The large suite on top of the Vargas Hall dormitory was quiet. The only sounds in the empty rooms was the soft patter of water droplets that followed the steam slipping out from under the bathroom door. When, ten minutes or so later, a lovely young woman emerged from the mist-filled room clad in nothing but a white towel even that sound ceased.

She followed the short hall down to her bedroom. Her steps were fluid and effortlessly graceful, and the short towel bared the entire length of her long, slender legs. Waves of long, rust-red hair flowed down her body, clinging to her moist skin anywhere it touched. As she crossed the threshold into her room, Katya released her grip on the towel, letting it fall to the ground. Her bare skin glistened in the afternoon light that streamed in through her open windows. A chilly breeze blew in off the sea, but the young woman paid it no mind. With a few more graceful steps she'd crossed the space between the door and her plush bed and, with a quick spin, let her naked body fall back onto the plush mattress.

A weary sigh escaped her throat, followed by a satisfied moan as she stretched, arching her back up high off the deep blue covers. It had been a very long day. She'd lost count of how many demerits she'd handed out, how many girl's she'd sent down to messy fates in the dungeon. It was a relief to finally be back in her sanctuary.

Katyas room was unique throughout the island, in that it was the only dorm room a monster wouldn't be able to "simply" enter. The secret entrance to the wall closet for example. It was usually reachable through "maintanance ducts", but with this room, it was closed, locked down and the keypad that was guarding this lock was encrypted well. It had taken the neuronal quantum state machine, which the aliens nervous system basically consisted of, three weeks to decode it.

But the work was well worth it, because it delivered the alien with the knowledge about the rooms universal passkey. The alien had changed it immediately, and the lockdown of her dormroom was already complete as she arched on her plush mattress, while the alien stood a few feet away behind the half permeable glass of the wall closets inset mirror,watching her nude body. Permeable from the closet side that was. . Yet this... additional security of her room was notable, even if the creature knew the reason already all too well. She had bought it, and she was so damn confident about it, that she didn't even care to close the window. But the lockdown took care of that. They closed with an audible "Thud".

The creature had always wondered about this planet as something wrong. A race was buying relative security from outside invaders, by offering the most promising, attractive females as rape meat. Better them than us. This is what made them special. They were capable of the most horrendous crimes, even against their own race. They fought for domination, sex, driven by hate and thirst for revenge. They did all this to each other, and yet they were disgusted when they saw Thorak. These were the mindsets the Dark Hive had been looking for, turning their females into a perfect breeding stock, but she... she was even more. Better them than me... Given the right motivations she could not only be a mating partner, but a hive queen.

It had watched her for weeks. First she had been just another student, even though she was beautiful, attracting to the genetic remainders of the male human brains, which it had feast on in the first weeks after it arrived in this galaxy. Then it realized how she was bending her environment, how other students did her bidding just to please her. They even did it unknowingly, didn't recognized the small changes in posture and gesture, that would have told that she was playing them like a flute, just so they would play her melody. This was when the creatures perspective on her changed from "another victim" towards "attractive and dangerous mating partner". Then the creature learned that she was a "Head girl", inaugurated in the sinister purpose of the island, yet accepting it as something necessary, condemning other girls to an ill fate, thus buying relative security for herself. Better them than me.

The alien had a name for this sort of mindset, and it projected it into her mind, as the windows fell into their frame. It would feel as if it was coming from deep within her spine, turning into words when it reached her head. It would sound like her voice, like words of hers that she once spoke, and which were coming back to her now. Oddly atonal, as if they were taken from different occassions in her life.

"Traitor..., Opportunist...,предатель..., Collaborator..."

The alien knew another one, though it didn't project it: Survivor.

Katya's curvaceous young body twisted and writhed for several minutes as she contorted on the bed, apparently intent on stretching every muscle in her tantalizing form. Eventually she finished, sinking back into the down comforter that covered the large, four poster bed. The fabric was as cool as the breeze flowing through the spacious bedroom, and it felt very nice against her warm, naked flesh. She felt all the stress of the day begin to melt away; her classwork was all finished, prefects were covering all the areas that needed to be patrolled, and the Headmaster hadn't summoned her. She smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been able to relax.

