95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100!-- Lacey breaches the surface of the pool, taking in breath as she finishes the lap at the same time. Once more she keeps to her routine of swimming or running in the early morning before class. It keeps her in shape and helps keep restless energy from interfering throughout the day. Once again, the redhead is clad in her familiar forest green one-piece bathing suit, the fabric tight around her athletic frame. She treads water easily at the end of the pool rather than holding to the wall; she IS training after all, which means no time to waste on breaks!

She tries not to think too hard on why she's in the pool, rather than the much wider lake that has, until recently, been her favorite swimming spot. It's a little tough NOT to think on it though, considering she's wearing the same bathing suit she'd worn when Gersham had showed up and taken her...Lacey shakes her head. Enough time to ponder dark thoughts means she's not moving enough. She begins to count strokes as she swims, starting her journey to the other side of the pool once more, keeping her head above water these next hundred strokes, controlling breathing and motion by focusing on the rhythm of her heart, using it as a measure and making sure to keep it in pace as best she can.

Red hair slides across the water behind her, tied into a loose ponytail that hangs down to her waist when standing. The muscles of her well-toned body move in perfect harmony as she cuts her way through the water, stretching out beautifully as she continues her laps. She loves the feel of her muscles stretching out, her mind and body waking in preparation for the day...it's the most wonderful feeling. The water is cool over her slender body and she moves through it as though born to do so.

This way, focused on rhythm and the feel of the water against herself, it's easy to forget the things that have happened since she's come to the island...the three attacks she's suffered so far fading to the back of her subconscious. She welcomes the peace and clarity that come with the absence of those memories, even if it is only temporary; training is her sole catharsis in this place. She probably needs to actually find someone to talk to about these things before she becomes a basket case...but for now, this will do. Reaching the other side of the pool, she turns and starts the next lap, diving once more below the surface and swimming beneath the water.

While Lacey continued her swimming drills, Xenoanthropological Officer N!xao Cangelosi kept observing at the bottom of the pool. Ah, indeed it was a nice vantage point, watching the aquatically inclined students show off their form and their endurance, not to mention a wide variety of swimwear. Of course, the blob had made sure to control its normally opaque-black figure into something more clear...translucent even, like a jellyfish. Wouldn't want to be mistaken as mold again, or get kicked into the debris trap again.

Lacey made her next lap. The blob eeped and tried to skitter back into the deep end, out of sight. Didn't want to tip its hand too soon, best to wait until she makes the next turn...

Eyes closed underwater, Lacey notices nothing amiss; there's not as much to see here in the pool as there is in her lake, so she keeps her eyes closed in an effort to focus on her rhythm and pace instead. The blob creature goes completely unnoticed as she pushes forth under the water, counting strokes. At one hundred, she breaches surface again and makes her way to the wall. Three laps in, she's feeling awake and alert now...and a little bored. The laps aren't as long as they are in the lake, and there's nothing to admire scenery-wise. There's not even the feel of the breeze when she breaks the surface! Lacey misses her lake desperately...

"This sucks...I need a social life." She sighs to herself. Talking to herself isn't something she does often, not out loud. Lately though she's taken to it, needing to hear a human voice every so often but unable or unwilling to try and find someone she can talk to about the monster attacks; she doesn't want to look like a lunatic, after all. Training is all well and good, but this...she's done this sort of thing so many times it's almost automatic.

Bored with her usual routine but unwilling to leave without putting in a full workout, Lacey decides to change tactics a bit; she turns and swims to the center of the pool, then takes a deep breath, lets herself sink to the bottom and stands there in a ready stance. Eyes closed, she begins to go through the motions of a pattern, rendered a little slower than she normally does it thanks to the water resistance against her limbs.

Her arms sweep in blocking and punching motions, while her legs shift position and strike out in vicious piercing and sweeping kicks; the fact that she's moving a little slower than usual does nothing to hide the fact that there's power in those movements, muscles well-trained to their task moving against the water. Her lungs start to burn as she holds her breath but she continues her pattern, the moves looking as though they could be a dance if it weren't for their resemblance to the vicious blows of a combat sport.

Finally and with lungs aching, her pattern comes to a close, Lacey in ready stance once more in the exact same place she'd started from...and with her eyes closed, no less. She knows this much because of how many times she's practiced this particular pattern...though she's never done it underwater before. Holding for an appropriate five seconds before releasing her stance, she finally pushes herself to the surface once more, letting out an explosive breath and letting in fresh air. "GAH! That felt...better than usual!" She's surprised at how much she enjoys doing this underwater...though maybe she'd be less enthusiastic were she to discover her hidden audience.

