“Master? Peh!” I try to move but fail, hesitating as those four tentacles are launched at me. I do not possess extraordinary skills, save for seeing into alternate dimensions that bordered my own and knew that this was how it would end. Even all those years ago I never made it easy, not at first. Perhaps the last few years with Armand away from Kyo had pampered me to the point that I had reason to fight.

Then again I had felt that my life was in danger too. Teresa was killed but it may have delighted in tormenting her nightly and all this could be it's sick version of foreplay. I still struggled against those tentacles though it had a better hold now and had not seemed so distracted.

“Do your worse!” I spat as it approached. If it had been there when I was with Teresa it already knew that I had experienced a great many things, abuses that I need not repeat. I glared at it as it approached me.

The demon almost laughed as she denied his superiority over her. The tentacles slid rapidly around her slender wrists and ankles coiling securely around each before traveling a small ways up her forearms and calves with those velvet like cords.

She taunted him to do his worse, and spat at his approach. He approached and stared down at her defiant form. He knew from eavesdropping on Teresa and Midori's conversation that she had been through a lot. Physical abuse and rape had been her past. From what he gathered she had even accepting used it in the past. She had suffered and she took that suffering as a badge of sort it seemed. She didn't let it define who she was, but the surviving defined her more accurately. He had been thinking over what made her tick that he had been able to gather in the short time watching her and wondered what would break her spirit more than anything else.

He believed he had the answer to that riddle, but he would find out. Do my worst? I believe in always doing my best Midori. He says taunting her. Look at how even now you fight and struggle after having been beaten. You are mine to do with as I please.

He laughs as she still tries to fight the wrapping tentacles. When that cruel laugh ends, he slams the tentacles holding her wrists back against the wall at her back, pinning her arms straight at the elbow, and spread out in a "V" shape. Her chest not overly endowed with her nice B cups is forced a little forward as she struggles.

He had learned from her previous tricks, and he secures her ankles and calves keeping her kneeling. Overhead he moves his bulbous tail into place over her dark silky crown. It would be hard not to notice from her position.

What if my worst is simply making you fight yourself? Can you master yourself? Can you stop yourself from begging me from taking what I want?

“Yeah, well it's not as if I loss anything by trying!” Resistance may have been doing me little good though submission did no good as far as I could tell I was fucked either way and struggled against the grip upon me as my head cleared a bit. My jaw and one side of my face throbbed feeling swollen from the recent blow and my back ached. Fighting to get free was pointless at this stage and before my eyes I could only see the crack in the ceiling recounting the sound I had heard on a nightly basis though I could only assume that Teresa had been out and no one was going to come to my assistance any way like the knight's in the fairy tales I read that swept in to save the Princess from the Dragon, I was no Princess after all. No maiden, even though I was in more distress then any of them.

It had moved my fingers prying them apart so I was unable to dig them into those tentacles as it slammed my arms back against the wall. “UN!” A dull throb raced through my arms and my legs had still been pinned down as that large tail hovered into place.

What the fuck was it talking about? I could surmise that the tail used that slime I had recorded earlier, I had seen it do something to Teresa with that tail to her and could only guess fairly well at what it did. My vision narrowed at it.

“So this is what you guys do? Cross over and plague students! Why?!” My heart was pumping in my chest though, I had seen it in video and in person and yet this was all surreal, all beyond belief in a way.

I had never surmised that these things could be sentient and that was surprising to me.

The demon smiled as she realized she was beaten. Although her video and first hand account gave her some idea of what to expect, he guessed she probably had never guessed something similar would ever happen to her. A monster coming to life and coming after her, it was something straight out of a horror movie.

Cross over? How little you truly know. As for the why I'm here, and why I do what I do? Let's just say it's because I want to and I can. Believe it or not its for your own good. Things are the way they are and you better come to accept it. The faster you do, the easier it will be on you. What did you gain by fighting me? A sore jaw, and some satisfaction with yourself? Was it worth it? Was pissing me off in your best interests? Don't tell me now, tell me later... the demon trails off with a cruel smile.

Overhead the tail lined up over the crown of her head. A bulging wave seemed to move through the long thick appendage. When the shaking seemed to reach the head of the tail, the two thick lips began to open wide and out of it a thick glob of green gooey slime began to form and descend. The blob itself was a ball maybe six inches in diameter strung from above by more of the goo. It moved slowly through the air like pouring honey descending maybe a couple inches a second. He liked to keep the tail high up above his prey so they could see their impending fate, yet do nothing to avoid, a pretty apt metaphor for the fate of the students on the island.

