Haunted House by Amy K.
This story contains explicit material in the following scenes:
- Magic, Teen, NC/Cons, beast, tenticale, bond
It all began on a bright and sunny day in late June, right at the end of her last semester of High School before the summer vacation. As she walked home from her last exam, Katie found actually herself feeling somewhat down at the prospect of not having school and homework to occupy her mind for two months. It had really bothered her that her parents had decided to move half way through the school year, and transplant Katie into an unfamiliar school several thousand miles away from her friends. Now she only had a handful of other girls at school to whom she could talk. Mostly, she barely knew them, though, and now faced the prospect of spending the summer mostly alone and bored.
There weren’t even any boys at her school who so much as knew her name. Which also meant, that at age fourteen, Katie was still quite and untouched virgin. It wasn’t that she was ugly. It was just that Katie was usually quite shy, so friends and boyfriends never came easily to the teenager. Infact, Katie had quite a body, being 5’2”, with long auburn hair and big beautiful blue eyes, set upon a pretty face, and a pair of small perky breasts all of which gave her a look that said “sweet and innocent”.
She wasn’t terribly athletic, though, and her somewhat pale skin gave small frame a look of fragility, that often inspired one’s maternal/paternal instincts as well as one’s lust. Katie was also very soft spoken, and never raised her voice, even when someone made her angry, which was a rare occurrence for the little adolescent. She was also kind and caring to anyone who needed help, but still, few people paid her much attention, and so Katie became quite studious. Learning everything she could, and being known as one of the more intelligent girls at her school.
But, it was these irresistible qualities that made little Katie unwittingly feel the strange compulsion to take the long way home that day. Little knowing of the unforeseen dark forces that had taken an interest in her enchanting sweetness, and irresistible aura of innocence. As she walked down an unfamiliar street, she had now idea of the destiny that awaited her, a destiny that would change Katie’s life forever…
As she wandered down the quiet, deserted street, little noticing the breeze that ruffled her dark hair, and threatened to blow up the skirt of her school uniform, a peculiar sound caught her attention.
Katie looked up from her sullen contemplation of the sidewalk, and spotted a small white kitten. It looked up at her with large, imploring green eyes, and meowed sadly as it sat before the black iron gates that surrounded a large old mansion.
Katie stopped, and smiled down at the little kitten before stooping down and holding out her hand. “Oh, hello there,” she said sweetly, as the kitten brushed against her fingers and meowed more imploringly before taking a few steps up the drive way of the mansion.
“Are you lost?” inquired Katie, standing up, and experimentally pushing against the gate, as the kitten meowed again, “Can’t you get in the house? Gee, someone must be so worried about you…”
The girl was surprised as the gate gave way and swung open enough for her to slip inside. And Katie, feeling sorry for the little creature, did so. “Hold on,” she assured it, “I’ll knock on the door for you and get them to let you back in little one.”
Once Katie had squeezed her way through the wrought iron gates, she gave the old house the once over. She could see curtains in most of the windows, an old clothesline just behind the house, and a gentle trail of smoke rising from the chimney. The lawn was going to need mowing in a day or two, and the large imposing elm tree in the front yard bore only a few leaves.
But other than that, the old gray stone mansion seemed unassuming. It was three stories tall, with a front porch that seemed to be of recent construction, and a green house had been attached to the south side of the building. There were no cars in the driveway, and no visible lights on, but Katie felt that it was worth taking the chance, for the kitten’s sake.
“Poor thing,” Katie commented, as much about the kitten as for the loneliness that the house seemed to radiate.
So she shouldered her backpack, and started up the driveway, with the little white kitten running excitedly just ahead of her. As she went, though, Katie barely noticed the dark clouds that were quickly forming over head, or the way the gentle breeze had grown cold, and was picking up speed.
But, Katie’s attention was focused on the helpless little kitten, as it stopped before the large front door, and turned back to meow pleadingly at the girl. The kitten meowed pleadingly at her, as Katie climbed up the wooden steps, and bent down to pick the cat up.
“Don’t worry,” she soothed, rubbing her face against the kitten’s soft white fur affectionately, “it’s okay, I’ll get you back in.”
The kitten went limp in her arms, and purred loudly as Katie rang the doorbell. Inside the house she heard the dull buzzing sound, but no other signs of life. She politely waited several moments, as the cold wind caused goosebumps to rise along the soft skin of her bare legs as he skirt was blown up scandalously high.
Katie tried once more as the kitten meowed again, but still no one came to the door. “I’m sorry, kitty,” apologized Katie, giving the kitten a gentle hug, “but there doesn’t seem to be anyone home.”
The kitten gave her another imploring look with its sad green eyes, meowing pitifully, and pawing ineffectually at the heavy wooden door. “Oh, alright, then,” conceded Katie, and took hold of the door knob, “I’ll try.”
To her surprise, the door pushed easily open. “Oh!” she exclaimed, feeling a little startled, “Well, I guess you’re in luck, little one.”
Katie put the kitten down and pushed the door open enough for it to pass through. “There you go,” Katie replied, smiling at the kitten as it took several steps inside, before turning back to the girl, “You’re home now.”
Katie waved good bye and stood up straight, but the kitten meowed sadly once again. “What is it now?” the girl inquired as the cat looked at her insistently.
“Oh, now I don’t know about that…” Katie commented skeptically, as the sound of falling rain against the porch’s tin roof caught her attention.
“Oh, dear!” she exclaimed, turning around to face the pouring rain, “Now how ever am I going to get home?!”
Behind her, the kitten meowed again, and Katie shrugged. “I guess you’re right then, kitty,” she replied, turning back and opening the door completely before stepping over the threshold as the wind blew rain against her back. “Hello? Anyone home?” she inquired.
But, as the young teenager stepped into the house, the heavy oak door slammed shut behind her. “Eeek!” she exclaimed, jumping with fright before calming down and turning to face the door, “Oh, it must have been the wind…”
Cautiously she turned back to face the kitten, but found it missing. “Kitty!” she called, but there was no response except for the sound of the howling wind just outside the door. Katie sighed heavily, and took in her surroundings. She stood in a spacious front foyer, done in a very Victorian style, with a wide, winding staircase, carpeted with a thick red carpet, and bordered by a dark wooden banister. The floor on which she stood was made of white marble, and an impressive glass chandelier hung far above staircase.
