Classroom Distractions
a role-play adaptation by The_Nameless and Keahi
Part 1: The Nightmare
The darkness swirled and gathered beneath the perpetual shadows that blanket Shokushu's forests, stirring to formless life just beyond the reach of the glaring afternoon sun. It filled the air with monstrous shrieks too faint for human ears, that nonetheless send inexplicable shivers down the spines of the students scrambling through the school courtyard. It stirred within the forest, awakened by another's presence within the nearby campus, a sensual heat that it instinctively desired. It twisted and stretched underground, through snaking tree-roots into buried cables and wires, then upward through hollow ventilation shafts and winding conduits. The living shadows reached forward with countless formless fingers, branching and winding through every plastic pipeline and tube of the building until it emerged, like a vast icy ocean of wavering air, into the soft sunlit air of a classroom filled with students.
The teacher gave a tired lecture, oblivious to the unseen presence swirling silently around the desk of one bored-looking red-haired girl, her head on her desk. The air wavered slightly, as though the classroom were deluged in some calm clear tropical ocean, the students and teacher shifting in the subtle currents as Keahi rested in a seat near the back of the class. Thin faint shadows fell across the beige carpet, writhing serpentine shapes forming a web of shadows over the floor as they silently twisted their way toward the young student's desk.
The air itself hung empty, the shadows cast by something unseen, unnoticed by the students, winding its bodiless tendrils around every desk and chair, across seemingly every inch of the carpet.
Something suddenly whipped around Keahi's throat and yanked her upright against her seat, her throat gripped by thin ice-cold coils reaching around her neck from behind, cutting off her scream. They wrenched backward and slammed her head against her chair, her back straight against the seat while, at the same instant, icy strands of wriggling flesh lashed across her calves, thin stringy loops pinching her flesh hard between them.
"OW!!!"
Still groggy despite being roughly handled, the lack of sleep made her reactions slow as she reached to touch the cold things sliding across her throat. Her hands found only empty air and the warm skin of her own throat, along with firm indentions running across her neck where she still felt the cold tightening flesh against her skin. Long twisting shadows flickered across her school uniform and fell across her neck and waist, barely visible amid the shifting beams of the afternoon sun pouring through the windows. She sat alone in the classroom, silently looped and lashed into her schooldesk by the invisible coils of the shadow-drenched air, as her ankles, tightly wrapped by the thin bodiless tendrils, began to drag steadily apart.
"OH HELL NO!!!"
She cried out at the clutching things, using her strong calf muscles to seal her legs shut again.
"OK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU," she screamed into the classroom, and then she hissed, "come out or I'll set myself on fire to get you off!"
The teacher suddenly whirled toward her, his face contorted with both irritation and satisfaction as though he'd been expecting an outburst from this particular student. He glared at her, the class silent except for a few nervous giggles from the other girls. None of them noticed the winding shadows gliding across the carpet like a million black rivers, all flowing around bookbags and idly kicking feet toward a single desk.
"Is there a problem," he demanded with a stern glare, one hand still reached toward the blackboard where he'd just finished scribbling out a long, mind-numbingly dull word-problem involving parallel freight trains and quadratic equations.
"Can you believe that nutcase," one of the students whispered within earshot, her voice smug and mocking, "screaming out in the middle of class like that! I'll bet she starts raving about those 'monsters' she's always going on about, you should hear her...
Another unseen tendril wove around her left calf, the cold flesh pinching her leg as it looped upward across her knee, an insubstantial phantom that nonetheless bound her leg tight, the cold grip of its flesh and the winding shadow of its unseen body the only hints of its presence. A third and fourth wrapped tightly around her bare leg as well, her calf seemingly enveloped in the throbbing coils of the invisible, bodiless tendrils.
Yet another threaded around her right ankle, then still another wormy tendril wound up her right leg; her closed legs shuddered, gripped by more than a dozen of the unseen tentacles, their wriggling shadows reaching silently across the sun-speckled floor like the countless snaking arms of a vast black anemone, unnoticed by all but her.
Keahi quickly decided that whatever was touching her definetly wanted her to make an outburst, especially with that smug bastard up front with his chalk. Men on this island were never to be trusted. She might as well punish the girl with the big mouth, though.
"No, not raving," she whispered as she reached the lighter under the girl who had called her nuts's skirt and lit it.
The taunting girl quickly began to squirm within her desk and beat at the flames spreading across her thick pleated skirt. The teacher gave Keahi a single silent glare and then turned toward the other student as she rolled across the carpet and ripped her charred skirt loose from her panty-clad hips, the class in an uproar of shock at the burning, discarded skirt and of whispering, snickering delight at the disrobed girl.
"That's enough," the teacher shouted impatiently and uselessly, "it's under control now..."
Amid the growing babble and chaos of the students, the unseen appendages suddenly whipped all around Keahi's slender form, several snaking around her waist and lashing her tight into her desk. Long slender strands lashed across her blouse, leaving only slight wrinkles in the white fabric to hint at the tight suffocating loops drawn around her chest. The writhing nest of tendrils coiled around her legs squeezed still harder, while the invisible binds around her neck drew her head back against her chair.
The wormy, endlessly stretching tentacles clutched her arm tight, cold slippery loops clenching her wrist, forearm, elbow and arm all at once, all forcing her arm straight out beside the desk. Her classmates, even her teacher, stared at the panicked girl and the mystery of her scorched skirt, none of them noticing Keahi's outstretched arm or her lighter, held tight even as the gripping tendrils slowly pried it loose.
Keahi let a smug smirk pass her lips at her victory, suddenly having it wretched from her by the snaking tendrils. She gulped back the disgust and panic in her throught, her fingers slipping and letting her lighter fall to the floor. At least the girl suffered, though at most she knew she would suffer ten times worse at the hands of whatever had a hold of her.
The lighter tumbled lightly onto the floor beneath her desk and quickly seemed to vanish within the sinewy shadows writhing across the sun-dappled carpet, neither Keahi's fallen lighter nor the bodiiless swarm noticed amid the droning hum of students talking about the burnt uniform. The unseen tendrils of her tormenter drew still tighter, thin deep creases drawing tight along the front of her blouse as they constricted her chest, her neck, her legs, her arms, her waist, binding her tight within her own desk.
"Do you," a stern voice asked, "have anything to say about this?"
Whether the teacher knew that something has secretly snared his most rebellious student, or simply thought that her posture was a bit stiffer and more suspicious than normal today, the sadistic gleam in his eyes made it clear that his question offered no hope of rescue; just one wrong move, just one outburst in front of the silently watching class, could easily lead to the labs, or even the basement.
He stood above her, waiting for her answer, foot tapping impatiently and arms grimly crossed--all while, silent and unseen, the shadow of some slender looping appendage curled its tip beneath the rim of her skirt, lifting it up just slightly as two cool moist tendrils slithered invisibly along her parted thighs, the tips of their shadows melting into the warm darkness beyond the rustling pleats of her skirt.
She laughed nervously, trying her best to keep a calm face even as she felt trapped like a rat.
"Why no sir, I was jut calmly sitting here. I'm sorry about my earlier outburst I had not much sleep last night and I kind of dozed off and had a nightmare. Sorry about it, I'm awake now."
The teacher walked slowly backward toward the front of the classroom, the rest of the students finally calming down and returning to their lessons as his dark eyes focused on Keahi for a moment longer. He rolled a piece of chalk lightly between his fingertips, staring intently at the troublemaker as he studied her expressions. He finally spoke, his voice a low growl.
