The delicate cup brushed against gray lips just long enough for a small sip, then returned smoothly to its saucer. Steel sat back in the plain metal chair and frowned slightly. Once again, her tea had grown cold before she could finish it, and nothing of real interest was happening today. Her eyes slid around the room, wistfully stopping at the permanent things along the walls to remember the girl's she had originally punished with them.
Fond memories were interrupted by the faintest tugging at the back of her skull. With a sigh, her head rolled back over her shoulders to spill gray hair over the back as her mind raced out in all directions, feeling over the traps she'd laid near the furnace she laired beside. Nearly-invisible webs, spun like a spider's, stood across hallways in all directions, waiting for someone to wander into them. From those, tiny lines ran along the floor in both directions and back up to the now-dangling hair on her head. Something had tugged one of the warning lines, and she intended to find out what was wandering about and interrupting her tea.

With slow, swift strides, her feet created only the slightest of sounds as she walked along the darkened corridors. Her glinting red eyes shimmered withint he dark, casting not a glow, but an eerie shine as she surveyed the many corridors under the school. Exactly why the demoness had chosen this place to wander, only god knew, whether by bordeom or mere daring. The urge arised that she should wander the basement for at least one night. With her robes billowing behind her like some black mist, ebony skin blended well with the darkness, allowing not even the brightest light perhaps to break her camoflauge.

"How deep does this place go down," she whispered to herself, eyes shining red again at the faintest hint of light as she peered down a long corridor, pointed ears perked for the slightest of sounds.

Those red eyes shown beneath the lids of the alien's. The demoness was wandering directly towards one of her outer webs, apparently unaware of its presence. The filaments hanging in the air would have shone in light, but there was little in the corridor to illuminate them.
A dark grin creased the gray woman's lips. The chair warped and curled beneath her, becoming four thin metal limbs that bent and tapped along the floor to flip Steel around on them. The balls of her more natural feet settled into the ground as she crouched. With a spring she was off on six limbs, clambering smoothly halfway up a wall as she rounded the first corner. The four hooked feet clicked softly on the concrete walls of the basement as they skittered forward, heralding the spider's coming. If the students wouldn't come entertain her, she'd settle for what prey she could manage to ensnare.

Halted almost immiediately, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling up as her eyes shut from one wall to the next, and then, turning halfway, she looked down the corridor behind her. So sure that she had heard the faintest hints of footsteps. Her pointed ears flicked once, and then lowered gently as she heaved a slow sigh. Quite bravely continuing on up the corridor with her robes billowing behind her until for one moment, she felt something snag. She stopped again, pulling, but to no avail in freeing her robe from an invisible grip. Pulling even harder, she tripped up and sent herself falling back. Tendrils lashing from her wrists to stop her fall, and yet whne they plunged into concrete with the chime of metal and stone, she stopped short, the tendrils slack in their length. Puzzled, taking a moment to realize what was happening, she again rolled around for a moment and tried to move, her left arm locked in an invisible thread, pushing into her skin painfully.

"What in the," she stopped short and tugged again, only serving to snare herself even more helplessly. Her eyes flashing red as she thrashed about madly, locking her free arm and her legs quite effectively.

The gray woman came crashing around the corner with all eight limbs clattering across the roof of the hallway. Her form shot along the smooth concrete towards her struggling quarry and halted suddenly a scant two meters from the demoness. Hands and feet peeled off the roof first, followed by the long, thin limbs, to drop her standing before the web. With a snap of fingers, the filaments flashed into an eerie gray light that washed over the flowing fabric caught in the sticky strings of the web. Steel's eyes widened in anticipation, the yellow-green reflecting behind gray around an outline of the trapped one.
"My my oh my, what a tasty little fly. All that thrashing just adds more time for you to be trapped in that web of mine." Her lips curled in a gruesome grin as the four legs lifted her feet from the ground and drew her cautiously forward. Her hands reached out and delicately brushed the ebony skin beneath robes at her cheeks. "Now then my sweet, tell me, are you a friend or a treat?"

The demoness gave another helpless squirm as she tugged at her bonds. Tendrils lashing about wildly, trying to find a suitable gripping to try and pull herself out of the tangle, and yet it only made her situation that much worse. Heaving a sigh, annoyed and confused, her tendrils retreated back into her wrists. The sudden rush of sound making her ears perk, turning her head wildly side to side as she searched for the source, only to be blinded by the bright gray light. Eyes squinted and blinded, the cat like slits of her eyes narrowing tightly as she tried to adjust her vision, only to be graced by a sight she'd rather not have seen. She did not scream. No screaming was for the little human girls, making a sound of disapproval, more for her own part.

"No more a friend than the last to be caught in this web?" she asked with a mocking grin, pulling firmly once again at the taut webbing.

Gray hands clapped once, sliding away from ebon cheeks as they did, and the smile broadened on Steel's lips. "A treat so sweet and delectably petite. Though I fear I may grow dour if you turn out to be sour," she rhymed. A small laugh slipped from her lips as her hands once more reached for the demoness, this time settling over her chest and feeling about curiously through the robe above it. Strong fingers groped and prodded at the flesh beneath, rolling and squeezing the demoness' breasts once she could discern their form.
"Now then, let's see, is that anger I taste? Come here, give it up, don't let it go to waste." The four spider legs holding the gray woman reached one after another onto the web, picking their way delicately on the few strands not made to stick, and pulled her tightly close to Onisha. Hands pressed deeper at the soft flesh beneath them and the yellow eyes squinted their own slits as they focused on the close red. "How does it feel to be my feast, as if you were naught but some human beast?"

