It's all because they know too much...

Xenoanthropological Officer N!xao Cangelosi had to remind itself of that every now and thn. Asking too much about the Campus and of the labs beneath was dangerous, even for the monsters and demons who are allowed to prowl here. So many faces, so many races, so many girls have come and gone since it had started its research here, some "graduating" in the traditional sense, others were taken to the labs. Some of those even come out, mind picked and blocked, technically lobotomized for safety's sake. If they had been able to send information off island or, blob forbid, tried to escape...

No. No use thinking that. This girl Fenris wasn't that stupid, but she had been a bit frustrating to contain. Science dictated that she be catalogued again, to see how well the gaps in her memory have held up.

“Contained” was exactly the sort of word Fenris had been born to fight against. Her wild, untamed spirit kept her railing against the quiet normalcy of an appropriate lifestyle. She was, however, a cunning little wolf. The student was well aware that she was the underdog on this accursed island. For now, she played nice and did as she was told.

Behind the quiet, polite facade, however...a hungry wolf plotted her hunt, and kept her nose to the ground for trail to follow. She secretly searched for any sign of gaining some advantage on what had been done to her and Adena all those years ago. They’d both been snatched away, and now Fenris was back and without any idea of what had happened to her in the interim. Such a trespass would not go unanswered. If the school thought they could just lock up her mind and get her to play along with their sick little game, then they were going to be rudely proven wrong.

Today, sadly, was not that fated day of retribution. In fact, that day was a very long ways off, by the sour way that things were stagnating in Fenris’ life. She sighed heavily as she exited her last class for the day, along with the small handful of her classmates. As the other girls headed for the dorms, or for other classrooms, Fenris turned to move towards one of the small, private chemistry rooms for a lab assignment that the girl had to finish up before the week’s end.

The petite half-asian wore the full, standard uniform required by all students to be worn during class. Personally, Fenris found the outfit to be itchy, and restraining to the natural movements of a body in motion. Secretly, she considered the possibility of the purposeful nature of such an outfit required by the student body during the majority of their time on the island campus. Just yet, the student couldn’t pin knowledgeable involvement of the school staff with the unexplained horrors that lurked on the island, but it was something that she had to consider given the nature of her recent history.

Fenris entered the small lab room and closed the door behind her. She slipped off her book bag from one slender shoulder, and lifted it onto a nearby empty counter. The room was large enough to accommodate up to four students working together or separately. As such, there were four small work desks, and two counters with attached cabinetry that allowed access to all the equipment the students would need to conduct their lab assignments.

The girl briefly shuffled through her book bag, and pulled a small folder that contained her assignment. She opened it upon one of the desks, and began reading up on what she was going to have to accomplish here before she could finally have the day to herself...

Cangelosi kept hidden amidst one of these cabinets, yellowish eyes watching as Fenris entered. Moody, broody, and altogether tasty, if he remembered correctly. The lab boys had snatched her before it had gotten a chance to tag her, so the blob was quite glad to finally get a chance to have a go, so to speak. Still, it remained cautious. The girl HAD put two of the technicians in hospital when she was taken underground.

It quickly oozes off the cabinet, sliding quickly to the door, a quick tendril gumming the lock, guaranteeing it will just be the two of them in the room. It then hops over under one of the tables, to get a better view.

Great, just great. The assignment had turned out to be far worse that Fenris had at first feared that it would be. A lengthy test lab, combining chemicals and recording their reactions, was written out at length in the instructional papers in the girl’s folder. She groaned with defeat. Well, there went the afternoon.

A very subtle sound issued from behind the girl as she perused her lab details. She straightened as her instincts went on high alert. Fenris glanced over her shoulder at the counter, but her keen, blue eyes saw nothing out of the ordinary in the quiet, little lab room. After waiting a short minute to listen if the sound would repeat itself the student shrugged the noise off on either some product of the lab, or her hungry stomach.

She let out a long, slow sigh to calm her jostled nerves. Fenris knew she needed to focus if she was going to get this lab done in anything like a timely manner, and get back to the dorms in time to snare some small amount of free time for herself. Her hand swept some of her silky, brown hair out of her face, and hooked it behind her ear while she read up on what equipment she needed to pull from the cabinets to begin her work.

With a mental list made up of what the student needed to get started, she twirled around on her heels and walked back to the cabinet. She made a quick pit stop at her book bag to remove her school vest and lay it atop her other things. Delicate, feminine fingers rolled up the sleeves of her white blouse until they were well out of the way. She also reached into her bag for a hair tie. After all, a lab was no place for loose hair.

Without really thinking, Fenris turned to the side and rested her hip against the edge of the counter while she reached up with both hands and began to tie back her hair in a ponytail. Unknowingly, she was giving her voyeuristic guest quite the view of her profile. Despite her smaller frame, Fenris was perfectly proportioned. In fact, one could argue that her shorter height only added to the accent of her full bust and shapely, young hips. Her athleticism gave her a flat, smooth stomach and strong, toned legs, but her feminine genetics had blessed her with a nice, perky butt that gave her just enough curve to her backside.

