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You thought it would be fun. You thought it would be kinky. You thought it would be an evening where you could watch your friends get eaten and you could walk away. What you didn’t think, was just how hungry she could get on a night like tonight.

The evening was to be simple. You and three friends had come to a Vore Club, them with intent on watching people being eaten, you with intent on feeding them to the Club Owner that everyone knew wouldn’t pass up an easy meal. It started off just as planned, walking into the club with the music bumping, people around you dancing like they just didn’t have a care in the world. On the right, was a couple making out, on the left was another couple being eaten by one stud of a shark. You were tempted to try and feed your friends to him, but you wanted the ultimate show. You had seen her in action before, and the thought of those smooth blue and white curves stretching out as your friends struggled for freedom was something that moved you onwards, continuing to guide the group through the crowd.

The back door had always been open for guests during nights like this, welcoming anyone who thought they could sate the hungry of the voracious mimic that lurked in the back rooms. Many entered, few ever walked back out that same night, with those others coming back days later. It was an excitement that passed through all the visitors of the club, should you walk into that open door and entice her with what you had to offer. Tonight though, that door was closed, and a sign hung from it with a simple phrase. “Beware.” But you thought it was a joke. You continued to lead your friends through that door, entering the cave of the beast.

Darkness surrounded you all, the only break in it coming from a slight flickering of a light down the hallway that occasionally lit up the corridor. The four of you gingerly made your way along, hands held against the wall, moving forwards mostly by feel rather than by sight. Silence surrounded you all, only broken by the soft breathing coming from everyone. Some were faster than others, the fear of not being able to see anything taking over. You remained calm though. Why would you be afraid? You’ve seen people come back from nights with this gal, your friends will be fine. You can feed her, and be on your way. Continuing from the back, you nudge at your friends, pushing them to continue along the wall, until one of them whispers back.

“I think this is her room.”

It was the first room that you came across, and it would stand to reason that it would be the head office, but the lack of visibility made it difficult to tell as her door didn’t really have a sign.

“Well, go inside and take a look.” You urge your friend on, trying to get this party started. If this was her room, then letting them in one by one would be best. You quickly bring out your phone, turning on the flashlight so you can see. If you’re letting them get fed to this mimic, then you at least want to see them get devoured. Your friend gets a similar idea, pulling out their phone to shine some light on the situation. Gingerly, they open the door, pushing it with a small groan coming from the hinges as they slink around the edge. You see their flashlight disappear into the room for only a moment, before they come back out.

“I don’t think she’s here. Maybe we should head back out.” Their voice sounded nervous, fear creeping into them as they stood at the entrance. You shake your head vigorously, you came too far to just turn back now. With encouragement from the rest of the group, they turn back around and enter the room. One by one, your friends disappear through the door. You stay back just a bit, in case something happened to be there that hadn’t made itself visible yet. You want to see every moment of your friends getting eaten if you can. The four of you now have your flashlights on, continuing to illuminate what little in front of you that you could. No one has made a sound, as each try to scan across the room, trying to find something, anything, hell even a light switch would do. But nothing comes up. It takes several minutes before a voice even speaks.

“Hey, I think we should……….” Silence, their sentence ended with a squeak before being cut off abruptly. The light from their phone disappeared. The remaining two begin shaking violently as fear begins to take hold over more of the group.

“Where did they go?!” A hushed whisper breaks the silence once again, only to be met with the confused stares and flashes of phones. You swear that you can now hear something else, something muffled that almost sounded like screaming, with the soft pulsating squelch breaking that voice. It echoed in the back of your ear, but being so quiet it was soon pushed out of your head as the three of you continued to discuss the situation.

“Maybe they just tripped on something. Let’s see if we……..” A second flashlight goes out, the phone clattering on the floor and a second voice is silenced. You and one friend remain, and your friend is terrified. Their light jitters from side to side as they shake in fear. Your only realm of comfort is that you think you’ve deduced what is happening here. You remain calm, well, as calm as one can be when teetering on what could be the potential end of their life.

