"Alrght, alright already. geez. I won't do all that." He reached up, letting her go, and then handed off the clothes. He slipped back to watch, leering at her a little as her ivory curves were concealed by the tight clothing. The skirt, she finds, is terribly short, revealing much of her smooth thighs and threatening to expose everything if she so much as jumped. The blouse strained around her delightful orbs, sealing up her heavenly mounds but exposing a delicious 'V' and a deep cleavage formed by how tightly the uniform clung to her.

"We'll meet down at the bottom of the stairs in the late afternoon some time. Don't be late...!" A tentacle slid down and flicked along her barely concealed buttocks, then withdrew swiftly. The tentacles slid along, forming a pole, then a spiral, heading up the largest shaft... one she can barely get up through, she thinks... the rough shape of the spiral makes her think she might be able to climb it like a ladder or stair.

She never thought she could hate the school uniform more than she already did. Yet, here she was fuming about to burst into flames at how much was revealed. She looked like one of those students just begging to be screwed. Kanoe mutters under her breath at how carefree this creature was acting. Most monsters were rather serious but this one was making it a game to toy with her to the fullest. When she grows stronger, she will make sure to kill this one this first moment she has.

Already thoroughly slimed by these tendrils, there was no point in being timid at the crudely made ladder leading out. She grips the tendrils and begins climbing her way out towards the light. The cool breeze of the air caresses over her glistening body. But, it did little to comfort her. She was outside but still trapped, a prisoner of this creature. Making sure to keep her distance from any students that may be up, she makes her way towards the dorms and back to her room where she could eat.

She hears it whistle as she begins to climb, looking appreciatively up at her. Climbing up slowly, she feels the wind rolling down through the shaft, brushing across her slick curves. She also finds she's a tight fit; a few times, the shaft squeezes so tightly around her that she's afraid she's going to be stuck. A bit of twisting of the tentacles helps push her upwards like a screw, grinding her tempting assets against the stone as it helps her 'climb' through the narrow space.

But finally she reaches the surface; she's out in the forest some where, on a tall hill. It takes her a while to get her bearings, but she finds herself heading down to the campus. There, she finds the comfort of her room, able to close up in that place to eat, sulk, and stew in anger. No one, fortunately, saw her slick body and steamy outfit, so she has some time to think... on how she's going to escape, and make this son of a bitch pay.

Kanoe sighs as she locks the door behind her. What little good that will do, the monster was already inside her. Shaking her head, she makes a simple meal of sliced ham and cheese and drinking just water. The feeling of fullness was troublesome, feeling the tentacle inside her womb stir occasionally causes her to shiver.

She changes out of the tight fitting uniform and slips on her dark colored uniform that actually hid her features. She still went without undergarments, knowing the thing inside would simply tear out of them. Still feeling the sticky fluid on her body, she knew a shower was out of the question. It was pointless to think she will ever be or remain clean as long as she was in that thing's grasp. Kanoe eats her food trying to think of something to do. But, with the thing inside her, any attempt to channel could be interrupted by it lashing her insides. She had no way to pull the thing out of her either. This thing will have to let her go when it's ready, not the best of situations.

She finishes off her meager meal, the ham and cheese going down quickly, followed by water. The little tendril hasn't let her hood and pearl escape notice, twitching and even squeezing it lightly every once and a while. From the way it squirmed deep in her womb, it found her discomfort funny.

Even with that disruption, she finishes her meal, and finds herself at peace in her room. Out of that slinky outfit, she still felt the evidence of his violation of her all over her skin. But the thing seemed to be leaving her to her own devices, despite interruptions... the question was, what the heck would she do? The feeling of dread at it taking her again loomed ahead of her...

Not much else to do besides wait. She could not sleep or read while this thing was teasing her body. There was no where to flee to and even if there was, this thing was still inside her. She would tremble as her clit was tugged and pulled upon. Getting frustrated, she reaches into her skirt and tries to grab the little pest. If she could just grab it, she could try to pull it out of her body. It was all she had now. If anything, she can take out her frustrations in burning this thing to ash if she succeeds. Then she may have a small chance of freeing herself of the horrible creature. She can only imagine what it will do to her for the rest of the day and night.

She seized the errant tendril with a lucky snag, yanking on the thing! She feels it tug on her deepest depths, then the feeling of the suckers slowly coming off of her center, and off of her nub. It takes a few more minutes completely pull and extricate the thing out of her, but it finally slips free of her clamped lips!

With a bit of luck, she got the damn thing out! It squirmed and writhed, hanging from her hand, less than a foot long. Suckers lined it's base, and other tendrils snaked out of what looked to be its tail and felt along her fingers.