Katie shivered, as she looked around nervously, not any evidence of any life in the still, quiet mansion. “This is too weird,” she commented, “But I guess that I’m stuck here until the rain stops.”
She looked beside the door, found an old carved wooden chair, and took a seat. Katie sat in silence, as the dark gloom closed in around her, and felt quite unnerved as the only sounds she could here were the rain, her breathing, and almost her own nervous heartbeat.
But then the near silence and gloom was shattered by a loud crash of thunder, and the blinding light of the lightning. Katie jumped in her seat, and threw her hand against the wall, desperately searching for a light switch.
Much to her surprise, the girl found one, and within seconds, the chandelier was giving off a dim, eerie warm glow. “That’s better!” the frightened teenager exclaimed, hugging herself against the chill as she attempted to wait out the storm…
Two hours later, after finishing off the novel she had brought with her in her backpack, Katie decided that it might be okay to explore her surroundings a bit more. Especially considering the fact that the owners of the house had apparently left it abandoned for quite sometime, and the fact that the storm outside gave no sign of letting up.
Fortunately, the first room she encountered, after going through the archway to her left, was a huge library/study. Katie tried the light-switch, that was just inside the room, and stood in awe at the hundreds of leather bound books she found. The shelves they were placed upon seemed to almost reach the second floor, and many books were only accessible via an old wooden ladder on wheals.
The floor of the almost perfectly circular room was made wood, but in the very center, there was thick plush carpeting with two overstuffed couches, a low oak coffee table and two desks with old library style lamps set upon them. Katie sighed, shaking her head as she entered the huge room, silently wishing that she had such a room.
The girl walked to the very center of the room, and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of dust and old books, just as a crash of thunder sounded outside. But this time she did not jump, she could almost feel the old tombs calling out to her, drawing her to them by pulling at the adolescent girl’s thirst for knowledge.
Katie soon gave in, though, and walked boldly over to the endless row of books. She pulled a random book off the shelf, and walked back to one of the couches. The girl carefully sat down, finding the old sofa to be reasonably comfortable, and carefully examined the ancient volume.
It was similar to most of the old books, bound in hardback leather, but this book seemed different somehow. More compelling. Katie tired to read the title, but found her knowledge of Latin to be far too limited to make much sense of the words, and the arcane symbol etched in gold just beneath it was a mystery as well.
“Oh well,” she commented to herself, “so long as the owner doesn’t mind…” Katie opened the book to a random location, and was instantly shocked and horrified by what she saw. “Ew!” she exclaimed, her young, innocent mind reeling from the picture she found, “That’s just gross!”
The picture depicted on the page was hand drawn, but looked remarkably real, almost as if a picture with a modern camera and added in when the book was made. It depicted a very young girl, no more than thirteen years old, her wrists, and ankles bound in such a way as to leave the poor adolescent spread- eagled. The ropes that held her were in turn tied to two trees, leaving the poor helpless girl a foot off the ground and quite vundrable. The disturbing thing, though, was that there was an impossibly long earthworm, which seemed to have crawled out form the ground beneath her, and trying to burrow its way into the teenager’s pussy. Also, judging by the look of horror, and revulsion on her young pretty face, the girl was not enjoying the process.
Katie immediately dropped the book onto the table and glanced around guiltily as the sound echoed loudly throughout the mostly empty mansion. She shivered as a cold chill went through her, and decided to put some distance between her and the lewd book.
Katie left the room and headed up the winding staircase towards the upper levels, deciding to continue her exploration before returning to the library. “That picture was just TOO real!” she muttered, shivering as the draft from a partially open window blew at her skirt…
After another half an hour of careful exploration, Katie confirmed her suspicion that the house was quite unoccupied, and had been for quite some time. The strange thing was, though, that the electricity in most of the rooms still worked, as did the water in the three bathrooms. Infact, there was still quite a bit of furniture left, that was strangely free of dust. But the one thing that Katie did not find, though, was a phone with which to call her parents.
“I guess it’s not too bad here,” she commented entering the master bedroom on the third floor, and walking over to the window to watch the storm, “It could be much worse here, I suppose…”
Katie gave a worried look as the rain pounded against the window, as if it were trying to get in a her, and noticed something quite distressing. The little teenager squinted her eyes, and pressed as close to the window as she could, but still, Katie couldn’t see past the front gates of the house through the raging storm. She sighed heavily, and resigned herself to staying a lot longer, turning to see what treasures the room had to show her.
The room was lavishly decorated with candles upon silver candlesticks, ancient portraits of Victorian design, and a simply huge solid oak wardrobe against one wall. In the corner sat a queen sized four poster canopy bed, a standing full length mirror, and a dozen or so other little things that catered to the needs of a nineteenth century woman with money.
Katie smiled, feeling suitably impressed by her surroundings, and feeling tempted to try out the numerous personal effects left by the previous owner, but at the same time, feeling almost guilty, as though she were intruding.
But still, she was the occupant, and it was unlikely that anyone was going to show up before the storm passed, so Katie decided to make the best of it. She carefully moved the silky curtain that partially concealed the bed out of her way, and carefully sat down.
“Actually,” mused Katie, bouncing lightly on the old feather filled mattress, “It’s not so bad here… Oh!”
She looked down at the nightstand and noticed something she hadn’t previously. It was a small leather bound book, similar to the ones from the library, but with an old locking mechanism on it. Katie cautiously reached for it, and picking it up, noticed that the lock had long since become too corroded to be of any use.
Katie opened the book somewhat pensively, half expecting another scene form the book downstairs, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it merely the diary of mansion’s previous owner. Julia Brooks.
Katie swung her legs up onto the bed, and propped herself up against several of the ample pillows before settling in to read. “I sure hope that Ms. Brooks doesn’t mind!” she giggled, feeling just a little bit naughty for reading someone else’s diary, even if that person had died long before she was even born…
The diary was hand written in an easy to read style of hand writing, with careful attention to proper spelling and grammar, showing that the author was quite learned and paid attention to detail.
