Anne was struggling mightily against her body as her mind and inner pride rallied against the sensations assaulting her body. The demon saw the war as his touch brought her glorious thighs apart to give him greater access, only to snap shut like a bear trap. Her words seemed futile given her predicament, but the demon enjoyed the challenge and her fight. The human spirit was truly wonderous as she faced down the ravenous demon.

Such wonderful spirit, yet you fight against what your body yerns for. We have a long night to go, yet you refuse to decide, so I will make the decision for you... His hands left her body, leaving a feeling of emptiness where pure joy had existed only moments before.

It would be no more than a couple heart beats before her legs were coiled in the tight embrace of his strong tentacles, and she would be yanked upside down. Up became down, and she would feel his glorious cock pressed against her lips as blood slowly began flooding to her head. Her long now dry and slime free silky hair draped his thighs as her body was inverted. The tentacles that had been holding her aloft by her wrists, pulled her arms behind her back. Her thighs were resting on his shoulders and pulled apart for his head to have a perfect view of her most private of places.

Lets taste the nectar of your ordeal. Should I find you dry and not loving every moment I shall release you, but should you orgasm again, I will know your desires...

With those terrible words his fanged mouth moved forward and opened. His tongue slowly pressing against her sensatized clit to travel upwards into her abused lips, dipping forcefully into her sex. A wonderous standing sixty-nine position, complete with oral assualt began on the poor student...

Effortlessly, like she weighed no more than a grain of rice she was spun in the air and pressed against the demons chest, her legs parted around his head still restrained by those damnable tentacles and her face the perfect position to take that huge cock inside her mouth. Staring at it she saw it gleam dully, the moisture on it refracting the moonlight. Her moisture from her own body. The thought wasn't lost on her and she turned her head away, unable and unwilling to look further at the organ that had impaled her and brought her those wonderful orgasms. She wanted to cry but all she could feel was shame that she had enjoyed what she knew she should be fighting. However, the demons next words changed her mood radically.

Lets taste the nectar of your ordeal. Should I find you dry and not loving every moment I shall release you, but should you orgasm again, I will know your desires...

A chance! He was offering her a chance! Annes heart lept at the possibility of getting away, unharmed and unscathed - the thought washing away the repulsion she had in her of what she had already done. All her hope poured into it and she steeled herself against the sexual onslaught.

The first contact of the demons tongue across her still hugely sensitive abused lips and clit sent a shock through her body. It made her shiver with pleasure before she clamped down on it hard with her mind, mentally throwing all her strength behind the effort to keep still and not react to the onslaught.

Despite this though she failed. The second long lick again sent a further shiver through her body and she could feel her body starting to react despite her mental commands not too. It was like the demons talented tongue was bypassing her brain entirely and setting her body afire all over again. As if he knew her body better than she knew it herself, she felt her nipples harden once again, pushing against Slimers stomach, her pussy start to radiate a heat of its very own and her breathing start to deepen in spite of her efforts. Her eyes still squeezed tightly shut she continued trying, albeit futilely to resist the demons wonderfully slow strokes on her pussy. Each stroke seemed to work against her body and gradually she found her resistance crumbling.

Her glorious thighs rested on his shoulders hugging either side of his face. It was a wonderous position that gave him full access to her prize. While the demon hoped her will had been sufficiently broken to begin servicing him, however he was no fool and knew she would simply be a work in progress. Before the night was through he intended to have her broken and ready to service his carnal desires in ways that would have revolted her only a few hours ago, and for the most part, even now.

He placed his clawed hands on her toned and inverted ass. His fingered groped into her firm flesh, claws stopping short of puncturing her fragile skin. How fragile they truely were was a lesson he had learned rapidly during his first hunting of a student.

He made his offer for two reasons. Breaking a student's will seemed to require the crushing of all hope, rekindling and crushing yet again and again. Hope was the enemy, and freedom its vanguard. To truly break these sexy young women, he had learned patience and a savage intrusion into their taboos. What they would never consider voluntarily doing needed to become ordinary and rewarding, while punishing resistance. He had studied human history and those paths seemed to ensure victory over them.

