To many humans the sound would have been similar to Andrea Summer's. “Wow, you sound like her” of course she was Andrea but her peers went through the day assuming she was simple Stephanie Miller as most would have considered that they were not in the same school as someone so famous.

Ania's hearing, being better than a human's could distinguish hat the pitch was near identical. There was some variance in pitch but one did not hit the same pitch all the time. Of course she would be able to tell with her superior hearing that she had the same pitch and tempo most of the time. All this was fairly normal though it would be clear to her that Stephanie did not sound like Andrea. She was Andrea.

One's voice was like a finger print after all, unique to an individual though one could try to disguise it and may have had some success to untrained ears often the hearer had doubts …”this sounds like so and so” though there were some that had been talented in voice mimicry too.

The song she had finished though had been one that Ania had been familiar with. She had been exposed to Daphnee's iPod after all and the tack on it was one of the few that had been in English and not German, clearly Daphnee had been bilingual.

Andrea paused. She liked the acoustics here in the theater and while it was designed to allow her voice to carry returning back to her ear. She was able to analyze her pitch a bit better though she had the recorder to help out too.

Rewinding it and playing it back. She rewound particular areas of the song though and began again, a perfectionist it seemed at least in this realm it seemed that good was never quite good enough though this had been her passion.

Most of her practice was conducted while she was alone though. There was no reason to get the other students to suspect too much after all. She had wanted to be treated no different than the other students after all and hence her Stephanie Miller persona. She was sort of on the outskirts of things now though that was OK with her not being in the lime light for a change.

“Damn, you can do better ...” she shook her head cuing up the recorder again ...

Half lidded eyes roamed about the outside not due to the great many beautiful women in scantily clad attire, but rather due to the tropic climate itself. Morning had arrived faster than anticipated and for the past hours Ania confined herself to the facilities, tuning in on any chatter of bypassing students. There was not much else to do for her except stay out of the blazing sun. It became bearable with the disguise but the lengthy journey back to her hiding place would be downright masochistic. Some students more accustomed to her presence would not even recognize her. She donned a human disguise, a fresh fabrication of her latest development peaks in shape changing, currently impersonating an exotic albeit tanned specimen with ravishing blonde hair.

Slarr loved blonds. His desire for them had been indescribable and as such the amazon considered capturing one for his sake without actual request for once. She wound up more or less following one of the girls around which suited his tastes perfectly, yet could not help but wonder why her voice felt so damn familiar. Ania might have attempted to surprise her occasional partner by bringing the gorgeous young woman to him personally, or keep her for herself should they not cross paths throughout the day, but the voice of her charming target had something special to it, a most familiar pitch which hadn’t quite struck Ania as completely foreign in the first place.

She grinned triumphantly when it struck her. Andrea Summers had been burned onto her consciousness for what other human singer did Ania ever listen to in the past? Daphnee shared her iPod a while back thus the monster dressed like a common student recognized her voice without flaw, unlike quite a few of her fellow classmates who felt that the alleged Stephanie Miller she sounded just like Andrea Summers, but Ania could tell the difference between similar and identical in a heartbeat.

Thanks to her hearing Ania not only managed to discover her true identity, but followed Andrea from a distance once she was headed elsewhere on her own. Up to two, perhaps three corners of multiple corridors ahead and Ania could still track her whereas her unsuspecting prey would not hear a thing. They wound up in the theatre, but the disguised predator knew better than to interrupt a good show and promptly returned to her usual feminine, albeit tentacle armed monster appearance, a slender yet lengthy tail swaying contently with her every step.

Soon the majestic ultramarine huntress came slinking through the entrance to the theatre and silently approached the control booth which resided over the remainder of the grand hall, holding various consoles capable of refocusing the spotlights mounted on their respective trusses. She could have attempted to head straight for them by climbing along the supports and ceiling instead of maneuvering in secret, but the potential risk of being seen before setting things in motion would have been far greater than now.

Stirring to life while Andrea offered her pleasantly stimulating voice to an unseen audience of one, each spotlight gradually fixated on her position. They could be seen, of course, but Ania shifted them one after another and with a patience few monsters of the same mindset would have. She could stop them on a dime and her lovely prey would never suspect a thing unless her attention deviated from her true purpose here. Slowly but surely every one of them followed and by the next time Andrea started rehearsing her own song again, an intense pouring rain of light had been foisted upon her.

A sole tendril flicked on the microphone stationed in the booth and Ania leaned in to deliver but one word to what would surely be a most interesting piece of performance art. “Showtime.”