It seemed to be the third volume of a set, detailing Julia Brooks’ life. The book that Katie held was the book concerning her adult life, and started with the death of her parents, shortly after her eighteenth birthday. They had died while horseback riding on her Aunt Beatrice’s farm. Apparently, the two horses were suddenly spooked by something unknown, and they were both thrown to the ground before being trampled to death by the two fleeing horses.
The police thought it suspicious, seeing as most horses avoided trampling their riders, but it was deemed an accident, seeing as no proof of actual fowl play could be found. Only one police investigator continued the investigation after the fact, but he died late one night when snooping around the farm. He was found laying on the ground, his gun in his hand, his eyes staring blankly forward in utter horror, and his hair completely white. The coroner claimed that the officer died of a massive heart attack, but everyone knew that he’s died of fright…
However, after the death of her parents, Julia inherited their entire fortune, including the mansion in which she had lived since childhood. And under her Aunt Beatrice’s tutelage, Julia learned how to hold on to her estate, casting off many foolish suitors who only desired her for her wealth.
After some time, there came threats against her person if she did not marry and advocate her fortune to her husband. Feeling a little rattled, Julia purchased two large guard dogs. A Doberman which named Jonathan, after her Father, and a German shepherd which she named Maximillian, after her late Uncle.
Strangely, a month after the mysterious and threatening letters started arriving, one every two or three days or so, the perpetrator turned himself into the police. He was barely sane when he did so. All that he could do was babble incoherently about the “shadows” coming to get him. He was locked away in an asylum and never heard from again…
Julia’s diary went on for a while longer, describing a failed love affair with a German ambassador, and a few other small romances that Julia had while traveling Europe one year. But on her 23rd birthday, her aging Aunt Beatrice approached Julia. The woman began teaching her more than just affairs of state. She began teaching Julia how to out right manipulate men with her sexuality. At first Julia was shocked, but soon grew to enjoy the promise of power over men, and after a year of further tutelage, Beatrice informed Julia of her darkest secret…
Beatrice, it seemed, was quite adept at the mystic arts, and wanted to pass the knowledge on to Julia before she passed on. Intrigued, Julia agreed to stay on and learn more, soon finding that the sorcery that her Aunt practiced was known as “Tantric Magic”, which apparently would work well with Julia’s previous training.
Her Aunt was quite mysterious about the whole matter for quite sometime, only giving Julia small bits of tantalizing knowledge, before revealing her ultimate goal. Beatrice, and her Grandmother before her, had sought the cure for her own mortality. They had wanted to live forever, but each successive generation made only a little more progress than the previous, so Beatrice required an heir to continue her work.
“Don’t let our lives be in vein, little one…” her Aunt had said, “Take up the torch upon my death, and do all you can…”
But, by this time, Katie was growing wary. So, after crawling out of bed, Katie went over to the huge wardrobe and pulled open the wooden door. She gasped to herself, awed by the spectacular array of almost perfectly preserved vintage clothing, before reaching in and sorting through it like a little girl in a candy story.
“This is like a museum!” commented Katie, pulling out an old, flimsy nightgown that was about her size, and holding it against herself, “I’ll have to remember to call my parents in the morning, but for now it should be fun to pay dress up for a little while.”
Katie smiled down at the old silky nightgown and walked over to the full- length mirror with it. “I hope it fits,” she commented, carefully placing the garment on a chair before disrobing.
As she unbuttoned the skirt of her school uniform, letting it fall to floor and collect around her ankles, Katie felt a little self-conscious. She glanced at the mirror before her, and blushed, as she couldn’t help noticing how cute she looked, only wearing her white blouse and panties. Katie smiled demurely, staring down at her feet, trying to ignore the slight tingle from her pussy, as she undid her tie, and began unbuttoning her blouse.
But as the girl let it fall off her shoulders, Katie suddenly felt a deep sense of insecurity, as though someone was watching her. In response, Katie turned around suddenly, her arms covering her small breasts, in hopes of catching sight of who or what was watching her. She found the room exactly as it had been before, devoid of all other life, yet, the thought of someone watching her undress did cause the little teenager’s nipples to harden.
“Must be the storm making me nervous,” Katie commented, turning to pick up the nightgown once again before pulling it over her head, and finding the garment to be a perfect fit.
“It’s like it was made for me…” the girl said to herself, as she looked at herself in the mirror from several different perspectives, and blushing at the way the almost translucent fabric clung to her young body in just the right ways, “Oh, well. Off to bed I guess…”
That accomplished, the little teenager yawned and walked over to the dresser, where she lit a candle before shutting off the light. Katie then crawled back into bed, this time taking advantage of the thick blankets and picked up Julia’s diary once again, once she’d placed the candle on the nightstand…
The book went on, describing in vague terms Julia’s tutelage in the mystic arts, and how she put her new found knowledge to good use. She had several “flings” with several important men, and women, in high places, using her tantric magics to control and manipulate them.
Katie was then shocked to discover two things; the first was that tantric basically equated to “sex magic”, allowing Julia to affect the lives of those she bedded. The second astonishing and shocking fact was that Julia’s confession that her preferred lovers were all females between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. Julia also eluded to the fact that each little girl she was with brought her and her Aunt another step closer to immortality. But, alas, her Aunt Beatrice died at the age of eighty-nine, shortly after Julia’s twenty seventh birthday…
At that point, Katie yawned, and put the book down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. She sighed contentedly as the warm blankets kept out the chill that somehow seeped in through the closed window, and snuggled in under them as the sounds of the storm lulled her to sleep…
Katie was drawn from her dreamless sleep sometime later by the sensation of something touching her. In her state of drowsiness, Katie didn’t quite notice that it was the blanket moving down to the foot of bed, as the sheets somehow rearranged themselves. After a few minutes they stopped, and Katie, disregarding it as a dream, fell back asleep.
But several moments later, little was jarred awake by the sudden shaking of the bed. The teenager opened her eyes and looked around, feeling terribly startled, as she realized that the bed was moving by itself, shaking violently, and banging its wooden legs against the floor.
“What the-?” Katie exclaimed, moving to sit up, and finding herself tied to the bed by the sheets. Infact, both her wrists and ankles had somehow become securely bound to the four tall bed posts, and that no matter how much she struggled, the little adolescent was trapped.
