Morning of her second day of class. Monica's alarm went off a half-hour earlier than necessary to complete her normal routine of getting to class just as the bell rings. However, sitting through the EXTREMELY boring English class that would begin each school day here at Shokushu had convinced her that she needed the best seat in the room if she was going to survive. She needed to sit in the back, next to the window, and daydream. And, if this school's students were anything like the ones she knew back in Los Angeles, then that meant she would have to get to class early.

She snapped off her alarm and rolled her eyes as her roommate tossed and turned, still in bed. She had barely spoken to the girl since moving in, and knew nothing about her. Monica strolled up the hall to the bathrooms shared with the entire floor of girls, and entered one of the shower stalls. She cleaned herself quickly, lathering with her soap scented with nutmeg and cinnamon. As she cleaned herself, she considered for what seemed like the millionth time whether she should shave between her legs. She never had before, and was a little afraid to, although she would never admit her. Her hair there was dark and curly and thick, and she loved to run her fingers through it...

No time for that now! The best seat in the class could be taken! Monica brushed her shoulder-length raven hair and followed up with nutmeg-and-cinnamon scented body spray. She put on her hated uniform, grabbed her bag, and practically ran to class.

She got the seat she wanted, but now she felt pretty dumb. There was no one else there - not even the teacher! She slumped in her chair, trying to get the top buttons of her blouse to stay closed. There was still twenty minutes before anyone was likely to arrive. She looked out the window and sighed, waiting.

20 minutes until class began? Unfortunately for poor Monica, this classroom was already sealed. The teacher, and the students, wouldn't be coming here at all. Considering the entire purpose of this island, the teachers were... more than accommodating. While the room seemed to be empty, and deserted, that wasn't the case at all. Antipode was there, invisible, his many tentacles scattered throughout the room, preparing for his orders.

Antipode examined this girl. He'd seen her before, and believed he recalled her name. Monica, yes. Spending several days examining all of the new students before choosing to strike had definitely paid off. She looked quite different than most of the other students, her phenotypes a rather unique set. He was always amazed by the amount of variety in these human alleles. Hair of practically all colors, skin from black to white, body shape varying wildly... it spoke of a very healthy and varied species.

No matter. Antipode was quite pleased with what he'd found here. He noticed she still seemed slightly moist. Having just recently cleaned herself? Regardless, it was time to stop observing, and time to act. A number of tentacles (still invisible, for the approach) slithered towards the girl. Some from above, some from the sides. He knew how to keep them from escaping, with rather minimal effort.

Monica would feel something brush against her leg. In the moment that this distracted her, her wrists would be quickly seized by Antipode's careful tendrils. They felt cool to the touch, fleshy, somewhat moist. The tendrils which seized her were no longer invisible, though the rest of him was not. After all, he was quite horrifying to look at, especially in the moment of surprise.

As Monica sat carefully following the journey of a squirrel though a tree outside, she felt something brush against her ankle.

"Eee!" She jumped in her desk, looking down to see what it was. There was nothing there. Before she could calm her heart, however, she experienced the strangest sensation - it was like something cool, damp, and almost alive was wrapping around her wrists!

She looked, uncomprehending, as she saw what appeared to be two...tentacles? wrapped around her wrists. She was too confused to be frightened, at this point. They didn't seem to be hurting her, but she had no idea where they had come from, or what was going on.

She stood up very slowly, not taking her eyes from the strange attachments. She began to move her hands towards her backpack, searching for a pen to use as a weapon, waiting to see what the tentacles would do in response.

Now, Antipode let her stand up. In fact, the position was much, much easier to work with than her sitting in that blasted school chair. But when she reached for her backpack, he wasn't going to allow that. Her hand were gently, but inevitably, pulled up, above her head. She wasn't going to be able to reach it, even if she struggled. It was then that new tendrils wrapped around her ankles, making clear that she was trapped.

Several larger tentacles wrapped around her waist, moving under the school blouse, wrapping specifically around the flesh of her stomach itself. If the rest hadn't clarified her situation, this would. They were soft, though, and she wasn't being hurt in the least. After all, that wasn't his goal.

Hello, Monica. The voice was entering her mind... not through any of her senses, but directly, like one of her own thoughts. But it wasn't her own thought. It felt slightly alien, slightly unusual. My name is Antipode. Please don't freak out, as I'm not here to hurt you. Well, other things, yes, but not hurt you!

Monica gasped as she felt the tentacles force her arms up above her head, forcing her round breasts against the fabric of her white blouse. Another blasted button came undone. The Latina struggled to move her arms, but she couldn't even budge them.

While she was focusing on her arms, other tentacles went to work! Soon her ankles were both trapped as well, and then a larger, more disturbing appendage slid around her soft waist, settling around her stomach.

Monica was breathing hard, and was very disturbed. She wanted to call for help, but what would she say? What words could describe this situation? Her English was failing her in her moment of panic, and all that came into her head was a confused jumble of Spanish and English phrases.

A voice intruded into her head. It felt like someone was sticking something inside of her ear, right into her brain! She shook her head side to side to try and dislodge the intrusion, but it was impossible: it wasn't physical in nature.

