Airi was settled into bed, covers drawn snugly about her as if their thin material was a barrier between herself and the nightmares. She had yet to close her eyes for longer than a blink, unable to stare down the images that might as well have been pasted on the inside of her eyelids they were so vivid. Her gaze traveled around the bland walls of her room, their very ordinariness denying that anything horrific could ever have happened within them. But it did, she thought. It was in this room- my room. Even the flicker of indignant rage that that thought inspired wasn't enough to insulate her against the lingering horror. Giving up, she threw off the covers, pulled on a light robe of red silk to cover her creamy nakedness, and slipped out of her dormitory.

Taking a deep breath of the sweet night air, feeling the cool grass beneath her bare feet, Airi began to feel a bit more like herself again. Drawing the robe closer about herself, she stole across the lawn to the outdoor gardens kept by the plant biology students, trying to find her peace of mind in the serene, deserted beds of exotic plants.

The pain is there again, almost like a dagger being slowly driven into his chest. It's clear what this means, his body is overloaded with the energies he has collected from raping students here and it's almost ready to expand once more. His powers always shifting and growing due to his nature. One day it will stop but for now he is on the hunt for more prey. As luck would have it, he spies almost the perfect prey or so it seems. A young and attractive girl, leaving her room and making her way outside. Of course she has no idea the invisible predator is stalking her every movements. Almost like a spirit, he looms over her waiting for his chance. For now he follows. Curious where she is going so late at night wearing so little.

Once she exits the building he allows his wings to unfold and extend, stiff and sore from being folded up so long indoors but out here he can bring his full power to bear. Of course that doesn't mean he'll take his eyes off her, oh no. He follows her still until she enters the gardens, their exotic beauty only seems to add to her own as if the scene is perfect for him. Like she is an offering to please him.

Trouble Sleeping?

The voice seems to be in her head, like her own thoughts given voice. It's impossible to tell where it came from and as far as she can see, she is alone. Maybe the lack of sleep really is effecting her, or all the rape having an effect on her mind.

Airi paused her midnight stroll beside a beautifully carved gazebo, her ice-blue eyes roaming over the serene retreat, sitting amid a ring of black orchids, apparently altered by some ambitious student to become night-blooming along with the expected blossoms of moonflowers climbing up the pillars of the gazebo. The place seemed a centerpiece in the garden's arrangement, somehow more alive than its surroundings. Soothed by the feeling, Airi entered the construct, each step revealing a daring flash of shapely thigh through the slit in her form-hugging robe.

Once inside, Airi stopped in front of an ornately worked stone table placed squarely in the middle of the building. It held her calculating gaze for a moment, her eyes traveling over the reliefs worked into the stone. It had an almost... altar-like quality to it, she mused.

Too tired to continue puzzling over something so inconsequential, she seated herself on the table to enjoy the night garden. The silken material of her robe fit her like it was giving her a familiar caress, gapping just enough to allow any observer to fantasize about what lay beneath. Seated on the stone table, she looked very much like an offering to the darkness and whatever hid within it.

Trouble sleeping? The thought didn't fit, ringing harshly in her mind and dispelling the peace of the night. Unmoving for the moment, Airi raked the area around herself with her gaze, looking for any hint of where the intruder was. If it wasn't between her and the school... A part of her laughed at the thought. She hadn't escaped a single attacker yet, what made her think this was her lucky night?

It's almost too perfect, chances like these don't come too often. It's almost perfectly suited to his needs and nature, the night sky cloaking his body. The open area with little place to hide or run. No one here to help her. Her clothing won't offer much protection against him. Least not for long. As she climbs upon the stone it's like she is an offering to please him, like the humans of old used to leave sacrifices to try to please the demons and make them leave them be. It worked, most of the time.

He quickly closes the gap between them until he is towering over her like a hunter poised to pounce upon his prey. But he waits a few moments, allowing himself to take her all in, admiring her shapely body poorly hidden by the form hugging robe that seems to be everything it can to leave her legs exposed. As she is pondering where the creature may be or if she can escape, he seems to answer her question as a hand seems to run up along her ankle and upwards along her smooth soft skin upon her leg. Of course there is nothing there, almost like her own mind is playing tricks upon her. Her fears giving birth to something else.

