As isolated as she tended to be she was perfect for over hearing things. No one seemed to pay much attention to her and save for her meetings with her Mistress and that one time meeting with a fellow student, Kristy, she had been pretty much free from interactions.

So she heard about the lighthouse that sit on the bluffs. It was haunted according to the girls though she herself was afraid that there might really be something there, the opportunity was there. The opportunity was to sate her curiosity in that there was even a light house here at all.

That meant that it was too warn off ships or had been at one stage, being new she didn't know how old the place was. Little did she know was that the light house was a rouse, that she was on an alien planet and that this was a red herring so to speak but the demon eluded to what happened when they graduated, well her mind did most of the work there but any effort to escape, anything at all she could use had to be checked out considering the risks.

Finding the light house had been easy. She had seen it on her first day when the sea plane came in though she went there she went with a thick walking stick to comfort her mind though she realized that it wasn't likely to so much as bruise anything she encountered.

When she got there she slipped off her back pack briefly, took a deep breath and got out her flashlight. First she looked about the perimeter.

The place had but one oath leading up to it and seemed pretty weathered. The door was missing, portions of the roof looked rotted but there was an excellent view of the ocean, jagged rocks jutted out of the sea below as white breakers splashing against them.

She took a deep breath of sea breeze stealing herself. Something could be in here. She hoped that it was only active at night though there could be a clue here that she could use.

A student so isolated … she knew that she was a target though about the only place she seemed safe was her dorm room. She could have holed up in there for a time but then there was going to be no opportunities to escape. She had to place her body on the line here.

She took a deep breath then entered the flashlight springing forth a golden beam as she steps inside.

To say that the lighthouse was off the beaten path was an understatement, the small path that led up to the decrepit building that was marked with an overgrown NO TRESPASSING sign. No one was supposed to come to this remote, precariously perched building that had certainly seen better days but somehow was still standing despite the vicious winter storms that occasionally wracked the coast. As the young woman entered the building, she would be struck by the feeling of an undeniably old presence surrounding her while a sense of apprehension mixed with anticipation that slowly worked its way down her body and between the young woman's legs.

The wind blowing off the water caused the entire building to creak as timbers shifted slightly and the age of the place became apparent wherever the light was show with chipping paint or layers of dust that covered most of the surfaces. It would seem that the building was abandoned, that there was nothing here and it was simply nothing more than schoolgirl rumor mongering to relieve the boredom of the day.

However that suddenly changed as a sudden gust seemingly blew across the girl and carried a ghostly whisper to her ears. help....usss....

Deep under the lighthouse, in a forgotten nature cave system a presence stirred as it sensed Daphnee above, a light piercing the darkness of the cave as something slowly emerged into the physical world as whatever it was slowly began to seek out the deliciously feminine presence that had awoken it...and claim her.

The building was foreboding as she entered scanning the interior with her flashlight in those places where the little light steamed through the boarded up windows. Dread had filled her at first, mostly at what the other girls had mentioned about this place but she felt there was a pressure between her thighs that she could not quiet explain.

Her heart beat rapidly in her chest though she explained these feelings away only to obtain the courage necessary to look about. The feeling between her thighs was her own doing in a way. She was anticipating those stories to have some truth, that she was likely to be raped again and her body was preparing for the inevitable.

But knowing, or rather suspecting, what awaited her at graduation she had to try something and there would have to be risks that she took. She dreaded it though. With the sole exception of that demon each time had been worse for her than the last and that was saying a lot after her first encounter here.

Daphnee did not know if it were the very nature of the things or if they were in direct competing with one another. She had been whipped, hell she was even boiled alive, which of course put her off of lobster.

She sighs a bit as there was no way around it. The rumors were just that, thankfully, rumors … or so it seemed.

What was that?! A gun! She shone her light at the dusty floor beneath the old desk that had been abandoned her. She approached among the creaking floorboards, knelt and was disappointed as she looked upon a flare gun that was so rusted that she doubted that it worked. It took a bit of doing to open up the rusty thing and she found that it was not even loaded any way.

Sitting it down on that desk she is about to make her way to the staircase to check the rooms upstairs when she heard something that caused her to jump as she twirls around.