"So be it," he answered her, "but I'm keeping my eye on you..."
The phantasmal tendrils within her skirt suddenly touched her, the slender round tip of a wormy feeler slipping beneath the rim of her pantied crotch, cool moist flesh grazing along the tight folds of her sex, the ball of its tip barely parting her clenched nether lips as it wriggled inward to trace up and down along the warm slit of her cunt. A second appendage wound its way across the front of her white panties and shoved down the waistband, snaking down through the dark strands of her pubes and curling its blunt tip around her nub, the base of her clit looped and the tip brushing against her panties as the tendril rolled her nub in slow deep circles.
The teacher watched her out of the corner of his eye as he turned back toward the chalkboard, the students still whispering to each other about the brief fire as, unseen and unnoticed, the formless appendages attacked Keahi: her tensed legs gripped by countless living binds, her body lashed within her desk, wrists coiled by throbbing loops of icy flesh as thin wriggling shapes glided inward between the buttons of her blouse.
The torment of not being able to see her evil player added to the experience. The addition of not being able to at least fight back due to the rest of the students added an even worse fate for her. She tried to keep her mouth shut, biting her lips and closed her eyes as her shoulders shuddered to the teasing of the little nub against her silken gliustening lips. She could feel the dampness growing against her school issued panties, trying to hope that class would be dismissed soon. Not that, being pinned into her desk, she could do much to retaliate anyway.
The invisible loops drew tighter around Keahi's arms, pinning them back against the sides of her chair, keeping her bound arms from covering her chest as the thin tapering feelers squirmed between the buttons of her thin blouse. Two of the snaking tendrils wrapped beneath the tight cups of her bra, secretly coiling and squeezing her breasts beneath her still-fastened top, their flickering tips pressed against her nipples by her own bra.
"And how many miles," the teacher asked, "did the first train travel?"
The slimy cords knotted around her knees dragged them slightly open, exposing the growing moistness between her widening thighs to the two slithering feelers within her pleated skirt. Hidden beneath her skirt, their slender nubs wriggled deeper beneath the wet cotton of her crotch: one curled around her clit, thin loops pulsing against the shaft of her nub, as the second tendril stroked up and down her soft glistening nether lips.
"Well Keahi," the teacher demands as the other students begin to giggle, "are you going to answer...or did you fall asleep again?"
Chapter 2: The Kiss
"Which train in the collision are we talking about," Keahi managed to squeak out as she started to shake slightly, not that noticbly but very very bothersome to her as she tried to keep some self control.
The sheath of throbbing tendrils gripped her bare thighs tight, forcing her legs still against the edge of her seat, keeping Keahi from even crossing her legs as the two unseen feelers lapped steadily within the folds of her skirt. Her stiffening nub rolled in slow circles within the moist crotch of her panties, tugged up and down by the coiled tendril; the invisible thing's blunt fleshy head wriggled against the firm tip of her tendril-looped clit, while its partner caressed the tight glistening slit of her sex, brushing slowly along her flushed nether lips.
"The train on the RIGHT side of the board," the teacher snapped impatiently, gesturing toward a jumbled mess of numbers scrawled across the blackboard, along with two arrows that must be the trains.
"And as much as you'd probably like it to be, this question's NOT one of those nightmares you say you keep having!"
The other girls giggled, the full truth of the teacher's words lost on them, perhaps lost on the teacher himself, none of them seeing Keahi's tormenter even as they stare at her. The bodiless thing slid its tendrils deeper between the flaps of her blouse, squeezing her left breast hard within her bra, her nipple jutting against the tight fabric cup. Another appendage slithered tight around the swell of her right breast, its knobby tip circling her nipple and plucking it up and down as the whole class watched.
A blush crept onto her cheeks, the entire class watching her while she felt these things happening. She tried to squirm a little and her voice felt caught inside her throat. She opened her mouth, trying to make a sound as she felt a tingling go up the side of her body.
"I don't know. I have no idea," she gushed out a little and just hung her head as she softly muttered, "I'm sorry."
The hanging of her head worked to make her look repetant--and also hide the fact that she'd started to bite her lip to prevent herself from screaming at the teasing feelers. She could feel something moving her panties sideways as her sensitive bodyparts moved of what appeared their own accord.
The cold loops around Keahi's throat wrenched her face up, forcing her eyes to meet the teacher's glare, refusing to even allow her to hide the blush of her cheeks. The coiled shaft pressed its tip against her chin, tilting her downturned head back up to reveal her flushed fac and bitten lips to the whole class--and then, even as the teacher looked down at her, a moist round touch caressed her upper lip, the tip of yet another unseen tendril brushing slowly along her mouth and then down along the soft swell of her lower lip, sensuously tracing along both her lips.
"Then maybe someone who WAS paying attention can tell us," the teacher started, and then he suddenly turned his attention back to the young student, noticing her tensed shudder for the first time, "are you feeling well?"
Although the man seems more irritated with this latest distraction than genuinely concerned for her health, he studied her features intently for the first time. Her skirt just barely hid the moistening fabric of her panties, the crotch yanked against her left thigh as her stiff scarlet nub rocked up and down against her glistening pink folds, nodding seemingly of its own accord as the invisible feeler squeezed the hard tip in its throbbing loop. Her tightened slit winked open and shut, each rhythmic stroke of the second tendril along her sex spreading and closing her flushed nether lips.
"Ohmigod, can you believe that," one of the classmates whispered to another, the meaning of her tension clear to them even if the source was a mystery, "can you believe what she's doing right here in class!?"
She almost felt a bit of relief at having the teacher turn around until she noticed her very in-depth, problematic state.
Then that girl opened her mouth.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" she growled at the girl as her head started to swim. She so wanted to just sit there and moan and buck her hips and be covered by whatever was teasing her. But she couldn't, not with all of those girls in the room. No, she had to get into control--even though she could feel her body tense, wanting to orgasm all over the place, her nub as hard a little jewel as it ever could be and the wetness on the seat of her chair starting to go under her thigh.
The unseen mass of dripping tendrils tightened their embrace, looping around the legs and seat of her desk, their loops slowly sliding across her blouse, against her thighs, around her arms all at once. A third tendril slipped down the collar of her blouse and wriggled beneath the left cup of her bra, its small round tip gently pushing her stiff pink nipple in and out of her swollen breast while the first two feelers coiled tighter around her globes, shaking her breasts lightly up and down within her bra and squeezing them in quick steady pulses, beneath the white cotton of her blouse.
The teacher spoke, the words lost amid the storm of sensations unleashed upon Keahi but his face just as annoyed and impatient as before, and then he turned almost instantly to the blackboard, erasing the problem and starting some new diagram.
Two wormy feelers squirmed across her seat from behind and then slipped silently into the back of her skirt, shoving down the back of her panties and slithering tight across the cheeks of her small round bottom. The stringy tendrils crawled beneath her, pressed tight between the cheeks of her bottom by her weight within the desk, and then emerged between her thighs.
Their tips brushed lightly along her nether lips and then suddenly spread them wide, her juices soaking her skirt as the tendril that had been reaming her sex now wriggled deeper, tasting the tight rose-red walls of her inner sheath, each brush of the feeler within her swollen labia matching the rhythm of the flickering tendril along her clit.
"You're beautiful when you're mad," the girl taunted Keahi once more, sitting in the desk directly behind her--and then she suddenly leaned forward and, amid the secretive snickers of her classmates behind the teacher's bacl, lightly kissed Keahi across the lips.
