Breathing heavily she lowered the thick branch she was using as a crude Kendo stick, a towel wrapped around one end of it to give her a. grip. Casting her gaze skyward she still had light to work with but had to get back to the campus soon before it grew dark.

There were things out here. Things at the campus even though she had learned more attacks occurred in those isolated moments than with groups. Rebecca needed to be stronger. Needed to beat Siferus. At least if she defeated even one of them she could feel better about her situation and who better than the first?

One thing for certain her cardio had improved, pressing herself harder during these secret training regiments that she placed herself through. She moved about often keeping her techniques secret from the other students as she tended to do. She was the Kendo captain after all. That and she didn't want any of these things to get use to her routine if one happened to be stalking her. Suffice it to say she was exposing herself to more of them but she couldn't worry about that.

More often than not she found herself in the area that she encountered Siferus the first time looking to challenge him again. He had been gone for some time but some of his traps lingered about, unsprung. Would he be back? She hoped so.

Moving to her back she got out a bottle of water, took a long gulp then used a towel to wipe away the sweat on her brow. She was attired in blue shorts and a green tank top seeing that she wasn't in class and it was the weekend after all.

“Right, back to it,” Rebecca said to herself pushing herself hard unaware that she was not alone.

It had been awhile since the demon had prowled these grounds. He had just returned from a meeting in space with an outlaw he had hired to sell some materials that had "fallen off the back of ship." She was a sexy thing, blue skinned, great red hair, and the legs of a ballet dancer. Unfortunately all the flirting was just that, flirting. She left him pent up, and in need of release, and on top of all that she turned down the opportunity to sell the goods. What a damned waste of time.

Grunting, he shrugged a low hanging Branch out of the way with his muscular arms. He had the upper body build of a blacksmith, skin bronzed and flawless. As he ducked under the branch the leaves brushed his short spiky brown hair. He made sure to pull his 2 foot wide tail close to his body and he moved through the woods. He had four legs which made the passage easier to step lithely over fallen logs, and other debris. Unlike a horse or centaur, which had 4 legs all bending in unison, he had a pair up from the resembled normal human legs and bent the same way, and an opposite pair facing the other direction in back. He knees were almost always bent at 90 degrees, leaving muscular thighs and calves that would make most body builders envious. It also allowed him superior stability and speed.

He was heading to the campus from the cave he made his home on Shokushu, to alleviate some of his pent up frustration. The demon had returned to his favorite hunting grounds and today was a day he would not be denied. He was here for one thing alone, to satisfy his carnal desires in every sick way that came to his mind.

As luck would have it, he did not have far to go. As he came to the edge of a clearing, he peered through the bushes at a pleasant sight. A sweaty young vixen was wiping her face with a towel as he stepped though the bushes and trees and drank her appearance in deeply.

Well look what we have here. He moves a few feet away as he speaks, waiting for her to stop wiping her face and to get a better look at her.

The voice had her springing to action. Masculine, either a professor or one of those things. The towel dropping to the ground as she swung around in the direction she heard it. It wasn't Siferus but some other arachnid … no, only four legs but that tail reminded her of scorpions.

Once again she brought the stick up gripping it in two hands as she took a step back though her eyes never left the creature before her.

“Well shit. What better way to cap off a spectacular day.” She made a small step to her left, then another one as if she were going to circle him if not for the jungle being in the way. She was actually calculating odds and coming up with a basic strategy, one that she thought might work.

She getting and ran from the area but her retreat was just a feint. She expected it to give chase, she was actually counting on it. She would wait until it was close, spin and strike at him using whatever speed was generated to best effect. Her biggest problem would be he had some sort of ranged attack she was unaware of. Another problem was getting snared up in one of Siferus' traps. She thought she found them all but in her haste she wasn't being as cautious.

He would expect her to run but maybe not confront him directly. Whether or not she'd be effective was another matter entirely.

