The Buxom silver haired teen heart was pounding as she darted into the room. What she had seen over her shoulder was stuff of nightmare’s. The fleshy pink tendrils carpeted the floor and the walls. Thank goodness for her head start, she would have never made this far without it. She slammed the door shut leaning back against it upon entry. The tendrils flew past not all noticing that she had dashed into one of the rooms. She breathed a sigh of relief as her eye’s darted around the room it was dark and her eye’s had yet to adjust. Great she ducked into a dark room with God knows what, then again she might find something useful about this island and its hidden secrets.

She knew she wouldn’t but what the heck she had few minutes presumably before leaving and making her way out of the basement, hopefully Nataski wouldn’t find though her sex twitched anticipation if Nin should be caught.

Were her tingling loins only a reflex action, a Pavlovian response to encounters that had subjected her body to nearly inconceivable heights of rapture? Or was it that she was, in essence, a nubile girl whose sex ached at the thought of being ravished, a perpetual sacrifice waiting for her monster?

The question didn't occur to Nin, and probably she wouldn't have thought it was important. Her attention was on trying to probe the gloom that filled the room like a cloud. Somewhere near the door would be a light switch, but groping for it was a trap. She listened intently, as if reaching mentally with her ears to approximate ESP, and then she heard the wet scrape of a tentacle on the door, exactly as she'd suspected. A moment later she saw its dark silhouette waver across the frosted glass window. Natsuki was holding her tentacle over every door she passed, Nin guessed, and if she got too close she'd feel the vibration of her steps. At the very least, she'd feel the hum of electricity enlivening the room.

Trapped, all she could do was wait and hope the false teacher's strategy changed. In the meantime, she crept further into the shadows as she'd intended. Mysterious shapes, mostly covered by thin sheets of dusty cloth, moved alarmingly under her hands whenever they knocked against the unseen surfaces. Soon she adapted and let her hands drift more gently, caressing they objects instead of colliding with them.

After feeling around blindly she found an uncovered projection and ran her palms and fingertips over the uneven, hard edges. The corners seemed to be at right angles cobbled together at random, but the longer edges formed tiers. It was a stack of some kind.

They were books, Nin concluded quite suddenly. She was in a storage room for books. From the texture they were hardcovers, which suggested textbooks, but without light she couldn't be certain.

The room was gloomy, and it felt as if it was a dark cloud she could not pierce without light. She almost intend to switch the light on, but the sound of the slimy tendrils against the door warned otherwise. She had figured such a move would be implemented on Natsuki’s part. Could Tentacles the see light? Could they sense it? Perhaps not, however the false teacher would be able to see it through the window, To which the shadow of a slow moving tendril could be seen. That was enough for her to leave it be and explore her current hiding place for information. Holding onto every spot meant she could prevent any back tracking, or escape. Turning on the light would definitely giver her away. Either they would feel the electricity or its residual heat it would produce.

While she waited for the tentacles to move on. She couldn’t say so out loud, but. this whole thing was a turning her on. Running from a threat to avoid having wonderful orgasms; was a thrill she couldn’t deny to even herself. This was no time for her nymph personality to shine, no she needed answers; and more importantly not get fucked silly this day. She began exploring the room slowly doing her best to avoid loud unusual noise. There was dusty cloths, with odd shapes, without light she couldn’t tell what they where exactly. Taking the covers off would cause to much noise and plausibly make her body react un-favorably to the startled dust. Her hands moved about bumping against unseen objects. When her vision adapted to the darkness allowing her to navigate better her hands began to caress the object searching them out, instead of bumping harshly into them.

Finally still blind, she manage to make out a stack of books. Feeling them over she found them to be hard back. Text books maybe? Or was it something else? These thoughts and a million more ran through her head each one concluded there was no way of telling without a proper lighting source. If she had cell she would risk it, but she didn’t as there was no need for them on campus. The silver haired girl pondered a moment but found no satisfactory way to meet her goal. Perhaps when the tendrils passed she could risk it for a few moments, or she could clean the window and on the frosted window and use the dim hall light. Yet that could expose her just as easy.

