It was reasonable to assume that most if not everyone saw the professor enter into the closet and may not have thought of anything of it. Of course as the closet door closed and a little commotion had been heard the other students assumed that Kanoe and their professor where embroiled in a tryst of some sort and perhaps wanted to have a quickie in the closet. There were many low giggles and whispered rumors going about the room with an occasion glance toward the closet.

Of course they would have been completely wrong had they been privy to what was actually happening. The hand previously gripping her hip released it's grasp as she was shoved forward into a wall, that hand going up to grab at her arm and lock it behind her back hard.

He did grunt though against the blows that had been landed though the sound had reeked of effort on his part to mute it. He wretched her wrist up higher as he latched on to her arm, she could feel the hard plans of his body rubbing against her rear though it was a moment later before she would feel the oddest of sensations entwining about her ankles, jerking her legs apart.

Rubbery sinews of flesh wrapping around her as he spread her legs apart and as she looked she could glimpse put of her peripherel vision tentacles securing a hold on her silky smooth legs.

Another wrapped around the arm that he had no control over while a third and fourth vanished beneath the school issued uniform, one gripping at her panties and pulling them aside so that the other could get at her brushing up and down the slit of her sex.

"Mph.." she grunts in pain as her body was shoved into the wall. Her large breasts mashed up against the unforgiving wall as her arm was locked behind her back. The witch let forth a muffled cry of pain as her arm was lifted higher, threatening to dislocate it. But the terror had only begun as she felt several more vile appendages join in.

Tentacles wrapped around her legs and forced them apart while another bound her only free arm. Kanoe whimpered and squirmed as the disguised monster began to fondle her body. Tendrils slither between her parted thighs, easily pushing aside her black lacy panties while another began to trace along her sex. The witch could only squeal through the hand that was sealed over her mouth. She kicked and threw her weight as hard as she could. She did not care if it hurt her arm, she needed to let those outside know that something was very wrong here.

As she struggled within his grasp he firmly held onto her trying to ease her movements. His grip on her was tight indeed as tentacles flowed over her sides each grasping a breast as they slithered around the impressive mammaries as they coiled around their weight.

Holding onto her she could hear some thumbs as she kicked back and squirmed in his firm grasp doing her best to ignore the pain that shot through her arm as she tried in vain to fight off her attacker. Struggling in his grasp she could hear the thumbs she generated as she kicked him and some of the supplies in the closet.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Her eyes opened up. At this stage she had regained consciousness only to find that she was squirming against the bed. Tentacles were firmly entrenched around her wrists and ankles with her legs being drawn apart.

As she squirmed and struggled the head board of the bed collided with the wall. A mauve mass had been above her, four tendrils quavering about his mouth and while he had no legs they ended in a mass of tentacles some of which pinned her down. Others ranged against her chest while a hand clamped over her mouth preventing her from crying out.

Struggling frantically, pain shot through her arm as she strained against the tendrils. Her feet were making contact with the monster and supplies in the room, both making much the same sound as her blows thumped against the man but did little else. The witch did not care if she was breaking supplies or if her struggles did nothing. Soon, the noise would be enough to let the others outside know that this was not some cheap thrill but an assault.

That was what she thought until she suddenly found herself resting on a soft mattress. Huh? Kanoe blinked, looking around only to see the disgusting creature over her body. How did she get into a bedroom? Was she knocked out? Her mind felt fuzzy as she struggled to think this through. Something was not right. Things were not coming together. But the monster did not wait for her to think about her situation. A hand clamped over her mouth, ensuring she did not make any sounds beyond muffled whimpers. Tentacles held her arms and legs far apart, ensuring the witch had no chance of escape. Gazing up at her attacker, the witch did her best to try and figure out how she got in this room before her mind was claimed by this beast.

A hand over her mouth, another trailing down her body to linger briefly between her thighs were it smoothed over her panties rubbing back and forth.

