Lucrecia squirmed more, attempting to break free from her confines before she lost what little dignity remained to her as her skirt slid steadily further down her legs, revealing more and more of her flesh and panties.

However, somehow, whenever she found a small opening that could give her a chance to slip free from her captor's tendrils, the gap was blocked or the hold tightened, keeping her firmly tied down.

She sucked in a breath to scream bloody murder when she felt one of those almost-invisible tentacles grab her skirt, her attempts to escape becoming more frantic as panic started to take hold once again. Only to fade away as the creature pulled the fabric back up to it's rightful place, allowing her at least a shred of modesty.

She was so surprised by the action that she barely noticed the feeler around her foot tightening until it moved the limb. Her breath caught in her throat, her imagination going into overdrive about what it was about to do. Maybe it'd eat her, or would it toy with her first, it sure as hell wasn't letting her go.

Again, she found herself shocked as she felt a small drop of a strange fluid hitting her still-slightly sore toe, the mild pain immediately fading away amongst an almost pleasant tingling sensation. The woman shuddered at the odd feeling, not sure if she should be thankful or panicking over what it had just done.

The monster's actions sure didn't make sense. It'd played pranks on her (and she was sure it was the cause now) and had caught her in these tendrils. Yet, it was holding her rather gently, only with enough force to keep her in place, and had then stopped her skirt slipping and healed her foot...

It didn't make sense. The two motive seemed so far apart, until the creature spoke once more. There was a hint of remorse, an apologetic tone, it was sorry for hurting her... Maybe now she was okay, it'd let her go? It was worth a shot.
"I'm fine... you can put me down now." She said, softly, non-threateningly, managing to keep the pleading tone out of her speech. She looked above her, making out the slight warp in the air that she would have previously overlooked but now just had to be what had her captor... "much better, thank you."

Now it was just a question of keeping calm, despite her racing heartbeat, and hope that her hopeful request worked.

Whisperer’s actions made little sense, even to himself. The act of pulling up her skirt had been an impulsive one, the first thing that occurred to him to help quell some of her distress. At the time, he’d been too caught up in his desire to heal the hurt to give it much thought. But now he realized that he was most likely going to be taking the garment off again in a few moments.

Still, it had helped forestall a fierce struggle while he attended to her injury. Unfortunately, that short respite would likely soon be over, for now that he had her, it was against his nature to let her go. He’d always planned on feeding from this delectably fresh morsel and he knew she would take objection to the method of his feeding (at least initially).

Lucrecia . . . sorry . . . must . . . feed . . .

He knew she would likely misinterpret the concept of feeding. Anticipating renewed struggles, he gripped her limbs a bit tighter, though he still tried to keep from causing any pain. It was a fine line to walk.

Lucrecia . . . good . . . not . . . sting . . .

It was not a threat, but a statement of fact. If she became too difficult to handle, he would have to sting her, though he was loathe to cause even that brief discomfort. The entire situation reminded him of the woman he had saved in the forest. He’d used almost exactly that sequence of words (one hesitates to call it a ‘phrase’) to warn her of his intentions.

Whisperer hurriedly refocused himself on the situation at hand. Letting his mind wander could have peculiar consequences. He readied his stingers in preparation to head off a fierce struggle. He didn’t try to keep Lucrecia from screaming, though; he knew that the strange systems on the island campus would prevent the sound from traveling far, and the only person close enough to hear would not be so foolish as to investigate such a sound.

Lucrecia held her breath, waiting, praying to every god she could think of (and a few she made up on the spot) for an answer she would like. Then the reply came...

She didn't like it. Her eyes widened, panic truely setting in as she started to frantically pull at her bonds for a few seconds before she managed to wrest back control of herself, falling limp in the tendrils hold again...

Sure, it was going to eat her, but she'd already found that brute force wasn't enough to get her out of this. Playing dead wouldn't help either, the creature was definitely sentient and wasn't likely to be fooled. Same with pretending to faint, although she did find herself tempted to do the real thing too... but managed to resist that urge, she needed to be conscious.

After all, to ingest her, it'd need to let her go at some point. That would be when she'd make her move. Until then, she'd stay where she was, saving her strength. Which, as the voice filtered down again, was probably a good thing too.

She didn't fancy getting stung by anything. The young woman had a bad reaction to bee stings, she didn't even want to think about what this creature would do...

