The day had been warm but there was a nice breeze so it didn't feel so bad. She had traveled some distance from the campus following the directions that Vanessa gave her. They were suppose to meet here in a bit. She did have a habit of showing up early, her times performing in front of crowds made her punctual, her mangers would often have her show up a bit early but she preferred to do it more then an hour before show time.

While there were only two people here that knew her secret that she was the real Andrea Summers, or more or less the person behind that personae. It was great having an alter ego that she could abandon in order to blend in. Vanessa was the only other student that knew her secret and there was one monster that had deciphered it in short order. How was she to know that from a simple recording she could distinguish her voice as identical.

Normally she passed herself off as an impersonator and no one had been any wiser. Left at the rock and … she paused, there should have been a group of three trees growing near one another. Had she past it? Vanessa was still in class and she expected her to shower and change as she had.

She was in sandals, blue shorts and a lighter blue sleeveless shirt that had spaghetti straps. In her hands she carried a basket with all the mundane things she would need for the day. She backed up recovering her barrings at the rock and moving out again in search of that group of trees.

No mind, exactly, to speak of, The Cave below would merely slumber as the day time hours past, usually more active at night. However, ever watchful, it could still sense the vibrations of those many, bountiful creatures in the world above, feel the countless foot steps as the bizarre swarm went about, this way and that. There were days where The Cave would merely sit there, apparently taking no further actions. However, today it would sense a lone figure, out away from the others and, with it so close to one of its many openings, the monster's simple, animalistic mind, would have it start to spread out its grasp.

A small, wasp sized insect released from a hidden orifice, the quiet little specimen begin to maneuver around the forest until it found its target, co-ordinating with the larger mind of The Cave, before circling around to come at the prey from behind. Compound eyes falling upon the sight of the young woman, endless stretches of subterranean cavern would quiver and salivate in anticipation and, if one were to consider such a reaction possible from this creature, apparent delight. Cautiously moving around, staying out of sight, the insect like creature would come down low to the ground, some distance behind the girl and, surging forward now, would land itself, so very lightly on the soft, smooth skin of Stephanie's lower thigh, just below where her shorts ended. A tiny, stinging bite and the hallucinogenic venom that would lure the girl to The Cave, would be introduced.

After that, it didn't really matter much, what happened to the little creature. It could be swatted, it could escape and fly harmlessly away. The poison was administered, now just a little time for the effects to begin settling in.

"Hey! Over here!"

There'd be no need for complex illusions here, at least, not yet. A familiar face some distance away in the trees, they'd start by beckoning Stephanie there way, getting a little further away each time, should she pursue, guiding her to somewhere new... where the trap laid in wait.

“Ow!!!” She swatted at the bug, killing it but it the process making a mess out of her hand. She looked at it and through some bottled water she cleaned it off with the blanket she had brought for the days event. It was only when everything had been back in place that she saw the three trees now.

“Oh?” That was fortunate. She looked at the sting on her leg. The area was a little puffy but didn't look to have a stinger embedded in it. There was a slight discomfort as she walked on heading toward the trees and orientating herself to the next coordinates as given by those directions.

Oblivious to what just happened she pressed on not even aware that she was going the wrong way or that things that appeared so natural had not even been there. There was nothing amiss so she continued on. Once her mind did wander seeing that she had time she could spent the wait in rehearsing the latest song she wrote.

New material was a rarity these days since she was suppose to be an impersonator and not the real thing. She still wrote or course but did not share such songs in public often enough. A secluded spot allowed her to practice in relative peace. Then a voice cut in causing her to look.

Vanessa? She wasn't quit sure but it looked like her at least from a distance and naturally sounded like her. Given that she had perfect pitch she was sure of it. But wasn't she still at class? She checked her watch. Yeah, she was, yet she thought little of it. She could have ditched it or cut out early. Grinning she shook her head following but never getting too close.

“Yeah, wait up.”

"Come on, keep up."

As the thought of who this was solidified in the victim's mind, so to did the actual sight and sound of the hallucination until it seemed, definately, without a question, to be Vanessa. Always too far away to reach, every time she'd thought herself close, the hallucination would eventually seem to lead The Cave's latest victim to a small, abandoned, run down shack in the middle of the forest. The wood panels from which it was made, dark with dampness, and seemingly rotting in places, it didn't seem to make much sense as to why someone, who apparently ignored any questions such as 'where are we going?,' or requests such as 'wait up', would be working so hard to bring Stephanie here. Still, appearing to her one more time, the vision of Vanessa would silently beckon to the young lady in question one more time, standing in the threshold to the rundown hut's one and only door, before disappearing into the creepy, windowless building.