As she lay peacefully in the twilight-lit room a vague feeling of guilt began to creep over her. She'd passed out more demerits than she could recall over the past few days, and not a small number of actual detentions. Though most of the girls that passed through Shokushu's hallowed halls would finish their education and return to Earth, never knowing the danger that lurked all around them, the ten percent or so of the nubile young student body that found themselves among the unfortunate few who drew the monsters' attentions would never see their homelands again. She began to wonder just how many of the young women she'd punished today were, right at this moment, being mercilessly raped, over an over again by some unspeakable horror.

She quickly repressed the negative impulses though. Guilt, sympathy; they were emotions she couldn't afford to let herself feel. There was nothing she could do to help the girls the monsters hunted. They were doomed to a life serving the ADD at best, and at worst, years and years of sex slavery, either bound to one master or rented out over and over again to lecherous aliens in an intergalactic brothel. They were doomed, but Katya wasn't. She had to maintain her status, lest she fall under the same fate as her less fortunate peers.

When the windows slammed, Katya sat bolt upright, gasping with shock as the translucent white curtains hanging from the bedposts settled down as the newly closed portals cut off the strong breeze. Any other student might have brushed it off as nothing; a backdraft or some other natural phenomenon, but Katya knew better. In one quick motion she snatched up the white silk robe hanging over the footboard of her bed and rose to her feet. Seconds later and the young woman's luscious body was once again hidden from the alien's lusty view. The silken garment was short, short enough that the gentle curves of her taught young ass peeked out from beneath it, but it was better than nothing. She backed into the center of the room, icy blue eyes darting all around the room, searching for who, or what, had shut her in.

An involuntary shiver ran down her core as the familiar voice echoed in her head. She wasn't fooled, however; Katya was far more intimate with guilt and her own conscience than most young women, and this wasn't her old friend. Slender eyebrows angled sharply downwards, and delicate fingers clenched into fists, but the young woman held her ground.

There was no point in playing a game. The creature could have thought about some elaborate and spooky things to do with her head, and probably with the mirror parting them, but there was no point to it. It would have been as if a grown up was trying to scare another grown up with a sudden “boo”. Not very effective.

The door of the wall closet opened, just like that, and an alien creature left it, almost unfolding into Katyas dorm room. It had six limbs, two of them legs, four of them arms. One pair of the arms remotely resembled the arms of a mantis, the other pair, growing from the boneplated, slimecovered torso of the alien, just below the mantis like ones, beared terrible claws which each seemed to be able to enclose Katyas waist on its own. Four long, armthick tentacles grew from the back of the alien in an X shape, twisting and twitching in the air just like the mouth tentacles that grew around the mouth, which was filled with rows and rows of sharp ridged teeth.

„You know, what is about to happen… Take your garment off, lay down on your bed and spread your legs… “

It was a game, and not playing the game, was part of the game. There was no possible threat the creature could use, because, unlike the other students, she knew about the rules of the school. There was no possible threat it could use to make her do its bidding, because every threat would imply that he was breaking these rules. Him being here meant that he was doing it already, because her room was off-limits.
Katya would know that, but Thorak knew that she knew… and that was the whole point…

“…i will rape you either, but if you want to survive this, you will do as i say.”

Katya's eyes widened as the creature emerged from her closet. She was shocked not because there was a terrifying monster in her room, but because it was so...monstrous. In her short stint as head girl she'd met many monsters of many varieties face to face, under many different circumstances, but none of them had been a fraction as intimidating as the one that towered over her barely clothed form now. It was inhuman, almost insectile, and what passed for it's face was impossible for the young woman to read.

It took every ounce of her self discipline to keep from trembling as the massive alien rose to it's full height, easily dominating the entire corner of her bedroom. She was surprised the gigantic being had managed to squeeze into her closet and her knuckles turned white as she tightly clutched the silk robe around her body. She listened as he spoke, her face unreadable, and when he finished said one word.

"No."

Her blank expression shifted to one of irritation, and perhaps a bit of boredom. She began to casually pace across the soft blue carpet, and as she moved she grasped the robe's belt, carefully tying it and pulling it tight, cinching the white silk around her trim waist.

