The girls hadn't realized that they had a spectator to the game. A dark-winged demon had been hiding in a tree not far away, watching them play- or rather, watching their boobs bounce and their asses wiggle as they ran across the field. One of the girls in particular had caught his eye, so he hoped he'd get a chance to run into her later.

As the game drew to a close, Steel melted into the shadows and slithered past the girls into the locker room. Three of them came in at once, changing their clothes and leaving without ever stopping their cheerful chatter. But Steel just waited for the fourth girl to come in...

And soon she did. As she began to undress, Steel crept closer to her from the wall behind her. In an instant he attacked, several black leathery tentacles seemingly coming out of the wall as they tried to wrap around her arms and legs.

Soon all of the tentacles had been wrapped around one of the girl's limbs. They pinned her to the cool concrete, pressing her large breasts against her chest and leaving her tight rear end sticking up just a bit. Now that she was helpless, Steel decided to emerge and greet her.

As Christine looked behind her, she saw a pale form emerge from the shadows on the wall, as if it were walking through the wall to arrive there. The ten tentacles that tied her down stretched up and around and came out of his back, at the shoulderblades. The demon grinned down at Christine as she writhed on the ground. "Chris, was it?" he asked cheerfully, as if he didn't have her captive and half-dressed on the floor at his feet. "Is that short for Christine? Pleased to meet you. My name is Steel."

"Ah, poor dear," Steel replied tauntingly. "Let me help you with that." His tentacles lifted Christine off of the ground, also loosening their grips a bit. "I wouldn't want to hurt you. It's just that some of the young women I've met here are so rude. Some even tried to attack me! Can you imagine? What is this school teaching them, I ask you."

As he teased the girl, his tentacles continued to move over her skin. Two of them slipped into her sports bra and wrapped around her full breasts, and one slid into the back of her mesh shorts and between her rear cheeks. The rest merely held her in the air as the demon walked closer.

(OOC: *laugh!* yeah, Steel can be a real jerk sometimes. )

The tentacle that rested between her buttocks caressed her almost gently, and the ones around her breasts brushed over her nipples. Abandoning the conversation, Steel reached out and neatly tore the sports bra away from Christine, leaving her clad only in shorts.

"Very nice," the demon said, putting his hands over the girl's firm mounds and rubbing them roughly. His palms roughed against her nipples repeatedly as he groped her. Another tentacle slid around her thigh and began to rub against her groin, where the shorts covered her sex.

The tentacles at Christine's crotch hooked into her shorts and panties, gradually pulling them down her thighs. Steel removed the tentacles on her legs one at a time, and eventually he was able to get her shorts and underwear off of her without releasing her legs. Now the girl was naked, legs spread before him.

He moved forward, coming to the bench the girl had been resting on earlier. His tentacles set her down on the bench with one leg on either side, and he sat in front of her and looked down at her with a grin. His hands went back to her breasts, pinching and tugging at her nipples. "Don't worry, Christine," he said, "I'll make sure this is good for you too."

Steel responded to Christine's glare with a cocky smirk. "Oh really?" he replied. "I think I'll have to take that as a challenge. But first..."

The demon glanced across the room. He hadn't come prepared so he'd need something to- aha, there. The locker room hadn't been cleaned up completely and a few items were left on the floor nearby. One of them was a long jump rope that Steel grabbed with a free tentacle. He pushed Christine down so she was lying flat on her back, then pulled her wrists and ankles underneath the bench.

It took several minutes of tying and rearranging his tentacles- especially with the girl struggling as much as she was- but soon Steel had succeeded. Christine's hands and feet were bound together, trapping her on the bench with her back arched erotically. Now his tentacles hovered above her as he leaned over her and stroked her large breasts again. "Now we're ready. I'm going to show you just how 'good' I can be."

Steel scowled and wiped the spit off his face. It seemed Christine had finally succeeded in making him mad. "That mouth is going to get you into trouble," he snapped. "Let me take care of it for you." A tentacle moved to her face and pushed at her mouth unrelentingly- as soon as she gave it the chance it would slip in.

Meanwhile the demon began to work over her body more forcefully. His hands groped and pinched her breasts, and his lips fastened over one nipple and sucked hard. Two tentacles ran up and down the girl's sides gently, and another stroked at her now bare pussy. It ran up and down her lips, brushing at her clit with each pass, but didn't yet slide inside her.