It was unbelievable. The dress, long and black came complete with elbow length white gloves and black shoes. Small heels, which were great since she was not use to wearing such things. She gave it some thought, it wasn't far but making the trip through the jungle in heels of any kind wasn't happening so she would wear shoes there and change them prior to the party.

She knew that there was some danger, there always was in getting to the place. It was a gamble, did she pass through that region that Kakuaoh was encountered in, they had no real agreement other than taking her off should she have one of her narcoleptic spells rather than being helpless to any old creature, the devil you knew and all.

But outside of this they had no real arrangement so if she was attacked there would be no one looking out for her. It was less likely that another would be in the same area, a pair of predators in the same area didn't make much sense to her but she still did not know much about their habits. And while he could attack her as well she thought that she might have been able to delay him to after the party at least. Not that she could have much fun with that looming over her head all night.

But she couldn't worry about it. She thanked Ginger for the dress asking a zillion questions about where she got it. She had seemed confused about such matters but did help her with her make up, something she hardly had experience in at all, not that it was make up in the typical sense as she was dressing up more or less.

She had decided to go go as a character out of one of her novels, a Gothic witch with white face paint and black make up around the eyes, black lipstick and black fingernails. She doubted anyone would get the reference. Ginger would come along later, she had a later lab and wanted to surprise her with what she was going as any way.

She traveled with a few of her fellow Tramps to the old boat house. There had to be a sailing club here at one stage or another. The building sat alone on this stretch of the island and still had electricity indicating that the school still had designs to use it or even bring back the club, at least that had been the rumor.

Someone had manage to break in long ago. For months now the place had been used for trysts and the like between lovers. Someone had managed to get a radio too though the selection of music had been limited to a few CDs. She changed her shoes, then had a look around.

Probably the least wild of the Tramps mingling wasn't much of her thing. She anticipated Ginger's arrival more than anything else and was anxious as to who or what she would be coming as. She then had a look around, the girls harder to identify for the most part.

There was certainly some contraband her, her mind put at ease seeing that there were no Prefects around either so she did indulge in a drink, or what passed as one. Mouth wash combined with other elements, the stuff tasted horrible so she nursed that drink for quite a bit reminded how bad it tasted each time she took a sip.

Uurkh... Slime hated the sea. It wasn't as if the water did the creature any harm, but something about the cold, wet, emptiness bothered him. He couldn't help it though, if he wanted to come and go from space, a landing in the ocean was usually the best way to go. His tech, regardless of where he landed, would probably attract attention and, failing that, his luck would probably have something, or someone, stumbling upon it.

Travelling towards the first building and set of lights he could find, Slime would find himself rising up beneath old, wooden floorboards. He was hungry, but the sounds coming from the level above did not suggest an abundant picking of isolated targets. If anything, this appeared to be a gathering of some sort. What then? Did he go off elsewhere and try to find some other morsels? And Shokushu was usually so accommodating in its provision of easy targets... at least, compared to space, or so as Slime had found. A change of fortune would appear to come Slime's way though, as a wave of darkness washed over him through the cracks in the boards.

'What was this?'

He thought? Before he had the chance to inspect what was happening though, the shadow appeared to move away, but curious, Slime followed. What he found was the hem of a long, flowing dress, though from where he 'stood'... 'sat'?... 'slithered'?... from where he was, he couldn't see anything much beyond that. Still, as he saw the mass holding still for long enough, it decided to take its chance. Where there was a skirt, there was the warm, comforting flesh of a woman... at least most of the time... there was that one time, but Slime tries to put that out of mind whenever he can.

Slithering up, beneath the shadow of the dress, Slime was pleased to see the presence of a nice, long pair of shaven legs, which definately helped to confirm this wouldn't be a repeat of... 'that one time'. She was holding in place, doing something, for now, but Slime had no idea how long that would be the case. The answer would be simple then. Spreading out in a wide circle, Slime would be sure to get a firm, sticky grasp on the hems of the dress, keeping them attached to the floor and making sure she wasn't going anywhere. Then, changing shape and rising upwards, he'd form a pair of long, thick tendrils to coil around her legs in a spiraling pattern, keeping her upright and standing. Clothes like these were so convenient, whatever the circumstances, they provided a nice, private little, tent like, area in which to move freely, with a nice, fun treat at the top.

