"Good night, stay safe!"

"See you tomorrow, then! Yeah, not if you see me first, knew you were going to say that.."

"Yup, tomorrow at 1700. See you then. Remember, tardy Tramps get spanked! Just kidding.. or am I?"

Laugher died down as the last Tramps disappeared down the hallway, their little planning session over. Returning to the borrowed classroom, Astrid grinned to herself. The Tramps were a lively bunch, and she loved her girls. She would have liked to join them and head toward the dorms, but she had a few things she needed to do before it got too late. Minor stuff, some logistics for a longer trip planned next week, updating the membership roster.. nothing important, but she might as well get it done with now.

Astrid sighed and stretched, pushing her chest out and up, and made her top go up just enough to give a tiny glimpse of belly. She wore her Tramp uniform, the top buttons of her shirt open, revealing quite generous cleavage.

One of the girls had left some stuff on the floor. Astrid bent down to pick it up.

Indeed quite a lively bunch. Xenoanthropological Officer N!xao Cangelosi had already snatched three of them in the past month, and had yet to snatch up the leader. The waiting was the hardest part, blob keeping hidden in one of the high shelves above the door. Now the two were finally alone. Once the door shut, it slid down the wall, gumming the lock to ensure some privacy, just watching Astrid bend over, resisting a whistle as it dives for cover into the shadows.

Astrid had a pretty shapely physique. In her current position, bending over, with legs lightly apart, her butt made a rather good shape underneath her short skirt. It was both round and muscular, an inverted pear turning into to long, but quite strong legs.

She picked up whatever she had found lying on the floor, and rose, doing a little twist of her head as she did so, making her brown ponytail bounce. Her hair was her pride and joy, thick, somewhere between dark red and brown, and long. If she bent her head backwards, the tip of the ponytail would just barely touch her upper butt.

"Soo.. who left this then?", she mumbled to herself. It was a little pouch of some sort. Curious, she looked into it. "Oh.. naughty!", she laughed. From behind, it was hard to see exactly what she held, but suddenly, the object made a buzzing sound "Very naughty!", she giggled.

She wondered which of the girls had dropped it. No doubt, there would be some embarrassment when whomever owned it discovered it.

"How scandalous! Naughty indeed! Such a leader would need to bring down justice! Imagine! Self-pleasure while surrounded by beautiful creatures!"

Wait, where the HELL did that voice come from? Certainly it would give Astrid a start, making her body tighten up, providing a view of a Tramp at attention. It did seem like an authoritarian voice too. A faculty member she hadn't met yet? Another creature bent on molestation so casual it would just make her yawn? Hard to tell.

Astrid whirled around, making her ponytail. Even though she was surprised, her wit did not fail her. "Well, would you rather they pleasured themselves surrounded by ugly creat.. uh?"

Astrid had expected a staff member, a teacher perhaps, but none was there. Her green eyes were big with surprise. Then she grinned. Obviously, one of the other Tramps must have slipped in and was playing with her. Her eyes darted about, looking for the joker, somehow missing the door that had been gummed shut.

"Oh, silly me! My mind must be playing tricks on me. I should probably find a way to relieve my tension. Good thing I am all alone!", she called out. She picked up the vibrator again, and turned it to the highest level, so she could be sure anyone hiding in the room would hear the buzz. All the while, she looked around, hoping to see a curious face emerge from behind a desk or chair.

When no mischievous Tramps emerged, Astrid added a couple of artful moans, certain that this would draw out the prankster. "Oooohhh.. yeah.. Mmmmmm.."

She had a certain talent. Someone just hearing her would imagine a quite lustful scene, even if she was just standing there with the toy in her hand.

Certainly this girl was playful enough. Expecting some of her own tramps were planning a trap for her? Better let her think that. Cangelosi kept low on the floor, making a minimum of noise, keeping up appearances, as they say. A playful tentacle gives a wicked slap across her rear, then darts into the dark again, chittering quietly, taking root directly behind, enough to get a nice glimpse under her skirt.

"Yikes!"