The shock from having someone kiss her got her concentration off and she could feel herself clench upon the invader inside of her body.
Being teased and then having something plunge into her body while being distracted was too much: she could feel the wetness she had almost exploded from her pussy soaking her panties and making the seat she was on very wet. She almost wanted to shake in embarressment, glad that she wasn't noisy and had bitten her lip in order to prevent a scream, the writhing kept to a minimum from her being pinned to her chair.
Perhaps the girl had only intended a quick mocking kiss, but her lips lingered a moment along Keahi's moist trembling mouth, sensing the silent throb of her helpless excitement.
The taunting girl's tongue tentatively stroked along Keahi's lips and then slipped deeper, the distracted teacher's back turned as, amid all the delighted whispers of the class, the blonde-haired bully began to truly kiss her. Keahi's head hung across the back of her seat, pulled by the invisible tendrils looped around her neck and chin, as the girl leaned forward over her own desk, her soft lips steadily caressing Keahi's lips, her small pink tongue swirling slowly around the tip of Keahi's tongue, and then sliding deeper into her mouth, between her victim's trembling lips.
The other students snickered silently, this secret taunting kiss growing into a passionate scandal behind their teacher's back--while, unnoticed even by the leering students, countless bodiless shadow tendrils writhed across the carpet toward Keahi's desk, ensnaring her within a secret scandal far worse than the smug girl's kiss.
Two smooth soft feelers slipped loosely about her bare knees and twisted up along the glistening flesh of her inner thighs; the slender loops around the crotch of her panties pulled them against the crease of her left thigh, letting her juices run down over the seat, as the tendrils that had been stroking her swollen lips spread them wider. The two new feelers lapped and squirmed against the spread rose-petal folds of her pussy, their firm round tips growing warm and wet with Keahi's arousal, while the single tendril between the four flickering feelers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy, her body clenching around the invading shaft as it wriggled deeper between her smooth trembling walls.
She started to breath quickly between the lips of the taunting girl. She wished she could just disappear as the plump forms of her lips spread themselves, trying to feel her legs and move them to no avail. She couldn't move, she couldn't resist--and this girl was making it even worse.
She felt a tear pass her eye, then gulping it back and staring ahead.
Wriggling strands of smooth slender tendrils draped across Keahi's legs, sliding up her kneecaps--their invisible shapes brushing back and forth along the delicate inner curves of her thighs, their winding bodiless tongues lapping along her wet inner thighs. They squirmed upward, formless shadows disappearing into the darkness within her rustling skirt, and her bound legs spread slightly wider, her knees straddling the corners of her seat, her juices spreading between them.
All of them touched her at once, tendrils grazing and tasting every inch of her passion-soaked cunt: her flushed red nether lips spread wide by two smooth feelers, her tender inner flesh caressed by two more tendrils while another plunged and twisted its soft sinewy length deeper between them. Her body clenched it tight while another coiled length squeezed and rolled her hardened clit up and down, then tilted her nub upward while yet another feeler wriggled its tip along the swollen underside of her tendril-curled clit. Another feeler, as thin as a shoelace, slipped down to perversely tease the pinpoint hole of her urethra, while yet another traced the quivering rim of her sex, licking away her arousal.
All while so many other feelers all tasted, stroked, and tormented every throbbing inch of her abused sex, all at once.
Perhaps the girl somehow suspected Keahi's plight, or perhaps she simply imagined her victim to be some sort of willing masochist. Either way, the bizarre kiss only grew deeper, the original taunting intent seeming to fade into breathless desire. Her lips crushed and massaged Keahi's plump shuddering lips, her tongue drawing Keahi's tongue out between her lips to reveal the coiling dance of their tongues between their brushing lips, all for the amusement of her snickering friends--all while the grotesque secret shared between Keahi's skirt-clad pelvis and the formless serpent-fingered things grew faster, her now barely-covered sex seeming to ripple and convulse like a gasping mouth beneath the invisible strokes of so many feelers, silently licking her inside and out.
She felt the sides of her body shudder, her hands clenching into two fists--she wanted to scream, she wanted to moan and buck and she could feel her body being tingled and teased everywhere. Her tongue danced with its partner outside of it, treating the girl's tongue as if she purely enjoyed what was being done to her. Her legs felt soaked as her own juices coated the side of her legs and probably had a nice little puddle at the bottom of the chair; her body shook in short, small spasms as it played around, twisting her clit until she came, almost melting into her seat.
The bully's kiss grew still more sensual, her pink lips cupping around Keahi's tongue and sliding slowly up and down, fucking the invisbly bound student's tongue with her mouth. Her lips enveloped and swallowed her tongue over and over again, and then she slipped deeper, their lips crushing once more--all while, with a knowing wink at her friends, she lighty traced the fingertips of her right hand down the buttons of Keahi's blouse.
"...and these are the questions for the pop quiz..."
The girl's hand brushed softly along the tight swell of Keahi's right breast, fingers grazing the subtle bulge of her nipple through the thin constricted fabric of her shirt and bra; her sliding fingertips barely missed the tight coils and flickering tongues already winding through Keahi's bra, the blonde girl unaware of the spectral orgy unleashed on her victim even as she teased and kissed Keahi herself, seeming lost in the sudden passion.
"...are there any questions before we--Keahi, what are you doing?!"
The girl had pulled away just a moment before, her lips trailing along Keahi's right ear as she leaned back, but the teacher still found the girl hanging over Keahi's shoulder, her fingers just barely lifted from her victim's bosom as she leaned back into her own seat.
The teacher glared silently for a moment, his eyes narrowed, but still blind to the unseen tendrils writhing within her skirt, the slender tongues twisting her clit, spreading her cunt, lapping at the inner walls of her pussy...or even the juices dripping down between her trembling legs.
"Oh, I'm sorry sir. Keahi was just telling me," the girl answered, with both a glance at the breathless student and a quick smirk at her friends, "that she wants to ask a question."
The blonde girl's kissing, teasing and sucking of Keahi's tongue had made her quite incoherent--she came again, her legs clenching as tightly as they could while being pinned, and letting out a soaking wetness against her panties. She felt like they'd just come out of the washer and had not been in the dryer yet. She shivered slightly, feeling as if she could almost hear herself dripping on the floor...and now she had to ask a question.
"Can you explain that one formula with X and Y as the unkwown again? She didn't quite get it. Say it slower."
The swarming tendrils between her thighs slipped and wriggled deep within her: the strokes along her clit, the lapping nubs along her swollen nether lips, the slender tongues all drew out the pulse of her helpless climax, every lingering brush along her tightened slit mirroring the deep inner pulse of her orgasm. The tendrils within her blouse moved to the same throbbing rhythm, thin wet feelers curled around her stiff nipples, twisting them with each pulse, while her bra-clad breasts seemed to squeeze and roll themselves, gripped tight by the invisible appendages.
"Perhaps we can start," the teacher replied amid the faint slipping noises of the tendrils slithering loose from her clenched dripping sex, oblivious to the rustle of her torn panties sliding slowly down one leg, "with you explaining which part lost you?"
A new touch grazed along Keahi's skirt-clad right hip as the teacher stared down at her, a round crinkled length as thick as a golf ball looping down between her streaked thighs and slipping upward beneath the hem of her skirt. Its round arrow-tip head traced lightly up and down the slit of her cunt, her panties torn away and the tendrils that had teased her to climax now hovering unseen all around her.
