It had been a busy start to the summer season. New encounters greeted her and though she had face each her duties were a little more lax now. There were summer courses but no trips back home so her duties had shifted setting up the classrooms but spending most of her time at the dormitories.

After three weeks she had thought that Slimer would have bounce. Up to five and she had figured that he had been delayed in whatever he wished to set up. When six hit though she had begun to think that she had not been worth his time and by seven she had placed the matter from her mind.

With it being summer and her duties far less, less hassles with classes and her Prefect duties seemed easier now without so much to do she actually got to practice her meditation and ventriloquism more frequently.

She still had to go about in her uniform with the sash prominently displayed though. Her dorm was empty as it usually was though her personnel effects were few. Being neglected the only things she had were those things she had saved up and bought herself and her clothes which she had a wide variety of that she had picked up at second hand stores here and there. Slimer would recognize the green coat she so often wore during the nights it was even remotely chilly as far as it went on a tropical island. Her bare arms tended to get cold if not covered up oddly.

Her iPod would be recognized too sitting out on a desk, the old beat up thing was probably the most expensive thing she had and it was $70 bucks or so when she bought it a few years back with the money she saved. Yet her family wasn't poor, she was just that neglected. Her basic needs were met but not much else.

There were no posters though she did have a book case that two book bags rested near. The books were mostly text books though there was one on Botany that Karen had given her that she had only thumbed though, apparently her old bitch of a roommate had a new edition of the drab book noticed when she was arranging her books and didn't need it any longer so gave it to Daphnee, the only thing she gave other than a headache.

It was mostly empty space or would have been if not for the plethora of ventriloquist dolls arranged on shelves that had been put up everywhere. Apparently she had made each herself and a progression could be seen from one to the next, from crude to quite good. The additional books she possessed had been on the practice of throwing her voice or constructing the dolls. One, Rocco, her latest, had been well crafted out of a white wood not native to earth though had she shown it to her roommate or knew about plants herself she might have seen it as suspicious but to her it was just sturdy white wood. It rested on the bed as if it had been used and set down there before the owner had to run out.

As splendid as it was it rested next to a rather crude looking puppet that showed signs of age, chipped here and there and best thrown out though the clothes look to be in good shape, some sort of gray tux.



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Daphnee had been preparing one of the labs laying out the instructions at each station then the equipment. Students had to test for acid/bases and there were a variety of test items that she had to set out too.

It was simple work and normally there would be teams but they had individual set ups today, probably because there were only five students that had the summer course. Her bell rang! Shit! She spun around expecting to see some lurking terror, the lab wasn't until five a couple hours away but she got to it early today.

Nothing! The bell fell silent. False alarm. Sometimes it went off like this though and it had been her belief that a monster wandered into range then back out, that or Therion was just fucking with her, she wouldn't put it past him though the chime of the bell on the collar she had been bond with that no other human could see or hear from what she had been aware of, had set her on edge to the point that she hastened through the last of the set ups just to get someplace that had a few more people.

Breaking into the prefects rooms was as easy as any other students rooms. Once inside he looked about. She didn't have much but he saw a collection of clothes as unique as Daphnee herself. Slimer saw the beat up iPod she rarely traveled with out unless she was performing her official duties. He pictured her in that skimpy schoolgirl outfit and smiled.

He examined a bookcase, mostly items for school and glanced around at the bare walls. It seemed she didn't try and adorn the place with personal effects, seeming not to mark it as a home, but more a temporary place to rest. Finally his eyes lit upon the dummies. They looked to go from crude to more and more advanced. Seeing her bed though, he eyed what he sought. That doll she had been using to practice with when he first met her. Oddly enough there was a crude doll sitting next to it. Being placed on her bed meant it held some significance to her. Unsure as to which she would value more he collected both and tossed them into the bag.

A quick glance around the room and he departed. He made his way to the basements to find the hidden console Vera had shown him during an encounter with her. Accessing her files he checked for Daphnee's schedule. It was up to date and meticulous as everything Vera did was.

Heading off he made his way towards the chemistry department. A place he felt relatively at home in. When he finally made it to the classroom she was in, she was setting up tests when when the collar she wore started chiming and she hurried from the room. Had it gone off at his approach? He wondered and set off after her looking for an isolated quiet place to begin their final session.

She couldn't have hoped to finish any sooner and though nothing had displayed itself so far she cast her green eyes to the shadows weary that something was there about to pounce. She did not know how to deal with this though. A chime meant submission but it had stopped indicating free action.

