It was early afternoon at Shokushu, and unusually the demon Steel was awake. He usually prefered to roam around at night when there were more shadows, but today he was hiding in a classroom, completely alert. Today he had a plan.

He'd been sneaking through the shadows in one of the girls' dorms the night before when he saw someone slip a note underneath a dorm room's door. Out of curiosity he stole the note and took a look. It said one of the girl's classes was canceled, because the teacher wasn't feeling well.

So Steel had grinned and crumpled up the note, tossing it into the nearest wastebasket. And now he was waiting in the empty classroom, completely cloaked within the shadows cast by the desks. None of the rooms nearby had anyone in them either- so no one would notice a thing. The girl who lived in that dorm room... "Elise", the note said her name was... would be here soon. And he was ready to have some fun with her.

Well.... Maybe not as soon as he thought.

So he waits. Students are to be promptly in their seats by 10:00. No Elise. Ten minutes roll by. Twenty. Obviously El's never been taught to be on time for her rape dates. It's 11:25 when she finally saunters in, dewy and perfumed from her morning bath. Her hair's been streaked with blue, falling most of the way down her neck. Her uniform's fairly standard, aside from the streaked hair, the handful of buttons pinned to her short skirt, and the obnoxious confidence in her walk. "Sorry I'm late, but a circus bear got loose in the halls and...." She pauses mid-sentence. A brow goes up quizzically as she looks over the room. The door swings shut beside her as her eyes skim over the empty room. "Shit. Field trip day...?"

And meanwhile Steel has nearly fallen asleep. He'd dozed off in the shadows in front of the door, so Elise actually trods on him as she enters. He's not actually material but it still snaps him out of the daze.

The demon looks up at the girl who just entered. Not quite what he'd been expecting, but a sexy little thing, no doubt of that. He'll definitely have fun with her. She doesn't look like a fighter, but after meeting a girl with a spray bottle of holy water and another girl who knew some kind of martial arts, Steel is starting to get cautious. All that emerge from the shadow below Elise are five of his tentacles, which go for a tight grasp around her wrists, ankles and waist.

"Not quite," Steel's low voice replies. "I think we'll be doing hands-on study today." He snickers at his lame joke.

She just storms right on into the room, completely oblivious to anything in her way... and her right foot cracks the invisible demon directly in the ribs... It's not like she could have known he was there or anything, right? So she trips. Her body goes sprawling forward - bright blue eyes go wide - and a frightened shout bursts from her lips, "Oh fuck me!" She couldn't be more prophetic if she tried.

And just as she's about to take a serious faceplant into the hard, sharp corner of a desk, her guardian angel decides it's time to intervene. She's caught, caught by something invisible as air but strong as steel. And suddenly, it's like she's caught in a moment out of time, like that old cliche of your life passing before your eyes. Her body jerks forward - small but pert breasts jiggling as she's forced to an immediate stop - her face mere inches from the blunt edge of the desk, her wrists jerked forcibly behind her back and bound together. Her back is caught in a sharp arch: paused catlike, mid-fall. Her breasts are pushed downward, her buttocks arched upward, and her spread feet are suspended a mere inch off the ground, low enough that she could stretch her toes to touch the floor if she had the desire. A force, heavy and thick like a weight belt, keeps her stabilized, caught in the moment, and for the split second, all she can do is stare in shock, her eyes like saucers, her pretty pink mouth agape.

Bile rises in her throat, her stomach jarred by the trip and then the sudden mid-air halt. Her eyes dart left and right, her mind still catching up to her body. Did someone just say something? Her mind works to desperately process the language.

Elise's "guardian angel" (ha) lets out a breath as he catches her. Geez, that almost turned out really annoying. It's not like he cares that much about the girl's wellbeing, but he's got no interest in screwing a girl who's unconscious or dead. Yeah, he's an asshole.

Steel melts up out of the shadows, regaining his physical and visible body and standing behind Elise's suspended body. "If you're done trying to kill yourself..." he says with dark amusement. The leathery black tentacles that hold the petite girl rotate her around so that she faces the demon, pale-skinned and muscular, with five more tentacles emerging from his back as if waiting for instructions. "Hello there, Elise. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He waits now, to see exactly how she's going to react to being captured by a demonic being. Will she freak out and cry for help? Snarl at him and demand to be released? Steel looks forward to finding out.

