After having sampled the girls of the island, Rexus and Tor moved out of the buildings to the nearby sports field. Hiding around the edges of the stands the large lizard stealthily watched various girls parading around in their sports outfits.

One girl stood out, or rather seemed to be making herself stand out, athletic and obviously having some formal training. Strong prey always made the game more fun, Rexus began to get excited at the prospect, but held onto patience until she made herself vulnerable. Until then he admires her lithe form and entertains ideas of how much fun he'll have with her.

Tamar’s hazel eyes stung and salty, bitter sweat clung to her lips. Her sweat matted dirty blonde hair fell out of the small, pink rubber band that theoretically held it in a ponytail and stuck to the side of her face. She brushed it out of her eyes temporarily as she pawed at her face with both hands. The situation was only made worse as the sweat on her hands was smeared into the sweat on her face. She tried again with the sleeve and then the hem of her shirt but sweat had already saturated the cotton. Now nearly translucent the fabric clung to her fiercely and revealed every last detail from her flat, toned abdominal muscles to her firm, dainty breasts. Her navy blue shorts, short enough when she started to really “bring out her ass”, rode up her thighs becoming little more than a thong and leaving her with quite a wedgie. Tamar tugged at them but the fabric refused to give and she only succeeded in pulling them down a little; progress that was immediately lost when she bent over and placed her hands on her knees in an attempt to catch her breath.

“Wonderful,” she murmured sarcastically, “it’s beyond hot, I’m sticky and gross and my shorts keep riding up my ass...”

She stood up, her face still flushed from the run, and pulled at her shorts again. She knew keeping them out of her ass was a losing proposition at this point and any movement was going to force them right back up there but she was going to keep “fighting the good fight”. Lactic acid began to settle in Tamar’s muscles and she felt her legs begin to tighten. Instinctively she broke into a light trot and headed towards a pair of blue gym mats that had been laid out on the side of the track for stretching.

As she jogged, Tamar looked around the exercise field. There were a lot of pretty girls at Shokushu. In fact the more she looked around the more she realized there were only pretty girls at Shokushu. It was not uncommon to go to the beach in Israel and find yourself, more or less, surrounded by attractive people but there were always a few... others. Here, even that wasn’t the case. It was, Tamar concluded, a little odd. “Like one of those Hollywood TV shows,” she murmured.

Tamar shrugged it off as she reached the mats and sat down. She went through a handful of seated stretches; one leg outstretched then the other, both legs out stretched, an Indian style stretch and a stretch that involved lying on her back and throwing her legs up above his head. Slowly she stood and pulled her shorts back out of her butt. Still sore, Tamar bent at the waist and placed her palms flat on the mat. The progress she made just seconds ago with her shorts was immediately lost.

By the time Tamar had finished her stretches, most of the other girls had decided to "give up the good fight" and go back to their dorms.

Rexus licked his lips as his target was soon left alone on the field, even more so her outfit riding up on her just took away his patience. As she finished her stretching and bent over she noticed a large shadow descend upon her. As she moved to run tentacles shot from it's cybernetic forearms and bound her legs together.

As it approached her a small blobbish green ooze jumped from behind the reptilian and started making it's way towards her as well.

Bent over, palms flat on the ground, barely covered butt high in the air Tamar inhaled and exhaled deliberately. Practicing yoga for years taught her that breathing was a fundamental part of a great stretch. There were few things better then the utterly relaxed bliss that followed a great stretch and Tamar was determined to find that little piece of nirvana today.

She began to become aware that her classmates were finished with their exercises and had begun to head towards the locker room. It started with a couple, became a handful and after a few minutes almost all of her classmates had finished up and headed towards the locker room. A few stragglers remained on the field and Tamar straightened, tugged her shorts out of her butt and flirted with the idea of following. She stood there and weighed the pros and cons and ultimately decided to finish stretching and shower alone. Tamar was no prude and she didn’t mind sharing a shower but it always seemed so hectic, so rushed and it didn’t afford her the opportunity to enjoy the hot water, the steam and her gelly soap. Plus, she decided she hadn’t reached stretch nirvana and that was her goal.

Tamar bent back over and leaned to the left this time, her nose touching her left knee. After a silent twenty count she leaned towards the right and touched her nose to her right knee. A cloud passed over the sun and Tamar found herself in the shade. The temperature change was noticeable and she shivered as she waited for it to pass.

