She awoke with a start, and then sighed with relief as she realized it had just been a nightmare. But what a nightmare! She shivered. Then she realized she could still feel Danny’s penis lodged in her anus, and she smiled to herself. But then she opened her eyes wide, and stared at the clock on her bedside table. It was almost eight o’clock!
“Quick Danny!” she whispered urgently. “Mom will be coming in here at any moment to wake me up.”
“Hmm?” he murmured sleepily. Then it dawned on him what she had just said. “Oh shit!” He withdrew himself slowly from her anus, but this felt so good that his penis began to harden again. “Oh God,” he said, as he slid himself up to the hilt again. “Sorry Laura, but this feels so good…”
“It’s okay darling,” said Laura, trying not to panic. They could get caught … but this felt so good…
It did not take long for Danny to come inside her rectum again, and he pulled out as quickly as he dared. Laura winced, but then sighed with relief as he popped out of her. She could not help feeling a little disappointed when she could no longer feel his cock holding her anus open, but then she was intrigued to discover that her anus had stayed open a little. Over the course of the next minute, it gradually closed again, but by that time Danny had kissed her on the cheek and slipped away back to his own room.
Pulling back the sheets, Laura discovered that her brother’s green slime had made quite a mess. She sighed at the memories of making love with Danny yesterday, then she got out of bed and carefully made it. She would wash the messy sheets later.
Her mother walked in. “Oh my goodness! Sorry!” she said.
“Mom!” exclaimed Laura, whirling around and covering her naked breasts and pussy with her hands.
“Sorry!” said her mother again, and she hurriedly backed out of the room.
Unsettled, Laura looked for something to wear. Her eyes lit upon the dresses she had got from Mr. Howell’s store the day before, and she contemplated wearing one of them to church. Would she get away with it?
With a sense of great excitement and adventure, Laura put on the white dress. It was not really all that short, after all – not indecently so at any rate. She also put on a pair of string-fronted panties, and then she sat down to brush her hair and put on a little make-up.
Ten minutes later, she trotted downstairs to breakfast. Danny was not there, but her parents were. They goggled at her new dress. “What on Earth is that?” asked her father incredulously. He did not sound angry – just shocked and surprised.
“Danny bought it for me,” she said. “What do you think?”
“It’s…” began her mother.
“It’s slutty!” said her father bluntly.
“Right,” said Laura, nodding. “That’s what I would have said. But Danny pointed out to me yesterday that I judge too much by appearances. I tend to look at a girl in a dress like this, and I think, ‘what a slut!’ But don’t you see that’s wrong? Danny explained it to me, and I realized he was right … it’s not the dress that makes a girl a slut – it’s how she acts in it. If she canoodles with lots of boys, and sleeps around and stuff … then yes she’s a slut. But can you really call me a slut, just because I’m wearing this dress?”
“Well no dear, of course not,” said her mother. “But that’s because we know you. We know you’re a nice girl. But what will other people think when they see you wearing that?”
“If they want to jump to conclusions,” said Laura, “then that’s their issue, not mine. Perhaps I can teach some people not to judge by appearances.”
Her father snorted. “Good luck with that,” he said. “Fine – if you want to wear that dress to church, then wear it. But I think you may be upset by people’s reactions.”
“You’re really going to let her wear that dress to church?” inquired Mrs. Moss.
Mr. Moss shrugged. “It’s her funeral.”
“Laura dear, won’t you reconsider?” cajoled her mother. “You look so pretty in those nice long dresses of yours.”
“Thanks Mom, but my mind’s made up,” said Laura. She went over to the cereal cupboard, opened it, and bent down so she could retrieve her Cheerios. Immediately she heard a shocked gasp from her mother, and a “Good Lord!” from her father. She grinned to herself as she grabbed her cereal and stood up again. When she turned around, her father had his head buried in the newspaper, and her mother was studying the wallpaper on the opposite side of the room.
Upstairs, Danny was checking his email. There was one new item – it was from a school friend named Cris. When he opened it up, he read the following:
Hey Danny, I thought you ought to see this. Josh has mailed it to practically everyone. School on Monday ain’t going to be pleasant, bro. Thought you should have a heads-up.
Below were three links. Danny clicked on the first, and a web page opened up containing about thirty thumbnailed photos. His eyes widened as he thought he recognized Laura’s face. He clicked on the first, and sure enough, there was a photo of Laura, naked on a bed with her legs spread. This, he realized, was the photo session that he had been witness to the day before.
The second link led to a page on a different web site, where there were hundreds of photos of Laura getting fucked by various different boys, in various orifices. In a few of the photos she was being fucked in her cunt and anus simultaneously, and in one of those she had a third penis in her mouth. Danny found the photos extremely erotic, and he took his growing erection out of his pajama bottoms and began stroking it.
The third link led to a web page with half a dozen videos of Laura being fucked. One of them was quite lengthy, and showed her being fucked by Josh, while another boy tried, and eventually succeeded, to get his penis into her anus. Both boys fucked her for about a minute until Josh came, whereupon he pulled out and his place was taken by a boy Danny did not know.
Danny came into a tissue while watching this video. Then he noticed a link which said ‘Next’, and he clicked it. Page 2 turned out to be even more erotic than the first, with one video showing Laura having a cucumber pushed into her anus while a banana was sticking out of her cunt. Another video showed her sobbing with pain as bulldog clips were applied to her nipples and labia. At the bottom of the page was another ‘Next’ link. In all, Danny found seven pages, each with six videos. He saved all the videos and pictures to disk, and got dressed.
Downstairs, he was pleased to see Laura wearing one of her new dresses. “Morning Laura,” he said. “Morning Mom, morning Dad.”
“Good morning Danny,” said his father. “My, you look smart – I don’t remember the last time I saw you in a tie.”
“I thought it appropriate,” said Danny. “Doesn’t Laura look nice today?”
“She looks underdressed,” said their mother.
“Mom, she’s finally coming out of her shell and I think that’s a good thing. That dress isn’t any skimpier than what most of her contemporaries are wearing these days. I personally think she looks great, and I’ll be proud to stand next to her in church.”
Laura gave him a look of gratitude, and he smiled warmly back.
“I suppose it’s just that it’s so unlike you,” said Mrs. Moss. “But I suppose I wore similar things when I was young. I remember when my legs looked that good in a minidress.”
“So do I,” said Mr. Moss, and a faraway look came into his eyes.
“Mum, I’m sure you’d still look good in a minidress,” said Laura.
But Mrs. Moss shook her head. “Oh no,” she said. “Three kids, twenty years, and thirty extra pounds have been very unkind to my figure – and my legs haven’t come off very well.”
“Nonsense,” said her husband with a snort. “Your legs are perfectly lovely.”
“Thank you, but you’re biased,” said Mrs. Moss, swatting his arm. But she smiled at the compliment.
Sam and Erin were having breakfast at their local Wendy’s. Both were wearing picoskirts – the outrageously skimpy pleated skirts that they had bought from Mr. Howell. Sam’s did not sit very well on her, unfortunately, as she was now hugely pregnant and looked ready to give birth at any moment. Both women, since they were going to church, were wearing freshly washed white incontinence panties, which could pass at first glance for normal panties. Their tops were skimpy, and slightly see-through, with see-through bras beneath. Their nipples were faintly visible, and their highly nervous waiter was sporting a rather impressive bulge in the front of his trousers.
“What do you think you’re going to give birth to?” asked Erin.
“I have no idea,” said Sam. “But it’s going to happen soon – today probably.”
“I do hope Trudy can be useful to us today,” said Erin. “I mean, the gateway doesn’t seem to be active at the moment, but we could use some help in other areas. Your poo, for example…”
“Yes,” sighed Sam. “I love pooping so much, and so often, but I have to admit that it’s totally out of control. If this trend continues, I’ll soon be pooping constantly, twenty-four seven. And that’s not going to make life very easy.”
“No,” agreed Erin. “I think perhaps the time has come to stop enjoying our predicaments and start trying to fix them. Going to see Trudy today will be a step in the right direction.” She paused to squirm slightly in her seat. “Sorry,” she said, “the roaches seem to be having a party inside me.”
Sam smiled. “Yes, mine were being very busy a moment ago.” She sighed. “I think we’ve pretty much had our last shower now. This morning’s was a bit of a fiasco.”
Erin nodded. Before this morning’s shower, there had been ankle-deep diarrhea on the floor of the bathroom, and it even extended for a couple of feet out into the hallway. Now, it was more than a foot deep in the bathroom, and it had spread into both the living room and the bedroom. They had run it for an hour and a half before it finally started producing water instead of poo, and it had gone back to producing poo just four minutes later – not enough time for either of them to get properly clean, and so both had still been under it when the water turned to diarrhea again. In the end they had had to wash themselves with water from the kitchen sink.
Sam put down her coffee cup. “Well, time to head out,” she said. “Church is at ten thirty – we’ve got half an hour to get there.”
Erin nodded, and called their waiter over to ask for the check. Five minutes later they were in Erin’s car and heading across town to the church where Erin’s parents were regular worshippers. When they arrived, they were a little late, and quietly took their seats in a pew at the back. The minister, Trudy Sharp, entered to the accompaniment of a rather inexpert organist, and gasps rose from the small congregation. Sam and Erin stared at her, then looked at each other questioningly.
Trudy Sharp was wearing, it seemed, little more than her dog collar. A second glance showed that this was not quite true – in fact she was wearing long robes that came down to the floor. The problem was that the robes were almost transparent, and revealed very clearly that Trudy was not wearing any underwear. Moreover, her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of a cross.
“O Lord, open thou our lips,” she said, spreading her arms.
“And our mouths shall show forth thy praise,” said a few members of the congregation. But most had been rendered speechless.
Trudy stood still at the front of the church for a few moments, assessing everyone’s reactions. Then she said, “I guess you all need to hear an explanation for my attire before we proceed. And that is understandable. Well, the subject of today’s sermon is temptation, and I have a very clear point to make on the subject. So although you may be tempted to watch me instead of thinking pristine thoughts and talking to God, you should attempt to ignore my clothing. All will be made clear in the sermon. Very well. Let us proceed. We begin with hymn number 437.”
Near the front of the church, Danny and Laura were staring in astonishment at Trudy, as were their parents. However, they began singing the hymn along with everyone else, and for a while the service proceeded through the Liturgy in the conventional manner. During the first prayer, while everybody’s heads were bowed, Danny took the opportunity to slip his hand up Laura’s dress and into her panties, where he played with her clitoris for a minute or two.
After the second hymn, and the reading from the gospel, the congregation sat down to listen to Trudy’s sermon. All eyes were on Trudy, all minds intensely curious as to what she would say. Up in the pulpit the nearly-nude minister gripped the sides of the small lectern in front of her, cleared her throat, and began to speak.
“Temptation,” she said, “is all around us. Whether it is the new gadget that you feel you really must have, or the donut that seems to call you when you are hungry in the middle of the morning, or the young man or woman to whom you feel drawn, even though you are already in a relationship … temptation is everywhere. How well you can control it depends largely on how close to God you are. Now, I am looking for two temptresses to help me make my point. Sam and Erin – are you here?”
Sam and Erin both gasped and their eyes widened. Rather tentatively, Sam raised her hand.
“Please come up here to the front, both of you,” said Trudy.
Nervously, Sam and Erin arose from their pew, and walked awkwardly down the aisle, Sam waddling somewhat on account of her hugely bulging belly. Murmurs and exclamations of shock followed them as they passed the fuller pews towards the front. As they drew level with the pulpit, they turned around to face the congregation. Both of them clasped their hands over their exposed panties, but their nipples were unconcealed.
“These two women,” said Trudy, “are exhibitionists. They enjoy, as you can see, showing off their bodies. Perhaps some of the men in here are aroused – perhaps some are fighting their arousal – perhaps some are simply disgusted. Well let me tell you that those are all very human reactions. They are none of them godly. The reaction all of you men must strive to attain is one of tolerant indifference. That is what I want you to take from here today. When you see a woman walking down the street, dressed like Sam or Erin here, you should be neither aroused nor disgusted. Neither embarrassed nor angry. Neither pleased nor displeased. What you see is living, breathing temptation, but you should react to it the same way as you would to a donut that you know you should not have. You do not get angry at the donut – you simply pass it by, and put it out of your thoughts.
