Shokushu High and the island it was built on is too large to explore in a day, or even several. And Steel is pretty damn lazy when it comes to anything but his pleasures. But on occasion he did explore to try to find interesting new hunting grounds... and he found a perfect spot.

A dark room in the depths of the school's basement, lit only by a flickering light bulb above the only entrance. A chain anchored at the wall went through a pulley in the center of the ceiling, and two manacles dangled on the other end. Just right to lock a schoolgirl up so her feet barely touched the ground. And in each corner of the room shadows obscured whips, dildos and other toys... Steel cackled to himself as he came out of the shadow to look at the room. "Perfect. Damn, this school is even better than I thought. I'll have to remember this room-"

Steel stopped. he could hear a single set of footsteps outside the door. The demon grinned and melted into the shadows again, waiting to see who his next victim would be.

The redhead grumbled as she walked through the dark corridor, her heels clicking on the floor loudly. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t broken them yet, it was like walking on a cobblestone street. The choir instructor had clearly sent her down here because she disapproved of Jag’s attire, as with most of the school, but… oh to heck with it…. She’d just deal. As usual she had worn something more revealing than was likely appropriate for a school function, although it was supposed to be very formal. Still, Jag had gotten stuck in a Choir recital as a replacement, when she wasn’t even IN the choir! She just enjoyed singing Jazz in the student lounge on occasion, for parties and such. For that sort of thing her dress made perfect sense… a long black silk affair that was slit all the way up her waist on both sides, very nearly revealing the black silk thong that she wore underneath. It was also slit from the collarbone to her belly, giving a good view into her ample cleavage.

“Why the heck do they keep extra sheet music down here anyways?” she mumbled aloud as she looked through the halls, finally finding the door she wanted. It looked like a dungeon, not a storage closet. Little did she know how close to the truth she was with that statement. She reached out and gently began to turn the door handle.

Sheet music? Indeed there was a pile of papers at the far side of the room, right where Jag would be sure to see them when she walked in. Aside from that and the chain dangling from the ceiling, the room seemed empty...

A slightly darker patch in one of the shadows was the only hint that Steel was still there. He stared at Jag as the redhead entered the little room. Holy shit, that has to be the hottest girl I've seen here yet, he thought. Especially with that super-sexy black dress... He was going to enjoy this.

The demon waited for Jag to cross the room before he acted. His pale hand emerged from the darkness behind her and pushed the door shut. A heavy latch fell with a loud clank- the door wasn't going to open again very easily...

The girl sighed as she passed into the room. It was even darker than the dank hallway. The whole place smelled like… she sniffed again… it wasn’t mildew… some kind of decay…

Her attention quickly snapped to a box with some papers lying on it in the corner. “Must be it… who stores stuff in here… cripes...” she commented, walking through the room and suddenly hitting her head on something. She stopped and looked up. It was a pair of manacles hanging by a chain. She took a step back from them tentatively…

… and that’s when the door slammed, and Jag screamed. More in surprise than anything else, but still, her voice carried through the room. She spun and nearly tripped in her heels, not used to the awkward shoes. Her maneuver gave just the slightest glimpse of her toned, tanned thighs.

After Jag's scream, the room was briefly quiet. But a low chuckle soon followed even though she was supposedly alone. She might have noticed the slightest flicker in the corner of her eye as Steel flowed through the darkness around her. Words this time, though it was hard to tell where they were coming from. "Careful, my dear. You wouldn't want to hurt yourself..."

Suddenly Steel emerged from behind the girl, reaching out to grab her arms just above her elbows. He pulled her back with surprising strength, holding her to his bare chest and rubbing his cock against her rear (through his pants and her dress). "I've got something much better in mind for you," the demon whispered into her ear with another deep chuckle.

Jag spun and looked all around in the now even darker room. She couldn’t locate the source of the laughing… the strange voice… only occasionally, she would see flickers of movement in the shadows, or maybe it was just her mind playing tricks on her. Even in the couple weeks that she could remember, she knew better than to think that. The teen started to back towards a wall…

… and was promptly caught around her arms by someone. Her captor held her arms behind her with surprising strength for such normal sized hands. The redhead could feel something large and rigid pressing against her rear. “Did you have this in mind?” she asked, and slammed her head backwards, hoping to catch whoever was holding her in the nose… with some luck anyways.

Steel's laugh was interrupted almost immediately as Jag swung her head back. She didn't get his nose but she did smash his lip against his teeth. "Ow, shit," the demon snarled- but he didn't let go. "You're not gonna make this easy, huh? Well, that's just fine with me." He yanked her left arm up rather roughly to try to lock her wrist into one of the manacles.