Inside the structure, should she have followed the apparition, would be a plain, overgrown stretch of little more than old, forgotten floorboards and in one corner a single chair of similar condition. The only thing that was remarkable, and it would perhaps be the easiest feature for one's attention to be caught upon, covering the inside wall, opposite the door, would be a collection of what appeared to be countless, glowing, fireflies, these iridescent creatures crawling harmlessly all over the ancient, damp wood. It would be near here that 'Vanessa' had stopped, close to the insect life, examining them closely. As if noticing Stephanie, the woman would seem to beckon, one last time, before returning to the admiration and marveling of these glowing bugs.

"Come take a look at this."

Though everything would appear to be fine, in fact, to anyone not under the effects of the hallucinogenic, things would be rather disturbing. The floorboards covering the very centre of the room would, a part of the illusion, a great, fleshy orifice, a couple of meters wide, tightly closed for now, to a hole no bigger than a fist, would sit comfortably in their place. Just one of many places where some extension of The Cave had found its way to the surface, this old, abandoned structure provided cover from the sunlight that was so deadly to this organism. While the hallucination would not cover the sensation of stepping onto something soft and squishy, a distracted person might pass it off as squelching, rotten floor boarding and, regardless, if she'd come that far, it'd be too late anyway.

Lead along to an structure she thought that it was odd to be all the way out here. Possible a tool shed for a groundskeeper that did maintenance on the island. If a tool broke there was less of a need to go all the way back to the school. It was larger then a tool shed, a place that a worker could sleep too or treat an injury? Why would someone need to do maintenance way out here she wondered as she closed in on the place.

She then noted that it looked old and chalked it off as the school having designs on the area for one reason or another a long time ago. Noting that there was no windows as the only lit in the place came from the door itself or the bugs across the room there was even a chance that students in the past built the place.

It looked run down and old. Still she did not question matters much. “You could have waited.” She shook her head and smiled as she came across the room hitting that area of the floor, causing her to look down at where she stepped in response seeing that the light at the center of the room had been the darkest. Seeing nothing amiss she did step on the spot a few more times and getting the same sound she chalked it up to that section of the floor but just moved on to Vanessa and the fireflies.

“Fireflies? I've never actually seen one before, not unless you count TV. What is this place?”

With nothing seemingly amiss, and it evidently being such a simple matter for The Cave to lure its latest meal to where it wanted her, the young one's fate would be as good as sealed. Coming now to the centre of the cabin, though her first few steps would yield no apparent cause for concern, a little discrete shifting of the flesh, keeping what was immediately underfoot solid and unmoving, it'd be easy enough to anticipate where her feet were going to land and move to capture. The hallucination providing the sound of moldy wood cracking and the sight of floor boards breaking, there would be a little discrepancy between senses. Despite what she'd see and hear, it'd feel more like she'd stepped down into an empty hole, rather than her having put her foot through fragile timber. Likewise, instead of feeling broken, sundered floorboards sticking and fighting any attempt to pull out, it'd be more like something fleshy had closed tight around her ankle and was sucking fiercely on her.

The form of Vanessa turning and giving Stephanie a sweet little smile, the apparition, rather than appearing concerned, seemed to ignore the plight of the hapless woman. Whatever this thing was, it appeared to lean in, slyly extending an ethereal hand out towards her chin. As the illusion spoke in a strange, deep, inhuman voice, anyone studying the being simply known as The Cave, might have found themselves, once again, contemplating the possible connection between the hallucinations created and the very 'mind' of the creature responsible.

"You look... delicious."

Some sort of tendril, moving along the firm, fleshy walls of the hole that Stephanie now found her foot lodges in, the appendage would quickly rise up to snake its way around her calves and, with a powerful pull, begin to drag The Cave's latest source of sustenance in. It'd be around this point in time that the hallucinations would begin to fade, first the Fireflies, then the floorboards that concealed the true nature of what it was she'd stepped on. Remaining the longest, the most solid image in Stephanie's mind, Vanessa, would step back giving a playful wave goodbye before it too faded. The pull of the creature would be strong, but not absolute, leaving just enough difference in the levels of strength involved to at least fight back against the grappling. Though it'd have her one, trapped leg, knee deep before she could really begin to struggle, to try and pull herself free, if she so chose to attempt such a thing, it'd soon become the case that, whilst she could at least prevent herself from being dragged in any further, the Monster's hold and continued attempts to suck her in would certainly prevent her from coming loose.

