(a prequel to Field Trip)

There was a light rain today, the sky over cast as droplets cascaded down from the heavens. Tears of angels he mamma always said but mamma really didn't pay her any attention and nor did pappa. As a result there was problem after problem in an effort to grab some attention but the only thing that really happened was that she was deemed crazy by the other kids that kept away from her.

She had her school uniform on coming straight from class. She had been huddled beneath the red umbrella. She looks odd in her yellow rubber coat and boots though she still looks for it. Now where was it? She saw a ton of it the other day, figures now that she wants some of that wood it's gone. She gathered some before for Rocco though she needed more material, she messed up on the head and wanted to try it again at some point in order to get it right. She pauses for a moment, it was right after the poison ivy patch or was it left? She had gotten herself lost.

“Great. I thought that this was only going to take five minutes, not become so such as a chore. I should not have even bothered today. Well, it's too late now I guess. I'll come back tomorrow.” Use to talking to herself she doesn't expect an answer of course as she curses herself for not writing these
things down .

Little did she know ...

From his place between dimensions he felt a presence, little do they know in fact, that his victims are not randomly selected, some he never seen before but they meet his tastes, but some others are special, recalls from the past you could say, back in the age of myth many were given to him as sacrifices, but before the myth started to banish some of his sacrifices manage to escape his realm, therefore being able to recover their lives, but little they know that even if I wasn't able to break their spirits and make them fully mine at the time, once I've taken them they are bound to me by soul and so will be their descendants, today I feel the soul of one of them, a chance to recover what's rightfully mine, but my powers are not what they used to be, for now I shall have a taste of her and at the same time I'll give her soul a reminder of true lust and horror.

I'll wait in the shade of a alley, my presence should shake her, make her feel unease and aroused, scared but intrigued, she'll come looking for me as I wait in the shadows of alley.

She had seen the wood discarded outside of one of the shop classes. It wasn't a huge surprise she didn't know the way for few of the girls took shop at all. She had wondered at the practicality of it all but the machines were convenient for Art she supposed.

Now as an Art major she could find the Art room. She could find the shop from the inside but the trick here was that the wood had been discarded outside of the building. Now if she had written it down! She shook her head. It was later in the evening and over cast, not to mention a little chilly.

Goose bumps appear on her arms and she stands there hearing the pitter patter of rain drops on her umbrella. She has no idea that she is being watched or that there is something special about her, even if it were just some crummy bloodline she could not control.

But Daphnee feels something. Something oddly familiar. Back when she was having her delusions she felt this feeling, one of dread, but also one of excitement. She could not explain it, not then, not now. But she knew that these things were real now, one had forever change her …

So why wasn't she hauling off and running? Shouldn't she? She stands there for a moment, hearing the rain. Something familiar … something in her blood calls to her even as her mind screams to her not to do it she does as she starts walking down the alley drawn to this presence like a moth being drawn to a flame.

being low on energy even if night falls It'll would be hard to manifest on the human world for now, but she being a descendant she'll be easier to influence, if I can't manifest on the physical world I can always manifest in her subconsciousness, there her dream will be my mine for the taking......


I call for her soul, increasing the pressure of my presence on her, being the first time she face's me she is bound to lose consciousnesses and feel in a sleep like state, depending on her force of will, but being unaware of whats happening to her, the odds for her to resist are close to none.

once asleep, I'll be able to drain a decent amount of power from her. my control of the dreams the nightmares I can create are only second to the horror I can produce in the physical world were the nightmare becomes real.


(let me pic the dream environment )

(no problm I think I dropped in enough stuff for you to get ideas)

So she continues along further. There were only idiots out in the rain today so her presence is not missed not that it would have been other wise given that she was overlooked so often.

So the Art student moves closer and it is as he assumes, her will cannot hold up. She was never a willful girl, never had a reason the resist for this is the first time her mental defenses are tried. Surprise overwhelms her, that and the sheer fact that there is a familiar bloodline her that Daphnee had no clue about.

She falls there in a puddle, a stiff breeze carrying the umbrella away as rain descents on her exposed flesh as well as her rain coat.

Of particular note that he would find in her thoughts was the fact that she willing serves as Vera's “Pet”. That she's always craved attention. That she was once deemed crazy by her peers when she weas seeing all manners of delusions that kept people from her. Her cries for attention giving her eating disorder then the cutting of the flesh beneath her leather arm guards.

Ther was an abnormal fear of bondage given how helpless and brutal her first night on the island was. So much so that when she encountered another demon she behaved when he released her.

In the few months she had been here, Saphnee has been threw a lot.

But among those fears are the few joys, chief amongst them was her need to please her Mistress. She normal did nothing in that realm of sexuality but if her Mistress commmanded it the lonely girl sprang into action.

Her other joy was ventriloquim, her puppets though in a fit of rage that first night she destroyed one of her creations and hence why she was looking for wood now to fashion the latest of her creations.

These amongst other thoughts swirled through her subconscious mind.

taking hold of her dreams and molding them to his liking, he places Daphnee in a swamp, vines and trees keep the sun form fully reaching the ground and every tree has a presence as if the swamp it self was looking straight at her, the vines move unnoticed, before she realized where she was, she already had no escape.

She suddenly finds herself in a swamp and is confused with how she got there or why she's wearing a rain coat. At least the rubber boots made it a bit easier to move around though she cannot see much of the sky. At first she is unaware of what she was doing, what was it? She thinks as she tries to get her barrings missing the fact that the vegetation had been creeping up on her. Unaware she was not alone.