Hang on. Almost invisible... tendrils, stingers, and able to produce some odd slime... a jellyfish? A giant, floating, sentient jellyfish, that's the only thing her mind could come up with that made sense. A alien jellyfish whose motives were bouncing all over the place. One moment it was stalking and tormenting her, the next it was being helpful and healing her, and now it wanted to feast on her?

"You're an odd one," Lucrecia spoke, relaxing in her bindings, for now. It would move soon, if it wanted to feed, and then she would show it a reaction and a half.

Again, Whisperer was impressed by how logically and rationally Lucrecia dealt with his existence. That she was able to fight back blind panic over the idea of being eaten was admirable. Unfortunately, since her belief of what was to come was flawed, her logic was also flawed. He had no need to let go of her at all in order to feed - something that she would soon discover.

The alien took his captive and floated farther back into the stacks. There was really no need, but he thought the isolation might provide some measure of comfort to the girl when he started to strip her. It didn’t take long to reach a spot sufficiently remote that they should not be happened upon even if someone else was wandering the library so late at night.

While he traveled, the monster kept a careful grip on Lucrecia; not only to thwart any escape attempts, but also to avoid causing further harm by bumping her into the bookshelves. The spot he had chosen was a small open space where several aisles intersected. The area was large enough to contain its own little table, sequestered away in the depths of the labyrinthine library. Whisperer floated in the center of it, his large mushroom-cap body nearly filling the space.

Once he was settled, Whisperer turned his attention fully to the hapless student who would be his meal. The tug of hunger was a little stronger now, bur still just a minor inconvenience rather than a consuming need. He should still have ample time to prepare her quite thoroughly. He extended the rest of his graspers, one of which he used to slip the skirt he had recently replaced back down over her hips and legs. He held those shapely stems together as he pulled the garment down and down. Soon, it passed her feet and was wrapped around the tentacles securing her legs. Two others took over for those, entwining her now-exposed legs after the garment had passed. His used the two freed tentacles to carefully fold the skirt and laid it neatly on the table.

It was taking all of Lucrecia's self control to keep calm. The instinct to panic was almost unbearable as she found herself being carried deeper into the maze of shelves.

Luckily she managed to stay strong enough that naught but a terrified whimper escaped her. The creature had mentioned stingers, she did not want to scream and startle it into giving her a taste of them...

Still, the fact it was moving away from doors, away from the chance of someone else appearing and helping, was almost worrying. But not for that, but because it meant she'd have further to run after she'd escaped... if she could escap- No, she shook her head, she couldn't think like that!

Lucrecia'd barely managed to get her mind back under control in time to realise that she and, by extension, the creature had stopped. In one of the intersections, well away from any aid.

And well away from prying eyes, something she felt somewhat grateful for when the tendrils returned, looping under her loose skirt and pulling it down once more, revealing her panties and flesh hidden underneath.

Her face flushed with the humiliation, the urge to scream again back in force, even as it pulled the skirt off her legs. She needed to keep calm, maybe it'd give her an opening... Unfortunately, the creature was smart, using a second pair of tentacles to hold her while those carrying her clothes departed, keeping her firmly in it's clutches.

It was a good thing the library was fairly warm, if a little draughty, Lucrecia thought, pointedly trying to ignore what it was doing. After all, the alien was sentient, and was probably only removing her clothing because the material would be hard to digest...

Although, if that was the case, then she could guess what would be next, her blush deepening at the thought of being stripped naked in the middle of the school library. Her breathing quickened slightly too, the idea so odd and different that it seemed to touch a previously hidden part of her.

Lucrecia closed her eyes; wanting to fight back these new, unwelcome, feelings. She needed to focus, not get distracted with idle thoughts and fantasies. Although, the woman remembered with a frown, the libraries warm temperature had caused her to undo her shirt's top button earlier, granting her captor a helping hand in removing the garment...

Irony was a harsh mistress, it seemed.

Lucrecia’s continued misconception of her plight was amusing. How much greater would the shock be when his true purpose was revealed? Such was yet to be seen, but Whisperer anticipated the spectacle.

It was almost a shame to continually foil the young woman’s escape attempts. Especially after all the effort she put into remaining calm enough to implement them. It was a little funny, though, that she had yet to consider that he was reading her mind. That advantage rendered all her controlled, patient waiting virtually pointless. Even if she discovered an opening, he would know about it as soon as she did and could act to prevent her from making use of it.