In the past she had not had to worry about this though and it seemed that that was going to be the case now. But what sucked about it being the summer was the lack of traffic in the halls. There were probably at the dorms or beaches, the thought of beaches would have made her cringe, her first time was at one though she at met Ania at another which wasn't so bad, not at all given the way things usually went.

It had been a busy seven weeks though with several new faces making their debut. Soon she would be entering her Junior year too and the dread of being a year closer to the inevitable scared her a bit as she swirled through the facts of what she knew or possibly knew.

She relaxed when getting to the teacher's lounge and spying two of the professors, both male. The older one was the chemistry professor a middle aged man that was a perv. She knew he liked to look and requested her services often enough, Professor Fredrik … but he was a looker and didn't touch so in the grand scheme of things he was fairly tame. She did not know the other man.

“Professor Fredrik,” she waited for his attention feeling his eyes trace upon her.

“Yes, Daphnee? Finished? I forgot I needed five copies of the lab sheets, no sense in having a lab if the students don't know what they are doing.” She could feel his eyes on her breasts as he leaned back in the chair. “There's one in my top right desk draw. If you'd be so kind to make some copies for me.”

“Of course.”

“After you're free to go.”

She nodded having an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as she headed back to the classroom.

The demon followed her as she made her way. Keeping the big bag slung across his should took an immense amount of concentration but he was practiced at it and easily managed the mental strain. The time apart made the demon quite horny at finally seeing his favorite purple haired student again. She was dressed in her skimpy school outfit with the sash identifying her station. She left the room and he followed, unsure how long the classroom would remained deserted with her preparing the labs for a new class he decides to follow her to her next destinations and perhaps an isolated one would present him the perfect opportunity.

Instead she made her way to the teachers lounge where a couple of professors turned at her entrance. She apparently was assigned to assist the one with the lust filled gaze that spent more time gazing at her chest than her eyes. He instructed her to make copies and then she was free to go.

Smiling the demon followed her as she made her way. The copy room? Perhaps a good place, but foot traffic tended to be higher at places many people used frequently. That left an unused classroom for the summer, there were bound to be quite a few with the reduced demand for facilities during the summer break. He could pull her into one once she drops off the lab reports. His final option was to follow her until she simply returned to a remote location, or even her dorm room, though she requested he not attack her there, it might have to do. Considering the goal of the session she might even thank him for it.

Shrugging he decides to see what opportunities arose and follow along. If he was one thing, it was patient.

Daphnee made her way back to the dreaded class though the closer she got the slower she was as she strained to see into each shadow and gaze upon the ceiling and any other typical hiding place. She paused outside the door and took a deep breath in an effort to relax herself. She waited then entered. The light was still off though she never turned it on in the first place as the blinds were open and plenty of light was getting in.

Cautiously she looked in then rushed to find the right folder in the draw that had the assignment in and was off to make the copies. So far so good but she was tense until those copies were made and set out at the desk. When the classroom was well behind her she began to relax.

Having skipped lunch she was hungry and checked her watch. It was 3:30 or would be so in a few minutes and having a late lunch early dinner seemed appealing. Besides, one of the perks of being a Prefect as Anne had taught her had been grabbing meals whenever and even requesting foods that had not been on the menu that day.

“... sounds good to me,” though she had never spoken her plans aloud but rather thought them as she heads along using the shortest route she could think of.

The demon follows her as she makes copies and wanders the near empty halls. Voices can be heard in the distance, yet compared to a normal fall or spring session the place was more reminiscent of a ghost town than a school department building. She returns to the darkened room and places the five worksheets before each of the prepared labs. The demon once again admires her lovely backside he had missed the last couple months as she leans over each station.

She is clearly on the lookout for some pending attack, almost paranoid if he had to put a label to her actions. She looks around every corner, up, down and even into grates. He wonders what could have happened to have made her that paranoid.

Leaving the classroom she continues her scans but seems to ease up a little, her pace more lively and a smile even gracing her face as she moves off to her next destination. Apparently, she was headed someplace much more pleasant than a half abandoned science building. His curiosity was peaked. He was anxious to take her, but he would know the moment when it was right. In the meantime he simply contented himself on the sway of her hips, the shapely legs as they strode, her pert ass, her swinging silky purple hair, and the bounce of her lovely chest that he had been absent from too long. Following along toting the large satchel, he watched and waited...

She had been fully relaxed at the cafeteria. Anne had implied that it was a safe zone, of course she did not come out and say it and might have meant during normal operating hours due to the volume of students and staff present to attacks there were very much a problem.

