"Matsumoto!" A student's voice called out as a volleyball was bumped into the air. The sound of footsteps and shoes squeaking against the hard polished floor filled the air as students on both sides of the net moved to positions. A rapid steps moved beneath the hovering ball, a long silver ponytail following in the woman's wake. Vera quickly skidded to a stop, legs flexing as she soon pushed off both to jump after the now falling ball. The Head Girl swung her arm over her head, an audible smack revealed her palm making contact with the ball. The white orb was sent shooting past the net and past the students who leapt up to try and stop it. The ball collided with a student's arm only to be deflected out of bounds.

A whistle was blown sounding the end of the game. Vera was approached by students on her team while the losing side was left with putting away the net and equipment. All the students wore similar gym uniforms of tight fitting white t-shirts and dark blue shorts. Vera was the only anomaly with a light blue sash hanging loosely around her waist, revealing to all that she was one of Shokushu's Head Girls. The Asian woman's long silver hair was tied back into a single ponytail to keep it out of the way when doing any sort of exercise. She politely accepted any compliments and reassured the students she was only doing what she could.

Vera was not part of any sports teams but was expected to take care of her body through consistent exercise. Perfecting ones body and improving stamina was often encouraged on Shokushu. The alien guests want to get more out of their future slaves after all. The Head Girl was at the gym planning to work out when the coach approached her with a request to join in a game of volleyball. A student could not make it and Vera was to even out the teams. Feelings among the students were mixed. There were those who looked up to Head Girls and the benefits that came with the position. Others did not care much like students at a college not caring about who was on the student council or similar organization. Then there were those few who did not like Head Girls or those who work with the school. Vera's reputation of being distant and rather cold did not help with that.

The Head Girl simply let the team leader do her job and did her best to follow instructions. She knew of the sport and the rules but little beyond that. Thankfully, her consistent workouts (and some changes thanks to NICE labs) made her physically well prepared for the match. To the surprise of the other girls, Vera did not pull rank and simply worked with the others to the best of her ability. In the end, she was still human like them.

The coach thanked Vera before they all departed for the showers. The silver haired woman headed the other way and back to the weight machines in another room. Shokushu spared no expense in providing machinery designed towards developing physical perfection. The Head Girl stretched slowly, breasts straining against her white shirt and the sports bra underneath. Eyes scanned the room for other students. She was not interested in interacting with any of them. It was simply her job to confront any violators of Shokushu's rules. Satisfied that everything was in order, she headed over to a seated press station to resume her workout before the coach interrupted her.

The graduate student set the pin in the weight she wanted and sat down. She gripped the handles and took a slow breath. Vera exhaled as she pushed her arms outwards and breathed in when she pulled her arms back. Every iteration caused her chest to rise and fall, breasts stretching her white shirt. The Head Girl was more than used to how tight and revealing these uniforms were. She knew the hidden cameras were no doubt recording every moment that occurred in this gym. Students of all lovely shapes and figures unknowingly flaunt their bodies for those in control and possible alien guests. But, there was no avoiding it. Vera knew this well enough.

Replacing the data plates on the tiny remote observer device in the gymnasium and sports area was one of his regular stops through the human settlement. There was so much information being relayed back at the end of each patrol, and he was sure that the quality of the data being sent back must've caused some serious drooling back on homeworld, judging by the requests that came in. Pool. Gymnasium. Dorms. Even classrooms! Having studied how humans had sensed the world around them, it was relatively easy to practice the stealth camoflage and avoid running into them. Having learned how to move in their gaseous atmosphere, the creature's body moved with practiced silence through the hallway as the students left the area for their next game. At first, he had to move at night, but as he gained further practice and control of his camoflaged body, little by little - he had begun daytime operations.

It was during one of these data plate replacement operations that his attuned senses picked out motion inside the gymnasium. The rhythmic sound of one of the weights meeting the other as they were set down echoed in the otherwise-silent sports hall. Similar to one of the exercise machines installed in his expedition spacecraft, he figured - and if this human settlement was an extant colony, then there would be no doubt that the local humans would do whatever it took to preserve their greatest strengths and knowledge. Eager to watch, and perhaps sample such potential, he set down the tiny probe device in one of the unused vents, letting the slick monophase material reform on the walls to hide the mechanism after a few seconds.