His telepathic ability gave him other insights, as well. He readily picked up on the fact that the idea of being stripped nude in a public place turned her on. That was a wonderful thing for him, it would make his job that much easier.

Soon enough, Lucrecia would get to experience her budding fantasy first hand. Whisperer took advantage of the literal opening she had provided, exploiting the gap in her shirt’s neckline as soon as she remembered having undone the button. He sent one of his tentacles squirming into the aperture. However, he was not as gentle with this garment as he had been with the last. Though he could probably have undone the buttons one by one, Whisperer decided to simply rip the front of her shirt open, pulling out and down with his bristly appendage.

Lucrecia was starting to have doubts about her plan. Her alien captor was thorough, not leaving many openings. And, even then, those that remained were closed as soon as she found them.

It was almost paradoxically gentle, even as it held her tight in it's grasp, preventing her from slipping free of its tendrils, or even closing her legs in an attempt to hide her undergarments from the jellyfish's gaze. Lucrecia knew it was silly but, the creature was sentient, so she couldn't help but feel embarrassed and humiliated at her skirtless state. Yet, still, there was a small thrill to it, one she was struggling to keep in check.

One that almost broke free as a tentacle shot down the opening in her shirt. A small squeak escaped the startled woman, feeling it against the bare flesh of her stomach... and the still-covered flesh of her breasts...
"Oh god..." she started to squirm again, feeling her face flush deeper at the new sensation, one that only grew stronger as the appendage tensed up before suddenly pulling upwards.

For a brief moment, her back arched, pulled along by the stretching fabric of her shirt, before the buttons were tore free, opening the clothing and revealing even more of her to her captor.

The shirt was pulled away by more tendrils even as Lucrecia squirmed further, not quite believing that she was being held in her underwear. The soft caresses of the tentacles along her back and legs kept her from thinking too much, keeping her in the reality of the situation even as her breathing deepened, the peaks of her hidden mounds beginning to firm against her will as she realised that it wasn't done yet.

"Please, no... Don't." the young woman managed to gasp out, squirming further in her captor's grip, no longer wanting to be passive and wait for a chance, she wanted out; Now!

Lucrecia’s increased struggles did not surprise Whisperer. He had sensed that she would likely be unable to sustain her passive resistance. Especially once it became clear that the idea of being exposed excited her a bit. It was ironic that the internal threat was the one that destroyed the calm she had worked so hard to maintain. Alas, he could not risk her escaping now . . .

The monster had warned her once. She had heeded for a time, but it seemed she would require a demonstration of what he could do if she continued such vigorous resistance. He lashed out at the squirming girl with one of his stingers. The thin, feathery appendage struck like a whip, causing a brief, sharp pain as it contacted her right shoulder. A minimal amount of electricity propelled a tiny dose of his venom through her flesh. The toxin worked quickly, paralyzing her arm almost immediately.

Lucrecia . . . want . . . more . . . ?

The question was accompanied by a sense of sad disappointment. Whisperer had no desire to inflict any more pain - even that as brief as a sting - nor did he want to have to paralyze her completely. However, he never made idle threats. If she continued to fight to such a degree, he would subject her to the full power of his sting. She would receive no more warnings. He didn’t expect her to go completely limp, though; he understood that some struggles were both inevitable and uncontrollable. If she abandoned her conscious bid for escape, he would spare her the indignity of total paralysis.

The binding tendrils clutched at her tighter, not budging for one moment, yet she spotted the brief flicker in the air of another shooting for her, a split second before it struck.

A pained, choked, sob broke free of her at the incredible stinging pain that shot through her right shoulder, racing down her arm. Her eyes filling with tears, even as the pain rapidly faded... along with the movement in her arm.

It'd stung her and done that! She managed to fight back another sob, blind panic slowly giving way to more passive fear as she looked at her arm, trying to make it respond... what made it worse, was that she could still feel the tendrils holding it. If it stung her again, she'd end up completely immobile, yet still capable of feeling everything it did... So she couldn't even make herself numb by making it sting her, and the attack had hurt! She didn't want to hurt.

"I-I don't want more..." Lucrecia answered the voice, looking back up at the great haze in the air above her, tears running down her cheeks even as she fell limp in the tendrils. "I'm s-sorry, please, no more!"