His second reason was simple. The offer should reduce her physical resistance allowing him the full freedom to work his magic.

His tongue continued its slippery yet firm assualt on her tender lips and sensative clit. It was a slow pace, steady lick and dip, only to repeat. Like a pebble in a river he hoped to wear away her resistance one moan and gasp at a time.

Oblivious to the demons reasoning Anne continued to resist despite her traitorous bodies reaction to the demons ministrations. Her body however wasn’t having any of it and despite most of the demons aphrodisiac laden slime being gone, was forging ahead like it was still there, dragging her mind along kicking and screaming.

Slimer however seemed to be enjoying himself an unholy amount, taking his time and pushing Annes body closer and closer to another quivering orgasm. Anne could feel the pressure mounting between her legs and, as a final attempt to resist tried to clamp her legs together to prevent access. It turned out to be a futile act as she couldn’t move them, Slimers strength being far greater than her own.

Closer and closer she came closer to her orgasm, her head starting to pound as her blood rushed from one side of her body to the other. Her resistance weakening, her breathing coming in harsh gasps she found herself moments away from coming, only hanging from the edge with the last of her willpower.

The demon held her inverted, knowing the blood rushing to her head would make the intensity of the drugs amplify. Besides he smirked to himself, when would this pretty young thing have orgasmed while hanging upside down.

His tongue continue its quick steady pace. The firm tip rubbing over her clit only to seek refuge between her sensative lips. Her inner thighs squeezed against his smooth face, resisting or even possibly tensing from the pleasure. In their position it was hard to tell, but he didn't truly care.

Her breasts rub against his chiseled abs as he moves. Tongue and neck showing less fatigue then his powerful arms and steady legs. Finally his lips form an o-ring around her magic pearl and he begins flickering his tongue up and down over the sensative nerves at a legendary pace. Her arousal begins to fill the air and he knows she is losing the battle with her body and the entire war to the demon.

The touch became more and more intense, a feeling like the pressure before the storm, spreading from her abused pussy and pushing all the resistance that she could muster away before it, leaving in its wake nothing but yearning. It inexorably worked its way through Annes breathing became heavier and heavier, coming in ragged gasps as the pressure busied itself wiping the last vestiges of resistance from her body.

Inverted, trying to fight against the internal pressure Anne felt like she was going to explode. Her blood was pounding through her head at a frightening rate and as she opened her eyes all she could see were stars overlaying the monsters groin. The insistant pressure on her clit continued, fueling the storm that threatened to break at any moment.

With a final, feeble effort she pushed against the demon, trying to get away.

As she pushed, the storm broke. The orgasm slammed through her body blacking out her vision and senses and all she could do is let a long deep cry that filled the room as her pussy and body convulsed around the demons mouth, sweet fluid replacing whatever the demon licked up faster than it could be removed.

Hanging upside down he knew her body would be weakening under the continuous oral assault. She weakly struggle against his incredible grasp, legs flexing, arms pushing but it was futile. He tongue worked up and down tip firm against her clit, drawing moans against her will as the pressure inside her young body built. Then, it was finally too much and the damn broke. Anne orgasmed harder than she had all night.

Her body tensed and she cried out. Her legs straightened and he switching to licking her sensative lips and opening. Tasting the nectar of his efforts. Tongue flickering he drank her offering, each dip into her flower rewarded with her moisture. As she must be close to blacking out from the blood rushing from her extremities to her head, he flipped her around in his arms and sat her in a random chair.

You taste magnificent my dear. Take a moment to catch your breath. You have lost this evening and your body is mine to do with as I please. The demon said standing behind her. One hand stroked through her silky dark hair while the other rubbed her shoulder.

His devious mind began to fill with the pleasures he would extract from the poor girl. He was going to take his time and enjoy this. He moved to the window to check the progress of the moon and calculate how long his uninterupted pleasure tine would be. As he turned his back and went over, he left her to recover from her orgasm not expecting the sudden movement...

