The beach seemed calm and peacefull, Isabel thought as she walked along the beach, her feet were bare as she waded them through the sand. She smiled listening to the waves coming and receeding, seagulls singing overhead.

She walked slowly and sedately along the beach, enjoying the wind blowing against her, twisting her hair about behind her as it swished past. A slow smile over her lips.

Consciousness slowly returned to the being known as Whisperer. He was unsure of where he was or how he had gotten there. While his psychic senses crawled toward focus, the alien searched back through his memory.

He had been near the dormitories, tracking an unusual psychic ‘scent.’ Not surprisingly, the source turned out to be a girl - a normally feisty redhead who was deliriously happy. He had easily lured her to the window with his psychic call, quickly stinging her and ensnaring her with his tentacles. The assault had gone smoothly; the girl’s body betrayed her quickly. She was about to release the first burst of climactic energy when . . .

Blackness.

Now he was here, floating over a lonely stretch of beach. Even while he was unconscious, gravity refused to claim his transparent bulk, so now he drifted aimlessly along on the wind. Suddenly, he felt a presence. A girl. Relaxed. Happy. She ambled unknowingly toward him even as the breeze drove him toward her.

That was when he realized he was HUNGRY.

How long had he been out? He set the question aside, instead focusing on the fortuitous morsel that wandered ever closer. The ravenous beast suppressed his first urge to charge toward her with tentacles outstretched. That was not his way.

Whisperer remained dormant, letting the wind push him along. His natural transparency and the sunlight sparkling off the water combined to make him nearly invisible.

Isabel continued to wander down along the beach, her gaze turning out towards the water as it slowly ebbed and declined. Wearing a short blue skirt and a white tangtop she ran towards the water, laughing as the water poured out over her feet, the sand following along with water to tickle her toes. She smiled and turned to continue along the beach smiling as the water poured out over her bare toes.

As she wandered she found herself thankfull, being here she was finally free of her insane parents, no longer having to worry that they took notice of her and decided to punish her... just because they could. She still wondered how they could have given birth to her. She hadn't made too many freinds unfortunitly... she was just too shy it seemed. always finding some place to be alone so she could write or draw. It was hard to find anyone interested in what she did... especially considering the content... and ever since she'd come to this school her pictures had become more realistic... but also more sex inclined... almost always a girl was being raped by some creature or other.

Not something she wanted to admit to the whole school! most girls she had met, she had gotten the idea that they wouldn't find it at all... interesting even if it was only in fantasy. But then she suspected many of them had run ins with a monster of their own more than a few times.

Isabel’s sudden dash to the water might have surprised Whisperer, if he hadn’t seen it in her mind first. As it was, he was barely able to control his hunting reflex to break cover and attack immediately. Patience. He recognized that the girl had not yet detected him, though the new position from which she continued her stroll meant that his current drift trajectory would cross her path slightly after she had passed him. But that could work to his advantage, as well.

Whisperer, floating at an altitude of about ten feet above the sand, rode the wind ever closer to his intended prey. He took interest in the idle thoughts he read from her mind. Gratitude over freedom from oppression, but tinged with a sense of self-imposed loneliness; a surprising interest in creatures such as he, and a secret shame that went with it. He suppressed a quiver of anticipation; he expected this morsel would prove extremely delicious.

When he was almost upon her, Whisperer readied his psychic lure. If he could distract her and make her pause for a moment, he might be able to reach striking distance undetected. He sounded the call, directing the telepathic impulse into her mind that would produce an etheric voice whispering her name - in this case, from behind her and opposite his vector of attack.

Isabel . . .

Isabel placed one foot in front of the other, walking aimlessly along the beach. Letting out a soft content sigh as she did so.

Isabel she heard.

She jumped, stopping and looking about around her, violet eyes wide. There was no one there... had she been hearing things? Maybe... another monster wanted after her?