Nin bit her lip in scroll of her impasse. Here she was with a real chance to garner knowledge and truth. Yet if she did she would be at the mercy of cute false teacher who would ravage her body till either Natsuki grew tired of her or Nin passed out. Either would be the expected out come of this game should the teen make the wrong move.

“Tsk.” Was her only silent remark to this aggravating situation.

Nin went through her options. Escape seemed off the menu until she could figure out some trick. That left her with a short list of possibilities: negotiation, distraction, combat, or a mad dash for the exits. The last was the least plausible solution, especially considering she'd already decided to hide rather than run. Making a break for it would be her desperation measure. The problem with trying a distraction is that she couldn't think of a way to cause one that wouldn't lead directly to the room she was in.

What about combat? Well, the weapons at hand would be books, and maybe electricity if she could tamper with the cords, not electrocute herself in the process, and then somehow lure Ms. Saika into touching the exposed wire. Oh yes, possibly dying in exchange for a small chance to potentially hurt her pursuer. That sounded awesome. Throwing books might at least fend off some tentacles.

Stupidly, the best option seemed to be begging for mercy. The pretend teacher didn't come off as mean or angry, which was a hopeful sign. If Nin gave up she might convince her to be gentle, perhaps agree to a time limit. One hour being stretched and rubbed by hot, worming tentacles, Nin thought. Fantasized. They'd leave her sticky, for sure, and tired. Then she could climb back into her clothes and take a shower. Ms. Saika seemed like she'd be thorough too. Nin's cunny and asshole both tightened at the prospect automatically, feeling a ghostly premonition of what the agile tentacles might be like inside her.

Okay, no. Assuming Ms. Saika was merciful, as soon as Nin started just letting herself be ravished she'd stop resisting every other monster, and that was a bad path. One that might wind up with her staying in the basement permanently. What else was there though? Waiting around hiding until Ms. Saika got bored, or another student wandered downstairs?

Just as Nin's thoughts circled back around to running she heard the door thump, rattling on it's hinges so forcefully that flakes of old paint sprang off the edges of the frame. Vibration jogged the light switch from off to on, and illumination exploded through the room. Nin had to blink. She was surrounded by stacks of books in cardboard boxes and cartons, many stacked precariously underneath dusty cloth sheets. There was a slide projector hunched in a corner like a turkey staring at its own belly, fat bodied with a long neck supporting the lamp on the end.

The door boomed again. Several tentacles had pressed together into a single, striated limb to smash fleshily into the entrance.

"Come out come out, gingerbread girl. I'm getting soooo hungry." Ms. Saika's voice drifted from far away down the hall. Other doors thudded distantly from her heavy knocking.

Nin looked around and saw what she needed: a second door, windowless, on the other side of the room. Without light drifting in she'd missed it. There was no way to tell if Natsuki had a tentacle guarding it, but it couldn't lead back into a hall. She hoped not, at least. The question was whether to risk it.

Reviewing the same options she'd just considered, what choice did she have? Nin felt like she was being herded.

"Come on out sweetie pie. I'm going to find you eventually. I want to taste how sugary sweet you are." Ms. Saika quipped. "While you're still nice and warm!"

There was a certain creepiness to Ms. Sakia’s calling out. The idea of being ravage for long hours and receiving blissful orgasms didn’t escape her. at least now she had a way out thanks to the tendrils knocking on the light briefly enough to get a good look around before flickering off. There was actually very little she could do in this situation, and the only way out it seemed was to just spread her legs and let it happen. The silver haired girl didn’t drift into dis[air instead she tucked the the book she had garbed under her arms. Hoping to get a look at it latter before quietly moving towards the door she had not seen. earlier. MOving briskly she opened as silently as possible and slipped behind it. Hopefully there would be nothing there.

Nin got her wish, too literally. The door swung open quietly thanks to traces of congealed oil on the hinges, but beyond was no escape, only a broom closet. A small bulb in the ceiling automatically flickered on. It was only as bright as a couple of candles, enough for Nin to see the dry handle of a mop in one corner and a plastic bucket coated with a hazy scum of old soap. She ignored those ordinary items to stare at a pair of open steel manacles pegged to the wall.

