So you envision yourself a scientist huh, my specialty is chemistry. Since you have guessed my ruse, and my true intentions then you know its only inevitable that we find out how your beautiful face looks as orgasm after orgasm rips through that lovely body of yours. Slimer's voice echoes, as he works out a plan in his head.

So now that you know my intentions, and I know yours, obviously avoiding being raped all night, I agree we should start over. I'm an honorable demon and will abide by any deal we come to agreement on. So knowing what you have deduced about your predicament, what would you prepose we do about it? We both can't get what we want so I'm open to any fair suggestions, although the backrub is still on the table as an offer, Slimer says his voice rumbling with amusement.

Meanwhile our fair readers, Slimer start using a tentacle to crawl along the wall hoping to secure the pole shortly as she contemplates her choices. I must say as a fellow being of science, you must realize the distinct disadvantage you find yourself having. I've had a chance to study you and your capabilities while you know nothing of what I can do. So, before you decide on a fair offer, I will offer you this. Simply tell me your name and I will answer any two questions truthfully, Slimer states hoping to learn the name that goes with her beauty, while keeping her distracted from the crawling tentacle as it approaches from behind her along the floor.

Saira tensed her stance, letting her legs shift slightly, and her grip tighten around the pole as it returned to being in-hand rather than couched in an elbow. It... almost looked like she was leaning further into it. But, regardless of her body posture, Saira's voice remained level, almost amused. "Honorable... We'll see. That said, I somehow get the feeling, no matter how exhaustive I make an offer out to be, you'll probably come up with a way to get what you want. Since, after all, our desires are rather binary - either I get raped or I don't - and furthermore I know quite well how my role here is supposed to work..."

Her feet shuffled, changing the way her weight was balanced. It was insanely subtle, though - only that she was shifting weight at all could really be told. Nonetheless... Saira pushed against the pole in her hand, actually causing it to bend as it resisted being pressed into the floor. "So in essence, the deal becomes more, the context of the molestation... as it were. Failure is inevitable on my part, more than likely. But... well.." Tip-tap goes her (bare) foot on the floor. "I instead simply proffer that I get to have my fun, and you avoid causing me injury or wounds - barring, perhaps, light impacts from subduing me, or strain from a position or something like that. No deliberate wounds or excessive collateral damage, and I will be the judge as to what counts as that."

It was then that Saira gripped the piece of disassembled gymnastic equipment with her otherwise-free hand, and moved the pole back into a wielding position! And... straight into a (rather soft, all said) curving arc in front of herself. The thing was easily 5 or so feet long, so it had at least some chance of snagging something. Saira's mere amused and/or smug grin widened into something more playful. "I've started~ Also, the name's Saira Nejem. Question one can be your full capabilities beyond human standards and the second-" Saira took a forward step and pivoted her body to swing the pole around to reach behind herself, too. "-question'll be what it is you're looking for from doing this - you all have so many different reasons!"

Deciding to play along, as it seemed she wanted to turn her rape into a grudging acceptance that one way or another it was bound to take place and that she would rather have some control over the situation, he took her statement as the offer. She seemed willing to dispense with the formalities of knowing it wouldn't happen, but if her words rang true, why did she keep trying to swing the stick in an attempt to hit his hidden form, forcing him to duck low more than once.

Well met Saira, I'm glad you have more sense than most other students, a truely enlightened view, which leads me to answer your second question first. Namely, I plan on bringing you multiple mind blowing orgasm as we pleasure each other until you realise the full bliss your body is not only capable of, but design for. To put it simply I want to fuck your brains out in every way imaginable.

During this time the tentacle slithered along almost to her feet now, and close to being ready to making a grab for the stick, depending on her level of subterfuge. She was definitely gifted mentally to go along with her amazingly cute looks.

Secondly, as for extra human abilities... he debated on holding anything back but he had nothing to lose and a lack of violence towards himself to gain. He was a logical scientist so rational thought would take precedence over mindless lust as well, so he continued on truthfully, Obviously my invisibility is first and foremost. Second I possess a number of tentacles I can use to pleasure you with as well, in addition to speed and strength that would surpass any lengendary human. Third, I have a tail capable of producing a slime substance that leaves you human women relaxed beyond anything you will have ever experienced, while heightening your nerves, making everything about four times it normal sensativity and bringing your body needs forward as it contains aphrodisiacs. The only drawback is that it is absorbed through your sliky hair and skin, and alot of you girls seem to find the thought of your pretty hair being messy for awhile to repulsive to realise the benefits.
Finally my seed posseses the ability to, how should I put it, see into and link with your mind. So, how do you prepose we end this stand off... Slimer asks gaging her intentions. He did just give her the power that comes with the knowledge of what his full capabilities are while secretly holding back on some of the important details, like times the chemicals lasted.

