The forest consisted of a morass of alien life. Flowers loomed throughout the course which Anne's flight followed, sometimes visceral behemoths like obscene jello molds, at other times clusters of rarefied beauty whose elaborate petals resembled undersea creatures more than any conventional flora of which the girl was familiar. Green wood fenced her despite the gaps between boles; the world was a map that had been punctured so many times by the rising trunks of trees that it was a directionless tatter.

Soon Anne's physical environment became more pressing than the insane memory she'd left behind. After her pell-mell sprint her bare feet were bruised by hidden, knobby roots. Superficial tears in her blouse were approaching the size of rents as the thread unraveled. A handful of leaves decorated her hair, deposited there without her notice to adhere by static action. All these accumulated, hardly significant facts nonetheless demanded her attention now that her lungs had gained a chance to complain about her treatment of them, and the pain in her side jabbed her as fiercely as a jaguar's tooth. There was no chance that a cock-wielding young woman was traipsing about in pursuit of her, brandishing her mammalian prick as a torture instrument. She detected no evidence of such a macabre fantasy when she searched, for all the sights and sounds belonged to the forest.

Oh, but there was the uniform she wore. That reminded her. Maybe she'd put it on without realizing it, and in her panic misremembered wearing jeans and a sweater. Except that she could smell that bewitching, abnormal woman's skin. That feminine aroma suffused the fabric of the uniform, overpowering the smell of damp leaves and her own sweat. Running from it was useless. If she stripped she might escape that unwelcome smell, but was that worth scrambling through the forest in her underwear? Her one option was to go onward, goaded by that sweet olfactory reminder that she was prey.

Natsuki lingered in the clearing while Anne trampled off into the unexplored recesses of the jungle, not at all interested in a race. She was healthy, but not an athlete, and she felt it would spoil her game if she used her tentacles to propel her along. It was better, and more amusing, to play a hunter. Sharp eyes and a ready nose were enough to follow her no matter how fleet the shy maiden proved to be. Anne was only a frightened girl running through a strange place without looking where she was going, who would soon tire, and soon after grow afraid as she lost her way. Ahh! A tuft of blue threads marked where Anne had stumbled into some inoffensive brush. In a trice Natsuki was skipping along in her quarry's wake, guided by shallow foot-shaped pools and the leavings of Anne's deteriorating wardrobe. She decided to sing to herself as she followed.

The hart and the hunter
alone in the copse,
across flinty meadows
through thick-clustered shadows
the hart will keep running
until its heart stops.


He needn't an arrow
to pierce the young heart
only hoofbeats in soil
and patience, and toil
the hunter is tracking
his eyes are a dart

Anne ran, her breath coming in gasps even with the less frantic pace. Before a few more minutes had passed she had to stop again, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she drew in great lungfuls of air, her figure leaning on a tree for support. The break gave her mind had chance to try and comprehend what she had just seen. It felt like something out of a bad movie! Things like that simply weren't possible. But, she knew what she saw and it scared her beyond belief. Her chest rose and fell, her breaths coming in giant wheezing gasps as she tried to get it back. She felt like she had gone completely and utterly mad. What had just happened? What had she just seen?

Panting heavilly, wearing the school uniform of a student who had been friendly and then somehow changed into something completely different. The same skin but...

Anne shivered, despite the rivulets of sweat that beaded on her brow.

But someone who chased her and radiated a menace that simply made her knees want to turn to jelly. And then that same person? had controlled plants, and then, increasing the pure insanity, stripped and forced her into this uniform! And, the cock... That horrible, thick veined lump of man-flesh that had thrust out of her own pussy like some sort of reverse dildo! How.. Why?! As Anne tried to peice what she had seen together she really did feel like she was losing her mind.

She needed a way to safety. Some way to stop the insanity. She could only think of either hiding somewhere, or finding her way back to the grounds. The later was out, mainly because she had not the faintest idea of where she was. How long had she been running for? Not long, although it felt like much longer! What direction? She hadn't encountered anything that even spoke of the sign of habitation. Not a path, or a footprint, or a breath of a voice. And there was nothing. Just this jungle full of fauna that she didn't recognise. No paths, no way of knowing where she was and where she was going. She couldn't remember where the sun was in the sky as she got to this horrible place so she couldn't even use that!

