10:43 PM

It was a night like any other night. Students lazed about in their rooms wasting the remainder of the day by preparing for tomorrows school day or by simply indulging themselves in their pastimes to melt the stress away from this mornings activities.

From one of these rooms blasted punk rock music, but thankfully for the other residents, the walls we're thick and sound-proofed, an ingenious way to prevent disturbances from the adjacent rooms due to unwanted noise.

Inside, the room was filled with vicious guitar riffs, questionable lyrics, and one girl who was quite happily rocking out to this tune. It was only in the lull between songs that she heard the knock on her door. A light rapping on the wood that would have gone unnoticed if the music went on.

Outside, there was no one in the halls, not a soul, person or animal, which could have done the knocking, but on the floor just outside the door lay a box, intricate and ornate in design. On the box was an envelope, in the envelope a note, and on the note the following words were contained.

"Do not open till midnight"

Katie opened the door warily, poking her head out and casting a gaze down one side of the hallway, then turning her head to look down the other, perplexed as she found that there was no one in sight to have done the knocking. She shrugs, the next song kicking in behind her, filling her room and the hallway with screams…

I've resolved upon this course, which has no need of you
Denying this day, didn't stop it from coming
Promise me, that you won't be consumed when you realize
We're screaming at the same moon

A sigh leaves her lips, pulling back and about to disappear into her little cocoon of noise before her eyes catch the shape of the ornate box lying innocently on the threshold of her doorway.

Shredded by state lines
Press my face up against the glass
With both eyelids shut…
And baby, this won't get any easier…

The box was gorgeous, the engravings positively ancient and so intricate that she traced her fingers lightly over the box’s surface just to feel the subtleties of the tiny designs etched in the wood. She closed the door, retreating back into her room.

Baby, this won’t get any easier…

Do not open ‘till midnight… She rested the box on her desk, laying across her bed and staring at it. Who would pay her a visit this late and not stop in? Reclining in her silky black pajama bottoms, tight ribbed white tank-top and nothing else, she kept her eyes fixed on the box. It was a lovely gift, that was certain, but why was she given it? And who would know whether she waited until midnight to open it or not? She shrugged again, pulling the box forward and popping it open a little less than an hour and fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.

Baby, this won’t get any easier.

Darkness.

As if someone switched off the lights of the entire SHS campus and put a thick black blanket all over the whole island.

Silence.

Complete and utter silence. The type where the only thing you can hear is you own breathing and the thump of your own heart.

then from behind, the strum of an electric guitar, picking up where the song left off, sounding as if the music had jumped out from the player and into her bedroom.

Don't let this die, we may never fall in love again

The voice wasn't that of the bands lead, and it most definitely had a tinge of malice in it.

It's hard but worth the wait when it's over

suddenly the lights come on again, the moon and stars become visible in the night sky, and the box was no longer to be seen.

Now open up wide, fist first down your throat
Where no beauty lies, and rip out what should've been mine

On her bed sat a light-haired girl in your typical punk rock leather get up. leather jeans, leather jacket, white tank top, and some heavy looking boots. In her arms was a guitar whose body was designed to look like bat.

"Why is it you fleshlings cant seem to follow instructions..."

Katie groaned painfully in the darkness, feeling her vision swimming. It was as if the worst hangover she’d ever had mated with the worst case of vertigo she’d ever had and they’d given birth to some horrid impetuous child. The lights blurred as they flared back into existence, dancing before her cotton-stuffed head as she rolled onto her back, jamming her palms up to her eyelids.

“Nnnnnnngh…” she groaned softly, curling her toes into the carpet to stop herself from falling off the earth, her breath returning in fluttering gasps, her chest rising and falling beneath her thin tank-top.

“That’s not Chiodos…” she murmured, stating the obvious as she pulled herself to her knees, stretching as a means to even out the joints in her spine, “Your voice is way too low…”

Giggling a little at the thought, she caught the end of the song’s rendition, singing along quietly in her own voice. She looked around curiously as the woman finished out the song. It may have not been the original, but she couldn’t deny that this intruder had talent, and a flare all her own that she added to the song. It certainly looked like her room but something felt… off. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Fleshlings?” the woman caught her attention again, “What the fuck? Who are you and what are you doing in my room?”

Pandora plucked a few riffs on the guitar and at once sound came from out of nowhere and everywhere at once.

"Im your worst nightmare...."

she set the guitar down, leaning back onto the bed and using her arms to prop herself up before locking her yellow pupils onto the girls eyes.

"Just kidding, the name is Pandora, You're fairy punk rocker, and im here to make your wishes come true!"

Pandora scanned the room once or twice as if gauging the state of things, not that she was, she was just admiring her own handiwork at reproducing the room down to a T.

"But I was joking about that last part, Im really here to ravage and rape you till you can sleep at night without seeing my face, but that doesnt mean we cant have a little fun before that."

Katie winced at that loud, jarring riff, her temples still throbbing with the force of her headache, letting out a soft groan. She picked herself up off of the floor, her arms wavering with a strange fatigue. Leveling her eyes on the woman, she watched her warily, clearing her throat as she began to take steps backward, slowly, listening to what the woman had to say.

