Tempest was bored. It had been some time since he broke Fenris in the basement. Punishing her for Whisperer's fall had been cathartic at first, but now the victory was hollow. The other girls involved in the hunter's corruption were nowhere to be found. They had escaped during one of his long torpors.

He was coming out of one of those unexplained dormant periods now, though apathy was already setting in. He couldn't even bother working up a proper feeding. Drifting through the campus just under the surface of reality, he spread his invisible, intangible tentacles wide and gleaned sustenance from the girls that unknowingly walked through them. Wherever a student stumbled for no reason or felt a sudden tingle of the spine, he was there, quielty siphoning some of their nervous impusles.

Suddenly Tempest felt something impossible. One of the students that brushed his tendrils had been marked. A specific and familiar psychic scent emanated from her spirit. Whisperer had recently fed on her! It couldn't be. The dead don't feed. The psychic alien perked up at the advent of such a conundrum. Surely, it was impossible! But if Whisperer was alive . . . He needed to investigate; to see how this girl had come in contact with the Corrupted and possibly show her what it is to truly be prey for the Unseen.

Tempest focused in on this remarkable girl. Woman would be more apt. She was clearly older than most on the island, though no less delicious. Her silver hair was quite striking; and unusual, even for this place that often stocked the most exotic human morsels. She carried herself with a aire of dignity and authority, and others deferred to her passage. Tempest deftly probed her mind. He found it wide open to his touch, like something was inviting him in. It wasn't the girl herself, he was sure. She was wide alert and fully cognizant of the dangers of this island. No, something else was guiding him past her defences, though what it was remained elusive. No matter, he'd discover what it was eventually.

Vera Matsumoto: her name was easily discovered. A Head Girl. Really the Head Girl as her peers were all generally missing. Curious. She knew the truth about the school. Not just that there were monsters here, but that the monsters were the point of the whole charade. She knew she was meant to be prey and a slave, but she supported the system, just for a tiny bit of authority over the other girls. Pathetic.

The Head Girl's mind was filled with images of sweeping waves and cooling breezes. She was headed to the beach for a swim. A bit of exercise squeezed into a busy day. Good. Tempest focused on the spot he saw in her mind and went there. Several other students were lounging on the sand or playing in the water nearby. Not that any could detect his arrival just below the plane of their reality. Still, their presence was of little consequence. Tempest had ways of remaining undetected, even while engaged with a target.

The psychic alien settled in to wait for Vera's arrival, lurking just below the surface of space-time. He idly tickled at a nearby girl's legs with an unseen appendage, making her shift uncomfortably and devouring the energy her movements generated. It mader her reactions slow and sluggish, as though she were drousing under the warmth of the sun. She sighed with irritation but settled back in her lounging pose, completely unaware of the monster causing her discomfort.

As read in the woman's mind, Vera was heading to the beach. She was required to perform sessions of exercise to ensure she kept fit and maintain her lovely figure. Whatever the intention or purpose of the staff or Headmasters, the Head Girl had no issues with these moments of recreation. The woman had worked out in the gym from time to time. But, her preferred activity was swimming. Usually, this was done in the indoor pool. When there was time and the weather was nice, she would try and pay the beach a visit instead.

The Head Girl walked with a purpose to her tower suite. She changed out of her usual well kept uniform and into a one piece navy blue swimsuit, the assigned swim uniform of Shokushu. Much like all assigned attire, the swimsuit hugged Vera's features like a glove. Full breasts stood proudly with her nipples poking through the thin material. She kept her light blue sash loosely around her waist and gathered a few other beach essentials in a bag before heading back down to ground floor. She informed the front desk where she would be if she was needed by anyone. With that, Vera headed off to the sandy beaches Shokushu was known for.

Vera arrived to find some students were out and about. Her eyes scanned over what she could see, checking for any rule violations before moving on. She layed out a towel on the beach and played her bag down. She sat down and began rubbing sunscreen on her exposed skin. Her fair skin shinned with the lotion while the salty breeze brushed through her long silver hair.

She rose to her feet afterwards, stretching slowly before stepping towards the gentle waves of the ocean. The water was cool, contrasting the hot rays of the sun. Vera stepped out deeper. The open beach gave her plenty of room to avoid the noisy emotions of the other students. She did not care if any saw her or stared. The Head Girl soon dipped her head into the water before rising back to the surface, soaking herself in the cool refreshing waters.

The girl Tempest had been playing with moved away, complaining about 'bugs'. She left without ever realizing she had been a snack for a hungry beast. He was a creature that could attack so quietly even the victim was unaware. Still, such fare was bland, almost tasteless. The girl had been an idle distraction, really. But now his real prey had arrived.

