Time was on his side as he enjoyed cleaning himself thoroughly in the slow moving waters, he was not in the middle of a hunt were every moment may be the greatest opportunity, instead his prey was trapped and whether she failed or succeeded in her task he was winning something. His thought's drifted to lovely Vera's naked wet form as he cleaned his hanging member, but he chided his impatience. Finished bathing he dried his glistening and muscular form with a towel, finishing with drying his short spiked brown hair.

Moving across the hallway he entered the library and ascended the stairs to catch Vera at an interesting moment. She seemed in the process of beginning the first stages of her attempts to manipulate the catalyst. He took up position behind the silver haired beauty and watched as she chanted, anxious to see the effects of the magic that he himself had never been overly adept at.

While Slimer's was perhaps expecting more, Vera was merely performing what one could consider basic cantrips. She was struggling in channeling elements she was not proficient in along with fighting against the island's inhibitors that ensured any gifted students remain prey to the rest of the alien visitors. Deep in concentration, the Head Girl was unaware of the demon watching over her progress. She watched the various colored threads make contact with the catalyst and turn into colors she had difficulty describing. Her jaw clenched as she pushed more threads into the catalyst to see if she could learn more and perhaps see how it reacts. The flask suddenly shook before bursting, causing the strange black fluid to fly in all directions. Vera quickly leapt backwards to avoid making physical contact. From the outcome, she could only assume it was due to the water as she knew there were some elements on Earth that reacted violently to water. Unfortunately, without further info on how this catalyst was meant to be used for, she had no idea what sort of reactions she was trying to prevent. Sighing softly, she had stopped channeling and was looking for something to clean up the mess.

Slimer watched in awe as the colorful magics made their way towards the beaker. The strange chemical began flash colors before ultimately erupting like a volcano. Chuckling softly Well Vera, I must say that was an amazing first attempt... the demon says standing directly behind her. He takes in the mess created from the volatile reaction and notices her scanning for something to clean up the mess.

Walking over to the food container, he opens the lid and reaches in to retreive some paper napkins. So far he had found the substance to be non caustic to his demonoid skin but he was curious the effects that were possible on human skin as the substance apparently was harvested from ironically enough monsters known as harvesters.

He walks over and hands the paper towels to the head girl to begin cleaning the mess and even lends a hand wiping down the fine oak table. The chemicals seem to bead and push over the surface like mercury.

Such a strange substance, but don't feel bad many of my own classical analysis attempts have lead to similar results. Continue working I'll probably be in and out to check on your progress.

Being an unnatural creature, the demon was able to make out some of the magic that was being channeled or at the very least see the pretty colors. What any of those colored threads are doing was only known to Vera and even then she only had vague theories due to inexperience with this sort of magic. But what both could agree on this observation that this could be seen as a failure for the Head Girl.

Slimer speaking up made Vera turn around immediately. Her eyes narrowed at what she assumed was sarcasm as well as the fact he was watching her work. The Head Girl accepted the towels but otherwise kept her distance. She did not look forward to future visits as she hated when someone watched over her shoulder as she worked, especially when that someone was a monster that had kidnapped and raped her.

She was careful not to make contact with the strange fluids. It seemed much like mercury which only made her more cautious due to the toxic nature of quicksilver. "I rather not have someone constantly watching over me as I work. You already know I cannot escape from here and there is nowhere for me to run," she said coldly, "I will continue doing what I can but I make no promises. As you can see, magic does not fare much better than science here." Once everything was cleaned up, she wrote down what notes she could about the experiment and carefully sets another catalyst in the middel of the table to work on.

Slimer watched the silver haired beauty as she cleaned the substance careflly to avoid contact with her skin. She advised she didn't appreciate being watched while she worked and he could understand the sentiment as any distraction while concentrating on work could be disrupting if not disasterous as seen here.

Very well Vera, I will leave you to your task. Just know that come tonight when you finish you had better have something positive to report or you know what awaits... the demon left the threat of further humiliation at his clawed hands hang in the air as he turned to leave. In fact with the level of difficulty in the assignment combined with her inexperience in the magics involved he was almost counting on having a wonderful evening at the head girl's expense.

Whether she succeeded and avoiding being raped further was entirely in her hands. He would be delighted with any outcome. For him it was a win-win situation that promised to be rather entertaining, for her though she had only one course that lead to victory. After years of work on his fuel, he actually rooted in his heart for her to succeed. That isn't to say he wouldn't mind many nights exploring every delight her lovely, well trained body had to offer...