She got some chicken nuggets and fries, a simple dinner during which she draws out a list crossing off the science lab listed there. She seemed to be going in order and next on her list had been the library. When she had finished eating she went there and while there were some of the more bookwormie types her she had gone to the back room where she spoke with some of the staff and got an empty cart and list. Apparently the library was quite large, five floors, and she was to collect certain books that were old and needed to be rebound.

Most of the books that were used where on the first three floors and a few students had been on each. The fourth and fifth floor had been eerie, silent and contained books that were on subjects that rarely came up and were of special interest.

On all of the fourth floor there must have been three students but none on the fifth floor. She used the library elevator and cautiously made her way about. She often had this duty and hated the loneliness of the fifth floor. She was cautious but not overly so having been attacked here once before though it was a random attack and she had been fine every other time she had her duties here.

The lights on floors three to five were off and set to timers that could be turned and ticked down before the lights turned off. From one to fifteen minutes these timers could be set and depending on how many books she had to grab from each isle determined how long she set the timers for, usually it was seven minutes though each had been on a dial that could be turned to hasten that time or add to it easy enough though there was a winding sound that interrupted the steady ticking.

She seemed to have a dislike of the floor. It was too quiet for her tastes and she went about her list grabbing books and adding them to the cart. Her presence might be missed but it was highly doubtful that the staff would fuss over it, it seemed like busy work and they were in the know as to what the students went through on a regular basis.

The demon followed the much happier prefect as she made her way to the cafeteria. Even at odd hours, the place seemed to be crawling with students and faculty. He was content to observe her from a distance. She ate her simple meal in peace and he simply waited for her to finish before resuming invisibly stalking her.

Her simply pace led her to her next stop. During the evening the place was one of the easiest hunting grounds on the island. Yet during the day, unless she managed to travel to one of the rarely used floors, the silence made it easy to hear screams. The floors though were sound proofed as were the quiet study rooms and all the side rooms.

If luck was on his side she may have to visit one of the preferable locations and his patience would be rewarded. He waited as she disappeared into the back rooms reserved for the librarians and soon she returned pushing an empty cart and a sheet of paper she left in front of her on the cart. Empty he wondered? She wasn't restocking books, she must be retrieving them for some odd purpose. Maybe shelving the looked at but unchecked out books? He shakes his head, honestly her purpose didn't truly matter. What did matter was that he stay close for an opportunity.

Camouflage he followed her along in her task. It seemed prefects never got to play, but had endless odd errands to run on top of their other unenviable tasks. He felt sorry for Daphnee as the rest of the student body simply got to enjoy the summer break on a glorious paradise island while she did labor that wouldn't result in too much.

Down and up isles she went and he trailed like a puppy following its master, yet this was no faithful hound awaiting orders. As she once again boarded the elevator, her watched as her fingers pressed a button that had been so rarely touched it looked almost brand new compared to the well worn one, two, and number three buttons. She had pressed number 5 and the elevator began to rise and with it the demons excitement. He was no stranger to the library and had hunted here in the past.

As she exited onto the dark floor he simply smiled. The floor was extremely dark as the light outside had faded shortly after her meager supper. To the demon, all but pitch black darkness was as clear as the afternoon on a gorgeous sunny day. So, his mind made up, he readied himself for their final session. She turned the timer for 7 minutes, more than enough time to retrieve the couple books from this particular floor.

He waited and as she made her way down the first isle and the timer ticked away, he moved over to it. Twisting the timer in the opposite directions produced rapid loud clicks, but it did turn and he reduced it to 1 minute. The darkness would serve him well. First, it would aid in his capture of her. Second, it would alarm him of any intruders as they arrived. Timer altered, he set off after Daphnee, waiting for the lights do disappear. He readied his tentacles and as the darkness prematurely fell, and he sent them off, aiming to yank her spread eagle pinned against the nearest bookcase if luck was on his side. If he missed, he prepared to run her down.

She could here the turning of a light dial but thought nothing of it. Usually there were no other students on this floor but the building was public access and from time to time a student did have cause to come up here. A monster would use stealth and not announce it's presence or so she had thought.

Her cart had been half full of retrieved books for that rebinding process and the windows on floors four and five had been tinted making it darker even near them it was dimly lit at high noon.

Suddenly the lights go out and she is plunged into darkness but Slimer is surprised by her quick reactions as she immediately drops the book she just grasp and drops to a knee as an immediate reaction learned over the last two years being a bit paranoid, the bell had not chimed though but it did not always do so. Sometimes it nearly let her get away before sounding. Sometimes it didn't go off at all not that it had ever mattered.

