The subtle pale glow of the computer screen would blanket the soft features of this young engrossed prodigy, hard at work on the latest line of coding for her latest invention's operating system. It had grown dark, without her having seemingly noticed. She hadn't even put on any lights, simply staring for hours on end at her screen while all details around her faded away. While blind, she had at her disposal an invention of her own creation, a sort of masquerade half mask with cameras in the white rounded eyes that could directly send pictures to her. In the end, this seeing aid would be the only thing preventing her from working all night, her single minded focus when she got wrapped up in a project conquering all other considerations, like how safe it was for her to be out here, in this room, at night, alone.

One in the morning, and a simple, recognisable beeping would alert Olivia to what little remained in her mask's battery. She'd blink, mentally, her eyes essentially closed at all times. Woah, she thought, glancing at the clock in the bottom right of her computer screen. She'd be the first to admit that she'd been working for far too long, but she nonetheless wanted to continue. Unfortunately, if the power on her seeing device cut out, there was no way she'd be able to carry on. It was only slightly annoying, but she had to resign herself to the fact that she needed to take a short break.

With what little time she had left in which to continue being able to see, the young woman would turn in her seat and fish out of the bag, hung on the back of her wheelchair, a long set of adapter cables made for USB ports. Plugging one end of the cable into her computer and the other into the side of her mask, she would reluctantly set her seeing device down to recharge. Being unable to see anything wasn't any bother to the young tech-genius, so the fact that she was sat in virtual darkness did little to worry her.

Tonight she'd be dressed conservatively, as always, in a long green skirt that reached down to her ankles, and a long-sleeved black blouse, which showed no cleavage whatsoever. At the very least, she at least some frills when it came to her underwear, a nice little, matching blue pair, but even with her expecting such articles to remain out of sight, she'd found herself pressing the limits of her embarrassment and modesty putting them on. Still, why shouldn't she have a little immodesty every now and then?

Having tied her hair back whilst she worked, Olivia would now reach back and pull her hair tie loose, allowing her long hair to flow free. She hadn't really realised how tired she was until she stopped working, but now that she had, she finds herself giving a quick, pinching, massage on the bridge of her nose. It was partially because that was where her seeing mask clipped on, and as such was now rather sore, but also the fact that she'd been at this straight for almost five hours.

Carefully, unable to see what she was doing, Olivia would reach out and feel for a can of energy drink, which she was sure still had something in it. Finally managing to find something amongst the forest of empty aluminium. with enough weight to it suggesting actual contents, the tired prodigy would carefully lean back in her chair and allow her tensed body to relax. Light and lines of coding still buzzing through her head, she would give her drink a small and thoughtful sip.

It had moved about the school, its hunting ground. The monster that fed off of women orgasmic energy never tired, never slept, but was always hungry. And the school was its prefect grounds to live upon. Even though there were other beast like it, it paid no heed and carried on. With its own intelligence growing with each prey it feeds off of, the monster knew how to hunt.


Keeping in a shape of a ball that rolled about the place, the monster made its way through the hallway. While itself couldn't 'see', it had an ability to sense when there were was prey close by. And at this point, it seemed that it could 'smell' a new target close by. Its body moving along to the doorway to the computer lab and noticed one person still in the classroom. Although it was aware of how early it was in the day it was, it still question as to why one was here.


Making its move, its ball shape started to deform and form into a snake it form as it slithered towards her from behind. Moving its body slowly upwards around the right side of her wheelchair, it slithered itself to fit in between itself within the opening of the wheel and moves to push itself onto her lap. Moving as though it was preparing to constrict her to chair she was sitting on.

The unsuspecting Olivia would give a long drawn out sigh as she allowed herself to relax. On her tongue the bubbles of her drink would fizz and pop before being swallowed and forced back down her gullet. Now that she wasn't hard at work, she could actually take a moment or two to savor the flavour, which had gone by unnoticed gulp after gulp before. Leaning forward a little, she would bow her head slightly, reaching up and rubbing the back of her neck. There would be so much tension there, but if she thought she was tense before, it would be nothing compared to how she'd be in a second.