Her beam of light falling on the trap door leading into the basement. Her bravery waned, she was about to say screw it all and leave though she swallowed. What if … what if it were another student trapped down their and brutalized for days. Shit

She was going to regret this. Leave now and always have that nagging doubt that she could have done something. If she were stuck down there she would want to be rescued. Of course this was just as likely to be a trick. She walked to the trap door and takes a deep breath.

OK, Daph … you were hearing things, that's all. All this talk about this place being haunted … ten seconds, if you don't hear it again you leave. One, two, three ...

She held the beam of the flashlight on that trap door as she counted.

[Apologies for not posting sooner =(]

As the seconds ticked away, the only sound was the breaking of the surf far below against the rocks and the wind whistling through the decrepit building. It seemed as if the voices the young woman had heard was simply a trick of her frightened and overactive imagination and just as it seemed that was truly the case, a click from across the room broke the silence. For a long moment nothing else happened until the floor fell out from beneath the poor girl's feet where she stood as a trap door opened beneath her, the edges hidden by a thick layer of dust. The poor student would find herself sliding down a slide that was cool and slick, the air rushing past her quickly as she was plunged into gloomy darkness save for her flash light.

The trip would be a gut wrenching episode of terror and excitement that would come to a crescendo when the young woman was thrown into the air by the slide. The light from her flashlight would eventually begin to refract on the crystalline surface of a pool of water that held and inky darkness at its depths. When she managed to surface, the young woman would be able to find a nearby shallows that led up to a path that disappeared deeper into the caves, though there were few other options for her to explore other than diving deeper into the water.

The creature that had been summoned from its abode sensed the emotions of its prey as it knew that the female had stumbled upon one of its worshipers traps and had been plunged into the depths of its domain. It made a wet chuckling noise that echoed through out the cave system and would eventually reach Daphnee, even if she was still underwater. It began stalking her anew seeking her out, using its otherworldly ability to toy with Daphnee's mind as its insidious psychic tendrils wormed their way into her darkest and most arousing fears of what lay in wait for her.

As she floundered in the water, Daphnee would suddenly feel the sensation of several somethings brushing teasingly against her upper thighs and between the cleft of her bottom, though searching revealed nothing in the water...that she could see.

(Quiet alright)

SPLASH

The floor had dropped out from beneath her. One moment it was solid ant the next she found herself rushing down a slide, her grip on the flash light was so fierce that her hand was white. Soon the shadows clustered around her and she was vaulted into the air into the water.

Her light reflected of the crystals that had formed her, she threaded water and heard the sound echoing somewhere in the darkness. Her heart sped up, pounding in her chest as she quickly cast her eyes around unsure of where the sound was coming from as she soon felt something upon her but there was nothing there.

Damn! Something was out there. Something that she had dreaded the moment that she set out her but she had to take the risk if she were ever to learn anything.

But she was wet an afraid as she threaded water, frantically casting her gaze about as she tries to discover where she was, how to proceed.

She could try pulling herself out of the pool and climbing up the slide though whatever was out there would easily spot her. Her rate of ascent would have been to slow she thought and she would be a sitting duck.

Shining her flashlight in that direction she did not see the top of that slide in the thin beam of light so it was going to be too much of a climb. Damn. And being in the water did not help matters either.

She had lost her back pack with her other supplies amongst the slid though she had to make a snap decision. She might not be the strongest swimmer though she was fair at it she supposed. But given that this was the lair of some creature it was either a good climber or swimmer or both she reckoned.

Taking a quick look around she takes a deep breath and dives. The hand on the flashlight clicking it off to keep from sticking out too much but unable to see much of anything without the light source she was going to have to flicker it one and off in quick intervals, a beacon to whatever followed her.

She could feel something against her still as she swims with her left hand leading so it will run into any obstacles first as she swims hoping that this was not a mistake, that she could find her way out of her. Perhaps a passage open up to the sea and she could get out of this … if her luck was an indicator of that she realized that those odds were pretty slim.

If not a passage leading to the ocean perhaps a passage that opened up into another chamber. She had to be careful though that she had enough air to make it too, the flashlight illuminating her position under water for a second before se swims down a passage. If there was no air pockets after a minute or so she would have to come back her for more air.