She felt the tentacles wiz by and knew there was something there. With no one around she wouldn't have been embarrassed by her quick reactions plus she had been in the dark. Her eyes had not adjusted yet though she had some experience with the dark having spent two days in a dark room at the mercies of Vex … she still did not know what to make of that lengthy encounter, well it was two, shortly after she had become a Prefect.

Pushing off she ran. A new one? She had prayed it was not that demon she encountered twice before. Once at the pool and once when she set out to find wood for Rocco's construction. It used tentacles but so did a lot of them.

Slimer would have to give chase though her rapid foot falls were easy enough to follow. Stairs or elevator? Elevator … at least she could secure herself in it whereas with the stairs it could pursue and probably take her in the stairwell. Who ascended five flights of stairs when there was a perfectly working elevator? Most people where lazy even if they were going only a floor up or so it had been her experience. Too far … the elevator was to far away she realized so it looked as if it was going to be the stairs if she was to have any chance ...

As darkness descended upon the abandoned upper floor of the library, the demons catlike green eyes began to glow as they took in the scene. His tentacles shot out but Daphnee had apparently been on alert and dodged them by ducking low. They whizzed past her head and he quickly retracted them as she turned to run down the aisle.

It appeared he was in for a chase. The demon didn't mind a good hunt as his predatory instincts kicked into gear. He knew she only had a couple options. Flee or hide. She hadn't struck him as a fighter in their previous encounters. He quickly set off in pursuit. With four churning, muscular limbs, he rapidly chewed up the distance separating them as she turned sharply. He wasn't quite expecting the quick change in direction and his momentum carried him slightly past the desired isle.

He applied the breaks and quickly shuffled back and around the corner. He readied his tentacles for another launching grab as he closed the distance yet again. Her destination became evident though as she bee lined towards the softly glowing emergency light above the stairwell entrance. Barreling ahead he made no effort to hide the loud stomps of his four feet as he closed on her, preparing the launch his tentacles after his prey.

Daphnee ran, not knowing or really caring what was after her. It sounded large and by the rapid clicks of legs off of the ground it was a quadruped of some sort she guessed. Her eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the sudden darkness though her night vision was only slightly better than most. Still she could see the emergency lights of the stairwell but knew from those sounds it was too close.

Normally she was not a fighter but the only trick she had left was to surprise it by rushing straight at it, perhaps that would baffle it into a stupor. How was she going to get around it? She had no fucking idea though she knew she wasn't getting to that door.

As she spun around though tentacles struck her through not head on or back on since she was in the process of turning about she was forced into a bookshelf by the first.

“Oph!” Books rained down to the floor though the following tentacles secured their marks with the barest of adjustment. Uselessly Daphnee tried to pull away before the tentacles were securely in place though no good, she was stuck and could see the glowing eyes … no it was that demon! The one at the pool.

The demon sent out those four phallus tipped tentacles and they slammed her back against the shelf as they sought to secure her. The impact cause some higher sitting books to come raining down about her, a larger one striking her in the shoulder. The sudden pain and disorientation from the crash allowed Slimer to secure those coils around her limbs. Stretching them out, he pinned Daphnee's struggling sexy body spread eagle against the shelf. Not saying a word in the darkness he approached. He intended to simulate a true monster attack to see if she had both been practicing her meditation technique and whether she was actively implementing it. Besides he was damned horny and wanted to fuck her hard before performing the ritual. Besides, he had to fill her with his seed before he would be able to read her thoughts and confirm whether she used the meditation or not.

His cat-like green eyes approached in the darkness and he wasted little time reaching down and sliding her panties to one side and aligned his hard cock to her dry sex. It was a friction filled battle to slide inside her with no lubrication but somehow he managed. The mushroom tip pushed inside with a pop and he rudely buried himself inside her with little more than a groan. With little fanfare, his hips began slamming forward driving up inside her.

In the darkness of the third floor he finally got to fuck her again after a long hiatus and it was a reunion that was better for him than her. He watched her face carefully able to see her clearly in the darkness while she was at a disadvantage.

The heavy book stung her shoulder though once more she found herself secured. Her green eyes wide, the identification of Slimer as this other demon who he behaved little. Twisting against that grasp she dangled there like a fish on a line plucked out of the water.

Her breathing grew hard, she was constantly fighting against him, one of her worse attackers, the one that boiled her alive. The one where no amount of begging had helped. It had been twice in her first year that she encountered it, the one she least wanted to run across.