As she dropped the towel the demon got a clear view of his prey. Her blue eyes squinted in defiance and she eyed the intruder into her private practice. She had a lovely petite mouth, and was slightly above average height for these female students. Her bare arms were toned, must be do to her stick practice, and her shapely legs appeared as developed. She certainly didn't completely turn to a gibbering mush at his appearance, so she must be aware of monsters and their presence on the island. It also meant she would most likely be aware of his goal, should he be victorious. Oddly enough she seemed pleased at his appearance.

Glad your day has been spectacular. Mine is certainly looking up. Why don't you put down that tiny twig and let's make this day very memorable? If you don't put it down you might get hurt little lady... The demons deep voice is soft and even, hoping she will be kind enough to oblige his request, although he knows it will almost certainly never happen, but hey you can't blame a demon for trying?

She began circling to his side and right when he was about to lunge at her, she spun and ran, her shapely ass pumping her legs quickly.

Run, run little pet, I will catch you...

He sprinted quickly after her as she fled. His four legs propelling him at almost twice her speed. As she reached the edge of the clearing, she surprised him for the second time. With a spinning strike she used the momentum to deliver a resounding blow that cracked off his shoulder. He she been a little taller and been using a real sword there might have been a decapitated demon in those woods.

Instead, Slimer roared in pain mixed with surprised. His roar echoing off into the woods. He paused a moment in shock before attempting to spin around, attempting to slam his extended tail into the back of her legs.

He was quick, not that she had any doubts given the multiple legs. However, retreat hadn't been her plan at all. In her judo practice she used the size and momentum of her opponents against them and she hoped to use that speed against him. She scored a hit that resounded off his shoulder, the stick vibrating in her hands as it hit him. The blow caused the stick to snap near the end losing about a fourth of it's reach.

That roar was satisfying to say the least but she knew better than to dwell on a single success. That tail whipped at her legs far too quickly for her to avoid it or even launch herself upward in an attempt to jump over it.

“Argh!!!” Her thigh hit as if she were struck by a baseball bat. Collapsing to her knees she thrust the stick ahead of her like a spear not that she had much training with such weapons she had hoped to buy herself some time so she could get back up to her feet.

Her reach had been shorter forcing her to lunge forward while on her knees, her left hand planted on the ground as her right stretched out with that crude weapon in hand.

It sucked that this should happen after she exerted herself a great deal. Adrenaline pushed her on for now and she couldn't dwell on that at the moment focusing on quick action.

The swing of the tail had a better result than he anticipated. He half had been expecting her to leap over it and was preparing a backhand where she would be in the air. His arm spun through the air striking nothing. With a loud smack, the tail crashed into her leg and she fell.

What he had not anticipated was her make-shift kendo stick snapping and being used as an impromptu spear stabbed into his back-left leg's calf as he is spinning. A spurt of blood shoots out, and he bellows another ferocious roar and his instincts kick in, and he enacts his camouflage. He vanishes from sight and moves silently backwards.

His prey apparently has more bite to her than he anticipated. Time for a new strategy. Time to play a little opossum and possibly attempt an ambush. He bides his time and waits for the perfect opportunity. While the demon had little doubt he would win out if this conflict continued, she certainly was proving to be rather more effort to catch, and he certainly would rather exert himself taking his pleasure from her sexy body. Perhaps letting her think she won and letting down her defenses would achieve his goals as easily as possible.

Normally he would let the girl test her mettle, and take her after fully demoralizing her, today simply was not the day for the girl.

The blow struck true having better results then she had imagined. He was gone and at first she did not believe it, blinking then gazing at the end of the stick seeing the blood. She had pierced it? Pushing herself up to her knees she swung her gaze back and forth and saw nothing.

“Where are you hiding?” She muttered to herself before standing, her stick at the ready, her reactions keyed to each sound. She was tired from her work out as it was and the spike of adrenaline eroded much of what was left in her gas tank.

Her thigh throbbed and ached. Maybe he had gone, a predator often went after easy prey. “fuck!” She dropped to a knee, her leg hurt more than she realized as that rush of energy left her. If it didn't hurt so much she would have tried hobbling away. For now the plan was to catch her breath and hope she could place weight on it in a few minutes.