Tempest took note of the regulation swimwear. Vera's adherence to rules and procedure was interesting; quite befitting a Head Girl he concluded. At any rate, the most daring two-piece could hardly have been more revealing as the navy blue fabric seemed to be practically painted on. She really was quite a lovely specimen, he could see why Whisperer had favored her. No. The Fool had probably seen something else in this woman, something 'special'. Perhaps it had something to do with that elusive presence that let him into her mind so easily.

The psychic alien scanned Vera again as she sat applying her sunscreen. Her mind was still open to him, like he had the keys to a backdoor. Yet, some things remained hidden as well: he had not noticed her empathic ability before, though such a rudimentary ability should have been easy to sense. He wondered what else was being hidden from him. Again, it wasn't the girl doing this. The strongest human minds couldn't hide something like empathy from him for even a short time. Whisperer must have done something to her; protected her - Maybe even hidden something in her. Tempest's connection with the Fool must have let him sense and partially access it!

Now that he knew it was there, Tempest had to find this mysterious thing, whatever it was. If Whisperer valued it, he would possess it or destroy it. He would most certainly possess the girl whose mind it resided in. The invisible living storm follwed Vera as she waded into the sea. His focus was on her mind, however. He searched the open depths of her psyche. He was an intruder, but one with all the keys and passcodes. And he was skilled at such infiltration. Vera would surely never know he was there until it was too late. Though the scent was elusive and the pathway convoluted, Tempest tracked it to its point of origin. There, in the deepest recesses of the girls's subconscious memory was a sealed engram. The obviously foreign structure reeked of Whisperer. Tempest examined it closely and found it locked. It required a combination tied in to Vera's psychological state - one that did not match what she was currently experiencing. Time to test the waters, so to speak.

Though he could interact with his prey undetected by others, Tempest still decided to lure her farther from the other students. Using his psychic lure, he placed the image in her mind of a student swimming out farther than the rest. Alone and just beyond the safety bouy (a clear violation), she seemed to be having trouble. Vera was the closest to her, not that anyone else seemed to be paying any attention. Tempest prepared to follow in the Head Girl's wake, providing she took the bait. If not, he would have to try a more direct approach.

It did not appear that Vera was aware of the psychic invasion into her mind. The door of her psyche were left wide open, locks unlocked. She continued to swim, unaware of her mental stalker.

Vera broke the surface of the water once more. Her body arched as hands pulled back her long silver hair behind her shoulders. The Head Girl blinked and noticed a figure out beyond the safety buoy. It was unknown if the student was being attacked or not. It would not be long before sensors detected the violation and a boat was deployed. Such precautions were required to ensure no students were lost due to negligence. Every student lost is one less slave for the auctions.

But, she was the closest to the scene. The Head Girl took a breath and began swimming out towards the struggling student. Vera was a strong swimmer and had no issues swimming out that far and back if necessary. The currents were thankfully not strong enough to drag her away from shore. Unfortunately for her, she did not know this was just a fabrication in her mind. If anyone saw her, they would just see the silver haired woman swimming away from shore for no apparent reason beyond perhaps some additional exercise.

Tempest hadn't known about any automatic safety protocols for this sort of thing. It was a rookie mistake, but Vera fell for the ruse anyway. No doubt the mild compulsion his lure produced had influenced her decision. Regardless, the prey was on the move and the hunter followed. While she swam though the water, he swam through the ether behind her. But while her progress was marked by ripples and splashes, his left none; no sign of his presence in reality at all.

As the Head Girl neared the bouy, she could see the illusory girl flounder badly. A vaguely familiar voice called for help before her head disappeared beneath the waves. Still no one else had taken notice, nor was there any sign of a rescue boat. The girl's safety was up to Vera, but if she dove to help her, she would find nothing but a massive ball of blue-white electricity waiting for her. Despite his appearance, Tempest's body was mostly a psychic manifestation, much like Whipserer's flames, so the water was neither help nor hindrance to him. It did nothing to slow his attack as he grabbed at her with tentacles of lightning, planning to pull her back into the ether with him. The tendrils would tingle energetically but not painfully against flesh, ignoring Vera's swimsuit entirely.

There were multiple means to ensure students did not wander to where they should not and that included swimming out to sea in some sort of fruitless attempt to escape. Still, it was trivial to manipulate the Head Girl. The Asian woman saw the student fall under the surface of the water. She truly thought this girl was a fool. The least this student could do was try and grab hold of the buoy until help arrived.

