He was sure to hit her. He was sure to get her with that hit, it was well placed. It was surprising, it...

It missed.

Somehow at the last minute, the girl sensed reaction from him and as he aimed the tentacles and launched them at the precise moment, the girl shifted to the reverse direction and cart-wheeled to safety.

'Damn, I didn't expect that.' he thought.

Oh, well, when all else fails...

After the failed attempt, he moved back into the shadows before she could even recover from her movement. He moved silently among the shadows, but he moved quickly. A bit of mind games before attacking once more.

" How are you feeling?" He asked the girl.

" Bet you think you could take me on, do you?"

He moved quickly, speaking from different sides of the place so that he could give her the illusion of being in all places at once. He spoke here, then moved there, and vice versa. It worked once...he managed to sneak up on a student that way. But that was a different student, this one seemed a little harder to trick.

However, he managed to move behind her without alarming her.

" I tell you...you're dead wrong." he said, launching quickly from behind the bushes and, as he flew on top of her, aimed for her arms once again.

Jag whirled, trying to keep the lake at her back as it ducked back into the trees. It’s voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, which she knew was just it playing mind games… still it was pretty effective. The water and trees served to bounce the sounds all over and she had a hard time telling which way to face.

“I’m peachy keen, and yeah, I bet I could kick your butt.” She laughed, tension in her voice. It was all false bravado however; she knew she couldn’t take that thing alone… but maybe if she could…

… Something was flying from behind her. She only had time to whirl and bring her arms up in defense, realizing too late that it was, in fact, aiming for her arms. She had only helped it.

" Gotcha!" the monster said, smiling devilishly.

With the girl in that position, he quickly raised her and binded her arms together. To add insult to injury, the monster taunted the girl.

" Tsk, tsk..." he said, shaking his head." It could've been something of a fight, but alas...you were subdued too quick."

He looked menacing in the moonlight, tentacles now flailing behind him and giving the illusion that he was much wider than he usually was. It just served to make him look like a wide monster, rather than his usual sleek self. He walked towards the area where she was lifted from and looked up at her, helpless in her position, with her arms raised up.

" Now...where was I?" he mockingly scratched his head." Oh...yes, of course."

He started to snake two tentacles towards her, and started to rub all over her body.

" Let's see that body of yours..." he said, toying with the girl's lower buttons, on her blouse.

Jag shrieked as her hands were bound and lifted in a split second, faster than any human could react. She hung rather uncomfortably, her arms above her, chest forced up and out, straining against the shirt. Even as he began to walk close to her, she knew she was in deep trouble. Whatever this thing planned to do with her, it wasn’t going to be pretty. More and more tentacles were growing from the thing, making it seem even more monstrous than it truly was.

Unfortunately two more tentacles preceded him by a bit, and then began twisting at her shirt, trying to unbutton it further. Two of the buttons had been opened by the time he got to her, looking up at her like a fish on a line, admiring his catch. Her stomach was visible now, and the swell of her full mounds was almost fully visible though the open shirt.

She said nothing, waiting until he was closer… and as soon as she could, brought her foot up in a kick to his jaw line. Her kick didn’t exactly follow through, and she didn’t even see what kind of effect she had on him… she was too busy wincing in pain. It felt like she broke her foot, it was as if she had kicked a rock.

“Bloody… son of a… let me down… ya bastard…” she cursed between breaths, her foot in utter pain for the moment.

SHROK!!

His head snapped back as she kicked him. Good kick, he thought...he actually fell unconscious for a split second...but she would have to do much, much more than that to actually knock him off.

He snapped his head back into position, held his jaw with his hand, and snapped it back to position. -snapt- went his jaw, and he gnawed and gnawed in open air just to see if his jaw was back to normal.

" Hmm..." He said, looking up to her, with arms folded." Now why would you do that? We need to do something about that habit of yours..."

Quick as a flash the girl found herself furthermore bound by two tentacles that attached themselves to her ankles. They held her feet tight, and was slowly opening it wide. One lashed at the knot that kept her towel on, and in a few minutes her shapely legs came into view.

" See that..." he said, looking longingly at her legs...and that area between them. " Now why would you go and hide that?"

Jag got her hopes up for a minute when she finally looked down at him, feeling his grip loosen a bit…

But then it was back as tight as ever, two more tentacles wrapping around the teen’s ankles, spreading them apart slowly, forcefully, no matter how much she fought it. Her towel’s knot was pulled loose and the fabric fell away from her, only her bikini held up by tied spaghetti straps covered her lower half now. The moonlight reflecting off the pool cast a slight glow over her shapely thighs as they were spread.

“Let me go you pervert…” she practically growled, her eyes seething with fury at this humiliation, being studied like a piece of meat.

She continued to struggle, her chest occasionally popping through the open shirt for a better view of her large bosom, hidden only by the small blue swimsuit.

" Ah...yes...hmm..."

This was the only thing the monster could say as his tentacles greedily slithered on every available piece of exposed skin, leaving behind red marks from his suckers. His tentacles have seemingly come alive, slithering all over the girl's body, save for those little places where she had clothes on.

But soon enough, the monster's mind changed from being content with this actions to wanting more.

A tentacle moved upwards and slowly began to open the girl's remaining buttons, beginning to slowly rid her of her last remaining teaser. After this there will be no more shred of clothing, 'cept for her skimpy bikini attire.

" Heh-heh-heh...what a morsel..." the monster said, taunting the girl some more.

Jag let out a disgusted moan as its tentacles drifted over her body, tiny suction cups attaching and pulling at her young flesh wherever there was skin to be had. Her breasts jiggled slightly as it pulled at what wasn’t covered by her small bikini. Mostly though it felt over her legs, kneading and almost massaging the teen’s taut thighs, her strong legs firm under its feelers.