“Vanessa I'm stuck!” She tried to pull her leg free and knew there was something amiss with the reactions of her knight before she even spoke in that inhuman voice. Her eyes going wide, that voice had been a perfect match, she and the fireflies vanished leaving her to struggle further.

She had to drop to one knee as her hands sealed around her leg in an attempt to pull herself free. The strength of the creature did not seem as overwhelming but she was unable to get her leg free now that so much of it had been taken. Fortunately it was unable to draw more of her in at present so they were at a stalemate.

Panicked she yelled for assistance. “HELP!!!!!!” While still tugging at her leg only causing this tug of war to injure it further. What as familiar about this? Something nagged on her mind, something about Vanessa just vanishing like that reminded her of a ghost or spirit that she could not really recall. At present that memory would do her no good as she tugged and tugged each time feeling the pain of her leg as she pulled it an inch or two free then lost that ground quickly.

No one was going to hear her all the way out her, at least logic told her. Logic also told her that if anyone did it was likely to be a beast. In her present state she could do nothing against one if it arrived. But she was a bit irrational at present calling out for help again punctuating that with a help of pain.

How long could she keep up this tug of war? Had she been like a hooked fish fighting for only so long against the inevitable? With little choice she kept it up.

Whilst the initial start to Stephanie's consumption would seem to come to a standstill of sorts, locking down, allowing the suction and
tight grip of the orifice firmly around her leg to firmly hold her in place, this creature would realign and ready its tendrils for the next pull. Loosening the rope like appendages slightly, restraining her with its 'mouth', momentarily making no further attempts to drag her further in, but certainly not allowing her to regain so much as an inch, the creature would carefully move to wrap its tentacle around her trapped limb again, this time with a more firm, solidly placed, grip. Like a sailor wrapping the slack of a sail line around a solid anchoring point, before pulling further, the creature's apparent pause in dragging her any further was merely it gaining additional purchase.

The tendrils holding her one, trapped leg becoming taut once more, the fleshy maw down which she was being dragged would now widen itself again. New tendrils morphing into being, wrapping around the calves of her other leg, with her having fallen down to one knee, Stephanie would soon find both or her legs being dragged down into the depths, and with that, the beast would have a clearer, straight line with which to suck her straight down, her ankles being locked together. As she was pulled down however, feeling tendrils whipping up and wrapping around her thighs and hips as she went ever further in, the descent would appear to slow. Stretching to encompass the entire width of her body, and not just a leg or two, was proving taxing, the flesh was pressed tightly to her body, unable to relax further to provide extra room, and the resistance she'd doubtlessly provide with her arms would hardly be helpful either, definately enough to prevent further consumption, the victim only sinking down as far as her waist.

Yes, this being was going to have difficulty getting her down any further. It could get tendrils around her wrists, but they'd be weak, and even if it could pin her arms to her side, it'd still have some difficulty getting past the added width of them and her shoulders. What it really needed was for her to be cooperative and lift her hands up above her head to slide down all the more easily. Since she didn't seem inclined to do that any time soon, what it would apparently have to do was find a way to weaken her somehow. Well, given the circumstances, one solution would appear to be fairly obvious.

A tendril now pressing against her soft, smooth skin, The Cave would gently worm its way up her inner thigh until it found the hem of her shorts. Slipping underneath the fabric, beginning to slowly slither ever upwards, it'd pass briefly by the obvious target and would instead come up out the top of her shorts, hooking around to unfasten any buttons before gradually dragging the garment down her legs. The smooth, seductive pelvic lines down to her vaginal areas being teasingly unveiled as the removal of the shorts caused a slight, downward slippage of her underwear, at the very least her modesty would seem preserved as her panties mostly remained in place over her sex. However, it would quickly become apparent that the thin, delicate layer of fabric would do little to protect her as a single, finger like tendril slipped its way in from behind, between her thighs, to start slowly, gently rubbing back and forth against her womanhood, through the cloth.

She screamed again when another tentacle snared her other leg. Unable to brake free despite the temporary loosening of that hold. But they had been the only two that heard her. It grew wider sucking the second leg down to join the first. It was sheer instinct to use her hands to push against the floor boards even now trying to free herself.

