Siferus came by a file for a student named Narrisa, and the look of her brought a smile to his face. A devious grin came to his face as he read about her and decided that he wanted to play with her next. He pondered for a moment as to how to lure this one out and to him. An evil glimmer was in his eye as he came up with his idea.

At Narrisa's dorm door, a letter slid beneath the door with the school envelope. It was printed on the school letterhead to look official.

Narrisa Lorris, you have received an unsatisfactory grade on a test in your biology test. You are required to present yourself to room 323 at noon today and take a retest. Failure to comply with this notice will result in a failing test grade, demerits and possibly detention. The person administering your retest will not be your instructor, but a different professor.

Shokushu staff

After delivering his letter, Siferus scurried off to the room that he had designated as the retake area and donned his disguise and waited for the prey to come to the predator. Hopefully this one would be a challenge to him.

Siferus sat in the instructors chair, thumbing through a magazine in a charming dark blue suit with a light blue button up shirt beneath it with the top two buttons undone. A gold necklace hung from his neck, but the charm that had been on the chain had broken, or had been made to look that way. His hair was long, the end of his ponytail dragging on the floor and had his feet propped up on the desk.

When Narrisa arrives, he will stand up and greet her.

Narrisa Lorris, right? Please take a seat in front and we'll get this retest started. He would say simply with a smile, but there was a glimmer in his eye that might not be right.

Troubled eyes scrolled over the letter again and again as quick stepped Narissa traveled down the hallways. It seemed the russet skinned girl couldn't understand it. No matter how many times her liquid black eyes read it over, or how many times she yanked her earlobe to settle herself down, the typed letters never rearranged themselves to say 'Congratulations on passing' or at least a 'April Fools' where the Shokushu school heading was.

'Failed test!? This just can't be! I thought I passed that one, I studied for that one!' Grumbling to herself while traversing the student filled hallways. She could only absent-mindedly navigate through the mass, eyes still straining through the paper.

'That's it! I'm never taking a test seriously again in my life! I didn't even bother studying for that math test and pass with 'flying colors.' Then I work my butt off studying for this-- look where it gets me!!'

Ranting to herself, occasionally pressing down her school skirt as she it attempted to ride up thighs in her long strides.

'Man do I hate this uniform! It's like it's got a mind of its own.' Glancing at her watch, it was already 11:45, the room number she needed to get to already in front of her.

"Well, at least I'm on time." Taking a moment to compose her self, letting all her prior anxieties and nervousness leave her body, she breathed in deeply and opened the door.

Just as she feared.

No one else was there.

'No frick'n way . . . I KNOW I'm not the only one who failed!!'

The pace of her heart picked up, fortunately she was already on top of it and gave her attention to the substitute professor.

"Good--"checking her clock again, 11:52,"--morning sir. How are you today?" Narissa stared at his casual posture, with his feet kicked up on the desk, wearing a dark outfit and a long pony-tail that reached the floor, Narissa could say he was very attractive.

'Let's just pass pleasantries . . . then I'll present my case. Maybe it was a mistake in the grading? Yeah, that's it.'

The test administrator stood and smiled to her, greeting her with the test protocol.

"Actually, sir, I think there is a mistake with my grade. Is there a way I could see the paper that I did for it?" She asked it respectfully, only coming up to the teacher's desk itself as she stared into his dark eyes.

"I'm only asking because I believe I did well on it last time.

He sat in place until she got a little closer to him, answering her questions with a gentle smile. When she stood in front of the desk he put his feet down and sat up straight, strands of his jet black locks flailing about. His ponytail still touched the floor, despite the fact he was sitting up straight now, though far less dragged on the floor. I'm doing well, today. Actually, you're the only one that is expected to be here for this retake, Ms. Lorris. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Professor Darkcrown.

He perked an eyebrow as Narrisa pleaded her case, saying that she thinks that she passed the exam. He gave her a pleasant smile as he reached into the desk drawer and pulled out the previous exam which of course, was a forgery of her handwriting perfectly, all the answers were wrong, save one or two. It was convincing enough to defeat her argument.