An unbidden yelp would escape her dark, soft lips as she felt the foreign touch. Surprised and startled by whatever it was, she would quickly reach down with her left hand to whatever it was that had just slid across her lap. Whatever she closed her hands around, it had a smooth, and rounded texture, and continued to move across and around, through the grip of her hand.

"Wh-What?!"

The whole situation was quite alarming, and all her previous fatigue melted away instantly. Whilst she could feel whatever it was wrapping around her waist, trying to tie her back in her chair, in her panic she would fight to lean forward, and reach out towards her mask on the desk. With her left hand, she would continue to pull on whatever this thing was, trying to alleviate the pressure around her. Her right hand, though it moved quickly, would shake with fear as she reached out. Though she was suddenly caught unawares, her mind was clear thinking enough to know that if she could just reach out and get her mask, she could look down and see what was happening. Then maybe, she would have to pray, she would see that it was just something simple and unthreatening, nothing to be afraid of.

On the reaction of the girl, the monster somewhat started to increase in its speed in wrapping itself around her body. While it allowed her to struggle somewhat for the time as it had to move to get a good grip on her. Despite being held in her hand, it could slip through her grip keeping itself thin enough so it could move about easier. While it wrapped about three times around her, the force of the body started to increase and push her back into her chair.


The 'head' of the snake form started to move upwards as it finishes its coiling. Slowly rubbing against her neck and up to her cheek, it was making its move towards her mouth. While it had moved like this, smaller thin tendrils started to emerge from the rest of the body, wiggling about and pressing against underneath her shirt. As though it was playing against her skin.

Olivia's fingertips would briefly brush against the white porcelein of her seeing aid, nudging it just slightly before the strong constriction around her body pulled her back into her chair. For the briefest of moments she would continue to try in vain to reach with her mask with her right hand. However, as she began to feel a change in the movement of whatever was binding her, she would freeze, hesitating and taking a short, involuntary gasp.

Moving along her smooth, soft, caramel skin, she could feel this thing moving upwards, touching her with a gentle, almost caressing stroke. Unaware of the creature's exact intention, or even what was happening here, she'd hardly find herself reacting as if this were some sort of lover's touch, rather the fact that this thing was coiling itself around so close to her throat would her all the more on edge. When it somehow began to creep under her shirt also, the muscles of her abdomen would involuntarily quiver, sensitive to this light, almost ticklish touch. Of course, once she felt that, she'd only be driven to jump back into action.

Some part of her genius mind trying to stay calm and assess the situation, she'd immediately abandon her attempts to reach her mask and would quickly bring her right hand down to the controls of her wheelchair. Not quite thinking straight enough to know it wouldn't work, she would initially tilt the joystick forward. The armrests of her chair, already so close to the desk, would only jolt forward an inch or two before hitting the table and stopping. She would feel this thing sliding smoothly across her cheek and with an instinctive revolution, she'd find herself clenching her teeth whilst trying to pull her head away, leaning as far as she could away.

Spurred on by the creature's unrelenting advance across her body, her brilliant cerebral mind would demand and make a harsh reclaim of more of her brain's ability to think rationally. As such, a sudden spark of inspiration, and the young women, would quickly tilt her controls to the right. The whole chair steering sideways, she would notice that the movement becoming slower and more sluggish at the end of the turn, almost as if something was stuck in the wheels. A slight tug, minutely tightening her bounds for a brief moment, gave her the distinct impression that whatever had coiled around her, it'd managed to thread itself through the spokes of her chair's wheels.

Her right hand reaching up to try and grab whatever this thing was near her head, she'd find herself easily reaching over and plucking her mask off of its stand, with her left, having managed to dramatically increase her reach by moving sideways onto the desk. Moving hastily, this small triumph having managed to steady her slightly, and stop her hands from shaking, she'd quickly clip her seeing aid back on, her sight restored and thus immediately seeing clearly this strange creature that had ensnared her.

'What!? What the hell is this thing?' She'd think to herself.

Catching the prey within its grasp, the head simply continued to play against her face slightly as it moved towards her mouth. Extending upwards more as she had tried to move away, its head was slowly changing shape into that of an oval with the tip of it opening up like a mouth, with thin tiny tendrils coming from the base of the inside. With the head approaching her lips, the tendrils reaching outwards and attempts at forcing themselves in between.

