Gersham chuckled. He watched as the ooze flowed around the girl. Since he was not the one doing this to her he did not have to concntrate on what he was doing so he simoly observed what was going on to the poor girl though her spirits were still uo it seemed.

You know what they say, ignorane is bliss.

There had been the threat that there was in fact someone else monitoring something, in responding to it as she thrashed in that sickly green mass that had snared her up so. Gersham watched on and while he would have agreed that virgins were over rated for they had to be taught everything from the ground up he doubted that she had anything that ould have been remotely interesting as far as trade went. No magic or gold, no virginity or forbidden knowledge he guessed either.

He watched as Amelia had her breasts toyed with. The slightly caustic feel to the slime washed over her then, and while her juices began to manifest it grew more eager for her.

It pumped into her faster absorbing those juices as readily as they cropped up, absorbing them in it's never ending quest to gather food and essence.

Fortunately it had seemed to remember and Ortix wasn't slamming into her but rather eagerly stabbing into the folds of her body. It was sentient, smarter than a dog for it seemed to learn quick though if Ortix had any complex reasoning skills she could not say for certain as it forced it's way into her again and again.

You know the benefits of the third eye? You can tell when someone tries to fake an orgasm. He laughed. Not that you look like you will be faking anything come to think of it.

"Okay, it' s official." Juniper said as Gersham so nonchalantly uttered that ancient truism, "I hate your guts." She shifted her weight forward a bit further, her fingers reaching down until she had a firm grip on the earth and soil underneath her captor. It was going better, but she still needed more. For all his aggravating taunting, her heckler was right about at least one thing. She couldn't just fake this, she needed it to be real, and strong, the kind of thing that would daze her for a while if it was going to work.

"I really didn't think I could hate one of you more than Ms. Duval . . . " she said, pausing as her weight settled, gasping softly as the creature inside her started grinding deeper inside, "But you are really pushing my fucking buttons." she growled. With a grunt, she pulled herself down just before the next thrust, though the exertion turned to a sharp inhale almost immediately after. "C'mon..." she muttered, grinding herself down with the next thrust as well, "Faster, dammit!" she shouted, grinding her hips and giving them a twist before she rose up again, "Do it like you mean it!" she tried to coax the thing further. It seemed to work well enough, she felt some suction as she was pulled down this time, "AH! Fuck --yeah!" she called out as she was rocked in place and then drawn down again "MMPH, just like that!"

Shit she thought as she was pulled down onto another thrust, her back rolling with it, This actually . . . feels really good . . . again she was pulled down firmly, but as he drew out she still felt all of the stroking, wriggling sensation at the edge of her lips, a light vibration tugging her clit that only intensified with the rippled that followed each thrust. And the whole time it was squeezing and rolling her breasts. The timing was completely divorced from the thrusting, but somehow she didn't care as she felt a rough sucking on her nipples. A shudder ran through her body as her panting hung a step, her sex squeezed tightly around the pseudo pod pressing into her, pressing her juices into it before it pulled back with a sucking motion. Her hips were shaking and her eyes glazing, her fingers tore into the earth looking for purchase.

"Oh gawd!" and then he rushed forward again, filling her up. She threw her shoulders back against his mass as her muscles rocked hard, drawing tight as a climax rolled through her. She was taking a deep shuddering breath to try and recover, but this creature wasn't like a human lover, her spasming and clenching did nothing to slow it's thrusts. "W-wait--" Juniper stammered a bit. She tried to move but the goo had seeped in under her arms while she was recovering, and not it was holding her fast, still thrusting away. Juniper's body started to tremble ". . . There's just no way . . ." she whimpered, but her body was still reacting stoking her fires back up just before she'd come wholly back down. She let out a wordless cry as her body peaked a second time, stars dancing in her eyes as her tongue hung loosely.

She swayed loosely, feeling as though she was the one who had no bones as the creature continued to pump her body, hungry for more of what she would give him. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused, her breath deep and ragged, but she was too numb to accommodate. After shocks making her twitch sporadically she took a deep sigh. . .funny how he felt like a water bed, so soft. She just needed a moment . . . to rest . . .

And we were being so amicccable with one another, oh well, I did say I was going to rape you at some point, Amelia, so I can't say as if I am surprised. He sighed or perhaps pretended to as his shoulders rolled a little as he continued to watch on.