“This has to be a dream! It can’t be real!” she exclaimed, her pulse racing with fear as the bed shook and jumped, moving partially away form the wall as it moved. Almost as though something beneath it were trapped and trying to break free.
Soon, frightened tears streamed down Katie’s pretty face as she cried out in panic, hoping desperately that someone would here her screams. But then, the crashing and banging abruptly stopped, leaving Katie time to catch her breath.
“Please!” she sobbed, her pretty blue eyes full of tears, “Let this be just a dream!”
Then, as if in answer, Katie suddenly caught sight of movement. Looking around, the young teenager’s eyes went wide with fright at what saw. From all around her, and presumably form underneath the bed, several long, black, serpentine tentacles loomed over Katie.
“AH! No!” she screamed, shaking her head in denial, and struggling against her binds as the tentacles stared down at her with great interest, “This CAN’T be real! Please! Some body! Any body! Help meee!!!”
But little Katie’s cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears, as the ends of the long black tentacles began to alter themselves. One became thin, flat, and razor sharp, gleaming menacingly down at the little bound fourteen-year-old. Three others became thinner, their ends opening up until they resembled long hoses or tubes, each dribbling a near constant supply of white sticky goo.
“Ow! No!” pleaded Katie as some of the ooze dribbled onto her tender young thighs as she kicked her young little legs, and she found the viscous liquid to be quite hot, yet not to the point of scalding her soft flesh.
Finally, though, the remaining two tentacles morphed only slightly, their ends thickening and widening until they resembled impossibly long, thick, black penises. Katie’s eyes went wide with fright when she saw this, immediately speculating as to her fate, and not liking her hypothesis at all.
“Noooo!” the girl screamed helplessly as the bladed tentacle swooped down towards her throat, only to veer off at the last possible second, and cut a long line down through the fabric of her nightgown.
The garment was then pushed and pulled open by the other tentacles, leaving little trails of hot, sticky white goo across the adolescent’s body and revealing her small bra and panties exposed.
“No! Please don’t!” Katie cried as the bladed tentacle struck again, halving her bra with a quick slice between the small twin A-cups.
It then withdrew for a moment, almost seeming to watch as the little teenager’s struggling caused her bra to fall open, revealing Katie’s sweet, young perky little tits to come free. Her little pink nipples hardening against the cool dry air in the room, as outside the storm became louder with more and more crashes of thunder and bursts of lightning.
After a moment of struggling against her binds and staring helplessly up at the watching tentacles, Katie relaxed a little, and ceased her thrashing about. “What do you want from me..?” she asked, with tears rolling down her face.
As if in answer, the bladed tentacle swooped down again, and made short work of her panties, revealing Katie’s nearly hairless virgin pussy for all to see. But then, ten more tentacles rose up from all around the bed and descended upon the girl.
“Nooo!” she screamed as the slimy, black tentacles began wrapping themselves around her.
The first two rubbed against her sensitive inner thighs, smearing their cool, slime across her pale skin before wrapping around them, and squeezing firmly. The next two each secured an ankle, wrapping themselves around three times and pulling in opposite directions, as if trying to spread Katie’s legs as much as possible.
Katie could only watch helplessly as two more bound her wrists, just above where the bed sheets were tied, while two others rubbed against her little tits, before wrapping themselves part way around the small mounds of flesh, and forcing Katie’s nipples to stick straight out.
“Ow! Stop!” cried the teenager, “You’re hurting me!”
But it was to no avail, as the last two new tentacles took their places. One sliming its way over Katie’s stomach, encircling a portion of her torso, and lifting her body just off the mattress, while the other wrapped around her neck, stopping her from shaking her head around quite so much. Then, to finish its work, the bladed tentacle cut away the bed sheets from Katie’s wrists and ankles before retreating back under the bed.
“Ah! What are you doing?!” she cried helplessly, as the three tubular tentacles slowly descended upon her. The first two each covering one of Katie’s little pink nipples, and the third running between Katie’s labia teasingly before taking hold of her little untouched clit. The three then as one clamped down hard upon the three sensitive areas and began sucking hard against them, causing Katie to scream once again.
“Nooo! Ah! It hurts!” she cried helplessly as the three little maws cruelly constricted, squeezing her nipples and clit painfully as they sucked. Still, though, they somehow managed to drool their hot sticky fluid out form around their maws, sending their white goo running in little rivulets down and over Katie’s painfully squeezed breasts as well as down between her pussy lips, and over her tight little asshole.
“OH! Oh no!” Katie gasped as her young little legs where suddenly violently forced as far apart as they could go, and were then bent at the knees, “Please! Make it stop! Someone! Please… Help me!!!”
But the fourteen-year-old could only look on in horror as the two fat ended tentacles came down to have their fun. The larger, fatter one touched her first. Its thick head pushing against the opening of her tight little teenaged pussy, as the smaller on wedged itself between her firmly clenched ass cheeks and began to push hard against Katie’s tight little asshole.
“Noooo!” was all she could desperately scream as both tentacles began pushing against her, determined to violate both aspects of her virginity, “They’re too big! They won’t fit!!!”
But, as though to prove the little teen wrong, the smaller tentacle somehow managed to force its way painfully into Katie’s tight asshole, lubricating its way by suddenly squirting something hot and slimy up inside of her.
They then seemed to pause, as Katie thrashed about, desperately trying to dislodge the tentacle from her asshole, and hoping to dissuade the other from violating her completely. “I won’t let you…!” she stated loudly, tears streaming down her pretty face as the pain in her ass began to subside, and the tentacle that had claimed it began to squirm and wriggle inside of her as it began fucking her unceasingly.
“Oh! No! Stop!” she gasped, her eyes going wide, as she tried to deny the pangs of pleasure it began sending through her body, “That’s not right..!”
Finally, though, as the tentacle in her ass wedged itself deeper and deeper into her with every stroke, its twin began to push harder against Katie’s pussy lips. She gritted her teeth and gasped as she felt her body begin to give in.
“NO!” she pleaded, trying to tense up her muscles as much as possible against the inevitable, “Please! Not there! Anywhere but there! You can’t! I’m still a virgin!!!”
