263 had an excellent memory for the girls it had raped in the past. One of the benefits of being a hive-mind of basically infinite cells was that it could spend a lot of brain mass storing such recollections. It had a growing mental list of girls it had taken in the past, and some of those girls it liked enough to seek out again... and again, and again. Much to 263's delight, they never seemed to get used to it's thick, muscular tentacles reaching out and grabbing them, stimulating them, and cramming themselves into their most private places. Every encounter was new and organic, filled with fresh screams and moans, fear and lust and all the kinds of gratification raktar lived for.

The dorms made for excellent repeat visits. Not only were many of the girls rounded up into easily found groups, but access was basically free, thanks to the careful designed considerations that ensured basically no security for any of the occupants. Windows could be opened from the outside, or easily broken through. Door locks only kept out human interlopers. A nightly curfew minimized the risk of a roving monster being seen by anyone other than his visitor, and sound-proofed walls meant no one would suspect a thing as their neighbor was brutally raped just next door. And for monsters like 263, the extensive sewer pipes and air ducts were a highway for tentacles and other appendages to go seeking fresh prey.

Prey was easily found in the dorms, and so 263 visited them most nights. At least, one of its bodies did. Sometimes several. Tonight, one of its bodies was prowling around Vanessa's dorm, sending its tentacles probing through the structure, looking for appropriate victims. Its mind touched against the minds of the girls nearby, probing for just the right subject for a nightly fuck.

In the safety of her own dorm, Vanessa was able to wear her knightly uniform as much as she wanted. In truth, Vanessa enjoyed putting on the various armaments and studying in them. Part of her liked being a knight, and part of her wanted to believe that monsters wouldn't attack her if she so hard to strip.

The redhead girl twirled a pen around using her white gloved hands. She was sitting at her desk. The room was fairly dark, except for the gentle light of the study lamp. The girl's room was neat and organized. Her bed had an assortment of pillows, suggesting that Vanessa liked to cuddle up with those pillows at night. She had no roommate. Hilda was her last roommate, and had moved out to dorm with other friends. Vanessa didn't mind having a room to herself. In fact, she enjoyed it. In front of her was a list of body parts she needed to memorize for an exam. The girl gently kicked the air with her feet as she continued to silently study. She reached for a cup of water and began to drink some. Particles of water trickled down from her lips to her chin, though the knight didn't seem to notice, nor care.

263 scanned the minds of each girl it passed by as its tentacles snaked through the vents. Most were girls it had never seen before. Some were familiar, having been raped once or twice before. 263 was in the mood for revisiting one of them, but each was out of reach or just didn't strike it as right for one reason or another. It was halfway through the building and considering testing its luck at another dorm when it came near Vanessa's room.

The tentacles immediately slowed as it saw her mind. It remembered her. They had met in some room underground - a room that 263 had fucked numerous girls in. This girl had struggled and fought at first, but soon she'd been begging to be raped by its tentacles. It had seen her other encounters - raped by other monsters, and even another girl. Much sexual energy flowed through this redheaded young woman. 263 could have fun with that. But first, it was only proper to reintroduce itself. Deciding to forgo stealth for once, its tentacles turned towards the vent and rushed forward, forcing the grating to swing away with a loud "clang" as its tentacles surged out of the wall.

She artfully stuck her tongue out as she began to re-write her notes. The girl was busy at her work when a sudden chill was sent down her spine. She felt as though something was off... as if something was watching her. The feeling itself was hard to get rid of, especially with all the experiences that the redheaded girl had to go through. "Huh?" Vanessa looked up around her room. It was as if she heard something shifting through the walls, eagerly wanting to reach her. One thing that the crimson-haired girl learned was that it was okay to be paranoid. She would rather be scared of a monster than have it attack her outright. She dropped the pen and immediately pulled out a drawer from her desk. Underneath piles of loose leaf sheets of paper was a small flip knife. The girl managed to smuggle it into Shokushu, and hid it from the faculty. Luckily, it came in handy when deal with monsters.