Had he wanted to he could have ended this whole scene but why would he do something like that without reason? He watched on as she twisted, her hands sinking into slime beneath her as she prepared herself

Ms. Duval … Duval … Duval ... Gersham pondered the name. I'm assuming that she is some sort of monster. I'm new here so to speak so there aren't too many monsters I know of other than mysle, Aegir of course and that diabolic thing … what did he say his name was, oh I suppose it doesn't matter he was much to weak to remember. But sy, that looks like fun.

He watched as she pushed against the slime, Ortix encouraged to draw faster insid of her as she moved. The more excited Juni grew, the quicker sh could get the thing to go as it surged within her naked body, Gersham gaining an excellent view of things as she attempted to encorage it as it rocked inside hergasping as it trust … so hot, if Juni wasn't careful later might be coming up sooner than either expected.

But it did not stop as her juices flowed from her, as it aquired what it was after. But it was encouraged to go faster again so getting it to stop, especially when faced with the prospect of harvesting that luscious nectar was too great so it pounded away at her, collecting, absorbing that moisture and stopping only when it was certain that it could harvest no more from her.

But once it's need was sated Ortix pulled back from her, that ooze going in one of two directions as it split again going in to separate directions. The only noises to disturb the silence had been her uneven breaths and the applause to her spectatur.

Bravo, encore! Encore! He chuckled as he looked down at her from his perch.

"Ah . . ." Juniper lay back for a long moment, fingers curling loosely among the blades of grass. Now that the creature had moved on, she shivered gently at the feel of a low breeze making it's way through the trees, a low groan softly making it's way through parted lips as she lightly traced her tongue along the edge of her mouth. Her eyes were still unfocused, her hand loosely drawing up along her side and over her belly, making it's way up until she firmly grasped one nipple.

"Mph . . . good." she said, feeling the firm steel core in the center of her soft, aroused flesh. Whatever the thing was, it didn't dissolve metals, which meant she didn't quite need to call things off just yet. Which was convenient, since she didn't particularly want to traipse nude back into the campus, that was just the sort of invitation that Rena would pounce on.

She pulled herself up slowly into a sitting position, not even moving to cover herself as that polite but insistant applause rang out in the forest. She started running her fingers along the ground, parting blades of grass and looking for her things. On hands and knees she scoured the ground around her for any of her metal picks, though it was like looking for needles in a haystack. She did come across her mints, she picked up the tin and shook it a bit, wondering if the creature had managed to get inside. Dimly, she realized she was getting hungry. Then she heard the call for an encore, looking up.

"Dammit, if you start summoning more of those things here, you're going to end up my next project you bastard!" she said, shaking her fist. If the tin was empty, she'd go ahead and throw it at him.

She was perfectly clean, all of the goop had pulled away from her and the scene, her naked and aroused body the only evidence that it was here in the first place. She did find her can of mints and there were mints in it, while Ortrix could ease inside the canister it was unable to digest foods that weren't broken down at least a little.

But Gersham watched her naked body as she searched for this and that. Looking for some of her belongings it appeared though he took pleasue in watching her naked body crawling about on her hands and knees and envisoned that state later on. Maybe he'd have her crawl to him and suck his dick, then again she seemed like the sort that would bite too out of spite.

He leapt down out of the tree now that Ortix was gone using his wings to glide the short distance though once he touched down those feathery black wings vanished and he leaned up against the tree.

Summonig up oozes is so distasteful, Amelia, especially when I can do what they can do and better than they can. You'll find out for yourself eventually though.

But should I be worried if I am the next project? You seem to be doing so well with this one. He laughed and shook his head.[/b] Besides you cannot kill me, I only know of one that can so you're wlcome to try.

But since I am going to rape you one of these days you can take this gift … well, it is not really a gift … a replacement considering that when we meet I'll probably shred your clothes and ruin them.

The half demon snapped his fingers and she was back in her clothes or rather replacements seeing how the orginals where destroyed.

But I am curious as to whom you wish to make your project, assuming it is not code for anything I'm going to assume you mean kill. Now care telling me or is it a secret?

For her part, Juniper had almost immediately bit her tongue when she realized what she'd said. God dammit, June, what the hell was that!? Just go ahead and tell the creature that can discern truths at a glance that you're in the middle of some sketchy stuff, you want him to bend you over a table figuratively as well? Seeing the man leap out of the tree, Juniper forced herself to a standing position, wanting to be ready to do . . . something at least, if she had to, I swear to God, it's like there's some wire crossed in your brain that turns you into a mouthy, hostile cunt whenever you get off.