But it was to no avail, as the tentacles on her nipples and clit each twisted to right in unison. Causing Katie to cry out as she arched her back, the tentacle shot out its own load of hot sticky ooze in order to lubricate its way into Katie’s tight teenaged pussy. Slowly, and methodically it applied pressure against her, until Katie shrieked as the thick head slipped passed her labia and pressed painfully up against her hymen.
As it progressed, Katie squirmed and thrashed about even harder than before, forcing the tentacles holding her to take a firmer grip, and inadvertently giving the final violating tentacle to chance to steal her precious virginity. Katie screamed loudly, closing her eyes and shaking her head in denial as the thick, undulating tentacle pushed its way deeper, painfully breaking Katie’s hymen, and at last taking from her what it wanted.
Once inside of the little fourteen-year-old, the tentacle expanded slightly, filling Katie’s pussy to its up most limit, and stretching the tight walls farther apart to accommodate the tentacle’s mass. As it happened, though, the one in Katie’s little asshole followed suit, and expanded as it wriggled, and pumped in and out of her in time with the other tentacle that was lodged in her tight pussy.
“Ohhh…” Katie moaned defeatedly, as both tentacles thrusted their way in and out of her young body, harder and harder with each passing moment, “I’ll do anything! Anything! Just please… Stop..!”
As if in answer, the tentacles that held Katie in place, lifted her high off the mattress, and flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees a foot or so off the bed. They then lowered her as the other tentacles stretched out longer to accommodate the change, as Katie’s nipples and clit began becoming numb from the constant suction.
“No… No more…” she sobbed, shaking her head and inadvertently glancing to one side where the full-length mirror stood across form her, catching a glimpse of herself in its reflection. What Katie saw, though, made her scream…
Instead of seeing herself reflected in the mirror being horribly violated by some twisted monster from under the bed, Katie saw something far worse. Her reflection stood, completely naked, as though she was standing before the mirror, watching the scene with intense interest. There was a cruel look in the eyes of Katie’s reflection, as they mirrored an obvious enjoyment of the scene. Her face had upon it a cruel, condescending smile as her right hand fondled her breast, and her left shoving three of her dainty fingers deep inside of her own pussy while manipulating her clit with her thumb. There was also a look of intense satisfaction on her lovely face, as Katie’s cruel reflection sadistically watching with utter delight as she was brutally raped on her hands and knees by the nightmarish tentacles.
“Noooo!” Katie cried out in denial, turning away and closing eyes, not noticing the new tentacle that rose up from under the bed and oriented on her, “This can’t be happening… It HAS to be a dream… I-Oh! Mmf!”
The tentacle that loomed before her face, pushed itself against Katie’s lips, smearing them with more clear liquid, and causing her to move her head out of the so she could spit out the awful taste.
“Ugh! Its gross!” she complained, moving her head up to avoid the tentacle’s second attempt at entering her mouth, “Take it away! Please!”
Undaunted, the long black tentacle, who’s end had widened so that it resembled a huge black cock, drew up like a snake, and spit the same hot white goo that the others had filled Katie with into the girl’s hair. She cried out as the viscous fluid began running down between her eyes, over her cute little nose, and down to her not so waiting lips, causing her to gag at the flavor.
“No! I refuse!” she shrieked, as the tentacle came across tits before hitting cheek in an attempt it enter Katie’s small young mouth, “It tastes disgusting! Please don’t make me do this..!”
But the tentacle paid no heed, and pursued Katie’s mouth for several minutes as the others fucked, and sucked her sweet little body, soon covering her pretty face with both of the sticky oozes it was capable of producing until Katie found herself quite exhausted by the repeated abuse.
Finally, after trying to counter Katie’s defensive movements for so long, the tentacle pushed its end against the teenager’s soft young lips, and into her hot adolescent mouth. Katie sobbed mournfully as the cool, gooey surface of the phallic tentacle pushed its way into her mouth, past her lips and teeth. Her tears had long since run out, and she found herself mostly resigned to complete violation by the cruel tentacles, as the latest one began thrusting in and out of her mouth as it expanded.
Katie panicked as it grew, trying desperately to spit out, and get its awful taste out of her mouth, but only succeeded in causing herself to drool the tentacle’s ooze out of her mouth and over her chin. Her gag reflex also gave it the opportunity to force its way to the back of her throat, where it repeatedly caused Katie almost choke on it.
Soon, Katie found it easier just to suck on it, drawing the constant flow of icky fluid down her throat where she could barely taste it. She also found that sucking, twisting, and pulling at her nipples and clit wasn’t as bad as it had been before, as though the tentacles where easing up on her a little, but Katie quickly reasoned that her body was just going numb. Even the tentacles in her pussy and asshole weren’t half as painful as they had been. Infact, Katie had remind herself that this was being done against her will, as a peculiar tingling began filling her.
“Mmmph!” she groaned, relaxing completely so that the tentacles had to literally hold her up, and glanced back at the mirror.
Her reflection was still masturbating, but had picked up the pace. She had a look that said she was very close to a quite vulgarly induced orgasm. The reflection seemed to laugh noiselessly at Katie as clear liquid ran from between her little fingers, and down her shaking legs to puddle at her feet.
Katie shook her head, trying to deny the image, and hold onto the belief that this was a dream. Eventhough it all felt so real. She now hung limply in the air, no longer struggling and supported by the grasping tentacles that now seemed to be pulsing with some kind of internal undulation.
Katie gave the tentacle in her mouth a curious look, trying to discern what was about happen, when it unexpectantly pulled free of her grasping mouth and erupted with a blast of even more hot white goo, covering the little girl’s face almost completely. The ooze quickly slid down, though, making its way down over the tentacle that was around her neck, and covering her chest with its wet stickiness.
“Oh! I-! Ugh…” Katie gasped, sucking in as much air as she could, and hoping that the torment would soon end.
Shortly after, ALL the other tentacles began shooting off great gobs of white sticky goo, filling her asshole and pussy with the sticky, viscous fluid to the point of overflowing down Katie’s legs. As well as covering the vast majority of her nimble young teenaged body in hot white tentacle cum, that dripped and oozed off of her.