The immediate response is shock. Jackpot, Steel! The fish you've caught is a virgin to the extracurriculur pastime of demon rape, and the way she's staring at that huge rod dangling between his legs - a mixture of girlish, curious awe and absolute revulsion - that might not be the only thing she's virgin to. So she works on rationalizing this, her eyes locked stupidly on the rough musculature of the monster, like a cobra trapped in a song. Could it be an acid flashback? A dream? Maybe one of those intense and terribly cathartic revelations you catch here and there in Buddhist scripture? Her muscles are aching already from being suspended in this porn star pose, suspended against gravity's will, her body moving subtly now, readjusting instinctually to ease the muscles- smooth thighs working the little leverage they have within the tight restraint of tentacles, the scandalous little skirt lifting to expose more cream skin, bearing a flash of panties here and there. Her eyes are slowly darkening as she begins to run out of rationalization, but they're still unable to lift above the immediate terror of his body, unable to match eyes. And still no words come from her dry mouth, swallowing rough and nervous.

A wide grin slowly stretches across the demon's face, showing off his slightly sharp teeth. Steel leers openly at the helpless girl wriggling in his tentacles' grasp. He's tired of delaying now, she's kept him waiting long enough. The tentacles hold her still but he walks forward and puts his hands on her body. One hand slides up her squirming thigh, lifting that tiny skirt as he makes his way to her hip. The other brushes roughly over one pert breast, then goes to the buttons of her uniform blouse. One by one he uses a sharp claw to slice the buttons away, letting them drop to the floor below. "Nothing to say?" Steel snickers tauntingly.

((btw, thought you might like one of these- http://i11.tinypic.com/82aqloz.gif http://i8.tinypic.com/6kztc0j.gif ))

She smells like sex and panic and shame. She lets out a low, humiliated moan as his hands slide up her body, cringing instinctively away. But his hands are strong and masculine, and they send sparks through her body, flesh pinkening at the warm touch, even as her nipples perk from the sudden cold on her bra.

"God... please... don't..." her mind panicked, cracked, making the shame all the worse. A tear, dribbled down her chin, now dangles precipitously against gravity.

(I want to play with your monster ship too, btw)

Steel smirks at the terrified responses he's getting from Elise. Now that her blouse has been opened, he slips his hands back up her belly and over her breasts, rubbing them rhythmically through her bra. His fingertips brush over her hardening nipples, back and forth harder each time.

"Poor thing." A tentacle reaches back and grabs a chair, and Steel pulls it to himself and sits down. Elise is moved forward until she rests in his lap, still bound by his tentacles, resting on top of his hard, hot erection. Even through their clothes she can feel it pulse between her legs. As he continues to stroke her breasts he smiles evilly at her. "You must be new to this. Don't worry, Elise. I'm going to be very careful..."

(sounds good! haven't played enough with him yet. sorry it took so long to get back!)

((No problem. It happens sometimes. And I'm so down for some spaceship action. Wherever and whenever. My agent's profile should be in the ADD forum somewhere))

The tentacles sling her around like a rag doll, the extensions whipping fluidly around her. Her wrists are pulled smoothly over her back and together, her shoulders pulled backwards, pulling her spine into an ecstatic arch, palms held apart. Momentarily, her face is pulled up against his, hers big blue pools of shame, his cruel steel and shame. The tentacle around her waist lifts her easily. It grazes her first against the mushroom tip of his cock, clearly defined even through the fabric of his slacks, eliciting a gasp from her as the tip just gently traces the length of her slit, pressing the already moist fabric of her panties into her sex. Her fingers clench against her palms, eyes alighting with a brief flash of lust before she registers, quickly darting her head away. There's not much room for her to wiggle, so she just bows her head against his shoulder, lips nearly touching flesh in a kiss.

And he just keeps rubbing her nipples while her body slides down the top of his cock. Sore, sensitive, from being fondled through the bra, her pink nips stand at attention, her whole breasts sending impulses racing through her body. So she straddles his cock, the cheeks of her ass spread on the huge shaft, school skirt lifted tented on the tip of his prick. Her legs are pulled forward, thighs flush against his sides, her ankles lashed against the rear legs of the chair. Her tight, taut stomach pressed flat against his defined core, arched back to leave suitable room for him to play with her breasts. For a moment she's quiet, overwhelmed by the sensations. But it's quick, and then her head is lifted over his shoulder, attention turned to the door, eyes scanning the window. "HELP! SOMEONE COME IN HERE! I'M BEING ATTACKED!"