At once something grabs her wrist and pushes her back down onto the stone table. Pinning them above her head as she can almost feel the creature's body pressed against hers. Keeping her in place as it seems to be admiring it's catch.

You humans. You always seem to walk into these encounters. You never stop to think what lays outside your little world and that is why my kind has become so powerful. You stopped believing and now you will suffer the price of your ignorance. You will entertain me for tonight

A line of tingles, almost like static, played over her skin, making her shudder even before she felt a hand slide from her ankle up to the satin skin of her thigh. Eyes wide and staring determinedly, she could see nothing there. She knew there was something there, but no amount of willpower would reveal it to her sight.

"Leave me alone damnit!"

Almost as soon as her outburst left her mouth, she felt her wrists caught in one massive hand and was dragged by them to be pinned flat to the unyielding surface of the altar. She kicked out blindly, not knowing if she would hit anything but knowing that if there was anything in the way of her kicks, she would hit solidly; the muscles in her shapely legs weren't there for show.

Panting angrily, ebony hair disheveled around her seething expression, she snapped back, "I refuse to spend my life cringing around something too cowardly to show itself when it has its prey pinned. You want entertainment? You obviously have hands; go fuck yourself."

Her kicks do seem to connect with something, giving her an idea where he is but they seem to have little effect. His skin is rock hard and smooth almost like metal but it feels softer and warm against her own skin. Almost like a natural armour and it's clear he has above human strenght. Of course her actions and protests seem to bring about a response from her attacker.

Such a mouth on you. No wonder the others can't keep their hands off you

Her attitude and attempts to fight him off only seem to drive him further towards his goal in mind. It's far more enjoyable to break a strong willed girl such as this, he is going to enjoy this one, that's for sure. He can almost already picture it in his head. With no need for his "cloak" he suddenly becomes visible against her, his head leaning in so close to her that it would suddenly fill her vision. His body jet black like the darkness that surrounds her, the only colour from his red eyes that seem to glare into her own. His wings almost folded around her cutting off her exits from the sides.

His hand upon her leg grips the front of her rope and tears it open. The flimsy item of clothing barely offers any resistance at all as her body is left exposed beneath him.

It seems to me you wanted this, coming here so poorly dressed. It's almost as if you expected this to happen...

Seeing the demon looming over her, so intimately invading her personal space, it was sheer reflex for Airi to flatten herself further against the stone, inadvertently displaying her charms to further advantage as her robe gapped a little more. Cradled in the obscene embrace of his wings, forced to stare into the face of a monster evidently unfazed by her attack, Airi felt naked even while her robe covered her.

Then it was gone, long, cruelly clawed hands tearing the garment away from her and leaving her bare under the gloating gaze of the monster. Fury roared through her at his indelicate suggestion, and she sneered in return, "The psychologists would love you, you're a like a textbook example come to life. 'I think what you're wearing is inappropriate, so you obviously wanted to be raped'- which is impossible, by the way. Did you ever think I just didn't want to bother dressing for a short wal-" Airi's rant stopped short as her indignation subsided enough for her to processed the first thing he'd said, a comment she'd mostly ignored.

No wonder the others can't keep their hands off you.

I didn't think they spoke to each other... The sudden image, of her past attackers sitting and gloating about their exploits, danced before her inner eye before she summoned her willpower and dismissed it as ridiculous. She couldn't imagine most of those creatures cooperating- that many arrogant, controlling personalities couldn't survive in the same space. "How do you know about that? Fancy yourself well-connected, do you?" she asked derisively.

Spirited is one word to describe her, most of the students react to the monsters with fear or confusion or just shock, while this one seems to be trying her best to annoy her would be rapist. Maybe it's a defence mechanism to help her deal with it but it's doing her no favours. If anything it's just fuelling his desire for it, just to pay her back for being such a nuisance.