Even with that lack of knowledge she knew that she couldn't stay here. There had to be some end to this forest! She was on an island after all! Even if there was no end that she could make it to there had to be some sort of hiding place, or some other bastion of safety. As she pushed away she didn't notice the faint tug from her borrowed clothing, a thread snared that pulled away from her clothing as she left the area, her feet making small tracks in the ground, unnoticed.

That single thread turned out to be the first of many. she ran, but her stamina had been exhausted by that first initial flight and she had to stop repeatedly just pull in more air into her tired body. Her side ached, as did the small cuts in her legs and arms. Never enough to bleed, but enough to sting and to shred the borrowed clothing. There was a half formed thought at the back of her mind as she pushed past a low branch, one that tore into her sleeve, leaving a void that she could have put her thumb through. It was like the forest was really out to get her and that it was determined to pick at her until she had no strength left. Just behind it was Natsuki's apparent control... But she was determined not to think about that simply because it scared her too much to think that the forest WAS out to get her and she had no hope of escape.

She continued to run, but it seemed each time she forced herself through a patch of undergrowth, or brushed by a tree, or even stopped, her head pounding in tune with her heartbeat something hooked or snagged and before long she was both tired beyond belief, her side hurt enough to bring tears to her eyes and her clothes were torn to shreds, only giving her the barest sense of any modesty or protection.

All of this didn't help Anne cope with all that was happening. In fact she was close to just breaking down and crying, only being held up by a stubborn streak that just wouldn't let her quit. Stopping once again she panted, her body covered in sweat from her exertions, her hair plastered to her head and her clothes an absolute mess. covered in sweat they clung to her which, if anything, was part of the reason she was wearing most of them. Her rush through the trees had left them criss-crossed with cuts and tears. If she were to strip them off it would be unlikely that she would reveal much more from her own form. The buttons had been torn off the front leaving it flapping open (and thus forcing Anne to run with a arm trying to hold it together). Her skirt, covered in little tears and cuts now failed to hide her modesty. From the rip that split down one side cleanly, leaving all of her bare leg showing (how she avoided being cut by the viciously sharp thorn she had no idea) to the flap the had formed right over her panties so each movement seemed that she was flashing the world. On top of all that her legs were crisscrossed with scratches which stung, the pain fusing with the agony of her over-tired muscles making each step forward an unremitting hell of pain, fear and shame at her state.

Stopping once more she panted, trying to get her bearings. She still had no idea how long she had been running for, or where she was. Had it been a few minutes? A hour? longer? The sun still held high in the sky but she didn't know where it was before. For a moment she thought she might burst into tears and just go back home. What was this place? What kind of hell had she been sent too? Perhaps it was all just her imagination?

As if to mock her, she heard a song behind her, carried on the breeze. It was light, sung by a female voice and it floated gossamer wings. It seemed to be sung happily, like the singer was enjoying herself. But the half-heard words struck Anne like a hammer. Her eyes teared a moment before she angrily wiped them away. She hadn't realised that she had been starting to hope.. starting to believe that this was all just some sort of cruel joke or that it was just her imagination. The light song dashed any such hope and the thin comfort of this all being just her imagination was ruthlessly shattered.

Once more, she forced herself on, stubbornly trying to get away, her tired eyes darting everywhere, looking for somewhere that she could hide.

Desperation was not a useful substitute for careful planning, and Anne's incessant rushing about made tracking her increasingly easy. Weariness made her steps heavier, leaving deeper impressions in the soil. Panic obliterated her sense of direction, causing her path to spiral near her original starting point. No matter how many hikers stranded themselves in the woods something about the human instinct to circle when lost seemed irresistible. Anne herself was hardly proof against it.

