"Should have just gotten rained on..." Heather mumbled to herself after what seemed like an hour of wandering the underground tunnels beneath the campus. She had been told that the tunnels connected all of the dorms, school buildings, and even the gymnasium... and in fact that might be true, though the lack of signs directing those unfamiliar with the dank, almost medieval looking halls had left the young redhead hopelessly lost.

The rain had been pouring down when she had gotten back from class, and since she still wanted to get some exercise in, it seemed like a good excuse for her to be a little adventurous and attempt to reach the gym via the underground system. She was beginning to wonder, however, if the whole thing had been some prank against a naive freshman.

It was at least quite warm in the tunnel network, which Heather was more than thankful for. Opting out of wearing a jacket under the assumption that she could beat the rain, she was dressed in a matching yellow and black sport bra and athletic shorts, both of which hugged her curved teenage body, but did little to cover her, leaving the entirety of her midriff unclothed, as well as most of her legs, all the way down to her running shoes.

"Jeez, this is ridiculous... can't even find my way back!" She exclaimed to herself, finally deciding to open the next door she came to.

Having recently arrived on the island (planet) Rexus had gone on somewhat of an adventure himself, finding his way into the dungeon like basement. The data he had explained this to be a detention block for ill behaved students. Bringing Tor along for the ride, Rexus had mapped out a good portion of the underground and decided to rest in one of the rooms. As he hears the door open he doesn't move a muscle from the back of the darkened room, being behind some boxes he lets his senses absorb who or what is coming into the room first.

The room is actually so dark that Heather can't see anything except for the stone floor infront of the door and a small chain that hangs down in the middle of the room...for the light?

For a brief moment, the teen began to reconsider her idea of opening the next door she saw. It just so happened to be a rather imposing looking iron door, partially rusted but still quite sturdy... almost like something you would see in a prison. "Have to find my way out somehow..." She muttered to herself, reaching forward and pressing the door open. The creak that came from its old hinges could have woke the dead, or so it seemed in the otherwise quiet halls.

"Ah... hel..." She began, then paused as she realized the room wasn't another hallway, though it was likely fairly deep. "...lo?" Came the end of her sentence, the redhead feeling rather foolish. Heather was turning to leave when she noticed a glint in the meager light afforded by the halls illumination. It seemed to be coming from a hanging chain, though something looked off about it. None the less, she zeroed in and gave the chain a little tug, testing to see if it worked some sort of light. It seemed a little large for that proposition, however...

Sure enough, the chain did in fact turn the light on...a single, low-watt light bulb so far up all it really did was turn the dark room into a mass of shadows. However through it, Heather can see several tables and chairs, boxes are piled off to the side with various chains and whips hanging from the open lids.


At the back of the room, Rexus registers a female voice muttering, soft footsteps into the room, his first prey has arrived. He motions to the small blob known as Tor that was resting as a puddle nearby to go close the door.

The draconian waits in the shadows to hear the wonderful sound of the door slamming shut. He already knows that it cannot be opened from the inside, but that was no concern for his strength. Heather however, will find her predicament only worsen from here.

The chain did, in fact, trigger a light, though she had guessed incorrectly at the room's size earlier. It was quite massive, and as she looked around, she realized it was not someplace she wanted to be. Whips, tables, boxes containing who knows what... or hiding god knows what behind them.

WHAM!

The sound of the door slamming literally drew a shriek from the young woman, causing her to jump and spin around. Instantly she ran for the door, trying the handle, though it wouldn't budge for her. Her top stretched and relaxed as she began to panic, her breaths coming quicker and louder.

"L... look, this isn't funny. Whoever's out there, open the dang door!" She screamed, though there was indeed a great deal of fear in her voice. Her long, un-tied hair drifted around her, partially obscuring her panic stricken face under a haze of red as she continued to tug on the door.

As Heather pounded on the door, screaming at the prospect of somebody outside the room, the two inside the room with her started getting excited. Rexus popped his head over the boxes behind her to get a better look at her.

Her frantic pounding really gave the air of scared prey, the large lizard creature continued to watch from the shadows to see what Tor would do. The blob had dissolved himself into another puddle, one the panicked girl didn't notice she was standing in. What she will notice is when she finds herself glued to the floor and the gooey green substance begins climbing up her legs. It works it's way passed her shoes and socks, but moves faster once it reaches her soft skin.

Only as Heather began to stop pounding on the door... as she went do take a step back... did she realize she was standing in something. It appeared, in fact, that whatever she was standing in had not only stuck her sneakers in place, but had quickly rose up to the top of her running shoes, overtaking her small socks as well and reaching the teen's ankles.

Slowly and slowly it continued to climb up her legs, despite her fear induced strength as she attempted to pull herself from the spot. "Oh my god... what's going on... this has to be a nightmare." She tried to convince herself as she pushed against the door again, before reaching down to try and pull away whatever the stuff was.

"Get off you disgusting... whatever the heck you are!" she cried.

As Heather tried to stomp the puddle, Rexus rose from behind the boxes and silently made his way over to her. As she said "whatever the heck you are!" Rexus hissed behind her...