"No, you're not going to harm me." she said, slowly padding back and forth, avoiding looking at the alien, barely acknowledging his presence aside from the words she spoke. "You might be willing to be break the rules and be banished, but you're not going to kill me. You've gone to too much trouble already. There's something more than a simple fuck you want or you wouldn't be here."

She turned her head towards him, smirking. "How long did it take you to get in here?"

The creature, or better the parts of it that were the remainders of its male human victims, recognized her smirk as something like a taunt, yet it didn't affect the alien. She couldn't know, so it was...excusable for now. And the way she breathed on her H's with her russian accent just made her ...adorable. One of the guys it had devoured must have had a soft spot for russians.

It was relieving to be able to move freely again, the closet had really been a tad close, even though it was a walk-in version. The creature began to move, through her room, well aware that she would instinctively seek out the free space in her room,to be just as far from its terrible frame as possible. It turned the scene into some bizarre form of modern dance. And she would recognize that it was studying her room, while dancing this dance.

Bored. If in a conversation where you have to prove your superiority, you have to use this tone. Oh, and never... never ever answer a question directly. As if the opponent was not even worth thinking about. And mock. The tone has to be mocking. She was using this technique already, while talking to the monster , and the monster intended to return that favor.

"You really think you are off the hook do you? That you tied the right connections, got to know the right people and made all the preparations necessary to be able to return home one day, just like a good russian socialist girl would have done. Abuse the system.... Well...let me tell you about my species then..."

The face of the creature turned towards Katya, while the moster still walked through her room. It had taken in all features, all obstacles and it avoided them while walking, without even looking at them, making its movements look effortless.

"We feast on the brains of the males of a species, we dissolve them with ...you would call them biological nanites. They enter the cranial cavity, analyse the brain and copy all information they can get, all emotions, everything learned. Then they dissolve it, and transport the genetic information back to our bodies, so we can adapt and become able to fertilize the females of their species. But... if this seems like a waste of potential... you would be right. Nanites are capable of so much more..."

The alien turned away its burning gaze, and looked at her desk, at a photoframe.

"Your mother? Business suit... huh? She would be proud of how you manage to get along here. Well somewhere you must have inherited your talent from..."

The frame was pushed from the desk in a swift motion, and a shattering sound announced the destruction of at least the glass.

"... They could, for example, analyse the brain of a promising artist, and just get rid of that neuronal connections that allow her to use her talent. She would still have it, but be unable to access it. By rewriting some other pathes, they could render her incapable of speaking about what has happened in her dorm, or do something else stupid that could lead to it's detection. The rooms security system, right at this moment and fooled by nanites off course, records how she masturbates, something she does occasionally, after an extraordinary stressful day. So nobody would ever know what happened to her, that turned her into that mundane and insignificant girl. But she would know what happens to insignificant girls that know too much. They can't be Head Girls so they never return home. It would be like being mute, when all you wan't to scream is Save me".

The aliens head turned towards her, smirking. But this smirk was made of teeth and then more teeth, surrounded by a muscle tube and wriggling alien tentacles.

"It would not kill you, but it would be the death of everything that is Katya Ivanova, so in fact i didn't lie. So... Katya. Do yourself a favor and take off that... is it a kimono?"

Katya's eyes never left the creature as the pair moved about the space in a carefully choreographed play of power, aggression and stubbornness. She seemed to mirror his moves, just as he'd predicted, her steps graceful but always light, clearly on edge. The tension in her body made her look ready to spring at any moment, her movements almost catlike.

She was quiet, her mind racing to analyze his words. It was difficult, almost impossible without the usual body language and facial cues she could read from any humanoid creature - be it monster or student - so all she had to work from were his words. His tone mirrored Katya's own - frustrating, but then there had been no guarantee his speech patterns would have been comparable to a human's anyway. His words themselves revealed much. He didn't seem to think her much of a threat, if he would give away so much information about his methods.