Natsuki canted her head sideways, examining a patch of torn underbrush. Yes, there were the woody briars she'd used to capture her quarry earlier, complete with the lost shoes and discarded socks hidden beneath a flimsy covering of leaves. There too, a dozen yards away, was Anne's most recent tracks. Judging from the way her feet had scraped furrows into the ground she'd been moving fast, probably too quickly to notice where she'd been. Natsuki shaded her eyes as she scanned for the sun, cementing her bearings. If she kept up her pursuit properly then perhaps little Anne would stumble her way right back into this same patch of forest. She hummed to herself in satisfaction, drawing on her power to animate the local roots and vines into forming loops. She connected the loops to trees, bending them properly by the force of her will, creating serviceable snares. Natsuki tutted as she examined her work; she'd witnessed far superior snares being set in the past, and her own were decidedly mediocre. Then again, none of those experts could have hoped to set so many in such a short time. Shrugging, she refocused on the trail Anne had so plainly laid out for her. Time to resume her chase.

The singing that had hounded Anne had faded away. The ambiguity of the noises which replaced Natsuki's song became threatening now that it was absent, full of indecipherable portents. Twigs snapped. Brush rustled. It was the wind. Some small animal. A monster. Anne had no way of knowing what noise signaled danger, and there were so blasted many of them! The forest had seemed peaceful before she'd plunged into it, but now it seemed to shroud a mocking cacophony. Some voyeur was watching her, it seemed, creating this otherworldly din by some tremendous feat of ventriloquism. How else to explain the sound of Natsuki's footsteps emanating all around her? It was her! That devilish woman must be extending her influence through the entire forest to deceive her with meaningless noise, rattling branches so that she didn't know where to bolt. It had to be!

She just couldn't find anywhere to hide. Each time she found somewhere that looked likely a gust of wind made it move, or she got closer and it was nothing but shadows. She knew, deep inside herself that she was paniced, spooked beyond rational thinking and she was quite simply making up in her own mind the lack of safe havens. The movement of the trees in such a threatening manner was just the wind. The shadows on the ground that failed to reveal any places to hide were perfectly concurrent with the sun. But, with her mind swamped by adrenaline, terror and paranoia it was about as far left as you could get it. Calm, rational thinking was quite beyond her in her current state and all she knew was that she needed to find somewhere to hide, despite her complete failure so far.

Her movements had become zigzags rather that the (to her mind) straightish path she had followed before. Spying another, a dip in the ground that looked like it would fall away into some natural trench she rushed towards it, only to find it just a shadow that made a tiny deep appear much bigger. Running along again she saw a huge tree and she jumped, her fingers grabbing hold of a branch and just as she was about to haul herself up, her heart hammering wildly something stroked across her fingers elicting a shrill shriek, letting go and falling the short distance. Her bare feet stumbled a little, but she kept upright and ran onwards, not realising that all had happened was a stray leaf from the tree had brushed across her knuckles and her reaction came from her own terror, nothing more.

Undeterred though, wether by belief, stubbornness or simply the act of a animal not knowing when it was outclassed in every way she ran on, her eyes darting every which way. Not knowing how close Natsuki was behind her she continued to try to find somewhere to hide, although slowly the futility was starting to creep through her, and while she wasn't conscious of the change her eyes started to cast around not just for somewhere to hide, but somewhere that she could place her back against so she could see her hunter, the student that was hounding her steps and mind. Her fists balled involuntarily at the thought, but her feet didn't stop moving.

Natsuki paused to examine the most recent markings Anne's feet had left in the soil. The prints were becoming more erratic in shape, smeared at the edges as though the girl had been propelling herself sideways as she ran. Bad footing? Natsuki rejected the possibility after following a series of roughly a dozen tracks, noting the jagged path that they made.

"Oh Anne!" Natsuki laughed, winding her fingers in her hair as she walked. Bobbing and weaving made perfect sense assuming that a person was worried about, say, snipers, but in this case it merely slowed Anne down. Not to mention, Natsuki mused as she scanned the ground, how obvious it made the young thing's prints. "A sniper!" Natsuki pinched her lips, eyes glowing as she thought of the comparison. That's right Anne, my eyes are upon you. Amusement died away after another few yards, at which point Natsuki leaned against a conveniently mossy trunk to spew out a sigh. She shaded her eyes to find the sun. The tracks led far enough into the vegetation that she couldn't guess where they ended. Despite the increasing shortness between Anne's steps there was no indication that her fetching prey would submit to be caught yet. She hadn't expected her darling to have such stamina. Anne had a fit body, trim enough to boast about, but she'd attributed that to youth and beauty rather than athleticism. Well, she enjoyed a surprise now and then. Natsuki pushed herself away from her resting place to take up the trail again. Her target must be exhausting herself, judging from the powerfully chaotic sign she was leaving behind, so she shouldn't be able to continue much longer.