Even moving as slowly as it did she would have no more than half a minute before the stream of green ooze reach they crown of her silky black hair.

It was worth it, to deny him the satisfaction but he wished to have me hold my answer. That throbbing jaw may be with me for days, it may make it hard to eat but yeah, it was worth it if nothing good came out of it …

“That's some motivation there champ, because you can? I could go running around killing babies because I can ...” I shook my head though I did not think I was going to get an acceptable answer regardless of what it was.

But there was more here, at least he hinted at her reasons being wrong not that they or any other theories mattered right now. I might not be able to consider it later as I had hoped but one thing at a time as I could see the bulge in that arching tail. It reminded me of a scorpion's tail with it curled up over his head, minus the stinger but it appeared I was about to get a shower deducing from what I had recorded.

And yet this seemed a bit surreal as if I were watching a movie rather having a starring role in it. “Great! Do you know how long it took me to do this hair?” I try to sound as if this were an every day thing. It wasn't. Truth was this was my first third encounter of the close kind and I was scare as hell right about now recounting that video that remained hidden just a few feet from me.

Slime oozed over the crown of my head, a cool thick syrup like slime though I was unaware what it would do at it's approach though sure that it was all bad …

My limbs began to lock up and the muscles of my face tighten into a scowl at him as I can feel a tingle come over my limbs as they quickly become inert. It was as if the I had been injected with Novocaine though this was more potent and acted faster. “What? What are you doing!”

I could still speak though my tongue felt a little numb and breathing was fine, this was some muscle relaxant and not a paralytic agent I surmise and yet in a short few seconds it was going to get worse ...

She seemed aggravated that his answer did little to alleviate her ignorance on the island's true purpose. Let's say then that this island is a paradise, not for you, but in reality for me. A buffet if
you will and today you are the featured dish, the main course for consumption. He smiles as he lets that thought sink in. He wondered if she thought he would actually consume her flesh?

As the slime closed in she cracked a joke. He smiled as he knew the jokes would soon be replaced by need, desire, and perhaps a helping of fear. There was no point in lying about the effects of the slime or pretending it would melt her into a puddle as she had seen the video, so instead he taunted her.

You do have lovely long black hair, I think green will suit you better today though. It should match your eyes! I hope you prefer vile, and sticky over silky soft? As he finished the goo landed and her sliming truly began. The thick honey like goo collected on her crown and oozed down around her head in an air cooled flow of syrupy grossness. The cool sticky wetness in her hair would certainly be a unique experience for her he was sure. Yet the drugs effects would replace the revulsion with fear as one who seemed to value control so much was rendered helpless before the scary demon.

What I'm doing if sliming your lovely hair my dear. What did you think was happening? He sarcastically responded knowing full well she was referring to the drug beginning to enter her system. Before long, her long black hair was coated in the green slime as was her lovely, sore face, and her school approved top as well. He finally ended the stream of ooze and uncoiled the tentacles binding her limbs as she slumps back against the wall.

Oh Midori, look at the mess you've made. Your shirt and hair are completely ruined. Let's get that filthy shirt off so we can get it cleaned shall we?

That was certainly in the realm of possibilities. Being eaten and while I had heard nothing of girls disappearing I did not wish to be the first said rumor. I was fairly new too so there was a good chance I had not been around long enough to hear of these tails. Teresa was still alive though that was a good sign that I would live through this I did not know his motivations. Perhaps some it killed and some it tormented so it had done little to speculate as alarming as that fact was. I found my muscles were to heavy to do anything about altering that state though at least one muscle still worked, more than one as I was still blinking albeit slowly.

I had felt like retorting that my eyes weren't really green, look closer dickhead, but he knew this already, he was there in that dorm room all the while. Just as he knew that those were the only four copies, well there were three with his deeds in total the other was just my school work. But yeah, the green slime would match my hazel eyes as I felt it sliding into my hair making a gooey, sticky mess of me.

“Err ...” I growled at his answer, the slime flowing into my face forcing me to close my eyes though I could not erase the memory that had been burned into my mind already. “Well, at least I won't have to see your ugly mug ...”

I didn't cause this mess! He did! But my anger and bitterness subsided a little as I could feel the onset of that chemical, my nipples growing hard, my nether lips puffy and full as I could feel the flow of arousal through them. I slumped back against the wall, it was frightening not seeing what was going on, perhaps even more so then looking as at least I could tell what was going on.