The nanites could be trouble, and Katya felt a momentary spike of fear. She quickly suppressed it though, keeping her emotions in control through sheer willpower. There was another Head Girl, Shai Tanaka - the painter had had little interaction with her so far, but the two seemed to have much in common and, most importantly, Shai was an engineer, and her specialty was nanites. She was supposed to be as brilliant when it came to nanotechnology as Katya was in the arts, and the Russian wasn't showing a hint of pride or ego when she knew that meant Shai was brilliant. If worst came to worst, and the creature did follow through with his threat there was little chance that the damage would be permanent. She'd have to talk to the science student either way, to find a method of fixing her security systems and preventing this sort of thing from happening again.

"No."

She repeated herself, her tone and inflection perfectly mimicking her first defiance.

"See, you're only supporting my point. You could ruin my mind, I'd still live, but you said it yourself - I'd be as good as dead as far everything that separates me from the rest of the student body goes. If all you wanted was a warm body you could have had several in the time it took you to get to me."

The alien kept on moving through her dormitory. There was no reaction, no visible change in the pace of the movements, nothing that would enable her to decide, if her words had an impact. As if everything she said was expected.

It stopped in front of the windows, which were tinted now due to the polarization filters, something that usually only happened when Katya had... guests and didn't want any observers from the outside to peep. She would know that for the outside world the windows surface just turned into a mirror. Something to protect her privacy. Something that she would probably need if she masturbated.

A music poured into her mind, low at first, but becoming more discernable from moment to moment. Something the cultivated girl would immedately recognize as a part of the theme of the Phantom of the Opera. "...the Phantom of the opera is here... inside your mind..."
As if the creature was humming it abusing her mind within her mind.

"...the Phantom is not part of the play Katya. Its not playing under the rules of the theatre. You humans created a place of perversion to lure monsters in, yet when there comes one you cannot handle? One that defies your control?... What will you do? No one, and i mean no one, knows that i am here, and i will make sure it remains like this, at all costs"

The creature turned towards Katya, who stood at the other side of the room, just a few meters from the door. It bared its teeth, rows and rows of teeth, as if it was smiling a monstrous smile. And then it put its thoughts into her, using fragmented parts of sentences she once uttered.

"How many girls do you think are out there that met me? How many girls you meet every day, that smile to you, that behave perfectly normal, yet on their insides they cry...they scream, alone... never able to speak to anyone about me, about the nightmares that haunt them... about the things that happened... As if they are living behind a soundproof window... They want to prepare for the next time i come, notify someone, point towards a conclusion... but they can't. Sometimes they come late, and they always have some good excuse. They want to tell you... want to tell somebody... but they can't. And then you send them into detention, because thats what you do. I am here for several months now, and even you haven't noticed me..."

The creature began to move towards Katya, straight through the room, the movements casually and effortless, yet disturbingly bizarre of course.


"You can consider this a test. You caught my attention, because you are a collaborator, an opportunist. Because you are a survivor. You would do anything to survive, despiccable acts just so you can get out on top. These are virtues that make you valuable to me. Yet if i find out, that this is not the case, that you are not willing to do anything necessary to survive this, if you prove me wrong... then i will just take from you what i wanted, abuse you in the most perverse ways, and then i will kill the girl that was Katya and turn her into another mundane girl behind soundproof glass. Because you defied me, and i hate nothing more than disobedience. I am a monster not just by appearance, and when facing me... everyone is alone"

The creatures sentence ended, just as the thing stopped a meter before Katya. She would have witnessed, how the creature adapted to all of her movements, as if it was predicting them, making every step of the creature really a step towards her, regardless where she turned.

"What do you do now?"

Katya stared fixedly at the creature's inhuman face as it advanced upon her. It seemed to have planned for every scheme, every plot, every trick she could conceive of. Her lovely face still maintained it's mask of calm, but inside she was trembling. With each step the beast took her muscles screamed for her to run, but she couldn't even walk without it mirroring her like some horrific funhouse illusion.

She backed away from him, but didn't get far. After just a few steps her legs were up against a low dresser; Katya stumbled slightly when she came in contact with the obstacle, her hands groping blindly for a moment until she managed to get a grip on the edge of the dark wood. Her knuckles were white as she clung to the heavy piece of furniture, as if keeping a tight grip on it would anchor her, prevent her from shaking like a leaf.