Natsuki wasn't wrong. Anne should have stopped running a long time before but with a such a potent mixture of fear mixed with her own inherent stubborness she had managed to continue long after her strength should have failed her. However, no matter how much incentive you may have, how much adrenaline may be in your system, you can only be pushed so far before your body simply cannot any longer keep going.

Anne was close to that limit and she knew it. Her eyes continuously cast about for somewhere, anywhere to hide, or even somewhere safe she could simply put her back against, somewhere that wasn't... well... alive, but the damnable forest seemed to be actively working against her, hiding anything she could possibly use to her advantage from her eyes while threatening her with movement everwhere except where she was looking directly. With her ample chest heaving, each breath straining tight the fabric of the borrowed school blouse she stopped, her fingers reaching out and supporting herself against a tree while she struggled to get some air into herself, hoping that just a few moments would re-invigorate her body and mind and let her figure out where the end of this infernal forest was. She knew that there was an end, after all she hadn't left the school building that long ago! How could she have lost it? It was like she was on another world!

She heard a rustle behind her and turned, her heart hammering.

For a moment she stood, fists balled, eyes scanning the underbrush but she saw nothing. It took a few more moments before she turned, ready to set off again.

She had gone a dozen steps before she stopped. She had run, and run, and run. She hadn't seen anything that she could hide, or use. No sign of habitation either and she had almost run herself into collapsing from exhaustion. The brief stop and how her muscles ached when she moved afterwards had highlighted to her just how close she was to collapsing, the realization cutting its way through her paniced mind.

She stood for a moment, looking around in one last desperate attempt to find somewhere to hide but once again there was nothing. nothing that she trusted even slightly. It made her want to weep with frustration, or perhaps lash out.

Squeezing her eyes shut she wiped them with the back of her hands, dashing away the imaginary tears she could feel trying to form. She was scared beyond belief... It all felt like that night years ago in the woods, but this time instead of being pursued by a group of men she was being pursued by something that couldn't possibly exist. Her mind cast the image of Natsuki in all her terrifying glory, that small, cute, perfectly sexy little student... with a terrifying visage and an even more terrifying slab of man-meat between her legs that threatened to split her in two if it even came close to her.

She didn't know what to do or how to react. The image made her brain want to rebel and hide from it, let alone the reality! The pretense of how Natsuki lured her here was easy to deal with, she was used to people being other from what they said. Her school life had been one broken promise to another, thus Natsuki lying to her was just another tally to a long list... But that image? Natsuki herself…? She knew it wasn't a dream.. The uniform still smelt of another and (what remained of it) didn't fit properly, being far too tight over the chest for a start. On top of that she had never liked how she looked and with with the damage from this thrice-accursed jungle every tear seemed to have accentuated all of those things she hated, to her own eyes now looking like those sluts that always went around looking for boys to tease, and girls like her to taunt. The long slit up the side of the oh-so-short skirt highlighting her legs, her top straining and ready to burst (in fact it was amazing that it hadn't already). And the numerous rips and tears showing so much of her flesh she might as well have been a walking advertisment for anyone that passed. She didn't like her body to begin with and dressed like this... It made her want to hide even more.

With that smell in her nose, and the fear still with her she wanted to run and run and run. But she had and still had no inkling of safety. She had tried to hide and knew it was futile. All that remained... All that remained was to stand and face her pursuer. It made her want to cry over again with what might happen if she lost but it was only one person and no matter what she had seen Natsuki do... Perhaps she could fight her. She was only a girl like herself! Perhaps she could find a way to win!

She turned, her eyes still frantically looking for somewhere to hide even as as she stood, steadying her breathing. As she did a small thought formed… perhaps she had outpaced her pursuer to the point where she had lost her?

