Etolie felt that tentacle hitting the walls of her sex. She had been tighter than the first time they had encountered one another though not as severe after his initial gift where he had experienced her too. But she was so very close to that state. Muscles clenched tight then tighter still as more of that gel flowed out from that tentacle smearing her insides with it's chill. An instant later that experience had been replaced by a warmth as that appendage rubbed it into her.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped out. Unable to control how she instinctively moved and squirmed, how she folded around him. More of that mist hit the air and she sensed the movement of other tentacles near her face. She could see the shadows, practically sense their warmth. Etolie both felt and heard the disturbance in the air as they danced about. One even striking out to take a abreast lifting it up as it coiled about her.

“Gahhh!!!Q” It served to distract her from the flatter one that pressed inside her rump. The tentacles that held her shook as her body rattled. Her mouth dropping open as she cried out unable to help herself or even thinking about keeping it down least they be heard.

Her senses bloomed the more she took in the tentacles. She could see without seeing, at least insofar the layout of the room. She had a sense of where he was but her mind was still confused about his nature. She had more of a sense of where he was and wasn't. The lack of a humanoid shape was apparent but Etolie had little else to go on. Was he one mass with several tentacles or a swarm of several beings? It was unclear.

A little bolder now, more relaxed from the effects of the mist she dared press that tentacle deeper inside her. A bit quicker too. Her one free hand guided another tentacle to her lips so that she could begin sucking on the tip. Her tongue flicking around it as she sucked in a little more.

“Mmmph!” She gasped out as she was completely filled.

Her neck exploded as it was tended to. Each deep breath caused her to feel both the pressure on her tit and the inflation of her lungs. It was tough for her to concentrate with even the smallest experience blooming to life the way that it was. The only reason she was not overwhelmed had been the fact that she had found herself experiencing even more intense sensations than before.

"Wonderful."

As her muscle control continued to further sharpen as the alien drugs began to slowly drip into her core, she managed to drive the tentacle into her dripping depths with a sudden thrust that forced her open, the shifting, slick flesh now anointed with her nectar allowing for a surprisingly painless entry despite how completely she felt able to control her body. The soft tips of the alien organ caressed the inner depths of her pussy, seeming to strain eagerly towards her cervix, only held back by her firm grip on its length.

What felt like liquid fingers massaged the coating of gel onto her neck, the substance seeming to meld into her skin like some sort of lotion - and he watched in satisfaction as her throat muscles loosened up slightly, the sensation of numbness rapidly passing to give her that familiar sensation of being able to control almost every aspect of her throat. A dollop of thicker, scented fluid dripped onto her lips, and she felt, rather than saw the cock-like thing waiting above her head descend upon her in the darkness. A quick lick of the oily substance revealed a gentle sweetness, with a mildly tangy, salty aftertaste that was rather pleasant to inhale as another splatter hit her cheek before the thing brushed up against her chin, letting out what she felt was a low-frequency purring.

A strange odor hung in the air, musky and otherworldly as more tentacles continued to explore her almost-nude body, flat tips exploring her erogenous zones, while larger, locomotive tentacles stroked her erect nipples and the more agile ones kept her clit company as she continued to use his tentacle like a dildo, shifting it slightly so as to pleasure herself. Whatever he was doing to her, it was working. As more tentacles continued to slather her body with those drugs, she felt her senses pick up even further, followed closely by her muscles becoming limber and relaxed.

"When you are ready, go ahead and lean forwards..." he instructed as several more tentacles wound around her thighs, the feel of flesh slowly gliding against her stockings and ankles as they braced themselves to hold her in place. The thing behind her, still patiently servicing her anal hole didn't stop its slow, consistent pace in circling her rim. Now that her senses had slowly continued to increase, she could feel the tiny, fleshy lumps buzzing with pleasure along the length of the tip as it swept up and down her hole, continuing to lubricate it with a combination of her own juices and the slick sheen dripping off its length.

Logic didn't equate to reality. That tentacle should have hurt. When she factored in how large it was, her body's tightness and the enhanced senses that continued to bloom. Yet it didn't. Either there was something within the gel that enhanced only pleasure, overrode the feelings of pain despite it happening or there was something she had not discovered about that chemical.