She probably would indeed been more cautious as Cangelosi slowly took its time to wrap its thick clear tendrils around Lacey like a sea anemone, strands drawn about her ankles, one caressing her inner thigh, and one securing her waist. One the swimmer had a chance to get her breath, the blob tightened, yanking her underwater, appendages wrapping around her eyes, another jammed. Into her startled mouth, a makeshift diving mask and breather if you will. The blob is quick to skitter with its prize into the deep end, making sure to keep a firm, firm grip upon her.

Treading water easily, the unsuspecting girl stretches a little in the pool, rolling her shoulders and neck and pushing her arms out to her sides...unwittingly making herself an easier target to her stalker and soon-to-be captor. She catches her breath quickly, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth as she's been taught...and doesn't even have time to use her second wind to scream in surprise as she's suddenly snared and yanked beneath the water.

Lacey thrashes in surprise and panic as she's pulled below, tendrils wrapped around her arms, legs and waist...and another shoving itself into her mouth for added insult to injury, she's certain. She doesn't scream around the tendril, determined to save her precious oxygen, having not figured out the REAL purpose of the thing in her mouth yet. AGAIN! Why when I'm swimming?! Why do they have to come after me at all?! Fear and fury color Lacey's thoughts as she finds herself torpedoing towards the deep end of the pool, in the grasp of...whatever it is.

Maybe it's better not to find out what it is. Determined to try and escape at most, and to be a pain in the ass at the least, Lacey starts to twist herself around under the water in confusing arcs and circles, trying to tangle the tendrils that bind her without wrapping herself up in them further. Brute strength likely won't break her free; she can tell that much by how easily she's been pulled beneath the water. If it were weak enough to lose a tug-of-war to her, it wouldn't have been able to drag her under in the first place, certainly not at this speed. But maybe she can tangle it up well enough that it has to let go for a second to readjust itself.

And maybe she can even pull it off before she turns blue. That'd be nice. Why is this thing trying to drown her anyway?! The re-breather function of the tendril in her mouth goes completely unnoticed for now, the thought not even crossing her mind in the least. Instead of trying to suck in air, she tries to bite the tendril as savagely as possible. Not today, her mind says. Not going to happen this way today!

The longer Lacey seemed to fight her captor, the tighter the bindings got, pulling her closer to the pool bottom, eyes seeing the thrashing water and grouted tiles of the deep end clearly, and biting on the tentacle fills her lungs unexpectedly with air, the goo starting to form a seal against her nostrils and mouth, taking the form of a proper breathing apparatus. Even as she tires, her arms are pulled behind her back, feet pushed down in the blob's bulky center, legs still slightly spread, even feeling a tickling of a tentacletip along her inner thigh as two yellowish eyestalks slowly wound around her body, giving her a stare, hoping this will calm her down.

"Hey now...no reason for you to try drowning yourself. That won't do any good for either of us."

That voice...was it from the creature? It seemed to echo through her brain, not hostile, but rather soothing...or dare she say educated?

Words in her mind? She stops at that, and at the fact that she can suddenly breathe...the tendril in her mouth takes the opportunity to reform into a little mask for her. She takes a cautious breath, not sure she trusts this thing very much. It's nice that it doesn't want her to drown, but really...if it were all THAT benevolent, it wouldn't have snatched her down here like that in the first place. She glares at the jelly-fish looking blob with an even mix of suspicion and anger.

"I don't know..." She says into the mask. "It might be better than whatever you have planned for me...hn! Stoppit!" She tries to thrash her legs and arms as the thing strokes a tendril along her thigh, but finds herself bound neatly, her earlier attempts at tangling him up apparently not even worthy of being noticed as an inconvenience. "Why...why do you things keep attacking me?! Don't you have anything else to do? Go find a pretty girl-amoeba and be prokaryotic with her or something! I swear...monstres maudits..." She mutters darkly to herself at this point, well aware that the alternative she provides to capturing her makes absolutely no sense, but at a loss as to what she might say that'd be convincing. Talking never seems to work with these things anyway, so why not babble? Maybe it'll get bored and go away...