Impressive. Despite her aimless wandering, the girl was alert and watchful, inferring almost immediately the danger Whisperer’s call represented. Unfortunately for her, she did not instantly look up, where she might have seen the slight ripple in the air that marked his passing.

Finally gliding within range, Whisperer struck. He extended all four of his stinging tendrils from the concavity of his underbelly, whipping the thin, feathery strands down and out at the not entirely unsuspecting student. Crisscrossing in a web-like pattern, the filaments crackled to life with bio-electricity and dripped with paralytic venom as they swept toward their target.

And Whisperer sounded his call again.

Isabel . . .

Isabel's violet eyes scanned the area, she didn't see anything... no one could have said anything... She bit her lower lip and was about to continue on before she heard her name again. She frowned standing still... and looking up... but a little too late.

Whisperer’s stingers lashed across Isabel’s body, delivering a stunning shock and a dose of venom that sank in quickly wherever it contacted flesh. The poison raced through her body, bringing weakness and leaving paralysis in its wake. The monster rapidly extended several of his rough, bristly grasping tentacles to grab his prey before her body could crumple to the ground.

Isabel gasped and cried out just as the stingers touched her, her cry quited as her body suddenly stopped working and she found herself starting to fall, only to be stopped by some invisible thing holding her. Her violet eyes looked around trying to discearn what had her... and what was going on...

A transparent tentacle about the waist and one holding each limb hoisted the helpless beauty into the air. A sixth snaked down to carefully support her head as she was shifted into a position parallel to the ground, facing upward. The sun’s rays sparkled through Whisperer’s nearly transparent body, breaking and cascading in watery ripples. He held his captive there for a moment, letting what little she could see of him register in her mind. Then:

Isabel . . . food . . .

Isabel's eyes widened, helplessly moved about to the invisible creatures desires. She found herself turned onto her back, looking as if she was floating in the air. Her eyes found the shimmering image of... something... above her. It was hard to see exactly but she could see the faint outlines of it's body.

... food? She would have strougled at that word but her body refused to listen to her and continued to lay there helplessly.

Had he not been so hungry, Whisperer might have tormented his prey longer, playing up her natural misconception as to what it was he ate. His true purpose might became apparent, however, when he used his last two graspers to shred her clothing. He worked quickly, like a kid unwrapping a birthday present, discarding the ripped fabric in haphazard piles.

Of course, maybe he just didn’t like to eat cloth, and the pair of trunk-maws he sent to replace the ripping tentacles did look an awful lot like mouths, even if they had no teeth.

She was helpless... laying there supported by it's tenticles as it started to shred her clothing from her body. Her mind slowed down, trying to process what was happening to her. She felt the tenticles shredding her clothing from her body, it seemed eager to remove them as it shredded and left them as they fell off.

Staring up she looked at what she could see of the creature that had captured her wondering if it had a mouth in which to eat her with... or would it just lift her up into it's jelly like body and slowly digest her over time... a rather disgusting thought.

Her nipples tightened as the fabric covering them were ripped away. They turned into pink pebbles on her soft breasts.

There was a pause. Whisperer momentarily felt as though he was elsewhere; elsewhen. Nighttime. A waterfall. Another girl at his mercy . . . The monster’s form became even more indistinct; hazy, as though blurred out of focus.

Then the moment passed. Whisperer’s mind snapped back to the present and his senses oriented on the delicious morsel he held beneath him. He trembled slightly as hunger surged through him.

He extended the two trunk maws further, each one centering over one of Isabel’s breasts. Eight translucent tongue-like flaps emerged from the two circular openinings to crawl over the soft smooth tit-flesh beneath them.

Isabel watched as her body grew cold because of it's nakedness, it grew somewhat more seeable and she could see the many tenticles hanging from it's body. A soft gasp managed to escape her body as it started to lick the hard nubs of her nipples.

Not much sound could escape but what did... were soft moans her nipples taughtening even more under the attention.