Astrid called out as something smacked her butt. She whirled around, giggling. "Ha, now I got you!", but the laughter died at her tongue, replaced by a "huh?" Whomever had smacked her well rounded rear was gone. Either they must move incredibly fast, or they used some sort of missile.

She moved backwards a few steps, then began to move in circular motions, carefully scanning the room, ready to move should something happen.

Oh, and her panties? Black.

"Heeeeey...don't stop noooooow.". The voice seemed to be echoing around Astrid. Cangelosi just drank up those moments of uncertainty before the strike, the was the tramp stroked her hair, licking her lips. Indeed the girl did not know how close her captor really was, just a stretch away. "Where's that boldness? That showmanship? You just getting the stage fright?". There's that chitter again, alien, yet strangely familiar...

The voice seemed to come from several directions. How was that even possible?

Maybe whomever had come up with this prank had planned in advance. Loudspeakers? Perhaps.. Astrid scanned the room, systematically searching for clues.

"Showmanship?", Astrid called out. Since whomever was able to react to her, they must either be nearby, or they had a device to spy on her with. A camera, perhaps? No, since they managed to hit her with something, they must be physically present. Very well then. Astrid would lure them out, and her revenge would be delicious!

"If it is showmanship you want.. What do you want? Dancing, singing?"

The window! Obviously, that was it. The drapes were drawn in front of several. If the window was not closed, they could have thrown something from the window and hit her ass. A difficult throw, judging by the angle. That meant her prankster had managed to scale the wall, but it was only the second floor, but there was a tree outside, and several of her Tramps were good enough climbers to take advantage of that.

As Astrid stalked towards the window, she'd notice a bit of rustling behind her, and just like lightning, a tendril snapped out like a frog's tongue on a fly, yanking on the trapped ankle in an aim to knock her to the floor. The slime zipped up, quick to act as a cushion, not wanting the girl to be inadvertently injured by the takedown. Wouldn't be sporting after all.

"AHA!", Astrid said, whirling around to catch her prankster, her ponytail making an arc in the air. Her face was triumphant, her smile wicked as she was sure her stalker had made a mistake. The expression turned to surprise as she felt her leg being pulled away.

"Oooops!", she cried out. She twisted her body to stop her fall with her arms. The impact with the floor was less hard than she imagined, though. Like a cushion between her butt and the floor.

"What the.. ?!? What am I sitting on?"

The blob gives a chitter, black gooey tentacles drawing around Astrid's waist, mass seeping up between her thighs, keeping her in a seated position as the yellow eyestalks reform, looking up at the startled tramp."Ha! Fallen right into my grasp, you slippery scouter! Thought you could evade me, eh? We need to have a little talk, you and me.". A tentacle firmly pokes the girl in the breast, yielding a small jiggle.

Astrid's heavy breast was indeed jiggleable. Changelosi's little test revealed that they were quite full and soft, and that it was possible that further examination would be rewarding.
The Tramp redscarf did not look like she was quite ready for any kind of discussion, though. In fact, the sight of the eyesball made her scream at the top of her lungs, kicking and twisting to get away. If nothing else, it added even more to the jiggle factor.
She used one hand to try to get the tendril around her loose, while the other swatted at the eye staring at her.

"Ow! OW! Hey now! That ain't gonna work on me! Stop yelling!". The blob gave those firm tits another slap, watching them jiggle, struggling with Astrid. Seems no matter where she gripped, more of the goo formed tentacles to tangle her legs and arms, vibrating against her sex as it finally gripped her wrists, yanking her down on her back, the gelatinous form curled about her like a serpent, eyes squarely on her, a thick phallus poised over her lips.

"OW!", Astrid yelled out in protest, a response to the creature slapping her breasts. Her jugs did swing a little, more so as she truggled to get loose. Despite a vigourous effort and a quite decent selection curses and oaths, she could not seem to escape.

Indeed, in the end she was pretty tightly wrapped up, her body trapped in snakelike coils. This did not keep her from wiggling, though. Astrid was pretty strong and quite agile, and was not about to give up yet.

The cock like extention in front of her face did end her verbal protest, though. She bit her teeth toghether, not planning on letting that thing do what she thought it intended.