“And the same applies, of course, to the women here – if a nice-looking young man pays you undue attention, be politely indifferent. Temptation is all in the mind – once you can control it, you are well on the way to a more godly state of being. Heaven awaits those who can pass by a tempting morsel without lust and without a debate of conscience. So I want all the men here to look at Sam and Erin, and feel nothing but friendship towards fellow members of our congregation. Were they naked, you should do no more than wish them a good day, shake their hand perhaps, and smile in a natural, non-lecherous manner. Your gaze should remain on their face, and if your casual glance happens to take in parts of their body which usually are covered up, it should not linger.
“How well do you all measure up to this standard? When I walked in here this morning, the reactions I noticed were mostly those of surprise rather than disgust. I must say I find that very encouraging. I believe this congregation is on the right track. For the remainder of this service I shall remain dressed as I am, and I would encourage all of you in the congregation to remove your clothing. If the person next to you is naked, what of it? Today you will not be tempted!” Then she turned and looked down at Sam and Erin. “Thank you, ladies,” she said. “You may return to your seats.”
Somewhat bemused, Sam and Erin walked back down the aisle. Some eyes followed them, but startlingly there were no stares of annoyance or disgust. A few people even smiled warmly at them as they passed. “This is weird,” said Sam to Erin as they sat down. “I think Trudy may have been affected too.” Erin nodded.
The service continued, and after the eucharistic prayers it was time for communion. Sam and Erin were the last to walk all the way up to the altar rail, and so most people in the church were back in their seats by the time the two women found themselves kneeling on the red carpet in front of the rail, with the backs of their panties mostly exposed to the congregation.
At that moment Sam gasped. “Oh no!” she whispered.
“You’re going into labour?” inquired Erin quietly.
“No – poo!” said Sam, and her anus was forced open by a thick pole of poo, which started sliding out of her rectum at the rapid rate of nearly twelve inches per second. Exclamations of surprise and alarm arose from the seated churchgoers, but Trudy, who was offering a communion wafer to Erin, did not at first notice anything amiss.
Erin, too, was feeling very full, and although she thought she might just make it through the service without accident, she did not want her friend to suffer this embarrassment alone. So she let her anus relax, and within seconds her own poo was rushing out into her panties.
“Oh God, this feels so good,” muttered Sam, and she reached down to stroke her clitoris through her panties. In thirty seconds, her bulging panties were rivaling her bulging belly in size, and sagging down almost to her horizontal calves.
Erin’s bulge, meanwhile, was just passing cantaloupe size, and it was still growing. The sensation of poo rushing through her anus was delicious, and she too began to masturbate with one hand, even as she accepted communion wine from Trudy’s helper with the other.
“What is this?” demanded a middle-aged man in the congregation, jumping to his feet. “What’s going on? Is this some point about temptation? Because I don’t get it, and I don’t like it!”
Trudy now noticed Sam’s massively bulging panties. “Oh my goodness!” she exclaimed. “No, this is nothing to do with the service – I think Sam may be unwell.”
Then, with a brief ripping sound, Sam’s over-stretched panties burst. Their entire contents – over two cubic feet of poo – was unceremoniously dumped on to the backs of her calves, and spilled out on to the floor. Erin gasped and took Sam’s hand – Sam, for her part, looked stricken with fear and embarrassment. Erin’s own bulge was now the size of a watermelon, but her flow was stopping and her panties were holding the load.
Looking very shame-faced, Sam got to her feet and began to walk back down the aisle. The back of her panties was hanging away from her poo-covered buttocks, and poo was smeared all the way down the backs of her legs. The journey back to their seats would have been traumatic enough just like this … but before they had got halfway there, Sam gave another gasp and sank to her knees. “It’s coming!” she exclaimed.
“Is there a doctor in the house?” demanded Erin, as Sam lay back on the carpet and started panting heavily. She took hold of Sam’s panties, peeled off the waistband and leg bands, then she pulled the panties down Sam’s legs and over her feet. Sam spread her legs wide, and started to push.
“I’m a doctor,” said a woman in her thirties, coming to squat between Sam’s legs. Dozens of faces began to crowd around, peering down at Sam from pews on either side. “My name’s Margaret Lizotte.”
“Nice to meet you,” said Erin. “What do you need?”
“Plenty of warm water and soap, to begin with,” said Margaret. “We have to clean away all this fecal matter – it will cause a nightmare of infection otherwise.”
“Too late!” groaned Sam, and she bore down with all her strength.
Her vagina was dilated to three inches already, and now it expanded to five, her skin stretched almost to the point of tearing. But the object forcing its way out of her did not look much like a baby’s head – it was black, knobbly and shiny.
“What the hell is that?” demanded Dr Lizotte.
The object started emerging at a steady rate, like a long black bumpy sausage, five inches thick. As it emerged, it began to break apart into lots of little shiny black balls, each one an inch in diameter and slightly squishy. Murmurs of consternation arose from the gathered spectators, and those murmurs turned to shrieks as the black balls began to hatch, and from the soft shells sprang inch-long bugs which started hopping about with great speed. Dr Lizotte herself screamed as several leapt on to her and scuttled inside her clothing.
Mrs. Moss was one of the first panicked churchgoers to reach the front door of the church. But she found it shut, and in front of it stood an impossibly handsome young man with blond hair. He smiled at her with perfect, beautifully white teeth. “Hello Allie,” he said in a silky baritone voice.
Her husband had just caught up with her. Danny and Laura were with him. “We’ll try the back door!” he said, staring nervously at the blond-haired man. “Come on!”
But the hopping bugs had caught up with them, and soon Mr. and Mrs. Moss were frantically but ineffectually batting at their clothing. Laura and Danny backed away fearfully, but the bugs did not seem interested in either of them.
For a few minutes all was chaos. But then all the running and screaming wound down, and stopped, and the exhausted churchgoers sank into their pews. Trudy now attempted to take control of the situation. “The service is over,” she said. “Please make your way in an orderly manner towards the exit. I’ll see you all next week.”
The front door was now open, and the blond-haired man was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Moss rounded up his family. “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “I think we’ve had quite enough excitement for one day.”
As they walked out of the church towards their car, Mrs. Moss turned to Laura. “Have I told you how pretty you look today?” she inquired. “That’s such a lovely dress.”
“Thanks Mom!” said Laura in surprise.
“Indeed it is,” said Mr. Moss, nodding in agreement. “Those long dresses you usually wear don’t do you justice. Perhaps you should consider wearing minidresses like that more often.”
Laura was stunned beyond words. But she managed an “Okay Dad”, and then she added, “I have a new dress which is even shorter than this one.”
“That sounds nice, dear,” said Mrs. Moss, smiling at her daughter. “Maybe you could model it for us when we get home.”
“A fashion show!” said Mr. Moss, sounding pleased with the idea. “I’ll get the video camera out.”
Danny and Laura exchanged puzzled glances, then they shrugged and got into the back of the car.
Back in the church, Erin was helping Sam to her feet. “Well,” panted Sam, rubbing at her sore vagina. “So much for the plague that will infect all humanity. Where did all those things go? I was kind of expecting something more … apocalyptic.”
“I don’t know,” said Erin, “but I suspect the effects will take a while to show. In the meantime, let’s get you home. Perhaps the gateway will have completely closed up now that its mission is accomplished.”
“Let’s hope so,” said Sam.
The two women left the church, completely failing to notice what was going on next to the altar rail. Trudy Sharp was on her back, lying in the midst of Sam’s poo, and on top of her was the handsome blond-haired man. As he thrust his huge penis in and out of the minister’s cunt, he whispered instructions into her ear. Trudy, gasping with ecstasy, could only nod her acquiescence. She had a mission now – a mission to expand her congregation and teach them how to behave in the days to come. Today was just the beginning…
“Well, that was an … unusual service,” said Mr Moss in the car on the way home.
“Yes it was,” agreed his wife. “I have never thought of dealing with temptation by means of tolerant indifference, but it makes a lot of sense to me.”
“And to me,” said Mr Moss. “But I was referring to what happened later.”
“Oh – Sam and Erin going to the toilet in their underwear you mean?”
“And those bugs that Sam gave birth to. Most strange.”
“Yes, most strange,” echoed Mrs Moss. “I confess I was a little scared at first – I’m glad it turned out to be nothing to worry about.”
In the back of the car, Danny had two fingers up his sister’s cunt. Laura, her orgasm approaching as Danny stroked her g-spot, was desperately trying not to moan out loud. She dreaded to think what would happen if either of her parents turned around. Half-reclining with her legs spread wide, she was gyrating her hips and grinding her pussy into her brother’s hand, while kneading her own breasts through her little white dress. Then, with a gasp, she climaxed, and her orgasm washed deliciously through her whole body.
Fortunately neither of her parents heard her, and by the time the car pulled into their driveway, Laura was sitting up with her knees modestly together and her dress decently covering her string-fronted panties. Inside, she and Danny hurried upstairs, where Laura pulled off her panties and lay down on her bed with her legs wide so that Danny could fuck her.
Danny closed the door behind him, took out his eleven-inch penis, and plunged it deep into his sister’s soaking wet vagina. He heard somebody climbing the stairs, but paid the sound no heed. Then there was a knock at the door. “Laura?” came Mr Moss’s voice.
“I’m changing!” gasped Laura as Danny hammered his huge cock in and out of her with increasing speed. Then he stopped thrusting, and instead pushed hard, poking the tip of his penis against her cervical opening. He was too big to penetrate that tiny canal, but he managed to push himself in about half an inch as he reached his climax. Laura whimpered slightly.
“Oh … well can I come in?”
Danny groaned as he came, shooting over a pint of green slime deep into Laura’s womb.
“Uh … just a moment,” Laura called to her father.
Danny pulled out, got to his feet, and put his penis away. Laura sat up and pulled her dress up over her head and off, so that she was naked apart from her shoes. Then she grabbed one of her long dresses and quickly pulled it on. “Okay Dad,” she said.
Mr Moss opened the door and entered, and was surprised to see Danny standing there. “Oh!” he said. Then he turned to Laura. “You got changed in front of your brother but wouldn’t let me in?”
Laura blushed. “Danny didn’t watch me, silly,” she said. “What was it that you wanted?”
“Oh,” said her father. “Well I don’t know if you’ve remembered, but Uncle Clive is coming around for dinner this evening with his daughter Candy. Now I know you’ve never liked Uncle Clive…”
“He broke my Barbie! On purpose!” exclaimed Laura.
“And he nearly suffocated me when he dropped me head-first into my sleeping bag!” protested Danny.
“Well he may not have been the greatest uncle when you were little,” said Mr Moss placatingly, “but all that was years ago. At any rate I want you to be nice to him … and to his daughter.”
“I remember Candy,” mused Danny. “She was nice enough. Poor thing, growing up with a father like that. I wonder how she’s turned out.”
“We’ll find out this afternoon,” said Mr Moss. “Now Danny, you claim to have turned over a new leaf – this will be a good chance to put that to the test.”
Danny nodded. “Don’t worry, Dad – I’ll be on my best behaviour.”
“Me too,” said Laura.
“Good,” said Mr Moss, pleased. “Well, I’ll see you at lunch. Laura, I’m sure your mother could use some help.”
Laura nodded, and followed her father out of the room, leaving a puddle of green slime on the floor behind her. A couple of cockroaches were feeding on it. Danny smirked, and then followed after his sister.
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When Sam and Erin arrived back at their apartment, they were astonished and alarmed to find the door wide open. Cockroaches were running up and down the corridor, and Erin’s neighbour Marla was standing just outside the door, busily brushing roaches from her legs. She looked up as the two women approached. “Look at you!” she snapped. “Dressed like hookers! Well I don’t know what’s gotten into you Erin, but you’ve blown it. You’ll be out of here by nightfall!”
“What?” exclaimed Erin. She rushed into her apartment, just in time to see her landlord, Greg Miller, coming out of her bedroom. He was holding a handkerchief to his nose and had tucked his jeans into his socks – presumably to stop the roaches from climbing up his legs inside his jeans. In his free hand he held a Polaroid camera – no doubt he had taken photos to use as evidence in case of a lawsuit.
“Get packed and get out!” he growled at Erin. “I’ve never seen anything like this! How can you live in such disgusting conditions?”
“Now wait a minute!” snapped Erin. “It may have escaped your attention, but a gateway to Hell has opened up in my apartment. Everything you see – the roaches, the shit everywhere – is all a result of that gateway.”
“What are you talking about?” demanded Greg irritably. “What gateway?”
Erin pushed past him into her bedroom and pointed at the wall. But then she gasped. “It’s gone!” she exclaimed.
