The Rutting Room

; ; Preface ; It is with great regret that I commence this, the final account ; of my adventures with Aubrey Valentine. Readers who have followed ; the exploits of Aubrey Valentine from my first published account, ; The Bleeding Whispers, through to our most recent, Mystery of the ; Flayed Mirror, will be familiar with Valentine's singular skills in ; the field of occult investigation. I had hoped that our association ; would continue well into the future but, sadly, events have ; overtaken my wishes and it falls to me, as Valentine's chronicler, ; to bare the bad tidings to his many admirers.

; ; So it is with heavy heart that I have assembled this final tale ; from the testimony of the Bedlow family, from Valentine's last ; statement, and from my own eyewitness account of the Monday Street ; horror. I can only pray that it will stand as a fitting tribute to ; the unusual life of the finest man I have ever known and one I was ; proud to call my friend, as well as serve as a warning of noctuous ; forces from beyond our realm of awareness that seek to lead mankind ; in directions that direly contrast our more noble aspirations.

; ; However, let me be candid by saying that this account is not for ; the young, faint of heart, or weak of will. Furthermore, I strongly ; recommend that you refrain from reading any further, if your ; delicate sensibilities are easily offended by erotic imagery, for ; to be faithful to the actual events which transpired, the account ; which follows resounds with explicit depictions of sexual atrocities ; of the most bizarre kind imaginable. ; ;

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Chapter 1

; ; The house on Monday Street was built late in the reign of Queen ; Victoria. A solid and imposing tower of a home, it looked out across ; a quiet and tree-lined avenue in the heart if London. Almost as a ; reflection of the era of its construction, the house, while ; exhibiting a conservative, classical facade to the outside world, ; contained within its walls an eccentric profusion of rooms and ; chambers. Dusty alcoves below stairs gave onto narrow corridors ; connecting one room with another. There were secret rooms tucked ; away like forgotten, unopened letters. Faded wallpaper in the ; basement, the attar of dead flowers, mirrors cataracted with thick ; dust, wood slat flooring that creaked painfully at the slightest ; provocation.

; ; The house had passed through several hands before it finally ; became the property of Dr. Bedlow and his family.

; ; ; While it would not be entirely true to say that our story began ; with Mrs. Bedlow and her daughter, it seems appropriate to begin the ; narrative with their unfortunate discovery of what became intimately ; known as The Rutting Room.

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; ; Mrs. Bedlow had spent the wonderfully sunny afternoon shopping, ; at the close of which she collected her sixteen-year-old daughter, ; Imogen, from parochial academy she attended. Imogen's friend, ; Giselle Barnes, was going to spend the evening with the Bedlows.

; ; The two cute schoolgirls skipped merrily along, their short ; plaid skirts waving around their legs, and their ponytails dancing ; in the slight breeze as they hurried along. The girls whispered ; excitedly to each other as they approached Mrs. Bedlow, giggling ; about a little game that they were going to play, a secret one that ; the spirited young Imogen said her father had taught her. Their ; cheery faces, bright eyes, and perfectly white toothed smiles ; greeted Mrs. Bedlow as she motioned them into horse drawn carriage.

; ; Upon arriving at the house, the girls hurried up to Imogen's ; room, while Mrs. Bedlow went directly to the kitchen and dumped the ; contents of her shopping bags onto the table.

; ; A wedge of sunlight draped itself across the table and floor like ; a flag, and Mrs. Bedlow paused to observe the dust motes boiling in ; the gauzy light. There was something unusual about the movement of ; the particles; they seemed to follow some subtle organizing pattern. ; Like iron filings on paper, the dust motes arranged themselves into ; spider-web formations. These then exploded, unable to sustain ; coherence, and were rearranged into new configurations. She admired ; the restless choreography for some time before the hypnotic effect ; faded and it seemed as though her eyes had been deceiving her from ; the start.

; ; She stocked the fridge and cupboards and prepared a snack for the ; girls. Carrying a small tray, she began to climb the stairs. Now she ; could feel a movement, a pulsation in the air. She touched the wall ; and her fingertips registered a deep, thudding concussion. It seemed ; as though the pipes beneath the skin of paper and plaster were pound- ; ing with a slow, metronomic rhythum. She had a brief vision of gas ; mains, water pipes, and electric cables carrying arterial blood ; through the substructure of the house. The pulse quickened and Mrs. ; Bedlow felt her own heartbeat accelerate to match it. Sweat broke ; out on her forehead and she became acutely aware of a spreading ; dampness in her crotch, an involuntary, exciting, lubrication. She ; bit her lip as her nipples grew suddenly hard and erect under her ; long dress, forcing herself to the top of the stairs, dizzily.

; ; "Imogen," she said, her voice was hoarse and breathless, ; preorgasmic. She had spoken her daughter's name as though it were ; the name of a lover. Approaching the door of Imogen's room, she ; stopped short.

; ; The door handle was swelling and contracting slightly, inflating ; and deflating like a lung. And the sounds that came from beyond the ; door had no place in a girl's bedroom.

; ; Slowly Mrs. Bedlow reached out to touch the keyhole. It was wet, ; leaking a musky sexual-like fluid. She raised her fingers to her ; lips, and licked them. When she closed her hand around the warm, ; pulsing door handle it became lewdly tumescent in her grasp. She ; opened the door.

; ; The whole room inhaled, drawing her into its suffocating heart. ; The smell of animals in heat. Smell of stained sheets and stale come ; and heated flesh.

; ; "Look at me, Mummy," said Imogen, giggling.

; ; Imogen was bent over the bed, her short schoolgirl's skirt was ; hiked up well past her hips, her lacy white panties laying discarded ; on the floor across the room with her shoes. Her daughter's ass was ; raised provocatively in the air as only the tips of her toes ; supported her parted legs. The teenager was wantonly revealing her ; most intimate areas, offering up the slit of her hairless mound and ; puckered anus for the most detailed inspection.

; ; Moaning and salivating, Giselle Barnes knelt between her friend's ; spread legs. Both of the girl's white school blouses were completely ; unbuttoned, thrown open to display their firm, jutting, stiff ; nippled breasts. The white laced, fringed socks the girls still wore ; had been intentionally left on to be sensual contrasts to their ; girlishly slender thighs and graceful legs.

; ; Most shocking of all - Giselle was busily working a long-nailed ; finger in and out of Imogen's labial mound as her other hand ; performed the same carnal act on her own pubescent mons!

; ; As if in unison, both turned to look at Mrs. Bedlow, eyes heated ; to incandescence.

; ; "Oh, God!" was the best Mrs. Bedlow could manage before the girls ; descended on her, tearing at her clothes like wild little beasts. ; Totally unprepared for this, Mrs. Bedlow was dragged to the floor by ; the laughing girls and stripped naked. The door to the bedroom ; slammed hard behind her.

; ; Wide-eyed terror gripped Mrs. Bedlow, then, suddenly, her mind ; was strangely enveloped by a blanket-like web of unrestrained sexual ; frenzy as the girls commenced doing unspeakable things to themselves ; and to her own writhing female form.

; ; All too soon, Mrs. Bedlow found herself, unbelievably, joining ; into the unseamly orgy of feminine flesh. As the three of them ; struggled on the floor, she heatedly planted her wet vagina against ; Giselle Barnes's panting mouth as she buried her face in her ; daughter's already wet crotch. Imogen's braided ponytail swept over ; her now naked shoulder as she completed the circle by thrusting her ; own outstretched tongue into the steaming flower of Giselle's pink ; portal of womanhood.