The demoness gave one quick squirm, feeling those hands slip over her petite breasts amidst that little riddle. Her eyes going wide with sudden fury, trying to thrash let again, tendrils swiftly lashing out at the creature poising over her. Quite a defiant little thing indeed, glaring angrily with eyes alight within the darkness, trying yet again to force herself out of the web with sheer mad fury.

Laughter echoed down the hall like scattering glass. The gray woman swayed back on the rocking web as the demoness thrashed helplessly against it, dodging away from what little give she was allowed.
"I knew it was true. Just look at you, raging and caught, though you know it's for naught. Now it seems to me you can properly see just what horror we bring to those little pink things," she said in a playful meter. Her hands flicked and danced, trailing new web as they went, to solidify the hold on Onisha's wrists and ankles. Once she'd finished, her fingers dove again for her breasts, this time seeking under the robes and spreading them briefly across the web to expose the body beneath before returning to the soft ebony flesh hungrily. A new tendril, cold and flat like a band of metal, curled away from her back and reached slowly towards her prey.

The demoness gave the other a confused look, blinking several times at her. "You're mad," she stated, baring teeth as she again lashed at the woman with the black tendrils, striking with a dozen lashes with every flicker of the oily black lengths. Her eyes went wide again as the hands sought a way into her robes. Giving an enraged growl as she fought still more, forced into a spread eagle, tugging futily still at the bonds. Although amongst her little fit, her eyes turned up and fell on the band of metal arching from the other creature's back, looking both frightened and bewildered only to cause the demoness to fight that much more fruitively.

A grin began to crease the alien's lips as the band arched gradually towards the demoness' exposed slit.
"Mad, you say? I jus-" Her words caught off sharply as the black tendrils stuck home against her hardened skin. Every fiber and molecule of her being froze entirely for a full second, then slowly came back to life in a growing shudder that trembled the web fiercely. A deep, harsh moan of pleasure followed the shudder, which itself grew until her legs gave way and dropped her in a heap at the feet of her prey. The tremors subsided, and the four long legs reached out to lift Steel back up to face Onisha.
"Now that's something I never thought I'd gain. It seems I've been to long without the pleasure of pain. But let me apologize, oh guest dear, it seems I interrupted your impending fear."

The sudden shudder made the demoness' brow perk up, blinking several times as the woman moaned and fell into a heap. Curious, she thought. A sheepish grin crossing her lips as she watched, as the creature composed herself. Again placed back at square one. Her arms bulged gently once again as she tried with al her might to break away at the bonds. Pulling her arms closer to herself, the black talon like nails of her finger tips flexing and glimmering in the gray light. Pulling herself until there was a loud rip, and the robes which hightlighted her slender form so well tore at the shoulders. Bringing herself up to smash her forehead square into the creature's face, lashing once again with her tendrils as red rose thorn like barbs sprouted along their lengths. Winding tightly along the alien's form. "Let me go," she said calmly, staring behind a veil of crimson hair.

Steel's head snapped back with the force of the blow, yellow blood blooming from her nose. The barbed tendrils drew more pin-pricks of welling vitae across her bare skin as they struck. Moments later, another deep moan flowed from the gray woman's lips, and her head lolled forward again. Her eyes had hazed slightly with pleasure, and her grin was now a broad smile.
"Harder, harder, harder, harder! Take it deeper, take it farther!" The band of metal curled on itself, forming a tapered cylinder, and plunged hard into the demoness' bare slit. Gray hands snapped out again to dig at the soft black skin over her breasts and push her back towards the torn cloak that protected that part of her from the web. "The more you bleed, the more I feed."

The look on Onisha's face mingled with disgust and slight horror. So often most she encountered recoiled at such a thing, won't have wanted nothing more than to brutalize her into oblivion. Yet this creature got off on it? So much was her shock she hadn't noticed the tapered metal shaft until it plunged into her depths. Making her cringe at the chill and sudden penetration, flexing her insides around it as the barbed tendrils around the woman tightened their grip, tearing a little deeper into the flesh of the alien. Her breasts molested and grasped by the cruel hands, she had to grit her teeth to force herself from making a sound. Far from being as weak as those little girls, her shoulders pressed up into the hands. Trying forcefully to push the creature off of her, pulling once more tightly at her bonds. "Harder?" she asked, slightly startled.

The gray woman shuddered and moaned again as the thorns dug further at her skin. The tendril turned and thrust smoothly into the demoness, drilling at her slit, and another unfurled itself from her back. It began to curl in on itself to match the shape of the first and dropped low, angling itself at the other entrance to the darker being.
"Hhaaarrrdddeeerrr," she hissed. Her fingers dug deep into the flesh and refused to yield the slightest distance. The four legs clattered and resettled themselves to raise Steel's face up close to Onishas, then her hands suddenly released their hold in an attempt to let her forehead crash once more on her own nose.