Not even Vex was as bad in the beginning … and even Therion had his saving graces at times. He could at least be reasoned with to an extent but this, this was a malignant force that desired her pain, her suffering for whatever reason.

True to form he was already going in for the kill wasting no time and not caring about her pleasure as he pushed inside ignoring her screams. It hurt! It damn hurt as their was a fire burning through her passage and her body recounted last time. Sex with him was crude and hurt … it always hurt and she fought as valiantly as she could against him.

Begging was a waste of time, he would not listen as it filled her forcefully as dry as she was. Her struggles serving only to knock more books of the shelves as she forgot her training, the terror just too intense. Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Oh my gawd! Not again! The mantra ran through her mind, there had been no other coherent thought as she felt as if it were her first year all over again. Maybe if she weren't so scared, maybe she could focus, at least catch her breath to do so but she was regressing quickly.

In the last seven weeks there had been many visitors but few had been overly terrible though there was the one that shattered her jaw that was short lived, being grabbed and before she knew it her jaw was broken on the massive cock that the creature tried to force down her throat then darkness. Not enough time to even think about getting started in that case and now there were definite ghosts of the past knowing that this was just the warm up, that worse was yet to come ...

She twisted in terror struggling against the binds holding her spread eagle as he raped her hard against the book case. His cock slid it way in and out of her dry womanhood, and the lack of lubrication was rough on him, and he could only imagine the pain it was causing her. Finally some precum leaked free from his tip easing the passage some as he continued to rape Daphnee. He knew she was utterly terrified as she simply shut her eyes and shook her head no as screams came roughly out of her throat.

The demon had wanted to simulate a viable rape as their encounters had always been premeditated as part of their agreement. In fact, the majority of the time she was given free reign to pleasure him to the best of her abilities with some pretty magnificent results. The demon was not purely a masochist. When a student pissed him off with rudeness, caused him pain, or cost him something of value he definitely had a mean streak, but pleasure for himself and his victim had always been at the forefront of his motivations.

This was highly unlike her from what he knew of her and he pondered what had happened to her recently? Was it his approach? His cock continued to plow into her tight body and at least lubricated by the precum, the friction declined greatly. Her body shook in terror as he slammed his hips between her thighs, the clanking of the bookshelf from every thrust filling the air. Before long his breathing grew ragged and she would feel the telltale throb of his cock as a massive load burst forth, filling her with his seed. The seed contained his aphrodisiacs as well and the drug that linked him to her mind.

What he saw as the link formed was definitely not the darkness and knot he had expected. Instead he saw vision of torment and pain and suffering she had experienced in the past. It was odd she hadn't said anything during her rape, yet it started to make sense. He pulled free of her sex leaving her pinned to the bookcase. Her body still shaking. Soft sobs more than breaths exiting her mouth. If she were to cry he would retrieve the vial from the book bag and capture it. If she doesn't, he would retrieve the other vial needed to collect her blood.

There were tears trickling down her cheeks though for the most part she suffered in silence though the pre-cum had helped there was a regression that possibly would not have come up otherwise had she believed it to be another creature. Even Therion she could have probably managed giving that it would have been easier with the pace and monotonous nature of the ordeal she had been placed through.

Though as he stopped there was the unusual peeking of desire that crept along her passage that she had not felt with the demon previously. Or was he a ghost? The rumors indicated that the pool was haunted but he had seemed to be some demonic entity.

He had not spoken though and so her records were without a name. She was prone on keeping meticulous notes on who attacked her and where to get an idea of possible territories or at least a single area within a territory. She also kept notes as to where unusual things were, at this point it had been alien spacecraft though she was still under the belief she had been on earth.

She had a moment to wonder what was next, what he was going to do to her this time. The burns from last time, how long did it take to recover last time. Would she recover this time? The knowledge that no one was coming to save her here.

And then with that respite as the tingling began to moisten her passage and the heat furthered her own arousal that brake had given her a chance. The aphrodisiac was not a help though the worry and doubt that crept in had been reshaped as she started to think of that darkness, of knots before he had the chance to begin again.

She had never used the techniques in the past though and the aphrodisiac was a distraction that kept tripping her up as she restarted again and again. Tentacles, eyes, a swamp, restraining vines, a giant frog, darkness, knots, heat, more darkness her mind was a flickering sensation doing the best with the time she had.

Flames were probably not in the cards today with the books though there were flashes of being buried beneath a mountain of books this time around too in glimpse of thought that flashed out between bouts of concentration.