Anne sat, gratefully as she recoved from her orgasm and inversion. As the blood flowed back from her head she found herself able to think clearly for the first time in what seemed like ages. Her orgasm and the dramatic inversion seemed to have cleared her system of the remaining effects of the potent aphrodisiac just in time to hear the demons words as she stroked her almost affectionately.

She didn't shrink away from the demons touch as her mind re-orinated itself, an act which lent verisimilitude to the appearance that she was broken. It wasn't a far strech really. With all that had happened it was amazing that she was still in one peice and not crying in a ball in the corner! The true implications of what had happened was taking its time sinking in to her mind which meant for this moment she knew that she had to get away. Everything else, demons, tentacles, rape. It was all secondary.

Her chance came much sooner than she had expected. As the demon turned it seemed to believe that she was insensible and left her unsecured to contemplate something. What wasn't important to the young student, merely that she suddenly had a chance to escape. She rose as quietly as she could from her seat and took another glance back to the demon. He seemed to be lost in thought and a shiver went through her as she once again saw his entire form.

It was enough for Anne. She wanted out and there was nothing between her and the door. Her feet made no sound on the carpeted floor and despite her heart beating so loudly in her ears she was amazed the entire school didn't wake she reached the door and took a look behind her, half expecting Slimer to be looming over her, those inhuman green eyes staring at her.

He wasn't.

Somehow the demon was still lost in his own thoughts (she /really/ didn't want to think what those thoughts could be!) and seemed oblivious to his preys movement. Anne held her breath and her hand reached out to the lock and clicked it open. The sound echoed in the room and from the startled sound the demon made it seemed that her absense had finally been noted.

Wrenching the door open she took one last look behind her and saw the demons face lit in the moonlight. His eyes blazed and he seemed pissed. She most definately wasn't going to hang around any further and, wrenching open the door she slipped out and slammed it, turning the knob to lock. It was the best she could do even though she knew he would be after her in moments.

As she turned to run and hopefully lose him in the school corridors she spotted something that she had overlooked when she entered the room. There was a separate lock in the door with the key in it! Quickly she turned the key, it making a wonderful *CLICK* as the lock engaged. Pulling it from the lock she instictively tried to put the key in her pocket and suddenly realised that she didn't have any. Or any clothes for that matter.

It was all a bit much for Anne and with a terrified squeek she flung the key down the hall and ran, her arms wrapped around her chest trying to cover her modesty and she headed at breakneck speed for her dorm, praying harder than she had ever done before that she could make it.

With a squeek she ran, fueled by not only the need to get away but also the need to find her dorm before someone saw her.

The demon was imagining the different ways lovely Anne was going to satisfy him tonight, willing or unwilling her planned on opening her to sensations she would never forget and probably never have a repeat of. As he looked up towards the moon, he heard a faint click. He turned half expecting to see a nosey night crew janitor trying to interrupt his playtime. What he saw instead made his blood absolutely boil.

The bitch. Anne had not been in the seat he had left her. But like a stealthy Ronin she had decided to make a break for it. He had offered her a fair chance at salvation and she had forfeited that chance as she came. In horror he watched as she escaped through the portal of the door. With a click the locked engaged, even as he charged towards the closed exit. With a huff he eagerly turned the inner lock and prepared to open the door to recapture his naked prey. Precious moments had already been lost. With a click the lock disengaged and he reached for the doorknob. The metal cool against the enraged heat eminating from his palm and fingers he twisted. Nothing happened. With a roar of rage, his bellow was audible from miles around.

Backing up he leaned sideways slightly and began a charge with his four legs. Snap and crackle went the door as his massive frame shoulder the stubborn door with the deadbolt engaged. It took two more attempts to break through. The door a shattered remnant, one the island would take care of one way or another. Glancing frantically down the hallway one way and then the next...he saw nothing. Miles away one would be able to hear the echoing of that second roar of frustration.