The voice was trying to be reassuring, but Monica could barely comprehend what is was saying. "No, please! No hurt me! Please let me go way!"

She was babbling now, in broken English, as she tried to move her arms and legs with all her might.

Antipode took a moment. Ahh. She had several different forms of language under her control... and the one used primarily on this island, English, was not her best. Particularly not during times of stress. Well, it didn't take long before he figured out her language, and so he began to use that instead. After all, hearing something in her native language would probably do a better job of reassuring her.

(It's alright. I know it's disturbing you, but don't be afraid.) The language he was using was Spanish. And he spoke it... or thought it, or whatever, fluently. Well, he did now, anyway. He continued on, and she would feel an emotion. It wasn't her own... it was his, entering her mind. Reassurance. A feeling of absolutely no malevolent intent whatsoever.

(Monica. Listen to me. I will not hurt you, or cause you any pain. I'm an alien, I suppose you could say. And, well, I quite enjoy the pleasure of human females. See? All I intend you is to drive you to the highest pleasure I can... I'm sure you can appreciate that, yes?)

She probably wouldn't believe him, or anything like that. Well, he might as well show he a preview. In her mind would appear an image. Several images. Other girls, and their states at the end of Antipode's... ministrations. She'd realize, as it wasn't just an image, but a shadow of the girls' feelings, that what was going to happen would feel very, very good.

Yet even showing her, he didn't start. Not yet, anyway. The tendrils around her were waiting. He needed her calm, needed her to acquiesce more completely, before beginning. It made it so much easier that way.

Confusion and fear ruled Monica's thoughts as the creature started inserting phrases in Spanish into her brain. It told her it was an alien, but all she could think was that this must be a devil or a demon. Not able to deal with the situation rationally, she had retreated to the stories she had heard from her ultra-Catholic grandmother, about evil creatures sent to test and tempt girls. The stories had come true!

The thing offered her pleasure, and images and feelings of other girls, some she even recognized from classes, in states of complete enjoyment and satisfaction. Monica felt the tickle of temptation in her mind (and elsewhere on her body), as she began to think about how sexually frustrated she had been since coming to this school...

No! Think of what your grandmother used to tell you!, Monica screamed at herself. She shook her curly black hair violently, and said aloud, "Let me go, diablo! I do not want anything to do with you!"

As angry as her words were, Monica could not help but notice a damp feeling between her legs. The images had some effect on her, but she would be strong!

Diablo? Well, that wasn't what he was at all! Even so, Antipode believed he knew what she was talking about. As if he was some kind of demon, here to tempt her for some anti-religious reason... well, whatever she said, her body responded differently... and that tended to be a better hint than their words, anyway.

( Well, you misunderstand, but there's not much I can do to change that, now is there? In reality, I am going to sexually stimulate you until you fall unconscious. There's no attempt to seduce you involved, no battle to corrupt you, or any of that rot. I know how to do it, it will happen, and I'm sure whatever gods you believe in will forgive you for something that's completely out of your control.

To emphasize that last portion, his tendrils moved in to act. Monica would feel the moist, soft tendrils begin to trace up and down her legs... particularly, up to her inner thighs, before retreating. Others would slip inside of her blouse, rubbing up against her actual flesh, lightly massaging her, but... nowhere touching her most sensitive spots. Well, not yet anyway.

Now... I'm a very accommodating creature. I'm sure you have some preferences in this regard. So, any request you give, I'll try to fulfill. Would you prefer me not to penetrate certain orifices? Do any particular actions, or positions, or fulfill some specific fantasy of yours? Fold up your clothes or take you home when you're done? Do tell, I'm all ears, as your species says.

Monica grew a little calmer at the creature's repeated reassurances, and started to think that she might be able to escape from his clutches. It was difficult to focus her mind, however, as tentacles began to trace her soft and slightly chubby thighs under her skirt. She jerked a little in surprise and fear, but could not possibly escape while he was holding her. Other apendages entered the top and bottom of her blouse, staying away from her breasts but touching her everywhere else in a way that may her both pant and cringe simultaneously.



Monica almost yelled at him to please keep away from her mouth, since she had a severe fear of being gagged or made unable to speak in any way, and had never given oral. She bit her tongue, however, not wanting to reveal anything that could be used against her. She tried to think of a way to trick the creature into letting her go, so she could run for the door.

"Please...please let me get undressed on my own. Let me go so I can take off my clothes myself. That's what I want."

She was about to say something... and then started with something else, completely different. Undress herself? Well... sure, he wouldn't mind doing so. Of course, her attempts to flee would fail, but perhaps she didn't realize the situation she was in, did she?

As you wish, human Monica. You can undress yourself. But there was something else you wanted to say. And since I don't wish to make you feel uncomfortable... it might be best to say it.

The tendrils actually let her go! Her arms and legs were freed, her thighs no longer were rubbed, her body no longer teased by his tendrils... she was completely free. Well, in a sense. He allowed her, then, to see his other tentacles, several dozen seemingly endless limbs, arrayed around her so completely that escape would seem impossible.

