Andrea sighed, there had been a far away look in her eyes though and it had taken the recitation of her name a few times to snap her out of her haze. It was rather nostalgic being able to sing like this. Of course the other students didn't pick up on the fact that she was anything but simple Stephanie Miller the girl that could acquire things for them.

Singing was a passion of her's. It was also a lot of hard work but she was on vacation here. So she was being assigned clean up duty, rearranging the chairs and desks back into their proper alignment, gathering up all the sheet music and so forth. Making sure all the instruments were placed away, etc, etc …

She turned her thoughts to that time when she was cleaning up and attacked by that alien Dendrite. He had told her that there were two matters, resistance and submission. She submitted seeing that she was captured. But what was this place? She had been attacked by things she could not really understand here, twice now.

She shook loose that thought. She was on of the girl's singing rather than playing an instrument.

The others filed out. It was evening, just after 4 now so this was the last class in this building anyway. So she had gone about doing a little of this and that straightening up the room, piling up all the sheet music and so forth. She had thought she had collected all the instruments from practice when she heard the melody of a violin.

What the? Didn't she collect them all? Did someone make off with one or was there another class going on? No, there was no class, she was pretty sure of that but she was new and didn't know for certain so she found herself approaching the sound ...

The University like many other scholarly establishments had its share of old stories. Some of these stories were just rumors, legends, or just out right ghost stories. In a sense the being standing at the back end of one of the class rooms could be said to be the focal point of such stories. The room was dimmley lit only using what natural light afforded by the setting sun. The desk all faced the same direction towards a single humanoid figure in the class room. Violin music could be heard coming oddly not from this figure but the center of the room. On one of the desk there was an old MP3 player hooked up to a pair of speakers. Under the speakers and MP3 device was oddly enough a wigi board. The figure in the room was of femoning form with pale skin who just stood there, acting like she was playing an instrument.

The Figure looked very much like it was a mannequin that had been placed here on purpose. The mannequin woman wore an all blue dress wich had a shoulder less top half, which just covered the upper portion of the breast. Along the hem line above the breast were plastic blue roses. The dress looking like it was something one wore to a recital or other important events. Another blue rose was in the mannequins neck length hair. Small synthetic looking black wings also sprouted from the mannequins back bending to rest half way behind her. Her eyes closed, while her chin rested on the chin rest for a blue colored violin, which was grasped in the mannequins left hand. In its right was the bow used to play the instrument also in a blue color. Who ever had been in the room before hand had apparently, left things in this state. It was possible this had been set up to help the person visualize a costume for a possible play, or concert.

The violin music would stop playing only to restart from the beginning again. The current song was currently on a loop and sounded like it could have lyrics put to it. On closer inspection of the space between the mannequin and the desk it was big enough for a single person to fit. Possibly some one had set this up to act like a visual representation of a stage. On the other hand this could all just be some one going to great lengths for an elaborate prank, and it was possible they be back later with a victim or two.

“Hello,” she called following the sound of the music to another classroom. Peeking into it she had found that it was still unlocked, the janitor probably locked them up then again did this school even have one seeing that the girl's were often piked to clean up. She supposed there was one to mop up any vomit or clean away messes of an unusual nature. She once again recounted Dendrite and the incredible mess that he had left.

Looking she saw a mannequin. At first she had thought it was a student but noticed that it was not moving and the sound of the music was coming from the center of the room. Had she more experience on the island she might have left it all alone but found herself drawn forward wondering what was going on here.

A Ouija board … an MP3 … she was tempted to shut it off but refrained from doing so just yet. “What the hell ...” She walked to the mannequin and stood in front of it. “Nice dress ...”

Where there three or four violins? She would have remembered this one so maybe an earlier class forgot to put it away. Reaching towards it she went to retrieve the instrument ...

The being in the room watched as the young woman entered into the room. Observing from both the same plane and a different one. There and not there at the same time. Seeing the student reaching for her precious violin, her only anchor to this plane did not sit well with her. From behind the young woman the door would slam shut, while not locked the door had something wedged into it from the other side keeping the door from opening. The room had begun to become cooler all most chilly, but that could have just been due to the time of day. The triangle with the magnifier glass belonging to the Ouija board began to move spelling out the word thank you. Inside the room had grown dimmer with the setting sun making it hard to see things, a single faint source of blue light began to emanate from the mannequin, and then it began to move.