It didn’t.

Slowly, Tamar stood up. Something felt weird. The sudden shade lasted too long to be just a passing cloud and, as far as she knew, sudden storms weren’t common on the island. Even the chill in the air no longer felt natural. She turned her head and came face to face with something.

The something was large and looked like a dragon but dragons weren’t real and this thing looked really, really real. Tamar’s eyes widened and she started to run.

“Oof!” she exclaimed as she slammed into the ground. Somehow she’d tripped over her own feet. The wind was knocked out of her and she struggled to catch her breath. She tried to stand and found her legs were tied, somehow. She looked down; large tentacles had wrapped themselves around her ankles and held her feet together. Tamar tried to pull her feet free but whatever was wrapped around her ankles was too strong. Even still she was determined to escape. She started to crawl, pulling herself forward with her arms.

(Sorry for the delayed response)

Rexus let her pull on the tentacle like cables that bound her, he even let her make some progress. Until Tor caught up with her, as Tamar reached to to pull herself away her hand lands in a pile of green slime. Soon the slime envelops her arms and holds her down.

The large draconian comes up behind her, grabbing her ankles with one hand he lifts her up. With his other clawed hand he begins slowly tearing her skimpy outfit apart, licking her bare skin with his wet tongue as he reveals more of it. Soon he begins releasing the aphrodisiac poison from his extra glands, slowly her body takes in the substance and reacts to it. Although the effect is lessened when not ingested or applied to a sensitive area, she begins to get hot and it's harder to concentrate.

The ground rushed up to meet Tamar and all the breath rushed out of her lungs. She panted, unable to get it back, and struggled to crawl. Her legs were bound, her ankles pressed together and she was forced to inch forward, to pull herself along with her arms. Her stomach ached and her lungs burned and her rapid, frantic pants did little to alleviate either condition. The grass pulled at her shorts as she crawled and friction threatened to undress her. But she couldn’t stop, she had to continue to crawl, she had to escape. Tamar felt her arm sink into something as she crawled and she turned her head expecting a mud puddle.

It was worse.

A small gelatinous blob began to crawl over her arm. It was heavy, too heavy to move, and it prevented her from continuing to crawl. The slime oozed over one arm and then the other and trapped her in place. She struggled, she tried to kick, to free her legs and get to her feet but it was useless. She was, at the moment, hopelessly trapped.

With ease the creature lifted her off the ground. She dangled, her hair long enough to almost reach the ground, and tried to squirm free. Falling on her head would be, she decided, a far superior fate to whatever this thing had planned. A clawed hang tore her clothes. Nothing provided by the school was sturdy. It ripped easily and often in ways that proved revealing. The claw shredded her shirt and revealed the plain white sports bra she’d put on for exercise.

Tamar screamed, “Let me go!” The monster did not comply. Instead it licked her stomach. She wretched, the hot tongue on her bear skin sent a shiver of disgust all through her body and she wanted to vomit but it was only dry heaves. She bit her lip, closed her eyes and fought back tears. She could feel the creature’s tongue on her skin. It was rough, wet and warm and every lick made her feel more and more disgusting.

It started like a pinprick, the heat between her legs and spread outward slowly. It was excruciating, the way it radiated out from the tiniest point. Her mind slowed, thinking became difficult and she struggled to keep her sense and composure.

As Rexus continues to lick her body with his tongue, his claws shred her pants as well right down to her panties. He cuts her sports bra in the middle as well, revealing her small athletic breasts. Kneeling in front of her, he separates her legs releasing the cables but holding her ankles in each clawed hand.

Tor worms his way up her arms, passed her shoulders and to her breasts. The green ooze gropes her breasts, squeezing them in ways that no human hands could hope to. Kneading away at the mounds she feels her upper torso (although hung upside-down) begin to be massaged in a very sensual manner.

The draconian however laps at her taught stomach and thighs, enjoying the smell of her increasing arousal. He'd make this one break and beg no matter how long it took.

Tamar squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. The creature’s tongue dragged its way across her stomach and she could feel the warm, wet trail it left. Her gag reflex kicked in and she wretched, her body convulsed and she threw up, just a little, in her mouth. At the same time heat radiated between her legs and she could feel herself dampening. She fought the feeling, struggled against the urge and tried every trick in her mental Rolodex to stop the pulsating between her thighs. But her mind was sluggish and thoughts and ideas came slowly.