In an instant the voice was gone and with it the creature it belonged to, but Ania ensured that her form remained hidden even now as her clothed body slithered through the darker portions of the theatre, potentially backstage, but who was to tell? For all Andrea knew it could be just some random fan girl creeping up on her. However, the truth tended to be far worse on Shokushu than elsewhere. Ania might just speak to her initially, for her tracks had been the first few of the human culture the voluptuous Lympha ever actively listened to at any given time, but for the remainder of her stay she had something far more satisfying in mind.

Andrea remained ignorant of the fact that there was anyone out there in the darkness of the theater that had doubled as an auditorium. She drank some bottled water taking a brief brake. At least the buildings had been supplied with air conditioning and had been far more bearable then what it had been like outdoors.

She sealed up the bottle and was made aware of someone present with the operation of those lights. She could see no one though she had assumed that there was someone in the control booth. Another student perhaps? She had not been known by her true name and identity by any other save for Vanessa. Others would probably disregard the truth if they knew it since it seemed too crazy.

Yeah, she had some experience on the crazy side too though not an abundance of them yet, not to the point of being paranoid of every shadow. Her mind turned to what was likely. Was it more likely that there was a supernatural being in that control booth right now or another student? For her the simplest explanation was often the truth and that one word was feminine.

It had not seemed to belong to Vanessa. She too had been use to pitches, even disguised ones though she sadly did not possess perfect pitch which she would have loved to have and thus could be fooled from time to time.

So a student. Well, Andrea had been use to packed stadiums and concert halls. It always felt lonely singing to an empty hall and she had a few more songs she wished to work on before leaving any way so as long as she wasn't being interrupted she had been fine with her unseen intruder.

If it had been one of he guests she doubted that she would have been encouraged to proceed so she nodded “Alright, bare with me. This one's an original.” From a book bag she produced a notebook, flicked through it then sat it on a stool next to her half drunk bottle of water. It was a new song that she wrote, it was missing something though that she was still searching for though she practiced what she had with the love song and moved on going through other songs, most were Andrea Summer's hits though there were a few by other artists that were mixed in too, favorite songs of hers though the ones she wrote herself were virtually flawless as she sung and rehearsed them so often they were second nature to her.

She was a bit longer than usual though seeing that now she had an audience even if it were just one other person. So she had added a mini concert to the matter. It was summer, she had no real classes just singing in sows that the school placed on even now. There was a talent show coming up and she was still up in the air with a song, she had narrowed it down to three of them at this stage.

“That sum's up what I was going to rehearse for the evening, have to save the voice for the upcoming talent show after all,” she explained.

Little else occurred throughout the remainder of her performance. She was allowed to continue in peace until the very end and yet none of those spotlights had been switched off upon officially declaring her rehearsal for the evening concluded. However, rather than approaching her from the direction of the booth, Ania had found a way around the area and sought to more or less strike now before it was too late.

Slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh resonated across the spacious auditorium although to Ania there was nothing unusual about it due to her lack of hands and having to applaud with her tentacles since her transformation had long since been reversed. She emerged from the backstage area and had no qualms about confronting a rather famous student with the true nature of her audience of one, visibly smiling albeit somewhat softly as though there was no ill will to be found just yet. Step by step a lavender hued creature stepped into the open for Andrea to see, both tentacles and tail in plain sight whereas the latter playfully swayed back and fro with every sensual sway of those wide hips.

A standard school uniform resided upon her form, a small hint as to how Ania might have been able to move around in the first place or just an implication of how perverted the newcomer truly was. She would have taken her robe along if not for the fact that being trapped within the facility all day long heightened the risk of attention should a Prefect deem her worthy of being punished if not sticking to the proper dress code. They would have been in for a surprise later on, but the less conspicuous Ania behaved in public, the better for everyone.

“Already leaving? What a shame.” Somehow it was interesting to see whatever these women went through when seeing her, especially during a first time encounter and Ania continued to ‘clap’ until finally stopping dead in her tracks, leaving enough distance between the two where running for the main entrance seemed rather tempting. “I was hoping to hear more, but it was impressive nevertheless.” She’d probably have trouble reaching it in time, judging by those powerful limbs stricken with toned muscle yet perfect degrees of flesh intermingled together in one which aided her in propelling herself toward fleeing beasts and prospective victims alike.

“You almost nailed the final piece with perfection if not for a slight alteration in pitch at the beginning of the final refrain, but you probably didn’t even pick up on it. Well, I probably can’t blame you for messing up on the final stretch either after all the time you’ve spent here.” Human ears would have never picked up on it. Andrea had been far too accomplished and precise to actually make it sound like a failure in the first place, but striking up some sort of conversation would be an interesting test.

Would Andrea make a run for it? Would she stay? It was hard to say although not getting a tad more freaked out earlier probably implied that there hadn’t been too many guests in her presence just yet.