Vera dove after the mirage only to come see the crackling storm waiting for her under water. There was no time to search for the other girl as tendrils had already lashed out and grappled with the Head Girl. She gurgled out a cry of alarm. It all happened so fast. Before she knew what was happening, Vera was pulled into the mass of crackling energy. Lungs burned briefly until she was pulled entirely into the being, only then did she find herself able to breathe once more. The Head Girl coughed up some sea water as she feebly struggled with the energized tendrils.

Seizing the surprised girl, Tempest pulled her into him and through him. The two of them transitioned into the ethereal plane - the space between spaces. A mist-veiled reflection of reality greeted them; one which Vera should find quite familiar, given the taste of it Whisperer had arranged during their first meeting. The only difference was a significant reduction in the pull of the Void. The simulation Whisperer had created was based on his own experience as a disembodied spirit, which was much more susceptible to such.

Though Tempest and his prey were still both underwater, the laws of the ethereal plane were different. Thus the girl could breathe normally and, if she wasn't currently tangled in a skein of electrical tentacles would have fallen to the sea-floor as though the water weren't there. The monster gave the girl a moment to cough out the seawater she had inhaled before the transition. Her struggles were so feeble he didn't even bother devouring her nervous signals, they would have provided no sustenance.

Hello, Vera, Tempest sent at last. Though his psychic voice was similar to Whisperer's, it crackled slightly with electricity and spoke at a normal 'volume'. You have something I want. He re-wove the tentacles around the girl, pulling her spread-eagle. He readily devoured the nervous energy she might use to resist, making her body unnaturally pliable to him.

Oh, yes; this too. Anticipating her immediate assumption, he slapped a tedril against her sex, giving her a slight jolt of electricity. But what I really want is in your mind. I know you don't know what I'm talking about. Whisperer must have put it there during the experiment. But your memories on the latter part of that are hazy at best.

Balls of sparks crawled like tiny electric spiders over the girl's flesh, ignoring her swimsuit as they followed the fields of her body's nervous system. The light charge they carried wasn't strong enough to cause pain, though it wasn't specifically designed for pleasure either. Tempest could directly engage the nerves for either of those sensations (and many others) if he chose, but for now, he was just feeling Vera for his own benefit, mapping out her body's sensitive spots.

Vera's vision cleared as she could breathe again. She saw the mass of crackling energy that 'spoke' inside her head. It was another psychic monster. "Nngh!" Her limbs were yanked outwards, holding in the middle of this ethereal realm. She found herself sagging in her bonds. It was as if she were a puppet without strings. She could still feel her limbs but could not summon any strength to them to make them move.

"Ahhh!" Her sex was jolted with electricity, causing her entire body to twitch before sagging once more. "L-Let me go," the silver haired Head Girl demanded, "I want nothing to do with that monster or you for that matter."

The woman had no clue what Whisperer put in her head. Her body shivered as electric sensations rippled over her. Her swimsuit did not seem to hinder these currents at all. She tried to struggle but her body did nothing but shiver and jolt from the light shocks she felt from the tentacles. Remembering some of what Whisperer put her through, she was not expecting much better from this alien being. She tried to steel her resolve, unaware that Whisperer left all the doors open inside her mind or that this creature was already inside and moving freely.

You want . . . I don't recall addressing what you want. Tempest sent with contempt. You're almost inconsequential, really; except that Whisperer decided to leave you a gift. He must have thought you were special. I'll remind you that you're not.

The girl's attempts at struggle were delicious. The prey seldom understood that the harder they fought, the more sustencance they provided. He hungrily absorbed the conscious signals she sent to her limbs, keeping her from doing more than twitch and squirm. The attempt she made ot shut him out of her mind was almost cute. He thought he'd made it more than clear he was already inside by referring to her memories. But then, she was only human. Still the increase in neural energy was something else he could feed on.

Well, I suppose I can admit you're at least going to make a descent meal. Tempest recanted mentally. Once seasoned properly. He ran a light shock throughout Vera's body, arcing it between the tentacles holding her aloft. It was carefully formulated to bring pain but no harm. He was just tenderizing the meat.

While he did that, he continued to search through her mind. Her empathy had been hidden from him, what else might there be? He feared he was going to have to break down some walls. Even as Tempest's physical shocks tortured the girl's body, he spread his mental tendrils out through her mind's structure. The psychic appendages dug at the foundations of her mind, searching for weak spots and hidden chambers. There was something not quite right about this situation. Still, the psychic cutting and drilling sensations would drive home to the girl just how helpless she was.

Despite the pain he relished in causing, Tempest was careful not to cause too much damage to Vera's mind. He needed it intact to open the sealed gift, for one thing. For another, he didn't want her slipping away too early. Plus it was bad for to leave the prey a permanently drooling mess.