Vanessa flipped the knife open and held it lowly near her thigh. She still remained seated in her seat. Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the vents. Turning her way towards it, Vanessa spotted various tentacles sprawling out. "W-what?!" Because Vanessa had lost her memory of her last encounter with the monster, she didn't know this was actually her second time facing the monster. She lunged at the tentacle monster, hoping to slice off its appendages before it could fully manifest itself in her room.

The arc of her blade caught one of the tentacles full force, embedding the knife in its thick shaft. It squirmed and reeled, releasing a short squirt of yellow liquid as it flailed backwards, but the knife didn't cut all the way through. Worse, Vanessa's movements and attack had alerted the other tentacles to her exact position. No sooner had she struck than six more tentacles lunged out at her, flying towards her. Even the tentacle she had cut seemed to tighten around the knife, making it harder for her to withdraw it. The tentacles struck her with enough force to send her tumbling backwards. As they did, more tentacles slithered from the vent, crawling along the walls and covering the door, blocking her escape. Another tentacle emerged, this one ending in a yellow, slitted eye that looked down on her, unblinking.

Suddenly, there was a voice in Vanessa's mind, slow and ponderous and gravely. "Nice. To. See. You. Again." it said, as if it were choosing each word as it spoke.

A second of accomplishment had filled Vanessa's mind. The girl continued twisting the weapon into the squirming tentacle. As she jerked it into the tentacle, she found something strange... it was getting harder to carve through it. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted more tentacles emerging from the vents. Rather than remain a sitting duck, the redhead reluctantly let go of her weapon and leaped backwards. Six tentacles spiraled towards where she was moments ago. The crimson-haired girl immediately looked around the room, only to see it become encased in tentacles. It had covered nearly every area of escape, though Vanessa was sure that even if she tried to escape, she'd have to fight the monster eventually. Adrenaline began to flow through her. She immediately reached for her desk to pull out a stapler. She tugged at the ends until the lock on the stapler opened, allowing her to use it as another weapon. Vanessa began to withdraw to the middle of the room with the stapler firmly held in both hands. She pointed the weapon out threateningly at the spawn of tentacles.

It was then that an eye emerged from the socket, as if speaking to the redhead. The voice came from no particular area other than inside her head. Though she felt fear, Vanessa was no dunce. "Again?" She asked in an accusing tone. Vanessa had kept a log of the monsters which attacked her. She had never cataloged the tentacle monster before. Did the monster mistake her for someone else? Did she lose her memory?

While her attention was mainly drawn towards the eye, she kept glancing behind her at the tentacles. If Vanessa was to move, now would be the time. "What do you mean... again?" Vanessa wouldn't give the monster much time to answer, as she lunged at the monster's eyes, hoping to impale a metal staple into its eye.

The tentacles diving towards her sailed harmlessly through the air, but quickly recovered and withdrew to a waiting distance. Several more joined them, and they hovered patiently in the air, pointing towards her like spears at the ready. The eye watched her movements carefully. 263 had to resist laughing as the girl retrieved the stapler from her desk. Ah, how amusing the desperate gambits of girls trying to escape their fate were. It could have rushed her right then, with little concern for the "weapon" she held in her hands, but it decided not to be hasty. Fear and adrenaline made such lovely additions to sex. Better to let them both grow for a time.

That time didn't last long. The girl spoke, claiming not to know it, but the talk was a ruse. Even before she lunged, 263 knew she would. It could see it in her mind. It let her get past the first line of tentacles, her attack lunging for its eye. But as her stapler was about to strike, more tentacles emerged from the vent, surrounding the eye. The stapler drove its shot into a thick tentacle shaft, creating an annoyance 263 barely even recognized. As one tentacle took the attack, the others surged forward to wrap around her wrists.

Even as she attacked, the monster spoke to her. "We. Have. Met. Before. ... Surely. You. Remember." It wasn't uncommon for girls to try and deny their previous attacks. 263 rather enjoyed it when they did. It was ever so much fun to remind them. It reached deeper into Vanessa's mind to probe the memories of their time in the basement... and was unable to find any trace of them.