The deeper the young woman swam, the colder and murkier it became, where even the beam of light from her flashlight barely cut through the gloom. Though with her hand guiding her, she would be able to find her way out eventually to a small opening to another part of the cave system. One thing that she would be able to notice was that the rock started to feel more smooth and even underwater had a sticky texture to it, able to hold her fingers almost as fast as superglue it seemed.

Again something brushed against the young girls bare leg, slicker than the water, but rather solid feeling. This happened several times, each time the feeling moved farther up her leg; first along her calf, then the back of her knee, til it was brushing against her thighs. Above her was visible the escape from the watery passage, though it seemed something was intent on toying with her before Daphnee could reach the surface.

Soon the slick, solid feeling was was starting grow around her as more of whatever this feeling belonged too began to press against her svelte, young body. Rubbing against her in a way that was intended to inflame the nerves, as slimy forms slipped within her clothing, squeezing her perky breasts and twisting and tweaking her cold hardened nipples as it oozed inside of her bra, the warm slickness of whatever was molesting her slipped inside her panties, oozing up around her waist and between her ass cheeks as a living thong while the lips of her womanhood were being massaged teasingly while a nub was pressing slightly against the bud of her rear.

The surface was so close for her even as her unseen assailants continued to torment her.

The darkness had grown thick as she came into a new chamber, the rocks smooth, her progress slow as she made her way through the darkness as she uses the flashlight sparingly in hopes that she does not draw any undo attention to herself.

Something moves against her causing her to shiver. Something has found her! She keeps the light off though as that touch brushes higher she gets more and more curious as to what it is.

She tries to brush it away to no avail and soon, so close to what looks like an exit something discovers her. Something slick and stick, something that looked as black as the darkness she had been engulfed with as she shines the beam of light upon it. The sludge going to work on her immediately when the light clicks on easily getting beneath her clothes as if she were wearing nothing. Was this the thing she had been attempting to elude?

“UGH!” She tries to grasp the sludge to draw it away but it rolls through her fingers. It goes to work on her as she drops to her knees in an effort to dislodge the sludge from her but it is too late as it begins taking shape around her.

“NOOOOOO!” She wails in protest though she knows that it is much to late for her.

In an eerily silent manner quite opposite the young woman's screams, the cold slime quickly oozed up her slim thighs, completely engulfing her legs. Pulling free or scrapping the creeping goo off simply wasn't an option or getting her anywhere but spreading it around as it oozed down her right arm as if worked to completely engulf her.

In retrospect, if she hadn't been so desperate to escape her eventual fate of either being sold on a Vanejin auction block or virtual slavery in the ADD, Daphnee might not have found herself in this situation, but now time was the one thing she was short on as the flashlight fell from her grasp. The creature quickly sent runnels of itself up her arm while more of the black substance reached out from the cracks in the wall to secure her other flailing limbs. No matter how she fought, it took the creature less than a minute to drag her forward into the bulk of its mass, which was now covering most of the cave wall. One small thing to be thankful for was the fact that the creature had turned her around, face out, but her hope of escape was quickly fleeting.

It was quite a surprise, however, when instead of a burning sensation wherever the creature touched Daphnee, all she would feel was a mild tingling. While this would not likely be the first thing on the panicked young woman's mind, her biology lessons would have simply convinced her brain that it was just a milder form of the digestion the creature used. But when it reached in around her bare waist, it would finally settled into her mind that what she was feeling was pleasure, not pain. And then it started in on her clothes.

She would first feel her skirt loosen around her hips and if she looked down, she would be able to see by the faint light being cast by the discarded flashlight, that the slime had somehow undone the buttons and zipper, and was gently urging the garment down over her pelvis along with her panties. Likely a part of her mind would be fascinated by the fact that her aggressor had the kind of intelligence needed to work the clasps. By the time the garment was crumpled around her ankles, it wouldn't be too much of a leap in logic for her to realize that an organism with this much brainpower might have other more sinister intentions. Or maybe it just didn't like the taste of clothing. Either way, the creature restrained Daphnee's renewed struggles as her top was slowly drawn upward as well.