The manacles were practically medieval in construction, well oiled and immensely thick. They looked sturdy enough to hold an Olympic weightlifter doped with PCP, but the pair of limp panties half inside the bucket and the yellowed shreds of a somebody's uniform left on the floor made it apparent that it had been a schoolgirl who'd been locked into them. Other disquieting signs remained as well: traces of blond hair, a broken mirror's shards strewn about, and several nude Polaroids of the closet's probable former occupant pegged to one of the walls. She'd been blindfolded, was notably well endowed, and in the photos seemed to be covered with dull rope burns.

That's when Nin noticed that the first several inches of the mop handle were still much darker than the pale dry wood further down, and that the heavy bottle she'd thought contained cleaning fluid was labeled "Duralube" in blocky chrome lettering. Inside the bucket was a pile of alligator clips, a blunt nosed injection tube, white ceramic anal beads on a long string, as well as a foot long rubber horse phallus, all pooling in clear, partly hardened gel.

Nin had to take a step back. Worse than the evidence of imprisonment or the sex toys was the smell. A cloistered, pungent scent like rotten damp leaves and rancid grease, like a hamper of soiled clothes forgotten for too long. The smell assailed her in a wave, constantly growing. She could taste it, feel the obscene particles coating her throat. This wasn't a good place to be.

Outside, a few doors down by Nin's guess, Ms. Saika called out in singsong. "Little Nin, little Nin, let me come ii~iin."

Not by the skin of my quimmy quim quim, Nin thought morbidly.

The door opened softly as she did so the scent of sex mixed with stale air and other fumes hit her in the gut. She clasped her mouth as her first instinct was to gag and throw up. The light was dim, but enough light was shinning through much to her horror and disgust. This broom closet was nothing more than a small sex chamber. The pair manacles was something she was used to seeing but hare it was actually disconcerting. it looked in good shape and and according to an old Polaroid it had been well used. In particular by a well endowed blond. Considering the mop handle and the mirror Nin got the since something bad had happened in this small room was nothing good.

The sex toys seemed to pooling something that had long since turned into hard gel. She closed the door Her eye’s wide in terror. Her heart pounding trying to not gag and vomit up in disgust. Though she had made sure to snag a photo, she would most likely need it latter on. The call of Saika made Nin jump s little, as she thought her words.Hair stood on the back of her neck and she shook. She knew the basement had it dangers, its dark niche corner. This.... This was something she had not expected. Now there was one thought to get out, and get out when she had the chance.

Nin's muscles jolted as the door thumped, closing far more harshly than she'd intended. She hadn't been thinking, wanting to close off that vulgar chamber quickly so she could forget it. The back of her neck prickled as if her collar was rough wool. Her legs and belly were clenched to the verge of numbness. Ms. Saika must have heard that boom.

Natsuki's footsteps began to approach, tapping like a teacher's ruler against a blackboard. The rhythms was oh so slow, teasingly steady. She had heard, otherwise why protract her arrival? Yet Nin had to hope she was just being careful, perhaps peering through each window glass. It was possible she might not see Nin and move on. Please, please...

Natsuki stopped outside the door. Her silhouette turned to face Nin, smoky and indistinct.

"Lit-tle Nin...Lit-tle Ni~i~in." Natsuki cajoled slowly. "Let me come in?"

The doorknob turned slowly, the mechanism grinding. Then the door was opening, and tentacles were crawling lazily inside. One of them groped, curling like a cat's tail, and flicked on the switch.

Natsuki smiled delightedly. Then, her nose wrinkled. "What the devil is that smell?"

The close of the door was too loud, but considering the situation it was justified. She still couldn’t process it herself, the only thing keeping her from screaming was the fact that Nasaki was in the hall. That soon hardly mattered as she entered with a posy of tentacles. Those shapely hips swaying with vigor, her blond hair bouncing, but her nose twitching as the fowl stench collided with her nose. Sadly her plea for the women to pass had failed, making the situation even more disturbing.

Her eye’s blinded slightly by the sudden flight caused her to shut her eye’s as she adjusted.”T-t-the closet.”Nin stated gagging slightly shaking n terror, backing herself against the door.Her playful demeanor when she had teased Nasaki about her being the gingerbread man was gone, she was serious. Obviously whatever she had seen caused the young women to tremor in fear.