With a single swipe of its claw the monster ripped off her sports bra and freed her small, round, athletic breasts. The flesh globes bounced when their restraint was removed and then swayed slightly whenever she moved. Tamar’s shorts offered no resistance to his claws either and they simply fell away. She was left to dangle upside down in a pair of sweaty white cotton panties.

The blob creature oozed its way up Tamar’s arms and she tried, desperately, to shake it off. She flailed her arms, swung them back and forth and shook them violently but the blob was affixed too tightly and it continued to slowly creep over her arms and onto her chest. The blob slunk its way onto her breasts and began to knead and massage them.

Tamar shuddered, disgusted.

Immediately her mind was drawn to an old memory; a party, a closet and seven minutes of over the shirt fumbling. Momentarily she was reminded of that night but this was different, more focused and more pointed. The thing that groped her breasts was after something.

The large creature that held her ankles tried to part her legs but Tamar fought. She squeezed her knees and thighs together as tightly as she could but, ultimately, the dragon thing proved too strong and it pried them apart. Tamar wanted to scream but she was afraid to open her mouth out of fear of being sick or worse. There was a small throbbing between her legs now and for the life of her Tamar could not figure out why but a moan, even a confused one, was unacceptable in this situation.

She felt the tongue drag over her stomach and down to her thighs and, again, Tamar felt sick to her stomach. She wretched again as the creature nosed around her crotch and, for a moment, Tamar wanted to cry.

The groping of her breasts continued, massaging the small tits extensively. The blob lifted itself up from being a puddle to an almost spherical form on the ground and slowly she was pulled into it. Her entire upper torso was enveloped by green slime, her head and top of her shoulders were all that was left out.

Rexus rotated the Tamar so that she lay on her back facing up in the blob, bring her parallel with the ground. He still had a firm hold on her legs and began nuzzling her panties with her nose and licking her thighs still.

"You looks a little ill girl..." the creature hissed at her as he brought his face up towards her own. "Let me help you with that."

Expecting Tamar to make some kind of response, the dragon readies to push his tongue into her mouth to directly apply the aphrodisiac into her body.

The blob groped and fondled Tamar’s breasts, kneading the small, fleshy globes as skillfully as a blob of ooze could. She felt it pull at her and it dragged her towards the ground as it enveloped most of her chest and torso. The monster turned her until she was lying on her back amid the ooze and facing up at it. Her eyes were still closed tightly but she could feel the creature there near her. The creature had her legs spread and it nuzzled against her panties with its face. She struggled and tried to free herself but the ooze and the dragon creature were too strong.

Warmth continued to radiate out from between her legs and Tamar felt goose bumps rise on her thighs. She was a different kind of turned on. It was not the same as the feelings she got from fumbling in the dark with a boyfriend or watching a video or looking at pictures online it was a lot more “needy” and she struggled to string two coherent thoughts together.

"You looks a little ill girl..." the dragon hissed at her, "Let me help you with that."

Before she could stop herself Tamar opened her mouth to respond and the creature shoved its tongue into her mouth. She gagged and choked on the large tongue. It was as warm, wet and rough as it had been on her stomach and thighs. She wanted to be ill but the knot in her stomach faded and she felt herself get hot. It was the same heat she’d felt between her legs but now it spread and radiated from a dozen different places throughout her body.

As the venom was directly applied, she'd likely find the attention from the blob more appealing, as well as the creature slowly withdrawing it's tongue from her soft mouth. Returning to her hips, Rexus licked and drooled over her fine body. His tongue hooked around her panties and began tickling her soft folds guarding her entrance. The intoxication escalated to drive the girl crazy with sexual desire, her body on fire with sensations.

Intending to drive her to the brink, Rexus and Tor stimulated her body in every conceivable way. Kneading her breasts, the sensation of hands all over her upper torso massaging her, the rough, wet tongue from her thighs all the way to her toes, and the nuzzling of her panties the wet tongue slipping under them to taste her juices.

Rexus and Tor awaited her response, either vocal or physical to the sexual assault on her body to see what direction to go in next.