Kanoe covers her ears to little effect as the shriek pierces through her being. It left her dazed and shaky as she tries to walk towards the metal shelves. She thought her heart had stopped when that thing made that awful sound. That person was no human and apparently could control tentacles. She shudders, knowing that the thing on her body was one of those tentacle things.

The thing was still for the moment. She went to the side of the metal shelf. Spidery words of magic leave her lips as darkness from the room itself began to swirl into her hand, forming black orb that seemed to absorb all light. Kanoe lets out a sharp cry as she slams the orb into the side of the shelf. The orb bursts in a large force, attempting to knock it over infront of the door. The dark witch shuts her eyes as she grabs her wrist. Pain shot through her entire hand and up her arm, it felt like it was slammed against a brickwall dozens of times. She needed to keep thing away from her for now. Escape was not an option in this room, she can only hope to outlast the vile thing.

The shriek died down as she stumbled for the shelves and incanted her spell. The sphere of darkness slammed into them, making them rattle before they crashed noisily across the doorway! The creature stumbled back, moving out of sight, and she could hear it slam against the walls and roll against the ground.

The tongues of flame outside lit up the room, letting her see the piles of boxes, the other shelves; this room seems loaded with crap, but none of it useful except to throw or hide behind. The orange flickers cast shadows about, but she pays them no heed; what's more relevant is the fire seems to be being slowly hammered out by the frantic flopping and rolling on the other side of the shelf.

Finally, it's dark again... silent as the grave. But she hears nothing either, no sound of movement. Is it dead? Or playing possum?

The witch slumps up against the pain. Her body shudders in a mixture of pain and fear. Pain throbs and sears through her entire arm to the point of nearly going numb. She shuts her eyes, biting down hard on her lip to keep herself from screaming along with the monster. God, she hopes her arm isn't broken from that spell. Her body was sweating slightly from excertion. Two spells at such a level and in quick succession took a toll on her body.

She blinks back tears as she takes a look around the room from her corner. Trapped, she figured as much. She may have blocked the creatures way in but she also blocked the only way out. Every shriek and slam she heard sent shivers down her spine. Her spell seemed to hurt the creature alot. That only made her want the creature to reach her even less now. The sounds slowly died out. Did she actually kill the thing? Even if a very small part of her wanted to, she had no way to look with the door blocked. Kanoe grits her teeth as another wave of pain runs through her arm. If it is dead, she will have to push those heavy shelves out of the way and will still have to find a way out of here. Something tells her no one really comes down here to check on things. She was all alone. Well almost alone...

With a long sigh, Kanoe slams her back up against the wall in an attempt to crush the vile thing still latched to her.

The thrashing and struggling had stopped, and for a few moments it was just quiet except for the popping noises of burning flesh and the sounds of flickering flames. The smell was awful, like burning tires mixed with meat, and the pain lancing through her did not help her feelings of discomfort. It was almost enough to forget abut the creature still latched to her...

But she hadn't forgotten it completely. Shoving against the wall, she can feel the tail end squashing against the cement. It flailed about in agony in her panties, squirming and contorting as half of it was squashed flat... and then finally it stopped moving.

Then, with a crash, the metal shelving flipped over! Something shot through the darkness, and a sleek long ivory tentacle snaked around her behind waist! She was pulled forwards, send staggering into more boxes as the looping tentacle tried to pull her closer and wrap around her, but it's awkward attempt falls short of the mark, instead tossing her forwards. A low, pained growl was heard from the open doorway...

"Nngh!"

It felt absolutely disgusting squishing that thing that was attached to her lower back. Kanoe trembles but did not move from the wall not even when the vile thing stopped squirming. The woman was quivering in a mixture of pain and fear. Her heart was racing as adrenaline pumped through her body. She finally took a deep breath, letting it all out in a long sigh.

Her eyes grow wide in horror as the shelves flip over. The loud crash of metal hitting concrete echoes and rings throughout the open room. Before she could regain her senses, Kanoe felt something wrap around her and throw her towards the other side of the room. She screams in pain and shock as her body collides into a pile of boxes. What was in the boxes exactly she did not know but they ranged from hard to really hard. Her entire body ached. Kanoe shakes her head as she tries to get her bearings and get out of the pile of cardboard and miscellanious equipment. Whatever that thing was, it just knocked over a full metal shelf with ease. Her night was far from over.

Pain lancing through her arms, she manages to clamber up over the boxes that have collapsed around her and get to her feet. But by then, it's too late; even as she regains her footing, a slick tentacle snaked around her right wrist, jerking her forwards painfully a suckers clamped around her skin. Another snared her opposite ankle, scooping her off the ground now as her center of balance was shifted backwards.

