Deep in a poorly lit cave, a creature stirs, tearing and flailing at their surroundings in a crazed frenzy. That creature is me, a mid-twenties femboy frantically trying to find a left stocking for her outfit, and that cave, my walk-in closet. I silently cursed as I dug through drawers and piles of clothes trying to find my other white knee-high stocking. My best friend, Jess, would be over soon to take me to one of the most exclusive clubs in town. I had never heard of it before she told me about it and for good reason, the place is deep in a mess of abandoned buildings and only opens for one day every month. I don't know what (or who) she had to do to get us invites, but it doesn't matter because we were guarantied to get in. I was as giddy with excitement as I was furious at my missing accessory. My plan was to go for the goth schoolgirl look, even died my hair black for the occasion. As I was about to scream with frustration, a small bit of white caught my eye, stuck to a pair of pants hanging on the opposite side of the closet was my stocking, damn static cling. I snatched it and skipped back into my room and plopped down on the bed to slide it on. Once that was done, I slid my feet into a pair of black high-heels and stood up to admire my look in the full length mirror. I had my black hair pulled into a ponytail, dark eyeliner and lipstick, a black vest open over a white button down shirt that was tied off to show midriff, a blue pleated school girl skirt hung a little low on my hips, white knee-highs and black heels. I pursed my lips...something is missing. Just then the doorbell rings, I rush to the door and let Jess inside. She looked amazing, wavy light brown hair, blue eyes, gold strapless dress that was so tight it looked painted on, nude pantyhose and gold heels with ankle straps. We hugged and she stepped back to take me in. She whistled and said with a smirk, "I love this look on you, you're going to turn some heads for sure. Who doesn't like a naughty goth girl?"
 
I thanked her spun around on my heels to give her a full view before we walked back to my room. "I just need a couple more things.", I said.
 
 On the dresser is my jewelry box, from it I take out and put on a black choker and remove a silver ankle bracelet. I walk back to the mirror and prop my right leg up on a chair, I clasp the anklet on and run my fingers over the letter charms that dangle off of it, they spell out EAT ME. She let out a giggle and had a knowing, devilish grin on her face, "Oh how naughty, I love it. Really puts it all together for you tonight. Here, I have one more thing I want you to wear, be a good girl and don't give me any lip about it either. K?"
 
 She hands me a small bag and I immediately know what it is, I let out a groan but she throws up a stern finger to shush me. I pull the small plastic contents from the little black bag, it's a small pink chastity cage. I have a love/hate relationship with it, it can be uncomfortable punishment, but it can also heighten arousal in other parts of my body giving me sensations I never knew were possible. I pout and plop down on the bed and put it on. She makes a show of strutting over to me and bending forward to snap the tiny padlock on it. As she is bent forward in my face, aside from the great view down her top, I can see the little gold key hanging from her necklace. I tuck my new prison back behind the thin black cloth of my thong and stand up. "Good girl.", she says "It's time for us to go."
 
 
 On the car ride there, she explains to me everything she knows about the club. It's called Club de'Vower, kinda cheesy but what club name isn't these days. It is known for having what they call dance pods, a group of women are chosen to enter these pods that lift in the air and dance above the crowd, they say it is quite a spectacle. We walked for a while through what seemed like a maze of poorly lit alleys until we finally see it, 2 big steel doors with a large man standing outside of it, and a line of patrons dressed to the nines waiting to get in. Jess pulls me right up to the doorman, who wordlessly nods and pushes the rusting door open. Blaring music and a few flashing lights fill the night as we start to walk in Jess winks at the bouncer and holds out a hand, he hands her two small buttons to pin on. The door slammed shut behind us and she pinned a button to my vest, and the other to her skirt. They were pod passes, we were chosen for the big show at the end of the night. I tingled with excitement at the thought of people watching me swing my hair and my hips back and forth, high above them for all to see with no where to hide. We move into the crowd and have a great time drinking, dancing, and flirting with whomever was around. The driving beat mixed with the bodies and minds that were plenty loosened by alcohol created a whirlwind of energy and hormones between us. Bodies pressed together, gyrating and sweating, hands rubbing and grasping the soft flesh of my thighs and ass...sometimes they were Jess' and sometimes they were larger and rougher fingers groping and fondling, every sense in my body heightened, even the feeling of the little silver letters on my ankle bouncing to the rhythm. The song faded out and we all stopped to catch our breath, Jess pulls out her phone and looks at the time. "I'm gonna take the boys and grab us some drinks, you can wait here.", she hollered to me as she and our two new dance partners made their way through the crowd towards the bar.
 
