The library was far emptier than Susan had expected. Granted, the building was surprisingly large, given the size of the school, but she expected more people here, given how close it was to finals. If she'd had a choice, she'd have either taken the books she needed elsewhere or come back later. Unfortunately, the books had to remain in the building and she had too much studying to do to be able to put it off any longer.

Putting her things on a free table, she sat down, adjusting the too-short skirt of her uniform as she did so in an attempt to avoid putting herself on display to anything that might be passing by. She'd have preferred a table where she could be seen by other people in the area, but the place seemed to have been designed to avoid having any of those.

Probably not a coincidence, that, she thought as she opened her notebook to start reviewing for her statistics exam.

Slimer had been coming to the library for three straight days, on the hunt. He had been invisibly researching a couple topics, looking for any vital information. The first was a search for the limited chemical knowledge of these human beings. Second he was hoping to find a book of the process for converting one of the catalysts he needed for his fuel formula. Back in his home system he would have used a simple radioactive element, but this ignorant species had yet to even place it in their periodic elements table? Muttering to himself about the implications, he moves to return his chemistry book as a sight catches his green eyes.

Continuing on he figures she would be there when he returns, so might as well lose the useless book. Sliding the book into its place on the shelf, Slimer returns to take a secend look, he pauses to drink in the sight of her, as she shifts in her short, school skirt. He watches invisibly from behind a bookcase, just in case...

Okay, that's how that formula works. Would've helped if the professor had explained it instead of just stating what it was and testing us on problems designed for it. She copied down the explanation for the use and derivation of the equation in question, then paused and looked around. She'd had the distinct feeling someone was watching her, but there was no-one to be seen. Probably just nerves, she thought with a shrug. I hope. Now, what about those formulas for other situations? I expect they'll make more sense once I know why they're used when they are. She turned back to the textbook she had open, searching the index for the information she was seeking.

Staring from between the countless rows of books Slimer took her appearance in. She wore the standard school uniform, with its too short skirt that would have raised eyebrows and possibly protests anywhere else. Although she was seated her height was easy to tell that she was slightly above average, although her slim figure was representative of a shorter girl. Her curves were very womanly though, which the skimpy uniform did little to conceal. Her legs were long and toned, extending out from under the mid thigh skirt. Her facial features appear delicate, representative of her asian heritage. Her tan skin is only slightly darkened, smooth and pretty flawless.

As she leans over the book, she appears to be studying mathmatical formulas of some kind, he was simply too far to read the specifics.

Susan found the equation she was looking for quickly enough and, as she'd expected, the explanation of how and why it was used helped her to make more sense of it. As she shifted to write down the information, she knocked her pencil off the table. As small inanimate objects tend to do, it bounced to the most inaccessible location possible.

"Dammit," she muttered under her breath; she didn't have another one with her, and there wasn't anyone nearby she could borrow one from. Crouching down, she looked under the shelf it had rolled beneath, giving her unseen watcher a good view of her uniform panties. At least it didn't go too far under, she thought as she slid her hand towards it.

Slimer sees the pencil roll and realizes this is his best chance. He sneaks around the corner of the bookshelf, and almost loses himself in the sight. She is on her elbows and knees, waist length, straight, brown hair hanging down her back in a single intertwining braid. Her ass is in the air, her skirt riding this jokingly high gives him a full view of her tight ass, panties failing to obscure it even slightly. She grunts softly as she is stuck shoulder deep trying to reach the pencil under the raised shelves. As erotic as the sight was he knew he could repeat it with a different pencil shortly.

Snapping out of it, he moves forward to secure the girl. Arms and tentacles moving forward, seeking to slide a tentacle around her head at her lips. With his hands he tries to grab her non reaching wrist and pull it behind her back, while 2 tentacles seek.to secure her slim waist...

Got it! she thought as she managed to push the errant pencil towards herself. Good thing no-one else was nearby. I'd have probably given them quite a...

"Eeep!" The startled cry as something grabs her wrist is quickly cut off by a tentacle at her lips. Before she really realized what was happening, her attacker had secured her waist and one wrist and stopped her from crying out for help. Not again! Well, I won't make it easy for this thing. She lashed out blindly with one foot, hoping to hit her unseen assailant and get him to loosen his grip.

Slimer grabs his sexy prize, and begins prying her arm behind her back, pulling her close. His tentacle encircling her head, covers her lips and as she tries to shout in surprise, her mouth opens and the tendril acts as a gag tightening into her mouth. The other tentacle coils securely around her lovely waist, starting at her midsection and slowly coiling upwards. Slimer thinks he has his prize secured but he wasn't counting on a couple things.

As he reaches for the other arm, she blindly kicks backward, strinking his front left knee cap. The pain explodes in his brain causing him to release the twisted arm as he fails to grasp the other arm. Aaahhh, you bitch, you're gonna pay for that... he hisses in pain. He reaches down to the knee cap as she struggles, the pain mostly shock from surprise and her hitting the target area with force, and nothing seems broken or permanently damaged. He rubs the tender knee briefly, then reaches up grabbing her braid long braid pulling her head back. Definitely trained in self defense of some kind. The second thing he hadn't counted on was the fact that she had managed to secure the pencil and was holding it in her free hands now...