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; ; There was a sustained note of shame in Mrs. Bedlow's voice as she ; described in lurid details these events to us. That shame, quite ; clear in her words, was entirely absent in her demeanor. Her long ; black hair was wildly tossled, she sat in the kitchen, wearing a ; loose robe that parted at the chest, revealing the pale skin of her ; large outthrust breasts, the curvaceous sides of her slender torso, ; her shapely legs, and the freshly shaved mound of her vagina. Her ; legs widely spread apart, slung over each arm of the chair, and her ; hands continued to masturbate herself slowly and compulsively as she ; talked. She periodically paused to wet her fingers in her mouth. She ; looked up at us, her eyes desperate.

; ; Our genuine attempt to engender Mrs. Bedlow to don her clothing ; met with wholesale refusal on her part.

; ; "You must help us," she sobbed. "We can't stop it. We can't stop ; it, and my daughter's still up there." She seemed to loose control ; again, eyes closing. The rhythm of her hand became more insistent as ; she drifted into memory. "It was so beautiful," she sighed. "It was ; like she was trying to get back into my womb, head first..."

; ; Valentine eyed her coldly. Pulling my coat over my lap to hide my ; growing erection, I wondered if he ever experienced any human emotion ; now. I could not remember the last time I had seen him smile. He ; touched his brow with his bandaged left hand, always a sign that he ; was thinking deeply. The silence was broken by both her ragged ; breathing, and by the wet, slurping noises her fingers made as they ; rammed in and out of the pink-lipped gash of her bare vagina.

; ; "Where exactly is your husband now, Mrs. Bedlow?" Valentine asked.

; ; She jerked her head toward the ceiling. "With the girls. With it. ; He can't control himself. None of us can. The room just wants us to ; fuck and fuck until we die."

; ; I looked at Valentine as he removed his duffle coat.

; ; "I must examine the room before I make my decision," he said.

; ; "Just a seconnnddd...I'mmm abouuutttt toooo... cummmmmm..." Mrs. ; Bedlow moaned as an obvious orgasm neared. Her hands worked ; frantically now. One rubbed her clitorus and fucked her labia ; obscenely, while her other hand massaged and pulled on her distended ; nipples. I tried to avert my eyes to help reduce the size of my ; painful erection, however I found to my utter dismay that I was ; quite mesmerized by the beautifully erotic display before me.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow's heavy breathing changed into loud moans as her body ; began to quaking violently. A tremendous scream of release exploded ; from her lungs as her hips ground and bucked up off the chair to ; meet the slick fingers of her hand. I sat speechless as Mrs. Bedlow ; climaxed before us, two almost total strangers!

; ; The urgent wire that had been delivered to our lodgings a few ; hours before had pled for us to come quickly to the Bedlow home. I ; could plainly see from my medical training that Mrs. Bedlow was ; certainly not exhibiting normal behavior. As she struggled to her ; feet, I plainly saw the dreadful exertion in her eyes, not the usual ; postorgasmic bliss.

; ; A vision of both beauty and vice, Mrs. Bedlow was continuously ; being driven on to seek sexual gratification by any and all means. ; It was clearly taking a massive effort of her will to restrain the ; weighty urge to assault us.

; ; "I'm frightened to go near it, but I want to so much," she said. ; "It was only my poor husband who managed to push me out of the room ; on that first day. If he hadn't, I'd still be there." Her hands ; scooped her large breasts out of her robe and held them up to us, ; her fingers kneeding and bouncing the full orbs around in a lewd ; attempt at getting us to respond. "I'd still be there."

; ; "Quite," said Valentine curtly.

; ; With a practiced motion of his hand, he motioned me over to the ; corner of the kitchen to consult with him. "Your appraisal of the ; situation, Dodson?" he whispered.

; ; "Clearly a case of Clinical Nymphomania coupled with Freudian ; Supressal Release, my good man," I quietly replied.

; ; "The answer's that easy? Perhaps you have forgotten my old adage ; of proper investigation, Dodson. The answer to this riddle must take ; into account all variables, and I dare say your "condition" is most ; assuredly not the result of completely natural causes. We have much ; left to rule out before we can properly formulate a testable theory. ; Upon the firm foundation of logic a sound resolution to the matter ; can be confidently built. Yet, where logic ends, inspiration begins."

; ; "It was simply my first appraisal of her behaviour," I returned, ; donning my jacket to better hide my own unruly state of arousal.

; ; "Very well," Valentine loudly entoned, turning at once around to ; face Mrs. Bedlow's unabashed nakedness. "We will try to help you. ; If you would be so kind as to show us to this room of yours, we ; can continue the inquiry."

; ; Mrs. Bedlow simply gave a weak nod, fondling a nipple between ; finger and thumb as she slowly led the way to the mysterious source ; of the home's lascivious influence.

; ; Following closely behind her, we climbed the stairs.

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; ; "Can you feel it?" Valentine asked alertly.

; ; I nodded. It was impossible to be unaware of the precussive ; thumping in the stairs below our feet. The room, or whatever it was, ; had anchored itself deeply into the fabric of the house, extending ; roots into the infrastructure. Its potent power was unmistakable. ; The heated pounding of my phallus, despite my best efforts to ; refrain from thinking of anything other than tea and crumpets, ; demonstrated the awesome pervasiveness of the aphrodisiac phenomena. ; I could not even begin to imagine how it must have been like to stay ; here, night after night, as the Bedlows had done, slowly succumbing ; to the dreadful sexual hunger. I will never know how Mrs. Bedlow ; summoned the strength of will to contact Valentine and myself.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow whined and whispered lewd endearments as she led the ; way up the staircase. She had ludely hiked her robe up past her ; waist, making the intense cravings of her voluptuous body visibly ; known. The creamy white cheeks of her ass bounced with each ; deliberate step, revealing the wetness of her glistening mons. I ; somehow managed to summon enough willpower to avert my eyes, ; glancing in Valentine's direction, but his eyes were fixed on ; some unguessable horizon. I could not help but wonder how the power ; of The Rutting Room was affecting him.

; ; Since the horrible death of his young wife, Angela, some years ; ago - as recounted in The Affair of the Highgate Shroud - he had ; been resolutely celibate. Indeed, almost sexless. Nothing could fill ; the void Angela's death, at the hands of The Mysteries, had left in ; his soul. If anyone could tackle the sexually maniacal energies of ; the monstrously licentious room, it was surely Aubrey Valentine.

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; ; "Here," Mrs. Bedlow hoarsly articulated as we reached a door off ; the home's second story level. She pointed to the shut door and ; backed away. Bracing her weight against the far wall, she selected a ; golf ball capped umbrella from a nearby hatstand and slid the ball ; mounted handgrip slowly into herself. Weeping madly, bending and ; unbending her legs, she rode the wooden shaft. Her eyes clouded ; over. She cooed our names, begging us to join her.

; ; "Poor Mrs. Bedlow," I muttered, trying to push away the perverted ; thoughts that bubbled ceaselessly into my mind.

; ; Valentine ignored her cries and faced the door.