Sam joined her, and her mouth opened wide in astonishment. The three-foot-wide pink membrane that had been there that morning had inexplicably vanished. In its place was bare drywall, showing through where the wallpaper was missing. The only sign that the gateway had ever been there was the charred edges of the wallpaper either side of where the crack had been – but this would certainly not be enough to convince anyone.
Erin’s heart sank. There was no way she would be able to avoid eviction now. “All right, I’ll go,” she said to Greg. “Just give me a few hours to get my things together.”
Greg wrenched his eyes away from Erin’s massively bulging incontinence panties, and nodded. “And don’t think you’ll be getting your deposit back, either!” he said. Then he left, closing the door behind him.
“How can we possibly move you in just a few hours?” asked Sam urgently. “We’ll need to get movers in, and they’ll run a mile if they see this place!”
“This apartment came furnished,” said Erin. “Only the TV, the stereo system, the bookcase in the living room, and a couple of other small things are mine. I don’t suppose everything will fit in the car, but two trips should do it. Practically all my clothes are ruined, and so is all the food in the cupboards. So are most of the books, I noticed.”
“But where are we going? We can’t go back to my place,” said Sam. “We’ll die there.”
Erin nodded. “Perhaps we could stay at my parents’ place for a few days,” she said. “If I sweet-talk my dad I’m sure he’ll agree.”
“But do you really want the gateway opening up there?” asked Sam.
Erin shrugged. “I’m not sure it will. This one’s closed, hasn’t it? I think it served its purpose. A demon has got out, and we’ve given birth to all those critters that are no doubt spreading across the city as we speak. No, I think we’ve seen the last of the gateway.”
“I hope you’re right,” said Sam.
Erin called her father. “Hi Dad,” she said.
”Hello Erin – what’s up?”
“Dad, Sam and I need a place to stay for a few days – we’ve had some problems with my apartment here. Is there any chance you could put us up?”
”Sure, I don’t see why not. Your room’s still available, and Sam can have the spare room. What time will you be getting here?”
“About four o’clock, I should think,” said Erin. “Thanks Dad!” She put the phone down and said, “Let’s pack!”
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Mr Moss put the phone down. “Damn,” he said, “I forgot to tell her that Clive’s coming.”
“Tell who, dear?” asked Mrs Moss.
“Oh, that was Erin. She’s having some kind of problem with her apartment – wanted to know if she and Sam could stay here a couple of nights.”
“And you told her yes?”
“Of course!” said Mr Moss.
“Good,” said Mrs Moss, smiling. “It’ll be nice to have the whole family together again, even if it’s only for a couple of days.”
After lunch, Mr Moss clapped his hands together and said, “Now how about that fashion show?”
Laura looked uncertainly at Danny, who nodded encouragingly. She went upstairs, kicked off her shoes, took off her long dress, and put on her string-fronted panties and one of her see-through bras. Then, taking a deep breath, she pulled her green dress over her head and zipped it up, with some difficulty, at the back. Looking at herself in the mirror she shuddered – it was as short as she remembered, barely covering her buttocks at the back. And the neckline was so low cut that if she had been wearing a normal bra, a good deal of it would have been visible. As it was, her bra was even lower-cut than the dress, which was a small blessing.
Nevertheless, she trotted downstairs and went into the living room, where her father was setting up the video camera. She waited in the doorway until he was ready, then she walked in.
“My goodness!” said Mr Moss as he recorded her entrance. “I don’t think you ever wore anything that short, did you dear?” he asked his wife.
“No, I didn’t!” said Mrs Moss. “You’re very brave, Laura, to buy something like that. Does it even cover your bottom?”
“Yes,” said Laura, turning around to show her. “Just. But if I bend over at all, it wouldn’t.”
“Show me,” said Mr Moss. “Let’s see how far you can bend before it gets indecent.”
Laura bent over slightly, and her parents’ eyes widened as the lower curves of her buttocks came into view. “I see!” said Mr Moss. “You’ll have to be careful with that dress, if you want to wear it to school tomorrow.”
“I like it,” said Mrs Moss. “You have very nice legs, Laura dear, and I’m glad you’re finally showing them off.”
“It’s a shame she doesn’t have any more dresses of that length,” said Danny. “Apart from the white dress she wore to church, all her dresses are ankle-length. Is there anything you can do about that, Mom?”
“Why yes, of course there is,” said Mrs Moss excitedly. “I could shorten them! How would you like that, Laura?”
“Sounds good,” said Laura, a little doubtfully. “How short would you make them?”
“Oh, I’ll make them a variety of lengths,” said her mother. “I’ll use my judgment.”
“So where did that dress come from?” asked Mr Moss.
“A store in the city centre,” said Danny, “called Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium. It’s brilliant – he has all kinds of women’s clothing. We went there yesterday and got this dress, and the green one, and also some underwear.”
“Underwear?” inquired Mrs Moss. “What kind of underwear?”
“Well,” began Danny, then he turned towards Laura. “Why don’t you show Mum and Dad some of the underwear you bought?”
Laura’s eyes widened. “Mom and Dad don’t want to see my new underwear!”
“Sure we do, dear,” said Mrs Moss. “Why don’t you slip off that dress and show us?”
“Here – I’ll help you unzip,” offered Danny, getting up and walking across to his sister.
Laura stood helplessly while Danny pulled down the zip at the back of her dress, and then when the dress fell to the floor she stepped out of it. Now wearing only a see-through bra and a pair of string-fronted panties, she nervously turned to face her parents.
“Wow!” said Mr Moss. “What racy underwear! I can see your nipples!”
“And oh my goodness!” exclaimed Mrs Moss, shocked. “Your panties don’t even cover your pussy!”
“Mom!” pleaded Laura. “You’re embarrassing me!”
“You can’t wear underwear like that,” said her mother reprovingly, “and then act all coy about it. I’ve a good mind to make you stay dressed that way all day.”
“That’s a good idea!” said Mr Moss, laughing. “At least until our guests arrive.”
Laura looked despairingly at Danny, but he merely smiled at her and winked. With a sigh, Laura shrugged her shoulders and said “Fine. But I’m going to my room, and don’t expect me to leave until I’m dressed again.” She left the room and went upstairs.
“Won’t it bother you, having her wandering around the house like that?” asked Danny of his mother.
“Well it sounds like she won’t be doing much wandering,” replied Mrs Moss with a chuckle. Then she frowned. “I suppose it should bother me – after all, I’ve always been an advocate of dressing decently around the house – but I don’t know, maybe I’m mellowing in my middle age. If Laura’s just going to be around her own family, I don’t see why she shouldn’t wear only her underwear around the house.”
“I agree,” said Mr Moss. “And come to think of it, I see no reason why she should even be required to wear underwear. As far as I’m concerned, she can wander around naked if she likes.”
Danny smiled. “I’ll tell her that,” he said.
Upstairs, Laura grumbled to herself as she put some music on and sat down to do some homework. What was up with her parents, making her stay in her underwear for the afternoon? She could not understand it.
A growing pressure in her bowel caused her to subconsciously clench her anus – at least that is the message her brain sent to her anal sphincter. Instead, however, she relaxed her anus and began to bear down. This startled her into awareness, and with a sense of alarm she clenched her anus again … or at least she tried to. But instead she found herself pushing harder to expel her poo. In a panic, she stopped clenching, and jumped to her feet. Her anus had begun to open, and a thick poo was beginning to emerge. Strangely, this was accompanied by a sensation of pleasure emanating from her clitoris, though she barely noticed it in her dismay. She whimpered and tried clenching her buttocks, but instead she found herself spreading them, and pushing even harder. A few inches of soft poo rushed out into her panties, making her squeal in horror, though the squeal turned into a gasp as waves of sexual pleasure radiated from her loins. In a last-ditch attempt to stop any more poo from coming out, she reached back with her hands and attempted to push her buttocks together. But to her despair, she found that instead she was pulling them apart, and grunting with the effort of pushing her poo out as fast as possible.
The back of her panties quickly filled up with a soft mass of rather smelly poo, just as a deliciously intense orgasm made her knees buckle. Breathlessly she sank into a kneeling position beside her bed, with her elbows resting on the top of her comforter. And this is how Danny discovered her when he entered a moment later.
“Laura!” he exclaimed in a shocked voice. “What on Earth?”
Laura groaned in utter misery, embarrassed beyond words. “I’m sorry,” she said, as tears rolled down her cheeks. “I had an accident – I couldn’t seem to stop it.”
“Hush, hush,” said Danny, coming to kneel beside her. He put his arm around her. “It’s only an accident – there’s no need to be ashamed.”
“But it’s disgusting!” she said. “Aren’t you revolted by me right now?”
“Absolutely not!” said Danny. “I find you just as hot and sexy and sweet as ever. In fact … turn around.”
As she turned herself around on her knees, Laura said, “What for?”
“Lie back on the bed, with your ass hanging over the edge so you don’t get your comforter messy,” Danny instructed. “You can rest your feet on the floor for balance.”
Laura did as he said, rather uncertainly, then she gasped as he pulled her knees wide apart and took his penis out. “You’re going to make love to me?” she asked. “Like this?”
“Sure,” said Danny with a grin. “Just because you’ve crapped in your panties doesn’t mean I don’t want to fuck you.”
Laura blushed at his crude language, but she could not help sighing happily as he pulled her string-gusset to one side and slid his huge cock into her vagina. While he fucked her, the mass of poo in her panties bounced back and forth, slapping against her buttocks with each thrust. It felt disgusting, but her revulsion was mixed with the intense pleasure that her brother was giving her, so that she felt quite confused and conflicted. By the time her second orgasm hit, however, she was barely giving the poo in her panties a second thought.
After he had filled his sister up with green slimy semen, Danny pulled out. “Now,” he said, “you had better go and take a shower.”
Laura nodded, then got carefully to her feet. As she walked towards the door, however, Danny said, “You might as well take off your bra here, though.”
“Here? But what if Mom or Dad sees me?” she asked nervously.
“They wouldn’t mind. They were saying earlier that they wouldn’t care if you walked around naked. In fact I think they’d be happy for you to do so.”
Laura’s eyes widened. “They said that? But … that’s so unlike them!”
“I know,” admitted Danny. “Goodness knows what’s got into them. But it seems to be a change for the better – have you noticed that we haven’t had any family arguments in the last couple of days?”
“That is unusual,” agreed Laura, as she unclasped her bra and slipped it off, baring her heavy, puppy-fat-enhanced breasts. “But what could have caused…?”
“Never mind that,” said Danny. “Hurry up and have your shower before this room smells any worse.”
Laura nodded, and slipped out of the room. Fortunately her parents were still downstairs, so she walked gingerly to the bathroom, locked herself in, and climbed into the bathtub to take her shower. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she noticed that her belly had grown even since this morning – she was looking really quite pregnant now. Why had her parents not noticed? Or if they had, why had they not commented?
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It was with a sense of great sadness that Erin and Sam left the apartment that they had shared for the past few days. They had packed as much as possible into Erin’s car, unloaded it at her parents’ house, then gone back for the rest. As Erin had predicted they only needed two trips. On their second arrival at the Mosses’, they transferred Erin’s bookcase, a couple of other small items of furniture and a few of her boxes into Mr Moss’s garage. Since it was the summer, Mr Moss was happy to park his car outside for a few days.
Sam had been afraid that he would be angry at them for their clothing, but in fact he actually complimented them both on how nice their nanoskirts looked. “I see you get your panties at the same place as Laura,” he remarked as he caught a glimpse of Erin’s thong disappearing between her pussy lips. Erin blushed and did not respond.
Inside, they were most surprised to see Laura coming down the stairs completely naked. The girl gasped when she saw Sam and Erin, and she bolted back up the stairs. “Laura’s given up wearing clothes altogether?” inquired Erin.
“We told her it was okay to be naked around family,” explained Mrs Moss. “I guess she doesn’t consider you family yet, Samantha.” She winked at Sam.
Soon afterwards, the doorbell rang and Mrs Moss answered it. “Hello Clive!” she said, kissing the cheek of the balding, overweight man who stood on the threshold. “Come in, come in, please. And hello Candy! My, you’ve grown!”
Erin peered past her mother at the young girl who had just entered. She was seventeen years old – just two months younger than Danny – but her babyish face made her look younger. She was very pretty and, cousin or no, Erin felt her pussy moisten as she took in the girl’s beautifully proportioned curves, hugged by a figure-hugging, midriff-revealing t-shirt and tight, if not especially skimpy, jean shorts.
“Good God!” exclaimed Clive as he caught his first sight of Erin and Sam. “You invited hookers?”
“Clive!” snapped Mrs Moss. “You must remember Erin … and this is Sam, her girlfriend.”
