Vera walked in the cold unfeeling existence she was forced to experience. She barely noticed the elevator doors opening. But when the doors slid shut behind, the silver haired woman's world exploded in colorful flame. Whisperer exit her body, filling the confined space with its presence. Tendrils quickly surrounded and closed in on all sides. The woman cried out in alarm as all the sensations hit her at once. Unfortunately, none could hear her cries in the elevator not that anyone else could do anything to help her.

The tendrils passed through her uniform as if it were not there. She was held just off the floor, giving the woman no means of leverage to move much less free herself. "L-Let go of me!" Legs kicked and arms tried to jerk free of the spiritual limbs. She could not see anything beyond the colorful array of flames, unaware that she was being carried to her room and through the very door she had a key to.

The vile appendages felt her lovely form, fondling every inch of her being only to suddenly pause for some reason. Vera gritted her teeth. It was now or never. She had no clue what was happening but it was moment where she could act and control her body still. Spidery words of magic poured from the Head Girl's lips. She attempted to channel her mana into a spell. The woman had no clue if anything could work on this being. She had to try something at least before this monster decides to continue where it paused. The inhibitors would reduce the power of her spell significantly, limiting Vera's options further. She tried to channel dark mana to try and smother the colored flames in inky black shadows.

Distracted as Whisperer was, he was taken off guard by Vera's spell. Normally, he could have reacted almost instantly as soon as she even thought to attack. In this case, however, his preoccupation wasn't pierced until she had started to speak. He had learned of her magical abilities during his time in her mind, though he hadn't been especially concerned - not given the island's dampening effect on such powers in humans. Still, he reacted by blasting her mind with psychic static, attemting to disrupt her concentration . . . too late!

Whisperer's psychic blast struck Vera just as she finished focusing her mana. The two mystic forces collided headlong, causing a small spiritual shockwave that blasted them both. Vera was pushed back toward the still locked door behind her, while Whisperer . . . fared worse.

Normally the school's inhibitors would have blunted Vera's spell to at most a minor inconvenience, but in this case the effect that struck Whisperer was amplified many times by the shockwave. Thus, though Vera experienced but a 'minor' physical force akin to being shoved back by another human, the consequences for Whisperer were more dramatic. As a being of pure spirit, magic was one of the few things that could truly harm him. Further Vera's chosen method of attack closely resembled the one other thing that constantly drained at him - the Void.

Whisperer's flames were blasted with shards of shadow so dark they seemed to devour the light in the room. Though the flames were a psychic manifestation nomally immune to being dowsed, magic tended to bend such rules. In addition they were connected to his underlying essence, and the Void-dark shadows ate away at that like powerful acid. So, under the assault, Whisperer's flames appeared to flicker, pale, wither and die. The fiery phantom's tendrils were quickly eaten away by the advancing darkness. Soon, only a small knot of flame remained, hovering in the air above were Vera had recently been held captive. Then, that too began to fade.

Whisperer let loose a psychic scream of anguish and pain as he felt his existence ebbing away. The power of the Void reached out to claim him at last. There was pain . . . then darkness . . . then nothing. He was gone.

Except:

As the last pale flame of Whisperer's manifestation neared extinction, something changed. As the vestige of his essence neared oblivion, it reacted to the power directed at it. As with other psychic and spiritual energies it captured from the living, it began to mirror that power. It took the darkness, the essence of the Void, and made it its own. That last flame turned black and flared, absorbing the attacking shards. It grew darker and darker until it began to consume the remaining light in the room. The dark flame spread, churning into a writhing icy inferno in the center of the chamber. All was reduced to darkness. The only thing still discernable was the all-consuming flame, a deeper and more profoud blackness than the void between stars.

Aggression. Anger. Hate. All those parts of Whisperer's personality that had whithered since Tempest's departure blossomed again as his essence twisted and grew. He was Rage. He was Destruction. He had become a personification of the Void. And in his new incarnation, he found a new voice:

I EXIST! The Thing that had been known as Whisperer declared, its psychic voice hissing and roaring like a raging fire. Such a fool was I to fear the Void! It is not oblivion, it is power! Then it focused its attention on Vera, the mere act of which tugged at her mind and soul.

