Deep in the bowels of Shokushu lies a massive labyrinth of dark chambers. Torture chambers and experiments, but also more mundane basement rooms. One particular boiler room was the subject of observation one evening. It was cramped and tight, with the boiler's loud rumbling constant in the background. Rusty metal pipes, warm to the touch, criss-crossed the ceiling and walls. The occassional vent spurted out steam every few seconds. All in all the atmosphere was hot, dank, steamy and sticky.

"Feels just like home," Steel sneered.

He'd been exploring the school basement when he came across this room. Along with the box of restraints and toys he'd got his hands on, It looked like a perfect place to ambush some poor schoolgirl. Plenty of pipes to tie her to, in all sorts of different positions while he played with her over and over...

Now the only thing to do was trick a girl into coming down there. Steel hmmed for a minute or two, then left the box of toys behind and leapt into the shadows again. He zoomed through the hallways and found the signs on the walls that gave directions- and started casting little illusion spells on them. The signs that seemed to point the way to an exit now lead directly to his little chamber...

(Sorry it took so long!)

My chair's wheels squeaked as I rolled down the desolate hallway with it's uncanny bricks and endendingly smooth tiles. I pushed, and they creaked at me like old hinges. The rubber made sharp little squeals whenever I had to stop. Somehow, I had managed to end up alone. Alone at night. Alone, at night, in a wheelchair. A wheelchair that squeaked. For a variety of reasons I was distressed. I did not like to be alone, at night or otherwise. Not anymore. When I had first come to Shokushu I had hated the heat, but now I just hated the place entirely.

"You're imagining things. Perhaps you got some sort of tropical fever. The hallucinations from fever can be pretty bad." That was what I was first given as a exlanation for what had been doen to me. I had to admit that it sounded silly. Actually, it sounded plain nutty, which made me feel more than a bit worried about myself. And everytime a teacher rationalized away those horrible attacks, I felt a grain of doubt. I'd have dismissed it entirely if it wasn't for the acute pain in my guts, the lingering pains of my torn pussy. It had kept stinging for days now. My panties always turned out to have spots of blood. The teachers jsut said the same thing, and I was forced between doubt and terror.

In short, I felt rather like I was going mad.

It was not enough that I was away from the home I had loved. Not enough, even, that I was crippled. No, I had to be raped. Vigorously, and in ways I flatly refused to remember, let alone recount. The images flitted behind my eyes when I closed them and when I slept, forcing me to ignore them more decidedly. And now, on top of it all, I was alone. At night. In a wheelchair. A wheelchair that creaked. I wicned with every raucous shriek of the wheels, afraid that something horrible would loom up from the shadows, alerted to my presence by the sound. Mein Gott, mein gott.....my heart pounded, but nothing happened. I wiped sweat from my brow. What could I do? I wheeled on.

Finally, I found the signs and breathed a tentative sigh of relief. Running my fingers through my hair, I surveyed the posting and headed in the direction of my dorm. All I wanted was sleep. I was sure I was too tired for nightmares, and my bed was, of all places, safe. It occured to me that I was beign irrational, acting so frightened in the face of something I could not even readily admit existed. Stubbornly, my fear persisted, and I wheeled faster down the hall, following the directions given with all my might.

(hey, no sweat! good to see you back.)

Once the illusions were all placed, Steel sped through the shadows in the blink of an eye and reformed within the boiler room again. Now came the part he hated most- waiting. It was at least twenty minutes before the bored demon finally heard something coming. But the metallic squeaking wasn't what he'd expected at all. "The hell is that noise? I want a schoolgirl, not a windup toy," he muttered, dropping into the darkness again and sneaking out into the hall.

What he finally saw was much closer to what he'd been thinking of. A curvy little brunette in a wheelchair, huh? Not bad at all. Nice tits, too. This could potentially be lots of fun. And hopefully this girl wouldn't be some trained fighter like half the damn girls on the island seemed to be. Well, whatever. He was going to have her no matter what, he'd just rather not get hurt doing it.

The signs still pointed directly at the boiler room. The door was hanging open, but as soon as Kathryn rolled in, it creaked and slammed shut with a heavy looking latch falling and locking it tight. Steel lowered his hand from the spell he'd just cast to lock the door and smirked, giving the girl a minute to realize what was going on. He was visible at the side of the room, leaning against the wall with his wings tight at his sides. The pale-skinned demon waited with dark amusement for Kathryn to notice him.

Steel grinned as the girl started panicking and started to walk toward her slowly, getting a better look at her on the way. The heat was making her start to sweat and her skimpy uniform was sticking to her skin. His illusion had broken apart and she was seeing the real boiler room she was trapped in. Oh, he could tell already that this girl was going to be fun. Hopefully she'd struggle and try to fight him every step of the way, even after he tied her spread-eagle to the pipes and... well, he was getting ahead of himself.

"What's the matter?" the pale demon said aloud to finally get Kathryn's attention. "Lost? Poor girl." There was a distinct mocking tone to his voice as he stood before her. "Maybe I can... help you." Despite the heat in the room the winged figure wasn't sweating a bit. He seemed perfectly comfortable and far too happy to see Kathryn there...