She tries again in vain to pull her legs from the thing's center, to get her arms free. No luck at all...she glowers at the yellow eyestalks...but it's hard to keep it up. They don't show much in the way of malice, the way the other monsters tend to...and the thing sounds less intent on gloating and more intent on actually conversing a little. Probably just a prelude to what's going to happen, but still...besides that, though she's loathe to admit it in these circumstances...the little yellow eyestalks are kind of cute, looking at her the way they do. The effect isn't as great as the creature might hope for, given she's effectively tied up and at its mercy on the bottom of the pool...but they're still kind of cute. She jerks her eyes away from the yellow stalks goggling at her. "So what do you want with me? Bet I can guess..."

The voice keeps echoing into her mind. "You're angry. I get that. Angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit peeved. But I can assure you my interest in you is only of a scientific nature. I rarely get pleasure out of it."

Now that was only half-true. If it found a girl who was especially interesting, it would ensure multiple meetings and check-ups, not the usual tag and release gigs, but even so, it was designed with science in mind, nothing more, nothing less. Still, as Lacey started calming down, it could tell she's got quite a bit of mistrust. She was brought down to her knees, thighs spread, hands behind her back, anchored down as her crotch can feel the slow vibrations.

"Course if you wanna bitch about it, feel free. Not like we're going anywhere..."

She blinks, caught off-guard by that little gem. She actually manages a little laugh at the blob's insistence that there's nothing more than science that brings it to her. "For science!" She chuckles, shaking her head. "Well, I guess it's the closest thing to a pickup line I've had since I came here...needs work though." Of course there's the possibility that it's telling the truth...not that it makes this right. But it's an explanation.

She feels the tendrils shift her around, placing her on her knees on the bottom of the pool, her arms behind her back...and something vibrating against her sex, still hidden in her swimsuit. "G...glad to know I still get to object..." She stutters a little bit, a blush coming to her cheeks at the feeling between her legs. Unconscious of the movement, her hips shift forward and her body leans back a little, as though offering a better vantage to whatever's caressing her there.

A little shudder wracks the redhead's body. "Jeez...c-can't you just read a book or something...? What kind of research are you doing anyway?" It's gentle with her; she's not used to that. It's certainly a nice change of pace, though...she gives herself a mental shake. A nice change of pace? What is she thinking! It's still rape!

She eyes the little jellyfish-thing, anger rising again...and finds it dissipating once more before that harmless appearance and those (cute) little eyestalks...and the fact that her center is growing warm from the slow stimulation, a little glow starting inside her body. "What are you, anyway?" Why had she asked THAT?! Why should she care who or what it is?! Still...this IS one of the few times she hasn't been beaten senseless or drugged out of her mind by one of her captors. Maybe it'll see reason and let her go on moral grounds. She tests the bonds on her arms and legs, feels the thing wrapped around her waist, bringing to mind certain cliches about pigs in flight, by way of argument.

"I thought it was obvious. I'm an alien. Sure I could read books about the human female and all, but nothing can beat hands-on research. And no...don't think of this as a date. I'd hate to insult your intelligence.".

The clear gel swirls around Lacey's body, crotch of her suit pushed aside, exposing it more to the vibrations as the top strap is moved from her shoulder, tentacle sliding in, melting, feeling like a warm hand cupping her breast, kneading it slowly as the eyestalks rested between her thighs, looking up at her. Just...observing.

"No, a date would at least try to buy me a drink first..." Nevermind the fact that she's underage for alcohol. It's just a smartass comment to avoid thinking about the growing warmth rushing through her body from her core. Her blush intensifies as she feels her swimsuit rearranged to suit the blob's needs, her sex exposed to cool water and wandering tendrils. "S...stop...!" She stammers, then has to bite her lip to keep a gasp from escaping as another tentacle shimmies its way beneath her suit to grip at a perky breast.

She shivers a little in the thing's embrace. It's hard to make out the entirety of the creature, save for glimpses when it moves just so, but she can make out those eyes easily, yellow standing out well in the water...and staring at her. She feels her face heat even more at that stare. She tries to struggle her way free of the thing...and has to choke back a whimper as her struggles cause her sex and her breast to push against the exploring tendrils, making her tingle. "What are you staring at?!" She hisses...mostly to keep her mind off of the disturbing implications that her body should be responding like this.

"Mnh..." Dismay courses through the lithe redhead as her body betrays her again, a particularly lascivious rub to both her flower and her perky mound making her moan just a little. Her breathing and heart rate, which had already been increasing gradually, spike suddenly at the touch. She's almost positive that the tendril between her legs can feel her moistening, the one on her chest will easy find the pink bud it teases perking excitedly. Embarrassing, to say the least...