Any questions the girl might have about what the slime had in mind would be answered as slippery-cool tendrils of the creature reached under her. As more and more of its mass came up and cupped her exposed flower, it was definitely with the touch of a lover, and not a mindless eating machine. It gradually settled itself into her lap and then very slowly started to slip itself through her petals and come inside.

Up higher, more active fingers of goo swirled up around her breasts and found her nipples. The strange tingling sensation was stronger than ever as it played seductively with her quickly hardening buds.

Daphnee let out a terrified scream. Trying to escape one fate lead into suffering this one and there were other factors her as well as she attempted in vain to get free of that goo. She had made no progress though and flash backs to her fist night her coursed through her head at the panic of being restrained again.

Being an ooze she had not registered that it could be intelligent, that she could barter, anything but being restrained!

Of course what it was probably after it could just take while restraining her anyway. “NOOOOOO! LET ME GO!” It was useless, it was always useless as she frantically struggles.

Small mercies in that she is turned around, that and for the darkness that engulfs her now, the light of the flashlight severing her no good now.

She struggle then dimly had been aware of was the fact that her skin wasn't burning, that the touch had seemed gentler and the fact that her clothes were being drawn away unzipped and unbuttoned showed that it possessed some form of intelligence even if it were alien.

That touch was most pleasant though and she could feel it behind her, her breasts seized up and her nipples played with until they were as hard as little rocks.

“AR-Release me … I'll, I, UH won't run!”

She didn't expect to be understood or listened to, in fact it seemed to disregard her words as it moved against her flower beginning to press into her, her heart beat heavily yet she could not deny the pleasure that swept her up in that moment.

More and more of the organism slid itself into her, twisting and caressing her sex in ways that no human lover could ever replicate. The giant, constantly changing tongue of smooth slick protoplasm was delving right to her depths, stimulating her as it allowed her to tire herself out with her useless attempts to escape while ignoring her attempts to bargain with it.

The sounds of Daphnee's screams and mixed in with the occasional moan echoed through the vast cave system, the creature undulated against her sex while her hips twisting in vain to escape the tortuous pleasure as it sought to drive her closer and closer toward inevitable bliss. Her whole body was held now, and it felt as though she were immersed in rubber cement. She would be able to twitch and struggle, but escape was impossible.

Though more and more of the slime slowly continued to cover her body, engulfing more of her helpless form as it oozed up her neck stopping for a moment along her jaw as her naked form was covered in cold slime. With a sudden surge the creature covered her head in a latex thin mask that closed completely over her head slowly suffocating her before the young woman passed out from lack of oxygen.

Some time later...

The room that Daphnee would find herself in was part of the cave system that was located underneath the decrepit lighthouse, though instead of the darkness that prevaded the rest of the cave, there was a dim pinkish light suffusing everything. As she wakes, the young woman would find that the entire area was covered in a slick, slimy substance while a slightly musky, heady scent filled the air.

Daphnee would find that the only thing covering her body was a thin layer of slickness left over from her capture.

“NOOOOOO! AHHHHHH!” She cries out, it was useless as she had thought, attempts to bargain with it failing, either it didn't understand the language or had not cared though her green eyes go wide that goo all over her body now, inside it as she is filled.

It had no desire to release her though the way it was moving, the feel of it. It was not hard, but hard enough as her tunnel was pressed open against that boneless mass that was opening her up, causing her this strange sensation, this bliss in sweeping over her as she pants and if left thrashing useless.

There was no hope in escaping, her irrational fear going to work her as her heart pounds against her chest ready to explode out of fear it seemed.

NOOOOOO, t-this wasn't right, yet her body was responding against her say so as that slime continued to manipulate her.

She panics, that cold ooze creeping up her body, slowing at her neck. It pauses there and while her nipples are hard and she can still struggle there is no chance for her to escape. She thinks that it is going to stop there before it moves on to sweep over her head as if it were debating something.

She could not breath … her struggles cutting off her air supply quicker. This had been the end, the edges of her vision going black. There was nothing she could do, nothing. So this was how it ended, killed while searching for a means of getting off this island. Was she too much trouble? Some how death seemed better than the inevitable. At least she would die free. Her body collapsing forward, her vision going dark.



She wakes some time later, there was light here but she knew not where she was as a musky scent assails her naked body though she frantically looks around. What the hell was going on here? Where was she?