Anne ran faster than she thought she could, arms wrapped around her chest. She heard the first roar, followed by the terrible sound of the door being shattered but she had used the time well and was well out of sight before the monster managed to get though.

The second roar was even more terrible than the first and Anne redoubled her sprint, terrified of the implications. Whatever happened she had to get back to the Dorms where there were people around! No monster would follow her there? Right? And she could tell people! Although.. who would believe her...?

She ran, faster than she believed possible, her own nudity not important for the moment in the wake of that fearsome sound.

The shattered door meant little on the campus. Strangely enogh the humans had arranged for this to be quietly and efficiently repaired before anyone was aware of the damage or had time to question its mysterious appearance. For a demon though, horny and unsated it meant nothing.

Following gutteral roars, he swifty moved to pursue his lost prey. She had accepted the bargain and had forfeited herself as his prize for the evening, and he intended to collect. Slimer slipped from the light, its rays bending around his massive form as he sets off in pursuit. He reasons for invisibility did not revolve around modesty, but disgression. Even in his agitated state, blue balls would not be the reason he was removed from this paradise.

As he made his way outside his lovely pet was no where to be seen. Had she gone to ground back inside or made her way to the dorms and perceived safety. He guessed incorrectly and returned to exam the classrooms one at a time not realizing he had guessed wrong and that satiating his lust would be delayed to another day...

Finally reaching her dorm room she wrenched open the door and slipped inside. Her luck seemed to be with her and the door was both unlocked, and her dormmate was no-where to be seen. While this wasn't unusual (She was actually rarely there, a fact that Anne rather liked!) it was most definitely what she needed this night and she could have dropped to her knees and thanks god that she didn't have to answer any questions.

Locking the door, she moved to the bathroom (Locking that door aswell) and set the shower on scaldingly hot, climbing in and letting the heat burn through her as she replayed the events of the night. She couldn't believe it! It all seemed like a bad dream but she was here and she knew what had happened. She had been raped... But not by humans.. By something that called itself a demon and was most definitely inhuman. What was this place? What was going on? Monster didn't exist!

She slumped down in the shower, tears flowing from her eyes as the ordeal of the night caught up with her. Despite how hard she fought the creature had still used her like a toy... and worse, she had loved it. She knew that she had come harder than she could ever remember and the thought sickened her. she slumped to the ground, arms wrapped around her feet as the hot water pounded her head as she cried, trying to pull herself together.

Eventually her tears stopped flowing and she began to get a grip on herself. Her natural stubbornness forced itself to the fore, over what had happened and she realised that she had actually done well. Despite everything, she had actually fought whatever it really was off and she was safe!

With that thought in mind she stood, turning off the shower and stepping out, reaching for a towel. Drying herself she wrapped the towel around her and stepped to the bathroom door, hand over the lock. With a deep breath she unlocked it and opened the door a tiny crack, peering into her room.

Nothing. Not that that meant much given what she had seen.

With a tremble she stepped out of the bathroom and check the dorm door, which was exactly as she left it. Feeling a little safer she took her bedclothes, went back into the bathroom to change and then, checking the doors once again climbed back into bed, wrapping the duvet around her like a cocoon to keep her safe.

Unbelievably, sleep took her before she really had much time to toss and turn.

...

The next morning she woke with a start. She had had the most remarkable.. well.. remarkably horrible dream! She had dreamt about monster in the school that had raped her... She shivered at the thought. It had felt so /real/ but at the same time fantastical. Caught in that brief moment between dreams and reality she truly believed that it had happened to her. The corridors were the exact ones of this school. She was.. well her! Not someone else like often happened in dreams.

Blinking she recalled some of the moments and shivered. Just to check she sat up, keeping the duvet wrapped around herself to ward off anything. The door was still locked like she would have done when she came in. Her clothes from last night were laid over the chair, her bag slung over the back, again as per usual. Everything looked entirely normal... everything in place. But there was still that feeling that the dream.. well.. wasn't.