Saira moved forward more seriously now, believing that, regardless of whether or not he had ducked her attack or just not been there, she had more space there to move. But... as legs and the stick flew about, the girl smiled, heavy breathing only slightly interfering with her words. "Easy, you catch me! That's what I meant by my fun. It's... pure. Adrenaline and the satisfaction of resistance. Rebellion against being taken against my will, by pleasing myself in some other way first; you might-" Saira darted ahead, starting to head across the gymnasium while she continued to swing the stick around.

"-stop me quickly, but until then I get an adrenaline high that you didn't force me to feel... so it's all mine. That said, I guess the drug-based approach could be different. Buuut you're still forcing it on me, so!" Then, she began to back towards the hanging rings, whose stand she hadn't put away yet, using it as a sort of... well, not really defensive position, but something. But the girl's quickening breath meant that she was burning through much of her remaining energy to power her little happiness. Even a simple understanding of human physiology - important, after all, for a biochemist trying to affect them with drugs - would tell Slimer that soon her actions would be less and less responsive and forceful, until she either collapsed or became too slow. Her boasting, though! Courageous enough to sound like she was completely ignoring biological reality just for her little last stand. Maybe she was.

"Come on, then, intimidate me! If you're gonna break my will when you get your things into me anyway, why not get a head start?!"

The ringstand was a pretty brilliant place to make a decisive stand, but it had its advantages as well as its disadvantages. It would allow her to have a pole out to each side of her, preventing an attack from either side which was a plus. On the negative side it was not backed in any corner, as a student had to be away from walls to prevent injurys while twisting and flipping around while suspended from the rings. The other major disadvantage was the protective stand poles. By providing defense it or limited the angles of her offense, limiting swing to either the front or back.

Her analytical mind though, making the best of being trapped in a gymnasium with a demon bent on raping her, was a thing of beauty Slimer could appreciate. Fair enough, Slimer's voice echoed. If the thrill of the fight and the struggle to fight me off is the pure adrenaline high you desire to get your juices flowing, who am I to deny that? Just remember us monsters don't play fair, he says, the grin evident in his voice.

He invisibly stalks after her careful to duck or sidestep the wild swings of the heavier longer pole. As she makes it to the stand, those advantages and disadvantages would soon become apparent to the student. As she tries to protect first one way then another, he stays just beyond the swinging length on the stick letting her arms fatigue themselves and they begin to warm from the ordeal of swinging it constantly.

Slowly he sent out all four tentacles from under his arms as they crawl along the floor every time she turns her back to him. They come in wide from the back and side of each pole, zipping closer on each turn of her back. Finally, they reach each pole and prepare to attempt a coiling of each limb. Once in place he waits for the next swing out when he would appear to sight step forward and try and catch the slowing swing in his hands while the tentacles dart forward attempting to coil...

It was futile. Saira knew it, and always did. That's why she made the justification that she did, and that's why she was standing here, swinging a piece of gym equipment at thin air. She had hoped that she could make good on her attempt to use it as a locational device, but... even when she lunged forwards, it did nothing. Even when she swung wide, it hit air. But she wouldn't give up. Saira knew her own futile battle was her victory. Strange, how that works.

But, of course, all good things must come to an end. It was about the time that Saira's arms drooped below her waistline that she could feel it. The practical burn from her muscles, that screamed for mercy. A hunch, or maybe just intuition, told Saira that he had just about come to her. Just one... - the pole dropped from her hands - ...more moment... - Her assailant finally appeared before her, demonic splendor sending her heart racing with the fear of certainty - ...until... - Saira's arms bolted above her head and her legs tensed, and she leapt up to grab the dangling rings! -

- ...she was caught. Legs now entangled by tentacles, and hands precariously holding a pair of rings suspended from the frame above her. Gone was the smug demeanor, slowly replaced by shock and anger, spat from gritted teeth and the obvious sound of a voice trying to keep composure when it was swiftly losing it. "Iyaaah, you... gah, that was fast! Nngh..." Flailing, struggling, Saira attempted all these things.

It wouldn't matter.

Slimer watches as she leaps for the rings his tendrils barely coiling her ankles. That problem would be easy to resolve though as he sent his tendrils slowly crawling and teasing up her bare toned legs, as she kicked to free herself. The rings seemingly a brief respite as she hung not very high in air and was quite reachable. The cock headed appendages coiled and caressesd as they went slowly up her calves, till they reached her knees. Pulling slightly, he is able to encoil her knees tendrils making it to her sexy thighs, the years of gymnastics delivered a firm tone to her legs.