The lighthouse, somewhere beneath it, right? She was … that thing must have brought her her. She would see if she could move, see if she could find her stuff in that pink light, mainly the flashlight though clothes if present. Then a way out of here. Her heart returning to it's excited state as the memories returned.

She had to get out of here before it game back though how? Without her stuff she was stuck here but she had to give it a try!

Despite how thorough her efforts might be to find her missing belongings, Daphnee would find little more than puddles of viscous slime in nooks and crevices, for now she would simply have to endure any exploration of the caves naked, save for the thick layer of slime that literally covered her entire body. The musky scent would remind the young woman of the odors of pure, unadulterated sex that seemed to permeate the air no matter how she might try to breath. This scent was also working subtle effects on her body tied to increasing her arousal while the faint sounds of moans and squishing sex noises occasionally echoed softly to her ears but never distinctive enough to let her determine it is were real or just her mind playing tricks on her.

The substance on her skin felt warm. The young woman would be able to tell the difference given the fact that when she was first engulfed by the creature it had felt cold. Runnels and drips collected in a wet pool around where she sat in the middle of the strange room, attempting to determine the best way to get out of where ever she was. It completely covered her, even her head and hair, as though buckets of the stuff had been dumped over her. No matter how much she succeeded in wiping away from her face more seemed to ooze down onto her.

At her chest, her nipples were engorged with blood, hardened and aroused to the point of pain. She would be able to feel slippery, phantom fingers swirling over her wrinkled areolae, trapping the cones of her nipples.

A somewhat larger runnel of slick fluid dripped down from the underside of her left breast where it fell to her abdomen and continued into the valley between her thighs. It ran down over the cleft of her gates and sparked arousal deep within her body. Her sex made wet squishing sounds whenever she moved even a little and she would be able to tell that that more of the slime was slowly oozing out from where it had been pushed deep inside by her viscous assailant.

Suddenly a weak voice filtered into the room where Daphnee was. "H-help...s-somebody...p-please...

She looked and looked but in that pale pink light of the room she found nothing. Not a stitch of clothing or any thing like the flashlight, nor anything else she could use unfortunately. Slime merely cover her from head to toe and some on her face had been wiped away from her nose and mouth so that she could breath at least though it had been necessary for her to wipe away some of the substance at her eyes.

Naked and clearly displaying the shame of her capture just how she was going to get back to the dorm like this wasn't as big of a concern as getting out of her. It was dark, and thus there was a challenge there. She only remained a little hopeful in that she figured the creature wasn't stuck down her either. It had to have a means out to hunt and if so then there had to be a way to escape.

But what was this feeling that burned though her body now? Her nipples still prominent and hard by that scent though Daphnee attributed it to be doused in the cool slime and being quiet naked.

No, wait, her mind seemed to scream at her realizing that the ooze felt warm now. It felt somewhat alive moving against her and for a moment she was back there with that thing upon her.

That disgusting thing, whatever it was though she panicked at the thought that no one knew that she was down here beneath the light house where she could spend the remainder of her days! She didn't know how things worked here after all!

Moans filled her ears or were they within her mind? They had to be in her head, who else could be down here in this dark passage. Then there was that voice she heard earlier calling for help, a voice that she had thought was a trap. She was suspicious of it now of course, but thought it was less likely a trap as the creature had her, such deceptions were irrelevant.

Perhaps whoever it was knew a way out of here she could only hope. Each movement was painfully arousing. More of that slime oozed out of her as if it were excess cum, her nipples hard and erect to the point that it caused a strain against her as she moved.

“UNG!” Her eyes close briefly Keep it together, Daph! Get out of her first ... “OH!” But she had been unused to dealing with aphrodisiacs. Still she tried her damnedest, her hand pressing against a wall as she slowly moved towards the sound as more of the revolting slime poured down on her from above ensuring that she had to constantly clear her face though she wonders briefly how it was that she could breath. Was it the angel she was at, was it, was it sentient and avoiding such places deliberately?

Truth be told she just didn't know. This situation was alien and bizarre and generated the most fear that she had been in to date only because she felt so doomed without a sliver of hope unless this girl knew anything, at least it sounded female though she could have been wrong there she had though so as she made her way on.