; ; "Are you ready?" he said. I weakly nodded, unsure, yet forced ; myself to follow his lead as he motioned for me to stand behind him. ; Just as Mrs. Bedlow had described, the room's door handle throbbed ; wickedly with unseen energies. Even as Valentine reached out to grip ; it, the pulsing handle appeared to change into a rounded mammary ; gland. Without further hesitation, his hand squeezed firmly into the ; fleshy protuberance, threw open the door, and we confronted the ; libertine room.

; ; The first thing that assailed my senses was the smell: a vast, ; heady perfume that reeked of reeling, desperate nights and polluted ; innocence. It was the odorous bouquet of all unbridled desire. The ; first olfactory shock was followed by the visual horror. The scene ; within the room vaguely recalled some images from Bosch.

; ; Giselle Barnes, in the soiled tatters that remained of her school ; dress, was servicing three naked men. Her hands and mouth worked ; furiously on a very long, raw looking penis, while she rode against ; two others; one up her vagina, the other shoved deeply into her ; rectum.

; ; Imogen Bedlow giggled as she drove a policeman's baton repeatedly ; into her own bleeding anus, causing her large cone-shaped bosom to ; jiggle and bounce wildly about.

; ; A red-haired Irish looking woman leaned back against the far ; wall, busily plunging a rounded hairbrush in and out of the gaping ; bushy slit between her wide spread legs. With her other hand she ; held up one of her massive, torpedo-shaped breasts to her drooling ; mouth, sucking hard on a distended nipple.

; ; Dumbstruck, all I could do was watch the orgiastic debauchery ; besieging my senses. Soon each of the participants in the mindless ; array of sensuous exploitation simultaneously achieved a fearful ; level of orgasmic abandon. Seemingly boundless quantities of hot ; spurting juices shot through the air and flowed precipitously, ; before finally ebbing away to mere trickles. However, the collapsing ; bodies were only allowed to rest momentarily. The players of the ; whorish troop took up new partners, quickly resumming acts of abject ; depravity. Men's faces pressed into female pussies. The women, in ; turn, sucked deeply on the next man's prick, forming a continuous ; oval of sweating, bucking, grunting flesh.

; ; Valentine gestered to one of the men. "Bedlow?" he asked.

; ; I nodded as the weird erotic pattern once again dissolved in ; bone-jarring climactic release.

; ; Imogen, on all fours, backed up, impaling herself on the huge, ; jutting shaft of her father's oozing penis. The eminent Dr. Bedlow ; gripped the girl by her flank and pulled her roughly back into him. ; He brutally pounded his enormous shaft into his daughter's juvenile ; qwim, driving into her as madly as she thrust back at him.

; ; It was beastial!

; ; At one point in the frenzied orgy, Dr. Bedlow managed to turn his ; head to face us. There were tears in his eyes. "God help me," he ; cried, but before he could say anymore, the flame-haired woman ; smothered his face in the cleavage of her prodigous, heaving, saliva ; and semen coated mammaries.

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; ; "It's monstrous!" I finally blurted. Indeed, it was singularly ; the most monstrous exhibition of unrestrained erotic debauchery that ; I had ever witnessed. Yet, even as I confessed my disgust vocally, l ; not deny the dark excitement it made me feel. My penis pulsed with ; horrible, otherworldly vigor, near ripping through my trousers as ; the room's power thrummed mightily through me.

; ; The years of medical training I had undergone helped me refocus ; on clinically surveying the bizarre revelry. It was at that point ; that I noticed something quite odd about the writhing bodies of the ; men and women - the private parts of the room's hapless denizens ; (penises, gonads, vaginas, and mammaries) exhibited abnormalities of ; size, shape, and degrees of tumulescence!

; ; It was as if a super-normal amount of blood and life forces were ; somehow being channeled through their sex organs. Finally turning ; away from the forbidding sight, I beheld Mrs. Bedlow. I now noted ; similar erotic abnormalitie, much less pronounced in her, yet ; present nonetheless.

; ; I quickly theorized that proximity to the room, and/or duration ; inside it, had to be the cause of these freakish distortions of ; human flesh.

; ; "What ho... Look there!" Valentine shouted, pointing at the upper ; walls of the obscenely insane room.

; ; The very walls of the room appeared were now shifting through ; strange geometric patterns! I felt like I was watching a nightmarish ; four-dimensional origami at work on the architecture of the place. ; I received the distinctive impression that an intelligence other ; than man was behind it. Something sinister. I was somehow able to ; sense that it was trying to get the the patterns on the wallpaper ; into the correct pattern, like it was working a kind of chinese ; puzzle to unlock a secret hiding place. The patterns flowed into ; suggestive shapes. Wet slits gaped opened in the walls, and then ; were sealed.

; ; It was at that very moment that the door slammed shut in ; Valentine's face. He silently produced an embroidered handkerchief ; from his pocket and wiped his damp brow.

; ; Turning around, he calmly asked Mrs. Bedlow, "Who are the others ; in there?"

; ; Mrs. Bedlow looked up from her wet loins. "Sarah Jane Mcleod, our ; maid," she said. "Giselle's father, and a constable. They were all ; trapped there."

; ; Feeling sympathic, I walked over to her, my painfully unruly ; erection slowing my pace as I attempted to offer her my support. ; Helping her to her feet, she was suddenly overwhelmed, her ; remarkable restraint dissolving upon contact with me. Without ; warning, her hands grabbed the straining shaft of my penis through ; my trousers, as she begged, "Fuck me! Please... Please... Fuck me!"

; ; Valentine simply gave me a slight nudge of hi elbow and a knowing ; wink, then rapidly strode down the stairs, leaving me alone with ; Mrs. Bedlow.

; ; "My good woman, you are married," I said, trying to extract her ; hands from my throbbing manhood.

; ; "Please! I'm going mad with desire!" she wailed. "Help me! I beg ; of you. I need you!"

; ; My befuddled mind reeled under the pervasive influence of The ; Rutting Room. I had sworn an oath to uphold the Hypocratic Oath. She ; was my patient. It was my duty to help her. I had to, however I was ; unable to bring myself to render her unconscious. Something inside ; my mind convinced me to show her the milk of human kindness. All I ; did was simply pull off my coat, Mrs. Bedlow did the rest.

; ; Her hands unzipped my fly, darted in, and withdrew my hard prick ; in one fluid motion. Her eyes locked with mine as she pressed back ; against the wall, looking down as her hands guided my throbbing ; hard-on between the dripping lips of her hot labia. I was stunned by ; the sensation as I felt her luxuriant vagina pull my shaft deep into ; itself. Her hips then began whipping up a wet froth of passion ; between our thrashing thighs.

; ; I nearly collapsed as Mrs. Bedlow threw her arms up around my ; neck, mashed her large breasts into my chest, and wrapped her long ; legs around my waist, skewering herself on my rigid pole. Riding up ; and down on my cock with feverish intensity, her swollen tits ; slapped repeatedly against my face. Burying my face in the warm ; embrace of her enormous cleavage, I let her rut herself into ; oblivion. My penis trembled, growing even larger as thoughts of the ; unearthly sights I had witnessed in the next room came flooding back ; into my mind.

; ; Faster and faster her body strove against mine, lust moving her ; to the point of a blistering climax. She pistoned her wet pussy on ; and off my steely erection with ever increasing speed and abandon.