She was dressed for bed in little more than a night gown it seemed, her mind adding that fact to the array of scattered pieces as mauve tentacles coiled around her large breasts and closed upon them, squeezing them softly as white eyes gazed down into the features of her face, mouth tendrils dancing as he touched her this way as other tentacles tightened their grip upon her limbs as he assured that she would make little fuss for him.

[I'm going to enjoy this, Kanoe,[/color][/i] he spoke directly into her mind, his hand grasping at her panties, rougly ripping them off her and replacing his touch against her, flesh against flesh ...

The witch whimpered and squirmed, trying to pull away from the monster's vile touch. She noticed what her attire was. Was what happened before a vivid dream? It was all too confusing. Everything before felt so real and now there was a real monster violating her bound body. The tendrils pulled her arms and legs further apart, ensuring she could not pull them in with them fully extended like this. Tentacles wrapped around her luscious breasts, squeezing through the thin fabric of her gown as they slithered and rolled over the soft flesh. She muffled out her disgust as the hand continued to seal her speech. Her eyes grew wide when the monster began to speak directly into her mind before tearing away her panties. All she could think was, get away. But it was doubtful the monster would listen to her pleas.

Fingers caressed her sex slowly as he heard her muffled sounds, his hand pressing against her lips more firmly to stiffle the sounds she emitted, letting her realize that there would be no assistance coming as his tentacles continued to press against her breasts.

Aegir sensed her confusion as she was attempting to sort all this out but keeping her a little disorientated seemed to work best in this situation. He sensed her surprise given how easily he injected words into her mind.

I'll let you go, if you're a good girl, but first ... His fingers dipped into her sex part way, two of them as they traveled a few inches inside her, twisting themselves in a circular fashion.

It was not like she could struggle even if she wanted to. The words flowed through her mind and all she could do in response was narrow her eyes in a bitter glare. "Nng!" She shivered as she felt the slimey tendrils slip into her folds, twisting around each other as they constantly swirled along her inner walls. It was a unique sensation that sent shivers up her spine and caused her toes to curl. Her wrists jerked at her bonds but to no avail. This monster was free to do whatever it wanted with her body.

Fingers pushed inside her lightly, rolling against the warm inner walls of her body as they slowly moved against her. Aegir felt her body responding, jerking against her restraints as her toes curled up. He was aware of her thoughts as her gaze narrowed at his telepathic words but he hardly gave he a chance to formulate any thoughts on the matter for he was aware that she was unbalanced and thus he moved to take advantage of that situation.

His tongue pressed against the tip of one of her nipples as his tentacles collapsed around her well endowed chest, squeezing against it as his hand joined the tentacle on one rubbing his palm lightly over her nipple.

Now that's a good girl ... your tits are bigger than Clarice's but the two of you have similar auras about you, something subtile that most cannot explain in words but something that can be sensed if you are susceptible to such things ...

A tentacle rose up to brush against her clit matching the slow crawl of his fingers set against her, in her.

((sorry for the delay X.X))

The horrible squid like creature leaned closer, wrapping those tendrils around her large breast. It was as if a giant maw had closed around the ripe melon. Her eyes grew wide as she felt the monster's tongue dragging over her nipple while the tentacles began to squeeze. A groan sounds from her throat as her teat began to swell and throb with pressure. The witch did not know how much this monster knew beyond her name but a few more squeezes and enough sucking, her helpless orb would begin to lactate a clear nectar into that hungry maw.

Her other breast was not spared as the monster's rough hand dragged over her tender peak. Squirming on the bed, the witch could only groan and shut her eyes tighter. She could only endure and hope this would end soon. But then the monster struck a cruel blow mentioning her lover. Kanoe's eyes flash open, glaring at the creature. She felt jolts of pleasure as he teased her clit but she did not care. The witch stared daggers at the vile thing, giving silent threats if he had harmed her in anyway.

(quite alright)

Aegir lifted his head from her breast as she squirmed beneath him. Her eyes flung opened at the familiar name and his eyes locked with hers then. His touch upon her continued to play with her melons and a touch lightly flickered against her clit.