Either way she let out a gasp of pleasure. Gel transformed into liquid as it was rubbed inside her. Even on her as it was rubbed into her neck causing it to go numb for a moment. It still tingled but Etolie felt more in control of those muscles beneath. Drops of liquid on her cheek reminded her of how close those tentacles were at the moment.

“AH!” She gasped sharply feeling her nipples and clit fondled. An ache soared through her chest while another tentacle played with her back door.

It felt dirty back there … that hole used to punish. It made her feel cheap, associating anal with dominance and something dirty. Yet why did she welcome this? That gel saw to the exclusion of pain. At the same time she actually wanted it. As that tentacle played with her back door she felt some of that liquid trace against her body. Unsure if the gel had been the reason or if it was anal done the right way she was unsure.

“Ohh!” She squeaked out as other tentacles secured her legs. She leaned forward one hand still working that tentacle in and out of her tight sex while the other laid flat against one of the slabs of granite that served as a long rectangular desk for multiple students doing lab work.

Her enhanced senses guided her to a spot where she hadn't knocked over any of the lab equipment she had set out previously. “L-Like this?” Her ass jutted out and back as she bent over that table. A tremble shaking her legs as she felt that spike of euphoria at what the tentacle was doing down below. A small quake of bliss proceeding a larger one that ripped through her washing out from her core and causing her to cry out once again as she began pumping that tentacle inside her a bit faster.

Despite being blindfolded, her senses had sharpened enough for her to lie over a spot on the nearby table where she didn't suffer the risk of knocking any of the equipment over. Lying on her stomach, leaning over the table, she took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “L-Like this?” she spoke out as she pushed her cute rear end out in offering as she bent over that table.

"Ah yes. As expected of an excellent student, your idea is far superior to my own." he responds. "Yes, let's go with that."

The smooth tentacle gently licked the hole that was once used to punish as she offered herself, as more of that lubricating gel and her own nectar was applied there twitched in anticipation as the intruder pressed against it, even the indirect application of this mysterious substance causing her sense of touch to vault into total clarity. She felt several more tentacles waiting above her as she was taken, the smooth and narrow thing getting a rough squeeze play from her ass as it slowly worked its way in. Her body was dominating this intruder, drawing out that gel and anointing her insides with it - and when the liquids worked its way into her depths, she felt as if she had torn off the blindfold on all her senses at once.

A form of second sight caressed her mind as the drugs crossed her blood/brain barrier, allowing her to track the motions of air above her, sensing out at least three of the larger tentacles moving above her. Three more waited by her head, while another remained close to her neck, twitching for a few seconds before spewing a wad of that gel onto her bare back, followed closely by a dozen smaller tentacles working together to rub the stuff into her skin. By now, the tough table had become an extension of her very being, allowing her to accurately track footsteps and even vibration below her. Her sense of taste, hearing and smell surged up as well as his lengths continued to service her. Her fingertips seemed to bloom out, taking in full awareness of heat, pressure, texture and vibration as she serviced the tentacle buried in her snatch with her hands.

Properly lubricated, the thing in her ass continued to glide with ease into her depths, her body squeezing the tentacle for its bounty of gel every inch of the way, attuning her senses as it passed through her to a point she could use them without getting overwhelmed. The sensation of its passage into her depths felt surreal, as if it was forming a web of sensations inside her that continued to fill her with warmth until it finally slowed down, stopping for a brief moment to paint her depths with that gel before slowly working its way out. When it finally drew out, a wet, flat-tipped head pressed against her rear, trapping the gel inside her, giving it nowhere else to go but to allow it to be absorbed directly into her body.

"Take a moment to draw your reward in, and then we'll continue once you are ready."

She felt the tentacle waiting just behind her, its shifting surface lightly as it slid between her perky rear, applying a slick lubricant that dripped down past her anal hole, feeding the excited tentacle she was pushing and fucking herself with, making each thrust it made all the more pleasurable for her.

