Slimer pinned her wrists to the door trapping the poor, frightened student against the grainy wood. The invisible tentacles coiled her slim wrists in the darkeness, the tendrils feeling velvetly as the constricted and wrapped around her wrists.

Its not my real name...more of a nickname...my true name you would have difficulty pronouncing...as for the unusual nickname you shall discover the why shortly... Slimer says and his evil rumbling laugh fills the dark room.

So whats your name my dear? And what is a lovely young lady like yourself doing in these empty rooms at this time of night?

The tendrils constrict and flex yanking her wrists up and out pinning her arms stretched out to the door spread out above her. He can almost taste her building fear...

Anne struggled against the force as her hands were pulled above her head, and try as she might she couldn't move her hands one inch herself. It felt like there were velvet ribbons tied to her wrists, but when she looked at them she couldn't see anything...

In answer to the question hanging in the air Anne replied, trying to keep her voice level and calm, although that was slowly become a little more difficult as she continued to try to move her hands.

"Anne." She replied, still trying to shift her hands... even a small amount would do her fine but nothing... Taking another look up she thought she saw something shimmer in the moonlight but it was gone again just as quickly

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice containing a small hint of worry, as the adrenaline in her system gave way to her old memories and old fears.

He felt her try to struggle in the fleshy bonds but the coils were tight and in the darkness she was trapped with old memories and fears. What terror might await her was left best to her imagination the demon decided, but perhaps answering her and confirming those fears would top those frights. Best to keep her in between, Anne why I am only here for something simple, you... he says in the low voice the low bass rumble filled the nearby air.

He wondered if she would struggle further or give in to the helplessness in which she currently found herself. There is no use struggling, but if you must then please don't let me stop you... he chuckles softly a few feet from her.

His sheer bulky size would cause the moonlight to shimmer eerily around his form as he move directly between her and the windows. Two more tentacles would slowly creep along the floor sliding up the walls until they slid underneath her arms and over her chest. The cock tips would work over her school top gently rubbing over her breast before being retracted, confirming the beast's carnal intentions.

The voice sounded like it was right on top of her she thought, but all she could see was a faint shimmering just slightly off to her right... But her attention was mostly on trying to escape what was holding her wrists so securely.

As she continued her struggles the voice continued.
There is no use struggling, but if you must then please don't let me stop you..

Anne froze in her struggles, suddenlt going still as a statue, eyes wide as she felt the same velvetly smooth touch that she could feel on her wrists sliding under her arms, across her stomach and upwards, so she could feel pressure rubbing over each of her breasts.

Anne shrieked, her voice full of panic, her struggles back in a instant and full of force. "Nonono!" she babbled as she whipped her body back and forth. She didn't know what was going on but she /did/ know what this "slimer" had in mind, and she wasn't going to have any of it! If she could get away, just for an instant...

Using all her panic-driven strength she writhed in the grip, her body crashing against the door again, and again, until one hand slipped free for a brief moment. Taking advantage of the semi-freedom she gained her free hand grabbed for the lock, trying to get it unlocked so she could get out and slam the door on this.. whoever it was and escape.

Slimer's touch with the exra tentacles seemed to set the poor Anne into a full panic. She began an andrenaline fueled thrashing in her bonds desperately seeking escape. She managed to wiggle a wrist free in her struggles and reached once more for the lock on the door seeking freedom. Worried that she might actually escape this dark nightmare, he used her pull against the bonds and towards the lock mechanism against her, and used the remaining tendril that coiled her still pinned wrist. He pulled hard bringing her arm down and towards him, spinning her around and into his waiting arms not a moment to soon as she unlocked the door with her free hand.

His massive muscled arms wrapped around her waist, and he dropped his invisibility in the darkness. He sought to pull her backwards onto his lap, his coiling tentacle meanwhile trying to pull her trapped wrist behind her back while the other tentacle sought out her now free wrist.

His four legs creating an almost table like base as the two front ones bent the normal human way at the knees while the two rear ones bent backwards from normal human legs.