The demon smiled as he top half was thorough coated, and the drugs went to work. With the relaxant setting in at full strength he knew that the aphrodisiacs would be kicking in at full strength in no time. It was a cruel combination, sense of touch heightened to unbelievable levels, arousal simply unimaginable, need to be pleasured the only thing in the world to end that burning desire, yet unable to do a damned thing about it.

The slime flow over her head ended the the goo seeped down leaving her a sticky mess in her hair, while against her skin it would simply feel slick and disgusting. Leaning forward, for what I have planned, seeing me will be the least of your worries. How do you feel?

He waits a moment for her answer, then leans forward and grabs her shirt collar in both sharp clawed hands and rips open the front popping all the buttons free. Slime dripping from her face begins dripping over her now exposed chest in cool rivulets. Those sharp claws the slip under the straps of her bra and quickly cut the straps with but a quick stroke, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room.

Noticing the hardened nipples on her modest sized breasts, Seems you are coming along nicely Midori. You'll change your tune soon... he says, trailing off into a sick laugh.

It was as if I had been drunk and immediately sobered up in response to some sudden tragedy. I was wide awake now with what was going on and I could feel the wall at my back sharper than normal as if my sense of touch had been sharper.

He told me that I wouldn't need my eyes though I could hear a small whimper leave my lips as my shirt was torn off me. Oh, I had a pretty good idea where this was going and could feel that stinging sensation sharper than I thought it would be though it still did not truly hurt, it was just uncomfortable.

Slime met my chest and shoulders though and as it moved the feeling seemed heavier, I could feel it better as my bra was torn in a similar fashion exposing my chest to him, the aroused nipples that stood at attention even with the stinging sensation that moved through my shoulders as the white cotton bra was torn away equaled the sting I had felt with the sharp removal of my shirt though I did not understand why it was asking about my state of being, not thinking that it would care. If I could move my limbs I would have flipped him off and while my brain sent the signal to my arm and finger there was no response.

“W-What's it m-matter to you!” The muscles about my mouth felt tight but still moved, was that how I sounded now? My voice had not sounded as harsh as I intended it to be though I could feel the additional effects of that slime as the few muscles of my face contorted feeling my passage tighten and clench around nothing as a hunger began to build up inside me. Oh, God … I gasped fighting this feeling that came over me, tingled my skin …

“Fucking eat me already!” I gasped again at the end of it but from that video I had the sense that it was one that played with it's food.

The demon smiled as she answered the question. She had put up a fight, inflicted pain, even though it was very minor, and caused him to be violent. All those things pissed him off on top of her rudeness. Considering her situation and what the demon intended, not that she knew what that was, he intended to make her suffer as he broke her to his will.

Oh it doesn't matter to me. Your fate was sealed the moment you were slimed. I was just helping you realize your situation with that question.

The demon watched her bare modest chest rising and falling. His large clawed hands drew those sharp nails and finger tips over her exposed chest smearing some of the slick slime as he went. He pressed hard but not enough so to break her skin. It was meant as a clear demonstration of her heightened sense of touch, as well as her inability to lift a finger to stop him.

Eat you? Maybe I will, but for now I'm enjoying myself. How does that feel my slimy little pet?

By now the demon new her need would be coursing strongly through her, her desire unimaginable, and he still wanted to make her suffer further.

The cool slime against me felt as cold as an ice cube now keeping my nipples puckered as I struggled to lift a finger in further resistance but nothing, not even a twitch … my eyes narrowed upon it as it explained matters to me and I had to grit my teeth against the shivering sensation that it invokes with the passage of those claws.

It is hard to believe that they are not cutting as their passage feel like scalpels sweeping over them at that hard touch. I could not see with that blanket of slime over my face covered with the flush brought on by that blush.

It knows how effective that slime is and the damn thing is so smug about it. Given Teresa's reactions to it I surmise that it does only the one thing and is not variable from person to person … strike that, three things. It was some sort of muscle relaxant, an aphrodisiac and enhanced touch as far as I could tell unless it was actually carving me up.

I quivered it response. “YOU KNOW DAMN WELL!” Eat me, I couldn't do a thing about it though I prayed that he got indigestion, my final parting gift to it.

The demon heard her scream and chuckled giving each breast a light slap, You are right, I do know what I'm capable of. Do you know what your capable of though? I think it's about time we find out. His hands leave her pert breasts and slide around her waist hoisting her limp from easily over his broad shoulder. He moves to the bed he had originally hid the discs under. As he carries her the remainder of the shirt fall from her limps form as slime drips from her long black hair down to the floor marking her passage.