"I'm sstill not sssure exactly what he is either."

Looking over her shoulder she'd see the large draconian reach out and take her arms from behind. His long tongue gives her cheek a lick, the creature begins moving up on her.

The blobbish Tor has reached up to her thighs and is slowly creeping towards her bikini line.

As the thing continued to climb up her legs, quickly reaching her athletic but fair skinned thighs, something hissed behind her. Slowly the teen turned, leaving the blob for a moment to look behind her... slow enough that anyone watching probably would have found it terribly funny, in that clichéd, horror movie sort of way the victim turns to look at the psycho before something bad happens.

Apparently, Heather didn't find the giant, dragon-like creature all that hilarious, though. If she was afraid of the creepy hallways, the 'self shutting' door, or the puddle climbing her legs, the massive beast was simply too much for her. With eyes as wide as saucers, she simply continued to stare at the thing, lip trembling as if she were supposed to be screaming, but too afraid to actually make the noise... or perhaps thinking that by standing perfectly still, she might be spared the thing's attention, however unlikely that seemed.

Pushing the girl forward to her knees, Rexus uses his claws to shred the back of her shirt (also cutting the bra strap), glancing at the girl to see what she does next. Not sure what to make of the girls on this island, maybe this is too good to be true. He begins licking her back, tasting her flesh, but also wondering...what else he could do with this girl.

Tor, however, didn't change his direction, he kept moving up and removing her panties, shoes and socks. Now pushing himself against her sex mound he began massaging her lower half, making it feel as if her lower half was being sucked on.

The rough push forward served to snap Heather back to reality, it seems, as she was screaming by the time her knees impacted off the rough, cement floor. "Oh my god, whatever you are... do you understand me? Leave me alone, plea..." She stammered, interrupted as it ripped at her back, severing the back of her sport bra in a single stroke. Relieved of their support, her young breasts bounced free of the failing bra, surprisingly firm for their size.

"No! Stop that!" She got out, before a gasp of utter shock parted her lips, the thing having snuck into her skintight shorts. Even as it pulled them down, it began to suck, so it seemed, against her sex lips. Thought she would never admit to it, the sensation was incredible, and she had to contain herself quickly before she moaned aloud for her violators.

Ripping her clothes off, Rexus sniffed her hair and licked the back of her neck and shoulders. Reaching down he cut the skirt and pulled it away, the two monsters having removed all clothing from the young redhead. Then Heather felt something she had come to dread from the monsters on the island, the feeling of their erect cocks pressing against her back.

"I can underssstand you, but I wont' ssstop...your mine nowsss."

Tor continued to stimulate her pussy, slightly rubbing himself between her sex lips. As her hands hit the floor he bound them as well, the slime moving up her forearms.

With the organic substance continuing to molest her below, she began to scrape at it in a desperate attempt to remove the odd, blob like creature. Heather's Endeavour didn't end quite as she had hoped, though, instead leaving her with both hands rooted to the floor at her sides. "Look... you don't want to... to do this..." She pleaded, looking behind her again at the same moment that she felt something heavy across her now bare back.

Tugging at the thing only managed to display her body a little more as it was stretched. As it slid across her smooth, slightly toned back, Heather realized exactly what was weighing upon her young form. "Oh my god.. really, don't do this. I... people are right behind me... I... I had friends with me, they'll be here any second and they'll..." She stammered, and then looked back again. Even if there had been friends with her... even if she had any friends here to begin with... there was nothing a human could do against THAT thing.

Letting go of her arms now that they were bound by Tor, Rexus moved his rough clawed hands to reach around and grope her hanging breasts. Squeezing the tender mounds she could feel his claws lightly scratch her flesh. She could feel him rub his cock along her back still, as well her shoulders and neck were moist with his saliva as he continued to lick her, sometimes licking her cheek whenever she turned to plead to him.

"Come now...I assure you that you'll enjoy it in the end, all the others have." Rexus hisses in her ear his promises of the ravaging to come.

Tor, however, is hard at work on stimulating her pussy, pushing himself further in and giving direct attention to her clit. A phallic tentacle begins prodding at her entrance, slowly loosening her up with his slimy body. The suction feeling doesn't leave either, it feels as if some large mouth had her from the waist down and was sucking on her, drawing out her juices that had begun to flow as her body began involuntarily reacting to all the attention and excitement.

Heather gasps loudly as the thing at her sex begins to poke, pushing into her young, increasingly hot slit as it grabs around the thing unintentionally. It seems to almost feed on the dampness gathering in her folds, sucking at her clit and playing with the tiny nub. The young woman's body squirmed above, held down for the monsters... completely immobilized, save for the occasional twist, making her flat belly contort and go taut.

As the dragon-like creature reached around her, she felt its claws each take hold of one of her proud breasts, groping the firm orbs possessively. The act had a profound effect on the girl, her head leaning back slightly in a shamed moan. "Oh god... please... don't... touch me... like this..." She gasps, chest heaving as her apparently tender globes are manhandled by the larger assailant.