“What, as in lesbian girlfriend?”
“That’s right,” said Erin coolly. “Hello Clive.”
“Well what the hell are you dressed that way for?” demanded Clive. “If you’ll excuse my French. You look like you belong on the street. And since when were you a lesbian?”
“Now be nice, Clive,” said Mrs Moss sternly. “How Erin chooses to dress is no more your business than ours. The same goes for her … partners. Now please go and have a seat in the living room, and try to keep a civil tongue in your head.”
Danny came trotting down the stairs, and he stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of Candy. “Wow,” he said. “Hi Candy.”
“Hi,” said Candy, looking totally uninterested. With a sigh, she followed her father through to the living room.
Danny scowled and went back to Laura’s room. “Candy’s here,” he told her. “And it turns out she’s a bitch.”
“Oh?” said Laura, frowning. “I remember her as being quite a nice girl.”
“Yeah, me too. I guess Clive’s influence has rubbed off.”
“How do I look?” asked Laura, posing for him.
Danny eyed her dress appraisingly. “Very nice,” he said. “Mom did a great job with shortening it. It’s very sexy.”
“I wish she hadn’t cut away quite so much of the chest,” Laura said ruefully, looking down at her breasts, which were exposed almost all the way to her nipples. Her areolas were peeping over the neckline, and though she tried to pull the front of the dress up a bit, it soon fell back into place. The cups of her bra were on approximately the same level, and were not showing. “Can you see my panties?”
“Yeah,” said Danny, enjoying the sight of the string of Laura’s panties emerging from between her pussy lips. “A bit.”
Laura rolled her eyes. “Well, I suppose it’s better than being naked. Or wearing nothing but Mr Howell’s underwear. Come on then.”
“Wait a moment,” said Danny. “Let me adjust your underwear a moment.”
Laura came over and shyly stood before him while he pulled down her panties. When she had stepped out of them, he lifted them up to her pussy, then held her labia apart with one hand while he used the other to post the panties into her cunt. Little by little they were pushed inside until they disappeared.
“But Danny,” said Laura uncomfortably, “if my panties are inside me instead of on me, everyone will see my ass and pussy.”
“I’m not done yet,” said Danny, and he grinned as he began to stroke her clitoris.
“Oh Danny,” murmured Laura, her knees bending involuntarily as her excitement began to build. “Oh yes … Danny, please … make love to me.”
Danny grinned. “Bend over the bed then – I’ll stick it in your ass this time.” He took out his penis and rubbed its tip so that some green pre-cum squirted out into his hand. He used this to lubricate the head and shaft of his member.
Laura quickly assumed the position he had requested. Then she winced as her anus was forced wide open by the unusual girth of Danny’s penis. As he slid himself deep, however, she moaned with pleasure, and as he thrust himself with long, hard strokes deep into her large intestine, she reflected that this almost felt better than standard sex.
Danny reached beneath her and started stroking her clitoris as he fucked her rectum. In less than a minute, both of them were peaking together, and as Danny pumped her bowels full of his slime, Laura buried her face in her comforter and let out a muffled scream of ecstasy.
“Oh Danny,” she sighed happily, a few moments later. “I feel so … fulfilled. And happy. Thank you so much.”
“No need to thank me,” said Danny with a smile. “I’m glad to be able to give you so much pleasure.” He slipped two fingers into Laura’s cunt and pulled out her panties, which by now were soaked through with her vaginal juice. “Now put these on,” he said.
Laura stood up and stepped into the panties. “Eww, they’re soaking!” she mock-complained as she pulled them up.
Danny grinned. “Now let’s go and spend some quality time with our guests.”
They went downstairs to the living room, where Uncle Clive stared at Laura in disgust. “Laura?” he said. “My God, you look like…”
“Clive…” said Mrs Moss warningly. Then she turned to Laura. “Oh good, darling, I’m glad to see you’re wearing that dress. Did I do all right?”
“Yes thank you, Mom,” said Laura, feeling very embarrassed to be so exposed among so many people. “I love it.”
“What do you think, Candy?” asked Mr Moss. “Don’t you think Laura looks nice?”
Candy glanced briefly at Laura’s exposed labia. “That’s obscene,” she said. “Dad, can we leave this freak show and go home?”
Mrs Moss gasped. Mr Moss sat bolt upright in his chair and said, “You take that back, young lady! Clive, are good manners an entirely alien concept in your household?”
“Well I’m inclined to agree with her!” said Clive, half-rising out of his chair. “Just look at Laura! And Erin! And this … Sam! All of them nearly naked, and in company! And I thought you were intolerably religious and prudish, John. What’s happened to you? You’re all mad!”
“Religion and prudery need not necessarily go hand in hand,” said Mr Moss through clenched teeth. “Neither, I suspect, do agnosticism and bad manners. So just what is your problem, little man?”
“I’ll tell you what my problem is!” shouted Clive, by now on his feet. “My problem is…”
But he was interrupted by Danny, who had stood up and was now face to face with Clive. “Sit down, Uncle Clive,” he said in a firm, but not over-loud, voice. “There’s no need for tempers to fray here.” When Clive remained standing, he added, “Please, Clive. Take a seat.”
Reluctantly Clive sat back down, if only because he did not want to draw unnecessary attention to the fact that Danny was several inches taller than he was. “Well?” he said irritably.
“It appears,” said Danny, “that two opposing ideologies have clashed here. Perhaps they are incompatible. Perhaps they will cause an irreparable rift in our family. Perhaps, because of this issue, Clive and Candy will leave tonight, never again to speak to Mom, Dad, Laura, Erin and me. Perhaps it is too important and too divisive for reconciliation to be possible.
“But to that I say: horseshit! Uncle Clive, I happen to know that in most political issues, you side one hundred per cent with my dad. Mom can’t even say that! Candy, I have no idea what your political ideals are, but it’s apparent to me that you like to dress attractively. So does Laura. So does Erin. And Sam, too. Now just because your idea of dressing attractively differs from theirs, does that mean you are fundamentally in different camps? Of course not! You’re none of you Muslims, or whatever other religious groups dress their women from head to toe in all-concealing garments. So why the hostility?
“Let’s face it – this is a tiny, tiny issue. We’re not arguing over whether the country should go to war, or whether the welfare state should be abolished, or about racial or sexual discrimination. Good heavens, I should think we’re all of one mind on those kinds of issues. Perhaps we are not. But I’d far rather see a rift develop, if it must, over one of those issues rather than over Laura’s fashion choices! Think how ridiculous this is! Dad, Clive, your religious views are very different, yet you have managed to stay on speaking terms for years. Are you really going to let this tiny issue flare up into a shouting match?”
“Of course not,” muttered his father, and Uncle Clive shook his head.
“Then let us please drop the issue of clothing,” continued Danny. “We understand, Clive and Candy, that you do not approve of Laura’s dress. Fine – your objection is duly noted. Now can you accept that, move on, and stay to the excellent dinner that Mom is preparing? I am sure that if we all take a few deep breaths and give each other time to calm down, we can still have a fun evening together. What do you say? Will you stay?”
Clive looked a little embarrassed. “Perhaps I overreacted,” he admitted. “I guess we’ll stay.”
Candy still looked rather grumpy, but she nodded.
“Great,” said Danny, smiling. “Thank you.”
After that the conversation turned to other matters, and the topic of clothing was not brought up again. Mrs Moss got up and went through to the kitchen to check on the dinner, and she sniffed the aroma coming from the Bolognese sauce with a smile of satisfaction. Then she stiffened in alarm as she felt something inside her – something small and smooth, slipping out of her vagina and into her panties. This sensation was accompanied by a rush of pleasure, and she moaned slightly. Then curiosity got the better of her and, after a quick look around to make sure nobody could see her, she lifted up the front of her dress and stuck her hand into her panties.
What she retrieved was like a small egg, except that it was jet black and slightly squishy to the touch. Fascinated, she squeezed it between her finger and thumb. It burst open at one end, and an oily black fluid oozed out. Instinctively, she held the little egg over the pan, and squeezed out all of the black stuff into the Bolognese sauce. Then she threw away the soft, empty shell, and stirred the sauce thoroughly.
In the living room, Sam suddenly got up and ran from the room as her anus opened up and a thick rod of poo started to emerge. “What’s up with her?” asked Clive.
“I’ll go and see,” said Erin, and she followed Sam out of the room and up the stairs. She found Sam in the bathroom, on her hands and knees. The bulge in the back of her white incontinence panties was already as large as a honeydew melon, and it was still growing rapidly. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Dump it down the toilet in stages, I guess,” gasped Sam as she continued to unload her bowels into her panties.
“That’ll never work,” said Erin. “It would take about fifty flushes. Come on – let’s get you outside. You can dump it at the bottom of the yard.”
The two women cautiously made their way back down the stairs, while Sam’s panties hovered on the brink of collapse. Outside, Erin hurried Sam towards the end of the back yard, where they found a wheelbarrow next to the fence. “Perfect!” hissed Erin, and as she positioned Sam over it, the panties finally collapsed and dumped their contents into the barrow. Still Sam was defecating, and she continued to do so for the next two minutes, by which time she had produced nearly two cubic feet of poo.
“That’s it,” Sam whispered. “What shall we do with it now?”
“Leave it,” replied Erin. “You’ll have to come back here later this evening anyway. Now, let’s get you upstairs again and we’ll clean you up.”
In less than fifteen minutes, this was accomplished, and the two women went into Sam’s room to get a clean thong from Sam’s bag of clothes. When Sam opened the bag, however, she jumped back as hundreds of cockroaches poured out of it and scattered across the bed. “Uh-oh,” she said.
Erin clicked her tongue. “Well,” she said, “I suppose it was inevitable. I bet my own bags are full of them too.”
Sam donned one of her string-fronted thongs, and then she and Erin returned to the living room. Clive noticed Sam’s thong and averted his eyes quickly, barely concealing his look of disgust. Candy, on the other hand, stared at Sam’s cleaved pussy with undisguised contempt.
“Dinner’s ready!” said Mrs Moss brightly from the doorway.
Sam thought the Bolognese sauce tasted a little unusual, but not unpleasantly so. Clive, however, said, “This is an amazing sauce, Allie. What’s in it?”
“Just a little secret ingredient,” said Mrs Moss with a smile. She was pleased to see that even Candy was tucking in with a will.
After the meal they retired to the living room, where they sat down to digest their food. Clive cleared his throat. “I want to apologise,” he said, “for my behaviour earlier.” His cheeks reddened as he spoke – apologies did not come naturally for him. “Uh, I shouldn’t have been so judgmental. So, I’m sorry Laura – your dress is lovely and I should not have said all those nasty things.”
Laura was quite taken aback. “Oh, well, thank you,” she said. “That’s quite all right.”
Candy was looking a little flushed. “It’s awfully warm in here,” she muttered.
“Feeling a little overdressed?” inquired her father.
She shot an annoyed look at him. “No,” she said. “Isn’t the air conditioning on?”
“It’s on,” said Mrs Moss. “I’m feeling quite cool, to be honest.”
“You’re very cool,” said Mr Moss with a wink at his wife. She blushed.
A little later, Candy was sweating. Her white top was sticking to her and becoming slightly transparent, the outline and pattern of her bra just visible through the damp material. “God, I’m roasting!” she complained. She kicked off her shoes and splayed her toes to allow the air to cool them better.
“Take something off, if you like,” said Mr Moss. “Nobody here will mind.”
“Go ahead honey,” said Clive. “If you’re that hot.”
Candy frowned for a moment, then sighed. “All right all right,” she said irritably. She grabbed the lower hem of her t-shirt and pulled it upwards, revealing a lacy white bra. She took the t-shirt off and put it on the arm-rest beside her. “That’s better,” she said, relieved. Then she noticed that everybody was staring at her damp bra, which her C-cup breasts were filling out most attractively. “Oh for heaven’s sake!” she said. “What, you’ve never seen a bra before?”
Mr Moss cleared his throat. “Um, perhaps we could take a look at the video Clive brought over.”
“Sure,” said Clive. “I was wondering when you’d get around to mentioning it. Let me fetch it from the hall.”
“What video is this?” inquired Danny.
“Laura’s confirmation,” said Candy, rolling her eyes. “Dad finally got around to editing it together last weekend.”
“Oh!” said Laura, rather uncomfortably. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this!”
“Relax, Laura,” said Danny soothingly. Then he added, sotto voce, “There are worse videos of you out there.”
Laura’s stomach sank to her toes. “Oh God,” she muttered. “Thanks for reminding me.”