“Oh…! This is so gross!” was Katie’s last exclamation, as she tried to deny the orgasm that the experience wrought, her body convulsing almost painfully for several moments before she passed out from exhaustion…
Katie awoke with a start, sitting up and panting heavily as she broke out into a cold sweat. The unnerved girl glanced around the dark room nervously, holding her arms across her chest defensively as she got her bearings.
“Oh, good!” she panted, glancing down and seeing that she still wore the nightgown, and that the blankets had barely moved, “It WAS just a dream..!”
Katie relaxed somewhat, and noticed a peculiar wetness between her legs. She moved the blanket out of the way and sighed heavily. “I guess my period came early this month,” she replied a little forlornly, “I hope the water isn’t polluted or anything here…” Katie shook her head and got to her feet, grabbing Julia’s diary before making her way to the master bedroom’s private bathroom. She staggered a little as she flicked on the light switch, feeling a bit of a dull ache in her pussy as she made her way to the bathtub. “Definitely my period…” she muttered as drew her bath, and began to disrobe, “I’ll have to change the sheets before I leave I guess.”
Katie hung the nightgown on a convenient hook, and undid her bra before venturing to pull her panties down. “Ah!” she gasped, as her sensitive pussy reacted painfully to having the undergarment removed so swiftly. “I must have been playing with myself in my sleep,” remarked Katie, realizing that her panties had been pushed up inside of her slightly, and that her labia were swollen and sensitive, “That might explain the dream…”
The girl reached over and shut off the tap as she noticed the tub was nearing the full mark. “They don’t make these like they used to,” she commented, noticing the fact that the tub was actually sitting on the floor upon four short stubby legs with little clawed feet as opposed to being bolted into the floor and nearest wall. And that it was considerably more spacious than Katie was used to.
“Ah! Ow..!” she exclaimed as she stepped carefully into the warm water and immersed her aching pussy, “Oh… That’s better!” Katie smiled contentedly as she stretched out in the comfortably shaped tub and picked up Julia’s diary…
The story continued by going into great detail into Julia’s descent into depravity. It explained how Julia’s taste for young girls became quite an obsession, and how she would lure them into her mansion under false pretenses and either seduce them, or simply “take” them. Julia would then force or coheres them into performing almost impossible sexual acts that would drain them of most of their will. Then, they would become her temporary slaves which she would have perform for her amusement, as well as further Julia’s attempts at immortality. Apparently, when certain rituals were observed, Julia was able to somehow steal some kind of psychic resonance from her victims when she took their virginity, and was able to continue the process until the girls had no inhibitions remaining, and therefore no more “innocence” to steal.
Eventually, Julia had collected enough sexual psychic resonance, or simply sexual energy as she called it, to attempt to cast the spell that would grant immortality. But, not being completely foolish, Julia decided to try the spell out on her two dogs first.
Unfortunately, though, the spell only half worked. The two dogs did infact gain immortality, but at a price. It seemed that they now needed to feed from the same sexual energy that had helped to create them. Furthermore, they had been converted from physical beings into creatures of almost pure thought. They were now comprised of little more that focused sexual energy, wrapped around a consciousness.
Julia, though, who had just had her thirtieth birthday, decided that their condition was better than growing old and dying. She made preparations to cast the same spell upon herself, and making sure that her current stable of young girls were all very sweet and innocent, Julia made her final entry into her diary. Promising that if it were possible, she would continue her research, and hopefully one day, find a worthy heir.
But, no further entries followed, leading Katie to think that perhaps Julia had killed herself in some strange mystic rite, believing that she would find immortality. But in reality, all that happened was that she was forgotten, only vaguely remembered by whatever family member had chosen to make her mansion some kind of shrine to her memory…
As Katie read, she bent her little legs at the knees and sank farther under the water, enjoying the soothing effect. But the little teenager failed to notice the subtle movements of the water, as something stirred. Her innocent blue eyes were shielded from the truth by Julia’s diary, and so she failed to notice the long black tentacle as it rose up out of the water.
The tentacle’s end bulged slightly for a moment, before opening into a large reptilian eye, which immediately focused on Katie. It looked the girl up and down, seemingly appreciative of the view from between Katie’s legs, before diving under the water.
A second later it jabbed and thrusted its way past Katie’s labia, until it was firmly lodged deep inside Katie’s teenaged pussy. “AHHH!” she screamed, the sudden violent penetration catching her off guard, and causing her to toss the book across the room, “No! Please! Not again!”
Katie wriggled as she reached down to grab the tentacle, only to find that her small hands were unable to get a firm grip on its slimy surface. And as Katie struggled to dislodge the pulsating tentacle that was savagely violating her young pussy, it began pushing up against her, forcing the girl to her feet to avoid deeper penetration.
“OW!” she cried as it forced her up against the wall as it began sliding in and out of her tight cunt, until Katie fell forward, and landed bent over the rim of the tub, supporting herself on her hands and feet, “No! Please, no more..!”
From her precarious position, Katie was able to look up at large mirror over the sink and watch herself as the tentacle took advantage of the situation, jabbing harder and farther into her sore pussy with each violent thrust. Katie stared up at her reflection with almost morbid fascination as the black tentacle raped her. For several seconds she was unable to speak, only pant loudly, and move her body back and forth in time with the tentacle’s fucking, until suddenly, a sinister grin crossed her reflection’s face.
“NOOOO!” cried Katie, crawling forward, and half falling out of the tub with the long phallic tentacle still shoved deep inside her fourteen-year-old pussy, “This can’t be happening!”
Katie quickly began scrambling forward, the tentacle gaining length as she crawled across the bathroom floor, dripping water over her clothes. Finally, though, as Katie reached the open door, the tentacle began pulling back, sucking against the inner walls of Katie’s pussy as she clung onto the sides of doorway. She gritted her teeth, as tears streamed down her face, pulling back ands trying to force the thrusting tentacle to pry loose from her abused little pussy. “Oh! Ah! Owww!” she shrieked as it began to give way, and Katie could feel shooting load after load of hot tentacle cum deep inside of her as a parting gift, before it broke free of her tight tunnel with a loud “pop!” and a spray of hot stick juices.