"Seriously...we can't just do a Q-and-A session or something? I mean...hands on research is wonderful and all, but...does it really have to be so literal?" She quakes, desperate to get free...though her body gives the impression that it wouldn't mind staying around, whatever her lips say. She has to fight to keep from squirming; firstly because it would make her grind against those tendrils, and secondly because part of her WANTS to grind against them. Not a good way to dissuade an attacker, responding favorably to their attacks...

Such conflicts of interest in Lacey's mind. It was somehow delicious to see some unconscious conditioning has already taken place. The probing tentacles merged into four hands, one starting to finger her young sex, another exposing her breast, groping with abandon, palm drawing the nipple in with suction. The other two kept grip on her wrists, pressing them to her back, keeping the girl in a braced position as the bulk of the blob kept firmly positioned between her kneeling legs. "You can always bite down on me. Might make you feel better. I mean, you know all that struggle isn't going to get you free. I have experience, ya know."

Hands now. Fantastic. Her body agrees wholeheartedly with her mind's sentiment, apparently missing the point that it's sarcastic in nature. She's forced to bite her bottom lip a little more firmly to keep her voice in, though even that doesn't help much at this point. Fingers slide into her womanhood, slipping against her moistened walls and over her pink slit, teasing her within and without. It doesn't help that, having been through similar situations, she's come to the conclusion that she LIKES being held down like this...though maybe it's something she'd enjoy more if it were, say, less rapey and more consensual. With a human being, rather than something that looks at her like a science fair project.

"Hnn!" No matter how she grits her teeth, it's impossible to keep from gasping in surprised pleasure at the hand on her breast, the suction of her peak into its palm unexpected and welcome. Apparently her slender and increasingly nude frame doesn't mind being a science fair project at all, as long as these hands are part of it all. Despite orders to the contrary, her back arches to press her peak against that hand, while her hips give a slow roll, encouraging the fingers down there to explore deeper. It's hard not to squirm a little when she's being stroked and caressed like this, though...it feels nice...

She glares at the eye stalks --So cute! STOPPIT! Keep it together...--and gasps through clenched teeth, "How do you...suggest I do that?! You took- NH! Took the tendril out of...my mouth to make this mask!" She gives herself a mental slap in the face. Really, giving the rape/science monster a straight line like that? "Withdrawal...of objection...Mmmmmmh! No biting necessary..." She immediately closes her mouth, lest it get her in trouble...or get filled with something besides air. At least the thing still thinks she's struggling...small favor true, but it doesn't seem to realize that the only struggle she's going through is trying not to grind on those fingers.

The blob chitters, seeming happy that Lacey's defenses are slipping, keeping digits working into her young sex, another hand drawing to her other covered breast, kneading it, feeling the erecting nipple through the fabric, pushing the suit off her other shoulder, exposing the orbs to the cool water, the transparent tentacles keeping her anchored down as it works on her in such a hypnotizing way. She swears she can see the light from the pool prism off one of the tentacles, drawing a rainbow on the bottom surface...

The chittering noise reaches her, causing her to flush even brighter. Now it's laughing at her! Cute eye stalks or no, there's a line that's been crossed here! Lacey feels righteous indignation burning within her, opening her mouth to deliver a scathing comment on the thing's lifestyle in general--"Ahhhn!" And promptly forgets all about indignation a scant second later as the fingers become bolder still in their exploration of her body.

She can feel them slipping inside her, no longer just teasing along her slit and around the entrance to her honeypot, but actually delving into her tight channel a little now, pushing against her walls. As if this isn't bad enough, she feels the other strap of her swimsuit tugged off her shoulder, exposing her chest to the creature entirely. Maybe not as large as some, Lacey's breasts are perky and fit her slender frame well.

The jellyfish/alien thing, apparently in a bid to put the 'A-handful-is-plenty' theory to strenuous test, places another groping hand over the newly exposed mound, the cool temperature of the water and the warm temperature of the alien's attention to her body having already made the pink bud at the peak nice and stiff and ready to play.

Twitching becomes slow rolling of the body, motions that draw the eye to hips and chest. Tied down as she is and anchored to the bottom of the pool, the motions look almost as though she's offering herself up to the grasping hands that tease her. A glint catches her eye, causing her to focus on the way the light strikes the tendrils as they move, refracting light like a prism --Pretty! Oh, damn it all...-- that manages to once more distract her focus from resisting just long enough to let her body press down at those teasing fingers.