“Andrea Summers, is it?” She spoke whilst taking another step forward. Smiling again, then pointing at one of her own ears as to imply that her assertion was based on sound and probably little else. “You’ve got a remarkable voice, you see? Quite distinguishable. You might fool your fellow students, but not me.”

The spotlights shut off those she had not yet seen the girl. She had looked in the direction of he control booth after sipping down some more water though it would have been doubtful that she would have pierced the darkness with her blue eyes to see Ania slink off so when she heard applause coming from the backstage area it had been surprising though not overly so as she had assumed she had missed something.

Nor was the sound of the applause alarming. She had heard much applause in her days and she did not always perform for audiences the size of concert halls. Sometimes she did a song or two at a a birthday party for a relative or a relative's friend. The sound wasn't palms coming together but perhaps a palm against a forearm, perhaps the girl hand a broken arm and couldn't clap in the traditional sense …

When she actually had a look though and saw how that applause was coming, her blue eyes widened, the bottle of near empty water falling off the stool to the stage as she saw the uniform of a student upon the shapely azure form before her.

A shape shifter? She did not care enough to document abilities or record matters but this was a first … there were female creatures? Of course, that was only logical an even though she had a very pleasing shape, more so than those unappealing males she was not about to tense up

Dendrite had instilled the matter of submission into her, making it clear that resistance mattered not in the end. Vanessa, however, was instilling the fighting spirit back into her though there was a third response, freezing up.

She had witnessed enough not to freeze though she had assessed her chances at making it to an exit. The closest was backstage but she would have had to pass by the creature to do so. Thus there were the main doors into the performance hall … leaping off the stage, running down an aisle … in a straight run she would probably be caught, what if she deviated and rushed into one of the rows climbing over the seats? She was not too athletic though, which did not seem the case for the creature before her.

“Oh? Is that so?” She took the criticism lightly though she was just about to spring into action and make a run for the doors when she halted. Her name! Only Vanessa knew … no, that demon too Vanessa had used it in front of him though she had figured that it did not really matter to him. Her eyes widened for a split second before relaxing, as long as the creature drew no closer she would not spring into action yet though any closer she would loose her chance

“No, Stephanie Miller. I sing a lot of her songs though. But you have me at a disadvantage.” The motion toward her ear had her thinking that this one had excellent hearing or some sound based attack but to make that conclusion she would have had to hear her sing before as Andrea Summers and not just as Stephanie Miller doing a cover. One step forward, she took one back keeping that same distance between them, ready to bolt as her mind deciphered how she might have known.

Had a student been listening to one of her CDs? That was perhaps the easiest explanation though in that case she still would have to have found out who was singing, not very tough to do. Perhaps she had an interest in music or was otherwise inquisitive, it was anyone's guess ...

Slicing through the air from side to side, her sleek tail swayed about gracefully like a cat’s when ready to pounce an aggressor or an ordinary pet whose blatant enjoyment on the matter could no longer be contained. She made no further move against Andrea at the time and resorted to standing there, letting her presence alone work its effect on such popular prey. She made no secret of her intentions either, letting each elongated stare bestowed unto her shapely breasts, curves and contours of her hips be seen with utmost ease.

“I suppose you won’t have to worry about it much. Everything else was spot on, actually.” She spoke with practiced nonchalance yet maintained an air of sensuality about her, subtly rocking those wide hips from side to side which had her clawed feet scrape along the stage floor. Briefly these deep blue eyes flickered to the exit behind Andrea and ascertained that it’d be too far for any human to reach in time. Some might believe they could run, perhaps the luscious blond singer even managed to get through, but beyond the door were more halls, more corners, and a creature whose skills greatly surpassed her own, driven by the sole intention to capture her.

“Liar. You are Andrea Summers. There’s no fooling me.” She cast the young woman a smile, taking yet another step forward, toying with Andrea’s temptation to flee. “Much to your misfortune I don’t take kindly to liars, but you’ll have the honor of knowing my name soon enough. You’ll scream out my name with every moment I claim you as my own. That should help you memorize it when the time comes.”

Her expression turned to mischief, then bled over into devious carnal thoughts. All the while her great many tentacles twitched and trembled in anticipation, eager to get their hands on a fresh piece of meat awaiting their unparalleled exploitation.

But the closer Ania advanced on her soon to be victim, the more apparent it’d become just how much different from female the aquamarine predator truly was. She sported an impressive rack, certainly, but further down below a foretelling bulge molded itself against that skirt, hinting at the proportions of masculine blessings Andrea would find herself confronted with sooner than the girl might have wished. However, short of another step toward her, Ania ceased to take action once more.

