Observed by more than one set of eyes

You drive your fingers in and out of your waterlogged quim, your thumb teasing your throbbing clit as your other hand lifts and squeezes an exposed breast, fingers pinching a burgundy nipple hard enough to add spikes of pain to your climax. Your orgasmic cries echo from the compound domes surrounding the pond. Your hips buck and your legs scissor madly against your frigging fingers. The gold pollen of the flower is washed away from your skin and spreads across the surface of the water in as a golden cloud.

As your slowly escape the wild throes of your orgasm you have the nagging feeling that you ARE being watched, but not by any students. Your honed huntress reflexes kick in one more as you fight back your urges and become still in the pond. You slide a bit deeper into the water until only your head and your huge breasts are still on the surface. Someone - several people by the sound - are approaching the pond. They seem to be making no effort to move quietly.

You're so intent on straining to hear who is approaching that you fail to notice the black orbs appearing on the surface of the water only a few feet away from where your feet are submerged. The black orbs glide closer, their surface wake betraying that they are attached to something much larger beneath the surface of the water. Just as you believe you are about to catch site of whoever is walking towards the pond there is a splash of water and a wave rolls across the pond that covers your face.

You splutter back to the surface as the monster rises over you. It's ten feet of rippling, blue-green, rubbery flesh marked with glistening scales. It is muscular, with long, thin limbs that end in webbed claws. Its face is that of a deep-sea fish, with bulbous black eyes on stalks and a mouth wide enough to swallow a person whole. Worst, between its legs is a long pale blue phallus with a shovel-tip covered with white barbs.

"A barbed mouther," you say to yourself. The hideous amphibian is one of the most notorious aquatic monsters. Depending on its mood it can be a voracious predator or an insatiable sexual monster. It is capable of swallowing a person whole and it is capable of lodging its barbed prick inside a womb and delivering caviar and sperm into a woman for hours at a time only to drag her down to the bottom of a pond to rear its unnatural brood.

The black orbs of the mouthers eyes rotate to look down upon you, naked and **** and close enough to grab in one webbed claw. You remain perfectly still, your muscles tensing for the one move you may have to save your life.

At that moment the others approaching the pond appear at the decorative rim.

"I see you've gone for a swim with Fido." You recognize the voice immediately. It's Professor Klaus Frankenstein.

You twist your head to see him, tall and thin, his liver-spotted head covered in an explosion of white hair. He is not wearing the white lab coat you are accustomed to seeing, but rather a black and red fascistic costume. He is flanked by an odd menagerie. There are two men in heavy suits and helmets similar in design to Frankenstein's costume. They carry large guns and wear masks attached by tubes to a cylinder on their chest. The cylinders are dripping with foul-smelling black liquid. Standing slightly behind Frankenstein, wearing revealing lacy lingerie, are Professor Kat Meadows and Professor Cynnamon Smith. The two beautiful women have been transformed. Their eyes are pale yellow, their skin is tinged green and their hair, once blonde and ginger respectively, is now green and leafy like herbs.

"Frankenstein," you hiss. "You did this."

"Yes, my dear Mistress Swift. A necessary evil, or at least one I enjoyed. I came as soon as you landed. I'm glad to see you avoided the dangers of the greenhouse. I wouldn't want any harm to come to you."

The mouther looks from you to Frankenstein, seemingly paralyzed to inaction by the appearance of the traitorous professor.

"Now you have a choice," says Frankenstein. "You can stay here and play with my pet. Maybe you'll survive. Or you can come with me. Slowly and with your hands above your pretty head."

The two men wearing masks snap their guns down to aim them at you. The mouther extends a long, pink tongue, like a hagfish dripping with slime.

Some choice.