He had to let go of Jag's other arm to do that though, which gave her a brief opportunity to pull away. Turning around would let her see the pale but muscular figure behind her, lit by the sickly light of the single bulb in the dungeon room. A spot of blood shows the damage she did to his lip, but he licks that away and grins, showing his pointed teeth.

Jag would have smiled but she connected with his jaw line, hurting herself nearly as bad as she did him. She reeled for a second as he let go of one of her hands to take the other and lift it up to the manacles. That snapped her out of it. The fiery teen quickly spun to face him, taking him in quickly… he was pale, and muscular… he almost reminded her of some sort of goth vampire movie…

… but she didn’t allow herself to dwell on his features, instead balling her free fist and swinging this one at his head. “Let me go you pasty creep!” She screamed.

As he was about to close the manacle on Jag's left wrist, her right hand came up at his face, and Steel had to move an arm to block the punch. It hurt more than he'd expected it to. This girl definitely knew how to fight. If he'd been a human guy trying to rape her, she probably would've cleaned his clock!

Unfortunately for her, he wasn't human, and he could shrug off the punch without anything more than a hiss of pain. His free arm went back to the chain and he locked the manacle around her wrist before she could try anything else. "There," he muttered, letting go and trying to grab her free arm. "I'm gonna have to punish you for that- and for the pasty crack."

Jag ground her teeth together as her fist was deflected off the man’s arm, doing little but making him annoyed. In the meantime, it succeeded in throwing her captured arm in a chained shackle and letting it hang above her.

The redhead growled and used her free hand to grab hold of the chain she was already shackled to, pulling her body up and launching a sharp heel at his chest, swinging some to gain momentum. “Not if I put you down first…” she said, fully intent on trying to kill him.

Steel simply sneered at this, leaning back from Jag's kick and catching her ankle with one hand. "Cute," he said with a smirk, "but you're a hundred years too young to catch me more than once. I'll have to do something about those sexy legs of yours, too..."

The dark-haired demon moved much faster than before, grabbing Jag's free hand and locking it next to its sister. Now that the schoolgirl's arms were at least taken care of, he stepped to the edge of the room, just out of range of her kicks. And then he seemed to ignore her, kneeling in a corner and looking through a pile of metallic objects. "I'm sure I saw one in here," he muttered to himself.

Jag swung her foot out but only to be caught by him, again moving much faster than the teen. She struggled but he easily threw her foot away and took the time to cuff her other hand above her head, forcing her chest to stand out and stretch against the thin, silky dress.

As he walked away towards a corner of the room, she began to fight against the manacles, though she didn’t do this for long. They were thick iron, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, she just lowered her head and spoke softly. “What the heck do you want with me anyways?” She asked.

At first Steel didn't answer the girl, preoccupied with his search. But after a minute he grinned and picked something up out of the pile. The demon promptly came back toward Jag, carrying a metal bar a couple feet long with a padded manacle on each end.

"What do I want?" Steel leered at Jag and reached out to grope one of her breasts through the taut silk. His fingers quickly circled around her nipple, stroking it and encouraging it to harden under his touch. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough. All alone down here, with you helpless before me... There's plenty of time for me to show you exactly what I want."

Jag waited for him as he grabbed… something… a metal bar with more cuffs… it came back towards her, talking, gloating over his catch. She shuddered as he took one of her firm, large mounds in his hand, playing with her tit through the fabric. Despite her wishes, the firm bud began to harden and grow out, pressing the silky material away from her breast. She had planned to kick him in the jaw one more time but… she found her strength faltering as he pressed at her sensitive nipple.

Steel smirked as the girl's resistance started to fade. "Hmm?" he taunted her. "No more insults? What a change from a few minutes ago. You must want this as badly as me!" The demon knelt in front of Jag, fingers trailing down her leg to her foot. One ankle was locked into a cuff, and the other followed shortly after. Then he attached the bar to a little ring that was bolted into the floor.

He stood up and gave Jag's nipple another tweak before stepping away to adjust the length of the chain that held her up. Soon the setup was complete. Jag could barely balance in her high heels, but the bar forced her to keep her legs spread wide, and the chain kept her arms up and her chest thrust forward. And while she could certainly wriggle in her bonds, there was no more give than that.

"Perfect," Steel whispered, moving close to Jag again. "What a pretty picture you make. Ah, before we begin, may I ask your name?"