You, girl, have freed me from fear and cowardice, its ice-fire voice rumbled in her mind. You are to be rewarded . . . WITH PAIN! It lashed out at Vera with a black-flame tendril, attemting to capture her legs in its icy grip.

Shokushu's inhibitors ensured even the most gifted students of the magical arts could not stop an alien guest from having their way. Even Head Girls were affected by this restriction. NICE labs has provided Vera with all the magical resources they could provide, ensuring the silver haired woman could continue her studies indefinitely. Many tests were prepared to see if she had found ways around the inhibitors limitations. If so, NICE would add improvements to ensure the students never stumble upon these loopholes.

This forced Vera to be very careful and efficient with what little power the inhibitors allowed her to have. But even then, she had not expected the reaction she received. The darkness ate away at the flames rapidly. Before she could even stop the spell, it seemed like the being was about to be completely eliminated. If this was an actual guest of the island, its destruction could lead to problems to say the least.

The concern ended up not being warranted as the flame suddenly burst forth though it lacked the prismatic array of colors it had before. The growing black flame devoured Vera's spell and hissed with venomous hatred. The woman winced as she had to deal with this new mental pressure. It was not pleased with what has happened and immediately went on the attack with lashing tendrils of burning darkness.

"Ahhnn!" Vera leaped backwards but was not fast enough. Her body fell backwards as her legs were bound in black tendrils that felt like ice against her bare skin. "Kh... Let go of me!" The Head Girl extended her hands towards the mass of flame. If darkness brought about this, all that left was light magicks. The Head Girl would attempt to channel a light spell and illuminate this mass of darkness. She put all she had into the spell as it did not seem this vile monster was going to give her another chance.

Vera's desperate gamble had some merit. Theoretically, the same mechanism that had caused Whisperer to mimic her darkness spell could cause the Void creature to react similarly to light. But, without the recurrence of the spiritual shockwave, she didn't have the power. Further, the dark creature had become infused with the essence of the Void. And the Void was HUNGRY.

Whereas Whisperer had earlier tried to disrupt Vera's attack psychically, his dark incarnation welcomed it; relished it! Its black flames flared and darkened even further as the young magician's spell was cast. The light she summoned was quickly and utterly consumed by the umbral monster. Impossibly, it's fiery essence grew even darker. The Thing laughed at her, its voice hissing in her mind like burning ice.

So defiant! The abomination chided as it sent another tendril to capture Vera's outstreched arms even as it hoisted her into the air by her lovely legs. Once secured, it pulled her body taut between the two dark-fire appendages, hanging upside down in the air. I'll soon beat that out of you!

The Beast formed a new tendril: a thin ribbon of void flame whipped through the darkened room at the helpless girl, snapping back just short of her abdomen. Then it twisted her around so that her back was exposed to the lash.

The light did not seem to illuminate anything. Instead, it was hungrily devoured by the black mass. The creature seemed amused by the attempt. Pain rippled through Vera's mind as she heard the thing's voice. There was no time to put forth any further resistance as the creature immediately lashed out to wrap around the Head Girl's arms. Icy hot pain shocked her limbs as she was yanked off the floor and held upside down. Her short skirt was pulled up by gravity, revealing her lacy white panties. The sensation of the black flames continued to spark pain as she tugged against her bonds.

The being was completely formless. Appendages lashed, snapping like whips as if giving a taste of what would be coming in just a moment. Vera winced as the whip snapped back just short striking her torso. Instead, she was turned around and the tendril lashed across her back. It bit into her back, seemingly passing through her clothing with no hindrance at all. "Aauugghh!" Hot pain joined the icy numbness the black flames seemed to bring. "St-Stop!" She cried out, "Stop it! Let me go!"