“Alright, well, first off, that whole ‘worst nightmare’ thing? Could you get any more cliché if you tried, really?” she smirked tilting her head to the side with a cocky lofting of her eyebrows.

“Second, you’re sending some real mixed messages here, lady. Do you think you could stick with one angle here, just so I can get an idea of what I’m dealing with?” she had backed up to the door to her room, reaching back and twisting the handle to her door. If it opened, she would dart out into the hallway in a quick sprint to get away from this strange woman that had somehow appeared in her room out of thin air. Hopefully her little rant was enough of a distraction. If it wasn't she had a feeling that she was in for a world of hurt.

Pandora wasnt really looking at the girl and was more focused on fingering the guitar she had in her grasps.

"Cliche'? . . . well maybe, but you must admit, it pretty much..."

As the demon raised her head, the door was already ajar, and the girl she was talking to no where to be seen

"How rude..."

Outside, Katie was bolting past corridors, knocking on the doors of the other rooms, but no one seems to be answering, it was as if she was everyone had disappeared. Up the stairs, down the stairs, every room she knocked seemed to have no one on the other side. Maybe she could take refuge outside? There was a chance of getting caught and raped by some other being, but at least she had the slim chance of NOT getting raped as oppsed to her current options. Katie made for the closest exit, but to her horror, it was locked. Even the windows refused to open, both through normal or drastic means.

Eventually she slowed down, realizing that the demon did not follow her even after a quarter of an hour or so of frantic escape. Still she took every precaution with each corner, dashing between corridors, sticking the the walls, looking round the next corner before continuing. Fatigue began to set in, as even adrenaline has its limits, so maybe a quick breather was in order.

Settling down on the last step of the stairs, Katie rested her body against the wall as she slowly caught her breath, only to have her heart skip a beat when another set of riffs echoed from the step just above her.

"So like I was saying, It may be cliche, but you must admit, I do a pretty good job of being your worst nightmare..."

Twice she plucks the strings, and a stream of wires erupts from the guitars tuning pegs, wrapping around the base of the student's breasts very tightly.

"There, that give you a clear idea of what you're dealing with?"

Katie’s heart pounded in her chest, feet likewise pounding the carpeted floor of the hallway outside her dorm room, taking her to the door to the stairwell, which she thrust open quickly, making her way up the stairs to the next floor. She wasn’t sure how the hell that woman had found her, or for that matter, how she knew the ending to “No Hardcore Dancing in the Living Room,” most monsters she ran into had such horrible taste in music. Maybe if she saw the woman again she would ask her-

No. Stop. She was getting distracted again, pushing her hair back from her face as she took the stairs two at a time, climbing two floors up and busting back into the hallway. She hit on every door systematically, looking back over her shoulder occasionally to see if anyone would exit, knowing better than to scream, that would only lessen the chance that someone would come out to see who was there.

Still, all to no avail, she was alone. She repeated the process on every goddamn floor without result, cursing to herself. How the hell was this possible? How could no one in the entire building be answering their doors?

By the time she had gotten to the first floor, she had enough. She grabbed one of the chairs in the lounge, lifting it up with straining arms before throwing it with the whole of her body weight, her heart sinking in her chest as it bounced off the glass like it was made of rubber, falling down onto the floor and shattering to pieces.

Dejected, she made her way back to the stairwell, yelping as she was confronted by the woman once more, crying out in a soft squeal as those cords tightened around her sensitive breasts, giving a little squirm as she tries to pull away.

“C-clearer, yeah…” she admits with a blush, gulping.

"Good, now come on little cunt bitch, gotta have you prepped and ready for the show..."

Pandora stands up and walks off, dragging Katie by the breasts as the go in the direction of the students room. While walking, the demoness strums her guitar continously, each chord sending a delicious tingling into the students breasts each time. Any attempt to dislodge them only results in the wires getting tighter around the orbs. It took about 10 minutes for them to reach the room (Pandora took the scenic route) and by that time, she had strummed Katies boobs into an almost constant state of arousal, as was obvious with the cloth tenting over her stiffened nipples.

Once inside, the door closes by itself, and only then does it become apparent that her room wasnt her room anymore, more like a dressing room, only the wardrobe was a bunch of leather and steel items on a nearby shelf. With a quick tap on the strings, the wires restraining the girls boobs release.

"Undress and get dressed"

Pandora points to the shelf, which contained a corset with no cups, a chastity belt with plugs, collar, head harness ballgag, cuffs for ankles and wrists, thigh high leather boots with 5 inch heels, and what looked like nipple shields, only with metal pincers, as well as a bottle of lube.

"Get it right the first time and maybe Ill forgive you for running out on me."

Katie followed, stumbling a little behind her captor. She had begun trying to pull away, bit-by-bit, ever-so-slowly slipping back, but to no avail. Each step back caused the cables to tighten around the perky orbs of her breasts, constricting them further and causing the burning blush on her cheeks to darken. Thus, obediently, but not without a healthy dose of resentment, she followed.