“Are you going to run now, Andrea? Are you going to make me work for what I’ve come to take?” She teased and cherished every moment of it, to display her every charm on a silver platter and ponder on whether her one and only human celebrity had the courage to stand her ground, and for how long. She hungered for the pleasures of the flesh and someone with her incredible pitch had to have a great bedroom voice too, one even the huntress herself had been beyond anxious to hear. “I don’t take kindly to people who make me work for what I want.”

Suddenly the clothed monster propelled herself forward by drawing upon her most remarkably toned form, enough to close half the distance between them in a single leap as though claiming her then and there was her foremost intention, gracing her hefty bosom with a stunning display of their softness for even enveloped in cloth they bounced admirably for the student to see. Unbeknownst to Andrea, however, Ania toyed with the fate that loomed over her, urging her to run when there was no need nor point in doing so. She even halted momentarily once completing the first step towards capturing Andrea as if to analyze her reaction, if shock urged her to remain in place or panic caused her to flee from the scene, giving Andrea plenty of time to turn and run or stay.

The swaying tail was almost hypnotic if not for the danger of the situation she was in currently. The creature appraised her singing though it had not seemed she was too critical of it. What had gathered more attention though was that advancement.

The tone of the conversation changed though and Andrea knew that she was in trouble here. Perhaps the monsters kept tabs among themselves, that demon knew her true name after all though it had not seemed likely that he would care about that nor had she seen Vanessa in revealing it.

“Pft, you wish!” Those twitching tentacles were eager after all and her blue eyes watched closely. Dendrite showed her early on that resistance was futile though Vanessa was spurning her to fight. The exit was too far away she concluded but there were few weapons about and in a straight up fight, well that was obvious she was going to loose.

That hidden bulge made it clear that she had been more than she appeared.

“Well, since you've already said I was screwed -” well what did she have to loose? She piveted on one foot as if she were about to turn and run rather than hoping off the stage and rushing towards the main entrance. But she quickly turned back cutting to her right and rushing in Ania's direction.

She had hoped that Ania would take a few steps forward carried by her own momentum so the cut back worked. If not, well there was no hoe at all though there was little hope to begin with. Her objective was the mic stand. At least with it she would be armed for what good that did. She would stand her ground, running or fighting the results were probably going to be the same. She had next to no skills at fighting after all.

“I’ll be gentle if you choose to surrender.” A smug smirk had been plastered upon her face. Snatching Andrea turned out to be a matter of when and where, not if and how. Ania sported a fair degree of muscle and agility for the common human female to oppose and thus far none ever managed to elude her for long. However, today happened to be a first with regards to how her chosen prey sculpted the remainder of their encounter by herself. She was free to submit at any point in time, yet chose to flee and look for an opportunity to either fight or escape entirely.

Ania could have responded to her ruse at any time, but figured that the singer earned herself some breathing room after having performed for her and her alone. She was given the privilege of attempting just that for when Ania came forth, the huntress feigned having to recover from her advances to a greater extent than normal which offered the girl a certain window of opportunity. In her haste the azure woman lashed out with her left arm, composed of four two inch wide tentacles, but missed entirely save for tearing away a portion of her right sleeve. It was deliberate, to make escape seem viable to a certain degree, but Andrea had to play smart in order to achieve her goals.

Sadly it was little more than playing with your food in a sense for her greatest thirst had been the carnal pleasures her latest object of desire could provide. Any ounce of resistance amassed in the back of Ania’s mind at the same time, slowly but surely building up to the foundation of her alleged nightmare. Some tended to give in freely and fared remarkably well for what should be an utterly devastating experience, whereas those who resisted received something far more along the lines of what they imagined would happen.

Andrea reached the microphone stand without further problems, but her pursuer happened to be right on her tail. “You don’t actually believe you can beat me, do you?” She remained just outside of reach, one would wager perhaps a bit more than that in order to avoid any lunging attacks, not that they would harm her in the first place.

“Very well.” Three out of eight tentacles in total were all that was needed to cancel a poorly planned attempt to defy the female monster and Ania was about to show her how fruitless such efforts truly were. They sacrificed some of their girth in order to extend their reach, but retained their strength nonetheless before slicing through the air from various angles, the first of them meant to draw attention and grab whatever pitiful weapon Andrea selected.

Neither of the two believed they were evenly matched, that much Ania could tell, but to capture her then and there wasn’t even her concern. She attempted to grab Andrea’s chosen microphone stand whilst trying to coil about her waist with another of the two whereas the third hovered idly nearby. It was meant to sweep in and yank on her ankle if the girl tried to run rather than fight, but in that case Ania did not even try to restrain her anymore. The lovely singer was left on the ground if she happened to fall, with her captor standing right next to her. Such was the power of the huntress and the pitiful nature of her prey.