Unfortunately, it did not seem this creature was any where close to being finished with the Head Girl.

But we've only just begun, The dark monster affirmed Vera's unspoken asumption. It worked the lash across her back again as emphasis, slashing from lower right flank to left shoulder. Though her clothes were no barrier to the thin tendril, the creature chose not to ignore them this time. The whip cosumed the fabric it passed though, disintegrating it entirely.

Besides, when you make demands like that, the creature whipped Vera again, this time from right shoulder to left flank, forming a neat 'X' across her back, and disintegrating more of her clothes. It makes me want to hurt you all the more. The ice-fire whip struck again, traversing her spine from shoulders to tailbone. It split her inverted skirt in the process, sending the tattered garment slithering to the floor.

Each strike of the whip not only wracked Vera's body, but also tugged at her soul. The Void wanted to consume her utterly, the way it did her clothes, but was limited by the nature of Whisperer's essence. It could not absorb the energy of Vera's living body; only mirror her reactions. Thus the pain of each stroke refracted though the Head Girl and returned to the monster as a pale reflection. And that pain was welcomed - it was better than the utter numbness of the endless Void. Any sensation was better and helped to assuage the creature's rage.

The Umbral spirit lashed Vera again and again: five . . . eight . . . ten times. Each strike destroyed more of the back of her uniform. Each strike battered at her body and mind. Each strike returned pain to the monster and it's hate dimished slightly. The darkness of its flames also diminished marginally.

The blows continued to rain down on Vera's helpless body. Long silver hair pooled onto the floor as she remained hanging upside down in the monster's grasp. Throbbing agony pierced her back and psyche. Tattered remains uniform and undergarments fluttered onto the floor. Juicy breasts hung and bounced freely though the creature seemed more interested in painting the woman's back with its lashes.

Red welts pulsed with hot pain as more strikes joined the molten torment that wracked the woman's body and soul. "Aaaiiieeee!" Vera could not contain her screams of pain. Limbs struggled but the tendrils did not loosen their icy grip. Her struggles grew weaker as every blow sapped her strength and mental willpower. Every thought was scrambled by another searing spike of pain stabbing into her flesh and mind. What mental defenses she had left was being crushed and demolished by this relentless tendrils. Her body jolted and twitched with every strike. Vera tried to endure but her mind was forced to focus and experience the pain inflicted upon her.

"Ahh... Hah... A-Ahh..." Vera could not muster any coherent words as her mind was still reeling in agony. She hung, trembling in her bonds as tears wet her eyes and mouth hung open in breathless gasps. Her body glistened with sweat as her eyes fluttered and would lose focus here and there. Her once smooth skin was painted with red marks from the numerous blows. Every beat of her heart sent agonizing reminder throughout her back of the tortures inflicted upon her.

The dark monster sensed Vera's will crumbling under its assault. It ceased lashing her back and slowly tilted her upright, facing toward its swirling mass of radiant-dark flames. It released its grip on the girl's legs, using that tendril to destroy her shoes and socks, then proceeding to strip away the last vestiges of her uniform. Now nude from head to toe, she was left hanging by her arms, her feet barely able to touch the floor.

The Void beast formed a hand at the end of its free tentacle and used it to take hold of its captive's chin. Its touch was not quite as icy as before. It lifted her face to stare deep into its darkly glowing fiery form.

Sharing your pain is quite refreshing, girl. The creature's flames pulsed in time with its words, its voice sliding into her mind with less bitter hatred than earlier. But there are other sensation we could explore . . . In demostration, it slid cold fingers down her neck and traced her clavicles. Ones you might find less . . . uncomfortable. It dipped its had to palm and squeeze one of her lovely full breasts.

Would you like that? The Umbral Thing continued to caress her breasts with its coldy burning hand while it waited for her to regain coherence enough to form an answer. Its lash continued to twist restlessly nearby, however: a constant reminder of the pain it could continue to inflict.