The threat was not necessary as she knew what failure would entail. Unfortunately, the demon expected positive results by the end of the night. A shiver ran down Vera's spine, unsure how she would get anything positive within the requested time limit. What was she going to do? The catalyst apparently reacted to water magic leaving her with only earth based elements to try and figure out what to do with this unknown material. Letting out a sigh, the Head Girl returned to the table. Raw earth mana did not seem to cause any hostile reactions and water did. Beyond that though, there was little to go. She would not have much time to do further studies if a mistake leads to such a mess each time.

There was no point in complaining about it. She was a mage and this was her profession besides being a Head Girl. Staring at the fresh flask of catalyst, she began to chant softly the words of magic. If not exploding is all this monster wants, she will just prevent it from doing so. Analyzing materials was not her specialty but she did have skills in other paths.

For hours, the words of magic filled the room. Threads of not only earth mana but light and darkness weaved into and around the strange fluid. Long silver hair rose off of Vera's shoulders as unseen forces were radiated from her body. The light and ark threads flowed through the material though even the magic user was uncertain what changes or protections she was applying if any. After much weaving and unraveling, she then added a thread of water mana...

Come night fall, Vera would be found unconcious sitting in her chair with her head resting on the table. The flask from before was still intact in the middle of the table. The catalyst may appear to be a bit darker as if absorbing the light around it but otherwise was the same. The Head Girl would not react to sounds around her, completely drained from hours of constant casting and recasting of unknown magicks. She had no clue if the results were what the demon wanted but by the time she finished, she blacked out before her head came to rest on the table.

Slimer went about his own studies of the substance while Vera went to work trying to complete her task. Occasionally he peaked in on her, but he was not surprised to see her single minded focus on the task at hand. Powers eminated from her form, and the crackle of magical energy could be felt in the air on each visit. He was hopeful she would find her path to success and put him one step closer to realizing success in creating the elusive substance that had tormented him for years.

His own studies had him examining his formulas in his frayed leather journal, counting free and floating electrons and recalculating the expected reactions. He used multiple variables to account for the unknowns of the chemical in a trade that had cost a few lives. The success would make him the most powerful and famous being in the galaxy in the last hundred if not thousand years or so.

Dreams of influence, power, wealth and constant pleasure occupied his inner mind as he went about creating more of the formula. A single drop of the catalyst was added after preparation and he waited for the telltale color change to purple, the bubblingand the massive heat the bled off. Hoping the bigger flask would give himself a better measure of the displaced liquid, he ran tubing to a measuring cylinder and waited. He repeated the painstaking process numerous times but kept getting slightly different results. An impossibility in the law filled nature of chemistry. There was an outside force at play. Was it light, the absense of light, heat, the oxygen in the tubing, or even some damn magical affinity at work? He rubbed a hand over his spikey hair as he contemplated. It was then that he realized it was probably well past midnight.

Vera had failed to report, and he began to worry that his implanted commands had finally lost their grip on her steel willed mind. He turned from the last attempt and made his way to the library where he found her to his relief. She had passed out over the wooden table from either lack of sleep or sheer exhaustion. He had to admire her work ethic that was for sure.

Walking to behind her chair he noticed the flask and its apparent change in color. It seemed to pulse with energy. He began stroking her silky silver hair and began saying her name, Vera, Vera, Vera its time to report on your progress... awaiting her return from the land of slumber.

Vera stirred, her eyes half opened as her weary mind tried to piece together her situation once more. Thankfully being tired meant she would not suddenly jerk away from the demon's touch and possible knock over the catalyst. "For me to actually give a report, I would have to know what this thing is in the first place," she mumbled, "I do not know what I did but it did not explode so take that what you will." There was no way to explain what she did scientifically and even explaining by ways of magic would not shed anymore light on what she did for the demonic monster. All she knew was it was a catalyst that was unstable. So she did whatever she could to keep it from detonating. For all she knew, she may have ruined the catalyst through her methods. Without knowing the purpose of the fluid, there was no telling what progress she made if any.

"Test it if you want. I don't know what you intend to do with it or how you intend to use it. But I did all I can with the lack of information you provided," she replied, "I satisfied my end of the bargain." Rubbing her temple, Vera rose shakily to her feet. After hours of non stop channeling, her mana was drained and that effected her physically as well as mentally. She did not have the energy to fight back if the demon was displeased nor did she have any idea what else she could do to satisfy this monster's orders. Without adding anything else, she began walking down the stairs to go where she was to sleep. The orders repeated softly and she had no will to deny her need for rest right now.

