An alien predator floated high above the gymnasium floor. Completely transparent, his huge umbrella shaped mass was all but invisible in the shadows of the vaulted ceiling. He had no name that would make sense to a human mind, but he had sometimes been referred to as ‘Whisperer.’

Whisperer watched appreciatively as a group of students bounced and jiggled through their daily exercise class. The class seemed to be mandatory - probably to keep all the girls fit and toned so that they remained ideal prey for creatures such as himself. In truth, few of the girls seemed averse to the activity, though probably not for the same reason.

It was nearing lunch time, and Whisperer was here appraising potential meals. As always, all the girls looked succulent, but one caught his attention in particular. He had never seen the well proportioned brunette beauty before, so he figured she was relatively new. He reached out with his psychic abilities, lightly touching her mind to sense her emotions and surface thoughts.

My face was red and I was breathing hard. We had just played an intense game of Dodgeball. Luckily, most of the girls here weren't really in shape and their overly-sized breasts got in the way a lot. Luckily my firm gloves sat snugly in my training bra, staying nice and out of the way. I had dominated the game, easily earning the MVP award handed out at the end. In fact, I normally ended up being the last girl on our team, as the other girls got distracted when their large, unsupported breasts leaped out of their shirts, painfully slapping against their faces. The gym would fill with loud giggles and the game would continue. Then, I'd end up demolishing the enemy team, sending girl after girl after girl back to the bench. I dodged ball after ball. At the end of the game I had gotten practically everybody on the opposite team out. The couch slapped my bum playfully, causing me to gasp and arch my back. The teachers did that. I couldn't do anything about it. But it was still invading. Why did they hire any Male teachers at a female school? Didn't they expect any rape or sexual abuse?

The unseen alien watched in amusement as the game went on beneath him. If he hadn’t absorbed the memories of several students during previous encounters, he might have been bewildered by the strange activity. As it was, the concept of throwing balls about to disqualify opposing players was foreign to him, but at least he understood the basic rules.

The girl Whisperer had decided to watch really shined during the activity. Her lithe, trim form served her well amidst the chaos of the game. He was a bit surprised of how contemptuous she was of some of the other girls’ larger breasts, but simply dismissed the matter. Undoubtedly, she would soon learn that he liked breasts of all shapes and sizes, especially if they were sensitive.

Realizing he had made up his mind to feed from this girl, Whisperer set about preparing a plan to capture her. Where to lay the trap? Invariably, the hot, sweaty participants filed into the locker room showers at the end of class. Perhaps there? Of course it would mean his target would not be completely alone, but if he could lure her far enough from her classmates, they might not even notice . . . Especially given the way the school had been built as a hunting ground for creatures such as himself.

Turning his attention back to his surroundings, the transparent alien was surprised to find himself in the very place he had just been thinking of. The abrupt change was similar to the blackouts he had been having recently, but there was no sense of lost time with this occurrence. Momentarily bewildered, Whisperer forced himself to focus on the layout of the room.

To an outside observer with no knowledge of the school’s true purpose, the room might’ve seemed strange. It was far larger than might be expected for the average class size of the college. It had many spacious stalls, which some of Whisperer’s stolen memories suggested was odd for a locker room shower. Finally, the place was oddly shaped, wrapping around the adjoining locker room proper to form a sort of ‘L’ shape, making it impossible to see the farthest reaches from the entrance.

Hearing the first of the students entering the locker area, Whisperer quickly made his way to the back of the room, clearing the corner to the secluded part of the showers just before the first girl entered. In truth, it was unlikely any of the students would actually have noticed him, he was just positioning himself in his chosen ambush site; there to await Tian’s arrival in the shower area. He renewed contact with her mind to get a sense of where she was as he readied his psychic lure.

After the game, I was shedding my sweaty uniform. Hell, most of the girls were just sweaty from standing around and not really doing anything. While I had gotten one of the funnest workouts of my life. But the other girls didn't think so. A tall blond approached me, her breasts ready to just explode out of the extremely tight bra she wore. "You slut, what the hell was that bullshit? Nobody was trying to do well, you moron. Hell, I bet you just did it because you wanted the coach to touch your ass. Either that or you're a competitive guy. I bet thats true! Hey, girls, check this out! We got a transvestite here!"