Her breasts rose and feel with each whimper, each breath. But, at least they were no longer heating up, no longer aching for a touch, her fear banishing the momentary arousal. Even as she struggled to keep her crying under control, wanting to keep what little dignity she had left in front of this alien creature that had taken her as prey...

Whisperer was glad. He really didn’t want to hurt this lovely tidbit. He regretted having had to sting her. Especially since she was still laboring under the misconception that he was going to eat her. But such was the situation; at least she seemed to have resigned herself to her fate.

The loss of Lucrecia’s burgeoning arousal was a little disheartening, but Whisperer sensed it would probably return quickly once she learned she was in no danger of being eaten - at least in the literal sense of the word. It seemed about time to dispel her misunderstanding. Times like these, he wished he could communicate more clearly. Ah, well - it was said that actions spoke louder than words.

The monster left his prey’s undergarments alone for now. They were not much of a barrier in any case, and the slight modicum of modesty might help ease her fears. At least once she began to suspect that he didn’t plan to ingest her.

Whisperer extended a single trunk-maw. It was likely difficult to spot through the tears in her eyes, but the circular orifice descended toward the young woman’s bare midriff. At it neared her abdomen, four tongues emerged from the strange ‘mouth.’ The monster spread those slightly rough (and mostly dry) oral muscles out over the firm flesh of Lucrecia’s belly, caressing her soft skin.

Lucrecia whimpered, wishing she could wipe her eyes, wishing she was somewhere else, anywhere else. The rational part of her was gone, all that was left was a bound, terrified woman.
"P-please... don't hurt me again..."

It was almost impossible to see the haze in the air, with her vision impaired by her tears. Yet she definitely felt the touch of four appendages against her stomach, flinching and trying to pull away for a moment, expecting another sharp, agonizing sting from the new tentacles...

A sting which never came. She blinked as they spread across her belly, lightly rubbing and stroking; almost like a massage. Her whimpers died down, her fear fading at the soothing gentleness from the caresses across her midriff.

Lucrecia relaxed a little further in the tendril's grip, getting the strange idea that her captor didn't mean to cause her pain. And it did let her keep her bra and panties, preventing her from exposing herself completely...

The idea was starting to make her cheeks flush again even as she started to feel rather warm. She shivered at the continued caresses, not from fear, but from the odd alien touch, and the sensation it seemed to instil in her.

Good. His ploy seemed to be working. As the fear faded in his captive’s mind, Whisperer moved his maw slowly upward. His tongues crawled against the young woman’s bare skin, seeking out pleasing areas to touch. Guided by the monster’s psychic awareness of her bio-rhythms, they invariably found their marks, stimulating nerve clusters as they passed.

Whisperer took the opportunity presented by his prey’s more relaxed state to act to further comfort her. Reading her mind, he recognized her desire to dry her eyes and he moved to fulfill that unspoken request. He retrieved a bit of her torn shirt and gently wiped the tears from around her face as one might do for a small child who had hurt herself while playing.

Even while the student’s eyes were naturally closed due to the cloth passing over them, Whisperer’s tongues continued their quest. Very quickly, they encountered fabric. But, instead of attempting to remove the garment that constrained Lucrecia’s nicely proportioned breasts, the alien simply let his tongues slide over it. The long, nimble muscles worked like fingers, caressing and gently squeezing first one, then the other of her lovely mounds through her bra.

At the same time, the alien slowly extended another of his trunk-maws. This one aimed lower than the first, descending toward Lucrecia’s left thigh.

Lucrecia couldn't help but give a small, almost invisible, smile at the relaxing caresses. They seemed to know just where to touch to calm her, sending almost-pleasurable shivers running through her instead.

She felt like she ought to feel worried at it, but she just couldn't bring herself to do so, slipping into an almost-haze as the touches started to rise up her stomach, still soft.

In fact, the only thing that ruined the moment was the tears that had wet her eyes and cheeks. Something that was rectified as a cloth, held only by one of the distortions in the air that had to be a tendril, started to wipe away the damp.

Lucrecia was about to thank the thing, still lost in the pleasurable sensations, before she felt the massaging tentacles reach her bust. With her sight blocked, all she could go on was touch, the feeling of them momentarily lifting off of her skin.