Had she been more experienced in these matters she might have detected or suspected a rouse at work here though that would have probably been unlikely at their given levels of experience. Often hunters, even in the animal kingdom, outwitted prey through some means of deception and while some prey became skitterish over time she had only recently been made prey. Frankly she was skitterish but unaware, perhaps the best way to put it would have been a young animal separated from the herd rather than one that had the experiences of age.

So the ripping sound of cloth only kicked in those instincts to pull away before the creature had a chance to actually grab her. Almost there, though now there was no question that she was going toward the mic stand rather than fleeing towards the exit …

“Not really but I didn't think I would make it to the door ...” the mic stand was closer and she held I in her grasp more like a baseball bat. Noting that the creature remained a safe distance back for the time being at least before three moving tentacles attracted her attention.

This was where experience would have helped though keeping one's wits with even three tentacles would have been challenging. She had to time it, to strike when the tentacles came within reach but before they could strike themselves.

Hand eye coordination would have helped too as that tentacle moved in she swung. Strike one … she misjudged the distances resulting in that tentacle coiling about the stand. Another then wrapped about her waist and the third about her ankle tripped her up.

She did not fall prone though, with the stand being grabbed she did not enter a tug of war, that was fruitless she assumed and she let go feeling the tentacle about her waist she grasped it instead trying to pull free before it had a solid hold but it already had. Not able to budge it the third tentacle pulled her off balance though she was holding onto the second which gave her some support but the force of that jerk brought her down to her knees.

Blue eyes went wide briefly as if in surprise though she shouldn't have been. Andrea, a quick thinker most of the time could see how hopeless this was with five other tentacles in reserve the conclusion was all but certain in her mind.

“Um … does the original offer still stand?” Probably not, she was so screwed ...

Andrea recognized the gravity of the situation due to previous encounters of the worst kind, but that didn’t stop her from trying to defy whatever fate had in store for the fetching blond woman. She lacked the means to escape from this creature in time and merely delayed the inevitable. Ania could have seized her at any point in time yet granted the girl some sort of freedom on a whim without the need to reveal her presence or feign an inability to recover from a rapid dash. It came down to little more than a game and her prey was about to lose.

Hunting down elusive critters and battling the fiercest rivals honed the huntress to perfection and a human could not outplay a woman whose mind and body were tailored to catching whatever object they desired, be it for survival or purely for the sake of pleasure.

By the time matters had played out before her, the aquamarine monster barely offered any sign of mercy, but rather a growing temptation to dangle Andrea on the hook some more. Finally holding onto her waist was half the fun, but toying with the minds of those who tried to elude their fate rather than accept it played a role in their dealings more often than not. Azure eyes gazed down upon her at all times, evidently pleased by the sights for that enormous bulge had yet to wither any. “That was before you chose to take a swing at me. Now I’m not so sure.”

However, Andrea would find that her arms and legs had yet to be restrained, as if to point out that nothing more than one appendage was required in order to subdue her completely. It was an amusing thought to the blue skinned intruder, but the atmosphere was soon to change. “You must understand, Andrea, Stephanie, whatever you want others to refer to you as, everyone has the same choices when dealing with me. It wouldn’t be fair to other members of the student body if I went easy on you now.”

Suddenly several tentacles dashed toward her in the blink of an eye. She moved quicker than whatever degree of agility Ania displayed previously and in hindsight Stephanie never stood much of a chance to begin with. Each honed in one her supple chest, mouth and groin, evidently attempting to score big straight away, but just before they even remotely touched her, they ceased to move. Instead each of them hovered before the singer, letting her see each tendril that was about to claim. Ania drew near with deliberately slow steps, tapping her chin in thought.

“On the other hand ..” She began, letting the suspense build anew. “You’ve entertained me a great deal with your most delightful compositions. Granted, a fellow student filled me in on your works, but I imagine there’s more to the two of us than you’d like to hear.” So a student listened to her music which should give her an idea just where the black haired temptress heard of Andrea before. “You want to be treated gently? Here’s your chance to redeem yourself, little one.”

Far more good than bad tended to come out of compromise and Ania was willing to cut the girl some slack, at least based on what she said. Some experiences might even be considered pleasant for those under her care, but it all came down to how those captured women responded to a given situation. “Show me how that recording device of yours works. I've only just barely seen you use it from a distance.” As far as Ania was concerned, it had to be on Stephanie herself, but retrieving it would not be too much of an effort. She hoped to record what transpired here. Such appeared to be the way of her compromises, humiliation instead of physical punishment or plain discomfort.