Ember eyes widened as the eye had suddenly disappeared from her line of sight. No, it wasn't that the eye disappeared. Tentacles had flooded outwards from the vents and protected the eye. The small stapler was shoved harmlessly into one of the tentacles. "Tch..." The knight gritted her teeth. If this monster's eye was as sensitive as a human eye, a staple surely would've hurt it. But the tentacle monster clearly wasn't going to let the knight try. A grunt escaped her lips. She tried to pull back. Her warrior instincts told her that the tentacle monster would counter-attack her. She turned her head, but before the redhead could escape, something slimy curled around her wrists. Vanessa tugged her arms, trying to break free. Her heart raced and her feet grew cold with fear. "L-Let go!" She growled. The redhead didn't meet this tentacle monster. She was sure of it. But it meant that this monster had some useful information, and Vanessa had to pry it from this tentacle monster. Her eyes glanced around the room. She gasped in horror as her personal room soon transformed before her until it was nothing like it was before. Pink tentacles curled around all parts, encasing the girl inside. Though she knew in her heart it probably meant her defeat, Vanessa continued to struggle. It was all she could do. The knight would never admit that she liked monsters doing dirty things to her. So, she had to fight back. She did it for her humanity. For her sanity.

Vanessa leaned forward and tried to bite the tentacles on her wrists. Teeth sank into the pink flesh.

263 barely felt Vanessa's bite. It's tentacles were tough and entirely muscle, and her teeth barely made a dent in the thick flesh. Its eye once again regarded her, finding her sufficiently restricted. It looked up and down her curvacious body approvingly, as its tentacles slowly began to approach her. Once more, it looked into her mind, trying to spark the memories of their last encounter, but once again, it found nothing to spark. Nothing hidden or denied, or even repressed. Her mind was free of any thoughts or recollections about it. How strange, it had to concede. Still, there was some fun to be had in this situation.

"You. Have. No. Memories. Of. Your. Rape," The monster said ponderously. "But. I. Do." Sounds of flesh sliding over flesh began to fill her mind, and when next a voice spoke in her mind, it was Vanessa's own. "N-no... don't look! It's embarrassing..." A perfect imitation of her said. She could hear her own panting, growing louder. "N-noooo... I hate tentacle! Disgusting! Atrocious!" The girl's panting became more lustful, despite her protesting. The tentacles crawled along the ground, slowly and unhurriedly, almost at her feet now.

Vanessa didn't care if the tentacle monster wasn't harmed by her teeth. She continued digging her teeth into its flesh in hopes that it'd eventually withdraw. Her teeth grew sore with each second until she was forced to break contact with tentacle. The redhead gasped once she withdrew her fangs from the monster. "N-no way...!" The crimson-haired girl cried when she saw it had no effect. She tugged with her arms in an attempt to free her wrists. "Dang it, dang it, dang it!" The girl didn't understand what the monster was talking about. She bent her knees to get more leverage. Still, the tentacles began to spiral towards her. "I won't admit defeat! Free me at once!" The knight demanded. Then, she could hear something in her head. Though she didn't have any images, she could hear her own resisting voice calling out in the darkness. The sound of shifting tentacles was similar to the one that she heard even now. "W-what...?" Vanessa was surprised to hear herself. From shock, she stopped resisting, even if for a moment.

"W-what are you trying to tell me...?" Vanessa winced, closing one eye.

263 chuckled as she struggled, a low, guttural sound, mocking her pathetic attempts at self-preservation. "Defeat. Is. All. There. Is. For. You." It taunted her, as a tentacle lifted off the ground and wrapped around her waist. The strength behind it could have easily lifted her off the ground, though it seemed content to merely hold her in place for the moment. The tentacles slithering across the ground reached her feet, and began to slowly crawl up her legs. Their flesh was firm and warm, not unlike a number of monster penises the girl may have experienced over her time on the island.

The monster would have smiled at her shock. "It. Is. As. I. Said," it told her. "We. Have. Met. Before. ... Yet. You. Were. Not. So. Reluctant. Then."

Once again, Vanessa's own voice rang in her ears. But this time her tone had changed. "Mhmm.... aaaahh... W-what are you waiting for?" the voice demanded, frantic with passion. "Plunge into me. I need it."