“Ah! This is so gross!” she cried, crawling quickly across the floor, and into the bed room as the tentacle shot another hot load across Katie’s smooth round ass.
“Oh! It’s so hot!” she screamed, as the sticky goo ran down over her young legs and between her firm ass cheeks before puddling just inside her fourteen year old asshole, as more of it drooled from her freshly fucked cunt.
Katie squealed girlishly, as she scrambled to her feet, clutching her pussy and ass protectively before running off into the dark hallway without thinking. She looked around for more tentacles, but found none, and so paused to catch her breath. “I have to get out of here..!” the girl panted, leaning forwards with her hands on her knees, panting and gasping for breath as she tried to calm her nerves.
But, as she stood there, watching the bedroom for signs of tentacle movement, Katie didn’t see the dark shadow was looming up behind her. And as she stood up, to bravely go back for her school uniform, the being behind her grabbed the little teenager, bending back to lift her off the floor.
“Hey! OW! Stop! It hurts!” Katie cried out hoarsely, her throat becoming raw with so much yelling and screaming, as her breasts were suddenly grabbed, and her nipples were squeezed between the fingers of her new captor.
Glancing down, Katie saw a pair of jet-black hands grasping her small breasts, as well as feeling something hard, cold and clammy pushing between her little ass cheeks and pressing against her tight little asshole.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, as she felt hot breath against her ear, and her little pink nipples her twisted and pulled, “No! Please, just stop! I’ll do anything! I promise!”
“Oh really, Katie?” whispered a familiar voice in her ear with a bit of a chuckle, “Well then, we’ll just have to see about that, now won’t we?”
The girl glanced over her shoulder, and to her shock, and horror, saw an exact duplicate of herself, only it was comprised completely of a pitch black substance with an cool, almost clammy feeling to its skin. The only colour it bore were its blood red eyes that glowed from the darkness sinisterly. The other noticeable differences, though, were the little claws on the ends of her fingers, not to mention the hard shaft that wedged between the adolescent’s ass cheeks, on the verge of sodomizing poor little Katie.
“Ah!” the teenager gasped in surprise, “Who-?! Or what, are you?!”
The shadow Katie smiled cruelly, chuckling at the real Katie’s little exclamation as she shoved the phallic object a single inch into the girl’s tight asshole. “Who do you think I am?!” the shadow demanded, drawing its shadow cock out half an inch as Katie tried not to cry out, “I’m a being of pure sexual energy… I am the realization of your darkest desires, little one… I AM Julia!”
Katie’s pretty blue eyes went wide as she screamed, feeling Julia shove her shadow dick five painful inches into her little, inexperienced asshole all at once. “Now move! Down the stairs!” ordered Julia, grinning with satisfaction at Katie’s little yelp of protest when the phallic object was pulled back two inches, “Or this goes ALL the way in… ALL at once!”
“I-! Uh! Okay…” stammered Katie, feeling horribly frightened, and almost unable to stand properly with Julia’s shadow dick so firmly lodged in her tight little asshole.
The teenager then did the best she should to comply, slowly shuffling towards the dark stairs, while outside several crashes of thunder and lightning hit in rapid succession, more or less lighting her way. All the while, Julia shuffled along just behind her, grabbing roughly at Katie’s tits, and painfully pinching her little pink nipples. While making sure to shove her shadow phallus in another quarter inch with each step, each time soliciting a little yelp or sob from the frightened teenager.
Finally, though, when they had at last reached the hard marble floor of the first level of the mansion, Julia maneuvered Katie back into the library. Once the girl was in about the center of the circular room, her little feet upon the plush white carpeting, Julia threw little Katie down on her hands on hands and knees.
The girl cried out in surprise, feeling the long black shaft slide quickly free of her grasping little asshole. “Ow!” she exclaimed, as the impact with the hard wood floor beneath the carpet sent sparks of pain up through her knees.
Katie then gave her head a shake, and opened her eyes. “Oh no!” she cried, averting her gaze from the book that lied open before her on the oak coffee table. It was the same vulgar book that she had found when she first arrived. The picture of the little thirteen-year-old girl being vaginally raped by an over sized earth worm once again staring up at Katie.
“Nooo!” pleaded Katie, crying once again as she shook her head from side to side in denial, “No more! Not again! Noooo!”
Katie then tried to scramble to her feet, but found that the plush carpeting had reached out somehow with its long white strands and bound her wrists and ankles when she wasn’t paying attention. The girl pulled back on her arms as hard as she could, but to no avail, she was once again, bound in place.
From somewhere behind her, Julia was chuckling to herself as the sound of small scurrying feet entered from the foyer. “Wha-? What are you doing?!” Katie exclaimed in a sudden panic, and glanced fearfully over her shoulder, as she struggled to get free.
“You’ll see, little girl!” laughed Julia, “When I’m through with you, you’ll be a cock hungry cunt! Just like me…”
“NO!” denied Katie, shaking her head again, “I’ll never be like you! You’re… You’re sick!”
There was a moment’s pause, before the sound of a loud slap filled the air, and Katie shrieked as her little ass was struck hard by Julia’s merciless hand. “Owww!” the girl cried, glancing inadvertently at the book again. This time, though, the picture had changed slightly… It seemed to move, as though Katie was watching a movie instead of just looking at a picture. The worm that was penetrating the young girl seemed to be wriggling inside of her while she struggled and squirmed against her bonds.
“Oh no! Not THAT!” she pleaded.
“Oh! Please!” laughed Julia’s mocking tone, “That was years ago! I’ve had lots of time to think of all sorts of perverse and depraved things to this time. I have some something much more interesting planned for you, my naughty little slut!”
With that, Julia whacked Katie’s adolescent ass once again, leaving a large red welt on her right cheek. “OW! Stop! It hurts!” the young teenager whined, as Julia began mercilessly, and repeatedly slapping Katie’s sore ass, again and again until the girl began screaming and crying.
After several long moments, Julia ceased her assault, and stood back to admire the redness of Katie’s normally alabaster behind. She then made a sinisterly happy noise as the sound of ragged rasping breathing came closer.
“What’s that?!” demanded Katie in surprise as something cold and wet was placed against her swollen cunt lips. “You’ll see!” chuckled Julia a little breathlessly, obviously beginning to masturbate.