"Ugh!" She opens the window and throws the thing outside, closing it immediately. Wrapping her arms around herself, the witch trembles. The feeling of it pulling at the walls of her womb, she could not describe what she felt in words but disgusted would be close. That thing was inside her, she did not want to think of having another. But, there was little she could do about it. She did not know how many of those things there were. Even a direct hit from her spell is not enough to kill the monster completely. It knew where the witch lives. Even now, she felt helpless. The only hope she had was it would release her after her torment.

Later in the afternoon, she walks slowly down the stairs. Her hands smooth her skirt as her eyes remain lowered. Thoughts of throwing every spell she had kept running through her mind. It would make her feel better but in the end it would only exhaust her body and make the thing decide to hold her longer. Was there really anything she could do? The long wait only made the dreadful feeling sink further into her mind.

Disposing of the tentacle, she settled into a sense of disgust and fear. She was brooding, worrying, and thinking. But it seemed helpless; the cloud of despair was thick around her and stifled every thought and hope. Desperate thoughts and means came to mind, but would they really work?

As she descends the stairs, she finds a familiar young man standing at the bottom. He was waiting for her there, smirking up at her with his hands in his pockets. "Well, that was rude of you. But I suppose it isn't important. How are you holding up with your break?"

Kanoe gives the man a cold stare. She knew what was going to happen to her. Though it tears into her knowing she can do nothing to stop it, she at least knows there is a small light at the end of the tunnel. This thing was going to let her go, she simply has to endure it all.

"It doesn't matter," She replies coldly, "You know I have no choice in the matter so lets get this over with..."

Just like any woman, she was not fond of this deal at all. But, one day was better than more. Her hands were clenched into fists. This creature already knew much about her and her lover. She can only hope it does not continue to prod and dig through her head.

He raises his eyebrows, watching her as he swayed lightly on his feet. He leaned back and forth, considering as he examined her closely. Finally, he smiled and offered an arm for her to take.

"Well, I'll at least be a gentleman, and walk you on. Fair 'nough, wouldn't you say?" His innocent smile didn't hide the gleam of mischief in his eye. He was up to something, that was sure. But what, she didn't know.

Either way, he waited for her at the bottom of the stairs, elbow extended in an offering. Apparently, she would have to come to him... not the other way around. The symbology of that was undoubtedly intentional...

"Though, I am a tad miffed. You took off that nice outfit I gave you?" He eyed her clothes with a measure of disappointment... and something else. Finally, he smiled broadly. "Oh well... I'll just take it back later. That alright?"

She glares coldly back into those eyes that were tasting, devouring her now covered form. Of course the dark uniform was only for her own comfort. She knows that monsters see beyond this and would soon tear it from her body. The thought made her jaw clench in annoyance.

Kanoe nearly growls in hatred at the sight of this thing trying to be polite. A monster that disguises himself as a human, it only reminded her further to trust no one. She knew the creature was waiting for her to come downstairs and accept the arm he offers. The witch walks down slowly. Hearing him mention that awful small uniform she made mental note to burn the thing to ashes the first chance she gets. The witch seems to ignore his offer as she walks past him.

"Stay out of my room," She replies coldly.

He grins slowly, eyes half-closed almost bashfully. The look of anger and the growl in her voice were lovely, and he shivered in delight (and perhaps, a touch of fear) Scary woman! The tentacle horror thought.

"You flatter me... but that's a good point. I'd hate to waste such a thing... come on, let's go get it." He reaches down, grabbing her arm lightly, and pulling on her firmly but gently. "I have an idea... it'll even be one you might like! A little... tit for tat, of course, but I think it's something you want after all..." He begins to walk back up slowly, whistling to himself as he heads up to her room...

The witch tugs in resistance but was soon led back upstairs to her dorm room. She continues to struggle, trying to pull free of the man's grip. Whatever the idea was, she was going to hate it. It could be good and she would still hate it because it would only be another trick thought up by this thing.

"I could scream in these hallways and wake up everyone," She says harshly, "Even you might have trouble dealing with a dorm full of students."

She was not sure if she would actually do it but it would be a chance to escape. Even if he does have enough tentacles to rape everyone, these monsters tend to try to keep their profiles low. A deal with the school maybe...

He slows as he nears her room, looking up at her and blinking. "Oops. Good point." A tentacle suddenly slid around her from behind her shoulders, wrapping across her lips and mouth as it came around her head. "Well, if we are interrupted, I'd have to run. But I'd have to drag you off with me. Although maybe I'll just violate you in the stairwell, see who stumbles upon your... ahem, situation."

Stopping, he slid his quite-human hands into her pockets, starting to feel her body up and down. He checked her pockets, places and things, searching for her keys. He also seized a bountiful breast, squeezing and rolling it with a hand as he searched. Finally, he fished it out and opened the door to her room...

"Here! Home sweet home. Let's go in... do you share your room? Feel free to mumble." He chortles to himself as he pushes her inside, closing the door behind them.