A cold shiver was sent down her spine when the tentacle curled around her hips. It was as if her body was remembering something that she herself couldn't remember. For some reason, the knight felt comfortable in the tentacle's grasp. She unconsciously leaned forward, towards the beast. The girl had her knightly armor on, though she could somewhat tell the soft texture of the tentacles coiling up her legs, like a snake. Fingers curled into fists as voices entered into her head again. Was that her voice? The crimson-haired girl bit her tongue. "I... need it? What did I need?" The redhead looked up at the monster with concerned eyes. "What? What was I looking for? Tell me!" Vanessa demanded to know, despite how vulnerable the knight was.

Such a simple girl, the monster thought. She couldn't see the truth that was right in front of her. It sneered as its tentacles crawled further up her legs, to her hips, and began to slither over her rump underneath her skirt. "You. Needed. To. Be. Fucked," it told her as the tentacles began to caress her. "You. Want. To. Be. Raped. ... Your. Body. Craves. It." More tentacles floated through the air towards her, and hooked into her cleavage. With a swift tug, one of them tore away the front of her blouse as if it were paper. The tentacles around her squirmed excitedly, clearly eager to reunite with Vanessa's body.

She didn't want to hear it. Vanessa didn't want to think that she begged a monster to rape her. The very thought of it filled the young girl with dread. Her tender body quivered in the tentacles' grasp, powerless as it continued to wrap around her heavenly form like a coiling snake. She didn't want to admit it, but she could feel her nipples stiffen underneath her clothing as the tentacles curled up around her legs. It was something a man could not do... and made her feel safe. The redhead watched as tentacles danced upward on her body, only to grope her firm, athletic ass from behind. Even with her panties still covering it, she could make out the soft appendage coiling around one of her ass cheeks. The girl's cheeks flushed red as she looked back at the singular eye. It stared at her without so much of a blink. She wasn't too sure why, but it suddenly became harder to breathe in the room. Every breath that escaped her lips became more hoarse.

Vanessa broke eye contact with the tentacle monster's eyes, and scanned her room. It was completely infested with tentacles. There was no way to escape. She looked back in time to notice a tentacle lashing out at her chest. "N-no!!" Vanessa cried out as a tentacle ripped through her clothing just enough for her breasts to pop out. However, the tentacle monster was not yet rewarded with the sight of her hard nipples. She still had her bra on, which held her large bosom in place. She began to grind her teeth as tentacles swirled around her. Ah, yes, this was a familiar feeling. The redhead didn't remember it exactly, but she began to experience deja vu as the events unfolded.

"P-Please... don't do this to me..." She pleaded with the tentacle monster. Fingernails began to dig into the soft tentacles.

The monster chuckled in her mind as its tentacles continued to crawl along her body, indifferent to her pleas. A tendril rose up between her legs, slowly lifting its head up and up, until it pushed against her crotch. Even through the fabric of her panties, it could feel the shape of her sex, slightly damp and pressed close against her underwear. The last tentacle to penetrate her had simply pushed itself inside her, clothing and all, but this time, the creature decided to be more delicate about it. The tentacle bent to the side, and began to slither back and forth, rubbing the side of its shaft over her panties, against her mound. It could feel her muscles twitch against its touch as it began to rub her sensitive nethers with its firm, muscular form. It watched her mind, felt her body's reactions to its touch.

"If. You. Don't. Want. This. Why. Does. Your. Body. Crave. It?" 263 teased her as it played with her body openly. The tentacles around her chest began to coil around her breasts, squeezing her bountiful mounds gleefully. One tentacle prodded the area where her nipple hid beneath her bra, noting how the hard nub poked back even through the padded fabric. It seemed the girl's body remembered its touch, even if her mind didn't. Or maybe not. Maybe she really did just crave it what it was going to do to her. It could easily find out.

Another memory flooded the girl's mind. This time, there was an image with the sound. She was in an empty room, swarming in tentacles that wrapped around her body, holding her aloft. Her arms and legs were held outstretched. She moaned and cried out as a tentacle filled her pussy, stretching it wide. The draw-strings of her bikini bottom stuck out of her entrance where the tentacle penetrated her. "This. Is. What. You. Want," The voice told her matter-of-factly.