Pale eyes narrowed as the alien towered over the barely clothed young woman.

"So that's it, you just came here to play Break the Haughty?" She asked, not quite concealing all of the fear in her voice. "You invade my room, threaten me, and then I spread my legs? Doesn't seem like much of a test if you ask me..."

Groping behind her she would have touched some of her tools, a glass with dissolvent, some colors, some brushs, one of them even fell to the ground as her hand involuntarily wiped it off the dresser. It made a low noise as it hit the floor. She would have left them there the last time she worked on her paintings, a small untidiness, quite atypical for her, if one wouldn't know it was the only one she allowed herself. But the creature knew, because it had watched her.

"Yes...Break the Haughty... That quite describes it. Pride or Survival... the classical choice. You russians would know."

The alien took a step backwards, creating a corridor for her towards the bed to her left. But, inevitably, also one towards the dormroom door to her right. A corridor whose wall was made of tentacles, boneplates, slime and terrible glowing eyes that seem to know what it was demanding, seem to know that it was impossible, yet still insisting that she had to. Left or Right. By now it must have noticed her fear...

"If it is this simple..."

Katya's fingers briefly wrapped around the edge of the beat up old cardboard box that held her oil painting supplies. He was close. She had good aim. It would have been simple to fling the supplies at his monstrous face and flee. Pride and anger wove together in her chest and every muscle in her curvaceous body tensed, like a tightly coiled spring.

In an instant though, it dissipated. Her posture went slack as if all the energy and resistance in her body were draining away. Her head tilted forward in defeat has her hand slipped away from the box behind her. Long, rust-red locks tumbled over her shoulders and hid her beautiful face behind a curtain of silky hair. For several long moments she was still and silent.

She would get out of this. She'd turn the tables. She'd get revenge, she told herself as she finally turned, slowly, reluctantly, and crossed the short span between her bed and dresser, never once looking up at the hulking beast.

She stopped just before the queen-sized four poster bed. The heavy, deep blue curtains that hung from the high railing were tied back to each of the wooden posts that stood at the bed's corners, framing the gorgeous young woman's body like curtains, her bed the stage.

With her back towards the alien, the girl's arms disappeared in front of her slender form. A few moments later and the white silk robe slid down her body like water, quickly revealing the graceful curve of her spine and her masterfully sculpted rear. Without a sound she leaned forward and climbed onto the plush mattress, her every movement infused with an innate, effortless sexuality. She turned gracefully, facing up once more. Her large, perky breasts rose and fell evenly as she struggled to keep her breathing regular, to keep her body from trembling with fear and rage. It was bad enough the creature had forced her into this situation she wouldn't, couldn't show fear.

She reached down, soft hands slipping between her thighs and pushing them slowly apart, as if she couldn't force her muscles to act on her own. With her long slender legs spread wide, displaying her moist pink pussy, Katya finally raised her head to meet the beast's gaze. Her ice-blue eyes practically radiated hate and anger, along with no small amount of fear.

Anger seemed to lie within the creatures gaze too, but this was basically because that was how its eyes were appearing. It was a creature meant to threaten, bred to further its goals by forcing its environment, be it conscious or not, to bend for its will. The design of its eyes paid tribute to this purpose. As if a nuclear explosion was going on inside the creature, its eyes were glowing in a terrible orange, and seemed to stare into the deepest abyss of ones mind.

These eyes took in every little feature of the gorgeous body, that undressed before it. The libido of ... what... hundreds of male human brains, one of the few things that was allowed to remain of their consiousness, seemed to agree in unison. This was a girl worth to fuck, worth to risk its own mission, worth several weeks of preparations. But the sexuality of all those males, that was now Thoraks, was only part of something bigger, something alien. To this alien sex, this part that never changed, that remained the same, regardless how much different genes were added to the pool, to this part the reluctance with which her legs were spread was even more enticing. The creatures offsprings fed on feelings like revulsion, fear, hate, but also lust and perversion, so seing her like this, in a state when the revulsion and the hate were clearly visible in her iceblue eyes, was arousing the creature on the procreation level.
But the monster wouldn't have analized its own intentions this deep, it was just what turned it on, and it felt the urge to mate with her growing and growing, like an instinctual reaction coming from the depth of its body.