Got him! she thought as he released her arm, taking what victories she could get. Unfortunately, his tentacles kept their grip and he was clearly mad now. She doubted things would be that much worse if she didn't get loose now than if she hadn't struggled at all, but she let out a cry, muffled by the tentacle in her mouth, as he pulls her head back.

She attempted to land another kick, but she was still unable to see her opponent, making it hard to even land a hit, much less a solid one. With her empty hand, she tried to loosen the tentacle at her waist. She kept hold of the pencil, hoping the creature got careless later; while it was useless in her current position, she was ready to use it if she got a shot at its eyes or somewhere else that looked vulnerable.

Slimer finishes examining he knee, as he feel her trying to work the tentacle free from her waist. I don't think so my pet... Slimer says angrily. He releases her braid, and wraps his muscular arms around her waist pinning her arms to her sides, as he holds her securely to his solid body in a reverse bear hug, just as she manages to slip free of the tentacle. Hoisting her off the ground, he carries her squirming body backwards to the side row along the wall. Making a quick left and right turn he arrives at a plain wooden door set in the wall. Opening the oak door handle with a tentacle he drags her inside.

The room is small containing a short conference table, with 6 plain chairs set around it, one at each end of the table, and two along each side. In the far corners are two plush chairs, with curved raised arm rests that continue to becoming backs. A projector screen is between the chairs, and a remote for controlling the unit sits on the table. The actual projector is mounted to the ceiling. Pushing the look button on the door knob with a tentacle he locks them inside.

That was a good shot, one you're going to pay for... he says evily into her ear.

Even if he hadn't had a tentacle over her mouth, she wouldn't have responded to him; even in the best of circumstances, talking never seemed to do any good with these things. At best, it might delay them a little in conversation, but that seemed unlikely to happen with something as angry as this creature seemed to be.

She'd taken a quick look around the room as the creature dragged her in, looking for anything she might be able to use against him. The chairs were a possibility if she could get loose. That was quite a big if, though, since his grip was too tight for her to squirm out of and he seemed far stronger than her. Nonetheless, she renewed her struggles, trying futilely to break out of his grip.

Slimer grabs the struggling girls wrists as he bear hugs her. Making sure he has a firn grip he forces her to bend over the table, forcing her hands flat down against the table. Keeping her wrists secured, she can feel his muscular form against her back as she struggles. The pencil remains trapped between her palm and the polished, smooth wooden desk. He decides to deploy his tentacles to happy exploration.

The first remains encircling her head, decided silence wouldn't be needed in the conference, it slowly uncoils from her head, leaving her mouth feeling stretched. Slowly tracing down under the collar of her shirt, the phallic ending tentacle explores her neck tracing straight down between the valley of her breasts. Pushing down firmly on the center strap of her bra, he applies force until the back clasp breaks. Slipping the tentacle under the strap, he coils pulling up until her nipples slide free. He slides it another few inches leaving her perfect round orbs free under the dress shirt, her nipples rubbing against the fabric as she struggles.

Two more tentacles begin their exploration wrapping around her legs. They caress from the back of her shapely calves, coiling up her thighs and around over her smooth inner thighs. Finally, they reach her panties and slip under her skirt up to the side lace. They then hook the material and reverse course pulling them down around her ankles, tickling her sensative legs as they move...

"Ugh... Gaaah! Stop it! Let go!" With her mouth free, Susan added her voice to her efforts to get free from the creature molesting her. She had no illusions that the thing would actually listen to her, but she hoped that she might at least get the attention of someone passing by, not knowing of the soundproofing that kept her cries from leaving the room.

Her struggles were no more effective, with the monster using its hands and body to restrict her movement while its tentacles removed her underwear. "No... Don't..." Her struggles weakened as the creature pulled down her panties, though only because they limited how much she could move her legs; it was clear from the anger in her eyes that she'd try to tear the thing limb from limb if she got the chance.

Slimer grabs the struggling girls arms and twisting her wrists forces them behind her back, forcing her upper body against the table. The second consequence of the move is the pencil is left behind, the girl left helpless to stare at the pencil only inches in front of her face on the desk. What possible reason would I have to want to stop? Now please watch your volume, we are in a library, some of us are trying to study. Slimer leans over and whispers into her ear.

Three tentacles move into action. The first two wrap her legs slowlly pulling them apart. Getting nowhere fast the heads slip back down to the panties pulling them. As they strech a ripping fills the air. Mission accomplished, they resume crawling back up her legs, phallic heads stopping at her inner thighs. Pulling firmly she can feel her shoes dragging accross the flooring, only to stop shoulder width apart.

She realises how much trouble she is in by now as she is laying bent over the desk, trapped with only a short skirt that leaves her exposed, for protection. The third tentacle start at her elbow, wrapping her fore arm as it coils ticklishly light over her skin. As it reaches her crossed wrists, he removes one hand then the other, coiling tendril taking its place...

Her situation might be hopeless, but Susan wasn't going to give up while there was any fight left in her. Struggling as much as she could, she shouted, "Let me go! I don't want this!" She didn't care if she disturbed the creature's 'studying', and maybe she'd get lucky and either he'd give up or she'd attract someone's attention before she lost more of her clothing.