As he silently entered the gymnasium from one of the side vents, he paused to take a look at this lone beauty working on the weightlifting machine. Numerous eyes lining his upper body opened up to take in the view, her regular motions causing her to inadvertently show off her toned body, the way her shirt highlighted her notable breasts as she diligently exercised here. Her proportions and well-developed body differentiated her from the regular students he usually observed - this woman must be someone really special, he surmised. Unaware of his shifting, nearly invisible form in the dark, she continued working on the weights, demonstrating not just physical strength, but incredible stamina as well. Each moment he watched her, the urge to experience all she had to offer continued to bubble up in his brain stem.

Of course, he would have to make for a perfect approach. With that, he quietly keyed some commands to the cortex computer to ensure that his own defensive perimeter would alert him in the case she called for help and waited patiently - humans were a small species, and in time, they would tire. When his quarry exhausted herself and took a break, that would be the time he would strike. With that done, the tiny computer was put away and he began to approach silently, making sure to keep his olfactory ducts shut and remaining precisely in her blind spot. Even from behind, he had a spectacular, tantalizing view of her perky rear.

Bloomers sure are great. he thought to himself as he quietly hid himself behind a larger machine and waited for her to tire out.

Any other students seemed to have already left to attend their next classes. Vera did not mind the isolation. Despite the lewder purpose behind having all this gym equipment, working out did leave the Head Girl to her thoughts and she could not deny it felt good to keep her body fit and healthy.

There was no denying that Vera was brought to Shokushu because of her beauty much like most students. Her long silver hair and long sexy legs stood out among the student body. But once she became a Head Girl, NICE labs was more than willing to further enhance her body for her numerous duties and expectations. Beauty could always be enhanced, like perfecting a well crafted doll. Stamina was also important as alien guests and the headmasters would want to draw as much pleasure from her lovely form as possible. Though Vera had mixed thoughts about what the school has done to her body (and perhaps things she did not know), she certainly did enjoy the looks of envy and jealousy she earned from the more ordinary students of the school.

Vera's breathing remained steady as she continued push the weights. She did not go for very heavy weights, aiming for more repetitions rather than pushing her max weight. The Head Girl was unaware of her alien stalker as she stopped pushing the weights, letting them rest with an audible clank. Vera's empathic senses usually only worked on other humans. Alien brains tended to process information and emotions differently, escaping the woman's notice. Perhaps it was for the best as she would rather not feel the lusts and hunger coming from a potential attacker she could not stop anyway.

The silver haired woman would rise to feet. There were still other muscles she would need to work on before she had to shower and change. The volley ball match and her current work out left a light glisten of sweat upon her fair skin. Vera headed for another seated machine, this one focused on leg extensions. She set the weights and gripped both handles that were on both sides of the seat. Once more, she focused on her breathing as she extended her legs, lifting the weights with their motions.

She had walked right by him as he remained hidden between a large weight machine and a curious contraption that looked vaguely similar to the atmospheric motion trainer he had on his spacecraft. The scent of her body gave him what he needed to know - she was not going to be easy to capture. Her toned muscles and splendid proportions marked her as a human adult - much like the powerful, ancient Matriarchs which were far stronger than he could be. Excitement rippled through his brain stems as he considered the angle of attack. The subtlest trace of exhaustion had started showing - the way she breathed had changed. It was subtle, but even now he could sense the way the sounds of her lungs changed.

Oh, how he wanted to challenge her to a kendo duel. How he wished to go toe to toe against such a perfect specimen. To win. Then break her completely, and bring her back to the central world as a trophy. As he watched her sit down on the machine designed to exercise the leg limbs of humans, he pushed those errant thoughts out of his head. No, he would have to stick to the long-term plan for the time being. What he had accomplished so far was naught but the tip of the iceberg as far as his ambitions were concerned. The gills below the central body opened up slightly as he focusing on breathing in sync with her as she drew the weights up with her legs and took in a deep breath. This way, he masked any possible trace from her as she remained blissfully unaware of what was in the room with her as he moved in closer, taking care to remain precisely in her blind spot.