If there was any hint her words were getting to him, he does little to show it as his expression is almost impossible to read and he seems happy enough to explore her body like she was just some trophy on display for him. His hand now wandering towards her breasts. Running a finger along the gentle curves of one before he wraps his hand around it and gives it a sharp squeeze as she talks.

I don't need to talk to anyone to know you'd be raped a few times. I bet your popular with them, they must all know your good for a test run

He responds with his own mocking tone and sentences, seeking to humiliate her further perhaps or simply distract her. It's clear he isn't going to charm her and perhaps is enjoying her defiance, making it all the more fun to have his way with her no matter how hard she tries to stop him.

Rather than getting angry or distracted by her continued verbal abuse, the monster seemed more than willing to simply continue to make lewd comments as he idly fingered her breasts, the full orbs pressing rhythmically, almost invitingly, against his hand with her quick, angry breathing. His reply was enough to make the Finnish girl's blood boil, her angry blush clearly visible in her cheeks. "'Test run'?" she sneered. "I think you're underestimating your competition if you call what they do a test run."

Her eyelids lowered for a moment, shuddering as unwanted memories resurfaced. When she opened her eyes again, it was as if she had drawn strength from them, as if recalling what she had already survived bolstered her in the face of this new trial. The feel of the demon's hands wandering over her sensitive breasts was distracting her more than a little, each taunting stroke of his fingers getting to her just a little more than the last.

Haunted eyes glared up at the red-glowing ones, and she twisted and kicked out again, this time aiming for the demon's groin. She had no hope of getting away, but she had never been a graceful loser. "Keep your hands off of me, you overgrown excuse for a bat!"

Luckily (For him anyway) her kicks miss their mark but they do prove a point that she cannot be left to her own devices. Clearly she needs to be broken in before he can trust her to be able to move so freely. With care he pulls her robe out from under her, rolling her onto her stomach and pinning her so her breasts are pressed against the cold stone surface of the altar like table she is on. The sound of fabric tearing comes from behind as he uses her clothing to bind her hands together above her head.

Next he wraps the fabric around her ankles, with some difficulty, wrestling with her to keep her still while he works until it's wrapped around both her ankles. He flips her again like she was some toy before he tugs on the fabric around her ankles tying them both on the sides of the table so that her legs are spread open and apart. Before she may try to escape or pull herself free, he quickly grabs her hands and pulls them back up until she is laying flat upon the table with her hands above her head, before he ties the fabric around her wrists to the table.Now it's almost like she is an offering in some ritual in the position she is in, laid out flat upon the altar like table.

Of course the final touches is to tie the last of the fabric around her mouth so she cannot talk. Taking away her own weapon it seems against him.

Now, let's see if you can learn to behave...

Airi didn't let the demon bind her quietly by far; she kicked and twisted and bit and screamed her outrage every inch of the way, the only result of her struggles being that her breath was coming in short, angry puffs from behind the gag muffling her voice.
She only tugged at her bonds once: once was enough to feel that they were secure, and that knowledge sent deeply unwanted heat writhing through her belly like a nest of sadistic snakes as her extremely vulnerable position and his domineering persona worked on her. She could feel the honey glistening wetly on the petals of her sex, her cheeks going red with humiliation and anger as she felt the insistent heat gnawing at her will. It was disgusting, that she could want something like that thing, even in her basest of selves- but her basest self was eager, and was insistently wearing away at the persona that Airi considered herself.

Rather then give into his desires, he chooses to instead prolong the moment. Allowing her to struggle in vain as he watches her. Spread out before him almost begging for him to rape her and yet there is nothing she can do to stop him. He extends a finger, running it along her wet slit painfully slow. As his finger moves, suddenly jolts of electricity leave his fingertips and run through her body. It's most powerful at her clit and pussy, sending sudden jolts running through her aroused body. At first it may be uncomfortable, but how long will her body last before it grows to enjoy such rough treatment. If it isn't already.