"Ooohhh..." Vera was slowly rotated upright. Long silver hair stuck to her glistening shoulders and body. She was turned to face her attacker, the dark flames reflecting in her half mast eyes. A cold hand kept her vision lifted, staring into the endless void as it spoke to her. The words poured into her vulnerable mind while unneeded thoughts such as resisting were drawn into the hypnotic flames and purged.

An ice cold hand cupped and squeezed one of the Head Girl's lovely breasts. "Uhhnnn..." The luscious orb pulsed with her rapid heart beat. It was hot compared to the icy grasp of the tendril. The chilling sensation was like countless pins and needles prickling the tender flesh. The constant cold clashed with the intent to heat the woman's body up. But, it was certainly far less painful. Her body reacted, arching her back and pushing her breast into the greedy icy palm. Her erect peak dragged against the vile appendage, sending icy sparks flying inside the tender melon.

"Oohh..." The silver haired woman did not struggle as she sagged in her bonds. The monster's words flowed inside her, echoing in her empty mind. Half mast eyes stared at the smoldering void before her. "Nngh... Wh-What... I... Uhhnn..." Vera weakly shook her head. But her eyes could not leave the burning display before her. Thoughts were plucked away, drawn into the void. Vera tried to comprehend what was happening and respond only to lose her place part way through. All she felt was the monster's words and touch upon her.

Vera may have failed to answer verbally, but her body's response spoke more truth than her consciousness might admit. It was clear she preferred the touch to the whip at any rate. She had certainly become much more pliable and that helped soothe the Dark Monster's anger more. The intensity of its darkness diminished, letting the first hints of normal illumination back into the room.

That's good, girl. Lose yourself in the flames. The Monster's tone was almost civil, lacking most of the acidic hiss of moments earlier. No need to suffer more; just let yourself go and feel. The creature loosened its grip on Vera's arms, steadying the girl on her feet before releasing her limbs. It passed that tendril beneath the curtain of silver hair at the nape of her neck. Its cold touch, no longer biting, helped to soothe some of the pain from her ravaged flesh as it slithered down her back.

The Shade-fire spirit fully enguled Vera's breast with its other tentacle's 'hand.' Its fingers elongated into questing tendrils in their own right, writhing bonelessly over her pale orb's tender flesh. Its palm formed a mouth, the lips of which captured her nipple and sucked gently.

The Creature's lash had gone. In its place, a third tentacle formed; one which displayed a prominantly phallic head. The monster moved the tentacle forward, rubbing the coldly flaming cock against one of Vera's cheeks.

Now open your mouth, girl.

Whether it was from the brutal beating she endured or the strange supernatural effects that came from this alien entity, the Asian woman had become docile and lost in the ever burning black flames. Her trembling slowed, the creature's touch still cold but no longer frigid as it stroked her neck and back. Pain throbbed from her numerous wounds but the cool touch did help ease some of the discomfort.

~Lose yourself... Let yourself go... Feel...~

Arms fell to Vera's sides as she swayed weakly on her feet. The naked woman could only stare helplessly at the smoldering void before her. Thoughts of resistance or any thoughts at all continued to fade into oblivion while its words echoed inside her empty mind. With nothing but its words inside her mind, she obeyed without consideration. Dull eyes glazed over as they continued to stare into the vile display before her. Her mouth hung slightly agape as a thin speckle of drool escaped her softly moaning lips. Thoughts and memories became irrelevant as she lost herself in the void. The aches and pains she felt grew further and further away as new sensations were brought to the front, forcing the enthralled Head Girl to experience what this monster wanted to feast on.

"Uhhnnn..." Barely keeping on her feet, the lovely student arched her back, pushing her aching tits into those greedy tendrils. The cool touch joined the hot blood pumping to her now firming orbs. Nipples ached and pulsed as strange mouths sucked and slurped on the engorged nubs. Thinner tendrils stroked and explored the tender mound, sending wondrous sensations echoing inside her empty mind. Toes curled against the hard floor as soft moans turned from sounds of pain to sounds of pleasure.