"Ah yes, how silly of me to forget. You said you prefer a more personal touch, didn't you?" she said, trying to get her equilibrium back as she opened the lid on the tin, popping one in her mouth and closing it up again without offering one to the man in front of her. Sure, it was rude, but frankly she felt the man was owed a little rudeness, "And this is just a temporary setback, I assure you. Five, maybe ten minutes to collect my things, and I don't even have to worry about those things dogging my steps until they're done . . . digesting, I guess."

She started a bit, taking a step back as he snapped his fingers, blinking and looking down at her covered chest. There was no sign of the track jacket, of course, that had been long gone by the time he'd come across her, but simply having clothes at all was a relief. Idly, she tugged at her collar.

"I really hate to ask, but these aren't going to come alive and molest me when I'm in the middle of something, are they?" she said, arching an eyebrow at him. Sudden gifts from crazed strangers had a certain tendency to have unseen strings attached.

"Well, you're the one who said ignorance is bliss. Why don't we just keep that a surprise for the time being?" she said with a slight smirk, apparently pleased to have at least twisted the creature's own phrasing against him for a moment.

No, they will not animate. I highly doubt that the clothes I destroy in the future will have such a quality so I'm replacing clothes with clothes. I suppose I should take you in the dorms least you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, stark naked like you were a few seconds ago.

I doubt you will have to worry much about the slime in the short term. If it wasn't through or digested it's meal or whatever it does quickly well I think it would have lingered near it's food or energy souce … I don't know how it works …

An interesting set back nevertheless ...

Gersham thought for a moment as he looked at Amelia, his mind pondering what she said, claws drumming on his forearms as he thought. He supposed he didn't care … well there would only be one other concern but that was because his existance was tied to them. As it was she assumed that this was not the case and if it was he was too powerful for a meager student to deal with.

I suppose it does not matter, Amelia … well, until next time I suppose ...

His black feathery wings materialized from his back as he prepared to depart.

"Paying it forward, huh? Such a gentleman." Juniper said, rolling up the shirt again and cinching it to one side. At least in the muggy tropical weather the bare midriff look wouldn't attract overly much attention, she tucked the mints in along with one of the bent lengths of wire she'd managed to come across before, just to make certain that the shirt wouldn't come undone. She still wasn't sure that she trusted that there were no tricks with her new clothes. Idly she considered that Aegir could make her think she was clothed while she was really walking around nude at the day she was born and she'd never know better. Though that would leave her wondering how exactly she was using her pseudo-pocket.

Idly, she considered asking the man for his name, but it occurred to her that he'd mentioned that he'd spoken with Aegir. It might be worth it to ask him the next time they met up, if he was still staying out of her head she might even have a go at tricking it out of him. It wasn't every day one got to try and match wits with a millennia old intelligence after all, though in Aegir's case it might be cheating since he usually had access to prodigious mental powers.

Slowly, she gathered up about a third of her picks, pushed her way through the underbrush before she caught sight of a white cross poking out of the grass. Ah, there it was, she picked the thumb drive up and gave it another quick kiss before tucking it in her pocket. She cast her eyes around. She'd been looking at her impromptu map when the goo thing had attacked her, but she'd lost track of it in the scuffle. Had the ooze managed to get ahold of it, or had it blown away while she'd been looking for an advantage?

Gerham hung around for a second or two longer.

Normally I could could not bring myself to care but I have found you amusing, amelia.

He then left, springing back into the air and takint flight. He left her to collect up her things and she was making some progress in find some picks but more importantly finging the flash drive. The map was not so lucky though it had been dissolved in places. She could barely make out the school that was nar the dge of the map and there had been some incidental splattering that left holes in the map in places.

It was a mess but the center most prtion was intact and she could dope out her position as well as where this inhibitor was which didn't seem much further. It had cost her too much to go back and with the threat of Rena tomorrow there was an incentive to carry on.

There were no guards though, no security so if that thing was a guard of some sorts they propably meant for a wayard student to slink back off and not realize what they actually stumbled upon. Perhaps they had not designed scenarios where a student would deliberately come to this spot.

She managed to get to the very spot of the map and there was nothing remarkable here, well other than a large amcient looking tree that had been among the scattering of some of the rocks here.

All had been quiet though, perhaps eerily so as if there was something here or something watching. A true guardian?