It wasn't as if she had a fighting chance here. She knew this though she had to try never the less rather than resign herself to her fate. In nature sometimes prey confused a predator … she remembered seeing something once with a seal turning on and attacking a Great White Shark, which confused the animal to the point it gave up chase.

What was going through that seal's head? Did it reach a point where I simple got fed up with running all he time? Was I a desperate gambit? Had it seen something else attack a shark successfully like a dolphin and figured it had nothing to loose as it was? The clear advantage that it had though was that it was dealing with an attacker of animal intelligence, one that was unable to process everything and simply realize that the seal had no chance going head to head with it and taking that into consideration. Ania could think though and while it was her guess that most ran away someone or something fighting back wasn't beyond the scope of reason nor would it really change tings with the students at least. She was the seal, Ania the shark though Ania had the brains to realize her clear strength here.

The color left her face as she heard those words. “'Come on, you knew that had no chance of connecting,” not unless she wanted it to any way.

The tendrils streaked toward her quicker than those earlier movements. It was shear instinct for her to attempt to pull back though she was still on her knee and only managed to rise a few inches before falling back on the seat of her pants. Blue eyes closed though nothing. She opened her eyes to see that those tendrils deliberately fell short of their mark. Her heart pounding in her chest as she looks up as the creature continued. When she mentioned a fellow student she had concluded that this wasn't Vanessa's doing though it was the first one she had thought of. She had lots of fans even her and she concluded that Ania had a keen ear since she could only thing of one situation where she may have gotten the information from Vanessa but that was too much of a stretch. It would entail her wishing to learn more about her, caring to know or perhaps fulfilling her curiosity.

She nodded at the question then looked to the recorder that sat on the nearby stool. Was it still going? She didn't have time to turn it off. “It's s-simple,” she pointed toward the device. “Though I'll need that to show you.”

If allowed the freedom to get the device or it was retrieved she would show Ania the quick run down. Insert a cassette, click the record button to begin recording, the stop to stop it and the rewind and play buttons. “You can flip it over to record on the other side when the first fills up or just use the fast forward to get to the end of one side, flip the cassette over by ejecting it with this button and record on the other side. This cassette runs about 90 minutes with side A nearly filled by now,” she gave a quick tutorial of the device and a demonstration if allowed recording a few seconds and playing it back. “Rather simple.”

“It’s the thought that counts. I’m not too fond of runners and fighters tho' they tend to be fairly enjoyable if they're elusive enough.” Stephanie didn’t freeze. To the dressed up hunter that was more than preferable. Surely such composure meant their time together wouldn’t be entirely fruitless. Some more versed in their current affairs had to wonder where they found themselves in the eye of their sapphire blue captor, however, especially after running from the scene and raising a hand against her, no matter how impossible it was to resist. Daphnee slapped her once and earned her fair share of retaliation, but that was after the two had already met. Stephanie, on the other hand, was more of a stranger to Ania.

Did obedience even matter? Would subpar performance compel Ania choose her own pace, to flat out leave or give the exotic specimen a desire to train the girl? Would there be a return visit in the future? Lacking such knowledge left her relatively ignorant of the days to come, but thanks to her celebrity status she wouldn’t be all too safe from attention. She didn’t buy into the whole Stephanie affair and thought the girl tried to cover up or was the same person as Andrea but used an alias at the time since few people could hope to outsmart her hearing.

“Simple sounds easy enough.” She actually went on to release her blond captive who then retrieved the device. Stephanie was free to move without hindrance while Ania awaited her return in the same spot they had been in mere moments before. It was a near constant challenge of trust, without a doubt, as each waking moment offered chances to gain favor yet lose much of the same should it be betrayed.

By the time they faced each other again, Ania spun her around so as to draw the young woman into her cushiony embrace while an appendage coiled about her slender waist once more, azure eyes attentively peeking over her shoulder. She foisted these warm and mellow heaps of breast flesh upon her back and held Stephanie in place as the heat of her ample bosom spread through her back, separated solely by their respective uniforms. Her own heart remained calm whereas the girl’s beat a certain degree faster. She let the student explain before getting a hold of the device herself, flipping the cassette over in order to check the contents of side B since A contained actual work. It might be hypocritical of her to show concern for her work considering what events were about to unfold, but in their roles these little things hardly mattered.

She smiled once her examination of the device had been finished. “What a neat little device. I shall make good use of it while we’re here.” Surely it required a fair measure of wealth to acquire one and if her captive turned out to be satisfactory in the session to come, perhaps keeping it around compelled her to keep an eye out of it if not look for it personally which should pave the way for another encounter. In a sense it happened to be a fairly primitive object to someone like her, but Stephanie didn’t need to know that. “I’d be delighted to create a one of a kind record with the likes of Andrea Summers.”