Oddly enough the mannequin began to play the violin it had been holding. Not only did it begin to play but adding another sense of harmonic depth to the violin playing on the MP3. Apparently there had been another part to the piece, which the mannequin now played in perfect synchronization and harmony with the music device. Was this really just a mannequin, or could it possibly be something created by the robotics department. In the back left corner something clattered to the floor, having falling off a desk. It had been a clip board with a note on it, which read.

To whomever is reading this,

I am sorry for luring you to this room, but she made me do it. I can't remember the exact details my head feels a bit foggy. I think she mentioned something about sound and a songstress. Ah right something about a melody for a songstress to sing or was it play. She said she leave instructions through the Ouija board. It's getting harder to remember all I can do is apologize for my actions.

At this point in time the young student might have noticed the uniform she wore felt a bit tight, or at least tighter then normal. It felt like the actual garment was shrinking, but yet it wasn't. A few buttons would pop off from the blouse all most like they couldn't hold the young woman's body in the clothing. This had been an illusion created by the sound frequency of the song that played through out the room. The combination of the MP3 player and the violin being played created a frequency which made the students clothes feel smaller, while hitting a frequency to pop buttons off the clothing.

Andrea jump a yelp of terror leaving her through as the door slammed shut grabbing her attention and taring it away from the mannequin and the violin for the moment. Her heart hammered in her chest though it was just the wind, one f the windows had to have been left open but she did not feel a breeze, nor did it look as if any of the windows had been left open.

“Holy crap, that scared the hell out of -” She heard noise, the movement of that triangle. Her eyes catching it form words … ANK YOU … she had missed the first two letters but could figure it out.

Her attention twisting back to the mannequin as hands drew back the bow string adding to the music. Was it a student perfectly still, no, this had to be something so much more. Her heart beat against her chest, she had an idea seeing what had happened to her before but this was down right creepy but before she would work all this out her attention had been snapped once more to the clip board.

Slowly she walked to it, this had to be a message for her, right? She read trying to make sense out of it. It was cryptic though eerie at the same time. Ouija board … communication … songstress … it made some sense and in a way she was confused as her clothes felt tighter and buttons popped free.

It might have been all in her head but she undid the remaining buttons then would discard it completely if the top still felt tight folding it up and setting it on one of the desks but hesitated to remove more unless the tightness continued.

Shifting her attention to the board she was silent for a moment. “Hello, are you still there? Was that message for me? What do you want?” The basic questions, the two prior creatures were corporeal beings that were straight forward in their needs.

Perhaps that was why she had not checked the door assuming that it was locked or a telekinetic force would hold it closed.

The being continued to watch and observe the young woman. Peach skin and the woman's well developed chest were revealed, from the student removing her blouse. Unfortunately the being had not found a way yet to effect the full uniform, or the various types of undergarments the students wore. Nor was the being interested in the normal things the others used the students for. The being noticed the one before her was too new to the island. She had not built up enough of what she sought. Though she did sense another sort of potential in this one. The triangle on the board began to move again in response to the young woman's questions.

1. Yes
2. Yes and No
3. To hear your voice songstress

The song on the MP3 player would change to something else, a melody that could be sung to. Even the mannequin changed its violin playing to match the new song being played on the speakers. The triangle began to move again "The words should come easily to you." Even if the young woman didn't find she knew the words, spending some time listening to the music she would find the words popping into her head by them self.

“My voice?” She looked up from the Ouija board, the chill that had been in the air had her nipples puckered up beneath her bra. Goosebumps formed along her arms and she rubbed them to generate some sort of friction though her bra and other clothing had not felt restrictive yet though with that coolness in the room she would have been loathe to discard them as well.

“There are two options, submission and resistance ...”

She heard Dendrite's words played again in her mind and the explanation that noted the points of each. So far this entity did not seem to require too much not that she had chosen resistance before or would choose it here if given the choice.

Submission tended to lead to bliss. She had resisted more the first time around and that had not gotten her anywhere. Submission was selected the second time out and things went much better fr her so she had pursued matters with that in mind.