No need for panic my dear Anne, its not time for you to leave yet, he says behind her struggling form. As the moonlight washes through the windows he tries to secure his prey into position, I think you need something to help you relax, and the demon chuckles as the Slime would probably only increase her fight or flight response at first raising her panic, but would then leave her muscles near paralyzed with its relaxation drugs.

He moved the large two foot wide tail extending from his lower back up over his his back and hung it a few feet over her head as she continued to try and get free of the demon's grasp.

*CLICK*

Annes hand managed to turn the lock, her mind still panic ridden but a flash of hope shooting through it like a bolt of lightning in the dead of night, clearing some of the fear from her mind and allowing some element of clear thought for a moment.

But, before she could do anything else she felt her hand that still had that velvety tightness around it pulled, and pulled hard.

She shrieked again, not from fear this time, but from suprise as she felt herself jerked off her feet, stumbling one, then two steps before she felt herself land on what she thought must be a table. As she tried to stand up she felt that velvety soft feeling against both her free wrist and they were suddenly, without mercy pulled back behind her effectively pinning her to whatever she was sat on. Looking down she was sat on... a solid surface that looked almost like it was a bronzed seat. The oddity of this cut through her panic-ridden mind for a second just as that meanacing voice spoke, almost in her ear.

No need for panic my dear Anne, its not time for you to leave yet... I think you need something to help you relax.

The voice, so close to her made her flinch away, fear re-asserting itself in her and she kicked both her feet out attempting to find some sort of purchase on anything, anything so she could escape this grip she felt around her waist and arms. But there was nothing.

However, for all the menace in the voice, and the desperation she still felt slimers voice had given her a moment to think clearly again. She had to get away!

Slimer had her wrist pinned behind her back, as she squired on his muscular thighs. You still continue to fight your fate...so be it. I think its time for you to find out why they call me Slimer... the demon lean forward whispering into her ear. His bulbous tail begins filling with the drug laced goo and as it starts to fill it expands slightly. In the darkness, her chances at freedom come closer to zero as the mouth of the tail begins to open.

Slowly a green blob of goo would begin to creep out of the orafice. The blob resembles thick honey in appearance, texture, taste and smell. It was a creation of his before the accident imbued his body with it naturally. The goo was laced with chemicals absorbed through the hair follicles that would leave his victims extrememly relaxed to the point where movements became difficult and for thirty minutes, anything more than simple speech became a challenge of epic proportions. It would evaporate in about an hour while its other effects expired. It also had the chemical nature of an aphrodisiac, leaving his prey helpless and horny, a perfect victim for Slimer to induldge his sexual appetite.

If Anne happened to look up see would see the green slime begin to ooze closer and closer to her head, its thick viscosity making the descent happen slowly. A couple inches a second the stream of slime would travel and in about half a minute would begin oozing over her dark hair. The substance tended to stick to hair but was amazingly slippery against all other surfaces. Her chances at escaping this nightmare were ticking away...

"How to get away. How to get away."

Annes mind repeated this while she struggled with whatever was holding her. She had no purchase to get away and nothing that she could use. With desperation she kicked back, her body arching backwards, hands pulling down ready to kick forward and see if she could free herself

As she arched her back she pulled her head back as far as it would go, looking up, and froze.

Directly above her was some sort of... tail? And there was a lump of something shining from it gathering as she watched with fascination, momentarily forgetting her danger at the oddity of what she was seeing.

Suddenly remembering where she was she started to struggle again, but had left it too late and had no purchase to get out of the vulnerable position that she had put herself in, all that remained is for her to watch in horrified fascination as the slime built, still struggling against whatever was holding her but finding no way to move.

The blob of goo began descending towards the demon's prey. She seemed unaware as the now visible demon had her trapped on his lap. Her struggles only caused further excitement for the demon as her panty clad behind shifted under her too short skirt, rubbing his hardening member with the valley between her cheeks. She managed to kick and arch her back pressing her lovely chest forward the skimpy school-girl uniform prominently displaying her lovely chest as he looked down at her from behind.

