When she lived in Japan for those few months it was common practice for her to get assigned to clean the classroom with another student.

The practice seemed to carry over though little did she know that the staff tended to set students up. Not all the time though, sometimes shit just happened. That had landed her here.

Her cleaning partner for today was Jane though Andrea dismissed her, escorting her to the nurse's office … well at least she vomited in the waste bin which would be easier to clean up. She made her way to the class and assembled the erasers for the black board, she would get to taking them outside and clapping them together while outside.

Andrea was ready to depart the classroom, albeit briefly to see to these duties … then she got to thinking about those things but stuffed them aside to consider her time spent in Daphnee's shower, a rare treat … she would have to turn that girl …

A lone young woman, with desire in her heart, was an invitation to dark forces on this campus. She might consider herself safe somewhere as public as the classroom--but truly there was nowhere safe on the island, riddled as it was with secret passages and exits.

One of the panels in the room's ceiling silently lifted upward and then to the side. Within the dark space a great eye suddenly opened, gazing down at the feminine form directly below. Dark green tendrils dangled from the ceiling, swiftly reaching downward...Suddenly they slipped around her arms, coiling, holding her captive.

She had just returned to the classroom after clapping out the erasers and had figured that it was time to change the waste bin. Humming the bars of one of her songs, seeing that there was no one around not that it wasn't safe to do so Andre was oblivious to the tile in the ceiling opening.

The girl would have thought that there were places where she was safe … the classrooms, the dorms though she was about to find out that this simply wasn't the case.

Something grabbed her arms, strong and flexible causing her to drop the waste bin that fell with a dull thud, some of Jame's vomit rolling out of it.

“NOOOOOO!” She thrashes against the restraints though it is of little good, their just too strong for her to brake free of. Not again!

A quick reaction--this girl must have already experienced some of Shokushu's secrets. Not that it would help her. It did give a delightful edge to her fear, though.

Dendrite's bulk slithered down from the ceiling and landed on the floor with a subtle thump. It towered over the girl, though it was presently behind her. The tentacles coiled around her arms and legs--grasping tightly, but not holding her still as yet. She still had some freedom; she could wave her arms, perhaps, or turn and kick the creature if she could summon the will.

Her scream, though, was met with a simple reply, a dark voice seeming to come from the very air: "Yes."

She heard the plop as it fell to the floor above and behind her. Fear sweeping over her like a drowning man that dipped beneath the waves as he thrashed and struggled to the surface. Andrea had encountered only one of these things before but knew that they were bad news, things were going to go poorly for her though the chill that flowed down her spine had been the reply … that dark sentience that promised that things were exactly as her mind was making out.

Pulling and tugging she tried to brake free but to little effect there. Her first instinct was to run of course, but that was not an option here. The waste bin had fallen from her grasp along with the trash bag she held though it was the smaller bin set along the side of Professor Samuels desk and on that desk were a few cleaning supplies … she tried to reach them and though she did not look back yet she was hoping it had eyes, that she could irritate it with one of the spray bottles just long enough to beat feet ….

Most of the evening classes let out for the day so the building was virtually deserted but there had to be some place she could go, someone that could help her … just another inch!

She was afraid--but she was fighting. It was one of the things Dendrite always admired about the human girls. To resist, even in the face of certain defeat. Well, perhaps she didn't realize how certain it was...

The girl reached out, for...? Cleaning solvents, yes. Clever, given her circumstances. Dendrite considered; should it let her reach the object, for all the good it would do her?...no, a more direct approach seemed appropriate.

"No." The girl's arm was yanked backward, both of her hands held above her. Then another tentacle reached forward and lashed--sweeping over the desk, books, papers and cleaning supplies swept to the floor, leaving the smooth wooden surface bare. Suddenly the creature hauled her forward and shoved against her back, forcing her to bend over the professor's desk, her wrists pressed to the surface. The creature's bulk loomed over her, its tail/end of its body tickling gently at one of her ankles. "Your will is strong. But I am stronger."

Her eyes widened in grief as what little hope she had was dashed away as a tentacle swept aside the cleaning supplies, stacked books and papers. A pencil rolled towards the edge pf the desk but it did not matter as her arms were jerked above her head, tears brimming in her eyes at the hopelessness of the situation though they had yet to spill, not until she had been forced over that desk, the pencil rolling and clattering to the floor.

The creature was so close and loomed behind here. At this stage she didn't want to look back, didn't want to see it as if this would be easier if she didn't.

It was not going to let her go, like a cat toying with a mouse. She was the mouse and caught, that was simple enough to understand and while internally she was pleading she had not wasted her breath only because there was nothing she had to offer it that she felt would be of an interest to it.

“W-Why?” Tears streaming down her cheeks now though she did not sob to her credit, not as if she expected an answer either. Tentacles and the feel of a tail let her realize that this wasn't a human, that this was another of the creatures that were here. She had much to learn about the island and how things worked after all naïve for her first few weeks here at least.

Dendrite reached forward with a tendril and stroked the girl's cheek, feeling her warm tears. The alien could sense the despair taking over her mind; like all strong emotions, it was a heady wine indeed.