Still she moved over to a tree, her back pressed to the trunk, a hand rubbing her thigh trying to ease the muscle some though she kept her head on a swivel glancing into the jungle hoping that he had left. As the minutes past she was beginning to think that maybe he had.

“Some good luck for a chance?” Her voice just louder than a whisper though she would feel a lot better when she was back at her dorm.

The demon Slimer silently watched and waited. While he was certainly formidable in a straight up fight, he was a much better ambush predator. His camouflage allowed him to sneak up on prey, his two tentacles to secure them. What was his Ace in the hole though was his slime. His slime contained a very potent load of aphrodisiacs, and touch sensory enhancement properties. It's ultimate power was his ability to link minds with the slimed victim, and even control their minds and actions.

Watching his intended prey, she fell to her knee, and he felt a little better. Apparently the tail slap had done more damage than she let on with her adrenaline pumping. Now that the fight was over as far as she knew, the come down from the adrenaline's effects would take a tremendous toll. She appeared to be slightly injured and the demon smiled, knowing a chase would certainly end badly for the brunette.

She made her way to a tree and settled down against it. Seeing her begin to relax, he makes his way hidden over and behind the same tree. He debates in his head securing her or simply proceeding? She began rubbing her thigh, her sexy leg bruising where he had made contact.

Deciding on a chance he moves his tail up into the air, around the tree, the bulbous mouthed tip, directly over her unsuspecting head. He extends out a couple tentacles, ready to try and secure her should she notice what was happening at any point.

The tail begins to silently ripple and shake as he produces his slime and it begins to fill the tail. As the tip balloons slightly, he opens the wide mouth like opening of the tail, and his thick green slime begins to ooze out of the opening. Hanging like snotty gel, it descends slowly through the air, a blob of chemicals, directly towards her crown. A continuous stream of green honey consistency goo getting closer and closer.

He barely held in a chuckle when she whisper about luck, thinking his luck is the one's who might have changed.

She set the stick down beside her though her eyes continued to scan for him. She had relaxed some but had remained on edge but seemed oblivious to what he was doing as he manifested slime until the first glob broke away and dropped to her head, the contact causing her to react at the sudden touch.

Trying to leap up after snatching the branch again she found herself yanked back down from unseen tentacles though she managed to snatch up the piece of wood she was unable to effectively wield it.

That link that he had established told him of her resistance to aphrodisiacs. His had been different than the one she had been exposed to so it did not require much more than his usual dose but it was a tad greater.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!! LET ME GO!!!” She struggled to stand but couldn't. She was athletic, not stronger, at least not strong in the sense that she could have hoped to match his strength. She had not expected to be released but struggled nevertheless refusing to make it easy for him.

She could feel the goop in her hair, feel it rolling down her temples. “W-What … what the fuck did you … uh … do to m-me?” She definitely could feel something, a tingling sensation as she felt a familiar warmth growing inside her. An unusual warmth that engulfed her head first and swept lower as the sensation engulfed her.

The demon waited with anticipation as his load of slime drew nearer to it's target. As the first glob landed on her head he smiled in victory, not knowing she had a natural resistance to the aphrodisiac effects of the substance.

His victims reflexes were amazing though as she felt the odd sensation of the slime gob landing on her hair and attempts to leap up while simultaneously reaching for her stick. The tentacles whip around the tree, pulling her waste backwards and pulling tight against the rough bark of the trunk while the other goes for her non sword arm, managing to wrap her forearm tightly and yank it towards the grass.

What the fuck? Let me go...

The demon smiles, the fucking has not begun yet, be patient. Why exactly would I let you go? The fun has just began...

The slime meanwhile, continued to flow out of the tails mouth, pooling on her hair, feeling like a cool wet hat was placed on her head. More thick green slime collected and began to ooze down her hair, sliding down her temples, matting her bangs to her forehead, and flattening as it went. The tentacles holding fast against her attempts to stand and pull away from the nasty flow.

He laughs, I am covering you in my delightful slime of corse. Be silent and sit still, and your sliming will be over with soon.