The smell of her freshly washed, neatly kept hair filled his nostrils as he looked down at her head, the target of the goo. He loved her erotic pose and tightened the tentacles binding her wrists crossed behind her back, trapping her in the position. And as she looked up from under her lovely hair she seemed trapped in wonder at what the glistening substance was in the moonlight. He slid his left hand up her firm belly to her breast and began fondling the lovely orb through her clothing, while the right found her silky hair. Pulling her head back as she struggled, he felt her sex and ass straddling the hardening member beneath, her struggles rubbing the tool erotically.

Such lovely hair, it will be amusing to see you slimed, and then we shall see if your lovely body feels as good as it looks. Please continue your struggles, you feel amazing even with that cute outfit covering you Anne.

At this point the slime hung halfway to its target and her time for escape was running out quickly.

Anne felt the her wrists pulled even tighter behind her back causing her to gasp slightly with the pain.

Holding herself steady she took another glance at the strange tail-like thing above her and shuddered, the voice ringing in her ears

"Now you will find out why they call me Slimer" it had said. Anne /really/ didn't want to find out why!

Taking a deep breath Anne began to force herself forward, working against the pain and pressure in her arms, trying to find any purchase, or anything she could use, but then she felt something stroke up her back, fastening around her hair. Whipping her head to one side to try and avoid whatever was back there had no effect and she felt her hair pulled abruptly back, arching her body in an incredibly vulnerable pose.

As she lay there, futility struggling, her mind desperately going in circles she felt again that velvetly soft touch on her breasts.

Screaming again she kicked back but she was held tightly by both her hair and arms and just couldn't find any purchase to move, each movement that she did try to make being rewarded by pain from here arms or from her scalp.

This didn't stop her.

Kicking again, and again, and again, she tried to move herself but all she accomplished were her arms aching and sending shoots of agony, and tears in her eyes from the pain in her tightly held hair. Stopping her struggles for a moment she looked at up at the orb hung above her head in sick fascination, her mind still whirling. Mostly in desperation to get away, but part of her was held in sick fascination of this strange orb above her.

As the green blob of slime drew closer and closer he slipped two more tentacles from under his arms and wrapped them around her ankles. The tips pushed at the heels of her shoes until the slipped them off and plopped onto the floor of the classroom. Pulling her ankles backwards, she was kept in position as the slime was only now second away. The demon saw the tears building from her futile struggled and the pain from the yanking against her scalp as she struggled to escape.

You are causing yourself pain my dear Anne, best to accept your fate... and with that he released his grip on her hair. His free hand slid to her other breast and began fondling that one over her clothes as well.

Finally, the green slime made contact and the distgusting goo began to ooze over her. The blob landed on the crown of her head, the weight of the sticky substance as it enveloped the top on her hair was noticable and it began to spread out as slowly as it descended. The stream of green slime continued to fall at its slow pace piling up and matted her hair down, oozing its flow in a circle starting at her crown and working its way forward, backwards and down the sides of her silky dark hair...

"Let me go!" Anne shouted in reply to the monsters words, coming out as a squeek.

The release of her hair was an enormous release, but as she looked down and saw her waist held by a muscled bronze arm, pinned down to the surface she was on. As she watched the things other arm came around from behind her cupping her breast, stroking over the surface almost gently, causing her to feel each movement. Her other breast was being squeezed and used by... what looked like a long tendril that was looped around squeezing it lewdly, causing it to push hard against her school top, stretching the fabric.

Anne coloured slightly looking at her body being used like this, and tried to throw herself off to the side but the arm that was around her waist held her too tight.

As she looked down again, trying to figure out how to get away, her panic rising again she felt huge glob of something like a enormous warm raindrop strike her head and slide down the back of her neck.

Her body immediately tensed at the contact and and she flicked her head away trying to shake of some of whatever had just landed on her, her mind remembering that orb that was being created. Shaking her hair seemed to have no effect, the substance feeling like it was clinging to her hair.

"Get off me!" She shouted again, starting to worry about what this substance was. It was obvious that it had a purpose from Slimers words, and she really didn't want to hang around. But she couldn't find a way out.

Annes green eyes narrowed as she realised that she couldn't get away, her mind shifting from panic to anger. For some reason having something poured on her head, even beyond the indignitys of being held her and being fondled cut through the fear and panic, enabling her to think clearly again.