However, her question was curious. Perhaps she was not so experienced after all. Now, perhaps, just a bit of taunting.

"The strong take what they want from the weak. I want your despair. And I want your body." A couple of tendrils pulled up the girl's standard Shokushu skirt, and then they began to roam over the curves of her bottom. The monster explored every inch of her panties, at first almost caressing, then rubbing and groping with more force. Viscous slime seeped from the tendrils to soak into the cloth, making it cling to the girl's body, the lewd touch of the tentacles feeling even more direct.

She had heard it quoted before that might made right, maybe she was hoping for something more profound but her blue eyes pressed closed as a chill swept over her spine as it repositioned her skirt with those strong tendrils and began caressing her ass, massaging it amidst the slime that leaked out over her soaking the cloth …

Oddly, unlike last time this was not entirely unpleasant for the girl …

An unusual stream of words surprised even her, she was desperate no doubt but again they were probably going to be ignored or so she considered. It was answering her even if more despair was building up within her.

“T-Then teach m-me to be s-stronger.”

Out of all the things that the young human women had said to Dendrite over the years, that actually surprised the creature. She was desperate not to be hurt, most likely; desperate to have some control over the situation. Sometimes the alien could almost read minds, but not when the mind was such a roil of intense emotion. Intense, delicious emotion.

Dendrite was strongly tempted to simply refuse--the obvious reply. But the creature felt some obligation to explain itself. ("You have spoken the Words, and spoken them rightly"...ah yes, that was from one of those fascinating human stories about aliens...)

"Stronger than those who would prey upon you? Impossible. You may learn to resist--to some, minor extent--or you may learn to submit." Suddenly the tendrils slid into the girl's panties--and just as suddenly they coiled and pulled back, instantly tearing the fabric into several pieces. The bits of cloth were whisked away, leaving her most intimate parts exposed. The alien tossed the remnants of the fabric forward, to the other side of the desk, letting the girl see them fall to the floor.

Emotionally she was all over the place, her heart slamming against her chest with that answer as her panties, simple white cotton covered in slime had been torn away and discarded. Of course there was probably no way she could resist something as strong yet there was that yearning not to be a victim …

Two options were presented to her and she had to think quick though she did not desire to be hurt after last time … she knew resistance could incite these things further. She hated it, absolutely hated the position that she was place in though there was little that she could do about it.

“T-Then … T-Then teach m-me to submit ...” the first would just likely get her hurt she realized. She had even hated that acknowledgment but there was nothing she could do about it in the situation that she was in.

Dendrite was almost disappointed--yet, also very intrigued. She was begging, the creature realized, though panic didn't quite have a hold on her. It had been a while since a girl begged.

"Very well." Suddenly the tentacles uncoiled from the girl, releasing her wrists, her ankles, everything. The monster leaned back slightly. "Turn over. Lay on your back, on this professor's desk. Make yourself...comfortable." Of course, this would force her to look at the alien for the first time. She would see a great gray-green bulk, more massive than any human, with one baleful blue eye large as a dinner plate in its upper torso. The creature looked unlike anything ever seen on Earth, perhaps vaguely like a giant manta ray, though with myriad tentacles sprouting from the sides of its body instead of 'wings'.

Would she lay before the creature as instructed, with nothing covering her vulnerable sex but her short skirt? Or would she take the opportunity for an escape attempt? Either possibility was amusing.

The tentacles pulled away and she had considered escape … then she did as instructed and was stunned by the sheer alieness of the creature. Stunned and quite afraid. Flight was the furthest thing from her mind then, though it was a fleeting option she realized that her stunned state caused too much of a delay …

Hoping on the edge of the professor's desk she did as instructed laying back feeling like the main course of a dinner and the desk just a plate.

“L-Like this?” She got into a position that suited her, still a bit wide eyed as she had yet to look away making it clear as to whatever she dealt with last time was humanoid more or less, less bizarre to deal with than this.

"Mm. Rarely is a girl so obedient." Oh, it was hard to resist taunting her. A couple tentacles reached down and deftly unbuttoned her shirt, pulling it open to reveal whatever bra she might be wearing. "Such delightful curves..." Suddenly her skirt was flipped up, her shaven pussy exposed to the creature's scrutiny. "Yes, I am going to enjoy you." It sounded like a threat.

"You have fantasies, I'm sure. Have you imagined...fucking on a teacher's desk?" Her wrists were pressed gently to the desk, holding her down, and a couple tentacles coiled around her knees and forced her to spread her legs wide.

She was biting at her lower lip, those words seeming to be threatening but she was no more than an appetizer … tentacles held her wrists down though her breathing caused her chest to rise up and down, her breasts hidden beneath the simple regulation cotton white bra though her gaze remained upward as sje felt tentacles on her knees drawing her legs apart.

A blush swept over her cheeks, embarrassed that he had full view of her sex though at first she had attempted to keep her legs together it became as difficult as holding together magnets of the same poles … impossible. He was just that much stronger than her.

“Not like this ...” There were some female teachers that she had in high school, even now that she had thought about where desks came into play but never had they involved males or aliens for that matter!