Stepping in he uses the tentacles to draw her hips forawrd to his waist, opening her squirming legs, as she can feel his member prevented from penetrating her by only the fabric of the leotard. His cock head rubs through the fabric teasing her of the fate to come.

You seem surprised at my prowess. Hunting beauties like yourself requires imagination, strength and speed. These skills make catching you easier and fucking you that much more intense. Yet if that was too quick for your self proclaimed need to resist, in order to get your proper juices flowing, by all means we can go best two of three. Otherwise I can deliver what your pitiful attempt declares as your need, and that is a true bliss as I fill you completely. But I say better decide quick before I can't hold back any longer.

Slimer looks into her glasses covered eyes as they peer down at his face. She struggles to hang on pulling hard, as he helps lift her confusing the students as her legs settle on his shoulders, her sex only an intimate couple inches from his lips and eyes, separated by air and the leotard. He breathes her scent in, her building moistness an unconcious reaction in preparation for her promised fucking...

Saira struggled... amazingly uselessly, actually. What was just a few seconds ago, flailing and thrashing... became less and less meaningful. Little limp kicks here and there. Then, once the tentacles were firmly gripping into her muscle? Stillness. The girl as a whole didn't look that energetic, either - the nigh-vacant loll of her head to face Slimer made that pretty obvious, and the tiredness in her voice just confirmed it.

"N... no. It'd be even more pitiful if we did it again. I'm tired. I just wanted something for me. I got it. Deal fulfilled, right?"

As much as the girl sounded defeated, maybe even down? ...The subtle twitches in her legs, widening of her eyes, and that smallest sense of dread? Those meant that she maybe wasn't as blase about the whole thing as she let on, and indeed was feeling some of that same fear (...excitement?) that other girls did. So with her tightly-clothed crotch literal inches from his face, her legs shifting in his grasp... Saira asked him, waveringly...

"So... what... are you going to start with?"

As he stared at her lightly covered crotch only inches from his face, he knew he had her beaten or so he thought, and all that was left was to claim his prize. Well I was considering ripping this tight outfit off you and having an appetizer, before the main course... he says indicating a tearing motion with his slightly clawed hand, followed by a rapid flickering of his tongue and then some rude hip thrusting gestures.

But I've always been a fair demon who believes in choices. Maybe you don't want your little outfit ruined, or maybe your inner mind wants me to shred your clothing and lick you to a stunning orgasm, before you get fucked in every way imaginable, who am I to say. As much as this is about my job and its given pleasures, its also about change... Slimer says as one hand begins rubbing her tight ass, while the other sneaks up between her legs and her begins rubbing her lips with his thumb.

So I'll give you the choice on what happens next. I can do as I mentioned and shred this off you and begin eating you out until your eyes roll back into your head. The second option is I let you down and you strip that number off and I let you decide how we begin after. Or third you can experience the relaxation and pleasure benefits of my slime, and you decide whether you want the outfit on or off? he says as an evil grin seems plastered to his face as her stairs up at her with his green almost glowing eyes. He moves his short and spikey, brown hair-covered head forward breathing in the scent of her, as he anticipates her decision.

Trapped as she was, with tentacles gripping her legs, letting the slick feeling of them holding her tight slowly burn itself into her mind... Saira was already not quite thinking clearly. Her breathing was already speeding up, and when those hands moved closer... the girl's body almost immediately tensed against the contact, letting tiny noises of pleasure and surprise out with that same motion. When he finished his ultimatum, though... Saira, perhaps, did something she might, at a later time, consider rash.

"Wh-why not.. the... third one. Try the... Uh... the slime. Yeah." How embarrassing! For some reason, actually consenting to something that'd alter her mind like that made her seriously question herself. But that look of scared uncertainty on her face somehow managed to sell it. Maybe she had pinned some kind of hope to it? She wasn't sure, and so was left to hang there, panting and twisting and whimpering helplessly, just waiting to see what'd happen next...

Slimer was amused at how on edge her body was as she held desperately to the hanging rings, twisting and squirming hoping against hope to make it free. His touch made her react as if a poisonous snake had bitten her, jumping in surprise not quite from pain but from a moaning gasp of pleasure. He continued rub her lips through the leotard enjoying her futile struggling attempts to pull away from his caressing touch.