“I’m still terribly hot,” complained Candy, standing up and tugging at the legs of her shorts. “Isn’t anyone else?”
“I’m warm,” said Clive, “but apparently not as warm as you. For heaven’s sake, take off your shorts if they’re bothering you.”
Candy scowled for a moment, and then she shrugged and unzipped her shorts. Taking them off, she sat back down in just her lacy bra and a rather pretty little white thong. Danny could not help grinning at the sight, which made Candy glare at him angrily.
“You know,” said Erin, “it is rather hot in here. I think I’ll take a leaf out of Candy’s book.” She stood up and pulled off her little tank-top, revealing a completely see-through bra, and then she removed her nanoskirt so that everyone’s view of her string-fronted thong was no longer even slightly obscured. She also took off her shoes.
Candy stared with a mixture of disgust and fascination at Erin’s visible nipples and labia. “Where do you lot shop for underwear?” she demanded.
“It’s a store called Mr Howell’s Clothing Emporium,” said Sam. “Great prices, very sexy clothing … and, um, very personal service. It’s on State Street – you can’t miss it.”
“I’m not planning to go there!” said Candy. “I’m just asking out of curiosity – and so that I know where to avoid.” Then she grimaced and adjusted her bra strap. “Damn this bra’s uncomfortable.”
“All of Mr Howell’s bras are very comfy,” said Laura. “Honestly, you should go and check it out.”
Clive now returned with the video and put it into the VCR. Mr Moss switched the television on, dimmed the lights, and for the next twenty minutes they dutifully watched Laura’s confirmation. Or at least, some of them did. Sam and Erin were too busy necking on the couch to pay much attention, and Danny, at the back of the room, managed to get his penis into Laura’s anus without anyone realizing (except, of course, Laura, who had to bite the arm of her mother’s chair in order to prevent herself from screaming in her orgasm). Candy, meanwhile, was too distracted by how hot she was to pay much attention to anything else. Before five minutes of the video were gone, she had taken off her bra. Seven minutes after that, she removed her thong. By the time Mr Moss turned up the lights again at the end of the video, Candy was sitting on the edge of her chair with her legs wide apart, fanning her pussy with a cushion. She gasped in alarm and shut her legs, then she scowled at everybody as if daring them to say anything.
“Can we go now Dad?” she asked irritably. “It still feels really hot in here, and I can’t believe it’s just me.”
“All right,” said Clive, popping out the video tape and handing it to his brother. “You’d better put something on, though, before we go outside.”
“Are you kidding?” Candy demanded. “I’m boiling, I tell you! I’ll just carry my clothes, and put them on again when I’m not feeling so hot.”
“If that’s what you want,” said Clive, shrugging his shoulders. “I just hope nobody sees us.”
“If they don’t like it they can bite me,” said Candy bluntly.
“I suspect they’d like nothing more,” whispered Danny to Laura, who giggled.
Naked as the day she was born, therefore, Candy left the house with her clothes in her arms and her head held high. By the time she got into her father’s car, one young man on a bicycle had crashed into a lamppost, but otherwise her unorthodox departure was without incident.
“Pretty girl,” remarked Mrs Moss. “Pity about the attitude.”
“Hmm,” said her husband, nodding in agreement.
Later that evening, Sam was running downstairs with her panties quickly filling with poo, when she collided with Mrs Moss. “Oh I’m sorry!” she said. “It’s just … I need to get outside.”
“My goodness!” exclaimed Mrs Moss, staring at the swelling mass of poo in Sam’s transparent incontinence panties. “Didn’t this just happen this morning?”
“Yes,” admitted Sam shame-facedly. “And again this afternoon. I don’t know how or why, but at the moment I seem to be producing a huge amount like this every four or five hours. But please excuse me – I need to get outside or my panties will burst open and you’ll have a horrible mess everywhere.”
“But where are you going?” inquired Mrs Moss.
“To the wheelbarrow – I figured I’d dump it somewhere at the bottom of the yard and then bury it.”
“Oh but you can’t be expected to run out to the bottom of the yard every five hours,” said Mrs Moss. “Whatever will you do at four in the morning? Are you seriously going to wear those peculiar panties every night?”
“I have no choice!” said Sam urgently. “It’s either that or make a horrible mess of your lovely house. Now please, I have to…”
“Now Sam,” said Mrs Moss firmly, “you’re a guest in this house, and we’ll take you as you come, with whatever health problems you may have. I’m not going to have you acting like a second-class citizen just because you have a little bowel problem. You’ll go to the bathroom like the rest of us. I myself will take on the responsibility of dealing with the aftermath of your accidents.”
“Oh but I can’t possibly ask you to do that!” exclaimed Sam. “It would be awful for you!”
“No buts!” said Mrs Moss. “Now along to the bathroom with you, and get as much of that poop into the toilet bowl as you can. I’ll deal with the clean-up.”
“But…”
“I insist!” said Mrs Moss.
“Well, okay,” said Sam worriedly, and then, “Oh no!” For her panties had just burst under the weight and pressure of the huge amount of poo she had produced. It slumped into a big heap on the floor between and behind her legs, and she covered her face in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t worry about it,” said Mrs Moss calmly. “I’ll take care of it. You go and get yourself cleaned up – I’ll take care of this.”
“Okay,” said Sam. “Thank you so much Mrs Moss.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake call me Allie,” said Mrs Moss.
“Thanks … Allie,” said Sam gratefully. She turned and gingerly walked away, dropping bits of poo from her bottom and out of what was left of her panties as she went.
Allie stared down at the huge mound of poo on the floor, which was still settling, spreading out slowly under its own weight. She shivered – the sight was somehow very appealing, though she did not understand why. And the smell … her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath through her nose. Normally she detested the odour of excrement, but this – it was a divine aroma! Reaching down, she plunged her right hand deep into the pile. A thrill of excitement ran through her like electricity, and she gasped. Feeling light-headed, she pulled out a handful of Sam’s poo, and brought it up to her nose. It smelled even lovelier up close. Then, hesitantly, she stuck out the tip of her tongue, and licked the poo. It tasted delicious – fruity and rich. More confidently, she opened her mouth and pushed the entire lump between her lips. Her eyes closed with pleasure as she chewed the poo into a squishy pulp, then swallowed it.
Suddenly she felt very aroused, and very hungry. She hoisted up the front of her dress and began stuffing poo into the front of her panties. The sensation of squishy poo against her clitoris was heavenly. A small voice in the back of her head was demanding to know what the hell she thought she was doing, but she could not stop herself. It was all so exciting! She bent low over the heap and started scooping handful after handful into her cavernous cleavage. Then she stuck her face into the brown mess and sucked in mouthful upon mouthful, devouring the poo with gusto. Gathering her dress around her waist, she lowered her bottom gently into the pile, and then began to stroke her clitoris through her panties as she undulated and writhed in sensual delight.
With one hand she continued to stuff poo into her mouth, sucking it down as fast as she could shovel it in, while with the other hand she pulled aside her gusset and began to push chunks of poo into her vagina. Her breath was coming in excited gasps, and she was now on to her fourth orgasm in as many minutes.
It hardly seemed any time at all before she found she was struggling to find more poo. There was plenty mashed into the carpet, of course, and plenty more inside her cunt or tucked away in her clothing, but the mound beneath her was now virtually gone. In despair she turned herself on to her hands and knees and started licking the floor, sucking the poo from the very carpet fibres.
“Darling?”
Her husband’s voice, coming from the top of the stairs, caused Allie to stiffen in alarm. Oh God, what would John think about what she was doing? He’d divorce her for sure! “Um, yes?” she called out in a faltering voice.
“You coming to bed soon? It’s kind of late.”
“Sure – I’ll be up in a minute,” she said.
“Okay then – see you soon.”
Allie turned back to the carpet beneath her, and stared at it in surprise. Aside from one or two slightly discoloured marks, there was no trace of Sam’s poo remaining – she had eaten it all. Looking down at her belly, she saw that it was somewhat distended, but not as much as she would have expected, considering the amount she must have eaten. She hurried upstairs, shut herself in the bathroom, and climbed into the bath tub to take a shower. Soon she was washing the rest of the mess from her body and her clothing, and before long all of Sam’s poo had disappeared down the plughole.
As she climbed out of the shower, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was a curvaceous (some would say plump) thirty-nine year old woman with reddish-brown hair and very large breasts that were sadly not so round and high on her chest as they used to be. Still, with her clothes on (and most importantly a bra to give her some much-needed lift) she still looked pretty good and could turn plenty of heads – even young heads.
Having dumped her wet clothes in the washing machine, she climbed the stairs naked and hurried into her bedroom before anyone saw her. Slipping into bed beside her husband, she snuggled up against him and began nibbling on his ear.
John was less than receptive. “It’s late darling,” he grumbled sleepily. Then, “Are you naked? Good heavens woman, what’s got into you? Hey cut that out.”
But she continued to stroke his penis until it became fully erect, at which point he sighed.
“Oh very well then,” he said. Turning his wife on to her back, he slid himself into her well-lubricated vagina, which was still full of poo. “This feels … different,” he said in puzzlement. “Nice though.” He began thrusting harder, and was soon reaching his climax. “Ohhhh!” he moaned.
As he pulled out, Allie disappeared beneath the covers and caught his poo-smeared cock before it made the sheets messy. She took it into her mouth and sucked every bit of poo off it, then she crawled back up to lie beside her husband. It was not long before both of them drifted off to sleep.
In another room, Sam and Erin were lying fast asleep in each other’s arms. Cockroaches which had tucked themselves away deep in their vaginas and wombs now crept out and explored their new territory. Some of them laid their egg cases in cracks in the skirting board – those that had not already deposited them inside the women’s wombs. Then Sam twitched, her eyelids flickering as a new dream began. Across the room, a wisp of smoke curled away from a charred line appearing in the painted drywall. The line lengthened and widened, opening up into a crack through which pink, throbbing flesh could have been seen, if anyone were awake to witness it.
Sam screamed as a tentacle thrust its way through the crack and grabbed her around the ankle, pulling her towards the crack. “Erin!” she screamed.
Erin awoke to her lover’s cries, and she lunged towards Sam, taking hold of her arms. But more tentacles lashed out from the crack, which had by now widened to almost a foot across. They pinned the arms and legs of both women, and lifted them bodily off the bed. Still screaming, both women were pulled through the crack and into the tunnel beyond.
“This seems awfully familiar!” cried Erin as she was passed from tentacle to tentacle, each one taking her further and further down the corridor.
Sam, undergoing a similar journey (though slightly quicker, it seemed), tried to sound brave as she called back “Yeah, same old, same old!”
“I thought we’d seen the end of these horrid dreams!” shouted Erin. Then she screamed anew as a huge black bug leaped off the wall, landed on her pussy, and began to burrow its way into her cunt.
“Perhaps it’s because we moved house! Maybe the gateway needs to re-establish itself?” suggested Sam.
Then they were carted off down separate corridors and lost sight of each other. Sam found herself being thrown into a pool of green slime, which was so sticky that she was unable to free herself even though the edge of the pool was within arm’s reach. Creatures that looked like eels were swimming sluggishly through the slime, and it was not long before they found her vagina and anus.
Sam screamed as both orifices were painfully penetrated. She felt the eels crawling deep into her body, and then a fiery pain broke out inside her. She tried to scream again, but it felt as if her heart had been gripped in a vice. She could not breathe. Slowly, she began to sink into the slime. Then, horrifically, she saw her stomach bulge sharply, then the hideous black head of one of the eels punched through her flesh. Its jaws opened and it chomped down on her left breast, ripping a huge chunk out of it. With what was left of her strength, Sam opened her mouth and screamed.
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Erin awoke to the sound of Sam’s screams. She reached over and shook her lover. “Wake up! Wake up Sam!”
Sam’s eyes flicked open and she stopped screaming. “Oh Erin!” she said, bursting into tears. “They’re back! The dreams are back!”
“I know,” said Erin sadly. “I had a bad dream too. I presume we dreamed the same thing until we were dragged down different passages?”
Sam nodded. Then she wiped her eyes. “So what happened to you?”
Erin sighed. “I was raped by a thousand demons. I know it was a thousand because they were all branded with numbers. One to a thousand. It felt like it took three days for them all to rape me. Some had my pussy, some had my ass. The thousandth one had a penis that was like a curved sword. As he put it in my vagina, it came out through my stomach. I was spurting blood out of my belly while he fucked me.”
Sam was appalled. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed. “That’s awful! Mine wasn’t as bad as that, but it was still pretty nasty. It involved eels.”