Although with the wheel pressing down on its body after she had tried to move, the monster paid no mind as it didn't feel the pressure or anything that would stop its own movement. The main body that wrapped around her kept a tight grip. The tiny feelers that crawled up under her shirt begun to move more upwards, pressing against her bare skin the feelers made their way up to the bottom of her bra. The tentacles that made it pushed to move underneath.

Unable to move the 'eyes' of her sight around the same way other people could, Olivia's entire picture of what was happening would be limited by where she could point her head. However, with what little she could see, the young prodigy would find herself with a distinct dislike of where this was going. Right ahead of her, immediately in her sights the moment she had them, she'd manage to catch a glimpse of the head of something seemingly unnatural. Its oval shape and small, mouth like, opening would distinctly conjure up the image of something phallic, though either in her quiet panic, or her relative innocence she would fail to register the exact relevance and threat of it lingering so close to her head.

Regardless she'd only get the briefest of looks at it before the thing was back to rubbing itself upon her ever increasingly hot, smooth and flawless features. She could definitely feel now what its objective was, constantly trying to reach her lips, but in defiance she would toss her head, almost seemingly in annoyance to this things persistence. While she would now also do her best to grab and ward this thing away from her with both hand, the way it squirmed and slid meant that, despite her efforts, she could only earn herself the briefest and fleeting moments of reprieve. Still, with her moving her head around, it would be enough to give her a chance or two to glance at her surroundings and circumstances.

'Is it some kind of snake? Some weird, ugly snake,' she'd think in her ever unnerving panic. 'What is one supposed to do when attacked by a snake?' Her near eidetic memory, even in circumstances such as these, could provide her with a number of different solutions, but none of them particularly helpful. With that being the case, her mind would work quickly to try and devise some solutions of her own.

The sensation of her wheels juddering as she'd made her previous turn gave her one idea. If she slammed her chair into full reverse now, the creature may end being pulled off of her. However, despite her desperation, the fact that this thing was now firmly coiled around her made her realise that such a move might instead end with a painful, maybe even fatal constriction around her waist. Stabbing the creature with something then? She could probably get a pen off the table, if she was willing to spare a hand for a moment.

In amidst the struggle with this thing still 'caressing' her face, which filled her with all the more disgust, now that she’d seen a glimpse of it, Olivia would manage to catch a glance downward. The fact that her shirt had apparently been lifted, exposing her gorgeous, flat abs and belly button to the air would not have gone unnoticed. The ever rising molestation, and now visual confirmation of strange tendrils making their way across her skin definitely confirmed this was not a snake. She would not get to look long though, as she felt her swift look down place the strange ever constant presence of this thing dangerously close to the underside of her mask, one unpredictable flick from throwing the thing off to who knows where, at least certainly no where she could retrieve it in her current state.

Though it had not been long before this thing had started to make its attempt upon her mouth, the creature had seemingly become all the more capable of thwarting her attempts to struggle against it. No longer shaking her head in motions like that of a person trying to evade an errant wasp, the constant nearness this thing now had to claiming its prize, had her stubbornly shaking her head more like a uncooperative child with its food. Despite her usual attempts to remain calm, she’d started to let loose a muffled, desperate scream, through closed lips, a futile attempt to call out for help in this secluded and surely empty part of the campus. The situation becoming all the more dire every moment, Olivia would pointlessly attempt to wiggle and thrust her way out of her bounds

All of this would have a sudden shift to it as Olivia felt the steadily rising tendrils on her chest come to their inevitable destination. Feeling something large, warm and firm in the mix now, sliding under the front strap of her bra, she would now send one hand lunging down desperately to grasp shirt and underwear, trying in vain to fight this undressing. Higher up though, this would be all the distraction that was needed. A number of smaller tendrils, branching off the main head had infiltrated their way to Olivia’s dark, almost chocolate shaded lips. If she’d had them pressed tighter together, she might have stood a chance, but having been facing a much larger threat before then, a number of the thinner tendrils would find little difficulty worming their way in, already in her mouth before she could realise what was happening, and tighten her lips in an effort that was too little too late. The resulting attack would also result in her head being pressed back against her chair, her constant, unblinking camera vision now stuck staring ahead into the barely lit, but ultimately featureless darkness. Though her teeth would remain clenched, as long as possible, once the tendrils were passed her lips, it wouldn’t be hard for them to pry everything open, and then...