More precisely her bedroom voice, but since that was more or less inevitable, Ania decided to play things differently for the moment at hand and sate some of her own curiosity for a change. Star or student, the woman wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and Ania enhanced that notion with a subtle squeeze of her waist region. “What’s the whole mixed personality deal all about anyway? Why choose to be Stephanie Miller when you can be Andrea Summers?” In truth Ania had never seen a picture of Andrea Summers and unlike some fans never actually knew what the alleged celebrity looked like in the first place hence the confusion as to the nature of her chosen persona.

Naturally it was a concern for her as to what the future brought. Coddled all of her life she wasn't exactly out of shape though she wasn't super athletic either. In an age of cell phones she actually had people managing her Face Book accounts and Twitter feeds. As Stephanie Miller though she had no such access to social media seeing as to the fact that cell phones weren't allowed and there was no internet access. Back in the real world though she was always busy rehearsing or performing to keep one. Moving around on tour meant fewer friends after all and less of a drive to get wrapped up in all that.

She was worried though and about at this time she was thinking that her lessons learned from Dendrite would have served her better seeing that fighting wasn't going to work and running wasn't either. If it had not been for Vanessa it would have been unlikely that she would have been influenced to fight even though the attempt was rather pitiful.

She behaved though and had not tried to run. Andrea realized that she could not hope to escape and to make an attempt was foolish as it served only to get her ire. Not that she had felt that Ania trusted her, just that it did not seem to matter what she had chosen to do, the end result was the only thing she had some sort of influence over as far as how she was going to be treated.

With some incentive she displayed how the workings of the recorder functioned. It was essentially a simple tape deck that she used during practice. She owned better quality ones and even had another still packed up in her room but should this one be lost or damaged it was no big deal.

Those breasts were huge and had pressed into her back as she gave her instructions pointing out each bottom in the event that she could not read English so at least she would have the memory of what symbols were tied to what function. A tendril returned though at this range she had doubted that it was to restrain her … if she had not known better she might have attributed it to a lover placing an arm around the waist of their soul mate.

What had she meant? A recording? Like an auditorium one, which had more appeal. After all she would worry about leakage of any sort of video but wit a recording one could always say that one was just goofing around making such sounds so it was tougher to prove anything. There was always some doubt as to the actions though doing so briefly and for minutes could lead one to assume what was going on but without a visual one could deny it was them too and it would hold up outside of detailed voice analysis.

“A-A recording ...” she stammered and blushed a bit at that thought. She had no idea of what Ania was considering though. Though there would be issues with getting it replaced since she didn't want to brake out the better of the two and waiting to get another cheaper one took time to get here … factor in that she had no idea that she was on an alien world and special requests took longer to arrive was another thing. In any case she had doubted that they were speaking about doing an album together.

The question was asked as she felt the tendril convulse against her waist. “Oh, um, that …” she had never had to tackle the why about it let alone to a monster. “Andrea Summers is to popular. I can't go out and grab a hamburger without fans tripping over her. The fame is nice but all the time being a role model for people, doing autographs and pictures and such … there was little time to be just me. I'm glad though that I wore the disguise. Nobody cares about Stephanie Miller, not to such levels any way so I can be myself and not have o worry about maintaining an image for the public.”

Far more important than the device would be its contents once the two of them had finished and who got to keep it in their possession played a greater role still. Some possibilities as to what the azure skinned woman sounded preferable to others, but in the end Stephanie figured the most likely outcome had been the usual. None of the creatures truly came about to do little more than chat and judging by that bulge displayed earlier, the next hour had been well laid out for the two of them.

She hardly expected anyone to intrude and seek to utilize the auditorium for themselves, not that they had any chance to lay eyes on the two without being captured as well. It might put a damper on her mood since the added effort took away from her personal enjoyment, but the prospect of bedding two human beauties more than made up for it. She was determined to stick to Stephanie, however, experimenting a bit with her newfound technological toy.

“Ah, I understand now. That explains quite a lot, actually.” Ania nodded in acknowledgement, but thanks to their respective posture wound up lightly dragging her breasts across the student’s back whilst hot breaths assailed the vein of her neck in a barrage of tingling warmth. “When working things out with your voice I’ve had to process the whole deal without your image, so that takes care of my initial confusion. But yes, the recording. I thought about keeping it for it’ll be a very special piece, but maybe you’ll be able to get it back if you behave well enough. I’m not too much of a monster, after all.”

Amusement rang in her voice, but then faded as if the huntress tried to stifle an oncoming chuckle which had her fall silent for a moment. “I fully plan on exploring some more of yourself as we move on, but I’m sure you can answer some questions while we proceed with something sweeter. After all, someone has to give you the attention you deserve.” She pointed at the recorder. “Perhaps with this people will care about Stephanie Miller.”

