The heavy door to the concert hall creaked like it hadn’t been oiled in years as Jen opened it, looking about to see if anyone was using it for the moment. With the hall looking empty, she shrugged, walked in, and let the door slam behind her, making her way down the center isle towards the stage, her guitar draped over her back, the strap riding through her cleavage and separating her large chest, held back by a tight, short sleeved black shirt. She of course, had managed to sneak out of her last class early and change into her own clothes before coming here, ripped jeans and heavy boots completing her normal look.

Upon reaching the stage, she started looking around. One of her few friends on campus had told her there was a way to hook instruments up through the sound system of the hall and she was bound determined to grab an opportunity like that, even if it was just to practice. The short teen mumbled to herself a little as she worked, reading through various plug ins and switches banked along the stage’s edge…

The young girl continued to play with the sound setup of the room, intent on her task, and oblivious to much else. Ever once in a while she would toss her bangs out of her eyes in an annoyed manner, until finally she seemed satisfied that it was in working condition. The teen slipped the guitar from her back and brought the jack up to plug it in, but was greeted with a loud screeching sound instead. She quickly yanked the plug out, holding her head and hoping nobody nearby had heard that… she’d be in trouble for sure. Seemed anything got you in trouble around this place. The short girl began to play with the instrumentation again, her hearing a little… damaged from the screeching.

After a few more moments of fiddling with the machine, Jen finally found the setup she needed and plugged in her guitar again, testing it slowly this time… a few chords rang out through the concert hall in response, drawing a smile from the short girl. She strummed out a few more notes, trying to get warmed up before she really got to practicing, a few notable riffs occasionally popping up, but mostly gibberish so far.

Despite the obvious proximity to her, she had yet to notice the other creature in the room, instead wrapped up in her music, closing her eyes to try to feel the strings better as she plucked at them.

As she plugged in the guitar, he began to wonder if he was mistaken to let her finish. He had hoped she would have some talent but her initial musing sounded like the banging of a complete novice. Sighing, he began to move towards her, contenting himself with a nice, long look at her petite legs and ass as she played.

He was mere steps away when she finally began to play something worthwhile. Pausing, he waited as she began to get more into the music, swaying slightly as she strummed out note after note. Listening to the lonely guitar filter through the hall's speakers, he had a sudden flash on insight. A soft, inaudible chuckle escaped his lips as his eyes roamed over the area. There, standing off to the side of the stage was what he was looking for. A microphone stood attached to a stand, a thin cord running along the ground towards the controls.

Silently, he stood and listened as her fingers plucked away the strings. He soon decided he would keep an eye on this one. It was rare to find any musical talent on this island and he was looking forward to hearing her play. That was for the future, however. For now, he had other, more physical plans for her.

Silently, he closed the remaining few feet between them. Strong arms encircled her as his hands closed upon her's in mid-note. Pulling the guitar into her hips, he forced her body back against his. Behind her ear, his voice was soft and deep as he spoke, "Tell me, do you always play solo?"

Jen had totally lost herself in the music, going into an ozzy song that had been among the first she’d taught herself, paranoid. It was only really when she was playing like this that she was free anymore… her problems and daily stressors lost in the riffs. At least until she’d miss a note.

Or when someone grabbed her from behind. She almost dropped her instrument as strange, inhuman hands gripped around her wrists, feeling another body behind her. Her eyes instantly opened, looking down to see strange, scaled hands holding hers. Which of course drew a scream from her as she tried to run forwards, away from… whatever it was holding her, but to little effect. It had a good hold on her.

“Who… WHAT are you?” she asked, finally catching her breath a little, not answering him exactly.

"A music fan," he responded to her question. Hunching over her, he released her right hand and slid it under her guitar and around her waist. The scaly skin of his face rubbed against her face as he peered over her shoulder, admiring the view of her full breasts as they moved up and down from her heavy breathing. Her tight shirt did nothing to conceal their tantalizing shape.

Pulling her tight against him, his other hand held her wrist tightly, keeping her arm outstretched from her body while he dragged the claws from the hand at her waist up and down her side. The firmness of her stomach hinted at a fabulous body underneath her clothes.

"What's your name, my little musician?"

The girl trembled as he slowly began moving his hands across her body, her form paralyzed with fear. It wasn’t the first creature on this island she couldn’t explain, but she was still scared none the less… perhaps more so because of what the others had done to her. Her tight shirt expanded and contracted over the swell of her impressive chest as she took large, fearful gulps of air, her stomach fluttering and gasping in, away from his claw as it trailed over her curves and slowly up her body.

“I’m… J…Jen…” she got out, voice stuttering wildly.

"Jen. I see. To answer your question, I'm Saur," he rumbled, strands of her brown hair fluttered as his hot breath washed over her ear and neck. His eyes were continually drawn down to her chest as her deep, fearful breathing caused her chest to expand nicely. Underneath his claws, her stomach quivered and shook as he ran his claws up then down her side, eventually settling on her hips where his large hand wrapped around her, strong fingers groping one cheek as he massaged her ass through her jeans.

Wasting no time, his other hand grasped her chin and tilted her head to the side giving his tongue and teeth full access to nip and tease at her throat. "You and I are going to make some noise together, Jen..."

The girl was still unable to move from terror as he began stroking a claw along her slim belly, her scared gasps for breath loud enough for both of them to hear now.

“Please don’t hurt me…” she stammered out, seemingly even more afraid of this monster than the others she had encountered as of yet. Maybe it was the giant claws running along her smooth flesh, or his hot breath wafting across her neck as her head was tilted. It didn’t matter, all she knew was that she was terrified.

“No… no please… just let me go…” she cringed as he nipped at her neck, her body stiffening as she felt the clawed had beginning to knead the flesh of her firm backside.

A chuckling hiss escaped his lips as she stiffened under his groping. He could barely keep his eyes from her chest as her breathing came in huge, gasping breaths now. Releasing her chin, his hand slid down her chest. Two fingers of his hand slid over each of her breasts as he dug the claw of his middle finger into her shirt, cutting a large slit in the tight black garment that extended from just about her cleavage to her stomach.

Staring over her shoulder, he admired the expanding view of her cleavage as he slowly ventilated her shirt. Reaching her stomach, he flattened his palm against her quivering tummy as it continued to slide lower. His other hand slid off her ass as he reached up to her guitar, "We won't be needing this anymore," he said as his dexterous fingers undid the strap and pulled her guitar from her fingers, removing the instrument's false security from her frightened grasp.

Still paralyzed with fear, it was only added to as her assailant began to tear a thin but long rip down her shirt, slowly exposing more and more flesh beneath… nothing covering her large breasts as they heaved in and out with her deep breaths. Her instrument was easily taken from her, though her mind was screaming for her to run, get away, do anything to save herself. Her thin belly fluttered in and out as he pressed against it, feeling herself trapped against him, no escape evident now.

"Let... let go of me... please...?" She asked quietly, her voice high and timid.

"I have a better idea, little rock star." His hand continued to roam down her stomach, sliding over her hips and between her legs before sliding down the inside of her thigh. Strong fingers rubbed along her shapely legs, her tight jeans doing little to hide or protect her. His other hand returned to her chest, one finger dragging between her tits, his claw tracing down her valley as he split her impressive orbs. Reaching the bottom of her cleavage, his hand slid inside her shirt, grasping the underside of her full tit. Lifting slightly, he gauged it's weight as he slid his thumb over her nipple. "Very impressive, Jen. Very impressive..."