And then the shaft suddenly thrust deeper, spreading the lips of her quivering sex wide, sliding between her tight inner walls in a quick pounding flurry...raping her in front of the whole unwitting class.
Chapter 3: The Bullies
Keahi slammed into her chair as hard as she could with the insertion.
"I got lost when you," her hand curled back slightly, "were trying to explain the quadratic formula," she said as she tried to stop shaking, moving her eyes back and forth in panic, staring at the class.
Keeping calm was getting extremely past, especially now that her nice clean white panties were pulling around her leg. That was something a person could actually see, she tried her best to draw them under her body.
Thick winding shadows twisted unseen across the floor, the dark swaying impressions beneath her feet hinting at the bodiless appendages hanging all around the desk, around Keahi's hips. The single serpentine shaft thrust in and out between her soaked nether lips, spreading her tender pink flesh wide with each deep inward plunge, the length twisting, wriggling, flailing deep within her and wrenching her hips up and down from her seat, even as it slammed in and out through the shadows beneath the fluttering hem of her skirt, its warm slippery shaft pounding faster and faster.
The class buzzed with shocked prattling voices, the students babbling on about Keahi's behavior, about mocking the teacher, while the teacher simply stared in surprise--and then gingerly lifted up the young woman's soaked, torn panties from beneath her tensed calves, holding them up between his fingertips to show the class.
The pounding, endlessly long appendage twisted and writhed deep within her hips--and then suddenly wrenched itself loose from her gaping sex, the winding shaft seeming to melt away into the air as it emerged from her skirt. The unseen tendrils hung silent for an instant, the grips around her limbs, her waist, her neck forcing her still.
And then another member, one that must have been waiting above her hips, plunged inward, the dry shaft soaking itself deep within her tight inner folds, slamming in and out in a second round of brutal, hip-pounding coitus...as the empty air conceled perhaps countless more of these endlessly winding shafts, each one hovering, waiting its turn.
"OH god..."
She couldn't stand this anymore. Her hips were being pushed back into the chair, the wetness of the shaft inside her body. She couldn't stand it anymore. She tried her best to suck the massive amounts of air she needed in order to get this done and over with, and she let out a small whimper as her legs tried their best to slam together, her body orgasming again on the tool.
And now the teacher was lifting her panties.
He knew what they were--and the entire class could see them now.
"OH god..."
She hated them all, but the embarressment...how could she even come in this class again? Her hands balled themselves into fists as she swallowed each time it slammed into her body. Any noise from her throat she tried to stifle by biting her lip, the semi-relief of her stifled gasps being tortuous as she had to feel myself being slammed again.
The member plunged relentlessly deeper between her quivering thighs, the rough crinkled flesh of its shaft dragging along her smooth tender sheath, grazing the tight pink walls of her sex as it drove quickly in and out between her glistening lips like a piston.
The tendrils looped across her knees dragged them wider, her hips forced up and down against the chair with each coiling thrust, the brutal pounding assault splattering Keahi's thighs with clear droplets of her own arousal. Even if the class couldn't see Keahi's taker, they could certainly guess the intent behind her bobbing hips and discarded panties.
The class shrieked and howled with laughter at Keahi's lewd performance, pointing and cackling as the young student seemed to rock her skirt-clad hips in a pantomime of frantic, dripping sex. The teacher watched her with a calm smirk, though, and, as he dropped her wet panties atop his desk, he suddenly flashed Keahi a secret, knowing glance.
He knew. Whether he had something to do with the unseen monstrosity filling the classroom, or whether he had simply figured out her predicament and found it amusing, he knew everything.
"Since Keahi can't seem to respect the class enough to control herself," he calmly announced as the shaft silently drove its thick girth deep inside her, a quick flurry of wriggling thrusts, "then perhaps Alicia and her friends can help her compose herself so we can move on..."
As he spoke, the teacher's gaze quickly focused on the blonde-haired girl directly behind Keahi's tensed form.
She let out one long moan from her lips as it slammed her into her desk and she clamped her legs shut. She wanted to shut her mouth with her hand, but couldn't due to the fact that she was pinned in her seat.
She instantly shut her mouth and gave a deadly glare to all the students in the room. If they wouldn't shut up about it now or forever she'd do horrible horrible things to them. She knew their names and they knew she could get an evil, evil vengeance on them.
Though now that didn't really concern her as she tried despertly not to let any more of those long pleasure moans escape her lips.
The blonde-haired girl, the blue-eyed bully the teacher had called Alicia, instantly rose from her desk and glided over beside Keahi, bending down beside the tortured student and letting her fingers trail lightly along her victim's blushing left cheek.
Perhaps she and her friends were new, rich snobs who didn't know Keahi's reputation for sadistic vengeance. Perhaps the shadow-thing that had enveloped Keahi had, in some subtle way, ensnared their wills. Or perhaps Keahi's own lewd displays had awakened something in her human tormenter, something that absolutely no threats or pleas could deter.
"Come on," the blonde girl whispered with a grin as she twined her fingers through the back of Keahi's bright red hair, "everyone in the room can see how much you want it..."
The girl jerked Keahi's head further back with a single twist of her hair--and then she began to kiss Keahi again, a rough, sensuously powerful kiss that kneaded Keahi's trembling lips. Her lips sucked and caressed her victim's tongue, her tongue grazed Keahi's teeth and then plunged deeper, to rape and fuck Keahi's mouth with the same brutal rhythm as the unseen shaft drilling the invisibly bound schoolgirl against the desk.
The shocked students gawked at the bizarrely passionate kiss between bully and victim, the teacher watching from the head of the class as the rich girl's two friends, the only ones who had also risen at the teacher's offer, knelt around Keahi's rocking, creaking desk.
A petite auburn-haired girl knelt on the other side of the desk as the unseen thread-like binds drew their loops tighter across Keahi's torso and limbs. She began to run her hands across the full blouse-covered globes of Keahi's tendril-wrapped breasts, soft fingertips pressing through the thin fabric even as the feelers within her tight bra squirmed and lapped at her stiff nipples. Somewhere far below, a warm hand touched her left thigh and, even as the thick, endlessly winding shaft plunged and twisted within Keahi's quivering sex like a flailing serpent, a smirking asian girl slowly grazed her fingertips along Keahi's glistening inner thigh.
Classes joining in with the monsters? Was this a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from? How could such a thing be happening?
Didn't they know something invisible had invaded her, had kept her arms pinned to her desk...or was that why they were doing this?
She wanted to growl, she wanted to bite the girl's tongue--if it even was a girl and not some mass hallucination.
The chestnut-haired girl suddenly wrenched Keahi's blouse open with a quick roughness that belied her lithe young form, and eagerly yanked her white bra up to rest against the top of Keahi's trembling bosom. The ghostly tendrils that had secretly tormented her stiff right nipple quickly slithered around the outer swell of her breast, drawing tight unseen loops around her swollen globe and making her pink nipple jut out from the pale flesh, making her nipple seem to almost invite the young student's touch.
The girl's pink lips instantly closed around the firm tip of Keahi's right nipple and her small warm tongue grazed up and down the nub of Keahi's breast, stroking quickly along her pink nipple with eager, almost impatient lust--while, unnoticed by the suckling girl, Keahi's left breast rolled and swayed against her chest, her stiff left nipple jostling between the wet slender tips of so many formless tendrils all licking her at once.
"So is this what the fearsome Keahi's really like," the blonde leader whispered in Keahi's ear, her lips brushing Keahi's red hair like a lover, even as she taunts her victim, "she just sits in the middle of class and takes it like a good little cunt..."