She had been well versed in music and knew a good deal of pieces. At first the tune seemed familiar, perhaps she had heard it somewhere before. She began humming out a few bars, words pushed into her mind and as they did she began putting words to the melody, soft at first but as she loosened up her vocal chords and more of the words occurred t her she sang with greater confidence.

Was this all that the entity required? She would have no problem singing, after all that's what she did before she came to this school and hid that persona from her fellow students though her love for song, even now, had been renown amongst her peers.

The young woman began to find the rhythm and the words to the music. Her voice being projected into the room with a confidence and a grace the being had not seen. It was truly a shame that this woman was nothing more then live bait. With the signing it drew out the spirits of those who had long passed, but there regrets kept them bound to this place. The young woman would feel what felt like two sets of frogs feet minus the webbing on her breast. One hand just stroked its fingers back and forth on one breast, while the other just moved a finger over the hardening peak of the other. Due to the spirits ethereal state they didn't need to remove the young woman's bra. The triangle on the board would begin to move again.

"Do not panic these spirits have longed to hear a voice sign this song. Do not waver and continue to sign so they may depart from this plane into the next. No matter what due not stop." The two three pronged fingers began to message each breasts, pinching the nipples as they reached the tip of the peak before sliding back down. Eventually enough spirits had gathered that the three pronged hands had become full hands. With each spirit arriving the room would also begin to feel warmer. The hands fell back into there own rhythm of one hand squeezing a breast, while the other used its thumb to stroke over a hardened peak. Eventually the young woman would feel something rigged moving between her legs, grinding up against her sex.

“EH!” Wide eyed at feeling that touch yet there was nothing there she heard the faint rubbing of rubber against wood as the pointer moved on it's own accord again telling her not to stop. Where these malignant spirits that molested her? Rubbing against her, feeling her breasts?

Her cheeks redden, a full colored blush sweeps over her though it grows warmer as more and more of the “malignant” spirits are drawn to the singing the temperature in the room increases though her apparent arousal does not dwindle any, the peaks of her nipples still hard as those hands worked over her.

She continued … though more bold touches followed, something was beneath her skirt rubbing against the simple cotton white panties she wore. She could feel the press of that length sweeping against her there, a tremble enters into her voice. She closes her eyes as if that would help, her hands bunching into firsts as she tries to gather her resolve and continue singing, the only way that these things might move on so to speak or at least move on …

The spirits grow still bolder in there advances, there need to molest the young student allowing them to consolidate into a single entity. If the young woman looked down she would see that her bra showed hands that could clearly not be seen playing with her breasts. A voice would begin to speak to her from behind. "Hehehe how cute your voice trembles with arousal. You can't stand it pretty little thing wants us to stick it in her." The voice all most sounded like a single being, but at the same time it echoed like many were speaking in unison. Before the young student could reply she would feel those cotton white panties being pushed aside. The spirits didn't hesitate to spread her sex while its rod slowly pushed deeper into the student. Oddly enough it began to feel like these spirits had weight, as its rod buried it deep inside the young woman's channel. "That's enough of your voice lets see if you can sign something else." The voice spoke while the spirits rod began to move back and forth, like a spoon stirring up a bowel of soup. Looking down at the wedgie board there was no movement. Had this creature been the one communicating with her, or was the one who had gotten to draw these spirits here just watching ? Either way the mannequin continued to play its violin seeming oblivious to what was going on in front of it.

The spirits seemed restless in other ways as they seemed to gather more “weight” to the touches. While Andrea could not see anything there were the visible effects of hands conforming around her breasts, feeling them, manipulating them as her voice further trembled from the song. Had she pulled this one forth? Had she been tricked? She had to keep singing …

“OHHHHHH!” Something was inside her. She whimpered but she had known how useless struggling had been. Those thrusts had been even and full, an unseen force working against those inner walls as her own arousal build up.

That invaded passage would soon dampen but their was nothing to fold around. Yet her passage was being forced open against the passage of a member that pressed inside her wet folds, Andrea's eyes closing just as that force closed about her breasts.

“NOOO AHHH UMMMM OHHHHH!” A litany of moans and gasps fell from her lips, her legs trembling as a chill raced up her spine, nipples that were already hard strained beneath her bra as she began a song in an entirely different tone ...