She winced, expecting to feel the clasp of her brassiere to come open, but instead the tendrils just climbed up onto the fabric, starting to gently squeeze and massage her breast.

"W-what are-" her words were cut short by a gasp as they continued their ministrations. What with her bra being of a fairly thin material, she could feel every stroke, every caress.

And, thanks to her inexperience at being touched in such a manner, even by her own hands, they were incredibly sensitive. The young woman whimpered as the tendrils switched to her other breast, feeling her cheeks starting to flush even as the captured globes started to heat up.

Lucrecia was so distracted by the new, alien, almost-pleasing touches that it took her a half second to reach to yet more tendrils. As they brushed against her thigh, she shuddered, recoiling and moving to attempt to pull herself free from her bindings, stopping after a moment as she remembered the stingers, falling limp again.

Her breathing was heavy. From a combination of the sudden spike of fear, humiliation and the rising warmth spreading through her as the touches continued, her bra starting to feel a little confining.
"P-please... no."

Excellent. Events were beginning to flow much more smoothly. Whisperer was slightly amused that his prey couldn’t quite admit to herself that his attentions were pleasurable. It was certainly understandable, given that they were unsought and unwelcome, but still slightly humorous.

Despite her brief renewed struggle, Lucrecia drew no ire from her captor. She quickly stilled again in any event, though Whisperer hoped that the fear of being stung would soon be overridden by the pleasures he sought to cause as the catalyst for her docility. Suddenly, he realized it was a bit strange that he should think thus. He enjoyed the psychic flavor of her fear, after all. Still, he found himself wanting to avoid provoking the delicious emotion.

The alien’s distracted thoughts did nothing to slow his insidious assault on the helpless girl in his grasp. His tongues continued to fondle Lucrecia’s breasts, switching between the lovely mounds regularly. The maw at her thigh spread its tongues over the front part of her limb. Those textured muscles ran lightly up and down her smooth skin, only occasionally slipping over onto the more sensitive inner surface.

Finally dismissing his introspective thoughts, Whisperer turned his full attention to the task at hand. Though he sensed the slight feeling of discomfort caused by her swelling orbs beginning to strain against her bra, he did not yet act to remove the garment. He was waiting for that sensation to reach the point where it overwhelmed her reluctance at being exposed. To help move things along, he lowered another of his maws to join the first in massaging her breasts. Four tongues worked each mound simultaneously, gently squeezing and caressing the delightfully sensitive orbs through the thin fabric that restrained them.

The alien’s fourth and final maw descended to begin teasing Lucrecia’s belly again. Tongues spread out over the flat expanse, seeking out and working the sensitive spots in new patterns. It was a conscious effort on Whisperer’s part to force her body to relax even more.

Slightly further southward, the alien’s attention shifted to her other thigh, repeating the teasing strokes while carefully avoiding getting too close to her still covered womanhood.

Lucrecia's eyes were shut tight, even considering the cloth held over them by a tendril, her body tensing for a brief moment as she expected an impact from one of the stingers, followed by the split second of torturous agony.

But there was nothing, no pain, no sting. She found herself relaxing slightly again, at the behest of the continued caresses. The ones on her upper leg didn't proceed higher, to grope her further, seeming content to continue the pleasant massage of her leg. Every time one of the tendrils dipped into her inner thigh, rubbing the more sensitive flesh there, it provoked a small whimper out of the bound woman.

And, yet, even with the new touch, she couldn't forget the ones at her chest. The gentle squeezing of her orbs caused the inside of her bra to rub against her stiffening peaks, sending uncontrollable shudders running through her entire being.

The material felt so confining, so tight, against her heated mounds; it was neigh-unbearable. And the sensations only increased as another set of tendrils joined the first, now both of her breasts were getting treatment. She couldn't help herself, her back arched slightly as the touches against her sensitive peaks continued, the alien, unpredictable touches that seemed to know just where to caress to increase the steadily-growing heat inside her.

It was wrong, Lucrecia thought for a moment, until the fourth set of tendrils' touches snatched her attention away. They spread out across her torso, massaging in intricate patterns that made it hard to think, to panic, to worry.
She sighed, feeling unusually calm considering her situation, but she had trouble remembering what the situation was until the tendrils at her legs switched thighs, the sudden change warping her sigh into a muted-moan.