As she walked from one part of the boat house to the other her eyes went wide as she felt something upon her coming up from below. It took her off guard, it wasn't as if she were an isolated target, there were numerous others here. Alarmed she spilled a little of that liquid that tried to pass itself off as alcohol.

Her first impulse had been to flee, or at least she tried but only managed to get half a step away before she felt snagged on something. Glancing down she saw nothing but noticed that there was some space between the floor boards allowing one to see the beach level below as the building was somewhat elevated.

She could not see anything through those narrow slots and found that several of the other girls had been coming this way. Alarmed, the writer did not know what to do. Again she tried to move but couldn't get out of that spot. Nor could she remove the garment now.

“Hey Bria, isn't it? We're going to do a little dancing in here. This being the largest room and all. Care to join us?”

She shook her head at the blond declining. Even if she wasn't stuck to the spot she wouldn't have danced, at least not with anyone not named Ginger.

Something coiled down her legs, tendrils of some fashion that further secured her to that spot. She was at a lost as to what to do, her eyes flickering around for some sort of escape from all this. Not now, she pleaded internally as others began filing in.

Pausing briefly, hearing the sound of someone else's voice, Slime would take a second to assess the situation and his latest victim's reaction. Not hearing any attempts to get help on her part, or even any efforts to explain what was suddenly happening to her, the creature would take this as a clear sign that he had someone viable on his hands. The only question was, how far could he push things? He could always retreat back under the floorboards, or even into her clothing, for now though, he'd toy with the idea of seeing how long she could remain quiet.

Hearing more people coming into the building, Slime's 'pulse' had he one, would quicken at the perverse delight generated by such a situation. She wouldn't exactly be in the center of the room, but her position near the table hardly had her hidden from the public eye. Not wanting to waste any further time, beginning this delightful game, a thick, wet tendril, like some sort of inhuman sized tongue would come up underneath her and, giving one big, long stroke, he'd give her a nice, noticeable lick along her sex, through her panties, getting his first taste both of her body and her reaction.

She did not ask for help because she knew no one could assist her. In fact by bringing attention to the matter she would only place them in danger as well. She was frantic, and as the music began she rocked back and forth trying to get a better look at whatever had a secure hold on her. To an onlooker she had to have appeared to be swaying in place to the rhythm of the music.

No success at seeing whatever it was below her. She had no idea as to how she was being held in place or even how large the creature was.

“Uhhh ...” a soft moan/gasp that had been consumed by the music both surprised her and had been expected at the same time. Her drink sloshed in her cup coming close to spilling again.

Thankfully there was a table close by that she would try to reach setting down the drink or in a worse case scenario drinking down the foul swill so that there was no chance of it spilling. Wide eyes danced from girl to girl. No one knew her plight or had even been paying her attention at this stage.

But that wasn't always going to be the case. What happened when Ginger arrived? What happened when some of the others grew closer? Again she tested her movement. She was doing nowhere. She was secured in place and while not immobilized she could only take a step in any direction.

It was as if her dress had been caught. There was something familiar about this. No not trying to keep it all together with an audience right there but that tongue sweeping against her still covered sex … that couch, she remembered, only because it stood out as nothing else ignored clothes either removing them in some fashion or dissolving them.

She was not certain that that was the case. She still didn't know exactly what that was either. A couch, a wall, that room. She felt a shiver of fear. If it was that thing she realized that she would be in store for much worse. She was still uncertain, the methods only a hint at what was to come as far as she knew, it was just a tease, or so she hoped as she braced herself for what was to come ...

Hmm... something about this nice, smooth set of legs seemed familiar... but what?... ah! That's right, Couch Girl. Frankly he probably would have gotten it himself, even if he hadn't gotten a glimpse of that image in her mind so soon... well, this changes everything. Now he really had to make an effort to get her to squeal out.

Slowly beginning to caress the tip of a tendril up and down that soft, inviting mound, so nicely hidden (though not very well) beneath those cute little panties of hers, the creature wouldn't hesitate to begin teasing her. It was like a finger stroking back and forth, and whenever it found that tiny, sensitive nub of hers it wouldn't hesitate to give it a little flick before returning to the merciless massage of her sex. For a while, it would simply keep things up, like this, but eventually even Slime would tire of this and move on to more severe treatment.