Each strum caused a shudder to work through her, eventually panting a little as they made it back to her room. She squirmed uncomfortably, feeling that tight binding around her breasts finally loosen, letting out a long-held pant, holding her hand on her chest to catch her breath. She stood back up, blushing as her now-achingly-stiff nipples rubbed against the cotton fabric of her top, tenting it in obvious and painful arousal. Rubbing her chest with a groan, she closed her eyes, feeling the heat still burning on her cheeks, that shame at being captured so easily. Confusion still haunted her, though. Where was she? This couldn’t be the same dormitory. And if it was, where was everyone else, for that matter? Why couldn’t she leave? Why the hell wouldn’t that heavy chair break the window?

Her gaze followed Pandora’s pointing finger, feeling her stomach plummet as she sees the various gear arranged and ready for her. She gave a thought towards disobeying, but it really didn’t seem worth it. Her breasts still ached from the teasing she had been given, and that was merely a taste, she hadn’t yet have to deal with any sort of punishment doled out by the woman.

With her blush darkening she crossed her arms over her chest, pulling her top off, keeping her eyes locked to the ground in shame as her bare breasts were exposed. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her pajama pants, pushing them down to the floor as well before walking over to her closet, goose bumps standing out all over her exposed flesh.

She started with the wrist and ankle cuffs, locking them around her various extremities, then the collar, her breathing quickening as she felt it tighten against her slender throat. She pulled on the corset, her breasts exposed lewdly, putting the nipple shields in place with a soft whimper. She tugged the boots up; standing a little shakily as she fastened the head-harness, feeling the ball-gag split her lips wide, biting down on it softly as she closed her eyes in shame. The chastity belt was last, quivering as she pulled it up her slender thighs.

"This is taking too long..."

And before anyone can blink, the lubricant squirted out of its container, flying in globs towards the two plugs, applying themselves liberally. No sooner did this happen did the belt pull itself straight up to Katies hips, the plugs inserting themselves none too gently in both passages. Once all pieces of her 'dress' were in place, the laces of the corset tightened themselves, reducing the students waist by one or two inches, the belt shrunk and pressed into her hips, driving the plugs as deep as they could go. The same tightening was applied by the gag harness as it constricted round her head while the clamps that held the shields in place pinched Katie's nipples to a degree that was a smidge under painful.

Click click click went the buckles on her dress as small silver padlocks materialized, fitting through the hasps in her garment pieces to ensure she couldn't remove them if she tried.

"Purrrrrrrfect... now the last piece..."

Reaching into space, a black electric guitar phased into Pandoras reach. Instrument in hand, the demoness walked over to the lewdly dressed girl. Pandora held the guitar near Katie, right about where the girl would hold it if she was playing one, and with no warning, a pair of heavy chains emerged from holes where the strap holders should be. The chains flew around Katie, first over her shoulder, around her chest, under and over her breasts, around each boob, coiling around her corseted waist and passing between her legs before doing a few more turns around her waist where the two end links met and merged, making the guitar a part of her now more lewd apparel.

With one hand on Katies guitar and the other on her own, Pandora pulls Katie through another door. A bright light blinds the student at first, it is when her eyes refocus that she would see they were on a stage. An audience of demons was gathered and cheering as Pandora waved towards the crowd. Onstage were other girls dressed like, if not worse than, Katie herself, locked into the instruments much like she was. One was sitting locked onto the drums, the other was on bass, and yet another was secured to a keyboard.

"Incubi!"

The crowd roared as Pandora shouted.

"Succubi!"

Another roar.

"ARE YOU READY TO ROCK?!"

The crowd screamed a frenzy as Katie was put into position.

"Show time...."

Katie arched her back, biting deep into the rubber of the ball gag as the plugs slide roughly into both of her tender holes, squirming as they rammed home. She moved her legs in a shiver, adjusting herself as she felt her holes none-too-kindly invaded, feeling her insides clench around the twin plugs as she gave a little whimper, feeling tears welling up in her eyes from their rough entrance. She felt everything tighten at a word from her tormentor, her hands going to her corseted torso as she let out another pathetic whimper of pain, closing her eyes softly as a tear ran in a trail down her pale cheek, her chest rising and falling as she shields bit harshly into her nipples, letting out a muffled squeal from behind the gag. She felt the belt tighten around her waist, jamming the plugs in deeper, her toes curling tight and painful in the boots, the straps of the ball gag tightening as well, biting into the soft flesh of her cheeks, her teeth digging into the ball in pain and shame.

The black electric guitar seemed to burn into existence and Katie was confused as it was chained to her body, wrapping her slender fingers around the fret board as she was pulled confusedly forward, stumbling in the high heels.

Breath left her as if she had been punched in the stomach, looking out on the cheering crowd, blushing in humiliation at her dress. She looked to the other girls, feeling for them as well, unsure of what the hell Pandora wanted with her but knowing that she was unlikely to enjoy it.