The tendril that struck her so many times before returned but as a phallic tentacle instead. The creature's command pounded inside her skull, demanding compliance. There was no hesitation. Vera's lips part, allowing the cool phallus to enter her warm inviting mouth. Cheeks dimpled slightly as the woman began to suck gently, her tongue sliding along the burning length.

A blank mind made for an exceptional medium of experience sharing. Sensations flowed through Vera and reflected back to the dark phantom with great clarity. Its cold touch met and melded with her living warmth and growing arousal exquisitely. The monster's turbulent flames calmed yet more. Sparks of color began to arise and dance within their dark depths. Its touch was no longer truly cold, more like the chill of an early spring morning carrying hints of the warmth to come. Ironically, that meant its Void-dark essence no longer tugged so strongly on its captive's thoughts.

Very good . . . The creature practically purred into Vera's mind, appreciating her attentive mouth. Its cock tendril oozed a slick fluid onto her tongue. Spicy and somewhere between bitter and sweet, its taste was best described as 'mint-like.' The cool ectoplasmic substance warmed quickly in her mouth.

Sensing the girl's struggle to maintain standing, the creature slipped the tentacle from her back down between her legs. It formed a kind of saddle for her to rest on, cool flames pulsing against her inner thighs and the tender area in between. Dozens of small nubs formed beneath Vera's sex, writhing and dancing against her exposed labia.

The tendril attending the young woman's chest split into a plethora of flaming tongues. The long, muscular appendages spread across both her lovely breasts. Lapping and working her tender tit-flesh, they secreted an ectoplasmic residue that warmed as it dissipated. The tongues paid special attention to her nipples, constantly flicking or rubbing one throbbing bud or the other, if not both at once.

The lights in the depths of the Beast brightened as the mutual arousal it felt with its captive grew. They pulsed and sparked, pushing the darkness out away from the core of the burning mass. A kind of tension filled the air. Something momentous was happening, or was about to . . .

"Mph... Ngh..."

Vera sucked and slurped as her body continued to heat up. Wondrous tingles washed over her heaving mounds as countless little tendrils and tongue lapped at them. Warmth throbbed where the strange ectoplasm was left behind. Hips jolt as the tendril she sat on dragged across her sex, sending echos of pleasure up and down her juicy depths. Every nub that flicked across her awakening clitoris sent pure electric bliss shooting through the Head Girl's spine. Her muffled groans hummed over the phallic tendril she sucked on.

Her mind was gradually clearing only to be welcomed by the heated embrace of heated colorful appendages. "Nnngghh..." Vera squirmed only to feel those bumps drag against her sex. Toes curled as she tried to stand, the tendril following and never letting up in its attentions. Hands rose to grab the tendrils attacking her breasts. She tugged on them but lacked the strength to pry the persistent smoldering tendrils from her swollen orbs. Her back arched as those tongues lashed and flicked her diamond hard teats. Eyes fluttered as the sparks of pleasure ignited the butterflies fluttering in her lower belly. This vile monster knew just how to touch her that would stimulate the greatest reactions.

The woman shook her head feebly from side to side, long silver hair swaying from the motions while the tendril did not escape her lips. The creature continued to take pleasure in her throat, feeding her the strange ooze while stimulating the rest of her body. Every lash sent her nipples pulsing and throbbing with erotic delight. Hips jolt as juices drooled onto the sawing appendage. Whether she wanted it or not, the glistening beauty was reacting to this monster's advances, her own climax building and rapidly reaching the breaking point.

The strange color-shifting inferno took little notice of Vera's feeble renewed struggles. It didn't matter. It was too late and she was too weak to escape the monster's clutches. Its assault on her body quickened and intesified as the Dark Monster lost control. It pushed ever on, intoxicated by the shared feeling of its captive's impending release and desperately seeking its own. All the while, it did not notice it was losing ground to the growing burst of colors within.