I was going to give this back to you anyway, Ms. Lorris. I don't like to see other people fail tests. I prefer to see students succeed. You can use your test to avoid making the same mistakes. He said in a rather elegant, yet masculine voice. There was a glint in his eye that could be seen as lusting but it had a deeper meaning to them. His emerald green eyes had plenty of sparkle to them as she stared into them.

Oh, this one is precious. I'm going to have some fun with this girl. hehehehe He thought to himself. He stood up to escort her to her seat and it was then that it would be obvious that his suit was just specifically for him, the cloth following the shape of his body perfectly.

Don't worry about a time limit. Just take your time and do your best on this test, Ms. Lorris. I am actually off today, so I have all day if need be.

After being coaxed to her seat in the first row closest to the teacher's desk, Narissa finally sat herself down and looked over the grade. At first, it was just one . . . then two . . . .several . . .

'Wait . . . Did I do . . .all of this wrong??' Her once carfully placed resolved began to sink like a rock in the middle of her chest as she skimmed down the paper.

'Forumula missing exponent, forumula wrong, equivalent exchange false . . . wrong, wrong, wrong!!'

But it couldn't be that way! But looking back up at the top of the test, it was her name no less and in her hand-writing as the information was correct.

'Did I . . study it wrong? Did I read the wrong chapters!?'

Narissa looked at her blank, clean slated paper for the retest and she stared at it ominously. If she was able to use her old paper to make sure she didn't make the same mistakes, it would have been fine, she would be able to see the pattern of where she messed up and recheck . . . But like this it, 'I might as well be taking the test blind and circle random boxed in the answer key!'

Her wavering eyes looked back up to Professor Darkcrown. He had been most helpful so far, he acted kindly towards her, rather than scolding her . . . Maybe he could help her durning this.

"Sir . . . I'm sorry but," she bit her lip, "I don't think I can take this." Without even looking at the retake to see if it was just the same test or not, she knew if she had failed that badly that there was something not clicking with her. "I think need help."

He looked down at her as she examined the forged document, laughing to himself as she fell for it hook, line and sinker. The look on her forlorn face led him to believe that she was going to ask for help with this before she actually did. He stood up, walked over to the door, pulling it closed, locking the door silently and walked back to where Narissa was sitting.

He pulled the chair from behind the desk over to in front of her and sat down, leaning back and keeping his legs open. Not a flirtatious gesture unless she made it into one.

I don't know much about biology, but I'll do what I can. I teach psychology. What would you like me to help you with, Ms. Lorris? He asked innocently enough.

'Why would they give a test without a professor in the subject?' But Narissa wasn't too picky about it as he continued to try and help her.

"Proffesor, I thought what I was doing for the test was well, perhaps not a perfect score, but still enough to pass well enough." Pulling up her test with, she showed it to him, her wrist upturned.

"But here . . . I'm not even sure if I could even take it." Leaning closer to him, so she could point to a particularly simple question, "Like here . . . that's just the formula for chloroplast .. . sugar, mitochondria, water . . . I've been writing the equations for the formula like that for since the whole of my life . . . But here . . . I don't even know what I was on with the way I answered it here." It was true, their, it looked like she had written the forumula with an additive of sodium, salt, in the place of the glucose.

Leaning close to the teacher, she was more aware of the equation of the answer than how her uniform and given Darkcrown an ample view of her bust.

"Do you see?"

He smiled taking in the sight of her beautiful bosom, not understanding a word of what she was saying, but that's why she had aced the test originally. The bad thing about the suit he was wearing was he was beginning to get aroused, and it gets easy to notice as big as he was. He stood up and walked around to behind her chair and as he moved, he cleared his throat, a bit of his thread sticking to the seat of her chair, doing it once more to be sure there would be enough to hold her in place when she sat back down. The whole time he made it look like he was focusing on the questions at hand.