Weaker tentacles snared her wrists as her legs had been pressed together. Her shorts had been lost and her eyes widened at the feel of that thin tendril rubbing against her.

Waist deep, she was stuck there for the time being. It was trying to eat her and was in favor of playing with it's food. She had thought that the slug was going to eat her but this seemed more direct about it. Pushing on the floor with her hands she could not get free but it looked as if it had widened to it's limits and could not consume her fully at least.

She kept feeling as if teeth would cut her in half for two separate bits instead. “PLEASE!!!! NOOOOO!!!” Her struggles did no good, whatever it was going to do and that much had been obvious, it would be able to do with no interference on her part.

What was this thing? Whatever it was she did not expect it to relent as she had her hands full dealing with the tendrils wrapped about her wrists, the only thing that was keeping her from being consumed further. Another shout then another. She shuddered uncontrollably at that tendril moving against her then she squirmed as best as she could in it's grip, which wasn't much given how tightly sealed around her it was.

Naturally, she'd begun to struggle, but The Cave was in no way inclined to let her go, or to relent in its attack. The small, probing tendril having gently rubbed all over her sex, it would apparently find what it is looking for as it goes for her clit and begins slowly to circle it, pressing in against the fabric of her panties. Other tendrils would begin to slowly caress and massage up and down her thighs, though no matter how much she fought, she'd still find her legs pinned together as the tightness and suction of this thing pressed all around her. The orifice holding her waist would gobble a little, those fleshy 'lips' smacking slightly as it continued to try and pull her down, but the prey was having none of it, continuing to put up a fight. Clearly, it would have to take further measures to weaken her.

After a little while of merely massaging the area over and around her sensitive nub below, the creature would step up its game. The tendril prodding and probing her abandoning that effort, pushing forward, beyond the front of her hips, the appendage would seem to widen and thicken up between her thighs. Along its length, a number of soft little bumps would form, like the tips of countless little tongues all in a row and, beginning slowly and tormenting, her with a slow withdrawal, the tentacle would begin to pull back, sawing against her sex through her panties. Getting to the end of that terrible, long stroke, it'd stop. Then after a second or so, with the same teasing, gradual, but prolonged pace, it would begin to push in again, rubbing those nubs against her. Another pause at the end and it would repeat, again and again, working on her until it started to see results.

She struggled but there was not much use. She was wedged in the hole good, the only benefit being that she was too big for it. That did not stop the terrible thoughts of being bitten in half! Screaming did about as much good as her struggles. The thing was tight around her with that errant tentacle squirming all over her body.

Heart beating heavily in her chest she breathed just as rapidly. Her imagination trying to fill in the details of the creature that was molesting her. Her mind thinking about all manners of strange things as it forced a gasp from her lips when it began playing with her clit through her panties.

The stimulation was assisted by the new one moving her legs apart. At first she had thought it had other designs and she knew there was more coming. Much more. Licks followed up and down her thighs and she gasped again as the initial stimulation on her clit never cased.

It was clearly having an effect on her. The more it played the more her nipples and clit yearned for attention. Just what was it doing? Her breasts displayed those signs of arousal as she felt tongues pressing against her and licking. Tongues! What was this thing? She asked herself yet again as it began rubbing against her sex generating that excitement it had been after despite her say so.

Stuck, she was at it's complete mercy and all she could do was hope she'd survive all this. A low moan a a particularly skillful stroke, her eyes pressed closed as she shivered there with the creature, hands not so much as pushing against the floor in order to escape but rested flat there to be kept from being pulled in further.

She knew some of these things were strong, that it might decide to yank her to make her fit not caring if bones were broke in the process. She could only hope that wasn't going to be the case either. Stuck there. Groaning ever once in a while she could not help but react to the creature and what it was doing to her.

Despite feeling her weakening, the creature would apparently decide to have a bit more fun with her the way she was. Beginning to get what it wanted from her, even without swallowing her whole and, as such, getting the entirety of her body in its grasp, helpless as it did whatever it pleased to her, its goal appeared to be to force a complete loss of any strength, a climactic moment of defeat, if you will, before dragging her the rest of the way down, where she would be trapped for however long it wished, used and harvested for her delicious fluids.