The cold wet thing was then replaced by something long, warm, and wet. It nimbly plunged itself deep inside of Katie, causing the girl to giggle as the long thin object explored around inside the warm wetness of her pussy.
“Ah! No! That tickles!” the fourteen-year-old squealed, as a pleasant tingling her pussy.
The sensation continued for quite some time, as the girl’s pussy juices were expertly scooped out, and presumably devoured. Soon, the object was even licking her still tight asshole clean of tentacle cum, and Katie could barely contain her perverse excitement as it flicked across her inner thighs and finally her hardened little clit.
“Does it feel good, little girl?” inquired Julia with a hint of amusement to go along with her satisfied smirk, “Does it feel good to have your cunt licked?”
“I… Uh-! No…” Katie panted, biting her lower lip and desperately trying to deny the glorious feeling of slowly building orgasm, “Please… Make it stop…”
“Ya right!” laughed Julia, “This is just about to get interesting!”
But before Katie could protest further, her sweet, young little adolescent body was wracked by her ver y first orgasm ever. Katie gasped, trying not to cry out as her whole body quivered, and she felt a great pressure release inside of her.
“I-! I-! Ohhhh! Yesssss!!!” the teenager squealed was her tight little pussy filled with hot wet juices, only to be almost in instantly emptied by the probing object that had brought on the sensual spasm.
Finally, though, as Katie was left panting, stuck on her hands and knees with her cut little ass in the air, unable to collapse as she gasped for breath, she felt something rather odd. The teenager was grabbed around the waist by a pair of thin, but very strong, hairy arms. She could also feel two warm blunt objects poking and prodding at her ravaged asshole and pussy at the same time.
“Hey-! Ow! W hat are you doing to me now?!” the girl exclaimed, and looked over her shoulder. What she saw made her cry in dismay and revulsion.
“Nooo…” Katie whined, no longer shocked to find a large black dog with glowing green eyes attempting to mount her. “I’m not doing anything,” chuckled Julia, seemingly amused at Katie’s dismay, “Jonathan, on the other hand… Is going to fuck your pretty little brains out until he blows his hot, sticky, doggy load deep inside of you little girl!”
“Ohhh…” came Katie’s pleading response, “Please… I’ll do whatever you want… Just please don’t make me do this…”
“Oh! It’s only fair,” explained Julia, as the Doberman pincher growled as Katie tried to squirm away, “He gave you a little orgasm with his talented tongue, now you have to pleasure him!”
The dog then thrusted forward and poor little Katie then realized that the dog actually had two dicks. Which, when combined with the fact that it was comprised of the same solid shadow that Julia was, was really quite plausible. So, she gritted her teeth, and closed her eyes tightly, trying unsuccessfully as both phalluses forced their way into her abused little holes. The dog seemed almost aroused by the girl’s sudden shrieking yelp as it penetrated her, and began pumping in and out of both of Katie’s holes at once with increasing speed.
“Owww! Their too big! Make it stop!” The fourteen-year-old screamed, as the relentless thrusting caused painful friction within both her tight little holes at the same time.
But the sudden dryness of Katie’s little cunt did nothing to dissuade Jonathan the Doberman’s idea that the little teenager was his own personal fuck toy. “What’s the matter, Katie, dear?” inquired Julia sarcastically, as she fingered herself with four fingers, obviously getting off on watch her dog fuck Katie, “Don’t you like it? This IS what you’ve always wanted isn’t it? To be wanted? To be needed? To be desired..? To get FUCKED?!”
“NOOOO!!!” Katie cried as the dog pushed his twin shafts as far as they go into the girl in one hard thrust, before pulling back out half way, and shoving them back in even farther, “Not like this…”
Julia merely smiled as the Doberman fucked the little girl for all she was worth. His two long hard cocks shoving and pushing their way deeper and deeper inside of Katie’s body with every new thrust. In response the girl screamed and cried, trying desperately to run away, but finding the carpet still holding her quite firmly in place as her pussy and asshole were stretched painfully wider and wider. But then, the Jonathan’s body tensed up suddenly. His panting and growling suddenly becoming a long grunting whine as his twin cocks suddenly expanded to twice their width, and felt as though they were two burning hot metal shafts pounding in and out of her. The dog was about to cum…
“Ohhhh!!! Nooooo!!!” pleaded Katie, knowing what was about to happen, and dreading the consequences, “Please! Make him take them out! I don’t want more of that disgusting stuff inside of meeee!!!”
“Oh, but you do!” taunted Julia as the dog’s remorseless rapid thrusting became several slow, well timed jabs, “Deep down, you’re just like ME!”
Katie gasped loudly as the dog grunted and howled as his twin cocks blew their mutual loads deep inside of her. The girl began crying again as she felt the intensely hot, sticky gobs of dog jism shoot simultaneously from both cocks, filling both her cunt and asshole to the limit, until it began oozing out around the sides of the shafts, and running viscously down her tired legs. Jonathan then began picking up speed yet again, his cocks making lewd squishing noises as his own cum lubricated his unrelenting thrusting in and out of Katie’s exhausted little body. Thus causing large sticky clumps of dog cum mixed with what little pussy juices the teenaged girl’s pussy had provided, to drip down from his shaft and land on the floor.
As the blob hit the thick white carpet, a glowing white light shined up from the floor. Katie closed her eyes tightly as the light expanded all around her, unwilling to face what new horror that Julia had chosen to throw at her.
“Open your eyes, cunt!” ordered Julia, suddenly pulling Katie’s hair painfully, “I can’t have you passing out on me!”
“Owww!” shrieked Katie, opening her eyes as she felt the floor go from plush carpeting to cold white marble.
As the brilliant white glare faded, Katie gulped at the sight of her shadowy double. Julia now stood before the girl, her legs spread wide apart, bringing Katie face to face with her own sweet little pussy. She then noticed that the carpet and furniture had somehow disappeared, leaving only the round row of bookshelves, the hard wood floor stopping where the carpet had started. The same marble floor as that in front foyer now replaced the carpet, except that it was carved into a perfect circle. Just within the boundaries of the marble circle, was
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