There it was again - that slow, nearly inaudible, yet steady rasp as her body began to become exhausted from the effort she was putting in to physically training herself. Just a little longer, and then he would strike when she had enough and relaxed...

Muscles strained and flexed as the Head Girl continued her workout. Her long silver ponytail swayed with her lightly rocking form. Her chest heaved with deeper and heavier breaths. Breasts bounced and swayed lightly with her motions. Knowing the island, she knew the cameras were not missing a moment of seeing one of the school's Head Girls in action.

It was possible the cameras were not the only things watching. It would not take much for a targeted student to embrace paranoia, expecting an alien monster lurking in every shadow just waiting to strike. But Vera learned quickly that such behavior was not helpful and certainly not healthy. If an alien was around, it was already too late to stop what would come next from her experience. It would not stop even Vera from trying to resist of course. But knowing the futility of it all made it easier to just to not think much of it and just try and live her life.

The Asian woman continued with her reps. She would depart from one machine to work at another. Some required her to stand or sit in various positions to work on different muscle groups. Vera's stamina was no doubt impressive but her body still had limits and she was not one to lift weights often. Cardio tended to be her preferred means of exercise.

Vera would rise from the final station. She looked to the clock and knew she would need to get washed up and changed before resuming her daily duties. The woman returned to her bag to grab a towel to lightly dab the sweat from her face. A bottled water waited for her to rehydrate. She did not need to worry about cleaning the stations she worked on as the nanites on the island tended to that simple maintenance. The Head Girl sat down, resting a bit as she sipped her water. It looked as if she was done with training her body.

Their species had always been persistence hunters. Patiently following prey for days on end until they finally drowned, too exhausted to even breathe. What he was doing now was not exactly different - instead of taking her on at the peak of her natural strength and agility, he waited until she had tired herself out. His patience was rewarded when her exhaustion peaked and she finally finished. As she daubed away the sweat that had formed on her body, he waited until she physically relaxed, coming down from her workout to strike.

The muscles coiling up to strike were reminiscent of a terrestrial serpent, the way he bunched up the 'attack' tentacles as he slowly approached from behind. The moment she put down her bottle of water and stood up to leave was the moment he struck. Soundless, fleshy lengths lashed forwards, instantly coiling themselves around her upper arms, hip, throat and head, their optical camouflage dropping into a sudden splash of patterns and colors as his skin shifted to disorient his prey. From his position, an observer would have seen one of the bulkier machines sprout tentacles that deftly coiled around her, using their initial momentum to twist around her limbs, neck and head as they moved in the blink of an eye to muffle any cry for help that would come out of her throat.

As his sensory organ array pressed against the back of her neck, he braced himself for his catch to struggle. Judging by the impressive physical strength she had displayed, it would be quite the wild ride...

Vera did not consider herself very strong. Her overall physical prowess was not exactly her primary focus during her day to day duties. She had no real frame of reference as majority of her physical activity beyond exercise involved sex, fleeing from alien guests, and futile struggling. Still, that was more than what some students did.

The woman rose to feet only to have her vision smothered by a mass of colorful flesh. "A-Mmphg!" Lips parted to cry out in alarm only to already be covered by another tentacle. More alien appendages were already upon her, all striking nearly in unison. The empty water bottle fell to the floor as arms tugged against the powerful tendrils. The Head Girl never sensed the attack coming. Her vision and voice were sealed, sealing any potential to channel her magical ability. She knew nothing about the creature that was attacking her though she could certainly guess its general intention.

Hands reached blindly, seeking to grab something or anything she could use to strike these tentacles. Muffled sounds of annoyance and fear left the Asian woman's throat. The tendril that went over her mouth when she cried out allowed her to at least attempt to harm this creature. She tried to bite down on the vile appendage as hard as she could. Legs pushed, trying to force herself further from the source of the attack and possibly weaken its grip. It was unlikely. These alien creatures were often much stronger than mere humans. Still, the school promoted such struggles among their Head Girls. The more they struggled, the more their lovely bodies were flaunted at the cameras as well as their attacker's eyes (or other sensory organs).