It wasn't just that the creature had a weight to it, but that the young woman could now see it. Enough spirits had joined together to give it a corporal form which allowed it to exist in the same plane of existence. The beings body was blue and white flame in the shape of a male. Despite being made out of fire its touch only had a warm sensation and did not burn. The clasp to the young woman's bra could be heard being undone, before one of the creatures hands tossed it to the side. The collections of lewd spirits grasping onto the young woman's hardened peaks and pulling on them, before releasing them and continue to fondle those breast. Its rod continued to pump inside of the vulnerable channel its length and girth continuing to grow bigger, until it filled the young students channel. The tip of its rod hitting the young woman's cervix now with each thrust. A grunt would come from the spirit as it slammed its rod into the young woman again, unloading a hot stream of cum into the woman's channel. Despite having just cum inside of the young student, the spirit continued to thrust its rod into the young woman becoming much rougher in how it handled the young woman.

She could begin to see it and earlier thoughts flowed into her mind. She couldn't resist even if she had wanted to though she was told the options earlier by another. Submission or resistance … but the thing kept growing bigger inside her.

Andrea's bra was discarded, that blue flame grasping her flesh, squeezing and exploring it as she grasped her chest. “UHHH!” She twisted in it's grasp, tried to open her legs a bit more to make this more comfortable for her though it would now have her as it liked, those trusts returning to her a bit rougher now.

Pleasure and pain mixing together as she cried out with each thrust soon feeling herself full of it … cum … ectoplasm … whatever it was did not signal the end though serving merely to add more lubricant to her already wet passage as it returned. Those more of a force it did not need that lubricant to press back inside her though each thrust was rubbing against her erogenous zone, their was no mistaking that as her own passions stirred. She erupted, unable to help it as her own release became more and more evident.

Gasps and moans rang out filling the classroom as it filled her, her internal walls seeking to close over the intruder but there was nothing their for her to grasp. Again she cried out, louder than the last time as that pleasure shot through the entirety of her being causing her to tremble there in the grasp of that phantom.

The spiritual creature continued to pound the young woman's vulnerable folds. It did not care for the mortal woman's comfort, after all she would live through this ordeal, even if she was a bit sore afterwards. To hear the woman's climaxing voice was a pleasure, while it had reached its own limits. Another hot stream of its fluids would flow into the woman's channel. One would think the creature would have continued, but instead it had stopped. It was like the spiritual being had caught wind of the other being in the room. The young woman would feel the creature pull out of her, only for it to lunge at the mannequin. Violin music would abruptly stop, while there was a blast of light and a wave of heat from the mannequins direction. Looking in that direction would reveal the mannequin was gone, nothing but a pile of ash. The violin was just floating there in the air, unscathed by whatever had destroyed the mannequin.

The young woman would feel something wrap around her arms and legs lifting her into the air. Looking at each appendage would show a blue and white colored tentacle wrapped around them. Tendrils around the legs held the young woman's legs open. "It's been sometime since I've had a physical body." The voice had come from a blue and white being made entirely of the same flame as the spirits before hand. There were a few differences though, one of them being the voice did not echo and was a single individual one. The second difference was that this being was clearly female, and looked very similar in appearance to the destroyed mannequin. The new being in the room, or was it an old one, would move between the young woman's open legs. One of the beings hands would move slowly down the young woman's thigh, while the other hand inserted two fingers into the woman's sex and began pumping them back and forth. A sensation of warmth flowing from where the being touched.

The spirit ploughed passed her folds with little regard, in it's urgency she felt that invisible force spreading her apart yet there was no substance behind it, nothing to latch onto. It was a very unusual situation.

“AHHHH UGGGGHHHH!” She gasped and twisted to no avail as tears rolled down her cheeks given the thing had not eased up. That phantom seed shooting inside her again as it suddenly stops as if it heard something or felt something.

It drew out of her and she dropped to her hands and knees leaving her to gasp as the violin music came to an end. Had she thought it did any good she may have tried to crawl to the door but a blinding flash of light draws her attention.

When her vision clears she sees the familiar violin taking in the sight albeit briefly she is hoisted in the air though this time a tangible force is there with the presence of tentacles coiled about those limbs.

“Nooo, I-I did what AHHH!” Warm fingers plunged into her well used sex as she cants her head back and lets out another cry.