Things were becoming clearer the more they continued. Her body was a bonfire that was continuously being fed. From the cool surface of the granite table beneath her to the ticks of the clock and even distance foot steps far beneath them. Everything snapped into focus.

A cool blast touched her back. That gel eagerly rubbed in like lotion warming that gel up. Etolie had been aware of the texture of each. The little differences like the patterns of finger prints that set each tentacle apart. Without a ruler she could tell how wide or narrow each was. Without sight she could count the numbers of bumps and nodules.

Pressed to that table her nipples felt the coolness whenever the tentacles there shifted too much. Tender breasts were played with as her abdomen slid across part of that table then back as he slowly took her rear inch by inch. It was a snug fit, more of that gel smeared against her as it passed sharpening her senses.

So many tentacles had been above her, orbiting her face. A larger one was above her shoulder. She even sensed a droplet of gel at it's tip that had remained after it fired over her back. She could “see” it stretching down from the effects of gravity. A spider descending on a silk thread. Sooner or later the end would get too heavy, snap away and slash against her back again.

“Oh! Ah! Unhuh!” Etolie was on the tips of her toes. Her insides quaked feeling that infusion of gel. Her body crashed then snapping as it as wound so tight. A burst fired through her dropping her back down to the flats of her feet. That tentacle pulling away only to seal her back door to prevent any spillage. The gel had no choice but to stay put latching against walls and flowing deeper inside her.

Strong spasms wracked her body as she came hard. For a long moment she lost track of what she was doing thrusting that tentacle into herself and holding it there as she cried out. He would have to take over unless he had been willing to wait. While she bathed in that incredible glow feeling the swell of pleasure course through her Etolie rested for a moment. As she struggled for breath feeling each lungful of air she saw him. Not visually of course but she could make better sense of his form.

It was truly alien but Etolie made more sense out of where those tentacles attached. The strangeness of it all. What she had thought of as a swarm dissolved. How accurate the image was had been hard to say. More of her senses had been opened and his constant movement made it difficult to say for sure.

Images of wicked teeth filled her head. Those jaws weren't moving as much. She thought she could tell were those tentacles connected. Even what looked to be scars. It made it difficult to determine if he were a demon or alien. His structure was bizarre to say the least.

Quivering in the aftermath she felt liquid against an ass cheek. Movement against warmed of that liquid making her body feel like on big jumble of nerves.

“W-What are uhhh you!” She gasped out again. At that point the pleasure felt too great robbing her from thinking too much about it. Had she asked before? This certainly felt different than last time or did the gel feel stronger the more it was used like alcohol. The more you had the closer to intoxication you got. There was so much she still needed to learn.

“W-What are uhhh you!” She gasped out as the tip of the intruder working that pleasant lubrication into both her holes pressed against her newly-vacated anal hole. The flat head split to give this intrude a peek into her twitching rear. Thanks to the heavy lubrication he had used beforehand, the tip slid into her with ease and causing her body to experience another wild peak of sexual pleasure, followed by a backwash of mental clarity as her sense of touch became sharp enough for her to even track the passage of the warm fluids left behind by the previous tentacle as this newcomer slowly made his way inside her. One inch, then another, then another, the rich texture of this alien cock serviced her with a cornucopia of pleasurable sensations as it penetrated her ass.

"You drew me to yourself by offering me your energy, and your strong desires." he responded. "And while I am interested in seeing your continued growth, I will refrain from speaking too much about what you've asked for the time being. Your body is a suitable conduit to draw in my power, but it is one that may yet break if I am careless. In time, as your mind and body becomes further attuned, you will learn more from me."

With that, three pairs of narrow, velvet-smooth tentacles coiled around her upper arms, thighs, abdomen and head as they shifted slightly, getting a good grip on her body before they demonstrated their sudden strength by lifting her clear off the granite table, exposing her breasts to the air as another tentacle sprayed her neck and torso with that gel that caused her already-sensitive breasts to further perk up as a pair of tentacles coiled around her tits and began to slowly grope her as she continued to use his tentacle as her personal dildo. Another rush of air, sounding further away than before, was her only warning before something that felt like a soft, delicate feather began to tease her erect nipples. The nearly microscopic tendrils on this tip, barely visible to the human eye, brushed lightly against her quivering breasts, starting off with a slow caress so as not to overwhelm her.