Breasts bounced and swayed as she squirmed and tugged against the tentacles. Sharp breaths entered and left her nose as lungs and muscles burned. She was not sure what this monster had planned. All she knew was the first few moments was her only chance of breaking free before whatever binding attempts were locked in if they were not already.

His initial analysis was spot-on. She was far stronger than the rest of the humans on the island. The thrill of doing it with someone who clearly was heads and shoulders above the others in terms of beauty, strength and even skill caused him to shudder in excitement as she struggled - not blindly as some had, but with cool, calculating motions that seemed almost practiced in their grace as she attempted to work around the tentacles that had gotten a good grip on her body. He kept shifting those lengths, though - giving her the illusion of slowly working towards her freedom while he continued to coil more of those tentacles around her body.

Her tiny teeth managed to bite down on the thick skin of his attack tentacles, and he let her dig deep in as the skin that had evolved to withstand deep oceanic pressures easily took her attack without breaking. In fact, he followed up by shifting a trio of smaller tentacles around her jaws and forehead, pressing her mouth down on the flesh as the skin began to excrete a thin, oily liquid that tasted rather earthy to the human girl's tongue.

Eager to inspect his catch, smaller tentacles joined the fray, studying what she wore with curious touches that had the unfortunate(?) side effect of sending pleasure signals through her being as the tips brushed past her erogenous zones. It was only after he had ensured that he had a good grip on her that he raised her into the air like some kind of trophy, making sure she didn't hit her head on the ceiling or on one of the nearby gymnasium machines. After taking what felt like another close look, he began to move away from the center of the gymnasium, towards one of the corners which had the vent where he had first entered this room from. Once he entered this corner where he had more room to move around, he began to carefully undress the girl. Her outfit was a little challenging to remove, so different from the standard uniforms used in this warm and tropical human settlement, but he kept at it - the newfound challenge was interesting in its own way...

The vile tendril was tough and it was no surprise that she could not bite through the durable flesh. What Vera had not expected was more tendrils wrapping around her head and forced her bite down even harder than she could. "Mmphgl" Eyes went wide as oily liquid fed into her mouth. She tried to shake her head and spit out the horrible tasting appendage. As she choked and gagged, more tendrils wrapped around the struggling woman. What little give she gained was nothing more than a cruel tease. The tentacles tightened and her feet left the floor as she was easily lifted into the air.

Legs kicked and her lovely body writhed in the air. There was no escaping the inevitable. She learned this over her years on this island. Still, she strained against her bonds as smaller tendrils began to explore her body. Tingling sensations rippled in their wake, her clothes doing little to hinder the pleasures now running up and down her spine.

Muffled squeals left the Head Girl's throat as she easily carried through the air and towards another part of the large room. Vera could not see through the mess of tentacle flesh wrapped around her head. She could only breathe through her nose as she tried to spit out the vile fluids that came from where she bit the alien monster. The silver haired woman did not need her eyes to know what the creature was doing next. Toes curled inside her shoes as thin tendrils slid across her legs and body. There were no buttons or simple skirt on the gym uniform. But there were less layers, consisting of little more than a white t-shirt and dark blue shorts along with the usual undergarment. The sash was the only addition compared to other students and it was of little hindrance to pull off either by pulling down the woman's legs or up and over her shoulders. Or the creature could simply tear off the strip of fabric.

Rubbing and tugging on the tight fitting shirt caused the soft fabric to press against Vera's large breasts. The shirt was tugged into her shorts though it was easy enough to slither tendrils under the waistband or enter from along the woman's silky smooth thighs. The collar of her shirt made it easy to get underneath the garment and feel the sports bra she wore along with feeling the panties she wore under her shorts. The Head Girl's struggles grew as the monster continued to study and explore her vulnerable form.

Responding to the girl's skilled motions as she continued to struggle - actually making a little bit of headway without him knowing, he began to undress her. Not ripping her clothes off right away, but utilizing her own struggles to wriggle her out of her sports outfit. The first thing to go were her cute shorts, cut just right to show off her eye-catching, healthy legs. A pair of narrow tendrils wormed in under her shirt, groping her hand-filling tits as she continued to moan. As the slow, thick drip of fluid into her mouth slowly changed its taste and texture, going from grainy and oily to sweet and smooth, he continued to strip her nude slowly and surely, taking care not to force her to pull a tendon with her struggling.