; ; "So close... Yess... YESSS..." she screamed into my ear as a ; blinding flash of exploding suns suddenly filled her mind. My body ; shuddered violently as her chaotic release triggered my own. I ; poured my richness deeply into her for what seemed like hours as her ; vagina spasmed wildly, both of us splashing our mutual lust into the ; other. It was as if we were carried up to the lofty cloudtops, then ; rained heavily back down to earth. I held Mrs. Bedlow tightly to me ; till we regained our senses and our breaths, then we parted.

; ; "God bless you, kind sir!" she said in honest appreciation.

; ; "Whoever said doctors don't make house calls, dear lady?" I ; laughed nervously at my attempt at humor in a genuine effort to ; bring light to the terrible nature of the situation. Hurrying ; downstairs, Mrs. Bedlow holding my arm for support, I finally found ; Valentine brousing through the musty library.

; ; "Valentine," I began, "we must get away from this house. It..."

; ; "Please let me finish," he interjected, his magnificant mind ; whirling with activity. "You have surmised, as have I, that proximity ; to The Rutting Room results in alterations, both of body and mind."

; ; "My God, Valentine!" I exclaimed. "How do you do it?"

; ; "Merely abstract reasoning, my good fellow," he returned. Putting ; an old dusty book back in its place, Valentine quickly approached ; Mrs. Bedlow, who once more had been compelled by the strange room ; upstairs to engaged in masturbatory gratification. Displaying his ; incredible expertise in archaic wisdom, his good hand darted out ; like lightning, his strong fingers precisely hitting the desperate ; woman's pressure points at the base of her throat. With a slight ; whimper she collapsed into my arms, much needed unconsciousness ; overshadowed her.

; ; Finding the coat closet, I buddled Mrs. Bedlow's flagrantly ; naked body up in a cloak that I found there. Valentine then led the ; way out the front door to our waiting carriage.

; ; ; Once back at the spacious flat on Hobbs Lane, the viceral acts ; of sexual perversion that I had earlier witnessed, as well as my ; inability to refrain from being enchanted by them forced me to the ; lavatory to vomit out my disgust. As I next entered the main room, ; the haunting sounds of Valentine's piccolo pleasantly filled my ; ears, helping to drive away the memories of decadent cries that had ; come from the acursed bedroom of Imogen Bedlow. Mrs. Bedlow sat ; calmly drinking a stout mug of Gevalia Cafe. Sobberly dressed now, ; she vividly remembered every lurid detail of the preceeding hours, ; going in and out of shock as she recalled the insatiable nymphomania ; that had so claimed her body. Quickly administering a medicinal ; tonic to Mrs. Bedlow, soon the glassy, lust-filled blankness had ; left her eyes, replaced by the warm glimmer of humanity.

; ; "What are we going to do about my daughter?" she finally said.

; ; "When was your last period?" Valentine asked.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow looked up from her mug of hot coffee, frowning. ; "Months," she said. "I thought it was another baby."

; ; "I doubt very much that you are pregnant, Mrs. Bedlow," Valentine ; said. "It is my belief that a power, yet to be identified, emanating ; from your daughter's room: Firstly, evoked a state of hyper- ; receptivity in you and the others; Secondly, it then induced the ; extreme psychosexual manifestations in its unwitting thralls for ; reasons that I am still attempting to determine."

; ; "However, it appears to be attempting to remake you into an image ; of itself, a rutting machine. Further, I believe that it is unable ; to achieve orgastic discharge or replicate itself properly. Coitus ; for its own sake... Think of a phonograph that plays part of a tune, ; hits a blockage, and then starts all over again, ad infinitum."

; ; "But..I..." Mrs. Bedlow began. "I orgasmed. Not once, but many, ; many, many times," she breathlessly interjected, a rosy glow ; filling her cheeks as she spoke so frankly.

; ; "Yes, that's what still makes you so very human," Valentine said.

; ; She began to sob, and I reached out to take the coffee mug from ; her numb fingers, then handed her a hankerchief to dry her eyes.

; ; "What is it, Mr. Valentine?" she tearily asked. "What is it?! ; What is it doing to my daughter?!"

; ; Valentine ignored her impassioned questions, perhaps not daring ; to tell her the whole truth.

; ; "What do you know of the history of your house, Mrs. Bedlow?"

; ; She dabbed at her teary eyes with the hankerchief. "Not much. ; Before we moved in it belonged to an elderly woman, Mrs. Monteuil, I ; think. Her son said something about it having once being his ; father's private hospital. A clinic or something. That's all I know. ; If there was something else..."

; ; "Stop!" Valentine abruptly barked, slapping his good hand down ; on the arm of the chair. His eyes seemed to get a faraway look as he ; stood an quickly paced back and forth across the time worn persian ; rug that lay before the hearth. I could see he was onto something.

; ; "Monday Street. Of course! I knew I recognized the name," he said, ; turning to face me. "There's a book in my large cedarbox in the next ; room," he said. "'Cults of the Pandemonium.' Would you be so kind ; and fetch it for me, Dodson?"

; ; With a nod, I made haste into the guest room where I threw open ; the ancient cedarwood box and rummaged through the debris of ; dog-eared paperbacks, quickly locating Cults of the Pandemonium. Its ; luridly colored cover depicted a gorgeous, naked hermaphrodite ; dancing, while a shadowy figure beat upon a tomtom. I tossed the ; book to Valentine and he quickly began flipping through its pages.

; ; "I should have known!" he said. His eyes scanned a page. "Erich ; Horney. My God! Horney was a disciple of Wilhelm Reich. He worked at ; the Organon Institute in Maine, a branch of the Miskatonic ; University of Arkham, Massachusetts, in the early 1920's."

; ; We listened intently as Valentine summarized a brief biography of ; the aptly named Horney. He had adapted many of Wilhelm Reich's ; sexual theories and taken them in unusual and, some thought, ; unethical directions.

; ; "His dream was to create something which he called the Horney ; Chamber," Valentine explained. "This seems to have been a much more ; extravagant version of Reich's Orgone Accumulator. Basically, it ; was Horney's intention to create a room that which could harness ; primal sexual energy, which he believed was the ultimate expression ; of the fundamental forces of the universe." As he spoke, Valentine ; paced methodically up and down the length of the wood-paneled study.

; ; "He claimed to have succeeded in building a prototype in 1932, ; but development was hampered by the fact that the room's mechanisms ; could only be properly activated by an act of 'indefinitely long' ; sexual intercourse. Nevertheless, by judiciously employing four ; prostitutes, Horney claimed that his chamber was able to absorb and ; redirect sufficient sexual energy to power the flight of a small ; gargoyle-like homunculus."

; ; "His ultimate ambition was to create a room which could have sex ; with itself, thus producing an unlimited supply of raw power. A ; perpetual-motion sex engine."

; ; Valentine dropped the book down on his desk, "Remarkable, quite ; remarkable!" he said. His face flushed with excitement.

; ; "Horney was certified insane in 1937 and was taken into the ; private care of a Dr. Monteuil, who owned a small convalescent ; clinic."

; ; "On Monday Street," I interjected.

; ; "Undoubtably, Dodson," he said.

; ; "Good Lord!" I exclaimed, the reality of it striking home.

; ; "And the room?" Mrs. Bedlow said. "My daughter's room?"