In the light the place looked desolate, painted bricks left to flake and stacks of books abandoned to the dust. It made for a poor playroom, Natsuki thought. Also, her playmate trembled with the wrong kind of anticipation. Whatever was in that closet wasn't anything Natsuki cared to see. The smell told a graphic story on its own.

"Take my hand little Nin." Natsuki invited, reaching out her hand and giving the frightened woman a smile. "We can play somewhere else. Unless you'd prefer just to get to the point. I won't keep you down here for too long either way."

NiN wanting to get away from the fowl smell took the teachers hands. There was a reassuring tone. It was refreshing to here she wasn't going to be her plaything for long, but still she wasn't forgetting what she saw anytime soon. Never really. Still having blissful sex would provide a great distraction. So Nin followed the women dutifully. She made no attempt to run she just followed, frightened and wondering just what happened back there. Part of her didn't want to know, the other part of her was to busy asking a million questions for her to just leave it alone.

"Some awful things occur down here, don't they?" Natsuki said. It seemed from her tone she was trying to sound kind, but what nobody would want to be reminded of what Nin had seen. Natsuki's pleasant smile turned grumpy, and she walked in huffy silence until the end of the hallway. "I was actually quite in the mood for a chase. I don't suppose..." Natsuki gave a sudden sigh. "No. Well, that doesn't stop me from tearing the clothes off you regardless. I was so looking forward to that part." The tangle of tentacles spawned through the hallway again, their tips turned with ardent intent toward Nin. "When I start stripping you, do you think you can manage a scream or two?" Natsuki asked while twisting a tendril of her hair around her pinkie finger.

" I guess I can manage a squeal." Nin stated not totally sure about it, but she was in the woman's clutches after all. It had been a chase and an interesting one too. Sadly the scene moments ago ruined that chase. Her darted at the poised the tendrils, she was going to be fucked regardless of her answer it seemed. Natsukis personality was that of a spoiled child. Grumpy because her game was derailed yet still demanding the fruits of labor. Nin took a breath as she knew it had futile from the begining but getting a way with a shred of evidence would have been worth coming down hear."I'll do it but you'll have to indulge a fettish of mine... I kind of like. bukakes" Nin blushed slightly realizing she was asking to covered in tentacle spooge instead trying to weasal a way out. She was slut after all, so she didn't feel too bad in making the request.

Natsuki had the temerity to blush, as if Nin had said something scandalous, when she was the one explaining how she intended to strip the girl naked and ravish her! The hypocrisy was astonishing, but the little woman's titillated stare and the sheen of her saucily curled lips made it forgivable.

"A bukake? You mean when...?" Natsuki covered her expression with both hands. "But that's so lewd!" She couldn't maintain her pretense at incredulity and burst into a marvelous fit of giggles. She clasped both hands together and twisted sinuously. Meanwhile her tentacles crept and squirmed closer to the dusky little slut she'd cornered. "Well, okay, since you asked. Let's not forget though," Natsuki admonished, finger aloft pedantically, "you're here to be corrected. So don't think it's all going to be petting and fleshplay. We've got to do something about the exhibitionist streak of yours."

Natsuki dissolved into another short fit of giggles. "Bukake indeed! Alright, start running, so I can rip those clothes off you."

"Running..." Nin said half questioned expecting to be taken right then and there by the tendrils. wasn't this woman done playing games or was it because Nin had asked for a "Favor" It was feair to ask seeing what she seen. A nice cum bath would be relaxing... Did she seriously just ask for that... A moment of weakness but the silver haired slut was He face flushed she took a deep breath her looking at the tendrils who wanted to play i to get what she asked for. Though it would come with a punishment and her clothes being torn off. Still blushing over a hypocritical request she she took a breath and began to obey Natsuki's request for her to run. It was stupid its not like she wasn't going to get caught. Still her smooth legs churned in repeated motion aiming to not get caught. A part was screaming to faster, there was a chance to escape. There would be mo such luck. After all she was a slut being hunted by a strange but interesting woman.

It take much for the nymph to get back into the mood for sex, and her snatch was eagerly waiting to be played with once more.