So far things weren't so bad, sure this thing had stepped up its game, from that initial little lick, keeping a tendril constantly pushing up and down her slit, tormenting her through the fabric of her panties, but it wasn't doing anything worse than that. She could feel slimy appendages slipping and sliding all the way up and down her legs, feeling her up, but it wasn't putting the pressure on too much. It'd give her time enough to adjust, and perhaps it was just as interested in seeing her not make a scene as she was. However, as she felt her underwear slowly slipping down, little tendrils hooking around the top of them and rolling the things ever down, past her knees, all the way to the floor, it would be apparent that this creature was prepared now, to step things up.

Something small would latch onto her clit like a tiny leech, clamping on with a toothless grip that would nonetheless be firm as the thing viciously began to suckle. It'd be intense, as she'd then begin to feel the thing wriggling as it sucked off her precious pearl, but she could tell that something else was planned as a pair of small tendrils now came to her sex, lightly prying the way open for something else to follow...

She could feel it at work, caressing up and down her legs as it rubbed against her covered sex. Biting the inside of her cheek Bria wished that this had been some bad dream, that she had dozed off again and wasn't having one of her sleep paralysis issues.

But she knew that this wasn't the case. She always remembered slipping off. She wished she could now but never before had she done so while in a state of excitement. Nor had duress do anything. She had no control when she slipped off. Her face brightened red in embarrassment, yet no one realized what was going on except for her and that thing.

She doubted it but remained hopeful that it was only going to tease her. No such luck as her panties were shimmied down her thighs. “Ahh ...” she bite down harder on that cheek, her gasp unheard by the others that had been caught up with dancing.

“Not here … not now … please ...” she whimpered. With the low volume of her words combined with the music the only one she could be speaking to was herself. That tendril made it hard to remain silent as it wiggled over her clit. Moisture grew between her thighs, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment and when they reopened some of the girls were close, she could not let out this bliss.

Other tendrils widened her pussy, holding her open for something large. Rocking in place again as she challenged her restraints once again failing to budge them. All she could do was brace for what happened next and expect the worse.

The interior of her cheek suffering as she had to bite down hard in order to quell all but the faintest of whimpers.

Not wanting to be predictable, and not, as such, allowing the hapless young victim the chance to brace herself against what was to come, Slime would treat her not to a large, bulging member, as he sensed her expecting in her mind, but instead to something far more gentle. Spreading her lower lips lightly, she'd be treated to a brief, hot gust, as if someone blowing carefully upon her exposed sex, before receiving a light, almost tickling, slow, continuous licking up and down her smooth, sensitive, pink flesh. Slime had noted that a lot of the creature's on this island could be rather rough and, being used to such treatment, the prey on this remote 'campus' could be quite vulnerable and unused to, a more tantalizing, subtle touch.

The next thing being what felt like a finger, Slime would lightly caress the area immediately around her entrance, teasing her slightly before dipping just a little bit inside her. Wriggling a little bit, this would be the most Slime would willingly give her, the digit carefully withdrawing shortly after. All the while, she'd continue to feel that 'something', like a tiny toothless mouth, suckling on her clit, but it would neither tug on her any further, nor 'pain' her with any harsh or cruel suctions. No, judging from his actions, it would appear this 'thing' that had her wanted to tease her to frustration and desperation.

This invader's appendages would continue to massage and caress up and down the length of her legs, but she could now feel some wet, slimy, formless shape coming up to grope and lightly spread her ass cheeks. Occasionally, ever so often, she'd feel something warm and hard circling and prodding her back entrance, but nothing would plunge into her. Instead, the tendrils around her sex would seem to close, rubbing her lips together before prying open and exposing her once more, only to apparently start her again on an endless cycle as a gentle, hot caressing breath blew against her...

She shuddered not expecting the gentle treatment that followed. Whimpering she realized that before it had been gentle to start with but it had seemed to have other plans. Her eyes pressed closed as she fought against that warmth that engulfed her. From breaths to a light shallow probing with a finger.

There were only a handful of beings here that used a more gentle approach and that had been more effective at the moment. Her evident signs of arousal bloomed, as it played with her sex closing and opening it as it played with her back door now. She gasped again, a little more loudly then she would have liked. In fact this time she had been heard.

“Are you OK?”

Her eyes opened, the face was familiar but no one she knew. Someone she had seen around the campus.

