She blinks her eyes which sting just as she made contact with shampoo. “GROSS!!!” What the hell was this gunk! Whether it was the aphrodisiac itself or something else she could clearly feel something at work on her. Her limbs felt heavy, that need growing but her limbs heavy like lead … she begins to realize what he has done, the dawning of understanding though she had a good idea of what to expect with the onset of that tingling.

She blinks a lot, her eyes irritated by the slime she knows it will be a few second further though even the falling of her eye lids slowed and grew heavy.

Her tongue tingled and while she realized that this was some sort of muscle relaxant it was not a true paralysis in the effects that certain snake venoms brought. Those shut down breathing and she could still breath. Right now she could still speak, her tongue tingling though and she did not know for how long that this would be the case.

“No … not this … I, I can't, can't move. It burns.” That tingle had increased though the only movement she had managed was falling back to the floor and gazing upward at him, her face a mixture of tears and slime, a complete mess as she glared at him once again, her punishment clear though in her mind this had gone beyond punishment for she did not do anything wrong this time.

The demon smiled down at his slimed prey as she lay there incapacitated. Never had a grin been so evil. The burning is simply your need to be fucked Etolie. But you still believe you did nothing wrong. The video is proof of nothing apparently. So I must bid you adieu. I'll see you tomorrow... He laughs
down at at her immobile form.

With that the demon turned once again to leave the helpless brunette aching for salvation. Yet it would be 30 minutes of what seemed to be an entire eternity of lust filled waiting before she could move well enough to diddle herself into release.

The demon laughed again on the way out, hoping the shame and disgust would help impart her valuable lesson, if not being left helpless to the ravages of aphrodisiacs once more. Completely satisfied, he left her fear and slime soaked form nothing but a pleasant memory.

“W-Wait!” But there was nothing that followed as he made his way to the door. Agony and need rushed through her leaving her there on the floor in torment. She wanted it, needed it and the whole situation reeked of that water creature but worse. In that case it had just left her and she was free to see to her continued needs straight away but this …

It hurt, the breeze from the open window felt so good against her skin but wasn't enough. Tears formed up in her eyes and spilled down slime smeared cheeks though once she could feel her limbs, once she could move again her fingers went to work. Her arms felt tingly at first, clumsy as if the limbs had fallen asleep.

A hand went to her breast squeezing it in her grasp as her fingers shuffled in and out of her self after wiping themselves off on her skirt in haste.

She did not know who long this would last or how much of the dug had continued to linger there though she past out waking some time later, a puddle of her own juices … checking her watch she realized that half the day had gone by already and she had missed her evening Physics class. It was time to get the mess cleaned up and try to figure a way out of what was to come though it was clear that this pleased the Demon and he would certainly be back soon.

The demon went back to his cave for the day, finally achieving the release he had sought. On top the that, he had found an interesting student to provide it for him. Her thoughts followed him a short distance before he lost the tether. Anguish at needing release, disgust of the green slime, painful helplessness, all the feelings and thoughts came rushing into his mind. He knew in half an hour the goo would be evaporating, most of its chemicals inert and she would be able to take care of her needs, but in her state it had to be agony. Horny with no choice but to suffer wondering if it would ever end or would it go on forever.

Her punishment was going well, and he was enjoying himself. She certainly had been a prize worth the lengthy search through the records. Stashing the DVD in the magical library with all the books, he went to the supply room. A few things he had obtained from students over the years filled the room. Selecting a few, he set them to the side. Then he pondered the next day.

What would he do next and when? Deciding to wait until classes were completed to draw out then dread in her, he decided to return after the 5 o'clock bell rang signifying the end of the class day. He knew she might have been done for awhile, but he wanted to make sure to make the wait for the inevitable lasted as long as possible.

She had not slept that well last night though she was cleaned up from the day before she had gone through the day particularly paranoid knowing that he would be back. Perhaps (wishful thinking) he only wanted her to dread his return and he wouldn't be back but how likely would that be?

But it would be particularly dreadful to be snagged by something before hand then later that night as well. Fortunately she managed to stay in groups within well lit areas though she knew that that wouldn't last for long. When the group thinned down to two Etolie just shook her head.

It was uncharacteristic of her to be in the library and she was actually going over some Calculus. Just she and the ditz Amy … Amy filmed matters back then. He might recognize the voice and she still wore her hair in stupid pig tails as if she were 5 years old.

“You can go,” she had changed a bit, baby steps. In the past she would have used Amy as a buffer but there was no sense in her getting raped too … after all her fate was sealed …

After finishing up her resignation letter as President of the Student Council. She was not happy with it though, slipped it in her bag and returned reluctantly to her dorm ...

The demon waited for her return to the dorm. As she finally approached, he could tell his intended punishment had taken its toll. Her steps weren't springy or bouncing like one who was carefree, instead it seemed almost a listless shuffle. She took her in, still wearing her school uniform from apparently what was a long tough day, his guess based solely on the look on her face.

The demon waits camouflaged, just on the far side of the door to her room. His breathing soft and steady he waits. Should she sense his presence and leave he would follow. Otherwise if she opens the door, he would either slip in behind her attempting to remain unnoticed, or if shes being careful and she slips inside he would halt the closing of the door and enter.