Oh, I know much Kanoe. I would say everything but that is such a presumptious leap, there could be something suppressed by magic that not even you know or wanted to remember but I highly doubt that.

Clarice is alright ... I've encountered her many months ago ... that experience was pleasant to say the least but if you're hoping that this will be quick know that I stayed with her until she passed out, you see I can be a compassionate lover.

He burbled out, a laugh maybe? It did not sound like one though his tentacles gripped her tighter as his attention swung back to running his fingers over her breasts, squeezing them in his grasp before his head dipped a little allowing his tongue to stretch out of his mouth and rub against her nipple in small circles.

Kanoe could only make a small growl with her throat as the monster continued to talk into her mind. She had no way of pushing this creature out of her head even if she knew where to start. The witch hated being an open book for this thing to read when he wished. The more he taunted her, the angrier she got until she was yanking at her bonds as the thing laughed at her. Even as her body reacted to his touch. Her nipples hardening, her clitoris poking free from hiding. The witch would find a way to get free and kill this thing for tormenting her lover.

But that was if she ever was freed. Breathing heavily through the nose, the witch was soon once more writing in bed. Her nipples ached, sending pulses of pain and pleasure into her heated orbs. Her breasts swelled and firmed with the grasp of his tentacles and fingers, giving him more places to touch and manipulate. A shiver ran up and down her spine with each teasing flick he did to her clitoris, reminding her that he was the one in control and not her.

He touched and manipulated her orbs easier now as he gained better access to them as she writhed against the mattress beneath her. It was easy to sense her growing anger and frustration over the situation but she knew that there was nothing know that she could do against it.

Temper, temper. You cannot manage the feat, even outside of this place I doubt I would have to be concerned much. The only thing you can hope to accomplish is getting hurt or killed.

A shame really. Perhaps I shall take both you and Clarice at the same time at a furture date if it suits me to do so. It took quiet awhile for me to approach you despite you coming up in several other memories. Now I could torment you with the knowledge of what Clarice really thinks of you but that is not to my tastes and not one you're likely to believe so I won't waste either of our time with that.

The tip of his central shaft pressed up against the slit of her sex, rubbing it up, then down slowly. Actually we will play a little game, I can sense how much you wish to protect your lover and you can't possible hope to defender her physically. So I will leave her alone if you can endure five ... nay, three minutes of pleasure before succumbing, what says you?

Her eyes merely glared at the creature as it continued to taunt her. It threatened both her and her lover as if it could tame them both with ease. The witch's eyes narrow as if she were trying to burn a hole through the monster's skull when it mentioned telling her what Claire really thought of her. She had no interest in playing its mind games.

Kanoe squirmed, feeling the warm shaft teasing her sex. Unable to move much, he had free reign to drag the tip along her netherlips. It was then he offered a new game to play. The witch was familiar with this little game that monsters liked to play with students. See if they could resist for a certain time. But with a monster that can read her mind and claimed to know everything about her, the odds were already stacked against her. What choice did she really have though? It was either try and fail or give up now and leave her lover doomed to be attacked by this thing. Saying nothing, she simply waited for this thing to begin toying with her. She could only guess the timer would start when he felt like starting it.

A sensible conclusion ... He spoke again into her mind as he followed her thoughts with apparent ease. Now he could stack the deck further and do next to nothing and start the time when he was good and ready after manipulating the pleasure her mind received but he found it far more interesting to play along.

He was not onipotent and didn't know how things would turn out, he had an ideal but not knowing was a rare state for him and there were few things that surprised him these days and those few things were often pleasant since the broke up the monotomy.

Your time begins ... now.

But there was the thing of playing fair and stacking the deck in his favor. He concentrated on her mind, dialing up Kanoe's responses to pleasure as far as he dared move it. At the same time he moved against her, slipping down the slit of her sex to the very entrance of her core as he pressed against her slowly entering her with the seconds seeming to drag on.