Your already wet. Your begging for it now. A perfect offering to your Master

He chooses his words carefully, if she is aroused at him being so controlling. Then referring to himself as her Master will only make her think of the Master/Slave role and where she is in. As of now, she is no longer a student, she is just his plaything until he sees fit to let her go.

I'll make you beg for more... By the time I'm done with you, you won't even be able to make such smart comebacks

Airi made a muffled noise against her gag; it was impossible to tell whether it was meant to be a growl or a moan of pleasure as one of the demon's large fingers traced an agonizingly slow path along the wetness glistening on her shaven lips. There was no such ambiguity about the next sound that left her, a startled yelp as an electric shock ran through her body. Its first touch was painful, but it left in its wake tingles that drew her nipples into hard points, the soft skin grinding against the rough stone she was bound to. The sensation made Airi's eyes flutter shut, dark eyelashes kissing her blushing cheeks as she fought to keep herself under control.

Eyes still closed, she looked almost angelic, a celestial being bound and sacrificed to the demon's dark hunger. Anything but a paragon of virtue, Airi spoiled the image an instant later as she thought at him: You want to be my master, Sparky? Get in line- and trust me, it's a long one. The thought was tinged with the taste of her lust, but mentally, at least, she was still resisting.

Physically, she lay still in her bonds, no longer pulling against them.. because if she did, if she lost control of herself enough to be writhing in her bonds, it would not be out of a desire to escape, but in submission to the demon.

As if sensing her resistance his fingers move away from her pussy and trace back towards her breasts. At once he captures them between his hands and squeezes them before pushing them together. Rubbing her stiff nipples against one another before his fingers wrap around the hardened tips and give them a sharp squeeze only to send a more powerful shock running through her body from her breasts.

No more words. You will break and be left here bound and naked for all to come and find.

Of course he won't truely leave her here, but it's something to eat away at her mind. Perhaps an insult to her pride if she is left here for any monster to have a go with and be helpless to stop them, like some cheap toy for them to fill up with cum and then leave. Or maybe she will begin to crave it and lust for it.

He moves closer, capturing one of her sore nipples between his lips and sucking on it almost playfully before he bites it with his teeth. His hand still toying with the other but then something strange happens. Another pair of hands spread her pussy open wide and another creature seems to be adding his tongue to her pussy's wet lips. If she is able to look down she will see what looks like a second demon, only this one is completely black with no bright red eyes like the one in the charge. They almost look like brothers, or clones.

Tormented, Airi moaned, the sound half-protest and half a sign of the toll he was taking on her willpower as the shock ran through her, making places tingle that he hadn't even touched... yet. She could feel herself retreating into that other space, becoming the shameless toy who could take whatever a monster wanted and beg for more, the part of herself that horrified her with its very existence. Worse, as she stared at the monster looming over her with wide eyes shining with a potent mix of lust and fear, she could feel that other self squirming pleasurably at the very idea of being left out on this altar for a night.

Maybe if I'm very bad, he'll do that...

Therion had no idea how far Airi's previous encounters had warped her, what was hiding under her strong-willed exterior. Soon, he might just be in for the shock of his life.

Lips clamped tightly around her gag, Airi made a strangled noise as the demon's lips wrapped around one of her nipples, the sensual warmth and tug followed by the sharp joy of teeth as his other hand rolled her other point in his hand. Anyone could see that his relentless play was getting to her; heat pounded in her core, the petals of her lower lips flushed, coated with the evidence of her weakness, and just beginning to open to him.
Hands did the rest of the work, and while Airi's mind was going fast, she realized that Therion had not yet released her breasts. A cry that was the beginnings of ecstasy erupted from her as a tongue flickered through the sensitive folds of her pussy, teasing the nub of her clit that still tingled from earlier shocks.

"How?" Airi tried to say around her gag, eyes falling upon the ebon demon crouched between her legs, forcing the real Airi away with every stroke of his teasing tongue. Two of them? she thought with horror.
Two of them? Mmm... Airi's mental struggle had reached a whole new level; those purring, pleased tones were not her voice.
Soon... it promised, devilish pleasure sounding at Airi's horror. Soon.