"No, it's nothing," Monica said, refusing to listen to the creature's advice.


She was breathing hard as the tentacles released her, and it felt good to be free of their caresses for at least a moment. She tried desperately to think of a plan. What could she do? The door...no, there were far too many tentacles over there. Maybe...the window? They were on the ground floor, and it was open on the bottom...perhaps she could slip out of it and run before the creature captured her?

Monica felt a brief moment of exhilaration vanish in a puff as she saw just how many of the creatures tentacles filled the room. They were everywhere! They hung from the walls and ceiling and were strewn across the floor - she was practically in a cage!

She reached for her skirt and started to pull it down, and then ran for the window! She managed to get her upper half out of the small crack, but her bottom was another story. Her hips and ass were the widest part of her body, and they were proving difficult to squeeze out the window! Oh no!

Monica screamed as loud as she could with her head out the window. Back inside the room, she kicked her legs and her skirt bounced, revealing her generous ass and white panties.

Antipode let her try to run. She wasn't going to escape or anything, he wouldn't allow it. But, he had to make her as certain of it as he was. He moved, partly, outside of the classroom, tentacles appearing in front of her face. It seemed, then, that he could move fairly quickly, couldn't he?

Need some help? We can do this outside if you'd prefer. Was that what you were going to ask? It was a joke. He was teasing her, knowing what she was really doing. And the affectionate sarcasm would be obvious in his voice, still speaking in that fluent Spanish of his.

However... this position was rather amusing. Monica would feel tendrils moving back to her legs, wrapping, easily, around each of the two limbs, slowly moving up her legs until they reached her thighs. One tentacle moved to her ass, and actually began coping a feel, so to speak, through the fabric! Her trapped form made it so easy to toy with her, and toy he did...

Her skirt was hiked up by another tentacle, even as the one at her panties slipped inside of the fabric. He wasn't going to remove her clothes just yet, but shed' feel the soft, moist, flexible flesh of the tentacle moving around her ass, before moving down, to her thighs. He avoided her sex for now, but the actions were obvious.

Sorry! It's fun to tease. But seriously, would you like some help getting out of there?

The thing continued to talk to her in its disturbingly friendly voice, offering to help her out of her embarrassing situation. Combined with its words, though, were frightening actions. Two tentacles began to move around her legs and thighs, and Monica attempted to cry out again and kick her legs. She gasped as an appendage began to grope her large ass, and she shook and squirmed with all her might, causing her impressive posterior to shake magnificently.

She let out a soft cry of frustration at her inability to get free as the creature's tendrils began to explore underneath her panties. She felt cool air on her ass as her skirt was lifted, and she shuddered as the creature stroked her meaty cheeks and thighs. Tears of fright and humiliation were forming in the corner of her eyes. The creature's polite words were only making the situation more confusing and frustrating, as she kept feeling herself wanting to submit. She wasn't going to let this thing do this to her!

"Leave me alone, you monster! I am not your friend, or your toy!"

She pushed herself back in the room violently, tearing several buttons from her blouse. She landed on her padded bottom with a thud, sitting directly atop a tentacle!

It was unfortunate (from her perspective, anyway) that she landed where she did, for not only did she land on top of a tentacle, the other tendrils were quickly able to wrap around the young woman's limbs and torso, securing her tightly, so that any form of escape would be practically impossible. Certainly so for her level of strength.

Now was the time, Antipode decided, to simply stimulate the girl until she submitted. As much as he loved talking to them, he figured the best way with this one was example... the example of intense, unyielding pleasure. The tendril she had fallen on, which stayed there, on her ass, promptly slipped inside of her panties. She could feel the strange, fleshy texture, soft and moist and cool, as the appendage moved to her most personal locations.

It moved down between her asscheeks, but avoided that hole entirely, moving up quickly between her legs. She would feel the thing slithering up, and as it slithered she'd feel it move up against her sex... but that wasn't it's goal, as it was moving even farther. Soon, finally, she'd feel the tendril, which was already touching her most intimate spots so brazenly, rub up against her little clitoris. The soft, wet tip began rubbing lightly over her nub, with the expert grace of a skilled lover. It seemed it had begun, regardless of her attempts to escape.

Monica let out a distressed cry as tendrils quickly wrapped around her legs and arms, holding her in her seated position, with her legs out in front of her and spread wide. She squirmed frantically, trying to get up, but all she succeeded in doing was rubbing her lushly padded posterior all over the tentacle she was seated on.

The Latina let out a fearful (and, embarrassingly, lusty) moan as the tentacle underneath her began to explore beneath her panties. Her breasts heaved with her nervous pants as it moved over her hairy pussy, its strange texture sending chills through her.

"Ai!" she yelped loudly as the tip of the tentacle began to touch her most sensitive spot! She couldn't stop squirming now, even though that was only making things worse! She had always had a very sensitive clitoris, which got quite large when stimulated. Right now it was still mostly hidden inside its fleshy hood, but she could feel her body start to respond, despite her fears.

"No!" she cried, "Stop it!"