Yes, perhaps that was it, perhaps she'd lost her. She didn't hear any fragments of song anymore. The wind was nothing but a gentle blowing that lifted the leaves, and the noises coming from the forest were ordinary: soft crackling, the scraping of verdant treetops while they swayed, furtive darting of small animals. All quite ordinary--until the noises ceased altogether. The absence was extraordinary for being sudden, as if the air had pressed down all at once like a smothering blanket to make all the tiny things filling the forest still themselves and hold their breath. She could see it! actually see the huge boles around her stop leaning while their leaves adopted fixed postures. Then, in a corridor that led back exactly the way Anne had come, the woods began to stir again. The trees leaned, not gracefully shrugging off the breeze but bowing away from Anne's footsteps like rows of servants. It was just like before when Natsuki had captured her. So far she didn't see anybody but it made sense for Natsuki to come following in her footsteps. Monsters always came from behind. Hadn't she instinctively turned around when she stopped to confront the woman, knowing where Natsuki had to emerge, sensing that she'd left clues in her wake that would lead her pursuer directly to where she stood? Other trees were shaking blossoms loose from their limbs to shed petals along the path described by the bowing trunks. They were making a soft, sweet-smelling carpet for Natsuki. Any second Anne would see those naked feet crushing the piled petals on their approach. Any second now she'd see Natsuki's grim and enormous cock leading the way toward her.

"Boo!" Natsuki tittered close to Anne's back. Her voice was a knife to Anne's spine, striking out of the sunny blue. Monsters always came from behind. Natsuki skipped nimbly backward in case her quarry decided to lash out at her in a panic or try any other stupid, useless thing. A hop removed from Anne's potential grip she gave the nubile woman a long look. Her smile was suffused with amusement. She had pretty lips like the skin of young raspberries which she curled into a symbol of triumph. It was an altogether mocking smile that somehow lacked viciousness; it was feline and it beamed at her as if they were sharing in a private conspiracy. In a moment her Cheshire grin became a moue, and she said,

"Oh look at you--you've ruined my clothes." she sized Anne up with eyes full of false disappointment. Her lithe fingers twitched, making little motions suggestive of undoing buttons, as if they were barely being restrained from ripping the remaining scraps of cloth away from Anne's implied lusciousness.

"You were nice enough to keep your underclothes intact though. So cute and blue. You have such a sweet, full figure. I'd have chased you twice as far to see it." By now Natsuki seemed to remember her cock; one hand came to rest on the broad glans and flattened the purple bulk into the shape of a toadstool. Her left hand kept brushing the muscular column of her phallus. Caressing the organ made it spit in reaction. It dribbled cloudy rivulets that leaked from underneath the feminine being's right palm and covered the skin in pale streaks.

"Don't stare Anne, sweetheart. This isn't for you yet. I can tell you have a precious voice for screaming but I would rather prime you before crassly breeding you. It isn't polite to proceed without appreciating what I'm taking. Besides, since I have you for the day, I may as well see how much ecstasy I can pull out of that ravishing little body of yours. There is time enough for conquest and pain later, when you're too tired to beg."

The light tone of Natsuki's voice might well of been the thunderous roar of a cannon given the reaction of the young student. With a shriek she jumped in the air, spun about swinging a wild fist while simultaneously trying to create distance between her and the unexpected noise.

Even if Natsuki hadn't moved she would have missed by a wide margin. With her heart (which had begun to settle) beating with rapid tattoo that any military drummer would have been impressed with she staggered back. With much more luck than any sense of balance she managed not to tangle her legs up and crash into the ground, instead coming to a stop and looking at Natsuki with equal fury and fear.

Such emotions do not easily share a mind at the same time, and the combination froze Anne to the place, her gaze sending daggers to Natsuki's own indigo eyes. How did Natsuki get behind her? She was exhausted, yes. She was also frightened, unnervered and completely out of her depth. She had nothing of security about her - nothing that spoke to her of safety, of home anywhere within reach. But Anne was stubborn - even in the face of insurmountable problems she didn't want to just cave in and curl up and cry - no matter how much she might like too.

All those problems were concentrated in the young, beautiful woman standing across from her with that insufferable smile plastered across her face. It made Anne just want to close the gap between them and pound her into the ground using all her rage and frustration. She didn't believe that it would work, even for a second. She was sure, deep inside herself that doing such a reckless action would cause her even more problems. However, inexorably, Natsuki’s words cut into her, wearing away at her frayed nerves.