While the tendrils had found their way into her mouth, the monster made a bit of a struggle to force them deeper, moving about across the inside of her cheeks as though to search for a way to the back of her teeth. Which at the same time the 'head' pushes itself more roughly against her face as though to tighten its grip. It made sure that it couldn't be pulled despite her attempts.

The body that wrapped around her tighten as it could feel how she was trying to struggle to get it off. While it held on tightly it made sure to slowly changed its positioning which would allow it to move better underneath her clothing.

The small tendrils that worked their way underneath her bra moved about, her hand had only stalled them for a few seconds as it soon move around as though to try and go around. Stretching her shirt out a bit more as one of the tentacles that shifted up begun to try and wrap around her wrist despite being underneath her shirt. The other tendrils slides upwards and underneath and makes a move to curve around her right tit, circling around and moving towards her nipple.

Inside her mouth, despite her attempts to fight it, she could feel tendrils creeping across her gums, seeping into any little gap, whilst also finding their way to her back teeth. With nothing she could do to stop it, she knew that the creature would soon have the ability to pry open her mouth however it wanted and, with its head pressing against her lips, it was pretty obvious where it wanted to go. Still, until she got ahold of herself enough to try and do something that might actually be effective to stop it, she would continue to try with her one hand up there to pull the creature back.

Feeling something trying to hook around her wrist from inside her shirt, she would hurriedly pull away, worried by the thought of her arms becoming trapped as well. The creature also seemed to tighten its grip around her lap and lower waist, and unable to even wiggle her body there anymore, it seemed only all the more important that her hands remained free. Finally beginning to realise an actual intent behind this things movements, instead of this just being the random movements of some sort of strange animalistic creature, that just happened to be frightfully embarassing, if the way this thing was working to claw its way inside her mouth hadn't been clue enough, the way it now coiled a limb around one of her now braless breasts would certainly let her catch on. Feeling the molestation, a nipple starting to be teased, Olivia would only try to clench her teeth tighter, her other features beneath her mask scrunching up as well. However, she could already begin to feel pressure on the gums behind her back teeth.

There was some sensitivity there and, though she was feeling repulsed by what was happening to her, the gentle squeezing and massaging of her breast would start to produce a warmth and a tingling in her chest. It was so embarassing, she could feel a hot flush of shame heating up her whole body. A part of her was just so glad that nobody was around to witness this, though if there'd been someone around to help, she probably would have been even more relieved. The feeling of violation and fear would almost be enough to make her freeze up. However, to the point where it even began to hurt a little, not really able to bite down any harder than that, even with her fighting to keep her teeth clenched, she could already feel them beginning to part, an opening as wide as a finger already having been made. This being the case, despite the groping of her body, and how it made her shiver and tense up, she would reach out with her left hand, blindly searching for something with which to try and deter this creature, her head would still be pinned back. Just as she felt her mouth being pulled open entirely, she would manage to find not only one, but seemingly two pen shaped objects and, taking one in either hand, pushing down with her legs and thrusting up with her hips as hard as she could, she would stab downward at both of her sides, at the creature.

While the tendrils within her mouth struggled to slowly pry it open, there were hints of it succeeding as pushed the rest of its head closer as it was almost tightening its grip around the part of her face. From the base of its inner mouth, a thicker tentacle shaped like slug the size of fist emerge and begun to push in between her lips, pressing itself roughly against her teeth. Once her mouth opened just enough, it thrust itself inwards and basically jabs straight to the back of her throat.


The tip that made its way around her her nipple begun to tease it slightly with poking it before pushing it back and forth. Playing around enough for it to harden within its grasp, the tentacle transforming its tip into a mouth and begun its sucking on her nipple. With eagerness it tugs at it as though to receive a reaction from her. The other part of the mass started its way to her other breast, however moving to engulf it completely like a hand gripping it.