(So, I'm not sure exactly what you wanted with the positioning. facing away/from him, whether you wanted her actually sitting on the head of his erection or wedged between his erection and his body, or what, so, feel free to change anything in that regard )

(what you've got looks good! I'm usually easygoing about the little stuff like that. and do you want to start the ADD post, or should I? )

Steel grins and closes his eyes briefly, reveling in the feel of the girl's body as she's forced to grind down his cock. It comes to rest between her rear cheeks, warm and hard through his slacks. He'll have to dispose of this unnecessary clothing soon. Then Elise starts screaming, and he decides to deal with her first. The demon mutters a sentence in a long forgotten tongue, pointing at the door behind them. That spell will keep any sound from reaching out into the hallway. He doesn't want to be interrupted after all.

Now for the clothing. Steel starts with Elise's bra, tearing the straps one by one with his demonic strength. The unwanted garment is quickly tossed aside and Steel's hands return to her now revealed breasts, rubbing and pinching rougher than before. Meanwhile he uses a pair of spare tentacles to pull his pants down, just enough to let his cock slide out and bounce against her ass again. Only a single layer of cloth separates the two now....

((I thought you'd forgotten me for a minute there! You can start the ADD scene, but if you really don't want to, I wouldn't mind starting at all))

Her breasts pop free, already pert and tense from the rough fondling through the bra. Round, baby pink nipples stand at attention, tender and sore. A moan slips from her lips, her head turned to the side in shame. "You fucking monster...." she growls... She can feel the heavy definition of his muscle, pressed against her quivering little frame, the sadistic and confident curve of her lips. What makes it even more humiliating is, this is the kind of body she'd get wet over - arrogant, chiseled, predatory masculine. Her heart races, her body a nervous, warm wreck, cradled against flesh, the tentacles handling her against the monster.

Juices flow between her legs, unintentional. There's only one layer of fabric between them, and he can feel her sex, lusty-hot, soaked to her little cotton panties, hips bumped against his, ass cheeks wrapped around his shaft like a bun around a hot dog.

(okay! I'll probably start it tomorrow. have to call it a night before much longer tonight.)

"Exactly right, little girl." Steel looks like he took that as a compliment. He groans low in his throat at the feel of her sex rubbing against him. "Oh, but you are enjoying this, aren't you? Just look at how ready you are..." One hand leaves her breasts to slide down into her panties. He flicks lightly at her clit, then forcefully pushes two fingers into her pussy, curling them inside of her.

His other hand finds her nipple, tweaking it roughly and rolling it between finger and thumb. As for the other peak.... Steel's tentacles bend Elise back a bit, just enough for him to lean forward and capture that nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, flicking his tongue over it at the same time. For someone who only seems concerned with his own pleasure, the demon seems to have experience giving it to others....

"Mmmnnn...." A soft moan parting her lips, half shame-half desire, passioned breaths into the muscle of Steel's shoulder, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Her body's responding more than she'd ever let herself admit. A fireball of sexual insecurity and desire in a sexy girl costume, that's El. She gasps as his fingers force their way into her, teasing her clit, a strum of hot passion serpentining its way through her nerves.

"pleasedon'tpleasedon'tpleasedon't...." murmured against hot flesh, like a mantra, interrupted for brief, unintentional moans, whimpers - mouth wet on his arm, her sex canal soaking down his fingers, tightening around them. She doesn't want this, she really doesn't. Her mind knows this, but her body, sexually frustrated, unused, yields at his touches. And she can feel him pulse between her legs, her panties pushed hastily to the side, skin flush to skin.

God damn, is this girl ever responsive. Picking her out is the best decision Steel's made for weeks. His fingers play with Elise without pause, stroking and pinching and teasing her to the edge. He draws them out roughly and licks her juices away, smirking. "I think you're just about ready now, hmmmm? I won't make you wait any longer."

The demon shifts his hips under hers. His cock slides along her sex, then the tip bumps against her clit before settling and nudging at her lower lips. Those strong hands tear her panties to shreds in an instant, tossing the scraps aside. They grip her hips hard, almost but not quite enough to leave a mark. And he pulls her down slowly, agonizingly, letting her feel every last inch of his thick cock as it pushes into her tight pussy.