At the same time her gaze followed the plucking motion of those dainty fingers dropping to the huge pole of meat that jutted from between Natsuki’s hips. A shiver involuntarily passed down her spine and she stood, transfixed by the slab of flesh that threatened her. The pre-cum gushed out of the monstrous appendage only increased her fear, the war inside herself intensifying immeasurably as she watched the thick semi-opaque streaks of come lacing her hand. In a way, such a careless display on her own body made Anne shudder at what she intended for Annes own pale skin.

The frightened part of her wanted to drop to her knees and cry. To crazily ask for forgiveness for ruining Natsuki's clothes, to plead to the girl for forgiveness to whatever she had done to attract her eye. She knew she couldn't run and she couldn't win. She just wanted this to stop - to wake up back home away from this horrible place and this being that couldn't... shouldn't exist.

Her fury wanted her to strike out, to lash out at the being that had chased her for so long and for so far. She had run, and once again been cornered. This time it wasn't a group of men but it didn't change anything. She wouldn't be driven any more. She would drive this naked thing through force. She was bigger, stronger most likely and she could win! Monstrous cock and whatever else this girl could do be damned!

As Natsuki's words reached her she finally tore her gaze upwards, back to that broad smile. The threat of her words crashed through her and rather than being calm enough to trade barbed words - to attempt to talk herself out of this with an inarticulate scream she leapt at the girl, driven by the threat of being bred... of being impregnated by her. It was something she couldn't accept - Not just being raped again, but the possibility of her becoming pregnant? That, and the combination of Natsuki's smile and the slow motion of her hands as she masturbated pushed her into motion - a desperate attempt to protect herself.

Her legs, toned from years of walking but utterly unused to this kind of sudden strain bunched and propelled Anne towards Natsuki. The distance was short but it felt like the terrible sight of Natsuki was a mile away to Anne’s eyes, each inch forward being a struggle to actually go closer to that which she was terrified of. Outwardly, her motion was quick - her hair whipped back from the sudden movement leaving her face clear of its habitual shield, her eyes shining bright, framed stark against the alabaster white of her sclera. Whether they were so bright from tears that hovered, barely unshed at the prospect of what could happen if she failed, or from a simple refraction of light catching them as she attacked was unclear - but it made no difference. Her feet pushed her forward as her scream rang out, a single female voice shattering the quiet, displaying her anger, while trying to hide her pain and her fear.

Charging headlong against her opponent Anne's feet tore the yielding rainforest floor like blunt knives. Her mind's eye observed Natsuki standing unmoved through the elongated instants comprising her attack. Natsuki's smile did not falter. It seemed to be cut into her face, a permanent feature placed there by a vindictive artist. Anne was halfway to her and moving fast, but while Anne was seeing in slow motion her target seemed set on pause. Her arm made a hook with her fist poised at the end. She aimed it at the staunchly immobile image of Natsuki. She launched a punch. There was too much momentum behind it for Anne to stop herself by now but it didn't matter because her target didn't have time to stop her either. For a dazzling moment Anne's confidence became a palpable force, hard inside her fingers. Her fist was a rock about to smash the face of evil. Natsuki met her eyes, and just before contact, she dissolved into laughter.

Abruptly Anne was off balance. She'd counted on Natsuki's face bracing her, but instead her attack followed through without resistance. Natsuki remained where she was, laughing giddily, while Anne stumbled directly through her and felt nothing but a disconcerting lack of grace. Her arm had flung too far ahead of her and now her center of balance was stretched past her feet. But then something caught her from behind. Natsuki's hand seemed solid enough as it snatched a hank of Anne's hair. How unfair! Anne had to have hit her, yet her blow resolved into so much flailing while Natsuki's hand jerked her head so badly the trees nearly flipped upside down. In the next instant Anne nearly sagged to the ground, but found herself planted firmly on the other woman's heel. It was a mortifying position; Anne was slanted mid-dive, head reared back and hair stretched horizontally into a black banner, while her thighs were separated over Natsuki's foot. The heel jutted into Anne's crotch presumptuously. To add insult, Natsuki ground her offending foot against the wobbling student's panties.