All the while she struggled. The monster really ignored her attempts for sometime, even ignoring once she gripped the pens. To it, the pens were of no threat to it. Even once she stabbed down onto it. The areas that were stabbed didn't travel, as the flesh seemed like a squishy substance it only absorbed the blow. However using this opportunity more of the monster pushed itself underneath her, as though to become the seat she was sitting on.

Her attempts to get this thing off of her, doing little more than give it the chance to slide itself underneath her behind, as this thing forced itself into her mouth, she would only become all the more frantic and desperate. This wasn't right, both her arms and legs were free, there should be something she could do to escape, right? The thing ramming itself in as wide as a fist, she could feel her jaw being locked open, forced even wider than she herself could have managed. Naturally, she would try to bite down, but it neither saw any results for her, nor would it do much to alleviate the increasingly painful sense of strain, as muscles and joints were pried apart. Stomach and all manner of muscles between there and her mouth would lurch, causing Olivia's abdomen to writhe and jolt. This thing was literally jamming itself into the back of her throat and the instinctual response was to gag. She couldn't breath. It hurt. She didn't like this.

Pens abandoned, flying from her grasp and clattering on the floor, she'd begin to panic now as her feet kicked and her hands came up to her face, nails trying to dig into the intruder that was so cruelly abusing her. She could feel this squishy thing beneath her rear now, like an unwanted, squirming cushion, but try as she might to rise up out of the chair, legs occasionally pressing down on her foot rest, trying to buck her hips away from this thing, there would be no getting away from it as she merely seemed to grind her posterior down into the mass.

The molestation of her breasts would hardly escape her notice as well, though the assault on her throat would be a tad bit more distracting. As her struggles weakened slightly, giving way to the hopelessness and the gradually setting in exhaustion, a hand would go down to grip and attempt to pry away the mouth like formation that'd begun to suckle a teat. In the end, her efforts would only serve to provide further stimulation, pulling lightly and tugging her breasts with the suction this creature provided giving it a seemingly unbreakable hold on her.

Strength starting to leave her, Olivia's legs would begin to slow and weaken, gently scraping the soles of her shoes back and forth as she continued to try and kick her way out of things, but had no power left with which to do so. A couple of coughing eruptions would see a spray of Olivia's saliva bursting out around the thing diving at her throat, as she continued to try and get some breathing going, finding herself only able to force air out of her body. Her hands would continue to try and claw at the thing in her mouth, though in the face of her gradually fading constitution her desperate flailings would see her hands randomly jumping up and down towards the armrests of her chair, sometimes gripping tightly there as she tried to endure the discomfort, sometimes doubling back at the last minute to continue the obviously hopeless attempts to free herself, merely gesturing her clenching hands down in the direction of where they would have found purchase. Once or twice she'd attempt to remove the things on her breasts, but likewise, it'd be to no avail. Despite her usually incredible strength, fortitude and force of will, she'd begin to feel a hot, burning tear rolling down her cheek, the assault on her throat already having her eyes watering from the very start.

The tentacle within her mouth that moved to the back of her throat somewhat shifted as it seems to try and find a better angle at thrusting inwards, despite being a large size in itself the tentacle forces it move about as though was trying to pry and aim downwards into her throat directly. However it doesn't try and push in at the moment, but it was leading to her that it intends on doing so. While the tentacle that held in her mouth for some time, it remained tightly unmoved by her attempts at pulling it out.

While sucking along her breast, the tentacles that were in the form of mouths pressed down a bit harder on as though it was getting a bit of more aggressive with her body. Tongues forming and wrapping about the entirety of her breast.

And with successfully being underneath her ontop of the cushion of her seat, the mass of flesh begun transform its body slowly. Extending upwards and wrapping around her waist as to take a good grip. Pulling down her dress a bit as a tentacle slowly slips down from behind inbetween her dress and panties.

A muffled cry was all that could be heard from the frightened, helpless, trapped girl as this thing pressed itself harder against her soft, ample breasts, kneading the mounds with a greater force and roughness. Her back arched and writhed slightly, but the bonds around her body were tight, preventing much in the way of movement. It wasn't painful... as such. Rather, the sensation was kind of... warm... and definately 'tingly' around her ever hardening teats. Actually, there was a sensation, like blushing, but spreading from her chest, upwards towards her face and notably downward towards her...