So distracted was she by this mix of pain and disturbing sensation, that she didn’t notice at first as it began to pick at the few remaining buttons on her shirt, only realizing what it was doing as the sheer blouse fell open to give a full view of the bulge of her young, firm breasts, as well as her strong, curved stomach.

There was still too much clothing, so he thought of maybe taking it off too...but there was a more fun way of taking them off.

" Tell you what..." He said, letting her down, clad only in her skimpy swimwear, her luscious body basking under the pale moonlight.

" Here's the deal...I'll let you go nice-like now."

As an insurance, he slowly let go of her arms and legs, save for one of her legs which he kept bound, lest she get some bright ideas and try to get free.

" We'll fight...you get the chance to knock me out, or maybe hurt me bad. It depends." He said, arms folded and enjoying every bit of the deal he was putting out." As for me though...I won't hurt you."

His tentacle started to point at her as he spoke.

" The only thing I'm going to do is I'm going to try and take your remaining pieces of clothing one by one before you can even knock me out."

" When I get hurt, you go free. BUt if you get naked before you hurt me bad...you're mine."

Then he released her.

" Fair, isn't it? You get to hurt me bad...I only get to see you naked." He gave her a sly wink.

The girl thanked whatever deity was looking over her as it set her down. As it spoke, thoughts bubbled through her head. You should run Jag… you’re not gonna hurt that thing… just run away…

She kept telling herself that over and over, and yet, somehow, for whatever reason, she found herself putting her fists up in front of her face again, probably looking absolutely ridiculous in her revealing bathing suit, ready for a fight.

“Fair enough…” she muttered, kicking at the tentacle around her leg as he finally released her. The redhead circled him for a bit, trying to analyze him and find some kind of weakness. Finally she charged at him, covering the short distance between them in a heartbeat, at the last second ducking and sending a foot in a wide sweep, trying to take his knees out from under him.

He seemed to have tripped, leaping up in the air after the move. She must've thought she'd won.

But no.

He leapt into the air and did a somersault just above her, landing behind her and ducking down. He tapped her arm as he landed, and then did some more somersaults until he could get away from her...a pretty far distance.

" Very good." He said. " Let's see if you are up to the challenge."

He charged quickly, and before the girl could blink he was in front of her, up, and in a few seconds was behind her again. This time though, he did not tap her.

Instead his hand found one of the loose strings tying her bikini top, and pulled it off. One of her straps fell down, and her right breast threatened to go out into the open view, and perhaps, in full view of the monster's eyes.

" One down." he grinned. " three more to go."

He stood straight, remained still, looking at the girl, and motioned for her to come closer to him. " Another chance...come on."

Jag grinned for a second; before her brain could realize she hadn’t actually hit him… he had jumped. Before she could blink he was behind her, tapping her on the shoulder like some 5 year old trying to drive her insane. “You bastard!” she yelled in frustration, swinging again but missing, the thing jumping around her.

As it passed by her a final time, she felt a slight pressure, and then a lack of any, on her back, and one strap of her bra fell slightly. The girl caught it before it could reveal anything, but then glanced at him for a second. She withdrew her hand and let the strap fall down, her young tit on full display for him. Maybe it would at least distract him long enough for her to get a hold of him.

She lashed out again, this time with a weaker but much faster right hook to his jaw.

He smiled as the strap threatened to fall down, and bring along one half of the covering top with it. She caught it before the second it fell, but soon she looke at him, and made it fall down. That was the time when he saw the full glory of what he had been aiming for in the first place...the full, unobstructed view of her young breast.

He was mesmerized as he observed it...slightly tan, topped with caramel colored buttons of joy, slightly darkening as time passes. He perceived it as reaction to the kisses of air it had felt for the first time, and he drooled.

But without warning she moved. Quite fast for someone with an exposed breast. And she wheeled around, and the last thing he saw before the impact was a fist heading straight for his jaw...

SMAK! The fist found its mark.

She smiled, feeling joy that at last he was hit, but she was met with laughter.

The monster was laughing as her fist was on his face, no visible mark found on his face. " That was a punch, huh?" he said between laughs." Nice, nice...but you have to do a little more than that."

The girl grinned as her first blow connected, though her expression soured as it started laughing even before she could follow up with another. It was laughing at her! This only made Jag even madder, her exposed breast and her covered one rising and falling faster with each breath.

“Fine… how about this?” she growled before throwing a quick right hook. She used the momentum to keep her body going and bring her foot up to his head in a follow up attack should the first connect. Her young chest hurt slightly as her breast bounced freely, but she pushed it from her mind and concentrated on the attack.

Her foot and fist make for a deadly combination, but the only thing it left on the monster was a stinging sensation. The scales somehow did something to deaden the impact, and the monster laughed again.

" Come on... you call that a hit?" he said, brushing the girl's hits off as quickly as they landed on him.

When the girl's movements became faster he felt somehow she was gaining a bit of confidence. Large as he is, he knew he wasn't immortal. Sooner or later a lucky hit may connect, one that may knock him out. When that happens he might have come here for naught.

He had to end this soon, and on his own terms.

Soon, he's read the girl's patterns and was evading blows, trying to get away using impressive bends, somersaults and brush-offs. But the girl was persistent. Maybe it was her youth, but she never seemed to tire...or did she? Her breasts seemed to jiggle even more higher, bounce even more madder.

She was having difficulty getting her second wind.

Let her get distracted, he thought. Sooner than he thought she was distracted alright. And in this short window, he jumped behind her...and used a small tendril from his back to draw the remaining string binding her top to her body. And when he landed behind her, he waited for something to pop out as he was sure he's gotten her top off just like that.

" Now let's see those pop out." He said, sticking a tongue out at her.