; ; "By deduction," Valentine purposely said, "we can now safely ; assume that a fully functioning Horney Chamber was indeed built. ; Perhaps Horney died before he could put the room into operation. ; In any event, it has waited all these years for a trigger to ; activate it. Something to turn the starting handle, as it were."

; ; Valentine paused, lifting his bandaged hand to his brow.

; ; "Does your daughter have a boyfriend, Mrs. Bedlow?" he asked.

; ; She wagged her head from side to side. "Her father's been very ; protective of her."

; ; "Your husband Mrs. Bedlow, how affectionate has he been to you?" ; Valentine asked pointedly.

; ; "He has been somewhat distant from me this past year. He sleeps in ; a seperate bedroom at night." she said.

; ; "Let me be frank. Just how 'protective' of your daughter has he ; been?" he asked.

; ; "Valentine!" I spoke up, attempting to protect what little honor ; the brave woman still possessed.

; ; "I do not ask this out of purient interests, but I must know," he ; pointed added.

; ; "What are you suggesting? She's only a teen. Her father just ; spends time with her. He told me he had been helping judge her ; cheerleader routines. Other than that, he simply talked her threw ; the nightmares she was experiencing. He tried calming her down...at ; night..." she trailed off. Her eyes went wide, the horrifying ; implications of what may have triggered the room into full operation ; becoming apparent.

; ; "It can't be. It's just not possible!" she said, beginning sob ; uncontrollably again. Feeling moved, I pulled out a clean hanky and ; went to hand it to her. Grabbing my arm, she cried long and hard ; into my shoulder.

; ; "There we have it," Valentine said gravely. "Nocturnal 'talks' ; and teenage yearnings - our trigger!"

; ; "But what can we do?" Mrs. Bedlow finally implored. "How can we ; stop it?"

; ; Valentine sat down facing her and took her hands. He fixed her ; eyes with his own.

; ; "I haven't told you everything, Mrs. Bedlow," he said.

; ; I felt a tremor trip down my spine. The sky outside our study ; seemed to darken. Shadows coiled in the haunted corners of the ; dimly lit room.

; ; "There are certain powers and dominions in our universe," ; Valentine said. "I can only say that they come from outside, and ; they are inimical to humanity. Vast, dark, powerful, and timeless. ; They wait at the threshold to reclaim the world that once was ; theirs. Sometimes we catch glimpses of their manifestations in this ; plane of existence. They travel in many shapes, all hideous. They ; come howling and clawing through our blackest dreams, feeding on our ; fears and doubts.

; ; "They are known by many names: The Old Ones, Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, ; Haster, The Mysteries, and many others; Lurkers in the earth or ; beyond the barriers of time, space and dimension. I have dedicated ; my life to fighting them. They destroyed the only woman I have ever ; loved, and now they are attempting to take possession of the Horney ; Chamber. They will try to use its energies to create a portal, ; a doorway through which they can crossover and enter our world en ; masse."

; ; "But my daughter..." Mrs. Bedlow began. Valentine silenced her ; with a gesture.

; ; "Your daughter, your husband, and the others are nothing more than ; raw meat to The Mysteries," he said. "They are using their coital ; energies in order to bring the room up to full potential. When they ; have exhausted all the possible combinations of the human frame, The ; Mysteries will push them beyond the limits of the flesh. They will ; become expressions of raw, unfathomable desire, without stable form."

; ; The hair on the nape of my neck bristled as I became cognizant of ; what we were up against.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow began sobbed uncontrollably.

; ; "What are we going to do?" she somehow managed to choke out.

; ; Valentine stood up.

; ; "Your going to stay here, well away from the house," he said. ; Then, looking at me he said, "We are going to take the fight to The ; Mysteries."

; ; I think I will always remember Valentine the way he was at that ; moment. It is the picture of him that I will carry with me to the ; grave: Valentine, framed by the window, cast like a statue in shadow ; and light. His hawklike, scarred face, his leonine hair, his angular ; shoulders bent with a burden of melancholy. This memory remains ; clear, like a daguerreotype of a long-lost perfect day. And, in my ; mind, he will never fade or grow old.

; ; "The play is cast," Valentine dramatically entoned as he picked ; up his bag and donned his hat, heading for the door.

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; ;

Chapter 2

; ; ; From accounts gathered later, under the looming entanglements of ; Scotland Yard, Valentine's disquieting conjectures were born out. ; Whereas the ardorous compulsions of the weird room in the Bedlow's ; home took their toll on all those who came under it spell, as ; Valentine so indubitably surmised, what led to the heinous events ; that transpired in The Rutting Room, and triggered its activation, ; were the sardonic actions of Dr. Bedlow.

; ; The doctor had watched the Imogen and Giselle growing up over the ; years. Even though he had been raised to be a sophisticated ; gentleman, his wandering eye had taken note when the girls had first ; begun to flower into young ladies. He later deduced that the fits of ; giggling that sometimes afflicted the girls were the results of their ; having provoked arousal in others, yet instead of discouraging this ; behaviour, he deploringly gave himself over to encouraging it in ; them.

; ; Imogen and Giselle Barnes shaired many things in common. To be ; sure, they were both very pretty, nay, downright stunning for their ; age. Giselle was a lithe, starry-eyed, perky little blonde, who wore ; her hair in adorable pigtails. Whereas, Imogen, was a sleek, ; long-limbed, sultry-eyed, raven-haired vision of teenage beauty.

; ; The simple fondness the two girls shaired, namely the use of ; their innocent looking smiles and adolescent sensuality to get ; others to do things for them, is not wholly without significance to ; the tragic events that transpired. They had talked about it many ; times before and agreed that it gave them the biggest thrill when ; they knew someone was getting excited by watching them dance and ; play. Both still young, their innocent playfulness was unfortunately ; taken to be an almost adult love of flirting, especially by the ; likes of Dr. Bedlow and Giselle's father.

; ; ; So on a crisp autumn day, only a few days weeks before Mrs. ; Bedlow called upon the services of Valentine and myself, the girls ; were feeling quite giddy and decided to play a little game with ; Imogen's father. They had noticed the funny way he looked at them at ; times, and had even seen a mysterious bulge growing in his trousers. ; They had always been told that "Curiousity killed the cat," but they ; also knew that cat's had 9 lives.

; ; Upon arriving home from school with her friend that afternoon, ; Imogen invited her father up to her room to judge the routines they ; were practicing for cheerleading tryouts. Dr. Bedlow had readily ; agreed, like a fish taking the shiny little bait offered to it, ; hoping to get a peek or two at the lithe bodies of the cute teenage ; girls.

; ; Following them up to Imogen's bedroom, the girls proceeded to ; wiggle and cavort around as Imogen's father stared at the pretty ; girls in their school uniforms. They noticed the same queer look on ; his face as he continued watching them, how he was mostly looking at ; Imogen as she practiced a few of the cheerleading routines with ; Giselle. He was focusing on how well her white panties were defined ; beneath her pleated skirt, how the little round cheeks of her fanny ; were perfectly molded by the stretchy lace material.

; ; Dr. Bedlow's heart sinfully raced as he lusted to see more of ; them. They looked so sexy as they slithered about the room. Soon his ; prick had grown so much so that it was obvious in his trousers. ; However, his given his erudite manner, he made a pretense for his ; condition by attempting to rest the blame for his arousal on the ; girls themselves.