Once more, there'd be a wet splatter as Olivia tried to exhale around the enormous protrusion that'd forced its way into her mouth, her hot, moist saliva coating the length of the terrible shaft. A slight, strangled gurgle and, requiring immense effort on her part, she'd succeed in partially swallowing the pool of her own spit that'd begun to slide and gather in the back of her throat, her tongue unintentionally rising up to stroke and undulate against the underside of this thing. The whole discomfort and invasiveness of the situation there was in stark contrast to what was happening to her breasts.

She could feel the intruder adjusting its angle, pulling back very slightly, readying for some deeper, and horrifying assault. There was little she could do about that, but on the plus side though, tilting her head back a little more, it would appear that its movements, and hers, would finally allow her some breath and, managing to force some small, stuttered, staccato, gasps into her lungs, through her nose, she'd alleviate at least some of the burning, the room spinning a little less, her head pounding with a more moderate painful hammering that at least allowed her to regain some strength and ability to think.

More experienced woman (and some men) could probably handle the rougher, further reaching, deepthroating whilst somehow managing to get a steady inhale and exhale in there, though Olivia was far from being one of those such individuals. As it happened though, it appeared that her attacker was very much into forcing her to learn... quickly, as she would have to do if this kept up. She just couldn't get her airways to open up though and it was like a suffocating block was stuck in there. Her stomach and abdomen muscles were still lurching and her throat was still rioting and protesting, Olivia having to fight hard amidst the gagging as well as the physical sensation of trying to throw up, not from disgust, but as surely as if she'd stuffed her own fingers down her throat. If her vision wasn't governed by some cold digital things as 'cameras' and 'neural implants' her eyes would probably have been hazy and blurred over by the hot swelling and bountiful wells of tears gathered there, not entirely from distress, one should note, but also as the physiological response to such a choking.

New developments down below however, would have to see all of this pushed onto the back burner. Though Olivia would get to triumphantly see at least some progress in her ability to adapt to all this, managing to push a series of stronger, continuous, forceful bursts of air out of her nose in harsh, exhaling streams. That said, there would still be a certain amount of resistance and glottal stops as she tried to inhale in again. In the face of the new attempts to violate her, despite the shortage of breath, she'd let loose some muffled, hums of protests, beginning to shake her head as much as she could.

Having regained some small amount of her strength, Olivia's hands would fly from the arm rests where she'd been gripping tightly for the sake of endurance and, instinctively, she'd clutch at her dress as she felt it beginning to slip down. It seemed incomprehensible to her that there existed such a creature that, either by will or design, had the desire to invade every orifice she possessed, much less one so strange and inhuman, but she'd be determined not to allow this thing access to anymore of her body. As it happened, she had thus far had at least one experience with one of the island's many strange creatures, but at least Birch had been humanoid, and somewhat coherent in his ability to speak.

The creature that was attacking her was persistent, but this time she'd be adamant in her denial of this thing's further intrusion. One hand clasping tightly, to the waistband of her dress, the approach of this thing being from behind, she could hardly reach around to dislodge this thing completely. That said, it'd be under the fabric of her outer layer and over the smooth, silky and tight cloth of her undergarments that she'd feel this thing slither. Her panties provided little in the means of protection against the sensation of this thing running lightly over her more sensitive regions, and her body would flinch slightly, sex quivering as her knees tried to knock together. In response though, Olivia would reach forth with a counter of her own, a champion combatant to stand against this invasion. Her other hand reaching under her own dress, fingers would press hard against her body, over her underwear, until the tips of her digits met the bare tendril this thing had produced. There, she would fight to push this smaller thing out of the way, uprooting and displacing it before placing her hand squarely over her sex and pressing down hard over the orifice. No! That was the adamant message she had for this thing, as she tightly grasped her fingers together, and, as her feet now worked there was up to the side of the desk's drawer stack, heels finally coming down on top of the table, she would seemingly begin to climb in a new, renewed attempt to break free of this thing's grasp, the immobilised wheels of her chair beginning to shift, wobble and even lift slightly as sought to pull upwards out and away from this thing, trying now to straighten out her whole body.