The creature approached her, until it rose before the bed, almost touching the ceiling of the room with its head. She would see it coming by looking through her spread legs, would even recognize the change in the creatures gaze. It had turned from pure malicious fire into something in which the fire-of-evil-intent mixed with the universal expression that said "You are mine, it is my genital that will be shoved into you". As if it was an echo of uncounted males, whose memes and genes were now part of the alien. This gaze on its own would be bad enough, to distract from the smacking sound that came from the aliens loins, but ... only almost.

It emerged from the skinfold slowly, a massive shaft, a penis... even though using this word to think about it would create nausea, because it meant, that one would know what it would be used for. It was ridged and bumpy, of a darkish grey red, and the tint of the glans was even of a darker grey, making it appear in the color of rotten flesh. Behind the glans grew little, spastically twitching limbs, reminding at a hybrid between human finger and mantis arm. And at base of the penis, which was glistening in translucent slime, two twitching tentacles grew.

Hybrid... thats the word. This creature was a hybrid of everything inhuman.

"I don't even have to restrict you, and i know you hate me for it. But Katya... this makes it even better for me. Your hate, your revulsion... the stronger they are, the better it feels..."

The creature leaned forward and put his claws next to her slender waist. Its loins closed in, yet before the aliens glans pushed against the slit of her womanhood, it stopped. The alien head was hovering before her face, the mouth tentacles so close, the breath so hot, like a steamvalve. And the eyes, the terrible eyes were so close, radiating, staring into hers from nearby.

"You will rub it against your pussy, until you are wet enough, and then you will guide it in, like a good lover does. And all the time you will kiss me, make my slimy tentacles squirm about your face, while yours and my tongue meet."

Katya shuddered with revulsion as the creature approached her bed. She trembled visibly, her pale eyes darting everywhere, anywhere but the area the beast occupied until it loomed too closely for her to avoid. the massive, inhuman beast towered over her naked body, covering her in shadow. The anger in her expression cracked and fell away in seconds, replaced by a quickly rising rush of utter horror.

She couldn't help it - as she felt the mattress move beneath her when alien leaned in a strangled cry of fear escaped her slender throat. She dug her fingers into the soft white coverlet, gripping the fabric as if her life depended on it. Her nubile body tensed, pressing back into the plush surface of her bed, desperate to put put space between herself and the encroaching monster even though she knew she couldn't run.

She didn't want to look, didn't want to acknowledge her impending doom, but she couldn't help but stare in horror as the creature's knobby, alien shaft emerged from it's body, thick and hard and practically pulsating with lust. The small, twitching tendrils that grew from it were almost hypnotic. Her mouth moved silently, though there was no doubt what words her dark-painted lips were forming...

"No, no, no..."

She was silent, paralyzed by overwhelming emotions for several long moments after receiving her command. Slowly, one small hand reached down to grasp the disgusting alien cock between her slender fingers. She whimpered, her hand shaking as she guided the throbbing shaft to her soft, moist pussy lips. A long, low, almost pained groan escaped her, she grimaced, her beautiful face twisted into a grimace as she exerted every ounce of her self control to keep her body from revolting.

She couldn't obey the second command though, no matter how much effort she expended. Her cold blue eyes were locked on the twitching, writing tentacles that surrounded what passed for the beast's mouth, but she couldn't force herself to turn her head and press her lips to his. It was as if her neck and shoulders were locked in place, her face turned away from the creature's.

Isn't it odd, how someone would consider a kiss as something more private... more intimate, than pressing genital on genital? Yet.. it is.The creature that was Thorak couldn't understand the emotions that were connected with a kiss, the alien ways of thinking were too bizarre, too evil, too...alien, even now that it had adapted to the human sexuality. It basically used the kiss as a tool to break her. On this kind of level, the creature would never... could never understand why Katya didn't obey. But on the factual level... the creature already knew. One of the guys it had devoured had been pretty knowledgeable.