Well, it doesn't look like what you wrote on your original test, Ms. Lorris. Here you wrote what looks like extra components. Trying writing your formula without the extra stuff. That's all I can really tell you. I'm not even supposed to be helping you. It is a test, after all. He said with that million dollar smile that just radiated that the last part had been a tease. Fortunately, he had managed to suppress her arousal enough to not be noticed, unless she were looking for it. He moved his chair to be next to her as he calmly put his hand on her shoulder and lowered her back onto her chair, ensuring that she was stuck. She was his now. Before she had gotten there, he had made sure that he stuck the chair to the floor as well.

Gently nudged back straight in her seat, Narissa was able to see a slight buldge of cloth from his.

"Oh . . .wow," she barely whispered under her breath, no longer looking towards him, but to the blank answer key for the test. A heat spread from her nose to her cheeks as she tried to pretend she hadn't seen that buldge from beneath his waist line, hopfully playing it off well by looking like she was paying attention to the motionless test gather dust.

Haha.

She never was good at deceiving.


"Al-alright . . . I'll just be . . .extra carful," she said, picking out a pencil from her back pocket an writing down her basic information on the standardized form. Not that she really could focus on the first question now, but hopfully it would take her mind off what may have been his arousal.

But maybe, had she been listening the the red flags flying in her head, she might have had the chance to fly away from the threads of a deceptive web that was being weaved all about her.

He chuckled to himself as he noted that she had caught a glimpse at the long cock held beneath his clothing. He knew that she was stuck to her chair and wasn't going anywhere for the time being, until he decided to move her, that is. Hearing her whispered comment, he smiled innocently enough.

See something impressive, Ms. Lorris? Or should I call you Narrisa? He said with that sparkle in his eye again. Sitting back in his chair, he watched as she pulled the pencil out of her back pocket, catching a glance at her rounded ass and the bulge began to come back, this time a little more prominently. His attention began to wander towards what he would be doing to her soon enough.

"Um-- nothing professor!" she quickly supplied, accidentally running the pencil off the paper with an unpleasent scratch. "Sorry!" She inwardly groaned as she she flipped the pencil between her choclate colored fingers and pressed the rubber end into the smooth surface of the desk.

"Um . . .yes. Your hair is very nice and long. Mine's is just short and blue like that," she said, avoiding his glance.

Rubbing like mad, her eyes drifted again to the atractive instructor, seeing that charismatic smile adorned on his face again.

'Great! He probably thinks I'm an airhead!' she thought, her eyes sneaking wayward down to his waist line before she even knew it... and oh gosh . . . 'Did that buldge get even--

SNAP

The pressure she used to press down was too much for the poor wooden writing utensil as it snapped in half, the edge biting into her palm. It was harmless, but still hurt the top layer of her skin.

"Ugh!"

He laughed and shook his head when he noticed her eyes trailing down his body. It was then that he noticed how aroused he was getting in her presence. His face got a little redder with embarrassment and let out a little laugh when her pencil broke in her hand.

It looks like your checking out something other than my hair, Narrisa. Should I show it to you without anything holding it back? He said with a devious smile on his face. Just the thought of her wanting to see his hard cock made it stand fully hard, straining to get out of the suit pants. He unzipped his pants and pulled the hard shaft out of his pants for her to gaze upon, tempting her.

Is this view a little better for you?

When he said she was interested in something other than his hair . . . for a moment, she wish she could have shut off her brain.

Narissa's eyes expanded at the sight, her mouth agape with shock. Sitting their in his black suit, his hands release, was his erect cock, standing on its own quiet well without his hands.

Her brain seemed to have shut down as her eyes were forced to stare at the near foot long of a man shaft. Her eyes traced in both wonder and fear at all the veins that ran its length from the member that sprouted from the black cloth of his zipper. It was when her eyes reached up to the head of the cock did she see the small dribble of pre-cum on the slit that she finally was able to snap back at herself.

"Um, SORRY, I didn't mean to stare, I mean fail--um, I'm not looking for working up my grade that way-- um, I think I'll just take that failure and work it off later BYE!" In her nervous movements, jerking her head away from the . . . . other head, she nervously gathered up her pencil pieces, scooped up some of the shredded eraser shavings that came from her rigourous erasing and made to get up.