As they reach the bed Slimer unceremoniously rolls her half naked form onto the edge of the bed. She ends up face down on the previously clean sheets, her lower half hanging over the edge of the bed, her knees resting on the carpet. He tilts her gooey head to the side, finally wiping her face clear making sure her breathing is fine.


The demon steps back admiring his handiwork and the view. Naked from the waist up her sensitive nipple and breasts press into the cover. Her long black hair coated in the drug laced slime rests coolly on her bare back. The position leaves the ultra short skirt barely covering her ass and flashes her panties clearly into view.

I think you are ready now. If you couldn't tell you should be feeling thing ls much more intensely now, and you might be feeling a need for something else. If you apologize for being a bitch and promise to be my good pet, I might even give you what you want. The demon continues taunting the helpless and horny Asian woman. He has figured out her rebellious and feisty nature, and knows it would be a snowball's chance in hell of happening, but he was all about second chances.

“Ungh!” The slap hurt me sending an ache though my breast as if it used more force though that pain was just sharp enough to really sting. I could hear the wet sound as it struck some slime. “Capable of?” I was hoisted and had a pretty good idea as to what it meant. At first I had thought that it was noting a special ability on my part though I had none save for seeing into other dimensions that bordered my own.

I was dumped face down feeling that burning need race through me. The sheets pressed into my face and breasts forcing a gasp from my lips and soon my face had been wiped clear. The impact of the fall had been hurt my knees and chest more than it should have and it was speaking again, expecting an answer.

I snorted. “You're probably terrible at it!” Not that it mattered, my body was screaming at me in defiance of my bitter tongue.

Midori laid face down on the edge of the bed, backside hanging over the edge and in response to his question she still gets feisty. Still rude and defiant. I applaud you. Defeated and at my mercy, you still wag your vicious tongue. Apparently your bravery exceeds your intelligence. Yet you will learn some manners.

*Smack* His hand descends open palmed onto her backside. She still wore her underwear so the impact was absorbed slightly. Yet with her heightened sensations, that sting would be unimaginable. Oh these panties are in the way, he says with an evil grin. Reaching forward, he slides two fingers into the side bands and tugs them down to her knees on the carpet. He lifts one foot at a time and removes them before placing them on the bed near her face where she can see them. The implications of her vulnerability made clear.

That's much better. The demon looks down at her shapely small rear and exposed sex. Left in just her skimpy ultra short school skirt, that hand descends again, this time on her bare bottom. *smack*

Defiant until the end. A tough choice to choose the stick over the carrot, the demon says with a chuckle at his pun.

He removes his loin cloth, placing that in clear view of her vision on the bed as well. Rubbing her slippery back a moment he gathers up some of the slime and strokes it over his rapidly hardening cock.

Perhaps you are right though? Maybe I'm just terrible at it. He slides those slime covered fingers up and down a couple times over her puffy lower lips in a brief tease. I mean I even forget which hole is which. Just terrible... And with that he aligns the tips with the puckered entrance of her backdoor as he kneels behind her. The mushroom tip slides forward between her rear cheeks until the tip rests softly against that exit.

“Eh!” A sharp cry leaves my lips given the slap to my backside. Though I cannot see it feels as if the skin would have reddened had it not been for the very slight cushion of my panties. The force of the blow forces me forward a little then back against the bed sheets my chest aching at that movement feeling as if it were going to explode.

I could feel the keen movements of my panties down my legs, he did not tare those off as he did the shirt and bra and leaving them in sight made it clear of my vulnerability, exposed fully just in my skirt and socks.

It strikes me again … “UNG!!!” The carrot and the cart, it's familiar with that term. The loin cloth comes next making it very clear of it's intentions. That slight rubbing motion feels good though I am not going to admit that. Yet it seems more amused at my continued defiance probably knowing full well my tender sex was boiling over, the dampness of those panties making that clear.

I can feel him getting ready to violate me, that tip deliberately going to the wrong hole, the other feeling neglected and hungry, famished in fact. She had been taken back there before, it tended to hurt more though butterflies dance in my stomach as I brace for the worse.

This was going to hurt worse even then the past given the intensity of that slime.

“Wrong hole! Guess again,” I bit back an insult, barely able to do so though whether or not it made much of a difference I was yet to find out.