That was when the thing floating near her head brushed its tip against her lips, letting her take its musky, surprisingly pleasant scent as more drops of gel built on its tip...

She didn't know what he was given that explanation. It could be that he was from another dimension too. Something that called out to him while she was making a summons. Whatever the truth of the matter she wasn't going to learn about it now. That was a problem for another day. An unanswered question and this island had it's fair share of mysteries. Most of which Etolie never looked into. Most would find the truth hard to believe any way.

She felt some of the thicker tentacles wrap around the upper portions of her limbs while another wrapped above the one over her eyes. She felt it on her forehead even as he took her with those tentacles, one by her own hand as it pushed and twisted the one she was holding. That grip didn't hinder her movements.

Those fires were building. She moaned then let out a soft EPPP when that moment of weightlessness struck. Lifted upward her breasts were attacked. Despite her enhanced senses she failed to fully grasp the tentacles nature not sensing those thin feelers until she felt them against her.

Sucking in a breath her toes curled as she shivered. “Oh fuck,” the words slip from her lips as she feels that eruption building all the more quicker. She managed to get her mouth closed before that tentacle pressed inside her mouth. Either it was timing or the fact that he didn't want to force that appendage in.

The scent was strong. That aroma lingered in the air. She didn't hesitate opening her mouth letting her tongue stretch out and skim that tentacle. Her tongue buzzed as she collected that moisture. Each pass bringing more clarity than the last as she cataloged each ridge and nodule in that tentacle.

“Oh! God!” Her neck stretching forward, her lips wrapping around the end of that tentacle sucking on it. Trembling again. She had some measure of control as to what she was doing with her mouth and down below. So she distracted herself in what she was in charge of.

It wasn't long before she was consumed with the attention of all three of the tentacles. The gel only making things more intense. “Mmph! AHH! Ehhh!” She cried out around the tentacle in her mouth as she came undone juices saturating that tentacle that she drove quicker inside herself in order to prolong the experience she found herself wrapped up in.

As her lips closed around the gel-loaded intruder, her senses cleared up even further, allowing her an almost-complete second sight. but peering directly at the vortex of shifting motions that was his body still caused her some nausea, so she focused outwards from this room as she no longer had to deal with the distraction of the ground's sensation against her feet. There, she felt - far away, the annoyed steps of that ornery prefect, her footsteps seeming to resound alone in the building. The guard accompanying her must have finally tired of her bullshit... or just sat down.

As her body arched in delight as she took on his length, the thing in her ass began to glide forwards. Moving slow so as to give her enough time to properly get used to the sensation of the ravishing tentacle exploring her rear, each nodule and ridge working past her sphincter awarding her with a fresh wave of pleasure as it began to slowly move back and forth, slowly matching the motions of the tentacle she fucked her drooling cunt with. She was still tight, her powerful muscles in full control as they milked this pair of tentacles for all they had got. And reward her they did, pleased with how well she was taking their lengths - by slathering her insides with a fresh dose of that wonderful gel that seemed to sharpen her senses just a little more. The subtle sounds of air in the ventilation shafts became clear to her now as she breathed out.

When her tongue felt up the thing that she took eagerly into her mouth, it rewarded her by teasing her tongue for a bit before it lathered her mouth with fresh doses of gel to send her sense of touch and taste peaking, followed closely by a little more muscle control than she remembered having. The tentacle, satisfied with its work here, pushed in deeper, eager to fill her body with this alien chemical that caused her body to become a living conduit to everything - the motions of air, the sounds and vibrations that filled the void left by her makeshift blindfold.

"Splendid..." he praised her eagerness and sex drive as she fucked herself wildly with the tentacle in her hands as she slowly inched towards her own orgasm. "Now then, how about this?"

She couldn't say much, with her mouth occupied by a girthy intruder that was dripping more of that gel into her throat. But she felt the motions of a pair of powerful looking tentacles coil around her perky tits and started groping and massaging her breasts while the narrower, tendril-tipped things continued to tease her nipples...