I blushed deeply, scowling at the girl. So many impulses flashed in my hand. Slap her across the face, poke her in the eye, tackle her all together. Then something else crossed my mind. I dropped the towel I had covering my body. "Look here, bitch." I took her hand and pressed it to my left teat, immediately reacting to the touch of skin. I could see her blush. This girl was lonely. I could tell from her expression. She was straight, but she's been away from her boyfriend for years. Very lonely. I closed my eyes and kisses her on the lips. She melted in my hands, practically willing herself into my arms. I stroked her back, gently pulling away. She was blushed as deeply as I was when I first met Kairi. "Being a lesbian is not a bad thing. No body is going to make fun of you. If you need to releave sexual tension, then do it. But not by making fun of people. Now, if you'll excuse me." I walked to the shower, towel dangling from under my arm. I was buck naked, for all to see. I wasn't ashamed. I hung the towel outside of an open shower and stepped inside, turning on the water. I tried standing under the tap until all of the cold water was cleared out and warm water starting flowing again, but I still got a few stinging droplets of cold water falling on me. The water finally heated.

I stepped under the shower spray, sighing contently as the water jets began to rhythmically beat on my body. A few of them pushed themselves onto my breasts. They perked up slightly, asking for a bit of attention. I shook my head to myself. No, I'd save them for Kairi. My ears perked up as I heard moaning coming from the outside of the shower. I quickly peeked out, seeing only the blond whom I had converted into a lesbian and her brunette friend. I stepped back into the shower, smiling to myself.

Whisperer was a bit startled by how aggressive Tian was. The surprise quickly turned to anticipation, however; this might prove to be a very interesting encounter. Unfortunately, he missed his first opportunity to lure the student closer to him as she chose a stall while he was still considering her feisty nature.

He'd just begun to consider the possibility that he would have to wait until she had finished her shower before making his move when she stepped back out to admire her handiwork. The blonde and her friend (or now more precisely: lover) hadn’t reached a stall before falling into each other’s arms. Not only did this prompt his prey to leave her shower for a peek, it also served as a distraction for the other girls; even the ones conspicuously avoiding taking notice of the spectacle. He could sense that many of the onlookers were becoming aroused by the display, making it very likely that a few more moans and cries would soon go unnoticed.

Still, he preferred to pull his prey into the shadows, so he took advantage of the opportunity. Just as Tian turned to reenter the shower, Whisperer projected his call to her (and only her). The psychic lure was not a compulsion, but it did trigger the sensation of a trusted and loved voice whispering to her from around the corner.

Tian . . .

My ears perked up and I turned around, my eyes worriedly scanning the small room in which the showers were lined up like over sized lockers. I could swear that I had heard Kairi's voice. I stepped out of the shower, looking around, my breasts hanging before me. The sound had come from the corner. I walked towards it, fearing that I'd find her being raped mercilessly by some monstrous entity. Right behind one of the showers was a utility closet. No, no, please don't let her be behind that door. Fucked or being fucked, either way, just please not her...

Interesting. Whisperer had never had his call interpreted as something akin to a cry for help before. This lovely young woman continued to surprise him. Unfortunately, Tian would likely never discover if her lover was being molested in the utility closet, for as she passed the entrance to the nearby shower stall, Whisperer launched his attack.

A pair of nearly invisible tendrils whipped out of the stall. Two light and feathery appendages that nevertheless produced a sharp sting if they made contact; one was aimed at the back of her neck, the other just above her tail bone. Each crackled lightly with the bio-electricity that would produce a stunning shock and propel the alien’s paralytic venom into her system.

A fraction of a second later, another pair of transparent appendages shot out. Thicker that the last pair, these rough, bristly tentacles were sent to catch the girl before she could fall and pull her into the stall should his stingers make contact.

With a soft sigh, I lost feeling my arms and legs. I immediately fell forward, being caught up by the invisible tendrils almost immediately. My mind raced with possibilities as to what was happening. A giant jellyfish? Well, that might explain why I hadn't seen anything and something soft and squishy was currently wrapped around my limbs.

The creature hauled his prize into the stall over which he floated, having lowered his appendages down into it before whipping them out of the entrance. He was surprised again at how fast Tian had guessed at his basic form. She seemed exceptionally cool for one who had just lost the use of her arms and legs. Most of his victims were still trying to scream at this point, though they found it difficult to get much volume from a weakened larynx. Still, the capture seemed to have gone off without a hitch. Her classmates all seemed too caught up in their own showers (or other activities) to notice the slight noise she made.