The demon listened to her soft sleepy words, yet he could hardly believe what his pointy ears were hearing. She claimed to have stabalized the catalyst in one evening. She calimed to have solved the problem with magic that natural science had eluded from him for months. He watched her saunter off to the bedroom to continue sleeping, and he didn't know whether he wanted to kiss her, thank her, or begin testing immediately.

Doubt filling his mind he returned to the room with the dark flask in hand. She had not properly analyzed the substance as requested, but instead simply gave him the end result. Not at all displeased he could reverse engineer the changed substance and compare it to the original and formulate a non-magical approach to replicating the susbstance.


Anxious to confirm his goal was within his reach, years turned into days, he ignored her lovely body as she lay in his bed sleeping and went about the task of experimenting with the result. His first test would be to mix his formula with the catalyst and await the inevitable spontaneous volatile reaction. When he mixed a drop in there was no bubbling, no intense release of heat, and no displacement of liquid. Half slack jawed he could only stare as the liquid turned amber, and wonder had she done it?

The time till morning passed all to quickly as he worked hard learning everything he could about the new compound. He took her vial, examined the boiling point, freezing point, its weight to volume, and ran it through a variety of other careful tests. It reacted completely different than the original sample to almost everything he combined it with. Taking careful notes, he barely noticed as she stirred in the morning.

He glanced at her lovely form, hair slightly askew from her long sleep and said to her, I am a demon of my word, you may gather your things and return to your room, I will escort you to the campus, he said standing preparing to blindfold her and carry her to the campus...

Through her specialty of light and darkness, the Head Girl had used a mixture of protection magicks of both elements along with severing certain elemental connections that seemed to lead to a volatile reaction. Rather than find a mixture that worked or simply studied the fluid, she had cast a sort of protection spell on it that simply protected the material from itself. Of course the details were lost even to the one who performed such an odd task. So while the demon tested to figure out what Vera did, she slumbered to recover her spent mana.

By the time she started stirring, she still felt rather weary but at least she was dead on her feet. Vera brushed long strands of hair from her face as her brain registered what the demon just said. Getting into this bed was a blur to her and she certainly hoped nothing happened. But hearing that she was free to go made her forget such concerns as she slowly slipped out of bed. "Very well," she said softly. Vera would not risk asking about how or why she was free now or what she apparently accomplished for the demon. The last thing she needed was this monster to change his mind and keep her for longer as a fuck toy.

Wasting no time at all, she changes her clothes and packed her things. She then returned to the room Slimer was in and waited for the blindfold to be put on. Personally, she could care less where this cavern was. It was not like she would purposefully return to the place she was held captive in. "I am ready," she said, waiting for the monster to take her back to her room.

Slimer working quietly on a final test as she prepared her stuff to leave, when she finally returned, he was a little sad that he had not more time to enjoy the delights of her body as she stood there. Yet, he would keep his word as promised. He grabbed the course blindfold material, not bothering with the wrist bindings, and stepped behind her lovely form. He slipped the material under her bangs and over her eyes making a simple knot in the back.

He took her bag from her and bent to put her on his shoulder again. His hand rested on her lovely rear again and gave it a playful slap as he asked,So are you ready to depart? Without waiting for a response he set off through the tunnels to the exit of the cave. The bright light of the midmorning sun was a shock as always. Everytime he spent extended periods inside the cave it seemed to come as a shock to him. He stopped at the exit took in a deep breath of fresh air and head off towards his favorite hunting grounds, the Shokushu Campus.

As he reached the campus he stopped to let her down, gently off his shoulder. He put her bag down next to her and moved behind her tight body. Reaching up he untied the knot and simply let the canvas strip fall to the grass. Well Vera, it has been a pleasure. Provided the substance passes all testing this will be the last you are bothered by me. So, enjoy your freedom, and I thank you for your help. With that the demon slipped invisible anxious to return to his cave to continue working on the newly alterred catalyst.

"Tch!" she want not happy with the mode of transportation. She was tied up for a reason before but now there was no reason to be lifted on the creature's shoulder. Left in darkness, she felt the heat of the rising sun as she was carried out of the forest and back onto campus. Vera could not be more thankful to be on her own two feet again and back to the closest thing to civilization on this planet. Looking back, she found that the demon had already faded away, hinting that this may happen again if further work was required. Vera truly hoped that would not be the case.