Once she had her hair done up, she turned back to the counter and opened the cabinet doors to take stock of what was available to her. The girl saw everything she needed, which was good, but some of the equipment was on the highest shelf and just out of reach for her. She made a half-frown of disapproval at this. Fenris was always agitated whenever her short height proved to be a hindrance. Well, she needed that stuff, and she was going to get it.

With a huff, she pushed herself up onto the counter with her hands. A single, bare leg swung up onto the counter top so that she could push herself further up. She was consciously aware of what this position was doing to her skirt, but the young woman tried her best to ignore the light blush on her cheeks as she reached up and grabbed her equipment.

It had kept to the shadows, probably a good thing considering that this girl seemed much more attentive than the last few students the blob had tracked, maybe dangerously so. Worry started to dissipate as Fenris started to stretch and lean. Cangelosi seemed to approve. No fooling around with this one. No special forms, no pheromones, no misdirection a. A fair tumble is what this girl would get.

As the student reaches for the equipment on the shelf, it scuttled over to the table, pausing for a second to enjoy the view, of course. Quickly it drew flat on the floor, under the table, waiting for her to come back, yellowish eyes watching...waiting.

With a bunsen burner and a tray claimed from the top-most shelves, Fenris climbed back down off the counter before somebody came in and caught her. The last thing she needed was to land disciplinary action on top of this time-consuming project. Glass chimed pleasantly as the student grabbed a rack of test tubes.

She stopped and suddenly tightened up when she...heard or felt something behind her again. The young woman turned her head around to look about the seemingly empty room. A nervous feeling began to grow in her stomach. Whatever she thought she had heard was so subtle that she was hardly sure she had heard anything at all. Briefly, she pondered whether she could afford to put off this project until a later time.

Fenris sighed, knowing full well that her procrastination meant that if she waited any longer, then this assignment was not going to get done in time. If her studies fell behind again, whoever had made her dissappear before might come back for her. She couldn’t afford that; she needed to keep her grades up, and her profile low. Only in this way did she stand any sort of chance that the school’s eyes might drift off of her long enough for her to find some answers.

Fairly certain that she was not alone, but unable to pinpoint the source of her apprehension, Fenris simply continued to collect her lab materials in silence. Once everything she needed had been gathered together, the petite half-asian set everything on a tray. With slow, steady movements, the student carried the materials over to her work station, and set them down carefully on the table’s surface. There, she stood with her bare legs slightly apart while she sorted everything onto the workspace before her. Her sharp, blue eyes, however kept glancing up and around the room with suspicion.

Fenris was looking every direction but under her desk right now, where Cangelosi gently wrapped its tentacles around her ankles, subtly anchoring her into place, not wanting her to suddenly bolt away, especially when dealing with such volatile chemicals. One false twitch and boom! One less room in the campus. No need for that. The eyestalks keep looking upwards, its bulk drawing between her feet, half-enveloping her shoes, as if to reinforce keeping her in place.

The petite, exotic student continued to prep her work station for her lab assignment. Despite her earlier keen perception, as her focus turned to the task at hand she became less receptive of her surroundings. Fenris was unaware of the danger that lurked right at her feet, even as gooey, dark tendrils ensnared her slender ankles through her white socks, and pooled about her black, uniform shoes.

The little terror would have quite the view from down there. Shapely, bare legs ran up below the woman’s navy, short skirt to where they met at her black, silk panties. Also from that perspective, Fenris’ white blouse seemed to perfectly outline her statuesque torso from below. That firm, young bust seemed to push at the limits of what the garment could contain, and they hid the student’s face from view. It was just as well, since then the woman could not in turn see the monster setting up to attack from below.

Oblivious still to her impending encounter, the student simply continued on arranging her materials and equipment. Once that was done, she rechecked the steps of her lab to make sure she started off on the right foot. All of this, however, didn’t require the girl to actually change her position at the station. She continued reading through the assignment’s details with the dark, fluid horror about her ankles.

As Fenris kept at work, Cangelosi was making some observations of its own. Feather soft tentacles start wrapping about her calves, daring to go as far as her upper thigh, stroking at the well-muscled leg. A little tickle now and then, but the girl was all but entwined in its grasp now. The black goo starts to add a bit of chemicals to its touch. Just let her have that calm sense, let her feel secure, see what she'd do. Certainly didn't help that what Fenris was making was in its right a powerful aphrodisiac as well.

Fenris was slightly disturbed by a faint, tickling sensation along her legs. Her bare legs shivered lightly in response, but the girl found herself unable to muster a proper response. Instead, she became overwhelmed by a strange sense of passive calm. Her mind became warm and fuzzy, like on a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The student gave her head a light shake, as she tried to clear her mind and focus on her work. She couldn’t figure out what was wrong with her. It felt like she was overdue for a cat nap, or maybe she was having a reaction to the fumes of the chemicals she was working with.

Well, in any case, Fenris concluded that whatever was muddling her concentration wasn’t strong enough to deter her from her primary focus. Although she no longer felt wary enough to become concerned with the barely-noticeable sensations on her legs, the young lady became determined to finish her lab work. Her delicate, agile fingers gently mixed chemicals together into a beaker, and produced the appropriate solution that her lab assignment had written out for her. The idea that she had just made a powerful sex drug was just about the furthest consideration in her mind.