"What a brave violet you turned out to be!" Natsuki tittered. Then she shoved her quarry with a deft kick. Anne lacked any recourse for resistance. The monstrous woman's kick drove into her seat and sent her forward in an ungainly, wholly involuntary leap, after which she plopped chest first into the damp earth.

"I'll admit," Natsuki continued as she advanced on the prostrate and bedraggled maiden, "you seemed so shy I didn't believe you had a temper. My mistake, hmm? You're actually something of a vixen I think. Oh, don't give me that face. You already knew it was useless to try that. But, I'll applaud your vigor, little girl. Maybe I'll remember you after I've finished ravaging your body inside out."

The sudden laughter from Natsuki sparked a sudden, horrible feeling that she had made a catastrophic mistake. She found out what sort of mistake a moment later as first her fist went straight through Natsuki! Completely stunned she overbalanced and the rest of her followed her fist and she found her entire body pass through the student. The worst part was when her face passed through the seemingly solid flesh of Natsuki. So completely shocked by this complete impossibility she made no attempt to stop her fall to the ground.

She didn't make it though, instead her cry of rage turning into a shriek of pain as her ground-ward fall was arrested by her hair being yanked brutally backwards. It hurt and she thrashed out of reflex, trying to release her hair from what had caught it and, at the same time trying to get her feet under her which only had the effect of more pain hurting more. Exhausted, confused and completely out of her depth she struggled weakly, trying to get her feet under her but that attempt was stymied by the feeling of a hard pressure directly against her nethers, both causing her to freeze in mid wriggle and also bending her like a bow, firmly putting paid to any attempt at freeing herself. As the foot ground against her she whimpered quietly, Natsuki’s words mocking her attempts.

With no ceremony she found herself face first in the soft ground and rolled, trying to see what had happened. The sight of Natsuki advancing, a broad smile on her lips crushed her sprit. Anne was out of ideas, out of energy and losing any real hope of waking up from this nightmare.

“How?” She said with a stifled sob, meaning what had just happened and not Natsuki’s words. For the moment she didn’t make any attempt to stand back up, instead looking up at her tormentor, her tired mind working in useless circles.

“How did I find you?” Natsuki guessed with a sly wink.

“Why, I’m a tad proud of myself actually. You see I found these scuffs in the soil bed, constantly, amidst a veritable trail of debris. Those furrows were so newly turned I reasoned that they must belong to you Anne, and so they did! I had quite the pleasant promenade while following you.” She continued wearing that sly look of hers, waiting for a reaction out of Anne. Then she winked. Jungle mulch squished as the cowed student’s nude stalker skipped suddenly above her and planted her feet on either side of Anne’s midriff. Natsuki straddled her prize, setting her hands haughtily on her hips and bending over to leer adorably. The domineering position caged Anne below Natsuki’s pendulous member.

“I am teasing, just teasing you little violet. You were asking how I became so, shall we say, insubstantial?” Natsuki tittered, and her cock oozed into Anne’s navel like hot taffy off a spoon.

“I can do whatever I fancy, pretty nymph. What you’ve previously witnessed ought to have remedied you of such surprise, unless shrubbery grapples you on ordinary occasions. One does not expect such a temperamental girl to be level-headed too, though.” With that a dainty foot pinned Anne’s pelvis. Her genitalia were tenderly mashed beneath an oppressive heel. At the same time Natsuki started to grin, whetting two wicked eyeteeth with her tongue. It was a grin like she’d purchased the university, like an extortioner who’d ferreted out somebody’s despicable secrets. Her foot ground pruriently into Anne’s crotch, with a molester’s consummate skill. Then it skated up the schoolgirl’s belly. Prodding.

“So, sweetmeat, where do you prefer that I bite you?”

Under the shadow of a slab of cockmeat bigger the her worst nightmares had managed to produce, she felt trapped - imprisoned beneith its shadow. She couldn't even move her legs to shut them as Natsuki's foot ground against her borrowed panties, splitting apart the delicate flesh.

Anne shook her head, her midnight black hair glowing in the sunlight, despite its current state, messed, full of twigs and leaves. She attempted to make sense of everything that was being said to her and she came up with a complete blank. It was like the words were there, as were the meaning but she no longer had the energy to completely make sense of them. A distant part of her perhaps understood properly what was going on but she had finally reached her mental and physical limits.