“Don’t tell me,” said Erin with a shudder. “I can imagine. And I’m sure it was worse than what I’m imagining. But look – there’s no crack in the wall!”
Sam looked over at the wall, and sighed with relief. “Maybe it was just a regular nightmare,” she said. “With everything that’s happened to us, I’m sure our brains are a little frazzled and liable to come up with awful things like this on their own.”
The door burst open and Laura came in. She was completely naked, but did not seem at all ashamed of this. Instead she looked worried. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Who was screaming?”
“Both of us, probably,” said Erin. “We had bad dreams.”
“Really?” asked Laura, wide-eyed. “I did too! And I think it may have been true!”
Sam and Erin exchanged worried glances. “What do you mean?” asked Erin.
“I dreamed that this crack opened up in the wall, and lots of horrid little men came out – all of them only about a foot high – and they climbed on me and pinned me down. I tried to fight them off, but there were too many. And then they … they stuck things inside me.” She winced at the memory.
“What things?” asked Sam uncomfortably.
“Eggs, I think,” said Laura. “Little brown eggs. And then they all threw up – all over me! And then they went off back into their little hole in the wall. That’s when I woke up.”
“So what makes you think it may have actually happened?” asked Erin.
“Well, my wall! It’s got a crack in it, just like in my dream.”
“Oh heck,” muttered Sam. “Come on Erin, we’d better take a look.”
As she sat up and threw back the covers, she realised that she was sitting in a huge pile of her own poo. She hastily looked across at Laura, but the young girl had already turned around and was on her way out of the room. Sam turned to Erin. “You go – I’ll need to clean up.”
Erin nodded, and got out of bed. Putting on a t-shirt, which was not quite long enough to cover her naked pussy, she hurried through to Laura’s room. Sure enough, there was a crack in the wall, but it was far larger than she had expected. “Holy crap!” she exclaimed.
This was no mere charred line in the drywall. The crack was fully two feet wide, and through it a long tunnel could be seen, with walls of pink and purple flesh leading away into the distance. She turned to Laura, and to her surprise saw Danny sitting on the edge of Laura’s bed, naked apart from a pair of boxer shorts which were bulging obscenely with what must surely be a huge…
She forced her eyes away – that was her brother! Instead she looked over at Laura, who was standing at the foot of the bed with worried eyes fixed on the mouth of the tunnel.
“What do you think it is?” asked Laura.
Erin sighed. “I think it’s a gateway into Hell,” she said. “You’d better not sleep in this room any longer. I’m sorry Laura – I think it’s because of me and Sam. Similar things have been happening to us, but we hoped that the worst was over. Now it seems to be starting up again, and I’m very sorry to have involved you too.”
“Can you get rid of it?” asked Danny. “Maybe we could ask Trudy?”
“Already tried that,” said Erin. “I don’t think she can really help. What we need, I suspect, is an exorcist. You know, a proper Catholic one. I don’t think anybody else would have the power to close a gateway like this.”
“But all that exorcism stuff is bullshit!” Danny scoffed.
Erin raised an eyebrow. “Look at the wall, Danny. If ever you needed proof of Satan and his power, this is it.”
Danny looked at the crack nervously. “Well, it does seem hard to explain in conventional terms,” he admitted. “We’d better tell Mom and Dad.”
Erin nodded. “Laura, why don’t you go and fetch Mom? Tell her it’s urgent.”
Suddenly, a pair of tentacles shot out and grabbed her. She screamed and struggled as she was pulled rapidly towards the gateway.
“Erin!” shrieked Laura. She lunged towards her sister, as did Danny, but they were too late. Erin had disappeared through the crack before they could reach her.
“Oh shit!” exclaimed Danny. “Oh shit!”
Laura fought down the urge to vomit. “Oh my god, oh my god,” she said in a shaky voice. Then she steeled herself. “I’m going in!” she said. “I have to get her back.”
“Are you mad?” demanded Danny. “What good do you think you can do in there?”
“I don’t know,” said Laura. “But I have to try.” Gritting her teeth, she marched to the crack, hesitated, then stepped through.
Meanwhile, in Erin’s room, Sam was just finishing wiping poo from her buttocks with a tissue when Mrs Moss entered the room. She gasped, dropped the tissue, and tried to cover her nudity with her hands. “Allie!” she said awkwardly. Then she looked where Mrs Moss was looking, which was at the huge pile of poo on the bed. “Oh,” she said. “I’m sorry about that – I’ll clean it up.”
“Don’t be silly,” Mrs Moss gently chided her. “You need to get to work soon. I’ll clean up your poo.”
“That’s very sweet of you,” said Sam gratefully. “Thank you so much.”
“In the meantime, come down and have some breakfast.”
At that moment, they heard a scream, and both women looked at each other in startlement. “What on Earth was that?” asked Mrs Moss.
“It sounded like Erin!” said Sam. “I think she’s in Laura’s room.”
The two of them, with Sam still naked, hurried through to Laura’s bedroom, where Danny was staring through a flesh-lined crack in the wall. Mrs Moss stared at the crack in horror. “What in the name of God…?” she exclaimed.
“I couldn’t stop her!” said Danny frantically.
“Who? Erin?” asked Sam.
“No – Laura! Erin got pulled through, and Laura went through to save her!”
“But what is it?” demanded Mrs Moss anxiously.
“It’s a gateway to Hell,” said Sam grimly. “Mrs Moss, if you know anyone who might be able to help with such a thing, then please contact them. We’ve already talked to Trudy and she was at a loss. At the very least, I suggest you pray, and pray hard. Meanwhile, I shall go in there and attempt to get your daughters back. I certainly have a better chance of finding Erin than Laura does. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck,” said Danny.
Sam took a deep breath, then she stepped through the crack. A powerful smell of rotting flesh assaulted her nostrils, and she found her feet sinking into the moist, fleshy floor. She took a step forward, freeing one foot with a sucking sound. Looking back, she saw the anxious faces of Allie and Danny watching her. Looking forward, she saw the tunnel descending down a shallow slope into darkness. She set her teeth, and pressed on. The tunnel was very much like in her dream, except it felt much more real, and much more frightening. She shivered, though the air was hot.
“Laura!” she called out. “Erin!”
There was a faint cry from up ahead. Sam quickened her pace, wrenching her feet free of the sucking flesh with each step. Tentacles emerged from the pulsating walls, seeking her pussy and anus, but although a couple of them managed to get their tips inside her, none tried to restrain her and she struggled on regardless.
Then she saw Laura, half-submerged in the left-hand wall and pinned there by dozens of tentacles. She was being raped, both vaginally and anally, with several tentacles in each orifice. Her knees were being held out to the sides, and on a level with her hips, so that her thighs were horizontal. Other tentacles were playing with her large breasts.
“Sam!” cried Laura. “Help me!”
Sam struggled over to Laura, and began pulling the tentacles out of the young girl’s cunt. But as fast as she did this, more took their place, and she quickly realised this was a hopeless endeavour. Next she tried freeing Laura’s arms, but this did not work either, even when she bit the tentacles hard. Some of the tentacles began to encircle her waist and legs, and for a while she was obliged to fight them off.
“This is no good,” she said. “I need a weapon or tool of some kind.”
“Don’t leave me here!” pleaded Laura urgently. “I can feel myself being sucked deeper into the wall. By the time you come back, I may be gone for good!”
“Perhaps I may be of assistance?” said a rasping voice behind Sam.
She spun around, almost overbalancing because her feet were stuck, and saw a skeletal figure with tattered flesh hanging off its bones. It grinned at her and licked what was left of its lips with a maggot-infested tongue. “Who are you?” demanded Sam.
“I am Mordelus,” said the hideous creature.
Sam now noticed that it was not quite a human skeleton. For one thing, it had far more ribs than any human, and these ribs extended all the way down to its pelvis, where not one but three penises dangled. One penis, blackened and shrivelled, was hanging by a single strand of sinew, and was clearly useless. Another was at least eighteen inches long and riddled with holes which oozed yellowish-green pus. The third penis was nearly as long, and looked like a huge earthworm – it writhed and squirmed, and huge maggots were crawling out of its bulbous tip. The creature’s jaws bore sharp, pointed teeth, and its sharply-tapered nose (which was remarkably still mostly intact) was at least six inches long.
Sam took her courage in both hands. “Please let my friend go,” she said. “And my girlfriend, Erin – she’s in here somewhere.”
“Why should we let you go?” asked Mordelus, grinning widely. “Young women are so wonderfully prized by the creatures of Hell.”
“But you’ve already done quite well out of us!” said Sam. “We’ve spread your plague on the Earth – doesn’t that count for something?”
“No,” said Mordelus. “Not a thing. But perhaps a bargain can be struck.”
“What sort of bargain?” asked Sam cautiously. “What can we give you that you could not take by force?”
“We wish to open a gateway in a more populated place,” said Mordelus, still grinning with immense satisfaction. “Specifically, a private school for girls just outside the city. You know how to accomplish this.”
Sam’s heart sank. “You want me to spend a night there?”
“You need only sleep there for a few minutes,” said the demon. “That will suffice. The school is called St. Winifred’s. All you need do is fall asleep inside the building containing the most sleeping girls. We will do the rest.”
“What do you intend to do with those girls?” inquired Sam nervously.
“Does it matter?” asked Mordelus.
Sam sighed. “And you will let us all go if I agree?”
“Not quite. I will let Erin go, and I will let you go. Laura will remain here to entertain the damned for a while. When you have completed your task, return here and claim her.”
“What do you mean, ‘entertain the damned’?” wailed Laura.
“You will see,” smirked the demon.
Then, with a final scream that was quickly cut off, Laura was sucked back into the wall, which closed up, quivering, after her. The demon licked its lips with a smile of satisfaction, then said, “Come.” It turned and began to stalk down the corridor, making surprisingly rapid progress on its bony, decomposing legs.
Sam followed with some difficulty, all the while worrying about what was happening to Laura, and also about where the demon was taking her and what she would find. Then Mordelus paused. “You know,” he said, “I’d rather like to fuck you now.”
Sam swallowed in fear as he turned towards her. She shook her head and said, “No, that’s not part of the deal. Take me to Erin.”
“You don’t get to set conditions,” said Mordelus, and he gestured to the walls either side of Sam. Instantly tentacles sprang out from either side of her, pinning her arms and legs. Helpless, she found herself lifted off the ground and held in a horizontal position, while her legs were pulled painfully wide apart. Mordelus casually strode over to her and began to push his worm-like penis into her vagina.
Sam closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt it thrust deep. She was sure that those huge maggots were even now crawling into her womb.
“They are,” confirmed Mordelus, reading her thoughts. “They are going to eat your fallopian tubes and ovaries. You will never be able to bear human children from now on.”
For some reason, this seemed to Sam the worst thing that had happened to her since the gateway first opened in her apartment. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sobbed for all she was worth. She felt as if her very soul was being ripped out of her.
“Oh yes,” moaned Mordelus, rubbing his other erect penis with his bony hand. “Despair, what a lovely emotion. But fear not, Sam – you will certainly give birth plenty of times in the future. You will make lots of little demon babies, and you will suckle them at your breast as you would a human child. As they grow up they will torment and abuse you, making you their sexual slave, and that is how you will spend the rest of your rather few years.”
Horror gripped Sam, and she screamed at these terrible images of her future. Mordelus gasped with ecstasy as he drew upon her despair, and he ejaculated a flood of smaller maggots directly into her womb. As he withdrew, he sighed with pleasure. “Now for my second penis,” he said. “And I rather think you should suck this one.”
Sam tried to bite down on it, but although it looked fragile it was as tough as rubber. The taste of the pus oozing from its many holes made her choke, but Mordelus relentlessly continued to shove his vile member deeper and deeper down her throat until it did no more good to gag. For a while she could not even breathe, but fortunately he climaxed, spurting pus straight down into her stomach, and pulled out before she lost consciousness.
“There,” said Mordelus, smiling once again. “That wasn’t so bad, now was it?”
Released suddenly from the grip of the tentacles, Sam fell to the floor. Weakly she turned herself on to her side, whereupon she emptied the contents of her stomach on to the fleshy floor.
“Oh dear,” said the demon. “I’m afraid you aren’t allowed to waste my precious fluids. Eat it up.”
“No,” mumbled Sam. “Fuck you.”
Then she screamed as, in an instant, he crouched down and shoved his bony fist up into her anus. “Must I pull your bowels out of your ass?” he asked in a quiet whisper. “Do you really want to be dragging your intestines along the floor for the rest of your stay here?”