When the third pair of tentacles made their way into her shirt, he began to tug on the underside of her top, carefully peeling off her shirt to reveal her sports bra. This one would be a bit of a challenge - and he dug into it with gusto, carefully checking for a way to get inside it and loosen it up. This girl's outfit was like a toy puzzlebox back home, and he relished the mental simulation of having to carefully take apart this new barrier that held back her bosom. Sure, he could just rip it off and get right to it - but he had no plans for that. No, if possible, he would make this encounter last quite a while.

The change in the fluid's taste only concerned the Head Girl more. If this creature could change its taste, what else could it be doing to her? It would not be the first time an alien guest used strange concoctions to drug and subdue her. Not that the monster needed the additional aid. Tendrils were peeling off her shorts and already working on removing her shirt. The alien guest seemed unwilling to tear her gym clothes, taking its time unwrapping its prize. Sparing the uniform mattered little. The uniforms were easily replaced and Vera had no real attachment to the cloth in the first place. One way or another, she was going to need a shower after this and clothes would be the least of her worries.

The tendrils holding her limbs would be in the way of removing the t-shirt. But, there was nothing stopping the alien guest from pull the white fabric up, revealing the large breasts held in check by her bra. The slimy appendages slid around both heaving orbs. "Mph!" Squeezing them caused them to thrust outwards, straining against the tight fitting garment. Wild tingling sensations rippled through the firm mounds. Vera shook her head, her long silver hair flailing as she tried to wiggle free. The woman kept trying to spit out the tendril feeding her the strange fluid.

Alone with majority of students attending their classes, there was no one coming to help. Though she had not seen the creature's full body, she assumed it was more than what a bunch of female students could handle. If she could get her lips free, she could try to cast a spell. But, the makeshift gag was not going anywhere. The creature did not seem to be struggling, content to feel the curves of the Asian woman's gorgeous form. The tips of the vile tentacles continued to leave a trail of pulsing pleasure as others continued to hold her aloft.

Vera's struggles grew weaker. The illusion of breaking free made her work harder and tire faster. Straining her body against the tight bonds only added to her fatigue and burning muscles. Her body relaxed only to tense again as the tendrils continued to caress her breasts and stroke her long legs. She strained again only to tire faster than before. Sharp breaths entered and left her noise. Her pulse throbbed rapidly beneath the groping tendrils. Her limbs felt heavy, weakly kicking but doing little else as she hung heavily in the air before the creature.

Between having her struggle like this after her workout, and keeping her constantly working to extricate herself compounded her rapidly rising fatigue and she was forced to focus on breathing so as not to get pulled down into the abyss of unconsciousness. Thankfully, the things sealing her mouth shut left her nostrils clear so she could draw in precious air.

The oozing liquid continued to drip down her throat in slow, tingling rivulets, causing her throat muscles to slowly relax as it drew a path into her insides - leaving her throat feeling slightly numb. With the third serving swallowed, the things holding her jaw shut eased off, letting her spit out the thing now that her teeth were no longer anchored into the divots that her teeth had managed to score on the tough hide of the tentacle, leaving her mouth free after what seemed to be hour after hour of having to let that liquid drip into her.

In a display of multi-layered coordination, the things coiling around her arms moved ever so slightly, the motions reminding her of a wave on the shore to let it peel away her shirt fully while the smaller tendrils continued to inspect her sports bra with an unnatural mix of eagerness and patience. Finding the straps behind, they began to manipulate the velcro, peeling apart the bits that held her sports bra together. Her ample breasts bounced a little as the last layer of fabric covering her chest was peeled away from her, leaving her in just her panties. The air felt different, warmer - and the slick tentacles now groping her bare breasts picked up the pace.

Muffled whimpers left the woman as she tried to get the tentacle out of her mouth and throat. The fluid continued to feed into her throat, forcing her to either swallow or choke. Her throat and trembling body slowly relaxed as she was fed more of the strange concoction. Once fed copious amounts, the tendril pulled out. "Ahh!" Vera gasped, coughing weakly as her mouth hung slightly open. The mix of fatigue and whatever that fluid was, the Head Girl seemed thoroughly subdued.