“That’s it! I’m out of here!” There was no whispering this time, your friend was in full panic mode, and you saw them bolt towards the door. They almost made it, before SPLAT! All you could see was them stumbling forwards and their phone leaving their hand. But there was something new, something much more audible than before. A firm sliding sound coming from just beneath you. Quickly, you shine your light down to see something thick, long, and very blue sliding past you. As you stare in awe, you see what happened to your last friend. They had been coiled up, wrapped tightly in a ball of muscular tail, one that had coiled them so tightly that even their mouth was covered, muffling them so much you couldn’t hear anything, but the terrified look on their face was enough to let you know what they’d be doing if they could speak. They were gone in a flash, and now that noise you heard earlier came back in earnest. It was a firm squelching noise, one that was repetitive and steady, happening almost every second, like a heartbeat rapidly pumping. But it was something new that made you start to worry just a tad. The smell. The smell of this room hadn’t needed to be noticed, but with three friends gone, you could smell past their cologne and get a whiff of that ravenous hunger, that pure lust that everyone experiences when walking into this room. It was enough to tell you that you weren’t alone.

“So, you’re the last mulchmeat of this group. Guess you’ll have to do. Hope you said your goodbyes before you came in here, cause this will be the last night of your life.” The voice came from what sounded to be close, and now, it was your turn to be afraid. Your heart skips a beat, as you now realize that you are most certainly on the menu. What you thought would be a three and done meal for the owner, ended up being a three plus dessert instead. You can’t explain it, but some instinct tells you to duck, and as you do, something whooshes past your head before pulling back. As it does, you feel a thick liquid droll down on top of your head. Now would be a good time to run.

You bolt from the room, thankfully not being too far from the door that you duck through, flashlight held firmly in hand as you make your way out.

“The Exit!” You quickly think, turning fast towards the door you dismissed earlier, only to find that it was locked! Frantically, you try to jostle the handle, but it was to no avail. You know you can’t knock on the door because with the club at full capacity, you wouldn’t be heard. You turn, hoping that heading deeper into the back rooms might lead to a back exit to this place. As you pass by the door, you get the instinctual feeling to duck, and good thing, as something splats against the wall to your right, showering you once again in that gooey fluid. But you escaped again, and now you’re running, your heart racing as you hear one final warning.

“That’s it, run my little la preda. Soon you’ll be nothing more than mulch, just like your friends.”

You run deeper and deeper into the club, flashlight turning from side to side as you frantically try to find some way to escape. But everything seems to be locked, and each corridor you turn down only leads to more doors for you to hopelessly try and open. One after another you fail, as the heavy footsteps of your pursuer pad their way closer to you with each passing moment. It’s at this moment, you probably regret this decision. Something seems off about her, if this is the mimic that you’ve seen before. And while you’d like to do some research on the topic, you’ve got more doors to try and open.

Nope. Fail. Try again. Locked. Each and every one continues to deny you, and as you run around, you can feel your legs beginning to strain as you push your muscles further past their limits. You begin to slow down, panting heavily as your strength begins to fail you.

“Dove vai, spuntino?”

How did she get behind you so quickly?! You didn’t even hear her coming! The sudden scare was enough to put some pep in your step though, taking off down yet another corridor to try again for freedom. Or, you would if you hadn’t reached the end. Frantically turning down the corner, you stop suddenly, as all that greets you is a blank wall. No door, no handles, nothing for you to try. You frantically look around, maybe you missed something, maybe you…….”

Slosh…….Slosh…….Slosh

You freeze, the smell that had emanated from her room earlier now surrounded you, almost like a thick mist that curls around you like a serpent. Those soft plops of her feet sound so close to you, that you can almost feel her breath on the back of your neck. You dare not turn around. Maybe your mind is pulling a trick on you to keep you going, maybe it’s just…….

“I’ve enjoyed the chase, my little melma di palla. But I think you and I know that there’s nowhere to run now.”

You give in to the urge to turn, your flashlight shining upwards as you gaze upon your pursuer. It certainly was the mimic owner, but she looked ravenous. Her fangs flared out, her lips curled into what could only be described as a growl, saliva drooling down onto her chest. Her hands were full, one stuffed greedily into her left nipple, gaping her breast so wildly that milk poured freely over her digits, leaving a river of nectar behind her. Her other hand joined in creating that river, as it had a grip on that thick spire of a cock, stretching that urethra open to let the source of the smell drool down. Her potent, thick, tar-like cum. Just above her shoulder, lies what struck out at you, her tail maw. Drooling heavily, the thick drops of tail slime almost echo through the dark corridor, that inner maw clenching at you, desperate to wrap around you and swallow you whole. She steps closer, and you step back, one by one, edging yourself away from the ravenous mimic until you hit a wall, literally. Grunting, you feel the cool concrete behind you, keeping you pinned in the ever tightening space between you and the mimic. Your attention is brought down to those massive cum tanks between her legs, and you see exactly what happened to your friends. Several bulges stretch out the leathery orbs, pushing and squirming around as you can hear the muffled cries of your friends inside begging for freedom. That’s when you hear a grunt coming from above, as the leather sack tightens around your friends, squeezing them firmly, silencing their movements in an instant as they are forced together by the enclosed space. You can hear one of them calling out, begging to be let free, only for the tightness to cut off her mouth, leaving it vacuum sealed in the smooth flesh that encapsulated them. One of them coughed, gagging as if something was forced down their throats before the tightness silenced them as well. You could only stare, as your friends were being mulched before your eyes, only for their prison to relax around them. Groans pierced through that fleshy surface as they were given a moment of reprieve.