"Ok... that actually hurt girl. I commend you for that... but it means I'm going to have to take my time now." A flicker of light was seen from the hallway, and a lantern-flashlight cast pale light and long shadows throughout the room. He obviously didn't need it to see; it was so she could see her attacker.

The young man had short blonde hair and a skinny, slim build. His clothes were simple, a white shirt and slacks, and his casual and small appearance contradicted the nature of the mass of ivory tentacles rippling and dancing behind him, several of which had seized the beautiful woman's limbs.

"I'll give you one chance to apologize..." He says with a dark growl, an eyebrow raised at her. He had hand-picked this delicious and gorgeous woman and had stalked her for some time... but he hadn't expected her to be quite so dangerous! He should have paid closer attention... from now on, he'll be sure to pay... intimately close attention to every part of her...

Kanoe stumbles out of the pile of boxes, standing up on wobbling legs. She had no time to recover as she felt something grab her wrist and pulls her forward. The woman tried to maintain her balance but it did little as another tendril binds her ankle. The young woman was lifted off the floor like she was just a mere doll. She pulls and tugs at her bonds as more tendrils arrive to bind her limbs. Using such large spells in a short time was leaving her fatigued and even weaker than before. The woman hissed in pain as the tendrils tighten around her wrist, reminding her about the side effects of using her dark magic.

The witch was panting softly as she lets herself hang in the air. Her eyes had refocused after being tossed about the room and notices the light coming down the hall. The man, the thing, the whatever it is was still alive. Kanoe's eyes widen as she sees this skinny man. His clothes were not even singed. He claimed that her attack hurt him but she did not see any damage. She gazes at the countless tentacles waving behind the man. Forgetting her predicament, her eyes narrow at the sight. Shokushu lets things like this in the school? This must be why students fear being sent to this basement, assuming that's where they were. His growl sent a shiver down her spine. Pissing him off again was not something she should do right now. At least not until she recovers more.

"My apologies," She says softly, trying to keep calm despite her pounding heart, "What did you expect me to do saying those horrible things and lashing out at me with those.. Where am I and why am I here?"

The smell of burning tires and flesh still assaulted her nose faintly, and she could see a bit of a glow behind and beyond the tentacles as whatever she fried continued to smolder.

The young man looked untouched indeed, standing there with a sour expression on his face. He had said it hurt... but he didn't seem damaged himself. Was he just teasing her? Or something else?

His expression twisted to one of mild surprise at her words... and he began to giggle. "What? What's this, are you apologizing?" He laughs and waves a hand dismissively, still giggling. "Oh... that's really sweet of you! But it's not like it was uncalled for... I really was going to do some dastardly things. That's why I brought you down here... for privacy." He grins darkly at her, then shrugs and chuckles to himself.

"I guess you just caught me by surprise. It's my own fault, really." His grin turns to a smirk, apparently directed at himself. "Well... that doesn't mean I can let you get away with that, though. I like feisty, but that was just... rude. I suppose I deserve it, for trying to 'terrify' for a change."

She's brought forwards closer, his eyes roaming over her, a smile growing on his face as he takes in her beautiful shape, tantalizingly hidden by her clothes, once again. Tentacles slid across her arms, spiraling around them to seize them tightly, and then others moved alongside those to push into her sleeves, beginning to caress her shoulders...

"But you deserve special treatment... I thought you were special ever since I first laid eyes on you. So! I'll let you make a last request! If it sounds like something... appropriate, I'll grant it. If not... well, I'll have to ad-lib my own in... so choose caaa~refuu~lly!" He grins again, enjoying the situation immensely.

The smoldering fumes were nearly making her gag as she coughs softly. She was not sure if this place was even ventilated. But, she doubts she will be lucky enough to black out from the fumes. This thing would probably still do horrible things to her unconcious body anyway. He seemed amused with her response and even took her apology seriously. He even admitted that he was going to do things to her.

Her arms and legs try to pull away but it was no use, the thing was holding her up like a twig. She cringes as she feels the slimy things wrap and slither up her arms. Ugh, this was digusting. But, her aching body was now bound. There was no way for Kanoe to channel another spell before these tentacles react and subdue her. Her eyes narrow at the offer of making a final request. Appropriate to a monster was most likely a short list. She could ask for her freedom and he will just deny it. If she asks for something else, he will mock her saying he would have granted freedom. This was just a cruel way to dangle hope infront of the woman's face. The witch frowns, she was not amused.

"Release me and never bother me again," She says coldly.

She saw him pull off a plastic cover from one box with several tentacles, snapping it a little in the air to chase out the fumes. As he worked, he hummed to himself a little like a housewife working dust off a rug might. Finally he turned back to her, tossing the plastic aside and looking her up and down again while she was held akimbo and spread out in the air.