“Y-Yeah … j-just slipped off,” she answered a little breathless. She was well known for her Narcolepsy and sleep paralysis by now.

“You can do that standing up?”

The pleasure continued and she had to bite the inside of her lip to be quiet this time. She nodded and was quick to add “sometimes” when the pleasured ebbed enough to get the word out.

Fortunately that excuse was bought, or at least not questioned much as the girl moved on and the sexual torment continued.

Hearing the brief exchange between Bria and the other girl, the creature decided not to make any more sudden shifts in its attacks, at least, not whilst they were talking. However, if she thought that the thing was planning to let her off easily with that, well...

Reaching the point in that repetitive cycle where those 'fingers' of his dipped lightly into her sex, as the other partygoer that'd approached his victim was leaving, Slime would decide at this point to surprise her, the only warning being a slight tightening of some of the tendrils holding her around the waist. The gentle, and more importantly, little invader to her sex suddenly swelling up, rather than the light prodding into her slit that she'd been experiencing thus far, during the peak of the 'teasing', when the 'finger' was as deep inside her as it'd normally go, she'd find the digit turning into something thick, long and bulbous, forcing its way up into her deepest, tight regions, the tip going all the way up to her cervix in one, single, fluid motion. Her modesty and ability to maintain her composure in public would apparently be no concern to this thing, however it would, after the initial thrust, apparently stop. Holding in place, the thing would seem to do little more than twitch, Slime apparently giving her the chance to regain her composure, as well as possibly explain herself to anyone nearby, granting her a moment or two of reprieve before it began, so tantalizingly slowly, to wiggle and grind inside of her, sliding back and forth an inch or two, deep inside her.

It had ceased for the moment but she was well aware that it would not delay long. In fact as soon as the other student depart she felt something akin to a finger press inside her. “OHH!” She gasped. When someone looked her way she mumbled something as if suddenly remembering something. She was know as a writer with published works and while her cheeks had been a little red she tried to bluff something about characters in her story.

“They can't meet, not until chapter seven I forgot about that scene ...” Like a balloon that finger inflated inside her growing larger and pressing deeper. Slowly pressing inside her, making her quiver in response as her knees shook. It's hold kept her upright as she panted. Juices trickled down her legs, no one had noticed her plight or thought she was just odd.

Thinking she was odd was good. It could keep the others away she hoped. She tried to bite off her moans pressing her lips closed. At least the white make up concealed the red blush that would have otherwise been visible on her cheeks and the music concealed her moans, at least for now.

At one point she tried to mutter an incantation. She was dressed as a goth witch after all. Sure the others would see her as odd but better that then being discovered in such a state. She could only hope that this would finish soon before Ginger got here knowing she wouldn't stay away or before others got to close. She could see some of the dancers, who had not been paying her any real attention, getting closer and thus closer to discovering her secret if she couldn't keep it together.

Not satisfied with how well Bria was managing to evade attention, the Creature began to move slowly inside of her. Tormenting her with gentle movements, that huge member wiggling and writhing as it started to steadily drag itself out, it would gradually begin however, to take her with a more forceful roughness, plunging itself deep back inside, having stopped just short of being all the way out, and beginning the back and forth (though actually upwards and downwards, in this case) fucking motion that was doubtlessly all too familiar to Bria by now.

Little nubs forming all along the length of this thing, the tentacle cock would apparently begin to work hard to force a reaction from her as it began to thrust in and out, twisting, turning, sometimes coiling as it slid and slithered inside of her. Somehow, this creature knew exactly where she was weakest, going for her most sensitive areas and, as the latest track of music changed, the rhythm of this Beasts assault seemed to match the pace and beat of the new 'song', having itself a quite fitting accompaniment, in addition, the somewhat sexual lyrics apparently giving him an almost encouraging spur onward.

Her attempts to bring forth some sort of power would not escape the creature and, whilst encounters with Shokushu students actually possessing such abilities had been rare for him, having at least come across a small group of beginners when he’d been first brought forth to this realm, he wouldn’t be so foolish as to allow such things. Of course, the solution was simple for him and, easily blocking connections in her mind here and there, she would find herself, time and time again, so close to finishing an incantation before, inexplicably, the final words fizzled from her memory. Rendered defenceless, the Beast would seem no closer to granting her reprieve as it continued to screw her there and then on the dance floor, member ploughing in and out of her, a little mouth suckling her clit and, as the torment went on, another tendril rising up to begin prodding, exploring her cute, teeny, tight asshole, before plunging in and beginning to fuck her there too, moving in opposing tandem to the one pounding her sex.