; ; "Imogen!!! Stop this very moment, will you? I am dreadfully ; sorry, but I simply can not have a daughter of mine seen acting so... ; adult in public."

; ; Imogen stopped dead in her tracks. A pouting lipped look of ; disappointment coming over her face.

; ; "But Pappa! People can't see anything! I'm completely covered."

; ; "Yes, you are completely covered, however the way you move, spin, ; and bend around like cats reveals your undergarments immodestly! "

; ; Imogen and Giselle giggled when he said that, noticing the large ; lump in his trousers even as he protested. Then, they both started ; meowing and slinking around, pretending to be a couple of stray ; alley cats like they had been accused of being. Giselle purred as ; she rubbed up against Dr. Bedlow, her pigtail accidentally brushing ; up against the bulge in his trousers. Imogen leapt onto her bed and ; started crawling around on the mattress, showing off her panty clad ; fanny, knowing that the little cleft at the fork of her legs was ; clearly defined in her tight, white panties.

; ; Dr. Bedlow weakly tried pushing Giselle away as she slithered ; around him, but the feeling of Giselle's soft body against him ; was a forbidden pleasure that he knew he could not refuse. His rock ; hard member started leaking juices and a growing spot appeared on ; his trousers. There was no way he could hide it, and since he ; refused to leave, under the room's evocation, the girls increasingly ; could not help wondering what caused it.

; ; Giselle kept purring as she slank around him on all fours, ; rubbing her face, shoulders and arse up against him. Mesmerized by ; the sensuous touch of her body as she rubbed against him, all the ; while watching his daughter as she slank cat-like around on the bed, ; he was began to embrace the impossible thoughts of pedophilia.

; ; Imogen rolled over on her back, and slid her hands seductively up ; over the starched white blouse that hid her breasts. She then moved ; them down along the contours of her sides to her waist, and even ; down beneath her plaid skirt to trace the moist folds in their midst, ; smiling as she beheld the nearly painful expression on her father's ; face.

; ; Dr. Bedlow knew rightly that he had to stop this madness, but his ; own aberrant lust for the teenage girls made him stand fast. Giselle ; let her own wayward curiousity finally get the best of her. Moving ; her hands slowly up the inseam of his trousers, and began lightly ; teasing the straining mystery that bulged so. Just as he had wickedly ; had longed for, the unhindered girl found the buttons of his fly and ; began working them open, one by one.

; ; Dr. Bedlow shut his eyes, trembling with indecent pleasure as he ; felt the girl's warm hand tentatively reached into the shadows of ; his crotch and touch his flagrant erection. He sighed, nodding for ; her to continue as her fingers wrapped around the throbbing breadth ; of his rigid manhood and pulled it out into the light.

; ; Puffed up with arrogant pride, Dr. Bedlow's penis towered up out ; of his open trousers, glistening with the slick juices of his ; shameful desire. Caught up in the spell of the room, Giselle and ; Imogen unchastely cooed as at last they discovered what it was that ; had been mysteriously hiding behind the bulging trousers. Under Dr. ; Bedlow's instruction, Giselle ran the pigtails of her luscious ; blonde hair back and forth over the bulging veined length of his ; throbbing cock. He then debased himself and the girls even further ; by convincing Giselle to kiss its hoary crown.

; ; As soon as Dr. Bedlow felt Giselle press her powty lips to his ; swollen cockhead, he knew he was beyond all hope of redemption. Yet, ; he unconscionably swayed himself into believing that every act of ; indecency, every untoward liberty he planned to take with the girls, ; was justified, since his wife had grown cold to sex over the years ; of their marriage. It had been many months since a woman had even ; touched him there, so even though Giselle and his daughter were ; just young teenagers, he found he could not resist the temptation ; to help himself to their charms.

; ; Giselle lavished the wickedly oozing shaft of flesh with warm ; kisses. Then, per Dr. Bedlow's urging, she took it into her mouth, ; the sweet pink lips of her mouth wedged rudely aside as the thick ; jutting shaft entered. It took her a little practice to do what ; she was told, but soon she swallowed his fat pole down her little ; throat like an ice pop. Back and forth she worked her lips over his ; shaft, and under his stern tuttalage, swirled her tongue around the ; bloated head, then back to lightly tounging its angry length.

; ; Imogen laying on her back, her fingers rubbing the moist folds ; through her white panties, began verbally urging them on as well.

; ; "Look at me, Pappa! I am almost grown up! Do I look cute? Is ; prancing around in my little schoolgirl outfit too much for you? ; I just love how my panties hug...every...inch of me! See? See how ; pretty my legs and fanny are? And my little tummy...so flat. My ; titties are getting big too! Mmmmmmm... It feels so divine when I ; rub myself here between my legs, like you told me to!!!"

; ; As Dr. Bedlow watched Imogen diddling herself through her wet ; panties he was even more emboldened by her still teasingly covered ; body. The rational part of his brain was swept aside by his less ; than fatherly passion as he watched her. At the same time he felt ; Giselle's budding breasts through her top, absent mindedly tweaking ; her nipples until they were hard points. The taboo eroticism of the ; revelry quickly churned up a fire in his belly that was close to ; boiling over.

; ; His knees almost buckled, his penis swelled even larger as he ; drank in the heady sight of his little Imogen rubbing her clitoral ; nub vigorously through her panties. Then with a gutteral cry, his ; overly stimulated penis gave a fierce lurch, exploding dramatically ; into Giselle's warm suckling mouth, again and again and again.

; ; Hot semen streamed into the surprised teenager's mouth. Her lips ; and tongue became even more slippery as the swollen head disgourged ; the creamy white contents of his shuddering testes. A huge spurt ; then another surged into Giselle throat before she was able to pull ; away.

; ; "UHHHHH!" Dr. Bedlow groaned as waves of pleasure washed from his ; orgasming penis.

; ; "Oh! Dr. Bedlow! Your thing is spitting! Getting me all wet! Oh ; my! Look at all the white stuff shooting all over my school dress! ; Does it feel good to shoot it in my mouth and all over me?" Giselle ; taunted as she watched his seed spit unrestrained onto her.

; ; "Oh my, Pappa! Mmmmmm...Ohhhhhh!" Imogen purred as her hand ; suceeded in bringing her young body to a shuddering release.

; ; Dr. Bedlow staggered, weak in the knees, suddenly feeling even ; more drained than before, but managed to swear the girls to a ; secret pact, with promises of manyfold pleasures and wonderous ; treasures so great that their every appetite would be filled.

; ; While cleansing off the aftermath of the debaucherous oral ; servitude which he had convinced Giselle to perform on him, he ; noticed a trace of pink lipstick streaked across the crown of his ; member. Many a month had past since he had received such tender ; attention, and certainly never from those so young and sweet.

; ; Yet even so, tears of agony ran from his eyes as the true ; realization of what he had done later flooded into him. Close ; to suicide, as he had reached to retrieve his pistol from his ; bureau drawer to end his retched life, he had the strongest feeling ; that another presence was trying to insinuate itself into his mind. ; Collapsing onto his bed he fell fast asleep, not to awaken until ; late the next morn. ; ;

; ; In Dr. Bedlow's defense, he has sworn that up to this point he was ; completely culpable of the preceeding acts of pedophilia. However, ; from that point forward he swore he could not control his own ; actions. He has testified that, "Something extraordinary seized me. ; I swear that I would have done no more harm. I would have ended my ; life rather than do so. Neverthless, I was compelled to commit acts, ; both gross and unthinkable."