Slimer was a little surprised at her decision as he continued breathing in her moist scent through his nostrils. You must be braver than most or less self-obsessed to willing submit to the slime flowing over and through your black locks, but I applaud you choice. Did you want to keep your outfit on or would you like to free your lovely body for me to use? Finally, you can let the rings go and come down, if not my tail should barely reach but your arms will give out only a few minutes after you experience the slime anyway, if you want to remain up there I'm sure I can find kinky ways to keep us entertained. I will free your legs so you can do as you choose, Slimer ends cautiously.

He rubs her lovely sex firmly again and again with his thumbs feeling himself hardening from anticipation of the pleasures of her body. Finally, he uncoils her legs and lets the slime build in his tail, waiting for her decisions before moving it into position.

While all of those attentions were making Saira shiver and (only quietly) moan, she eventually realized what she was to do, and... released her grip. Bare feet hit the pad underneath the frame as she did so, while a great big luminous blush grew all over her face. "...I think I'll leave it on for now. It feels... wrong to do, uh, otherwise." She said that almost helplessly, like the idea of having to consider that was embarrassing, yet, at the same time she was seemingly tapping on some kind of inner feeling. Maybe it was more of that trying to 'own' the sensations? To try not to go willingly?... She at least, convinced herself of that.

Bare hips stained with sweat and whatever juices may have lined his tentacles, Saira then... knelt on that pad. She looked especially pitiful in that pose, with a little pout on her face and her hands clasped together under her chest - fabric straining against the slight extra pressure that was adding to the already-tight chest area of the leotard. "O-okay. I'm ready. I... Mm. I'm not sure why I chose it. I guess I have a... different point of view. Maybe they think of different things than I do, all the time? Take these situations... differently? Even show defiance in other ways. I don't really... feel like I even should be the same as them anyway, so I guess that's... fine."

And then her whole body tensed. Ready, if only in that she told herself she was.

Slimer watched as she hopped down preparing to try and stop a possible escape attempt, but she landed and sank to her knees. He listened to her reasoning out her choice and he did agree with her as being different, but in that he could understand and relate to her. A demon was supposed to focus on his magical abilities, and most were known for their pure cruelty, especially for lesser beings. He on the other hand had pursued knowledge of the natural laws of nature, and science. While extremely useful to his race, still it was a path slightly shunned by his kind.

As she knelt their on the dark blue mat, in her slick blue and white outfit, her curvey chests rising and falling a little faster than normal,extra distinct due to the position of her clasped hands, he watched her closely and moved the tail filling with slime a couple feet over her head. He slowly opened the mouth of the tail, and the green slime slowly began to descend. It moved pretty slowly, a blob of goo began to hang down looking like thick, green honey, and it began to ooze down a couple inches a second towards her head.

Slimer took in the scene like a snapshot frozen in time. Her slightly angular face, mouth slightly pouting, as she looked out with lovely purple eyes from behing her glasses as the sit on her little nose. Her flawless tan skin had a slight glisten from her strenuous activities, which was offset by her rich, silky black hair hanging down around her. In that position, it almost looked liked she was praying, although the tense appearance denoted a lack of calmy certainty that secure salvation was coming, and more a worrying dread.

The slime will not hurt you Saira, he began. His words meant to relax her a little as he continued on, in fact its slick against your skin and most surfaces. The slime tends to stick to hair follicles, coating the strands releasing the chemicals, which was my own formula. It releases a powerful muscle relaxant that takes effect fully in about five minutes which it does look like you could use. Unfortunately, it makes little more than simple speech a challange, he explains to Saira as the goo hangs halfway to her head.

His cock headed tentacles hang dancing, almost hypnotically, to the sides while he calmy continues, along with the relaxing properties a tingling increase in sensation from every nerve will begin to build, creating a need for stimulation... he draws the thought out, and for sexual release. Basically, mind blowing, repeated orgasms await you, but like everything else in life, its a little messy, he finishes telling Saira as the green goo is moments from contact.

Saira remained on her knees, looking to all the world like she was seated in a position of absolute submission. And with her shy and inwardly-focused posture, fearful eyes, slight trembles... she may as well be. But Saira knew what she was getting into. Or, rather, given the steadily-dripping slime, the words carefully explaining what it'd do to her... what was getting into her. Eyes tilted upwards, lips quivering ever-so-slightly. Right before it hit, though, Saira had one last thing to say.

"I knew."

Slimer watches as the slime was about to make contact mentally preparing himself for the joys of her body, when she spoke two simple words that had him intrigued. What was she referring to, what did she know? Was it something he needed to understand? lWhat did you know? Slimer asks, wondering at the certainty, and confidence of her words, which were completely at odds with her posture and submissive appearance. Slimer debates moving the tail temporarily to find out.