Suddenly the appendage holding onto her waist extended further toward her groin and began to wiggle past the hem of her skirt in one fell swoop. She’d feel it slither between the two protective layers of cloth which concealed her sacred womanhood, lingering there whilst Ania flicked the device on with a faint click of the record button.

“I wonder what your delightful singing voice sounds like when I touch .. this.” She cooed, almost playfully before rubbing along the clothed petals of her flower in a series of deliberately slow strokes. At the same time her pelvis shuffled forward, revealing just how ample and rigid her manhood had become. Her own skirt had been lifted by that hardness and Ania guided it right underneath Stephanie’s own. It nestled up against the gap between those delicate cheeks, being dragged up and down by practiced hip movements which served to part them ever so slightly with every passing moment. There was no ignoring that potent warmth as it pulsed and throbbed, felt clearly through the fabric of her undergarments.

“It’s definitely warm down there, almost begging for attention.” She teased while toying with the slit of her body. A slight dampness oozed from the appendage and Stephanie found that it wasn’t her own arousal quite yet, if Ania even managed to compel her to feel such things, but rather a mild aphrodisiac meant to accelerate the process. Such moisture gradually drenched her panties which spread it to a wider area of skin to absorb these liquid delights.

“Ohh, what have we here?” Ania happened to be far from done, bringing the device closer to Stephanie as to capture each and every sound she made before lightly nudging her tender clitoris through the cloth, encircling it as to coax it from concealment. “Hmm .. Play nice and I might refrain from playing this over the loudspeakers on the upcoming talent show you mentioned. With or without you, I imagine it’ll be quite the show.” She wouldn’t even have to show up. Someone was bound to recognize her voice which should make for quite the performance that day.

There were rehearsals for a summer play, some of the girls in the drama club liked to keep busy and they could not return home. The theater was not in use today as far as she knew or was much later on in the day, she forgot which actually but she had known it was one or the other. She had selected this time because no one was going to be here or if they did come she would be gone well before anyone arrived …

That was the plan any way. The fewer people that could even be suspicious about her nature the better as far as she had been concerned. Of course she had not expected other visitation. It occurred before though Daphnee had intruded upon the scene and had dealings with the creature before making it an easier time for her. But Daphnee would not speak of the matter! It was as if she denied anything ever happening or repeating that she did not recall this or that when a direct question was posed to her or a comment requiring some input. She never denied it happening though bu her refusal to acknowledge it was rather infuriating.

She could feel the warmth of breath and the feel of breasts against her back as Ania moved. She had to realize that the recording would be only useful with a tape deck or other means of play back not that they were tough to acquire. It just took time to requisition them from the mall and the school had them too, the music clubs had them for similar reasons and there were courses that made use of them playing pieces of music that they were attempting to replicate for example so getting a hold of one was easy. Of course her's was right her too and there would be less fuss in just taking that one so Andrea could only surmise that Ania would do such.

“H-How will I record?” Well, there was always the other tape deck but she really didn't want to use that one. It was a birthday gift and she realized that things were easily broken here with all the supernatural events going on.

Of course she could just take he tape since it was independent of the recorder too. Her attention shifted to the recorder once more as Ania chuckled … she had an idea of how she had intended on using it and she had not considered the simple matter of everyone realizing it was Stephanie Miller on that recording instead of Andrea Summers … Stephanie didn't have to maintain the same sort of image as Andre but she still held herself in a certain regard though she was known to be very out going few would probably consider such antics from her though she doubted that there would be many that would find such hard to believe.

“W-What sort of q-questions?” She nervously stammered out.

She heard the click of the recorder, the statement made and the warmth of that touch. It was not a direct on but she felt the trace of the fabric of cloth rippling against her. She shuddered a bit, touched in front and poked in back. She had experiences there before from that slime creature that assaulted her and Vanessa. “Uh!” She gasped out as the rubbing continued, A damp patch soon formed up at the front of her panties as that touch continued slowly building up her own desires.

She could feel some dampness against the back of her panties too, widening out amongst the cloth there This arousal was not her own and it was clearly Ania's. The recorder drawn close to capture her every gasp as she felt the touch rubbing against her clit promoting it to awaken as it flowed with blood

Vanessa … Daphnee … Rosalie … they would certainly recognize her voice though Daphnee was probably going to be too busy to attend she couldn't be sure. She could be assigned some Prefect duties and even was a ventriloquist too so she could even be in it. Seeing that it was summer Daphnee might have more time too.

“Oh! Ahhh! Y-You wouldn't!” She gasped and stammered against that touch though she knew how easy doing so would be. She only had to get into the main office since the intercom was connected throughout the buildings.