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; ; Late in the fog shrouded afternoon of the following day, Imogen ; had returned home from school. She was dressed in one of her shorter ; pleated catholic-school skirts with a clingy white top, a picture of ; sweet innocence. Dr. Bedlow, or what had become of him, ventured ; some light conversation with her.

; ; "How was school today, Imogen?" he asked, trying to sound normal, ; but knowing that he was no longer quite himself. She could tell, for ; though she looked the same, she was no longer the same naive little ; schoolgirl that she was the day before.

; ; "Much better than yesterday...Pappa," she whispered breathlessly ; into his ear. "I must practice some new cheerleading routines in a ; bit... Giselle will pop over after dinner, too. Would you care to ; judge my new moves?"

; ; He could not find words to say. His mind was awhirl with wants ; and desires that were too freakishly sexual to utter. On one hand ; he sincerely hoped that his actions on the previous day had not ; besmirched her to ruin, but on the the other, his loins ached to ; see her, to feel her, and press into her nakedness like a beast.

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; ; Mrs. Bedlow, much too busy with her daily activities, took no ; notice of what was happening right under her own roof. The only ; things she felt even slightly out of the ordinary in the days prior ; to the room's complete take over were: her husband's increased ; interest in making their daughter happy, and the frequency and ; vividness of the erotic dreams that plagued her sleep.

; ; Imogen had developed an almost unnatural ability to manipulate ; her father. "Pappa" when she wanted something, which now occured ; more often than not. Her sweet, innocent looks had driven him crazy ; for months, but as the room continued to draw its power from the ; hapless souls in the house, it reached a fever pitch.

; ; As Dr. Bedlow awaited Mrs. Bedlow's and their maid's preparation ; of their evening repast, Imogen came into the living room and took ; a seat directly across from her father. Dr. Bedlow, glancing up at ; her, quickly noticed that his daughter sat with her knees together ; and her feet apart. When no one except him was looking, she spread ; her thighs, apparently without thinking.

; ; Still somewhat in control of herself, Imogen then drew close to ; her father, affectionately sitting on his knee as they talked about ; her declining grades at school. As they continued to discuss the ; problem, she slithered further onto his lap, curling up with her ; fanny pressing softly against his groin. She was quickly rewarded ; by feeling his penis growing large underneath her. She had done ; this before, but never a word was said about it openly.

; ; It had been perfectly acceptable when she was younger, but the ; fact that she was becoming increasingly precocious about sexual ; matters made him extremely uneasy. In all fairness, Dr. Bedlow was ; beside himself, resisting as best he could the compounding urge to ; give in to oppressive sensuality that seemed to fill all his waking ; thoughts and dreams.

; ; The doctor knew that Imogen and Giselle were behaving in ways ; that were totally inappropriate for teenagers of their day and age, ; but as soon as they began their tease shows, all thoughts of putting ; an end to it, and Giselle's obedient oral ministrations, fled from ; him like water down a sewer pipe.

; ; After dinner Mrs. Bedlow retired for the evening, complaining of ; a sick headache, taking a sleeping powder that her husband prepared ; for her. It was then that through Imogen, The Rutting Room, made it ; fateful move.

; ; Under the pretense of improving her studies, Imogen was prompted ; into convincing her father to show her some books in their private ; library. The idea of taking on a mental challange, however small, ; sparked renewed hope in Dr. Bedlow that it might help clear his ; mind. So, passing through its thick wooden doors, Dr. Bedlow entered ; the dimly lit library.

; ; Practically on his heels, Imogen silently closed the doors as she ; followed him into the room, a room that just so happened to be ; directly below Imogen's bedroom!

; ; An invisible vortex of psycho-sexual energy whirled down into the ; open channel it found in the body of the teenage girl. Imogen, now ; an instrument of a will other than her own, practically threw her ; startled father down into a tall stuffed leather chair. Dr. Bedlow ; felt himself sinking down and pressed back into its padded cushions.

; ; Imogen smiled sweatly as she sat down across his left knee, ; wriggling her buns till they pressed into his lap. He was acutely ; aware of how warm her little crotch was as it bore softly down on ; his groin. Dr. Bedlow coughed as he looked nervously down at his ; pretty daughter's legs. The short plaid skirt seemed to barely ; covering her.

; ; As she sat there, talking to him about how naughty she had been, ; she began an almost imperceptible rocking movement on his lap that ; quickly made him aroused. The touch of Imogen's warm, lovely arse ; rocking so slowly on his lap made the blood vessels in his prick ; swell with suprising vigor.

; ; "Imogen," he whispered, "Your mother upstairs..."

; ; "Shhhhh..." she whispered soothingly back. "I just want to be ; near you, Pappa."

; ; Despite his reservations, his errant prick nudged up against her ; moving buttocks. The soft carresses made it quickly grow into a ; long, fat erection that pressed back at her, getting harder by each ; passing second. Imogen only sighed, drapped her arms around her ; father's neck, snuggling even closer to him. He was finding it ; impossible to cope with. He thought again about the incidents in ; Imogen's bedroom and his arousal redoubled.

; ; Under the manipulations of the bedroom, Imogen's cultured ; inhibitions were completely subjugated, replaced by the most overtly ; promiscuous feelings that it could evoke in her. Thus extorted by a ; force she could neither see nor evade, she excitedly spun, straddled ; her father's lap, and faced him.

; ; Leaning back on his knees, like a puppet on a string, she ; unbuttoned the starched white top she wore. Dr. Bedlow sucked in his ; breath as Imogen pulled open her shirt to reveal her youthful, bra ; clad breasts. His member throbbed in time with his heartbeat as she ; then unfastened the front clasp of the white bra that cupped the ; pert curves of her round little breasts. Dr. Bedlow gasped as her ; teenage titties jiggled as they bounded free of their restraint.

; ; His already aroused state quadrupled as he gaped at her bare ; breasts, thrusting outward from her slender frame. The incestual ; lust coursing through him like a flame was fanned into a roaring ; fire as he watched her pink nipples pop erectly to attention in the ; wafting air. But, what Imogen did next sent her father right over ; the edge.

; ; Running the tip of her tongue over her lips, she gathered up the ; hem of her skirt, and lifted it in a sudden move, a move that ; entirely exposed her naked pinkness of her qwim to his hungry eyes.

; ; Secretly having removed her panties earlier, she giggled as her ; father's eyes grew wide as he beheld her shaved pussy, clearly ; visible to him for the first time. Rotating her hips in circles on ; his trouser trapped member, her juices glistened, becoming ; intimately apparent on the soft protruding lips of her hairless ; mons.

; ; Bedlow's eyes darted to and fro, greedily drinking up the bare ; flesh of his daughter, the room prodding the unthinkable into both ; of their minds. Soon the fact that it was his own flesh and blood ; made no difference. Bare flesh was now before him, so sensuously ; revealed that the last shred of his reserve failed him utterly. Her ; creamy white skin and its satin smoothness begged for his caress.