With no tricks to fall back on she lay there, legs spread, chest heaving in such a way that each breath look like her orbs were going to escape from their stressed confines with each breath.

"Bite me?" Anne asked stupidly, her gaze and mind focused firmly on the cock that was gently smearing precum over her bare stomach.

"Oh no." Natsuki flung out an impatient hand as she regarded Anne. "Already a frozen rabbit are you? I still wanted to milk the anticipation. Well, since you aren't playing your role properly anymore I'll have to motivate you."

Natsuki moved her foot from her captive's crotch to her chest and let her weight bear down on the girl. She was anything but heavy, but Anne was in no fit state to struggle and all of Natsuki's mass was concentrated into her heel. She bore down upon Anne's heart with a wild expression, smiling with her teeth parted like a weasel.

"Let's delay the bite dear. How will you appreciate my teeth while you're so busy appreciating my cock?" Natsuki leaned onto her bended knee, which put even more pressure onto Anne's chest. By now breathing made the student's ribs creak. Anne saw her tormentress reach out to feel the donated uniform covering her shoulders. Then she twisted a handful of the cloth in her hand and stood up. The cloth tore laboriously, without violence. Natsuki wanted her prey to hear the sound as those finely woven threads were rent ragged. Then she tossed away the fluttering remnant and surveyed Anne's newly bared shoulder. This time, Natsuki reached for the quivering maiden's skirt.

The tearing sound echoed through the trees and tore through Annes mind, making her flinch from the sound, her hand coming up to shield the now bare bit of skin, although the motion was wasted at best given the state of her attire. Worse, flinching away merely made the huge cock resting against her stomach slide slightly, leaving a trail of white fluid as it continued leaking against her. Anne couldn't look away, enraptured in spite of herself, almost like she was afraid that the cock itself would come to life and give her the bite that Natsuki had just commented on...

She could feel the pre-come smear across her, hot and sticky. Her skin crawled under its touch and she whimpered a little at the feeling. She hated being so powerless, but there was something about the monstrosity that made her immobile. Forced under its shadow and weight it seemed more threatening than the girl who had chased her and brought her here, as if it was a separate monster all on its own.

It was Natsuki herself that managed to break her spell. Out of the corner of her eyes Natsuki's hand descending towards her skirt. It was, despite the tattered state, a last bastion of protection from this creature in her mind. Without thinking Annes hand shot from covering her shoulder, reaching to grab the girls wrist, her own eyes finally being wrenched away from the dribbling phallus.

Anne caught it, the woman's wrist, totally solid and distressingly nice feeling. The being had skin that, under other circumstances, Anne might invent excuses to touch. Natsuki's smile shifted into a parody of benevolence as she caught Anne's wrist in turn. She waited for her victim to process the consequences.

"Yes. Yes sweetheart, I'm real. You can touch me, your earlier confusion notwithstanding." That mockingly pleasant smile broadened again into a vicious and daintily fanged configuration as her words sunk in. Anne could touch Natsuki, but that meant Natsuki had the same privileges. That meant the slobbering phallus beating against her belly button was not a figment. The cum puddling on her stomach was more than some obscene dream. That cock could enter her, would enter her. Natsuki pursed her lips sweetly and kissed her new plaything's palm.

"I have your attention now? Wonderful. I'm more than my genitals, you realize. I'm glad you're looking at my face again, since I'm the one who will be raping you." Natsuki didn't chuckle. She wasn't joking. Then she sank her teeth into Anne's yielding palm. It felt like diamonds were jammed into the meat of Anne's hand. They hurt, as tiny as they were, contorting her fingers with electric pain. However, it was the unmistakable sensation of hot venom pumping into her veins that made Anne forget to breathe.

"I should have bitten your pussy girl, make you ripe and juicy for me. Except that wouldn't fulfill your expectations, would it Anne? Have you ever had that dream where you run from something invincible? You run and run, but it always catches you. When it does, it doesn't just go for the kill, does it? What scares you, what makes it a nightmare, is that you're still alive when it starts to tear you up." This time Natsuki did laugh, but it wasn't out of mirth. It was out of naked, hysterical pleasure.

"I promise to let you feel me all day, little violet."