The bully tilted Keahi's head back and began to kiss her again, their lips crushing and melting together into a blur of warm slipping sensations. The blonde girl's tongue enveloped Keahi's tongue, drawing it out between their sliding, brushing mouths to suck and slide her lips over, to twirl slowly and sensuously within her own tongue.
Beneath the desk, the asian girl slipped her hand past the rustling hem of Keahi's skirt. The student's soft slender fingers touchws Keahi's gaping, trembling sex and strokes lightly along her spread rose-petal nether lips, either not noticing or too aroused to care that her victim's pussy was spread wide, wrenching with each thrust of the invisible shaft, its coitus falling into the same jerky rhythm as the asian girl's quick gentle tugs on Keahi's enflamed nub, pinched hard between her fingertips.
Having a set of fingers and tendrils pinch her nub at the same time made her body once again cum onto her seat. By now she knew she was making quite a large puddle in the middle of her seat, and she looked frantically about as the blonde girl kissed her again, giving a nervous laugh.
"You aren't real are any of you," she pleaded with the girl, "this classroom's empty, right? I mean, other students wouldn't actually watch this, right? I mean, none of you are that cruel?"
She looked nervously about, darting her head back and forth; she could feel each tingle of her nipples as the deft tongue played along with the gathering tendrils. What could she do but sit and take it?
She wished desperately that they would notice something wrong.
The asian girl's soft fingertips gently pinched and rolled Keahi's hard clit in slow circles, unwittingly lifting the bound schoolgirl's stiff crimson nub up from her soaked folds to meet the ethereal stroking tendrils of the beast, each tug lifting Keahi's throbbing tip up into a swarm of flickering feelers. The girl's fingers finally trailed down along Keahi's still-spasming sex, giving her clit a small respite--and then the dark-haired young woman's soft tongue grazed the inner curve of Keahi's left thigh, slowly licking the glistening wetness along her smooth flesh, her face disappearing into the dark folds of Keahi's skirt as her tongue slid deeper still among the squirming, wriggling shadow-tendrils.
"Now," the teacher's voice rang from somewhere behind the licking, sucking trio, "Keahi's going to provide us with a pop quiz. If it takes 14 minutes and 17 seconds to make Keahi cum by going down on her, and 38 minutes 11 seconds by sucking her tits..."
The class shuddered with muted laughter, all while the blonde girl sucked deeply on Keahi's tongue, her pink lips enveloping Keahi's tongue as the girl's own tongue swims and flickers lewdly along the bubblegum tip of Keahi's tongue, and the chestnut-haired girl wrenched Keahi's right breast with a rough twisting power that contrasted the softness of her wet suckling mouth around Keahi's tingling nipple.
Perhaps the class had become jaded and disaffected by their years at Shokushu, or perhaps they simply saw a haughty and ill-tempered getting her dues, but either way, their only response to Keahi's plight and the teacher's bizarre, mocking challenge, was with laughter.
"...and factoring Alicia's kiss as a multiplier, how many more times will Keahi cum before class ends in ten minutes?
"I want your answers in three minutes, starting now."
She let out a small grunt against the tongue and mouth teasing her own tongue as the feelers tickling her clit made her orgasm, instead of tapering off, blast against her body yet again.
She got no chance to rest after the clneching of her previous orgasm and instead let out a small little gulp of air pass her lips as she continued to feel her legs struggle against the restraints, wanting to close and claspe and thrash in the throes of her pleasure.
The warm quivering tip of the asian girl's tongue traced slowly along the spread-open twitching rim of Keahi's ravaged sex, the clear trail of the girl's saliva mingling with the glistening desire coating her victim's pink flushed folds. The girl's tongue swam slowly between Keahi's gaping nether lips, desire blinding her to the ethereal coitus that spread Keahi's sex wide for her lapping tongue, and then slipped upward, soft firm lips closing over Keahi's stiff nub. Within the warm wetness of the girl's sucking mouth, Keahi's burning clit rolled between both the sliding tongue and countless soft unseen anemone feelers, all curling, stroking and caressing the sore tingling knob at once, the two mouths oblivious to one another.
The clicks and scribbles of the class's quiz filled the air as the three girls crouched and knelt around Keahi's desk, unwittingly sharing their victim with the thousand-fingers shadows reaching out from every corner of the room. The blonde girl's kiss grew more sensual with every climax that shuddered helplessly through the young student's body, the taunting smirk of her lips melting into animal desire, the deep lingering brush of the bully's lips and tongue as passionate as any lover.
And then the wet fiery rings that the auburn-haired girl's tongue traced around Keahi's left nipple suddenly vanished, her lips withdrawing to leave the glistening tip of Keahi's breast exposed to the suddenly-warm air. Crimson light pulsed all around her and, even as the slick wormy tendrils forced Keahi still, the other students screamed and fled between the desks, even her three tormentors vanishing through the door.
Flames rose from the carpet, sparks flying from Keahi's long-forgotten lighter and igniting the wooden desks, the classroom disintigrating into a glowing, crackling inferno--and, now clearly visible among the flickering shadows between the flames, the looping tentacles hanging ominously above Keahi's desk, a swarm of endlessly long black serpents all rearing up, to strike down at once.
She had started to pant into the girl's kiss. Her body almost drooling out its liquids as the girl's tongues played against her sex. She could feel her fire burning--and then feel a real fire around her. The class seemed to disappear into one long sheet of flames and her eyes opened wide.
"HOLY SHIT!!!"
She looked up towards the serpents, suddenly struggling as hard as she could to escape everything. If this was a dream she wasn't amused. She tried to jump back and pull her desk to the side--anything to escape.
The looming shadow-tendrils suddenly twisted down all at once and a suffocating cocoon of black icy flesh engulfed Keahi; countless loops quickly constricted around her arms, her legs, her neck, her chest, her hips, all of them swinging her out of the desk and hoisting her upward into the searing air. They tore into her clothes, the sleeves of her blouse ripping along the seams, the buttons clattering against the walls, her bra slipping loose from her shoulders, even her skirt falling to the carpet and quickly shrivelling into blackened soot beneath the flames.
And then the gripping appendages dropped Keahi atop the teacher's desk, the top swept bare of papers and books as she slammed onto her back against it, the last remnants of her clothes torn away to reveal the full curves of her naked body, the rose-pink tips of her breasts still glistening, the dark glistening strands of her pubes belying her scarlet hair.
The flames burned steadily around the desk as the undulating black shapes of Keahi's taker swayed above her body like a vast black jellyfish, the cold insubstantial shadows guarding the desk from the blaze engulfing the rest of the classroom, yet leaving her nowhere to flee as even the carpet beneath the desk smoldered with heat.
Three larger tentacles descended from the swarm, their rounded tips wriggling with lewd desire as their looping lengths hung between the bent knees of Keahi's spread dangling legs. The thousand bodiless arms hung above her, none touching her, none binding her, as she lay tossed atop the desk in the center of the inferno. The three shafts hovered between her thighs, just inches from her still-quivering sex as their tips taunted her flushed body with their obscene, suggestive flickers.
She wanted to scream as the tendrils or snakes, or whatever they were, tore at her and threw her into the air. The cold, the shivering cold sucked her scream back into her lungs. The fire and the searing heat made her skin feel as if it was crawling. Even that, however, was no enough to stop the searing pain she felt run down her back as she was slammed into the desk, as the breath she'd sucked in instantly forced its way out of her lungs.