The mind link was established, and while he could command to her to suffer her fate, he rather enjoyed her futile struggle. Down came the goo, a slow moving stream, piling more and flowing down her nape, neck and back, into and over her tank top, simultaneously flowing down her nose, lips, eyelashes, and chin, dripping down her cleavage and bare arms. Bits of slime would bubble and splatter away as she breathed and it near her nostrils or mouth. Her lovely tank topped upper half is almost completely covered when he ends the flow by closing his tails mouth.

He could sense her feeling the warmth spreading, sense of touch enhanced. While muted she may feel some of the aphrodisiacs raging in her system. Nipples hardening, pussy growing moist and possibly some desire building. Her mind now an open book to the demon.

Now Becca, why don't you put that stick down and we can have some fun? Trust me, the easy way will be much more enjoyable. The demon says, walking back around the tree, and waiting to see how feisty she remains.

“Why?! Why?!” She snapped, mind racing as she could feel that goo and it's effects. Her breathing was heavier, her nipples grew tight and hard. As much as she wanted to chalk that up to the goo being cold there was no denying the dampness that had been beginning between her thighs as her cheeks redden in response to the slime's effects.

“To prove … prove that … you can beat me in a fair fight ...” She managed gasping at the end of her statement. Her arm had been pulled down to the grass but she kept a death grip on that stick for the little good it was doing for her.

Shaking her head from side to side she tried to prevent the slime from obscuring her vision and getting into her eyes but all that seemed to do was spread the slime to areas on her arms and even legs.

Looking up at the demon as he rounded the tree she could feel those effects growing. A fly trapped in a web she was powerless in the situation and clearly he held all the cards. She hadn't seen him before and assumed he was new. This was Siferus spot though she was uncertain how it all worked, territory could overlap or maybe it was leased out or shared.

“Looks l-like w-we do this the hard way Fucker ...” She panted out attempting to glare at him but with all that slime she was a fine mess. Through that link he could feel her body weakening further even as she tried to remain defiant to a point.

The demon Slimer stood before the girl her head and upped body drenched and dripping streams and rivets of green slime everywhere. Her beautiful and innocent looking face obscured heavily by the ooze. In her defiant mind, he could be pulses of her building heat as the chemicals did their work. She obviously wanted to remain defiant, they all did, but in the end, fighter, beauty, thinker, or innocent virgin, they all ended up the same. He could feel her resolve weakening.

Now why should I have to beat you in a fair fight? Look at you. You are covered in my slime. You feel it's effects pulsing through you. Your nipples getting hard, your skin growing sensitive, your pussy growing wet wanting to be fucked hard. Soon you will want what I have to give as much if not more than I do. Why should I fight fair, is that a rule somewhere? So why don't you release the stick and we can have a good time?

The demon chuckles at his own jokes. He knows that need would be building, he could simply command her to do his bidding and start things off but this seemed too much fun. He takes off his loin cloth, his hardened cock springing free between his legs, showing her what was to come.

I honor fair deals, not fight fair fights, that's the demon way. I think we shall wait and let the slime covering your hair deliver it's chemicals and we can go from there.

The demon has her free hand trapped by the tentacle wrapping her wrist. Her other hand holds defiantly to that sword, she could wipe her face off, attempt to dislodge she of the slime but she would need to release her splintered stick. He could easily take her, but he was patient and this seemed fun too. He decided to taunt and play with his victim a little she was going no where, and time was certainly on his side.

So he simply watched her and waited. He was seeing what she could manage to do or say as her moments ticked by, closer and closer to the inevitable.

“Words of a true c-coward ...” He was partially correct through. She had built up a minor resistance to Siferus aphrodisiac but this had been quit different. It didn't take much more to affect her, she could feel her nipples throbbing as well as feel the ache between her thighs.

She keeps hold on the weapon not that it was doing her any good. It was hard to see with all the slime on her face. “K-Keep that fucking thing away from me!!!” She snapped yet her eyes did not leave that staff of his as trouble seeing that she had.

Her body heated. It was useless to fight though she tried wriggling against the tree as she tried invain to free herself. “Damn you!!!” Her curse punctuated with a heated gasp, her cheeks, what could be seen of them, redden as the drug went to work on her.