Using her senses she was unable to get a feel of him. Whenever she attempted to focus on him it felt as if her eyes strained making her feel dizzy despite not actually using her eyes. From what she managed to gather was a general size and where all those moving parts connected. Things were somewhat vague. There was no color either, just a void. Black was the place holder Etolie's mind used for now.

So her senses stretched outwards. She lost track of the guard. If she were closer perhaps she would pick up things such as heartbeat and breathing so wherever he was he had to be on the first floor or maybe outside for a cigarette brake. Her senses had been distorted there for a time. Etolie didn't know how long she had been in the throes of this experience attempting to adjust to everything that was going on.

That Prefect, or rather being was on the prowl. That alarmed her. But with a tentacle in her mouth she was unable to vocalize anything. The gel infusing her even more. First her cheeks then tongue awakened. The movement of that tentacle downright pleasant as her mouth was temporarily transformed. Alone that tentacle could get her to cum. The ingested gel altered her even more strengthening aspects of touch and taste even further.

Dueling tentacles took her other holes. One she guided inside herself while the other took her slowly. His words were clear in her ears, louder now without his volume increasing at all. This shouldn't have been a surprise considering how she could even hear the whisper of the ventilation system.

“Mmphahhohh!!!” Her moans muffled by that tentacle increasing in volume as her orbs were grabbed and played with. God, it felt as if her nipples were as hard as diamond! She ached crying out as that crashing wave caught her up in this harmonious state.

Etolie forgot about the Prefect in a way. It was too much to keep track of her with the way she had been attuned. It was superior to the last time despite not as much gel being used this time. Etolie didn't think much on it for the moment to wrapped up with the next orgasm that followed close behind her last. Her hand stilling as she plunged that tentacle deep inside herself. Muscles that she had more control over tightened even more as she came a third time in quick succession.

Her powerful orgasm contracted the muscles in her ass, roughly squeezing the intruder buried deep in her hole, forcing it to yield its bounty of gel inside her. Her gagged mouth let out a lust-tinged moan as her simultaneous climax forced the thing she was using as a dildo to spew its load in her again. Thanks to how deeply she had driven it with no recourse or escape, it filled her womb back up with a warm, sticky liquid that seemed to focus her senses as she turned her sight inward, feeling those familiar tendrils slide easily past her cervix and into her womb proper. Whatever it was doing to her, there was no denying that it felt pleasant as its motions stirred the throbbing ball of cum inside her.

Two this time, she felt their motions clearly as the thing in her throat peeled out, letting her breathe as her body contracted again. Whatever they were, they were good at what they did. Her body shuddered at the alien warmth inside her as she milked the duo of tentacles inside her until they experienced a second wind, spewing a fresh dose inside her. Despite deflating somewhat, they clung to her insides, making sure none of that precious liquid she was drawing into herself spilled out. His lengths quivered in delight as she wound down from her multi-layered orgasms, their slick lengths finally peeling out of her as her powerful muscles took back control, sealing the fluids inside her as he let her descend slowly, before sliding the beaten lengths out of her. For a moment, he let her stay like that - her enhanced muscles easily sealing away both her ass and pussy with ease as her feet found terra firma once more.

"Good. Draw it into yourself and let your senses hit their peak." he instructed. "Once you're ready... we shall investigate the elevator. I trust you remember what to do should you desire to utilize your full sensory capabilities?"

She let out a luscious moan. Gel exploding inside her, some rushed down her throat while she felt the rush of that cool-warm gel deposited into her. The tentacles remained inside her acting as plugs save for the one in her mouth that slips free. Etolie can feel that gel coating her throat. She felt it churning in her stomach. A tremor ripping over her with each breath she took.

It felt like a delicate hand was grazing over her from the inside even as tentacles thrilled her from outside. Her breasts rolled this way and that. Nipples flicked and played with. So much gel inside her. Twin tentacles stirring up the bounty that made it's way to her womb.