She stung with pain, not caring about her clothes. A tear passed her eyes. She knew this was it--tis finally would be her fate. Not slavery or happiness at escape. She would die in an inferno.
What would happen to everyone: Katrina, Aki, Tanya? All her friends and those she loved. She whimpered slightly as the tentacles aimed towards the middle of her body, their tips still trembling with lust. Why would they want her when she'd be charcoal in a minute. Stupid monsters.
A moment passed, and then another, the black translucent appendages hanging silently around the desk while the fire rose and fell in a pulsing ring about the teacher's desk, leaving only it and the nude sweat-streaked student untouched. Yet another moment passed and the flames still hovered in a wavering circle around the desk, refusing to spread any further. The small yet unmistakable circle held fast all around her, the inferno restrained by the waving arms of Keahi's tormentor, the undulating curtain of tendrils both protecting her and trapping her atop the smooth polished desktop, the only calm amid the glowing wreckage of the classroom.
Chapter 4: The Fire
A tear streaked silently down Keahi's cheek and yet, even amid her whimpering despair, her legs had remained draped across the sides of the desk, her body still spread open to her takers.
They hovered above her hips a moment longer, and then flung forward: three snaking, twisting appendages thrust inward at once.
One of them wriggled its thick blunt tip between her clenched nether lips, wrenching inward between her tightened muscles with a quick corkscrew twist of its length. The other two phallic shafts suddenly plunged into her as well, one coiling around the first and then slithering under the pounding member, as the other spread her still-soaked sex wide and driving its shaft inward alongside the first. The deep, relentless inward plunge lingered for a moment, and then suddenly quickened into brutal, pounding copulation, each shaft slamming seperately within her, every slight withdrawal of one member countered by two more deep powerful thrusts.
The three shafts squirmed, looped and arched wildly between her knees as their tips drove in and out of her, their three seperate copulations blending into a single ceaseless intercourse, an assault that constantly penetrated her, a rape that never ceased to drive deeper within her naked hips. She lay atop the desk, untouched, unbound in the center of the firestorm, her shoulders slamming against the hard wooden desk.
She let out a yelp each time that it slammed into her body, trying to keep her mind on whatever was happening. The creature kept the fire away from her for now. But when it was finished...what then?
A curtain of crimson flame shimmered all around Keahi as the mass of waving tendrils flickered and twisted overhead, translucent walls of writhing darkness enveloping the desk as the three appendages wound still deeper within her naked pelvis. The shafts twisted upward like three dangling ribbons, just barely lifting her hips up from the desk as they wrenched in and out of the flushed pink folds between them.
Each thick glistening member slipped out for only an instant before thrusting still harder, a rhythmic trinity of snaking cocks driving into her, one after the other, kneading and spreading her taut inner walls wide as their endless inward plunges grew deeper and deeper.
The thing pulsing above Keahi's gleaming body began to sink toward the desk, countless smooth round tendrils slipping along the desk like the arms of a jellyfish, looping silently about Keahi's arms and curling up beneath her shoulders. The throbbing feelers wound loosely around her torso, never tightening or binding her, simply curling around her arms and shoulders until their round tapering tips dangled ominously over the swollen globes of her now-bare breasts, squirming with wanton eagerness.
And then they sank into her, soft wet flesh grazing her left nipple like a tongue, two flickering tendrils catching and lightly twisting the pink tip of her right breast, another slowly tracing the twitching base of her left nipple as the first wriggled its tip against the round pink tip.
More of them descended from the black wormy cloud, covering the firm swell of her left breast, slender feelers lapping slowly along the rim of her right mound as still more stroked the taut round flesh around her nipples, engulfing both her breasts--while countless more of the stringy, dripping tendrils reached down, a thousand black tongues all wriggling eagerly, every single one of them lusting for the taste of her stiff nipples.
Being able to see the creature ravaging her now had not improved her disposition; after all, being subjected to this pounding by a creature of shadows didn't exactly help with the fire milling around her.
But now it was attacking her nipples and a flush apopeared on her lips as she couldn't ignore the pounding inside of her body anymore. The breaking of her concentration by the assault on her nipples sent tingles down her back, the cold touch mixing with the firmness of her chest. She began to feel a tingling in her crotch, more from the tantilizing stimulation to her nipples rather than the tentacles slamming into her pussy, and she began to buck her hips, the cold making her entire body feel on edge.
The winding shadow-tendrils caressed and then tightened around the firm swell of her breasts, her taut globes and stiff pink tips completely hidden beneath a thickening web of black wriggling feelers as countless slender wet tongues threaded around each of her nipples.
Waves of cold rippling sensation spread from each ethereal touch, two of them curling around the base of her left nipple, a third stroking the stiff underside as two more wriggled across the small pink tip. Five more crushed and tugged her right nipple between them, thin ribbons of moist icy flesh winding around the jutting tip of her right breast, the swarming tongues licking and tasting her nipples all at once as her hidden breasts heaved beneath the dripping, wriggling tendrils covering them.
The three shafts hanging between her knees began to slow, their thrusts as deep as ever but the frantic pounding slowing to a steady driving pace, tilting and matching the rhythm of Keahi's bucking hips, the three glistening members meeting each thrust of her pelvis with a deep sliding plunge that seemed to fill her tingling sex completely.
The bodiless mass of snaking appendages descended slowly around the teacher's desk, the draping arms blotting out the burning walls like a dark translucent curtain. Keahi lay sprawled across the desk as, across the classroom, the last discarded remnants of her school uniform crumbled into ashed. Her naked body began to slowly squirm beneath the swarming appendages, her flushed lips trembling slightly, her hips bucking as the fiery assault began to give way to a perversely sensual coitus.
The more tactal form of taking her body was producing results: she finally felt her hips against the desk, hanging useless at the bottom of the desk, her body mashed against the cold wood, further being tantilised by the cold tendrils. She shivered slightly, feeling the cold flesh moving over her form and now pistoning into her body. She give an exasperated moan as she tried to avoid thinking about what's inside her, further foiled by the fact that the slamming pressure and pain had been replaced with seduction, slowing into a pumping action. Her body continued to return the thrust of its own will, as she tried to claw outward with her hands, to no avail.
The three arching appendages drew still lower between her bent knees as their soaked tips plunge into her, now a slow steady pace. One thick shaft wriggled and squirmed its way inward between the tight tentacle-filled lips of her womanhood, and then slides deep between her smooth inner walls, its warm firm thickness spreading her silken flesh wide and holding still within her, seeming to savor her warmth. It finally began to slide outward, just as slow and deliberate as its entry--yet, even as it drew back through the gripping sheath of her sex, another wriggled and plunged inward.
And then another...and then the first again...a relentless penetrating rhythm dipping down to meet each thrust and bounce of her hips...
The swirling, twisting cloud of black tendrils descended all around Keahi's naked body as she lay across the teacher's desk, her exasperated moan filling the crackling classroom as they slipped and curled around her shoulders, her neck, several more of the squirming feelers lapping at her tentacle-enveloped breasts and stiff, feeler-twined nipples.
Still more of the tapering, undulating lengths glided down from the weightless mass of feelers, twisting around her hips like black glistening ribbons, winding loosely up her slender thighs, beneath the small of her back--countless sinewy shadow-tongues all reaching deeper between her gleaming inner thighs at once.
She could feel her hips seeming to edge foward and back at the same time, feeling the front of her inner warmth moves back and foward at once. She grumbled low in her throat, sounding too much like a pleasurable moan for her tastes, and she squirmed against the wood of the desk, her pink lips spreading even further apart and puffy as she tried to escape foward.