Etolie had not sensed him, nor had she taken any precautions figuring that if one of the creatures wanted to gain admittance to her room then they would most certainly do so. Once inside she flicks on the lights and drops her book bag near the door. “So much easier with servants.” She glanced about, it didn't seem that the Demon was here yet and her eyes shot to the clock. It was only 5, plenty of time for him to come and he did say tonight, right?

She sighed and shock her head. There was no use dreading that. She took care of her books not needing her Physics book or Calculus for that matter.

Tomorrow was Chemistry, at least she could hope to have a little enjoyment this week. She dug out some clothes and removed her contacts. Her glasses would protect her eyes better against that slime should he use it again.

Carrying her spare clothes into her bathroom she plopped them down on the toilet and set her glasses down on them.

“You can come out now,” she had not detected him and thus did not expect an answer. That little one, Slarr, could go invisible and often she spoke aloud to an empty room never once being answered. She doubted that she had spooked any of them off and he would not that her eyes shifted about the bathroom but on nothing in particular.

The demon watched as she went about her probable usual routine upon returning to her room. Servants huh? Apparently she came from a very entitled background, lending him a little insight into how she developed some of her predilections.

She swapped the books needed for today for the ones needed for tomorrow. Chemistry. Certainly chemistry would be his favorite subject being an accomplished chemist, and thoughts of others learning the discipline brought him a soft smile.

After gathering some non-uniform clothes, she swaps to glasses, which seemed to suit her face perfectly. As she moves to the bathroom he follows quietly and watches as she sets the clothing on the toilet seat. He grins either she will simply change, or she intended to bathe or shower. Either way the demon anticipated a nice strip show, a little appetizer to wet his appetite.

Then she called out and wondered if perhaps she had detected him. It would have been unusual, yet it had happened a few times in the past by those who knew the telltale signs to look for when he moved about. Yet he knew it had to be a bluff as her eyes strayed right past him as stood there.

Deciding to wait a little bit for his skin show, he doesn't answer.

She waited for a short while then decided that there had been no one here. She removed her watch and placed it with her clothes. Then unbuttoning her shirt she tried folding it, a tremble in her hands before she just gave up and threw it in the hamper. She was wearing a gold heart shaped locket that she would remove after her shower before that Demon showed back up.

Her bra, green today as well with matching green panties as she unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. In her shoes, stockings and undergarments she turned on the water testing it and adjusting the temperature before removing her shoes then socks depositing them in the hamper.

Grabbing a towel she moved back to the shower, tested the water again and dumped the clean towel from the linen cabinet with her clothes.

Her bra came off then her panties deposited with the other dirty clothes before stepping beneath the shower and closing the shower door again, a clear glass door that easily slide open and closed. She stood beneath the water allowing it to cascade of her face, eyes closed as the water streamed through her hair. Just why was she showering now when she would have to do it again later she bet though maybe he wouldn't show and she could not let him brake her routine further.

The demon watched as she performed her nightly shower routine, unaware that it doubled as a peep show for her tormentor. When she had stripped down to matching green bra and panties he noted a small gold locket, the type these human women typical kept a photo in, curious he decided that later he would have a peak inside.

Next, went her shoes and stockings the demon admiring her nice pert rear as she bent to remove them. With the water already set to her liking, she lost her final garments leaving her stark naked. Slimer paused a moment to simply enjoy life and the view, watching as she slowly turned and got in the shower. With the clear glass door slid shut, he watches as the stream of water trickles down over her curves. She puts her head under and begins soaking her shoulder length brown hair.

When she goes under the demon calmly moves her belongings from the toilet seat to the sink edge. He spins his massive frame around and backs over the human toilet with his four legs and takes a seat. In a mockery of human form, he crosses one of his muscular legs over its counterpart's knee. He drops his camouflage and simply watches her lovely naked form as she runs her hands through her soaked hair and over her body.

Was being slimed that bad that you need another shower or are you just trying to get wet for me? The demon asked calmly announcing his presence in the bathroom to her. He figured not only would the surprise appearance put her off guard, but doing so as she was naked would make it that much more upsetting. Besides the view was one in a million.

Don't mind me, I have all night, I think you missed a spot, Slimer says jovially.

She jumped upon hearing the voice dreading it though expecting him to show up at some point. She had just rinsed off some of the soap and she stood there and could see him sitting there. So smug. Just once she would like to see one of these creatures suffering. Just one.

Cutting off the water she shuddered before opening the door. “Well, if it isn't my favorite asshole.” She was being sarcastic even with her heart hammering away at her chest.

She quickly notes that her things have been moved and grabs the towel to dry off her face first.

“I wasn't about to brake my routine.” She put her glasses on then started drying her limbs and hair. It was pointless to cover up, he would probably forbid it or just soil her garments with that slime.

“So, where should I go?” It irritated her to no end that he would just show up like this. He was the only creature that had come here and she had not been too happy that he was here which signified one thing to her ….