Eventually, Tempest located another hidden area. Magic. He should have guessed. Whisperer always was drawn to the mystically inclined. Still, there was little here of consequence. Nothing like Fenris' jadefire; the effect of which still lingered within his core. Tempest hated magic users. Tied to Vera's knowledge of magic, Tempest found a cloaked memory. It seemed recently accessed, though he hadn't sensed it in her conscious thoughts. Somehow her little flame dousing trick had turned Whisperer into a raging thing of dark flames.

Ha! There may be hope for him yet. Tempest sent after concluding his search and letting the current drain from Vera's body. He replayed that memory for her, relishing in the dread it must carry. The gift must have something to do with this. Now how would he go about using that to open the sealed engram?

However fruitless, the silver haired woman was not about to just sit and allow this monster to do this to her without resistance. Of course, it would appear she was not resisting at all to any one looking from the outside. Her body simply would not obey her wishes. "Nngh!" She shuddered as she felt the sensations of tendrils boring through her thoughts. She could feel the being cutting and piercing through parts of her, sending painful sensations throughout her skull.

What the alien entity was searching for was unclear or what it had to do with Vera and the previous attacks she had to endure. She did not have time to form any questions or attempts to bargain as a memory suddenly surged forth. "Ahh!" Eyes widened as the Head Girl began to shudder and writhe in her bonds. She found herself back in her tower suite. Black fiery tendrils whipped and lashed across her naked and exposed body. Tattered remains of her uniform fluttered onto the floor as the woman cried out and whimpered in pain. Smoldering tongues dragged across her heaving breasts, now stimulating her aching trembling form.

Vera could not control what she felt and saw. The memory continued to ravage her mind and her body reacted. Nipples hardened against her tight swimsuit as juices soak mixed with her soaked swimsuit. Toes curled as her head reared back. She screamed only to have it choked by the sensations of a tendril fucking her throat like in the memory. Her body jolt and shuddered as the pleasure built higher and higher. A powerful orgasm was felt in mind and body, rocking her world and leaving her sagging and twitching in her bonds.

"A-Ahh... Hahh... St-Stop... N-No more..." she groaned, eyes still fluttering and struggling to regain focus.

The memory Tempest triggered immersed Vera in a reenacted hell of pain and pleasure. The psychic monster found it difficult to believe the darkly flaming beast that whipped then fucked the young woman was Whisperer, but the memory clearly proclaimed it so. Tempest marveled at the effect the memory had on Vera. Not only did she remember the incident, but acually relived it. The monster siphoned some of her body's pleasure responses while she trembled in his tendrils, not only for nourishment but to keep her from succumbing to the powerful orgasm revisited on her. It was far too soon for her to escape him that way.

As the replay completed, the mental 'box' in Vera's subconscious unravelled, revealing another memory. Whisperer, now a being of prismatic flame forced himself on Vera's body and mind in some sort of classroom. The two somehow became joined on a spiritual level, causing a cascading series of orgams to rip through them both. Tempest considered replaying this memory as well, but decided against it. If Whisperer had done it, he could do it better. He could stimulate the girl's body and mind far more directly and effectively than the Fool ever could.

I'm afraid that's only just the beginning, girl. Tempest sent unsympathetically. And we don't want you passing out just yet, do we? The monster sent a psychic pulse that targeted Vera's adrenal glands, releasing a small measured dose of adrenaline to her system. Just enough to reenergize her and keep her aware for his reenactment of Whisperer's dual attack experiment.

Starting in the mind, Tempest sought out and began to stimulate the pleasure centers of Vera's brain, building her arousal from within. Without, his electric tentacles began to trace lines along her nerve paths, directly engaging her pleasure sensors as they danced over her lovely body. Whereas Whisperer had moved directly to the most obvious places - breasts and pussy - Tempest started more from the farther reaches and worked in. His understanding of her neural architecture allowed him to sense and target places she might not often find stimulated by other creatures: her toes, the soles of her feet, fingers, palms. On and on, moving inward and upward, always finding the most sensitive spots to arouse.

As he went, the monster kept close tabs of Vera's pleasure level. Whenever it threatened to boil over, he carefully consumed the excess, keeping her in a state of full arousal without the release of orgasm. He intended to have her burning with unfulfilled need long before he actually reached her most erotic zones.

Tell me, girl: Do you want me to let you cum again?

"Ahhhnnn! Aaauuuggghhh!"

Vera's body arched as sensations rippled through her. She felt so very good as tingly warmth seemed to wash over her mind. There was no fighting these relentless manipulations of her mind and now her body. Tendrils shocked her nerves, awakening and stimulating sensitive spots she knew of but were rarely targeted. Toes curled as legs twitched. Her insides were quivering in anticipation. If this monster could stimulate her body this much already, it was hard to imagine what would happen to her once those tendrils reached far more vulnerable locations.