There was no escape, all she do is make the bad situation worse; her body shuddered as she a small orgasm rippled through her, her wetness slipping against her leg and making her shiver more.
The three squirming appendages slipped deeper into her as she tried to wriggle forward against them, the wetness of her sudden orgasm soaking the sliding members as they drew slowly in and out of her glistening rose-petal folds. The smooth round shafts slid gently, slowly into her trembling lips all at once, their sinewy lengths spreading deep within Keahi's swaying pelvis like a lotus blossom, three serpentine cock-tongues deeply kneading every inch of her soft delicate inner walls.
And then they slowly withdrew, their blunt tips grazing the tender lips of her womanhood, leaving her enflamed sex empty, untouched for just a moment...before they slid slowly inward once more...
The smaller tendrils twisted, looped and spiraled inward around her thighs, her hips, down her belly...none binding her, none drawing tight, and yet all their tips flickering lewdly as they slid loosely downward, toward the gleaming pink lips of her tentacle-fucked sex...one flat dripping tendril curling around the stiff crimson tip of her nub, lifting it up from her folds as a second feeler lapped furiously at the tip of her clit...while two, then four slender black anemone-tendrils began stroking the soft bulges of her sex, leaving thin lingering trails of fluid along her labia with each stroke...all while the three shafts, each swollen as thick as a man's cock, fucked her with a single, slow, deliberate pace...
She tried to do something to resist, only showing how good and shameful the administrations feel inside her body. Her hands neatly curled around the edge of the desk, digging her nails into them as her legs seemed to be curled up, her toes trying to reach the ceiling. She wanted to scream and yell and curse, but all that came out was a laborous breathing that seemed to pant and yelp and nip down on her lip every chance it got.
The feeling coming from her pelvis sent little wet waves up into her body and she let out a small cry when the flat thing touched her enflamed clit, making her body suddenly turn hot despite the cold feeling of the tentacles. She wanted it to stop, and yet it was so nice, so different from when the tentacles had removed themselves for a second: she had felt her inner walls trying to clasp onto the nothingness between them and for a moment her body had felt extremely, terribly empty.
The shifting cloud of liquid black tendrils unfurled above Keahi's naked, thrashing body, sinewy strands curling around the desk as her fingers clutched the edges tight. Feelers flowed around her knees and swirled up her thighs as her dress shoes and white socks, the only vestiges of her long-abandoned school uniform, twisted toward the scorched ceiling.
Sespite the flames crackling steadily through the charred classroom, despite the ghostly black shadows that enveloped her or the bare oak desk that she laid upon, the primal, animal copulation between the sweat-drenched young woman and her amorphous lover had become the center of the fiery maelstrom, her frantic screams long betrayed by deep breathless panting, the desk itself creaking and tilting with their gyrations.
The three shafts slowly twisted inward, three coiled members rippling inward, the corkscrew helix of their twined lengths kneading deeply along her tight inner walls as they filled the clenching sheath of her sex once more. The emptiness that her body had clasped for a moment gave way to a deep deliberate intercouse, matched by the constant strokes of the slender feelers lapping at her throbbing clit, two swimming around the stiff base of her nub as the other tendrils stroked her swollen, sliding nether lips.
And then the members silently unravelled within her, the three phallic shafts pressing outward, spreading the smooth pink walls of her body open, spreading her whole inner sheath wide until the tight flushed slit of her sex parted. The three lengths braced her whole inner body open, from the deepest pulsing core of her womanhood to the trembling folds of her tendril-stroked nether lips. Two thick snaking appendages descended from the living shadows swirling above and around her, gradually tapering down to what could only be slender flickering tongues, slowly descending between her bent knees, up past her gleaming desire-soaked thighs...their quivering tips nearing the open crimson lips of her tentacle-filled sex...
She let out a small cry, feeling herself spread out by the tongues, or whatever they could be called, inside her body. She could feel her body lifted up as something moved closer and she shivered with her own physical exhaustion and the fear she began to feel towards whatever happened to be taking advantage of her.
She didn't want to go like this, she didn't want to be used and then die, she didn't want anything to happen.
She panted in deep gushing breaths, another climax tearing through her as she strained to look down at the lengths...
The hanging appendages suddenly twisted forward, the two tongue-like shafts driving between the three flickering tentacles, slithering deep into her. Their wet slippery lengths wound past the three cocks, reaching all the way into the core of her womanhood, filling the tight slim sheath of her sex completely--and all of them begin to fuck Keahi once more, a slow torturous rhythm, three cocks slowly filling her swollen nether lips wider as the two central tongues taste and lap the innermost depths of her cunt.
Five appendages all within her, all of them fucking, tasting and seducing her soft inner sheath at once...
The swirling body-tendrils of her taker loomed around the desk like a throbbing black umbrella, the heat of the fire long faded beneath its shell, the crimson glow little more than a faint shimmer behind the translucent black shadows, nothing left of the world outside except the teacher's desk and the vast shape hanging above her.
The twin tongues each licked her inner sex, one tapered tip lightly stroking up and down the tight slit of her cervix, just barely parting the tensed opening of her womb, while the other rolled its small round tip in firm circles against a small knob of flesh deep within her clenched walls. The small stringy tendrils stroked along the soft swollen lips of her cunt, her hard flushed clit circled and rolled by a looping feeler, as a perverse rhythm grew between the strokes of the tongues within her sex and the feelers along her crimson folds. A dozen seperate tentacles all dangled between her thighs, all tasting her, as the three hanging tentacle-cocks drove slowly inward, spreading and filling her tight inner walls.
The pain of her body being stretched outward only made the very nature of the orgasm she could't fall down from even more shameful. She hated the fact that the mix of pain and tongues inside her was sending her waves of pleasure instead of pain. Her whitened knuckles gripped the sides of the desk tighter and she could ffeel her body thrash, not used to the extreme exhaustion that the constant state of bliss inflicted on her.
"NO STOP STOP STOP STOP..."
She could finally scream--and now her groans and moans banged against the back of her throat, nearly blotting out her protests.
Chapter 5: Consumation
The formless cloud of tentacles began to wind up her wrists and arms, down her tensed calves and trembling knees, their black loops drawing tight against her flushed gleaming skin, prying her gripping hands loose from the edges and slowly hoisting her up from the desk.
They lifted her by her dangling limbs, her thrashing body hanging from her outstretched wrists and knees, her back swaying just a few feet above the polished wooden surface of the teacher's desk as the five appendages flailed and twisted between her tendril-stroked nether lips, three shafts plunging deep between her spasming, stretched-taut inner walls while the twin tongues lapped her innermost depths, each seperate stroke matching the throbbing pulse of her own perpetual, relentless climax.
The tendrils descended, twisting and looping all around her hanging body, covering her soaked thighs in their throbbing coils, lashing all around her limbs to leave only her naked torso uncovered by their inky binds, even as her breasts throbbed and her nipples shuddered beneath thick sliding webs of dripping feelers. Keahi's screams filled the empty classroom, her red hair tumbling back over her shoulders, her loud anxious moans and groans belying the frantic protests that she screamed between each gasp, even as the appendages envelop every inch of her flesh.
Three of the round bodiless shafts, each as thick as a quarter, glided up past her shoulders and darted down past her shrieking lips, filling her mouth just as the other sliding members have her sex.
Her head had fallen slightly at having her body wrapped in a dozen or more lewd tentacles, too weak to resist anything.