The demon grinned as she greeted him. Hey, hey let's not get possessive now, I'm not just your favorite asshole, I'm everyone's favorite asshole. I can see your first sliming has certainly improved your people skills.

He watched as she puts on her glasses and makes a grab for the towel and begins drying her hair and limbs. Don't let me interrupt, I was just enjoying the show. You can certainly continue your shower, I certainly wouldn't want to interrupt your precious routine.

The demon's lust filled gaze drank in the show, but so far he made no effort to move, much less uncross his leg. If you would like to continue your getting ready for bed you certainly may. As for where to go that depends on what you've learned. Where would you like to go?

She was surprised. First sliming? So more had been intended and that caused her to shiver a little. He seemed to be in no rush though and it was still early. There was more than twelve hours until six the next morning …

“I would like to go home but that isn't happening ...” she considered some of the places on the island she had been too and determined that the only good place was the beach where she had met Tidal. She had been gone for a bi now though there was a slim chance that she had gotten back though he a uncertain if the situation would go from bad to worse. The Princess prized her but she as no longer able to partake in their torment of others so either she would just sit on the sidelines until the Princess had her fun or would become a victim all over again since she wouldn't be able to deflect her attention.

“The beach, I suppose.” But whether she could get him to that spot … she would have to find out where she stood with the Princess sooner or later.

Taking off her glasses she returns to showering. It wasn't going to kill too much time but ten minutes as ten minutes she supposed. When she got out this time she dried off, dried her hair and used a second towel to wrap herself in. If he was serious about a change in location the clothes she had laid out would do no good, they were just for lounging until bed time where he would changing again.

At her dresser just her towel and glasses on in addition to the locket that she now removed as she went to place it back in hr jewelry box searching for a necklace of sort to wear as a substitute ...

The demon smiled at her initial answer, I had a student tell me one time, "home is where the heart is" and I had never figured out what she meant until I ran into a pair of blue and red haired lovers. A home isn't just a place you live. Its a place where someone you cherish happens to be with you. Just food for thought.

The demon watched as she further contemplated her answer, he wondered if she was simply trying to find a way out, or maybe even setup a trap for him? His eyes watched her carefully as she thought, looking for any tells that may give away such a devious plan, but he didn't catch anything suspicious.

You want to go to the beach? The demon asks a little curious. He had certainly taken his fair share of prey on the beach, and there was something to be said for the location, but he certainly wondered about it.

An interesting choice for me to take your next delicious hole at. I'm not sure if you have ever fucked on the beech before. I mean its certainly a beautiful location. The ocean waves, the sounds, the smells, but sand tends to get everywhere, that can certainly chafe... The demon says while she returns to showering given the opportunity. He simply relaxes on his throne, watching the water trickle down her lovely breasts, over her slim stomach and between those shapely thighs. He asked about the beach to see if he could detect any hidden agenda in her words, and while his eyes drank in her glorious form, he listened quite carefully over the gentle running water.

The demon stares hard at her naked wet body as she rubs and caresses with the soap. As she exits, she wraps the towels around her hair and body and removes the necklace at her dresser, and he finally gets up and follows to her bed, taking a seat on the edge, much more challenging than the toilet with four legs.

I have all night, as will you, so please take your time and get yourself nice and pretty for me if you wish to take this elsewhere. The demon taunts her, happy to wait, wondering what she would eventually don and what she would decide. He still wondered if she was foolish enough to run or fight?

Home had her servants and her adoring parents. She had been a bit spoiled of course and her folks had been the only people she had love as much as herself. She had listened to him reflect upon the matter from his own experiences and merely nodded. She had thought to add to that but had not choosing instead to finish her shower and turn her mind to matters this night.

“No ...” she sighed and while she wasn't trying to be devious about matters she had figured that Tidal would probably expect her to deal with her own problems. Besides there was that one remote beach that she had been aware of that Tidal met her at.

“I was hoping that – well bad idea – you pick the beach you must have knowledge of at least one.”

No, it would probably be hopeless and dealing with two monsters probably wasn't the best of ideas seeing that the Princess could be aloof at times or mention hazards after the fact. She may have helped her but did not mention the cost of that assistance until afterward for instance.

From the shower she hears his comment. “Not exactly … the ocean but not the beach itself. You can pick where,” it no longer mattered with her shift in mood. The only one that MIGHT assist her was Ania but she doubted that and didn't know where to find her any way.

Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, in part out of frustration, in part knowing that tomorrow could be the day though he never really told her if she did well enough to put off matters for another day. She had cleaned away the tears and composed herself before the shower came to an abrupt end at her choice before he grew too bored.

Running amounted to no good. It was an island and there was no place to run. He knew where she lived after all and even if she got away it would just be sort lived.

He seemed patient enough as she gets out the gold necklace that had the scarab on it and the gold hoop earrings. Her attire was simple, an orange bikini that showed off her wares and a simple wrap about her waist with sandals. She tied her hair back in a simple pony tale before placing on four or five bracelets. Applied more lotions and body sprays, perfumes and the like before packing a quick basket with a few towels, sun screen, a bottle of water.

“Alright, let's go.”