“AH! OHHH!” She couldn't help but feel good. It tingled all over. Even as she was set back down she felt the heat rising within her even more. Palms pressed flat to the granite top of the table to steady herself. Each inch of those tentacles drawing out of her folds yet not a drop spilled as she sealed back up. The only gel that escape being what was smeared on those tentacles.

Etolie took deep breaths and tried to steady herself. Each breath felt as keen as a thrust inside her. If she didn't control her breathing she would have came again, it felt that good. As it was even the air teased her. It took her some time to get a hold of herself.

When she had she nodded a little. She better not be pregnant. So much gel/cum sealed up inside her. Of course Etolie knew that most species couldn't interbreed with one another and those that could were at least related in some way. The perks of taking biology where she didn't fear these things as much as she had. The only doubt coming in the form of students vanishing some never seen again. So there was just a hair of doubt on her part.

“I'm ready now. Could you … grab the key?” She had to pause in order to collect herself.

“I'm ready now. Could you … grab the key?”

"Of course." he responded - the motions of a sinewy tentacle looping deftly around the shaft of the key, the subtle noise it made as it was scraped across the granite table feeling like so many signboards pointing her to it. Even the motions of air as the key was indirectly visible to her. The subtle noises it made as it swayed in the air, the pulse of her own heart. Blindfolded as she was, it felt like she could see everything as the sensation of lust drew from her body, slowly replacing the entirety of her very being with a deep clarity. Nude, unbound by anything - her senses felt as if she was standing atop the world, looking down at its minute motions...

"This is good." he praised her as he moved towards the ceiling - the image of a massive slug crawling up the wall filling her mind for a moment. "Your senses are ready. I trust you can perceive clearly enough... but should you desire a more focused range, do not hesitate to use your hands. Touch them to any object you feel can pick out what you're looking for."

As her senses cleared up, giving her that splendid second sight she had sought - she could feel out that bumbling prefect, out of breath at the front of the building, yelling at a duo of clearly annoyed guards. The argument wasn't going well for the prefect, and after sending the two into the building, she stomped off fuming. The scent, the sounds of their footsteps, even the subtle sounds of their breathing called out to her.

"Let's go."

She took a moment before taking up that key. Her senses so awakened that every grove in the metal could be sensed. It was cool against her palm covering her hand in a constant soothing wave as her hand folded around it. Aware that he had moved toward the ceiling by some means. By the time her attention caught the movement it had virtually been completed. That and even now there was a bit of discomfort at the haze she felt upon doing so.

Etolie felt the appearance of two guards. She wasn't sure if it were two others or one of the ones she had lost track of. If she were closer she probably would have acquired more information. Aware that there was an argument between the Prefect who wasn't a Prefect and those guards she tried to focus on that. Managing to catch the gist of things, still blindfolded she made her way towards the door leaving her clothes.

She didn't think he wanted her to dress and as awakened as she was they would hinder her more than help. Besides, if the “Prefect” caught her she doubted that she would remain clothed for long. Then again he was still their, the trailing tentacle that served as a blindfold stretched up towards that body. What, if any protection she had was something Etolie didn't know.

But with her senses open as they were she might have a better time at this. Especially walking rather than on all fours like before.

“Shit!” She paused after feeling the doorknob. Even that felt good. She soon opened that door stealing out into the hall. Each step felt odd against her feet. Her ears hearing every creek. It all sounded incredibly loud as if she wasn't trying to be quiet at all.

The footfalls below were louder as distant as they were. So she must have been moving fairly quiet. Still she kept trying to go slower, it was tough sorting out all this input.

Getting a sense that the guards were patrolling there were times she paused loosing track of the Prefect. When she pick her/him/it up again she was a distance away or on another floor moving with a degree of stealth or moving by some other means that she couldn't detect.

It was a different sort of challenge. She reached the elevator at about the same time she felt the Prefect on the floor beneath her. Etolie paused, waited for the Prefect to move away as if the Prefect could sense movement. Then she unlocked the elevator. Waited until she sensed no one near the elevators on the floors below her then called it up from the basement hoping that no one heard. If they had they could have easily called the elevator to their floor either before she reached the basement or be right behind her on the way there.