It would soon learn that those incantations had been gibberish, a ruse to fool the other students. She did possess some minor skill with the occult though nothing came close to assisting her. Still she forgot her chain of gibberish and had to begin anew only to find that the process had to be started all over again.

German had been her go to language her for the most part sounding the most harsh of all the languages she knew. ”UGH!!!” She grit her teeth as she felt it growing quicker and rougher inside her. A mouth forming around her clit, sucking against her as she felt the thing reshape inside her, those bumps that pressed against the most sensitive regions of her body.

She grit her teeth and tugged on her dress finding it too secure.

Oh Gawd!!! NOOO!!! Her heart sank as it toyed with her ass before driving inside her. This time she wailed out above the sound of the music loud enough for the two closest dancers to inquire if she was alright.

Well no, she wasn't as the thing pressed within her, moved all about and coiled itself within her all while she had tried to remain as quiet as possible. The pair of students gazed at her, one showed a bit of concern.

“C-Cramps … ahh ...” There was some fuss with getting her to the nurse where she shook her head. “I'll … I'll be fine. J-just need to sit ...” Bad excuse this time, she was unable to move very far.

Again she was asked if she was OK and again she managed to get out she was fine but the dual members were churning up her insides. If the others didn't think she was a little odd before she attempted to kneel on the floor rather then vacate it to look for a better place to sit, fighting now at her wit's end.

Oddly enough, this time, the creature would allow her to sink to her knees, that beautiful dress of hers sprawling out around her with a natural movement that suggested it wasn’t stuck at all. A pool of liquid beginning to pool underneath her, dripping and seeping through the cracks of the rough floor boards, the creature would continue to mercilessly pump away inside her. Its hot, firm warmth being felt inside her, filling every inch of her up, she would begin to feel it squirting something now inside her. Not ejaculate or any other sort of cum, the creature would merely be ensuring her continued moisture and lubrication as it settled in for the long run, neither slowing or halting as it coated the walls of her insides. Another purpose behind its secretions would quickly become apparent though, as a tingling warmth began to rise, beginning to enhance all her pleasure receptors, even the gentle caresses up her sides and thighs beginning to feel intense in their ability to grant her a sense of ecstasy, Slime’s choice of aphrodisiac being a fast acting and powerful one. Not wanting to risk anything at this point, now that he was having so much fun, a little tweak to her mind and he would see her unable to speak any English, those other languages he detected in her fully available, but possibly not understood by anyone nearby.

Taking a knee unable to move from the spot she felt it digging into her. She bite down harder on her cheek feeling something being released inside her. Not cum, no the volume wasn't there as she came to associate the creatures on the island with copious loads.

Moisture dripping down her legs to the floor boards beneath her and then between them. Each touch, each motion generating rippling pleasure as her arousal grew. She moaned trying to remain quite but all sounds diminished as someone said her name across the room as one often zoned out all other noise when their name was spoken.

“Is that Bria girl OK? What's she doing just sitting there?”

She was drawing attention but could do nothing about it. Eyes pressed closed for a moment, hands pressed to the floor boards in an effort to brace herself to what was going on.

“Are you sure you're alight?” Someone asked, the same girl that asked if she OK earlier. She attempted to answer.

“Ja, ja, mir geht es gut.“ Those words came out in German, the last language she was using. The other girl gave her an odd albeit confused look. German wasn't the best dialect for telling someone you were fine, it sounded too harsh as if she were aggreviated.

But the student left and she discovered that she couldn't speak, not English any way. Trying out her languages between moans she found that English was the only one barred to her. Nor was it likely anyone around who understand her now. A lot of girls here spoke more than one language but many more did not and other than Daphnee she didn't know of any that spoke German. Thinking of which Daphnee or any other Prefect showing up would make the situation worse since she could not actually run or hide she would be busted, not that this constant pounding wasn't going to burst her in a different way altogether as she felt her body tighting feeling like a balloon ready to burst.

Leave it to her luck that the music cut out then, that some of the girls had been fussing over the batteries now but it was going to be harder to hold back any sounds. Her inner cheek hurt, she tasted her own blood as her body continued to be churned up.