Amusing she thought, making a face, Well, it's something, I guess. She watched him as his wings flapped down powerfully, drawing him higher into the air, noting little details here and there about the way he moved with those strong motions. She knew that human beings wouldn't fly, even if you gave them wings, so clearly there was something beyond strict mechanical power going on here. She noted that his shoulders weren't even moving with the flaps, letting him maintain dignity and poise, but also suggesting that his wings weren't actually an integrated part of him. So, no hollow bones, it was more likely that he was instinctively generating some kind of effect that lightened his body to facillitate things. Idly she wondered how far off course she could drag him, if she caught him while he was airborn.

She tsked slightly at the burnt edges on the map, turning it over in her hands a few times until she thought she had it properly oriented. At least she still had the master copy back in her room, she could print out another one if she needed to. She glanced down at her leg for a moment, bending the knee a few times. Mmn . . . better. She planted the heel on the earth and dropped her body weight low and to one side, kneeling low as she stretched it out, then she smoothly shifting her weight from one leg to the other, bouncing on the knee. It tingled a little bit, maybe it was a little tender, but it seemed like it was in working order again. She nodded to herself a bit, it was still a setback, but she could pick up the pace a bit now, so maybe she could make up the difference.

She moved through the forest at a brisk jog now, no more pauses as she cast her gaze around keeping an eye out for more slithering blob things. Fortunately it seemed she'd crossed the first hurdle, however inelegantly. She hopped down a short break in the ground, clambering over roots and weaving between trees as she made her way through the uncleared woods. There was no path to speak of, it seemed that Mr. Fournier would probably be making his way here with a machete in one hand and a compass in the other.

Finally, she slowed to a stop under the boughs of a great and ancient tree. She looked at the map in her hands again, turning it this way and that . . . no, this was definitely the spot. She turned her eyes up at the tree, well, it was definitely impressive, she could believe that this was one of the most potent spiritual nexuses on the island, something had to be feeding this thing for it to be so huge. She hopped up along one of the broad gnarled roots and followed it's way up to the trunk, looking up at it's leaves as she did so. If it were petrified, it might make the perfect hiding place for a secret door. If it were simply dead and rotting, it'd be useless except for the benefit of visual cover, her best chance then would be to search the roots. If it were still alive . . . well, she'd still walk the perimeter of it and press it's various knots looking for some kind of handhold or spring-loaded lever. Then she'd move to searching among the rocks.

The forest was eerily quiet as she looked the tree over. Having been a city girl all her life, the silence didn't carry with it quite the dread that it should have. Similarly, she hadn't noticed the lack of animals on the island, or indeed tracks or scratches that would signify that animals had ever been on the island.

The tree was quite impressive. What was feeding it, or had if it were actually dead was an issue that had entered her mind as she moved up to it. It was in fact quite ancient and she soon disvovered that the tree itself was infact petrified.

Unaware of any sort of easiness or picking up on the hidden camera that captured her image as she walked around it, investigating the knots and what not until she heard the clicking sound as she touched upon a spring that caused the door slid open revealing a later that went down about 10 meters … The lights were a dull red down there and there seemed to be some sort of lab or ship or something down there, The floor was a grated steel, the walls were a uniform gray and now that the door was opened there was a faint humming sound coming from the northern portions of the structure almost beginning to be investigated.





She picked up the receiver.

“Number one has been breach.”

“I thought Ortix was in place for that?”

“She kept going I guess,” the voice said. “You're people are closer.”

“I have the new guy out that way, he's too green so I'll send Tin Man near there, he'll get her when she gets out ...”

“Just don't screw this up. Nab her, do what you want but use the serum to erase her memories of the place, Rena.”

“Well, that's rather obvious. I so love the faculty-student interactions ...”

“You're not faculty Rena ...”

“Yes, yes, semantics … I should be though.”

Juniper made her way around the tree poking and prodding at anything that looked promising. There was a decent sized knot, she pushed her palm to it and tried to twist, just to have her hand slide off it pointlessly. It looked like a worm had burrowed out of the bark here before the tree had gone rock hard, she pressed her thumb into the hole to no avail. There was a slight roll in the bark casting a shadow, she dipped her fingers in at the top and slid them down, a metal catch brushing against her fingertip. She fiddled with a moment, finally getting the catch to release, and a part of the tree shaped like a door popped loose. She blinked, she hadn't seen any seam in the woodgrain . . . she found herself wondering how many such secret doors the faculty had secreted around the campus. At least six more, she mused as she pulled the door open, ducking her head as she took quiet steps inside and closed the entrance behind her. Never once suspecting that a camera half-buried in an adjacent tree was recording her every movement and wirelessly broadcasting it back to security.