“Mmmmmm. You wanted this, didn’t you piccolo. You wanted to watch as your friends were mulched mercilessly by my fucking cum cauldrons until they melted away into nothing but thick mimic nut sauce. Didn’t you?” Her voice was sharp, almost as if each word stabbed through you like a knife. She had you read like a book. All your wants and desires just pulled out and spat back at you. “Well, you get to listen to them die.” The hand that was wrapped around her cock grabbed you by the head and forced you against that swollen sack. She pushed firmly, your face smushed nose first into the leathery flesh as it began to surround you, cutting off your hearing as your head sank into a new crevice in her sack. All you could hear was your friends, and the gurgling of the boiling ball boilers that they were trapped in.

Gersh! Gersh! Gersh!

Cum sloshed violently around them, tossing them around like they were laundry in a washing machine. Some of them groaned, some of them seemed to notice his indent, almost as if they could see his face pressing into those fleshy orbs and he was a sign of freedom. But they never made it to you. You could hear the mimics muscles flexing, as those balls began to clench over, and over again. Your face was pushed in so deep that you could feel it around your head, that power that the mimic held over all of you with just a clench of her groin. You could even smell it, that potent aroma that not only poured from her loins, but also drooled over your face thanks to her hand smearing cum on you, marking you with its essence.Then you felt your friends.

They were thrown into you over and over again as she relentlessly clenched them, and you could feel with each contact that they were getting softer. Even their cries seemed to get gargled, as if liquid was forcing its way into their throats every moment. Soon, those cries would vanish, and the only sound that you could hear from those taut boilers was the bubbling of the nectar inside of that sack, the nectar that used to be your friends. You sit there, kneeling before the goddess of death in front of you, heart racing, breath quickening, as you know what’s about to happen. She just digested your friends, you’re next on the menu. As if hearing your thoughts again, she tugged you forcefully back, growling down at you with those sharp eyes of hers.

“Now, it’s your turn.” You try to scream out, but your words are cut short as that gaping cock tip latches onto your face and consumes your head in one gulp. You do manage to open your mouth again, but every time you try to speak, you are gagged by thick wads of cum forced into your lips. You cough the first time, quivering at the thought that this might be one of your friends, their remains being fed to you like some sort of lewd but cruel nectar. You feel her hands over your body, grabbing at your arms and tucking them to your sides, as she stuffs you further into her cock. You don’t even have time to try and squirm away, not that you could even put up a fight against someone so strong, and so hungry. You can hear the squelching from before, but now it comes from all around you, as those cock muscles gulp you down, pulling you further and further in that hungry serpent. It’s only a matter of moments, before your legs disappear, and you can feel her gulping cock muscles moving from your head to your toes, tugging you deeper inside, pulling you down until SPLASH!

You make contact with the ground floor, plunging into a thick swamp-like pool of that potent tar. Somehow, you managed to hold onto your phone for the whole trip, and quickly you try to flash it around to see if you could find an exit. What you do find though, stops you cold. Floating on the surface, was clothes, clothes that belonged to your friends. Strangely, it hit home now that you were truly done for, your life was to end here. But wait! You had seen people come back from this before! You’d seen people walk out days later looking no worse for wear! Surely you’d come back at some point! As your phone flickers off, sealing you in pure darkness, this small crumb of comfort allows you to relax, sinking below the surface to let the cum take you, joining your friends in their gooey abyss.

What you didn’t know was that those people didn't visit Feroso during her time of the year. For one week, her hunger becomes uncontrollable, turning her almost feral in nature. That once jovial attitude, the one that loves to tease her prey, turns violent, relishing in the feeling of melting down prey one by one until her nuts are so full that she can’t even move. That’s what you didn’t know. That when you walked in that door, you sealed your fate. No one would ever see you again. No one would even remember that you walked in. For no one comes out when the mimic goes to hunt.