It seemed commonly accepted, that kissing originated from the habit of the human ancestors, to feed each other with the mouth. But what enters the body through the mouth could harm it...even kill it. So the kiss was a sign of complete and uninhibited trust: "Kiss me, I trust you, from your mouth wouldn't come anything that could harm me..."
... But anything that could harm you... that was practically the definiton of the creature that loomed over Katya, its hot breath sensible on the fair skin like steam from the pressure-relief valve of some impossible machine.

The scent... one would have expected an evil stench from the deepest chasms of hell, yet it wasn't. It was alien... reminding at old cinnamon, but also somewhat sour... Nothing a human would have known... nothing a human should have known.

So what locked her neck and made it impossible to turn her head and open her tender lips to welcome the aliens...mouth?.... for a disgusting kiss, was the very definiton of the semiconscious protection instinct, that was revulsion. Her whole body, from the depth of her basic instintual reactions, would scream "Danger... Danger... Make it go a away...it will harm us", tensing, while it did so. Letting something like that slip past her lips, that were tightly clenched, pressed together by the natural reaction she would have only partial control about, was just this: impossible.

Something warm, leathery and strong, yet also covered in slime of course, her mind would even refuse for a short time to acknowledge that it was the aliens claw, turned her head slowly. There it was again. This mouth. Rows and rows of teeth. These eyes, glowing red with the intensity of a nuclear explosion.The twitching tentacles. And it closed in. With disgusting expliciteness she would feel the slimy tentacles squirm about her cheeks, her nose and her tightly clenched lips, just before the aliens tonguetip began to slide along the small slit that remained. The sensation would blank out every other one, even the ones originating in her loins, created by the alien cockhead that was partially parting her moistening labias already. All her mind was screaming "Danger...Danger.. Make it go away... it will harm us." Yet the sensation didn't vanish, and the revulsion... didn't fade.

"Open your mouth, or i will kill you"

And kill meant: Subject you to a fate worse than death.

It was impossible, yet this thing insisted, and the intensity with which she felt the words pour into her mind made obvious that it meant them. But even if she tried, her jaws would feel locked. Locked by the semiconscious reaction that was revulsion. Basically it was the same feeling as if someone would have tossed her a, nonvenomous, though her mind would doubt it, snake, and put a gun against her head saying "Swallow it or i will pull the trigger".
The very same survival intinct that made her lie down and spread her legs in the first place would turn traitor on her now.

And the alien knew that. It was turning the system on itself. This was no longer "break the haughty". This was "shatter the haughty to pieces". It would need more then just the subconscious order to open the mouth. It needed her conscious will. If she wanted to survive this, she would have to will her mouth open, fully conscious, even welcoming the feeling, or it would remain impossible. She would have to desire it. And the creature knew that.

It was horrible.

The psychological implications of the situation would have been fascinating to the young woman, had it been any body but her own pinned beneath the mammoth creature. At the moment, however, her tortured mind couldn’t even begin to contemplate the complexities of their relationship’s dynamics.

She just wanted to scream.

It was terrifying to feel the previously frozen muscles of her neck relent instantly as what she hazily identified as the creature’s claw touched the side of her pretty little head and turned it to face upwards once more. The body that had steadfastly refused to obey her own commands couldn’t even maintain the illusion of fighting this…this…

Monster didn’t seem to be a strong enough word to describe what loomed over her. She’d met plenty of creatures in her short career as head girl, aliens and demons and more, of all shapes and sizes. Yet they were recognizable, if she would have laughed at your for insisting they were real less than a year ago. They were shaped like men, or animals, or the monsters motifs than had been repeated a hundred times in history and pop culture. They had been terrifying, but a kind of terrifying that she could comprehend, that she was ready for. This was different.

She wasn’t thinking about this, of course. She wasn’t thinking about anything. She couldn’t think about anything other than saving herself.

With a sharp intake of breath, and a grunt as if she was pushing some immense weight, Katya forced herself to lift up her head and shoulders, closing the short distance between herself and what passed for the alien’s face in an instant, and pressed her soft lips against his mouth. Her entire body shuddered with a deep, base revulsion but she willed herself to not to pull away.

Tears spilled from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, but she held her position, feeling as though time had ground to a screeching halt.