It was dark, and the air was uncomfortably stale. She supposed that secret storehouses didn't rate much in terms of ventilation, what with secrecy being their first line of defense. Still, she wished she could do something to clear up the muggy air, however little. She picked her way through the short alcove, a silhouette against the red lighting as she looked over the edge of the ladder well in front of her. Apparently they'd dug straight into the tree's taproot. Well, she couldn't see anyone coming up, so she supposed that she was clear to go down. Grabbing hold of the top rungs, she took a few measured steps down the ladder to get securely in place.

"The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent and easy is the way." she muttered, a bit of The Aeneid popping into her mind unbidden She settled her feet on the outsides of the ladder's braces and leaned back, letting herself slide silently down the ten meters, squeezing with her hands to put the brakes on just before she hit the grated steel floor below. All around her, things were picked out in a hellish, energy efficient red glow. Dark shadows filling the corners of her vision as she swung her head around to get the lay of the land. She felt tense, half expecting something to jump out at her at any minute . . . but there was no movement that she could see.

"I have got to start carrying a flashlight with me on these little sojourns." she muttered, spurring herself forward as she moved towards the low humming that filled the air, doing her best to keep the sounds of her footsteps on the metal grates from echoing down the halls and announcing her presence.

The later descended into that red Abyss that went in two directions. To her left a short distance away was a large thich door, the same held true for the opposite portion of the corridor some distance down though along the way there were two doors, one that was lose and fairly large emited that hum like puslse. The others were large and red, from here, even in the dim omnious light she could make out a key pad by that one.

The air was chilly but not frigid though it was cold enough to see her breath oddly enough. At least the air didn't seem too cold right now …

As she moved their was a muted eecho on the grated floor despite her best efforts though she had muted the sound somehat so 4 doors to check out …





She heard what most word consider garbled speech using radio waves and electronic pitch.

BY YOUR COMMAND it crackled out shortly thereafter. It always repeated what it said with a translation so their was always a brief delay when speaking with it.

The communication was cut and the entity called Tin Man by most relenhtlessly made it's way to the tree. The golem found it, swinging to the shaded side of it then hide near another tree. He was large and obvious when he hide where he might be overlooked at first because he was so damn still but so damn obvious if you looked at the goelm's hiding spot.

But he was tireless never getting distracted, never waivering in what it was suppose to do … silently it stood there and waited as it was instructed to do, at least for now.

Juniper looked at the way her silhouette was cast against the wall as she paused in front of one of the red lights. Knees bent, head low, hands out and reaching, it looked like some kind of inhuman thing the way the limps were stretched all out of proportion and the way she seemed to have no neck. She shook her head, she had to calm down, focus, try not to think about the little clouds of vapor that were issuing out of her lungs even if the air didn't feel cold enough for it. She had a choice to make.

She glanced at the keypad, as good an indicator of something important, but something else struck her as more important. One of the doors was slightly ajar, which implied that she wasn't quite alone down here. She slid her fingers into her improvised pocket and true out the USB/Mini adapter she'd brought with her from her room, wrapping it tightly around her hand and drawing out the other end. giving it a quick jerk to see how well it would hold. A serviceable garrote, if she needed one.

She crept her way up to the door, her own feet silent, but her weight causing the grating to sag and tap against it's support beams. She hoped the low hum would mask her approach as she slid her back along the wall, tilting her head to peak through the crack as she approached. Assuming she didn't see anyone, she'd put her shoulder to the door and push it open just wide enough for her to slide in, leaning to look around the door as she crossed the threshold.

Facing the ladder she crept closer away to her right at the lone door there. The hum of the generator or whatever it was had been behind her growing fainter as she moved down towards this lone end of the corridor. Her breath was still hanging in the air despite it not feeling overly cold so far.

At first the generator's hum did an adequate job of concealing her eechoing steps but she could still her them. The futher away from the generator she got despite the care that she used.

Bracing herself for the worse she made her make shift weapon then cracked open the door. Dark shapes greated her though they were large, partially omninous but didn't draw any closer. The room was darker the the corridor she was in and the lights here had been off indicating that no one was here – but she recalled when she saw Rena the other night.

She was standing there in a dark room and didn't need any lights. Of course the red lights in the hall way would have silohetted her nicely if that was the case so if there was anything there it had yet to make it's move, perhaps it was waiting for the lights to spring on to pounce upon her … the choice was her's to make.