"That's your request?" He blinks a few times, though he was smiling still. "Oh my, my... such a cold woman. I think you need a good... thawing. I'm afraid I can't take that request. You might blast me again!" He admonishes, shaking a finger at her.

"Well... how about this then..." The tentacles holding her ankles loosened, then let go, letting her legs dangle in the air. "I'll make a request from you... and if you don't carry through with it, I'll have to... punish you for it. But if you do, you can make another request from me." As he spoke, tentacles flicked along her legs, teasing her calves before descending and working over her ankles and the top of her feet, tickling the skin.

"So tell me, how many times have you had yourself seized by some malicious thing here? How many times have you had to take some horrid thing inside of you?" He tickled along her toes now, smirking and watching her cold expression. Others began to poke and prod through her clothes, as if examining where to tease next...

Kanoe closes her legs together once they were released. She kept her stolid appearance, not wishing to show any signs of fear or weakness to this strange monster. As long as she fulfilled his requests, she is allowed to make another. Seems like a game of quid pro quo though she doesn't really have the option to refuse like he does. She had no choice but to play the foolish game and hope that perhaps there is a request that it will comply to.

The first request seemed strange as it was more of a question than anything else. Kanoe moves her legs, trying to avoid the tentacles that teased her pale skin. She clenches her jaw as more tentacles began to slither into her nightgown. They were all equally slimey and disgusting causing her to shiver as her clothes became completely soaked in the strange fluid. A sharp 'tch' leaves her lips as she moves her feet away from the tickling tendrils. She hated how sensitive her body can be. It was making it difficult to think about the question. She had been taken by monsters before. But when she tries to think of how many, her mind came to alot of blanks. She had been confused the past few days, not remembering why she had certain items etc.

"Five...I believe I've been taken five times," She says softly, trying to remain calm answering such a question.

"Only?" He looked surprised, shaking his head in amazement. The tentacles slid and squirmed across her skin, teasing her under the nightgown slowly. They gradually slid up to her breasts, teasing around the shape of her bosom without ever brushing them. Similarly, ones began to tease along her inner thigh, coming close, but never quite touching her netherlips. It was a dance, a dare, a game of it's own.

"Is there anything you want me to do...?" He arches a brow, speaking a touch lower... huskily, as one finally brushed along the underside of her right breast. It was a disturbing tone of voice, but phrased in such a way as to make her quite aware of her sensitive skin, and the slimy feeling the things left on her body. But he hardly expected her to cave in... no, the opposite reaction is what he was waiting for. The teasing of mind and body had begun.

Only? That was not very reassuring. She can only guess others have been raped much more than her. Kanoe quivers as the slimey tentacles glide up her thighs and around inside her gown. An angry scowl showed that the witch was not pleased with his games. Her gown was completely soaked in the disgusting slime. The cool feel causes her to shiver as some of the tendrils grew bolder, stroking just under her breasts.

A gentle tingle ran through her chest as the tendrils brush just barely against her pale orbs. The fluids soak into her bra, cooling her nipples causing them to harden slightly. She clenches her jaw in annoyance at the creature's tone. What she wanted was simple.

"Stop touching me," She says evenly.

"Oh! Close... but I can't let you go, so I can't stop touching you." He chuckles darkly, tentacles still sliding over her stomach. Finally the first of them curled up, lifting up under her left breast, hefting the mound upwards and beginning to roll it about gently. Her other tit experienced the same a moment later, it's touch gentle and coaxing... for now.

Others were slipping and sliding over her thighs, grinding between her legs and tickling along her ass. Her wet nightgown was plastered to her body... for only a moment longer. Other tentacles flexed, pulling out, and her clothes were stretched and torn apart! Just like that, she was bared before him.

"...mmm... why are you here? How did you end up in this hellish school?" His eyes narrowed as he watched her, timing his next step with her answer, squeezing and tugging at her breasts, suction cups beginning to clasp to her sensitive skin...

She gasps, now squirming against her writhing bonds. This thing was toying with her. It was never going to let her go. The tendrils were squeezing and rolling her orbs slowly. The tingling warmth grew as her breasts began to firm up. Kanoe could only shut her eyes, her head screaming at her body to stop. But she cursed her sensitive body and chest.

The woman squeaks in shock as her nightgown was torn from her body. She was wearing a black bra and panties, both soaked in the vile slime. Her cheeks flush in embarassment and rage as she glares down at the creature. Seems answering his questions was delaying the inevitable. What else could she do though? She was not fond of finding out what not answering would cause. Kanoe takes a deep breath, doing her best to remain calm despite her horrible situation.

"Parents...they wanted to rid themselves of a troublesome child," She says softly, "What will it take for me to get out of here?"

She might as well make her request a question as well and cut right to the chase.