The girl sighed as she began to feel much more at ease with her surroundings, and she visibly relaxed completely. Her body leaned forward against the desk as she jotted down her notes for the lab’s written portion. Well, now that she was off to such a good start, it seemed to Fenris like her studies had put her mind in the right place. Still, something nagged at the corner of her mind, although she felt too comfortable in her present state to listen to it. Besides, it was probably nothing.

Okay, so maybe Cangly WAS cheating a little bit with the aphrodesiac, but it's better than having Fenris planting a good few kicks into its gooey bulk and leaving deep impressions. The black gel draws up slowly behind the girl, like a pillar, tentacles keeping gentle, wrapping around her waist, almost like the caress of a long lost lover. That gives it an idea. It lets a feeler draw along the base of her neck, seeing if it can't get a specific memory out that would help make the girl be more...in the mood.

Upon feeling a gentle caress around her slender waist, Fenris straightened and glanced down at her midriff to discover black, glossy tentacles wrapped about her slender frame. The semi-liquid surfaces of the inhuman limbs were quite apparent against the pure, white cloth of her blouse. Strange, those didn’t make much sense being there. In fact, what were they even? Was something attacking her? If that were so, she didn’t feel very threatened. In addition, this current contact hardly felt very hostile.

However, as friendly as these tentacles seemed, they were being a little inappropriate. Just as the girl began to reach down her hands to grab hold of the alien limbs about her waist, she felt something brush through her medium-length, brown hair and touch the back of her neck. Suddenly, Fenris found herself paralyzed as her mind suddenly, and quite randomly, brought up a forgotten memory that involved her now-missing lover, Adena.

“Oh..." the girl let the single syllable drift out into the still air of the lab as she simply stood entranced.

In the memory, she had snuck out past curfew to visit her girlfriend in her room. At first, she had thought they would just stay up late and chat. Adena had been feeling frisky, though, and it didn’t take much work on her part to convince Fenris to come to bed.

The young woman continued to just stand there at her work station, enraptured by the explicitly detailed night of passion that she had shared with her lesbian soulmate. She swallowed hard as she remembered laying on her back while Adena had used a vibrator on her. Subconscious instincts within her body became highly aroused, and this became apparent by the moist stain growing at her panties. As the memory continued to display, in great detail, Fenris’ incredible orgasm she began to breathe rather heavily. Her shapely chest heaved with each deep intake of air.

Ah...good...such a vivid memory Fenris had. Probably one that had been locked away, but still a good one to have her focus on. Cangelosi lets a tendril draw around the crotch of her panties, pushing them aside, vibrating slowly, gently, absorbing her juices as the feelers sort of coalesced around her, like a chair. Perhaps she'd like a little bit of sitting down as she concentrates more on memories associated with the long lost Adena.

The young woman gasped as soon as she felt the foreign touch to her covered sex. She felt her panties being moved to one side, and suddenly her combative mind snapped out of its chemically-induced trance for a single clear moment. Sexy, fair-skinned thighs snapped closed in retaliation. A single, delicate hand grabbed at the tentacles around her midriff, while the other swept quickly around her to the back of her neck in search of the source of the alien touch there.

However, before she could locate the tendril, the one between her legs began to vibrate gently. The girl’s crystal blue eyes went wide, and her rosy lips parted with another sharp intake of breath. This time, her gasp was followed by a long moan laced with equal parts passion and worry. The pleasure sent directly through her most sensitive place knocked her out of balance once again. Her grip loosened, and her legs became weak as her mind was shown another detailed memory.

This time, it was of Fenris and Adena’s first kiss. They were still new acquaintances at the time, and were fast becoming very good friends. After spending all afternoon talking and laughing with each other, they had spent the early evening watching the sun set on a quiet bench near the edge of the campus. Alone with each other, and the beautiful vista, the two girls had been caught up in the moment. During a quiet interlude in their conversation, they found themselves staring into each other’s eyes.

Fenris leaned in a little, and she noticed that Adena followed her signal. Their lips met tentatively at first, as if they might catch fire if they weren’t careful. Yet, as soon as they kissed, sparks flew. Then it was Adena who had pressed in on Fenris. Their kiss became decidedly more passionate, and Fenris moaned when she felt her Latina friend’s hands brush against her body.

The memory was so vivid and perfect, that it completely disarmed Fenris once again. The ache that she felt for her lost lover was so crippling, that she felt her legs become weak beneath her. Almost reactively, the half-Asian felt a comfortable sensation against her backside. Without thinking clearly, the girl took the invitation and leaned back into the support. While one of her hands remained gripped around her assailants tentacles at her waist, her legs softened considerably and her other hand moved back to her front to press fingertips over her heart.

The tendrils kept gripping just enough for Fenris to take in those forbidden memories, the blob acting more like a dream guide, flipping the pages of her mind to discover more about its captive, the body warming as the gel formed a hand, sliding it along her heart, from the opposite direction, the phallus still rubbing over the sensitive sex, teasing those opened thighs, like kisses from the lover.