Sitting there she looked around, her eyes falling on the timetable still resting on her desk, and then on to the clock. With a squeak she remembered that she had classes today, and if she didn't move she was going to be late! Jumping out bed quickly she ran into the shower, hurriedly getting changed and ready before running to her first class of the day. As she ran she was reminded of her dream and how the corridors seemed /exactly/ the same. With a flash of inspiration she thought she would go and check the door that she heard smash in her dream, right after her first class of the day. That would put paid to the nagging doubt!

The demon returned to the classrooms and without catching any movement began to search the classes for the deal-breaker. One by one he went door to door, slamming them open and searching thoroughly.behind the teachers desks, inside closets, he even checked in each stall in the bathrooms. Room by room he went rage for being cheated out of his spoils building. It wasn't until he cleared two floors did he release a roar of impotent rage.

He knew he had chosen wrong, but hated to admit the fact. Science rooms, math rooms, and english rooms. He searched them all until he finally found nothing. Once he opened the final door he knew his prey had escape his this night and he was left alone. He debated breaking into the dorms and taking his anger out on the first student unfortunate enough to in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He headed towards the dorm building and was over halfway there when he realised that doing so would only give him a hollow victory and one that left him temporarily satisfied but ultimately needing more.

He knew he had been bested by carelessness and his prize forfeit for the night. With a couple deep breaths he headed to his home on the island his cave. Deciding to rest and regain control of his emotions he plotted his revenge. He would have his due, oh yes he would. When the time came the treacherous Anne would be his.

It was almost morning when dreams of vengeance grabbed hold and hugged him tight.

He slept for three days, replentishing his energy, his slime, and his resolve. When he awoke he set out in search of the one who got away. Slow torment, vicious rape, and delicious pleasure awaited her. First though, he had to find her...

The morning dragged hideously. Each time she looked at the clock it looked like it had gone back in time, and each time she tried to concentrate on what she should have been doing her mind cast back to the dream. It was, at least fading from her mind but oh so slowly!

When the first lessons of the day were done Anne grabbed her bag and slipped out, moving with the other students like a ghost, keeping her head down being as unobtrusive as possible as she headed through the maze-like corridors towards where her memory said the dream had taken place.

Navigating the corridors was a bit of a trick, one she hadn’t quite mastered yet but was getting there quickly. Navigating by internal sense of direction alone in this place was a utter nightmare and she found it was far too easy to be turned around. Still, slowly she was learning to look for the little waypoints that each area seemed to have. A security camera here (why did they need those anyway?), A oddly placed set of cupboards there…

Quickly, she found her way to where she believed her dream alter-ego had spent the night. From there it was surprising easy to retrace the “paniced flight” that she had made. The corridors looked identical which was a little disturbing but when she came to the set of doors that would have shattered she was a little disappointed.

The door was there. Perfect. Old. And entirely intact. Unless the school had some VERY busy and efficient caretakers there was no chance her dream was real. Just to prove that little nagging sensation completely wrong she pushed the door and it opened into a classroom much like any other, but where her dream had nice rows of chairs by a front desk (she shivered at the thought of what had happened to her on that desk) she found that the classroom looked ready to be set up, rather than ready for class. The chairs were all stacked neatly along the wall along with the teachers table.

In a way it was a little disappointing. Despite how horrible the dream was she felt certain that it held some truth, but again, unless the school held the most efficient workforce in the world (who inceidently also had records and staff skilled enough to return her clothes and bag to a locked room while she slept!) there was no chance that her dream was real.

With a small mock sigh, she stepped out of the room letting the door swing shut, jogging quickly to make her way to the next class, letting the dream drop (even now, a little reluctantly) from her mind.

For Anne, the next couple of days went like a blur. Work was thrown at her at an astounding pace and all to soon any knowledge of a dream was banished from her mind, instead her waking (and sleeping) life seemed to be essays, calculations and not much else.

To be continued : The One That Got Away