Once he had her in the stall, the transparent creature sent more of his graspers to consolidate his hold on the girl. He wrapped one of the bristly appendages around each limb and encircled her waist with another. He used one of the remaining three to quietly close the shower curtain - another odd accessory for a locker room shower.

Sudden realization took over me. This fish was one of the monsters lurking the island. It was going to rape me, here, underneath the shower head. I tried my hardest to move, twitch, anything other then give in freely. But no, my body was effectively put out of commission. I could not move, and I was left at the whim of this... thing.

Whisperer wasted no time beginning his assault. His victim was helpless for now, but she would soon learn that her only route to regaining the use of her limbs lay in her body’s natural response to the pleasures he would offer.

He decided to do things a bit differently with this girl, however. Instead of extending a pair of maws to engulf her breasts, he lowered a single stinger toward them. There was no sting, no shock and no venom in the light feathery appendage’s touch as it came into contact with her left breast. From the initial point of contact, the monster began to drag the tip of the tendril slowly over first one mound, then the other, teasing the sensitive flesh with an abnormally gentle caress. Perhaps conspicuously, he carefully avoided direct contact with her nipples while he did so.

My face turned into an expression of disgust, forced pleasures and a burning hatred for all of the monsters on these blasted island. This time I quite literally could do nothing, my arms and legs completely decommissioned. But I found that I still had control over my torso. I gave it a try, dully shaking my rump in the air as his tentacles held me. Quivering breaths leave my mouth every few seconds, my nipples began to erect slightly, hardening at the teasing touch of the tentacles. "No, please, don't! Please, I'll do anything, just let me go!" My quivering begging went unheard as far as I knew. It was worth a try, I hoped.

Tian . . . Food . . .

Whisperer answered his captive’s plea. The words were spoken in her mind by voices from her past, and might have meant little to her. But they were accompanied by a sense of apologetic denial. He wouldn’t let her go now, especially after having stung her - he wasn’t sure what long term effects his venom might have if it was not quickly burned off by the hormones of arousal.

The alien quickly scanned the rest of the shower room. None of the other students seemed to have heard Tian’s weak plea over the hiss and clatter of their own showers. Still, it never hurt to take extra precautions.

Whisperer reached into the next stall over - the one closest to the rest of the class - and turned on the water. He turned each knob about a third of the way, ensuring a noisy cascade that would soon begin to produce a nice cloud of steam.

Turning his attention back to the lovely tidbit, Whisperer resumed the teasing of her womanly mounds. He held the girl with her back arched to provide better access for the thin stinger as he continued to drag it’s feathery tip over and around her breasts. The seemingly random circuit he traced on her sensitive flesh continued to avoid contact with her hardening nipples, brushing tantalizingly close at times.

I arched my back slightly, sending my breasts forward. The sensitive nerves in my breasts tingled and rippled with joys unimaginable, collapsing my defences and forcing me to enjoy the experience. I moaned involuntarily through clenched teeth. My eyes were closed tight in defiance, but the rest of my body refused to comply. It eagerly began to heat up and drip sweat. Or nectar, in the case of my clutching pussy.

Whisperer was pleased by how quickly Tian’s resistance started to crumble. It seemed he had chosen well. He greatly enjoyed pleasuring such reactive targets. At this rate, she would soon begin to regain control of her limbs as the fires of passion burned off his venom. Once she reached climax, she would be completely free; though, by then, it would be too late.

As soon as the girl closed her eyes, Whisperer brushed his tendril over her left nipple, dragging the feathery appendage over the sensitive nub. From that crowning peak, he began to trace a spiral outward and down the slopes of her mound. At the same time, he lowered another soft tendril to do the same to her right breast, doubling the teasing sensation.

In this way, he attempted to keep Tian focused on his assault of her twin peaks while he initiated one of his favorite ploys. From outside her field of vision so that she would not likely notice even if she opened her eyes, the monster stealthily extended one of his maws. Then he looped it back up from underneath her while he slowly eased her legs apart. If all went as planned, she wouldn’t even notice until his tongues made contact with her sex.