Only to be stuck somewhere between the "getting" and "uppy" part.

"Sorry! I think my skirts caught or something!" she yelped nervously trying to look anywhere at her skirt but at the Professor and his friend, a hot blush already tinting the whole of her face.

She had given him the answer that he hoped she would, turning him down. If she had submitted, that would have been no fun for him. Deciding that it was enough fun with the costume, he began to reveal his true form. The skin began to get darker, his eyes got an evil glow to them as he actually began to increase the mass of his body. Cloth tore as he grew to his full size and 8 more appendages grew from his body. Soon he stood there, his spidery form revealed. Even the tone of his voice had changed. It was deeper, darker and more foreboding

I know something is holding you down. It's thread that I make you see. You're here because I wanted you to be. Now that you are, I'm going to have a great deal of fun with you, Narrisa. The spider smirked. Standing on his back two legs which were thicker and more muscular than the other 8 of them, Narrisa would hear the cracking of bones as the relocated them to give them the flexibility of tentacles. Tentacles shot towards her and grabbed her wrists and ankles, pulling her from the chair, tearing her skirt clean off her body.

My my. You're rather attractive. You are the reason I was getting so aroused, Narrisa. You're just too sexy to allow to escape my grasp. He said, chuckling darkly as a tentacle slithered into her tight pussy and injected his aphrodisiac into her.

With the way her heart stopped as she saw the horrifying transformation, Narissa could have testified that fear was powerful enough to physically graps the small organ. Or maybe even to grip around her throat and making her breathing come out in small raspy sounds.

Before her, stood on its rear hinds, was a large spider creature, but no less for a head, the man that had been so charismatic to her, leering down at her in more than an innocent way.

She was here . . . not for a failed test? Did that mean she didn't have to retake it? Does that mean she can totally leave now?!

Before she could even give those thoughts an utterance, a sickeng bone crackeling and popping sound originated from the creature and, if Narissa followed it the length of its legs, she could see the bones slipping and retracting from the limbs and into the main body of the what used to be her Professor.

With the sudden fluidity and flexibilty of the limbs, Narissa attempted to run away from the uncoming legs, only succefully leaning back from them as they grabbed at her wrist and ankles. With a tug at her waist, the noodle legs pulled her up, yanking her past her own skirt still stuck to the chair as they carried her half nude form towards the face of Darkcrown.

"Please, Professor!" she said, still only knowing him by his name as she attempted to close her legs at her knees. "Please don't do this! I promise to study real hard on my next test--I swear!!"

Panic and fear seemed to have mingled into her thoughts as she attempted to let him let her go, but the sudden tentacle at her panties pressed into her, squirting a warm type of goo into the cotton cloth stuff up her hole from the intrusion.

"Ah!"

He leered down at her, holding her firmly, the tentacles coiling up her leg round and round up to her thighs while the tentacles holding her wrists coiled around her arms to about elbow length. When she offered to study harder for the next test, he just laughed darkly.

I'm not concerned about your tests, Narrisa. I'm not even a professor here. I'm one of the resident monsters they have here. I'm Siferus Darkcrown. The spider said, an evil glimmer of desire in his eyes. The tentacle tore her panties away, a loud but brief tearing sound filling the air around them as that same tentacle began to rub itself against the softness of her pussy lips. A second deviant tentacle slithered it's way up her shirt, the soft muscle slithering against her bare skin, tearing her blouse and bra away both at once, the sound of falling buttons and tearing cloth filling the silence once more. He gazed at her naked body, devouring her with his eyes as the tentacle the tore the blouse and bra away was joined by another tentacle as the coiled themselves around her breasts, massaging them thoroughly.

I don't think it's hard to figure out what comes next, does it? That fluid I injected into you was a powerful aphrodisiac that will arouse you quickly and keep you in an aroused state for about 3 orgasms. After that, the effects will wear off, but you'll still be in my grasp. He said, laughing darkly once more before spitting his thread over the doors, preventing her escape or anyone interrupting him.