RUN! It snapped back to her, the presence she had flt in the alley. She wasn't even thinking that she was stuck in her own mind, panic hit her at once and she bolted springing into action as she ran, though she was not much of an athlete she had adrenaline surging through her for the next minute or two anyway.

watching her useless struggle I make a vine tangle on her right arm stopping her on her tracks, as another tangles around ankle, while she struggles the vines appear more and more alive only wrapping around more , and restraining her other limbs, when she realizes she already lifted the vines a couple centimeters from the ground, with her arms restrained high and wide by the vines, as the ones on her legs keep spreading them open, as it begins to pour down, leaving her soaking wet.

“NOOO!” She screams tugging to get free, her heart bounding as the swamp comes to life but her slowed pace allow for another vine to find purchase with her, wrappin over her leg and halting her allowing the other vines to secure a hold upon her.

Now she is to panicked tp think rationally! Her heart hammers away at her chest feeling as if ift wee going to burst. Her green eyes go wide in utter terror as her head fills back with memories of her first day here, a day she would have loved to forget.

This is some sort of plant though, something else. Was it worse? Rain starts streaming down from the heavens saturating here just as tears stream down her cheeks – she knows what's going to happen. She knows this is going to hurt. At least the clay-like think wasn't as unyielding as wood as painful as it were. It got bored of her quick enough.

Dread clenched at the pit of her stomach. She flailed uselessly in that grasp. “LET ME GO!” She was already crying, knowing … fearing … “PLEASE!” She cries out to the unseen creature without much hope as the other did not listen … it worked once before though this time she felt a darker presnce, it just seemed darker or perhaps it was because she was so panicked.

as she struggles more vines join the others, most of them sliding under the rain coat ripping it apart from daphnee's body piece by piece as others, you could say slimier swamp vines slide under her uniform reaching for her breast under the top and a big one slides between her legs rubbing its length against her special spot over her underwear fabric as it slides slowly body hard at the same time, back and forth.

Helplessly she struggles. Whatever this was had no intelligence of didn't care to listen as e body was assaulted by more of these vines rubbing against her, over her. Her breasts had been assaulted but this plant as her rain coat is torn asunder. Cold water pours over her, drenching her and making her clothes cling to her skin. She trashes feeling the slimy vines upon her.

She sobs though the vines course over her melons as another, thicker plant rubs against that hidden button painfully slow as it entices it to swell and make a showing.

“Let … Me …. Go!” She sobs between each word. “PLEASE! … I … I … I won't run!” She pleads not knowing if there was anyone even there or if this plant had an intelligence as her fears increase with being restrained.

the vines only become more aggressive, starting to slowly rip her clothes with their constant motion, as the vine between her legs makes it's way through the side of her underwear aggressively pushing its way inside her without warning, the rain keeps falling and the swamp only becomes darker as the vines make their way with daphnees body

Futile. It was utterly futile as the vines ravish her body with rhymn or reason. She still flails against her restraints never given upthough clearly if she were older she would have had a heart attack as her fear heights to unspeakable levels.

Certainly her worse fear was coming true here and she was yet again to do anything about it as tears roll down her checks continually washed away by the rain.

And yet at the same time it was tormenting her it was making her enjoy this too with those long strokes against her clit.

The sounds of ripping fabric fill the air, she throws her head back, part in a scream of agony part that of pleasure as it makes her way inside her. She is damp only from it's prior attentions on her to heightn her arousal at that particular moment, the pleasure making it worse in a way for she could only hate herself for enjoying this crude touch against her.

her uniform skirt falls to the ground in pieces as only parts of her shirt remain on her covering her underwear, as she lets her head back a vine wraps around her neck without placing enough strength to sofocate her but making it self felt around it as the vine tip slides into daphnee's mouth, as the other vines only remain toying with her body only increasing the aggressiveness as they drive her into a forced climax.

the swamp only becomes darkness until no light remains, she can only feel the vines on her body but aside from that she wouldn't be able to see her hand in front of her face, as she gets closer to climax the motion on the vines only stops and the vines on her body and sweet spots slowly withdraw, only the ones restraining her remain in place and there is only silence.

Her head tips back and she feels another vine secure her neck so she cannot effectively move her head as another sweeps into her mouth. The texture his rough, her moans as cut off into incoherent sounds of her pleasure as the thing pistons inside her drawing her closer and closer to that blissful state, the ultimate betrayal.

Even her sobs are cut off as tears roll down her checks and still despite all this, despite knowing how hopeless it is she flails like a fly in a spider's web to free herself.

She can't of course and her terror builds as the swamp gives away into utter darkness she flails as if it were automatic. Her head shakes from side to side as much as the restraining vine allows though it grows dark, unnaturally so.

Daphnee can only feel as her mouth and pussy feel the thing going to work, driving her to a maddening release that she has the tips of her fingers on it, then it stops, the vines retracting as she's held aloft covered in sweet and swamp water. She pants, breasts rising and falling with each gasp and while she hates this she wonders why. Why had it just stopped? Did it not want her to cum? Was it pacing her? Or was there something else?

Perhaps it was intelligent after all … she wasn't so but she cast aloud. “Anything … Anything … just let me go!” She sobbed the last part, afraid of the unknown, of what was out there and it's further plans seeing that she was still restrained.