"Uhhnn... St-Stahp..." Words of protest were difficult with a slightly numb mouth and throat. Vera's words were ignored. Her limp form provided no resistance as tentacles repositioned while peeling off her shirt. Her bra came off shortly after, allowing the mountainous globes to bounce free. Her skin glistened with sweat and slick fluids. The air felt so hot now as the warm tendrils continued to molest her nearly nude body. She could barely squirm now as tendrils slid across her heavy mounds. Nipples stood proudly, pulsing with her heartbeat. She could not control the pleasure she was forced to experience. Breasts firmed and swelled the more those tendrils rubbed and squeezed them.

Breaths left Vera's parted lips, shuddering with each inhale as soft moans joined her exhales. Toes curled as the monster continued to focus on her chest. These vile aliens knew what made their bodies tick. Her breasts were so tender and vulnerable. Every stroke brought more hot blood engorging the sensitive cells, making further strokes all the more stimulating. Fingers twitched, her numb limbs feeling so far away now. All she could feel was those hot tendrils caressing her sensitive body.

Taking the time to analyze her motions and being patient had paid off. Of course, she was exhausted now - meaning that he had to make sure she didn't strangle herself on his lengths. The hiss of cool air being pumped out from fleshy gills, and an unreal, distant chirp that reminded her of a bird's distorted call met her ears as she drew in air that felt richer, fuller. The sensations reminded her of drawing a refreshing breath of oxygen rich air from an oxygen tank. The things exploring her tits eased off slightly, leaving trails of that odd, tingling liquid that left her with notable lines of numbness that slowly seemed to fade away, replaced with her sense of touch slowly picking up.

Now that she had mostly stopped thrashing, he directed his attention to her panties. A delicate, yet girlish affair, it must have taken a master of weaving to get those floral patterns just right. As much as he would have liked to borrow these for further investigation, he would have to make do with taking a few full-angle shots of this beautiful little thing later. With that in mind, he set her panties down on the handle of the machine she had been using, then continued to play with her body, easing off whenever her pleasure centers spiked. When her nipples slowly peaked in response to his slow, yet eager exploration of her bosom, a slow, tendril-lined tentacle casually brushed across her offered nipples just once, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body, while smaller - almost fingerlike tentacles clustered around her exposed nethers, giving her the uncomfortable mental image of a crowd of curious things jostling at each other to get a closer look as the pleasure coursing through her body lent a certain moistness to her depths as the distorted chirps continued, sounding further and further away with each moment...

"Nngh! Mgh!"

The creature made strange chirping sounds as Vera felt cool air against her face. She could not see anything, a tentacle still covering her eyes and holding her head. There was no noticeable scent with the cool air and breathing it in cleared her head some. The cool breeze washed over her glistening tits, the cool sensation soaking into the heated flesh while tendrils continued to stroke and smear more fluid over the exposed mounds.

"Ngh! Stop it!" The Head Girl kicked her legs when she felt tendrils pulling down her panties. But, the creature was in control and soon, the last of her garments were removed. "Ahhnn!" Numbness passed and was replaced with heightened sensations as countless fine tendrils dragged across her erect teat. It felt like threads tickling her puffy areolae, causing it to tingle and ache as more hot blood was brought to the surface. The touch left as quickly as it came though, leaving the swollen nub aching in the cool air.

"N-No!" The woman cried out when unseen tendrils closed in on her exposed netherlips. The chirping continued though Vera was too distracted to notice them sounding further and further away. The Head Girl tried to close her thighs though the tentacles were easily holding them apart. The tendrils touched and teased her netherlips like several fingertips. Each stroked caused those flushed lips to twitch and shiver. Pleasure seemed to ripple up and down the woman's passage. Why did it feel so good? Vera gasped and bit down on her lip to try and stifle her sounds. The curious teasing cause juices to trickle lightly out of the now itching entrance. The insanity made her squirm uncomfortably but no amount of struggling seemed to hinder or deter the vile appendages. More juices would flow as her netherlips began to part slightly, exposing more of her sensitive petals to the exploring appendages. Heat flushed Vera's cheeks as she panted softly. Her head shook side to side, trying to endure the assault while the chirps kept sounding inside her ears.