Her senses were at their peak - completely nude, nothing escaped her second sight. Even that bratty prefect had put a brilliant mark on her whole being with her careless footsteps. The way the floors seemed to detail so much information all at once was a little disorienting - but once she could read the diffusive echoes, it was as if she could track the girl's heartbeat, the way her sash rubbed against her clothes as she moved, the rush of air through her nostrils as she walked on, unaware of the monster inside the building.

Was this what it felt to be the hunter, instead of the hunted?

The subtle sensation of slick motion followed her closely - the lone tentacle bound around her eyes gently throbbing, massaging her eyes as she walked, slowly at first as she got used to the different sounds and sensations - then with a more confident stride as she learned how to read the motions of the floors, able to track even the security guard's slouching motions as he sighed as he looked at the doors of the laboratory building, waiting for the two bumbling guards to finish their patrol. Walking nude through these hallways was a surreal sensation - her extrasensory 'sight' so clear that it felt like the blindfold wasn't even real.

Whenever her fingertips touched the walls, fresh new boundaries were set to her 'vision' as they revealed so much with just a touch. Internal cracks hummed as they vibrated against her touch, pipes and humming electronic cables showing off to her with their lightless sheen. The distant footsteps of those guards sitting down to rest at the far end of a hallway below to her right. The creaking of chairs. The sound of flint on steel as they stopped for a cigarette break.

This was her chance.

As she unlocked the elevator, her fingertips temporarily lost her touch on the key - and her senses trembled as they broke a fresh new threshold awakened to her now that both her hands were unoccupied. Quickly recovering the key before it fell, her senses enabling her to deftly pluck the key out of the air before the doors slowly closed shut. She felt the elevator cables strain slightly as whatever she had summoned by drinking that gel slid into the elevator chamber with her.

For a moment, there was silence. She had effectively locked herself in a medium-sized elevator with something so anomalous, it caused her a mild headache just to look in his general direction. Her enhanced senses made it worse, aware of just how unnatural those shifting motions of his 'skin' was. Fractals inside fractals that seemed to shift as if driven by flowing rivers of living shadows-

"There was a camera in this elevator." he suddenly whispers into her ear. "I've tampered with it to show an empty elevator, left unused for the night. Are you ready to take this elevator to the basement?"

There was a lot to process. The mind was an adaptable thing though to process all this information should have taken her a good while. Years instead of mere minutes. As adaptable as a mind was it still took time to make different connections. That gel made those connections even as it had been responsible for forming these enhancements in the first place. Etolie couldn't explain how it worked, it was some of what she was studying even if it was unclear with her limited understanding. Humans were still playing catch up after all.

Her exodus from the classroom to the elevator sharpened with each step. There were times she lost track of things, had to pause and process them again but it was becoming easier for her. Etolie felt foot steps, smelled cigarette smoke, heard fabric of clothes.

When she made contact with the walls she felt the lattice of pipe work and circuitry hidden beyond. It felt as if she were the building and the building was a part of her. The others mere microbes in her body.

It was amazing to have such clarity even briefly. If her senses were so sharp she could elude those beings. But every day tasks would be overwhelming too.

Almost loosing the key Etolie snatched it out of the air, unlocked the device and made her way inside. Hearing the doors slid closed she found herself in a confined space which was bigger than an ordinary elevator. If she had to guess she would have equated it to one in a hospital so that gurneys could be transported from floor to floor. She guessed that bulky lab equipment would be easy to move or store.

Outwardly there was no change in the others. But her head felt foggy any time she directed her attention upward. A camera!

That was alarming. With there being a lock she didn't consider a camera. They really didn't want students going to the basement she supposed. Stairs only lead to locked doors.

“Thanks for that. Let's give it a moment.”

No one seemed to detect the elevator on it's way up. She would wait until she felt it safe to descend. She then pressed her senses outwards. Without sight it was next to impossible to distinguish those buttons from one another. But most elevators had the same layout and she focused on those buttons that were pressed more often. The ones that had the most oil and dirt on them. She ignored most of them ruling them out and going for the one on the bottom.

“Let's get this show started.” She pressed the bottom for the basement.