The creature formed a pair of hands and seized the sides of Vera's head, steadying her mouth for the rapidly accelerating thrusts of its quickly warming fiery cock. The burning member continually oozed ectoplasmic pre-cum down the girl's throat, its psychic nature ensuring her gag reflex remained suppressed.

The tendrils she grabbed at shifted in her grip so that she found herself inadvertantly stroking secondary cocks. They oozed warm, slick pre-cum in her palms, making it virtually impossible for her to get any sort of real grip. The other tendrils were undeterred in their frenzied attack on her swollen orbs. The licking, flicking, rubbing toungues of flame continually spread warming ectoplasmic 'saliva' over those luscious mounds.

The Tentacle between the woman's legs pressed harder against her sex, lifting her higher into the air - and forcing the monster's cock even deeper into her throat. The moving saddle's nubs pressed into Vera's dripping sex, rubbing back and forth more and more urgently.

Then it happened. With a powerful psychic blast of ecstacy, the changing phantom climaxed. Even as it cried out with pleasure, its voice changed, becoming once again like cool whispers (though its bliss was no less evident). The colored flames pulsed again and exploded outward, purging the darkness from its now sparkling mass.

That darkness rushed down and out of the tentacles assaulting Vera. The cock in her throat erupted a torrent of rich dark Void essence, making her swallow a gullet-full before pulling out to shower her face and hair. The tendrils worrying her lovely tits all shifted to cocks and blasted the strange sticky black ooze all over her chest and stomach. Multple streams fountained up against her sex from the nubs of the saddle between her legs. The dark void-cum soon began dripping down her thighs.

The last of Whisperer's dark rage crashed out of the re-awakening ghost - deposited in and on his unfortunate victim. Yet the Void's power was unstable outside Whisperer's spiritual essence, and it quickly began to sublimate. It dissipated even as it oozed down Vera's thoat or dripped from her body. Even as the evaporation of physical matter brings about a dispersal of energy, so the disintegration of spiritual matter produces the opposite effect. The departing fluid left behind an essence of warmth and life that healed the girl's wounds and refreshed her spirit.

Eyelids twitched as the tendril pounded against her tingling throat. Surprisingly, the woman did not choke or gag. Her breathing was hindered some though she was in no real danger. Blacking out or worse would only interrupt the alien being's feast.

The tendrils she held were no longer the ones she had intended to grab in the first place. Her breasts were still being licked and nibbled on while these new tendrils drooled over her weakly gripping hands. Vera gurgled out a shocked squeal and muffled groan when the tendril lifted her off the floor. Her netherlips were parted by the rough tendril as it continued to saw back and forth, leaving the woman writhing helplessly in the air as the erotic assault continued. Juices smeared over the formless appendage. The quivering in Vera's belly grew more and more frantic, melting into that all too familiar molten heat. The liquid metal shot upwards into her very core as she...

"Mmmgggrrrrhhh!"

Vera's fluttering eyes rolled back in their sockets as the orgasm wracked her body. The creature unleashed its own monster spunk, flooding the Head Girl's throat before pulling out and coating her face in the vile goo. The ooze did not last long, seeming to evaporate into nothing as the woman's wounds were rapidly healing. Thoughts and sensations flooded back into the silver haired woman's brain. The clarity was gone in an instant, sundered away in a tidal wave of pure rapture. Hot juices continued to squirt from her climaxing depths as she continued to twitch and spasm in the air.

"Ahhh... Haahh..." The woman gasped and groaned. Reality hit her hard. She was being raped by this alien being. It was an unfortunate norm on this island even for a Head Girl like herself. It did not make the matter any less painful for her though. For now, Vera could not really control her body. Her body continued to jolt with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she remain held by the tendrils. She jerked her hands away from the phallic tendrils that had done their own releases upon her glistening form. The spunk faded quickly, leaving no mess beyond the sweat, exertion, and love juices from Vera herself.

Her jaw clenched in frustration but said nothing as she let herself sag in the bonds once more.