Sam, sobbing with pain, could not form words to make a reply, so instead she lowered her mouth to the floor and began to lick up her vomit.
“That’s better,” rasped the demon, still with his fist deep in her rectum. “Make sure you get all of it now.”
Fighting the constant urge to vomit again, Sam took nearly half an hour to drink down everything she had thrown up. Finally she got to her feet, rather unsteadily, and said, “Now please, sir, please lead me to Erin.”
Mordelus grinned. “This way,” he said.
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After being pulled backwards through the fleshy wall, Laura found herself sliding down a long, dark tunnel, rather like a waterslide except that instead of water there was mucus to lubricate the passage, and the walls of the tunnel were soft rubbery flesh instead of hard plastic. Moreover, she was sure there would not be a nice swimming pool at the bottom.
Nor was there. After ten minutes of steep descent, the tunnel levelled off and she slowed down considerably. Before she could stop, however, she shot out into a vast chamber packed with people. All of them were naked, and she was rather disturbed to see that all of the nether regions she could see had penises.
She came to a halt and scrambled to her feet. Looking back, she could see no sign of her entrance – the wall had sealed itself after spitting her out. All around her were men: men of all ages, several different colours, some with beards, some without, all of them with looks of great interest on their faces. But there was something else about them – a haggard look, the look of men who had suffered for so long that they now could imagine no other existence.
“Hello,” she said nervously.
They were all eyeing her up and down. Every penis she could see was beginning to rise.
“Hello,” said one of the nearest men. He was about thirty, she guessed, but his hair was grey. “I’m Brett. You’re American?” His accent was strange. American, surely, but … strange.
“Yes,” she said. “And you?”
“What year is it?” asked Brett.
Laura told him, then inquired, “What year was it when you … um…”
“1908,” said Brett. “You mean it’s only been about a century since I died?”
“How long did you think it had been?” asked Laura curiously.
“I think time must flow differently here,” said Brett. “I guess it’s been a few thousand years for me. But tell me, what’s been happening on Earth since I died?”
By now, however, the men around Laura were closing in. Hands grasped her breasts and squeezed them painfully. Other hands grabbed at her pussy and buttocks. She felt a finger slide up into her anus. “Ow!” she cried. “No, please stop!”
“There’s no good asking them to stop,” said Brett. “They took away our assholes – we can’t even fuck each other. Our saliva has become corrosive, so we can’t use our mouths either. Some of these guys have been here for tens of thousands of years, I think. You’d better believe they’re not going to pass up this opportunity.”
Laura screamed in a wild panic as she sank to the floor under the weight of several jostling male bodies. Her legs were forced apart and the first penis entered her cunt. Then she and her partner were rolled over, so that she was lying on top of him, and another penis was shoved unceremoniously into her anus. “How many of you are there?” she desperately asked Brett.
“Many thousands … I’d guess,” grunted Brett, as he thrust his penis deep into her rectum.
Laura screamed again, and prayed that Sam would come back for her soon.
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“In here,” said Mordelus. He gestured into a little room adjoining the tunnel, from which came the heart-rending sounds of a young woman screaming.
Sam hurried in, and then stopped short as her eyes took in the horrific sight before her. Erin was here, but it was not quite the Erin she knew and loved. Surrounded by (and penetrated by) a mass of squirming tentacles, Erin lay in the middle of the floor, her eyes glazed, her mouth wide in a constant scream. When she saw Sam, however, she stopped screaming long enough to cry “Help me Sam!”
“What have you done to her?” demanded Sam, revolted and appalled. For Erin’s naked body had been changed. The young woman no longer possessed arms and legs – her limbs had been removed. In their place were now breasts – large, round, beautiful breasts, very similar to those on her chest. All six breasts were swollen like over-inflated balloons.
“Help me Sam!” repeated Erin in a pleading voice. “Milk me! Please milk me! It’s so painful!”
“Milk you?” asked Sam hesitantly. Then she turned to Mordelus, who was laughing quietly. “What the hell have you done to her?”
“Balthuel has been having fun, I see,” said Mordelus. “I must say it’s a nice look for her. But you had better do as she requests, otherwise those breasts might explode.”
Sam rather reluctantly approached Erin and knelt down beside her. Slowly she reached out towards the breast nearest her, which hung from Erin’s left shoulder. The nipple was huge – the size of a hen’s egg – and shaped like a cow’s teat. Then she looked into Erin’s eyes and saw, behind the terror and desperation, the woman she loved. Putting aside her disgust, she said firmly, “I’ve come to get you out of here, my love. Once I’ve milked you, we’re leaving.” Then she gripped Erin’s shoulder-nipple and began to milk it, the way she had seen farmers milk cows on television. For a moment nothing happened, then a brown sludge began to ooze from the end of the nipple. The smell confirmed that it was poo.
Erin gasped. “Oh, that’s good!” she whispered. “More, more!”
Sam took another nipple – the one on Erin’s left breast – and began to milk that too. Soon she had a steady flow of soft poo oozing steadily out of each nipple. After a couple of minutes, quite a pile had built up on the floor, and the flow was decreasing. She stopped milking, and moved around to kneel in front of Erin’s pussy, which was being ravaged by two thick tentacles. A third tentacle was lodged in Erin’s anus, but Sam paid no heed to it or to the ones in Erin’s cunt. Instead she began to milk the breasts that dangled where Erin’s legs used to be. They quickly started spurting chunks of soft poo, with more force than Erin’s arm-nipples had produced their poo.
When Erin’s leg-breasts had been milked dry, Sam turned to the poor young woman’s right breast and right arm-breast. As poo oozed freely out of the large teats, Erin sighed with pleasure. “Ohh, that’s so much better,” she said. “Thank you my love.”
Behind Samantha, Mordelus chuckled. “I’m sure you can find your own way out,” he said. Then he turned and left them.
“I can’t move, I’m afraid Sam,” said Erin apologetically.
“I’ll carry you,” said Sam, and she lifted her friend up, finding her surprisingly light without the weight of her limbs.
“What’s been happening while I’ve been in here?” asked Erin.
“Hmm? Not much – I entered the gateway as soon as I discovered you had been abducted.”
Erin stared up at Sam. “Then you’ve been here in Hell, looking for me all this time?”
Sam nodded. “Well, it’s only been a couple of hours, but yes.”
“A couple of hours?” echoed Erin. “It’s been at least a week for me!”
Sam was so astonished that she almost dropped her lover. “A week!” she exclaimed. “My poor darling, how you must have suffered!”
Erin’s face dissolved into tears. “You have no idea,” she sobbed. “Imagine all our worst dreams, multiplied by ten.”
“Hush, darling – don’t talk about it,” said Sam soothingly. “Now – which way was it…? Ah, I think it was this way.”
It took them over an hour to make their way back to the gateway, during which time they were largely left alone by the tentacles. Finally, exhausted, Sam triumphantly carried Erin through the gateway and put her down on Laura’s bed. Mrs Moss and Danny were still there, looking on anxiously.
“Oh my God!” Allie exclaimed. “Erin, my poor Erin, what’s happened to you?”
Erin started to cry again. “They operated on me, Mom! I’m sorry I look so hideous.”
“You don’t look hideous, darling, it’s just … oh my poor Erin!” Then she looked back at Sam. “But … where’s Laura?”
Erin stared up at Sam. “Laura got taken too?”
Sam sighed. “She went in to look for you, before I got here,” she said. “I’m afraid she’s being held prisoner until I perform a task for that horrible Mordelus thing.”
Mrs Moss sat down on the bed next to Erin, and put her head in her hands. “Oh my poor Laura!” she said. Then she looked up. “What is the task?”
“I have to go and open a new gateway to Hell, at a school called St Winifred’s.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Mrs Moss. “I know that school – Mrs Cunningham’s daughters go there. Are you really going to open a gateway to Hell there?”
Sam nodded. “I know it’s an awful thing to do, but it’s the only way to get Laura back.”
Mrs Moss looked distressed, but she nodded. “Very well,” she said. “I’ll drive you there, since I know the way. Danny, you’d better get yourself to school.”
“But … I want to help!” said Danny, looking distressed. He was staring at Erin with a mixture of disgust and fascination.
“There’s really nothing you can do,” said Sam. “We’d better get there quickly, though, Allie – it seems that time doesn’t work quite the same way in Hell as it does here on Earth. While a few hours pass here, it might feel like a week to Laura. Or longer, even.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” asked Mrs Moss. “Put some clothes on, quickly, and we’ll get going.”
“Wait!” said Erin in a panic. “Don’t leave me here within feet of the gateway! I might get pulled in again, and without my arms and legs I’m helpless!”
“Of course,” said Sam. She lifted Erin up and carried her through to her own room, placing her on the bed and pulling the covers over her up to her neck. “Try to get some sleep,” she said, giving Erin a kiss. “God knows you need it.”
Then she got dressed in a little nanoskirt, string-fronted panties and a see-through top, and she put on some shoes. She was about to put some make-up on, but then she decided that time was of the essence. “Okay!” she called to Mrs Moss. “I’m ready!”
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Laura’s strength had completely given out. She could no longer even struggle feebly, and the damned denizens of this prison chamber had stopped bothering to hold her in place. She had been fucked now, how many times? Five hundred? A thousand? Her cunt and anus felt like they were on fire – she was sure they were raw and bleeding by now though she was unable even to lift her head to look. Unfortunately these men could neither have an orgasm nor ejaculate, and the lubricant produced by her own body had only gone so far, so after the first few times, she was being penetrated dry by each new cock. She had screamed, for a while, but as the hours turned into days she lost her voice, and the constant pain in her pussy and anus became her only comfort, her only indication that she was still alive.
But eventually, this became no comfort at all. Hopes of rescue faded, and she began to wish for death. Even if it meant going to Hell anyway, she wanted to die. At least she might find herself among other women.
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“There it is,” said Mrs Moss. “What do you need to do?”
Sam stared through the car window at the imposing stonework of St Winifred’s College. “I need to get inside and hide somewhere,” she said. “Perhaps in a closet.”
“I’ll wait here for you, then,” said Allie. “Try not to be too long.”
Sam got out of the car and stole carefully towards the school under cover of the trees that lined the road. She saw a small door that led into the main building, and broke cover to hurry towards it. She peered inside, saw nobody at first glance, opened the door, and entered.
Almost immediately a male janitor, carrying a mop and bucket, came into view. “Hey, who are you?” he demanded. He was frowning, but also looking her up and down with interest.
Sam had frozen in place, her heart pounding. She could not think of anything to say, any excuse that would allow her to stay here. Eventually, in desperation she hit upon a most unpleasant plan. She straightened up and forced herself to smile at him. “Oh I’m just a girl who loves cock,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady. “You can stick it in me wherever you like. I’m totally clean, but you can wear a condom if you want.”
The man’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding!” he said.
“Nope,” said Sam, and, pretending to be a little coy, she fidgeted with the hem of her little skirt. “Right now I’m just desperate to be fucked, and I really hope you’ll do the honours. All I want in return is to crash for a couple of hours, somewhere I won’t be disturbed.”
The janitor dropped his mop and bucket. “I know just the place. Follow me. The girls are all in class at the moment, so we shouldn’t meet anybody.”
Sam followed him up a flight of stairs and along a corridor, at the end of which the man stopped outside a wooden door. “In here,” he said.
Sam entered, and discovered it was a little furnished bedsit with posters of Ashton Kutcher on the wall. “This belongs to Stacey Buchaski,” said the janitor, “but she’s at home with mono. Nobody will come in here if you’re quiet.”
“Thanks,” said Sam. She was already regretting promising him a fuck, but this was too important an opportunity to miss. “How do you want me?” she asked.
“I want to fuck your ass,” said the janitor. “Just get on the bed, doggy-style.”
She took off her shoes and panties and climbed on to the bed. The janitor mounted up behind her. She winced a little as he thrust his penis into her anus, but in truth she was pretty well stretched by now and it did not hurt much. After just two minutes, he came inside her rectum, and then, with a sigh of pleasure, he pulled out.
“That was great!” he said, and chuckled. “Now I guess you can crash here. Two hours, all right? Then I’ll be back, and you’ll have to leave.”
“Thank you,” said Sam.
With another chuckle, and a shake of his head, the janitor left, closing the door behind him. Sam put her panties on again and lay down on the bed. She had been worried that she might find it hard to fall asleep, but in truth she was so exhausted by her ordeal in Hell that she dozed off within minutes.