Taking her bag, she began the long walk back to her suite up in the tower. She would send a report to staff, informing her of her sudden absence. Though it was a morning by the time she got back to her room, she was not going to bother with any further work for the day. Vera stripped out of her clothes and took a long shower to wash the events off her body. She then changed into a nightgown and immediately went to bed, resting and recovering as she slumbered in her own bed. With her task completed, the voices did not echo in her mind anymore, freeing herself from the demon's control at least for the time being.

Slimer was a little disappointed to see her off but his need to continue the work that had brought him to abducting the beautiful head girl was overwhelming. He quickly retraced his steps through the woods, into the cave and back to his work. He put a new log on the corner fire and sat down in front of his work table.

The demon smiled like a giddy kid in a candy shop, and proceeded to pick up the old notebook. He had written down all the preliminary data from his initial examinations, and he reviewed his findings. It was a shame Vera hadn't been able to explain more of what she had done to make the catalyst stable. As he perused an eerie feeling began to come over him. As he looked at the book he tried to find a cause for the sensation. Flipping through the last few pages of his newest entries he realized one thing.

Worry setting in he grabbed the yellow liquid flask, containing the completed mixture and a dropper. Sunctioning up a bit of the liquid he looked around the room and saw the water bucket. He had never tested the potency of the completed liquid. Walking over he looked and the bucket with caution and carried it back to the desk. Setting the bucket on the desk he placed an upside down funnel over the bucket, attached to a stand and some tubing.


If the formula was correct, a single drop would be enough to cause a reaction at an atomic level. The molecules would instanly break down causing a free release of oxygen and hydrogen atoms along with incredible amount of heat. The molecules and the heat would instantly form back into water vapor until it rained back down and the process repeated until the oxygen molecules destabalized leaving highly charged hydrogen crystals. The final test would be catastrophic if it failed, so he grabbed a special metal container made from lead and put the bucket inside.

Ready for the test he made a brief wish for good luck and dropped a single drop of the yellow fluid into the bucket and ducked down. Waiting for an explosion, or more hopefully the process to begin, he counted to three. When he opened his eyes and he was still alive he anxiously glanced inside the box. His giddy eyes looked down at...nothing. Nothing at all had happened....

After her day of recovery, Vera returned to her duties as a student and Head Girl of Shokushu. The incident would haunt her much like the many others she suffered from. But in the end, her plight would just be another report to add to her logs and records. Thankfully, she was released. Whether it was due to the monster honoring his side of the bargain or because of her position as Head Girl she was uncertain. As if the event never occured, the silver haired woman continued with her daily routine. The only difference was she had to collect notes and work she missed from her classes as well as deal with the tasks assigned to her by the staff. In the end, it just meant more work for the rather hard working woman.

Sighing softly, she returned from her visit to the library. Setting her notebook down, the Head Girl had completed the work she missed in class. That was one matter dealt with and just left the rest of her work be on the computer as she updated demerits and read reports given to her by her Prefects. Vera made herself a simple dinner she could snack on while she worked at her desk. She worked until her meal was finished and then decided that it was enough for tonight. Slipping out of her uniform, she headed for the shower to clean up and prepare to go to bed.

The demon repeated the test his anxiety building only to come to the same results. It was then that he felt cheated, and he roared out a mighty bellow of frustration and anger. The silver haired witch had cheated him was all that ran through his mind over and over again, the rational thought that she had done as asked, never returned and he was seeing red in anger. He vowed to make her pay, and he would take the payment in all the pleasure he wanted from her body...

It was the following day, after repeating the tests over and over hoping he was wrong, that he set out to seek his vengence. With each failed result, his hatred grew, and he knew that using her as a sexual outlet would be the only cure for his mounting frustration.

The idea that he actually took her back, when he had her, without fully testing the compound was galling, and as he traversed the forest, it passed in a blur his mind solely locked on finding Vera.

He quickly snuck up the elevator and quietly slipped into her room, he wasn't sure what he would have done had she been there to confront the intrusion but anger would probably have lead to a violent encounter, luckily the element of surprise was still on his side.

Noticing the discarded uniform, he heard the shower turned on, perhaps he would catch her while the water warmed and before she could get in the tiny shower.

He moved quickly to the room and as he entered wondered what he would find, tentacles already extending from under his arms moving to restrain the witch...