 
 I waited, taking it all in, looking around at the other beautiful women in the room, trying to pick out just how many had the little pins on. I counted six when the DJ came on the microphone and announced that it was time for the main event. All ladies with the pod passes made their way to the dancefloor. Pushing my way through the patrons who were making way for us I frantically looked and called for Jess, she was nowhere to be seen. She must already be on the floor and passed me in the crowd, that's ok we will meet up later to gush about the experience. There were about 15 of us in total on the dancefloor as the club lights went down except for a few dull red glows from the floor itself. A hypnotic beat faded in as a mechanical clanking sound filled the room but was quickly drowned out. A hissing sound followed as the ceiling of the club opened and smoke machines that lined it went off. A metal gridwork was being lowered down but the thick fog obscured any clear vision of what was coming. Bright strobe lights started going off in quick and random succession disorienting me enough to not notice what was happening around me. In quick flashes of nearly blinding light I saw tops of heads and faces, then in the next flash I thought I saw feet and high heels, then nothing. I didn't have much time to process the visuals as I soon found out what happened to my fellow dancers. A sticky rope of some sort slid down my neck and shoulder and wrapped around my waist. I tried to scream but the sudden jerk upwards took my breath before I could release it. Through the flashes I saw the rope led into smoke, then as I got closer I saw a shape in the next flash. It looked like a mound of some kind, thinner at the part where the rope came out and very thick at the base. As I looked into the...umm..face? of the creature that had me I let out a blood curdling scream. Not that it did any good, no one could hear me over the music. The four toothed mouth of the creature flowered open and a smaller pink mouth descended out to caress the top of my scalp. Warm sticky saliva ran down my face and into my white shirt as it slurped my head inside. Stretching wide it easily took in my shoulders and slid its way down my torso with ease. I was in disbelief, what was this thing, is it alive? Is it eating me? Or is this all just part of the show? My shapely ass and thighs were slurped in like spaghetti noodles followed by my legs and feet. Once the mouth closed tightly beneath my heels, I found myself standing upright. The walls of flesh tube I had found myself in had somehow expanded out, forming a bit of a bubble I could move around in slightly. The expansion caused the walls of the creature to become slightly see-through. I reached my hands out to either side and pushed against them to stabilize myself and to try to find a way out. Bright lights began flashing into the pink cocoons as a fluid began misting down from above my head. In the flashes I saw it was a greenish color and it was coating everything, my hair, my white and now nearly completely see-through top, my stockings and feet, even the walls around me. I let out a yelp and began thrashing myself side to side, whipping my hair and face around to keep too much of the vile fluid from building up on it. It was starting to get very, very warm in here.
 
 Jess stood at the bar with our two dance partners with a drink in her hand, she plucked the pin off of her dress and tossed it too the bartender with a wink and then turned to watch the show. The guys remarked as they watched the strobes create silhouettes of beautiful bodies 'dancing' around to the beat, not knowing the fear and agony that they were truly watching. Jess was fixed on just one pod, mine, as she saw my hips move side to side and head whipping back and forth she sipped her straw and though, 'Sorry, hun.'
 
 The screams and cries from the other dancers were barely audible to me, mixing with the dull thud of the music that sounded almost like a heartbeat and completely drowned out to the patrons below. I noticed the pod was starting to shrink a bit. I pushed harder into the walls but the buildup of green fluid had made them far too slippery to keep any kind of purchase. There was a pool of the stuff now forming at the bottom of the pod, it was covering my heels and just about reached the ankle bracelet I choose, which now seemed like a cruel joke. The walls came in more and more and my hands slid up them as I tried to push them back out. Soon, my body was being pressed into by the fleshy pink walls, my legs tightly held in place as the puddle of fluid reached near the top of my knee-highs, my hands now firmly stuck above my head, my tattered shirt falling open to expose more of my stomach and chest to the compressing flesh of the beast. I thought I heard the DJ scream something about putting your hands in the air as a bit of a sick joke at our expense, I could only imagine the other girls in a similar position as I was. The beat began to fade and the pods began to move, the pink fleshy inner mouths were receding back into the larger part of the creature as the metal gridwork they were perched on lifted back up into the smoke. With loud clangs the ceiling closed and the sounds of the cheering club goers faded completely to silence and darkness. Only faint whimpers and the sounds of wet flesh kneading and flexing against soft bodies remained. Like hundreds of moist hands all over my body all at once, the muscles of the walls began groping my body. They grabbed and pushed into me, kneading the caustic fluids and enzymes that had rained down upon me throughout the show into my ever tingling skin. My skirt had sizzled mostly away, my heels were melting, my pink chastity cage popped out of my disintegrating panties. I sympathized briefly with my own member, dangling helplessly in a pink prison unable to escape no matter how hard it pressed against the sides. I was overwhelmed with sensations, terror and disbelief in my mind, the irritated tingle of my body as the walls massaged relentlessly into me, showing no mercy to my supple tender flesh. I couldn't take it, in a mixture of horror, pleasure, and humiliation, my body erupted and vibrated with a powerful orgasm. Thick ropes of my shame dripped down from my cage, down my thigh and into the mixture of acids surrounding my now burning feet and legs. My whole body began to feel like it was bursting into flames, my hands and arms had gone numb long ago do to their position, but the rest of me was agony. It didn't take long for my legs to go numb as the acids burned away my nerve endings pretty quickly. My breathing became laborious at this point and my eyes rolled back. I slipped into unconsciousness as the churning walls finished their deadly deed.
 
 
 Sunday morning the pitch darkness in the room above the nightclub was interrupted by a sliver of blue light as the side door slid open. A man in coveralls rolled a janitorial cart in and flipped the switch on the wall. The darkness was hurried away by a burst of fluorescent bulbs. The carnage that was illuminated would have shaken most to their core, but the man just sipped his coffee and slipped on a pair of gloves. Beneath each of the barnacles in the room was a small pile of undigested bones, scraps of clothing, and other valuables. The owner of the club greased the palm of a local mortuary who takes care of pulverizing the bones and mixing them into fertilizer, the scraps of cloth are incinerated, and the valuables are sold off to add a little extra to the bossmans bottom line. The cleaner was allowed to take a memento or two if he wishes. He doesn't care about wedding rings or jewels, he goes for little things like pictures and id cards found in the various clutches and purses. He knelt over the first pile and picked up a peculiar pink plastic item, it was a partially melted chastity cage. He thought, that's a new one, and pocketed it before something shiny caught his eye. He moved a few half digested bones aside and picked up the silver anklet and studied it a bit. He had a hearty chuckle at the words EAT ME on the charm, if you only knew, he thought. He pocketed this as well and went on about his work. He thought it would make a nice gift for his wife, they had been fighting a lot so he figures he'll give it to her before her girls night at the club next month.