to her dresser, for some more underwear. She sighed softly, sadly. "Why do these things keep happening to me? What did I do for this?" She sat on the bed, still in the nude. She flopped back on her bed, giving an angry growl. "Damn it all..." She punched her pillow. As a general rule, Mille was not a violent girl, certainly not given to the sort of outbursts she'd exhibited in the classroom...but then again, as a general rule, Mille wasn't assaulted repeatedly by sex crazed monsters, raped to the point of insanity and left to her own devices in a puddle of fluids. And as a general rule, Mille's clothes didn't disentegrate on her in the middle of class. As a general rule, Mille wasn't made to go to detention for something that clearly wasn't her fault...

She sighed again and put on her clothes, deciding she might as well get it over with. She stepped back out of her dorm and went wondering off to find the admin office, fairly sure that that's where she'd need to report to anyway.

The admin office was a short distance, and the person at the desk smiled at her. "Assigned Basement duty?" she asked, her flawless teeth gleaming. "We just need you to sign this paperwork."

She handed Mille a clipboard with two pieces of paper attached. The first read as follows:

"On the ___ (day) of ___ (month), ___ (student) was assigned detention in the Basement for ___ (offense)."

The words "Indecency in class, arguing with a teacher," had been written in the blank for the offense. Two lines were beneath the text, one for her signature, the other already signed by her teacher.

The second paper was a map to the Basement.

Mille sighed with a small smile of her own. "Unfortunately, it appears that way..." She said with a resigned voice. That doesn't make her flinch any less at the word 'Indecency' scrawled on the paper. It hadn't been her fault! Well...maybe exploding at the teacher was a bad idea...but the clothes? Not her fault at all. It was hardly fair at all!

Bottling her anger for the moment, she filled out the line for her signature and handed the paper back to the lady. She took her map and looked at it. "Good lord...not only do I have to go to detention, but I need a map to find it! This place is screwy..." She turns and walks out, adjusting her skirt nervously, as though frightened it might fly off or fall to pieces at any moment.

As she walked out the door, a slight breeze from the opening caught her skirt, causing her to flinch with a soft squeak, followed by a nervous laugh. She'd thought, for just a second, that she was about to lose a second uniform. She made her way to the basement, reading her map and trying to fix the location of the place in her mind.

The Basement was a dank, poorly-lit place. The walls were made of stone, and it had a rather ominous feeling to it...

The darkness seemed almost tangible in this place, an overwhelming force that would not be denied.

As she descended the stairs, the evil of the place seemed to surround her little heart like a cage, making it beat faster. The door had closed already, locking behind her, accompanied by a sinister laugh.

Mille jumped, screaming softly as the doors closed behind her, a laugh sounding. "That's just plain, fucking UNNECCESSARY!" She screams at whatever had laughed, seeking to banish her fear in a wave of anger. It didn't work. Shivering in the dankness, and not just from the chill, Mille made her way through the labyrinthine corridors. She moved about, taking twists and turns and wondering how the hell anybody had managed to map out such a monstrous place. She couldn't tell if she was still on the right track or not.

After about five minutes, Mille was fairly sure she was lost. She contemplated calling for help or something...what was that rule for getting out of a maze? Your left hand on the nearest wall and walk til you find the entrance? Something like that...when suddenly, she found the room indicated on her map. "Well, that's good." She said sarcastically. "Now I can starve down here when I fail to find my way back out. But at least I'm not late for detention!" She pushed open the door and walked into...a dank room, surprise surprise. But it was a touch too dark for her to see..."Hello? Anybody in here? Ummm...my name's Mille...uh, that is, Melissa Greensbaron...I was sent here for detention...anybody?"

Suddenly her body was pushed in, as if an invisible force had brought her inside the room. The room was pitch-black now, making vision impossible. If it hadn't been so dark, she might've seen the eighteen-foot-high ceiling, the stone walls decorated with intricate devices. No, all Mille would see was the eyes.

The eyes opened up from the opposite side of the room. In the utter blackness, they glowed a creepy bioluminescent yellow. There was nothing else to these eyes, just yellow spheres floating in mid-air, about a half-foot from each other. The massive orbs were each several feet wide, and there was something hungry about their look.

The darkness had a resurgence, making it seem as if demons were closing in from every side. Suddenly a torch lit on the opposite side of the room; Alucard had lit one. It lit another, and another, allowing its gargantuan body to be seen.

The alien was sixteen feet high, half of the height belonging to its head. The arms reached down to the floor on the grey-skinned alien. Its rubbery flesh was coated in bumps, and its toothless smile was stretched into a hungry grin.

"So," Alucard said, "you said your name was Melissa...?"

Mille's scream as she's pushed into the room is short and loud. She turns to glare at whoever pushed her in...and finds no one there. "What the hell?" She asks, more to hear...something, anything other than this horrid, oppressive silence, pressing in on her from all sides. And the darkness around her...it was like a living thing! It was almost as if she'd been swallowed by something...she looked around a bit, looking for a light switch, and was faced instead by a pair of yellow spheres floating before her.

She stared at them for a minute, then gave a soft squeak as a torch was lit...then several others...revealing a huge shape standing before her. She looked at it for a moment, then groaned. "Dammit, I should have seen this coming..." She glared at the creature. "Yeah, my name's Melissa. Mille, actually, not that it matters. What's your story, and why are you here? Oh wait, let me guess..you're another of these sadistic freaks here to rape defenseless girls, right?" She was quite pissed, really. She'd come to detention, for God's sake, disciplinary action, enforced by the school...and here she was faced with yet another of these damnable creatures! Couldn't they leave any aspect of this damn place alone? "What the hell is WRONG with you things!?" She yelled angrily.

Mille stepped back and took a good look up at the creature. She instantly wondered what the hell had caused her to go off on a tirade like that, staring at the massive thing's body...and head. Half its size seemed to be in its head. She looked around, a bit apprehensive now that she'd gotten a good look at the thing and mentally cursed herself for a fool for screaming at this...whatever it was...before noticing how huge it was. Talk about leaping without looking...you'd think I'd have learned by now...she sighed softly to herself, then looked around. "Ummm...where's...where's the desk and stuff...and who's supposed to be overseeing my detention...and what the hell are you anyway? Why are you here?"

"I'm your disciplinarian this weekend," said Alucard. Its voice sounded like a chorus of humans speaking in unison as its squarish hands dragged on the ground. Its eyes were fixed on the student, impressed at her bravery/stupidity to yell at it. "As for raping you, you've got it slightly wrong. I'm going to eat you, my dear."

It roared with laughter, its chorus of voices bringing Mille straight into the past. Once it settled down, it resumed its tight grin and said to her, "Of course, whether I eat you or not depends on how well you learn your lesson when I punish you. If you're lucky, you might last the weekend, and I'll eat three other girls instead. If you're not lucky, you'll be one of them."