And she dreamed. Coming to her senses with a start, she found herself being dragged by tentacles towards a newly-formed crack in the wall of the bedsit. It had split Ashton Kutcher’s face in two, and the rest of the poster was charring black, though fortunately it had not caught fire. Sam frantically kicked out at the tentacles. “No!” she screamed. “Leave me alone! I’m doing this for you!”
Abruptly the tentacles released her, and she awoke with a start. Sitting up quickly, she looked at a clock on the dresser. Just half an hour had passed. Then she looked at the poster of Ashton Kutcher. Sure enough, it had been rent in two, and a six inch crack was now running from floor to ceiling, lined with quivering pinkish-purple flesh.
Sam put her shoes on quickly and slipped quietly out of the room. Retracing her steps back to the door she had entered by, she fortunately met nobody and made it outside without being spotted. Soon she was climbing into the passenger seat of Mrs Moss’s car. “Mission accomplished,” she said.
“Didn’t you get Laura?” asked Mrs Moss anxiously.
“I’ll have to get her by going back into the gateway in Laura’s bedroom,” said Sam.
“But you just opened a new gateway here, right?” pressed Allie. “Couldn’t you go into that one and get her back?”
“For all I know this one leads into a completely different part of Hell!” protested Sam. “I don’t want to meet the wrong demons and end up a slave with no way of getting Laura back.”
Mrs Moss sighed, then nodded. “I’ll take your word for it,” she said. “I just worry about this whole time difference thing.”
Sam nodded. “Me too,” she said.
They arrived back at the Mosses’ house an hour later. Sam rushed up the stairs and entered Laura’s bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she marched into the gateway, and once again found herself in the fleshy tunnel. “Mordelus!” she called. “I’ve done it! I’ve done as you asked!”
From far ahead of her, a figure approached. She soon recognised it as Mordelus, if only by the multiple swinging penises which dangled before him. Her limbs seemed to turn to jelly as he approached, but she made herself take a deep breath and tried not to be afraid. “I did as you asked,” she repeated. “Please let Laura go now.”
Mordelus grinned. “I have seen the new gateway,” he rasped. “Nice work. Very well, you may have your friend back.” He gestured towards the left-hand wall of the tunnel, and a gash opened up in the purple flesh. Out of this fell Laura’s naked body, limp and apparently unconscious. Sprawled on the floor, she did not move a muscle.
“Is she all right?” asked Sam anxiously.
Mordelus cackled. “As well as can be expected, for a woman who has been constantly raped for the past thirty-four years!”
Sam’s jaw dropped. “No!” she exclaimed.
Mordelus hooted with laughter. “Yes yes!” he cried. “Thirty-four years and ninety-eight days, to be precise! And in all that time, not five seconds has passed when she did not have a thrusting penis in either her cunt or her rectum! Oh yes, she has been entertaining the damned, all right! All four hundred and eighty-six thousand, two hundred and fifty-four damned men in her little corner of Hell had a go at her! Some of them as many as a hundred times!” He chortled gleefully. “No living human in the history of your race has ever been fucked so much!”
Tears rolled down Sam’s cheeks as she stooped and rolled Laura over on to her back. The girl’s eyes were open, and stared into space. “Is she mad?” she asked.
Mordelus stopped laughing. “Indeed no,” he said. “For madness is an easy way out that we do not permit. Oh no – Laura has been fully awake, fully conscious, and fully sane throughout the entire ordeal. But naturally she is not quite the same person she was when it began.” He giggled. “Physically she is whole – nobody sustains damage in Hell unless a demon intends it – but her memory now contains no trace of her existence prior to her rape here. Her head contains nothing but memories and thoughts of being raped, and she is no longer capable of thinking of anything else. Anyway, take her back to her mother. She won’t be much use as a daughter now … in fact she won’t be much use for anything except as a fuck-toy … but a deal is a deal, so there you go. Take her home.”
Feeling more horror-stricken than she would have hitherto believed possible, Sam put her arms underneath Laura’s shoulders and knees, and attempted to lift her deadweight. It was a struggle, and her feet sank several inches into the squishy floor, but with an effort she began to stagger back towards the gateway. Mordelus, she thought to herself, must be the most evil being in the universe.
“Not by a long way,” rasped Mordelus, with another chuckle. “I am not even of the Inner Circle, and even they cannot compare to the Great Lord of Darkness. His evil is on a scale you are not even capable of dreaming about.”
Sam shuddered, but said nothing, instead concentrating on dragging her feet step by step towards the end of the tunnel. It took nearly all her energy, but finally she stumbled into Laura’s bedroom, where Mrs Moss was still wringing her hands with fearful anxiety.
“Laura!” she exclaimed in a voice full of anguish. She helped Sam to lay Laura down on the bed, and then she took hold of one of the young girl’s hands. “What’s wrong with her?” she asked Sam. “She looks … dead, almost – but she’s still warm.”
“She’s in a total catatonic state,” said Sam, fighting back tears. “I won’t tell you what she’s been through, because it would break your heart … but I’m not sure if she’ll ever recover from it.”
Allie burst into tears and laid her head down on Laura’s chest. “My poor darling!” she wailed. “Why? Why did this happen?”
Sam’s stomach curled. “It’s my fault,” she said quietly. “I should never have come here. The gateway has been following me.”
Allie looked up at her in shock. “You knew this would happen?”
“No! Well, not exactly. I knew the gateway might follow me, but I hoped it would not. And I had no idea that Erin and Laura would be taken inside.” She sighed, feeling utterly wretched. “I’m sorry, Mrs Moss – if I could fix Erin’s body and Laura’s mind by killing myself right now, then I would do it in an instant. If it would make you feel better to kill me, then feel free – I won’t resist.”
Mrs Moss sat in silence for several minutes, while Sam remained standing, awaiting judgment. Finally the older woman looked up. “Fix them,” she said. “I don’t want you dead, but I do want my daughters back the way they were. Do whatever you have to do – make whatever deal you have to make. Just give me my daughters back.”
Sam opened her mouth to tell Allie that it was hopeless, but then she shut it again, and nodded. Her path was clear – she must go back into the gateway and make another deal with Mordelus. With a heavy heart, she walked over to the crack and took a deep breath.
“Sam?” called Erin’s voice from the next room.
“Hold on a minute,” said Mrs Moss. “Let’s go and see what Erin wants.”
They went through to Erin’s room and found the young woman grimacing in pain. “I need to be milked again,” she said. “Did you manage to get Laura back?”
“Yes,” said Sam, “but she’s lost her mind. I was about to go back into Hell to make another deal with Mordelus.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake,” said Erin. “No more deals! The next time you go into Hell you might never get out again. Can’t we get Laura seen to by a psychiatrist?”
“I suspect she might be beyond that,” said Sam. She pulled back the sheets that covered Erin from the neck down, and started to milk two of her six large, swollen breasts. Sludgy poo began to quickly ooze from Erin’s teat-like nipples, and Allie’s eyes widened in horror.
“Poor Erin!” she said mournfully. “You know, it’s not just for Laura that Sam has to go back in – it’s for you, too. No psychiatrist or doctor is going to be able to restore you back to your original shape. Sam must go back into Hell.”
Erin shook her head. “Mom, I’ve lost my limbs, but at least I still have my girlfriend. If Sam goes back in and doesn’t come back out, even if I get my old body back, it won’t be worth it. Sam’s very lucky to have been into Hell so many times without permanent damage, though goodness knows all the rapes must have left some psychological scars. I don’t want her to risk going in again.”
Mrs Moss sighed, then nodded. “Very well,” she said. “If that’s what you want. We’ll get some psychiatric help for Laura, and we’ll ask God to help you both. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll leave the two of you alone for a while.” She got up and left the room.
“Erin, I’m really sorry about Laura,” began Sam, but Erin interrupted her.
“Kiss me, Sam,” she said. “I’m horny as hell and I’ve been desperate for your touch. And with no arms I can’t even masturbate!”
Sam smiled sadly at her, then she leaned down and kissed Erin gently on the lips. Erin responded with enthusiasm, and soon their tongues were writhing together. Sam moved her hand down to Erin’s exposed vagina, and started stroking her clitoris. Then, as Erin began to moan, she shifted a couple of handfuls of nipple-produced poo from Erin’s belly down to her pussy, and started rubbing the stuff into her labia.
Erin gasped. “Oh yes,” she whispered. “Shove it inside me.”
Sam began to feed the poo into Erin’s vagina, and when she ran out, she milked more of Erin’s breasts in order to produce more. Long before all six breasts had been milked dry, Erin’s cunt was packed full of poo, and Sam rubbed the rest against Erin’s pussy, bringing the deformed young woman to a blissful orgasm.
“Now,” said Sam, “we should get you cleaned up before your mom comes back.”
“Not just yet,” said Erin. “I just want to lie here like this for a while. You can pull the covers back over me though. Um, I’m kind of thirsty – would you get me a drink?”
“Sure!” said Sam. “What do you want?”
“There should be some orange juice in the fridge – that would do nicely.”
Sam covered Erin’s messy, naked, six-breasted torso, kissed her lover on the lips, then left the room to go downstairs. As she passed Laura’s room, however, she saw tentacles probing Laura’s naked body. Damn, she thought – we’ll have to move her.
“Mrs Moss?” she said, as she trotted down the stairs. “We need to move Laura.” But there was no reply. Puzzled, Sam checked the living room, then the kitchen, then the dining room, then the downstairs bathroom – but there was no sign of the woman. She poured a glass of orange juice for Erin, then took it back upstairs. “Mrs Moss?” she called. Still there was no answer. She checked the bathroom, the study, then all of the bedrooms, but Allie was nowhere to be found. As a last resort Sam entered Laura’s bedroom, where the catatonic young girl was being vaginally and anally raped by five tentacles at once. Sam was about to attempt to remove the tentacles, but then she spotted a sheet of paper lying on the floor. Picking it up, she read the following words:
I realize it was too much to ask you to go back into Hell, Sam, but I feel it is the only way to get my daughters back the way they were. I am therefore going in myself. Please explain to Danny and my husband. Pray for me!
“Oh God,” muttered Sam with a sinking feeling. She doubted very much whether Mrs Moss would make it out of Hell. She would have to go in herself and bargain for all three of the Moss women. She felt sick.
She took the glass of juice through to Erin’s room. “Erin,” she said, “I have to go back into Hell. Your mom has gone in herself to plead for you and Laura. Since she didn’t come back out immediately, I am assuming she has got stuck there.”
“No!” cried Erin in despair. “Not Mom!” Tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I’ll see you later,” said Sam. “Wish me luck.”
”Don’t go!” pleaded Erin. “I can’t lose you too!”
“I have to,” said Sam gently. “What am I going to say to your father when he returns from work this evening? I have to try.”
“No, you don’t,” insisted Erin. “This whole thing has been engineered by Mordelus in order to get all of us on a never-ending spiral into more and more misery and abuse. It won’t end until we ourselves say ‘enough!’ And that’s what I say – enough! No more bargaining, no more trips into Hell. They always end badly – you think that’s going to change now?”
Sam sighed. “But your Mom – I can’t just leave her to her fate, Erin.”
“I don’t imagine you can do anything for her now, Sam,” said Erin sadly. “Mordelus has no real interest in helping us – he only wants to see us miserably unhappy. He won’t give Mom back – not without some ghastly price that will make things even worse than they are now.”
“But what am I going to do?” asked Sam despairingly.
“Take off your clothes,” said Erin, “and climb into bed with me. The only good thing we have at the moment is our love for each other. So cuddle with me, and for a while things won’t seem so awful.”
Sam felt that this was irresponsible, and that she really ought to try to fix things … but she was so terribly tired. The thought of some precious cuddling time with Erin – even with Erin the way she was now – was very enticing. Stripping off her clothes, she climbed under the covers and snuggled up to Erin, using the woman’s arm-breast as a pillow. Her hand found its way to Erin’s pussy, and she slid her hand into Erin’s poo-filled cunt, which made Erin sigh happily. In this manner, the two women drifted off to sleep.
And they dreamed … but not the same dream. Sam dreamed that she got up and went through to Laura’s room, only to see the poor girl being carried by the tentacles back through the crack. She rushed through the crack to save Laura, but merely found herself taken captive by a couple of huge green warty demons, who carried her off to a slimy pit, where they raped her with seemingly limitless stamina.
Erin, for her part, dreamed that her breasts were filling up with poo, becoming more and more swollen, and nobody was around to milk her. Even when she was screaming in pain, nobody came. Eventually, one after another, her breasts all exploded, showering the room with poo.