The long, torturous tendril that sawed back on forth against her sex, with those countless soft nubs lining its upper side in a seemingly endless stretch, would begin to speed up once it'd noticed her beginning to shiver and quake in response, no longer giving her a pause after each terrible stroke, but instead giving her a relentless torment to deal with. Whilst other tendrils and tongues would continue to slip and slide up her thighs and calves, parting her legs slightly, but with the tight, thick, wet walls of the orifice still mostly keeping them pinned together, new intrusions would begin to creep under her shirt, starting to slip and slide over her lower abdomen, rubbing up and down her sides.

Finally, the stimulation remaining on the outside of her panties, this would change as a single long, thin tendril, no thicker than maybe two millimeters, snuck itself in over the already slightly loosened and pulled down top of her underwear. Creeping down slowly, the thing would eventually find her sensitive, swollen clit and, wrapping tightly around it, though not too tightly, it would begin to cruelly wiggle it around whilst, at the same time, gently pulling it so that the tip was all the more exposed to the merciless onslaught of the larger tendril still sawing back and forth against her sex.

Struck where she was there were so many tentacles upon her. Licks up and down her sides as the thing made her squirm as much as she could within that confined space. “AHH!!” She gasped against that attention. Her hands flat against the floor boards as she conserved some strength until it tried to pull her again, if in fact it did.

Seeing that she could now feel a tendril beneath her shirt she may have already been in as far as it needed. Her eyes widening at the feel of that smaller tendril that pulled down the top of her panties allowing that larger on more direct access to her core should it decide to stop this teasing.

But the smaller tendril did not stop there. Coiling about her clit, toying with it further it produced a gasp from her. That sex that it was playing with was moistening too against her say so as the thing continued to work against her. It was all over her, the tongues tasting her it seemed, those licks along her sides …

DAMN!!! She concluded. It was greasing her up to pull her once again, at least she thought. No initial pull came but it was still too early. She tensed for the short term then relaxed when that pull did not come.

So far that large tentacle moved mostly against her panties but made contact with the top portions of her sex with each rub, proving that the contact was more effective then what it was doing otherwise, though what it was doing had been successful thus far this was even more so generating small whimpers from her as she struggled against the building sensations within her chest.

A tongue seemed to run up the small of her back as the tendrils continued to massage up and down her legs, the inside and outside of her thighs, along her hips, across her sides, over her abdomen, everywhere that seemed to be immersed inside this thing. The sawing torment back and forth along her sex, over her panties, was relentless, but seemed to speed up as it noted tension beginning to rise in the subject. Soon, it would see her weakened enough to pull the rest of the way in, but it would still take a little while that this rate. What could it do then?

The pinching little grip around her clit would tug at her one last time before relinquishing. Retreating, only to be replaced by another intruder that slid effortlessly under her already loosely placed undergarments, what felt like a normal, five fingered hand would make its way to her sex. One finger slowly circling around her sensitive nub, after a few rotations it would give way to a gentle, soothing caress as two fingers seemed to rub slowly back and forth over the little pearl. She'd be wet, and she could feel that moisture being rubbed into her. Digits soon progressing on naturally, having before now been an obstacle for the larger, nub lined tendril that'd been sawing back and forth, the palm of this 'hand' would seem to continue the caress of her clit as the fourth finger seemed to gently push aside the fabric of her panites. The index and middle digits pressing in, they'd spread to form a 'V' opening her up to a more direct assault, that merciless sawing only pressing in all the more fiercely with greater speed and ferocity.

Stuck and left panting she felt those series of tongues all over her as her own excitement continued to blossom. There wasn't a thing she could do about it either as that moisture grew at that treatment. What had alarmed her most was a hand. A freaking hand! At least it felt like one. What sort of creature was this?

Initially she had thought that this was some sort of mouth but what if it were a hole instead with a creature or creatures below tending to her? Her mind struggled with the possibilities for a moment then cast them aside as irrelevant. They were not going to matter in the long run nor would they save her now.

She fought for a second or two trying to push down with her arms to get free but the effort was wasted. That hand now streaking over her clit, rubbing in then …

Her eyes went wide as she craned back her head gazing at the ceiling. “Oooooh ...” she gasped out as she felt those fingers plunge inside her and at the same time widen her. That sudden intrusion had her cumming right then and there and it did not let up as those fingers rapidly pressed inside her.

The first blow knock the breath out of her in that long moan after which she was unable to catch her breath as if she were some sort of prize fighter simply covering up against a barrage of punches hoping that a referee didn't step in to end that fight.

Not that there was much of one here. She could only endure what it brought to her or succumb. Again her hands relaxed against the floor but balled up into fists against the sensations that she was now feeling.