But, the monster took his time. The fluttering in Vera's lower belly grew more and more frantic and heated. She squirmed helplessly in her bonds as juices soaked into her swimsuit. Her head rolled back as she let out another groan. Another wave of pleasure tingled throughout her entire being, her pleasure centers constantly being assaulted from within her mind.

The sensations grew more and more intense. Her sex was contracting hungrily, eager to be filled while juices flowed freely. Flushed cheeks revealed the Head Girl's embarrassed arousal. She tried to take slow shuddering breaths but there was only so much the human woman could do against this sort of attack. It became hard to think of anything but the quaking within her core and the quivering of her aching sex.

But, no matter what she did, the orgasm never came. She floated before this mass of crackling energy, trembling in ever growing sexual frustration. It spoke into her mind, taunting her with offers of release.

"Please.... No more..." she groaned, "Make it stop!" Her limbs strained against her bonds before finally falling limp, twitching and quivering. Her insides felt like they were melting away as glazed eyes fluttered from the non-stop stimulation.

Far from stopping, Tempest stepped up his assault. While he mental tendrils worked and wormed through the pleasure centers of Vera's brain, they coopted her other senses. Soon her world was contracted to nothing but feeling the endless stimulation and the ever-growing need for a release that remained unobtainable.

The helpless woman was held suspended in a constant storm. Bolts of psychic lightning rained down on her trembling form. They ingnored her swimsuit and even her flesh, engaging her nerves directly. Every part of her was constanly bombarded by electric pleasure. Every part save those three most sensitive mounds. The monsters tentacles danced around her breasts and sex, brushing their edges, but never quite contacting. The spots most used to this type of attack were left wanting, aching for attention while the rest of her body burned with perfect pleasure. A pleasure Tempest kept teetering on the brink of climax with his constant feeding.

You have not answered my question. Tempest's mental voice rang in Vera's mind, the only thing she could sense outside her endless torment of frustrated release. Do you want me to let you cum again?

The silver haired woman shuddered in the alien guest's grasp. Tingly heat rolled through her core, spreading outwards to the very tips of her fingers and toes. The sensations joined with the constant jolts tracing along her nerves. Her breasts firmed with arousal, swelling with hot blood as they throbbed and ached. Her nipples stood at full attention, pressing against the thin fabric of her swimsuit. Darkened areolae still covered by her swim attire puffed outwards like tiny hills with her tender peaks standing at the top.

Her sex continued to tremble, hungrily contracting in hopes of feeling any sort of friction or stimulation. Her clitoris had hardened, revealing itself from its hood despite her swimsuits till covering her womanhood. Vera's swimsuit did not hinder the creature's assaults on her body and mind. Her head reared back to let forth a frustrated groan. Her unfocused eyes could no longer register her surroundings. Her other senses felt muted while her sense of touch screamed for her undivided attention.

The alien being's voice boomed inside Vera's mind. She could not stop twitching and shivering. She gasped heated breaths. Wave upon wave of pleasure melted her insides only to come just short of surging into a climatic release.

"Hahhh... Y-Yes!" Vera cried out, "Nngh... D-Do it! J-Just ahhh... Do it! Ahhhhnnn!"

So be it! Tempest's return was darkly forboding. Vera was about to discover her torment was only just beginning. The monster finally allowed his captive's pleasure to crest into orgasm. Still, he continued to feed, keeping the intensity of the release from overwhelming her consciousness. Consequently, it did not relieve her desire as much as might be expected, leaving her body sensitive and ripe for another climax.

Just before the previous orgasm could truly subside, Tempest ignited another in the young woman by striking where he had previously avoided. However, he chose an uncommon vector for this stage of his assault. As Whisperer had once forced his way in through Vera's psychic gateway, now Tempest reached out through it. His mental tendrils stretched open her empathic channel and pushed out into her physical reality. Bursting from her core, one set lanced up and out, phasing through the flesh of her chest to fill her breasts with ethereal electric pleasure. Though immaterial, the tendrils seemed to pool in her engorged mounds before bursting forth from her nipples.

At the same time, another set of tendrils went south. They took on a physical aspect to stretch open her clutching tunnel as they sought to exit her body. The crackling electric tendrils writhed and twirled around each other as they pushed outward, eventually bursting forth from her sex in a shower of sparks. The monster continued to feed on Vera's pleasure, not preventing her climax, but keeping it from letting her body cool, making sure she was ready for another.