Oh you will change your tune, the demon says with a smirk. She continues to struggle to rise but the tentacle securing her waste acts as a seat belt, and he watches as she pushes and pulls with her legs trying to stand, trying to force herself up.

You wish to stand? So be it. He releases one of his other two tentacles, and it snakes out from under his armpit, the cock tips shooting forward and encircling her sword arm, starting at her wrist and cooling around her forearm and up to her bicep. He would have worried about a possible swing but she clung dearly to her splintered stick rather than release it and attempt to wipe any of the green goo dripping down her face her eyes locked on his engorged cock.

The tentacle securing her waist loosens slightly as her arms are pulled up over her head, and her shoulders strain as she is lifted to her feet, her back scraped by the rough bark. Her legs kicking slightly as she is yanked up.

Keep that fucking thing away from me!

Oh my cock. It will be fucking you shortly, and making you cum hard. He takes a step closer as her struggles increase. The slime continues to drip from her upper half, her hair and face a mess. Her shorts and legs splattered. He takes a few steps closer his cock like a divining rod pointed at her sex.

The tentacle that had been wrapped around her waste slips it's cock tip under the band of her shorts and yanks them down to her ankles seeking to pull it free if she struggles. The aphrodisiacs would be pumping hard in her system, it's chemicals amplifying her sense of touch 4 fold, even the breeze across her skin would feel like a lover's caress, only amplified by the moistness of her sex and the slime covering her. He knows it's only a matter of time before the sexy student breaks under the chemical assault.

Such fight, no one cannot say you are not brave. I can respect that. How about I make you a deal? It's a simple one. Either I can simply come fuck you now, you take it nicely and I'll fill that little pussy and leave you once I have had my fill. Or we can see how tough and brave you truly are?

I will promise not to penetrate you, and if you can make it until the slime evaporates, which is only about half an hour, without asking or begging me to fuck you, then I will let you walk away, unraped? Should you fail though, I will fuck you hard and long, taking not just your pussy, but your mouth and ass, and I will start with that lovely ass of yours. Should be motivation enough I think. What do you say? Do you trust yourself and your courage? Or maybe you just want it hard and fast you little slut?

The demon taunts her, knowing he has many tricks on his side that would stop well short of penetration should she go for the rigged deal, an almost impossible gamble for her should she choose to role the dice, but her only chance to walk away without getting fucked at all.

Pulled upward to her feet, her sword arm useless she still grips the broken stick not that it would have done her any good. Had that arm been freed she would have attempted to swing the improvised weapon against him. Her feet kick unable to touch the ground. Her shoulders ache as she stares ahead of herself unable to see him in detail. He was large, no doubt stronger than she was.

Even still …

“That's … that's what you think,” she stammers in an effort to remain defiant. Her grip tightens against the stick, her palm red, her pride fucking with her head as he spoke.

“A deal?” She blinked as her body burned up further especially now that her shorts had been torn away at her continued struggles. Neither option had an appeal to her, one worse than the other yet their was no surrender in her. But it can feel so good. You want that in you. Right now. No! She fought with her thoughts, the challenge offered though she wasn't a total hot head.

In an instant she had weighed her options just as she could size up an opponent. She was wearing a watch but it was difficult to see the time, her eyes flicked to it, not that she needed to see that time she should feel the slime evaporating. OK, I've felt worse ... Yet she had to bare down on her lower lip to stifle another moan.

“Prepare to be disappointed when you loose,” she defiantly accepted the challenge taking offense to being called a slut. It wasn't as if she had a choice in these matters.

She shivered feeling the intensity of the latest breeze against her that made her feel so good. She was certain there was some sort of trick here, especially seeing that there were unknown properties to this slime of his. It might have been sensible to take the first choice but she was going to make him work for it. Besides, he would probably do as he liked anyway, that wouldn't surprise her. What would is if she actually pulled this off. She didn't expect him to keep to his word.

She was fucked, feeling how effective even that breeze was against her. But too her there was no choice, she couldn't give in without a fight no matter how pleasing that first option sounded when weighed against the later.