Gritting her teeth she tried to pull away from the arm that was pinning her by forcing her arse /into/ the surface that she was being held at the same time as forcing herself backwards away from the arm that held her, using her held arms as leverage.

As the green slimed ooze over the tops of her head, its wetness would be felt on her scalp. She apparently was having the normal adverse reaction to having her lovely black hair covered in the disgusting goop and tried a new method to secure her freedom, which in fact did little more than finish getting the demon hard. She pushed off with her backside pushing firmly on the erection as it lay nestled in the valley of her ass cheeks and pulled with her coiled arms. To her credit she managed to sit up a little straighter on his lap.

He could feel her sex rubbing through her thin panties against his now hard cock as it struggled to press up against her weight. As she shooks her head to try and dislodge the slime she did little more than whip the non matted down portion of it around as it clung to her locks. The slime stream continued to pour down collecting on the top of her head as it oozed forward over her diagnally cut bangs and headed for her face. It seemed to pour down equally around her head, sticking to her silky straight hair as it goes. As it reached the tips of her bangs it was about ear height on the sides and back of her shoulder length hair. The whole disgusting experience was made worse by the maddeningly slow moving goop.

Her cries to let her go made him chuckles as with the amount of slime already in her hair would be delivering its load of chemicals into her system already. By the time her hair was completely covered the muscle relaxants would be kicking in as well as the sense enhancement and the aphordisiacs, which would have her body tingling for touch and release.

Slimer watched her struggle as the slime continued enveloping her head and lovely hair and decided to have some fun with her. He stopped fondling her breast and secured his thick muscle-bound arms around her waist and freed her wrists, but left her now shoeless feet and ankles coiled and pulled them off to the sides so she was straddling him properly. She would be free to squirm and even wipe excess slime free but with the chemical properties of the ooze her fate was already sealed.

Slimer watched as the slow pouring stream of goo continued, waiting for the chemicals to start their work.

She was free! This Slimer had let go of her arms and had let go of her breasts!

Quickly glancing down she paused in bewilderment as she saw that she seemed to be sat on some sort of bronzed torso, with what seemed to be four legs coming off it! Its arms were holding her tightly and there were cords of the same colour moving towards her legs!

As she tried to kick her legs out of the way they quickly wrapped around them, pulling them down and apart so she was straddled against this things torso, but her top half was still free, if covered with what could only be slime.

"What are you?" Anne shouted, conflicting emotions raging inside herself. Still the panic, but it was replaced by fury and frustration..

Pushing against the things arms she tried to push back, but all she managed to do was slide back a bit further against this things torso, her skirt bunching up, and small shots of pleasure shot up from her her inner thighs through her pussy and clit causing her eyes to unfocus for a second.

"Whaat?" She breathed softly it moved through her, moving almost without thinking, trying to rub her pussy in the same way again.

Suddenly realising what she was doing she shook her hair violently, splattering small bits of the slime everwhere.

"What are you doing to me!" She shouted again, struggling again against the arm pinning her down, trying to fight both against the arm pinning her down and the pleasure each attempt to move gave her as moved.

Slimer watched as even as the green slime continue to fall over her black hair she became elated to realise that her arms had been freed of the coiling tentacles. Her legs were pulled taut, his erect cock positioned perfectly between her delicate lower lips. She shook her head some of the slime flying free to splatter against his chest and shooting out to land around the classroom. The green ooze kept coming down in its slow stream though and soon began sliding from her matted down bangs, and onto her face. The goo reached all the way around her head in a gooey blob as it oozed over her head and hair reaching her ears and the nape of her neck.

Why I am what you refer to in your histories as a demon, although they tend to get alot wrong about my species and our purpose. As for what am I doing to you? Nothing more than sliming you, as I am sure you can guess where my nick name stems from. Other than that I'm not sure what you mean...? The demon chuckles behind her, holding her in place for the descending goo to continue slowly covering her hair. His chuckle changes to a soft groan though as she moves once again, rubbing her sex over his member, and the demon finds it harder and harder to be patient...