What had happened before...at least she'd been proven right by the example. They wouldn't say she was imagining it, would they?
She gasped in one last breath before something slimy plunged into my throat. She tried to gag, finding it much too late for that, and instead she simply screamed into the twisting shats.
The three appendages plunged through her lips, trembling with her muffled scream as their thick shafts swirled around her tongue and twisted downward, filling her throat, one after the other. A single shaft stretched down, raping her esophagus with a deep steady plunge, as though savoring the tightness of her throat--and then it slipped back out, letting her catch only a moment's breath before the second shaft thrusted downward, and then the third, and then the first again.
S rhythmic wheel of plunging, slamming cocks began, each one raping her throat as the remaining two stroked and lapped at her tongue, a grotesque hybrid of deep throat-filling fellatio and soul-sharing, tongue-enveloping kiss, both of them filling her mouth at once.
Keahi hung limp within the clutching, wrapping binds, her arms and legs spread open, her soaked tentacle-covered thighs spread almost painfully wide as the shafts slowly drew in and out of her swollen, glistening pink nether lips. They fucked her completely, in every way, as no human could ever hope: tendrils lapped the wetness of her inner folds, tasting the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, twining and tickling the taut pink tips of her nipples, stroking along the firm tensed curves of her bottom, while the three cocks having her took slow rhythmic turns, pumping deep through her pelvis as her throat rippled against the three tentacle-shafts between her lips.
Her naked sweat-drenched body pleasured countless lovers all at once, all of them driven by a single perverse will.
The salty tears started to run down her cheeks. At first they simply came in a few drops, and then they flowed, free of her will. She could only choke slightly, the vibrations of her muffled sobs jerking off the shafts in her throat as they pushed deeper, making her steal each breath.
She wanted to just die now. She screamed again as she clamped down on the tools, the pain making it even worse as I felt her own liquids trailing down the creature, soaking all of them with her juices. How could her body betray her and enjoy this even a little. How could it? How?
The monstrous coitus between Keahi and the thousand tendrils continued at its relentless steady rhythm, both the thick slamming shafts and her own clenching womanhood indifferent to her tears as they began to quicken within her smooth velvet walls, three shafts driving deeper with each thrust, one after the other. The twin tongues teased and flickered even deeper within her tender inner body, tracing her cervix and lapping her spongy inner knob just as though they were the wet folds of her outer sex: the strokes along her knob match the swirling wet strokes along her nub, the laps along her cervix countered by the swarming feelers all tasting her soaked, flushed folds at once, a bizarre parallel growing between all of them.
The young student's taker suddenly began to quicken its driving assault still further, a blur of pounding shafts filling and thrusting into her body like three slamming pistons. The two thick snaking tongues slithered inward, slender tips tasting the tensed throbbing walls of her womb.
Her sobbing gasps perversely drew the throbbing shafts deeper into her mouth, jerking their thick girths down her rippling throat as they wriggled past each other, three members fucking her throat, one after the other, their shared coitus with her mouth growing faster, more frantic with each plunge down her throat, excited by the steady jerks of her gulping sobs.
She gasped into the throbbing tentacle, crying like she had been jilted by a person my heart had been with for eternity. She wanted to just curl up into a hole. This was a nightmare, the reactions of the students, the lack of visual confirmation of her rapist, the fire, and now this pounding into her throat. She sobbed uncontrollably, trying to wiggle out of it, and she opened her eyes wide, feeling her body almost fall out of itself, feeling her legs clamp down again, her anguish surrendered to yet another orgasm.
Keahi screamed as loud as she could; if not for the tentacles in her throat it would have sounded as if her soul was being ripped from her body. Its anguish, its fear, all the negative emotions she harbored tore away from her as her body orgasmed one final time, the last of my energy being expended in one horrible moment of unwanted, unending bliss.
The tentacles filled Keahi completely, nearly a dozen members all fucking her at once, pounding through her throat, slamming forward between the spread, gleaming curves of her inner thighs, winding upward through her pelvis to spread and fill every inch of her throbbing inner sheath, to taste and flicker along the walls of her womb as their shafts pounded harder and harder into a blurred frantic rhythm that filled her whole body.
And then the rippling, squeezing thrusts of her orgasm, the tightening walls of her screaming throat, all suddenly brought the thousand flickering, thrusting, lapping appendages of her demonic paramour to climax.
Icy fluid poured between her trembling pink lips and engulfed her tongue, then spread down her throat and outward into her whole body, the three cocks violating her mouth seeming to melt within her lips, flowing downward into a cold black tide.
The pounding, shuddering shafts within her flowed deeper, a cool pulsing liquid that throbbed and ebbed in time with the helpless shudders of her own crashing orgasm.
The lapping, stroking tendrils coiling her nipples, surrounding her clit, caressing her thighs and even brushing through her hair, all melted into a deluge of black ice-water coldness, seeming to soak through her pores and subsume her very being. The cloud of writhing tendrils drowned Keahi within an endless dark tide of cool pulsing liquid, her ponytail undulating in the currents, her skin prickling against the cold swirls, her body so immersed with this throbbing ocean that they are one.
And as the midnight sea spread through the naked young woman's innermost body, images flood her mind...
A dead twilight grove lurked somewhere within the darkest heart of Shokushu's forests, a shapeless outer darkness pouring through a rift, corrupting the grove, making every withered leaf and hollow tree part of itself. She could almost see it reaching out further, shapeless bodiless arms stretching toward the one whose youth and beauty called it. She could hear a deep whispered name amid the crashing waves of the shadow-sea's climax, a breathless, monstrous sigh of desire and satisfaction...
"Keahi..."
She collapsed after that, her breath reduced to the few ragged gasps that the three shafts filling her mouth would allow.
The cold black ocean slowly receded and Keahi suddenly dropped out of the air, slamming onto her back atop the hard lacquered surface of the teacher's desk. The winding tendrils retreated into the corners of the room, black flesh melting into amorphous shadows and finally slipping away into nothingness, leaving the beautiful young student naked and spent atop the desk at the front of the classroom, the flushed curves of her sweat-streaked body glistening beneath the pale flourescent lights.
The rows of desks st before the teacher's desk, the books and papers of the class's lessons swept across the floor, the walls painted a soft beige hue, the carpet a golden hue unbroken by any scorches or burns.
The deserted classroom sat untouched by any hint of fire as, in the hallways outside, a muffled ringing bell and the swell of cheerful voices announced the end of the school day.
"Uhhhhhhhhhh..."
She let out a long moan as she slammed into the desk, her eyes clouded, her thoughts incoherent as her exhausted body sank into unconsciousness.
Epilogue: A Note to the Headmaster
"Headmaster Niceman,
Keahi's disciplinary issues and erratic behavior continue to be a problem. This morning she failed to show up for algebra class; after an extensive search, she was found in an empty classroom several doors down, sleeping naked atop the teacher's desk.
Despite her claims of a fire and monsters, there is no damage anywhere in the school, and the clothing she claimed burnt up in this alleged fire were dropped neatly beside the desk.
Furthermore, her claims that she actually did attend class are refuted by the attendence role, my own account, and the accounts of other students, all of which make it clear that she did not attend class that day.
Whether these discrepencies are due to her usual predisposition toward attention-seeking deviancy, or perhaps some unexplained hallucination that's made her think she did indeed attend class and witnessed a fire, I believe there is only one recourse: further disciplinary measures in the school's laboratories or the basement...or preferebly both.
Professor Taleme, Math Department"