; ; Feeling, as well as seeing, the pronounced tent in her father's ; pants, Imogen painstakingly unbuttoned the fly of his trousers, one ; button at a time. Dr. Bedlow's hands darted forward, grabbing and ; squeezed her perfect little mammaries. Her soft hand delicately ; stole into the opening of his fly, and took hold of the swollen ; flesh that was trapped there. Giving it a gentle squeeze that made ; him groan, without anymore hesitation Imogen tugged it out into the ; open.

; ; She relished the way her Pappa's eyes were rivoted to her, how ; his hands probbed evey inch of her growing titties, but was now even ; more impressed as his tumulscent cock pulsed in her small hands at ; her slightest movement. Reluctantly letting go of it, she slowly ; pivoted around so she faced away from him, smiling over the curve of ; her shoulder as she bent way over at the waist, hiked up her shirt, ; and backed up toward his granite hard muscle that jutted ominously ; out at her.

; ; "Imogen's been a very naughty girl," she breathed, "Pappa."

; ; With that said she slapped her naked ass with a hard whack of her ; hand, the sharp blow leaving the distinct red and white outline of ; her palm, maring the the smoothly unblemished skin of her bottom.

; ; "Imogen is going to be even naughtier," she purred, "Pappa."

; ; She then spat on her hand and rubbed it into the crack of her ; tight teenage arse. Pinching a finely shaped ass cheek aside with ; one hand, she reached between her legs with her other and grasped ; her father's stabbing upward rod, and began rubbing its leaking head ; all around her tiny puckered anus. Shaking her hips, she slowly ; tried to wriggle herself back onto the terrible length.

; ; "It is so wicked, but the idea keeps haunting me," Imogen said as ; the swollen head of his prick strove to batter past the tightness of ; her sphincter muscles. "I feel I must have it," she panted.

; ; Stiffling a scream, Imogen shook her head wildly causing her ; ponytail to dance about her shoulders as the indomitably hard crown ; of her father's prick inched itself past the clenched entry of her ; virginal rectum.

; ; "Bloody...hell...Imogennn...Ohhhhh!" Dr. Bedlow groaned as his ; nyphomaniacal little girl wriggled her ass inch by inch down onto ; the straining shaft of his erection.

; ; It was much too tight a fit. Trying to force something so large ; into something so small obscenely crushed and covered his cock with ; light brown flecks of feces, but sunken to the depths of depravity ; he now found himself in, it was of no concern. His thoughts shifted ; from the incredible feel and sight of the girl that forced herself ; down onto his aching prick, to the torment that filled his mind, ; rebuking him for sodomizing his own child, then to prayers that this ; would go on... forever!

; ; "Uhhh... So big!" she cried. "Oh, Pappa! It feels like it's ; splittting me in two!"

; ; "Just relax," he gasped. "Relax and enjoy the ride."

; ; Dr. Bedlow felt the sphincters clutching his pole stretch as ; he fed another couple of inches into the hot depths of her bowels. ; Imogen then began rocking forward until his cock was about to fall ; out, then rocked backward again, taking another inch up her rear.

; ; He wanted her to take all of him, teaching her a lesson about the ; consequences of teasing, to boot! So, grasping her by the swells of ; her hips, he thrust the last couple of inches as far up into her ; belly as he could.

; ; "Oh God!" she screamed out in agonized pleasure, "It hurts, but I ; love it so much! Ram it home, Pappa! Mmmmm... Uhh...Ohh...Uhhh..."

; ; They began moving in earnest, like a well oiled machine, one part ; old the other new. Thrust and counter-thrust. The tempo increasing ; to a white hot level of intensity.

; ; On the precipice of light and darkness, Dr. Bedlow bellowed as ; his pounding member shuddered violently inside Imogen's posterior. ; The ache in his loins broke free like a dynamited dam. His penis ; orgasmed so powerfully in her clenched tight anal passage that his ; hips bucked up off the seat of the chair, ramming his length as deep ; as he could as it gushed out his seed like never before.

; ; On the other end of the stick as it were, Imogen's own body ; trembled as she felt the brutal pillar of flesh slam into her a ; final time, spraying her insides with its hot spunk. The quivering ; rapture of her body became a chaotic quake of delight as her own ; energies peaked and exploded from wildly thrashing form.

; ; "OHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH!! OHHHHHHHH!!!" she cried, tears forming ; veritable rivers that ran down her cheeks.

; ; Dr. Bedlow's mind was suddenly spinning like a kaleidoscope. Then ; it seemed to shatter, like a stained glass window dropped from a ; great height. He never felt more drained in his life, but then a ; strange euphoria unlike anything he had ever known seemed to whirl ; down his spent prick, filling him completely, pressing him on.

; ; "I can't wait any longer," Imogen panted as she ground to a halt. ; "I have a gift for you, Pappa. I feel as if I must give you my ; dearest possession of all - my virginity!"

; ; His mind reeled as the most debased words to ever come out of his ; daughter's mouth echoed in his bedazzled brain. As she leapt off of ; the preturnatural stiffness of his erect cock, threw open the doors, ; and ran for the stairs, the pounding in his penis grew terrible. He ; felt compelled to run after her, not noticing the maid watching as ; he bounded up the stairs after Imogen, his incestually erect cock ; obscenely leading the way.

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; ; Dr. Bedlow lay on his back, his hard, manly body a strange ; contrast to the frilly sheets and decor of his daughter's bedroom. ; The air of the room had an urgent erotic aura to it which insinuated ; itself into his mind, pushing aside all thoughs save those of heated ; fornication. He stared in amazed disbelief right up at Imogen's ; spread wide labia, visually appreciating the view as she spread her ; incestual "present" directly over his painful erect cock.

; ; Her own mind a tempest of conflicting emotions, she gave in to ; the incessant thrum of the room's desires. The swollen, oozing penis ; seemed frighteningly gigantic in her tiny fist, but she lowered ; herself down to it, nonetheless. Wiping the big drooling head up and ; down her own moist slit, the cock wetly shined with the unholy ; mixture of their juices. Lowering herself a little more, she let the ; lips of her labia slowly part around the head of the penis, wiggled ; it around in the entrance of her tight, virginal vagina.

; ; "I was saving my virginity for marriage," she tearily said. "But ; I must do it now! Are you ready for me, Pappa?!"

; ; "Yesssss", he hissed with the painful pressure of his semen ; filled insides.

; ; It was as if the darkest, most wickedly erotic fantasies of their ; hearts were forced to the surface. They were driven over the edge ; into a hopelessly lust filled delirium. Balanced only by her legs, ; Imogen gently lowered her pussy onto his rampantly aroused rod, ; letting gravity force herself down onto the bloated pillar of flesh ; and blood. Like a virgin maiden, sacrificed to a god of fertility in ; the dim mists of prehistoric past, she felt it press against the ; tender resistance of her virginity.

; ; Holding her breath as she concentrated, she finally relaxed the ; muscles around the head of his prick, and gritting her teeth, she ; pushed down harder, the added force making the big dick spear just a ; tiny bit deeper into her. Then, with a blur of movement that only an ; exceptionally limber girl could do, her legs darted out from under ; her and she was cruely impaled on her father's throbbing muscle.

; ; Despite her gritted teeth, Imogen screamed as she felt the wicked ; shaft of his penis rip through her thin hymen and plow all the way ; up to her cervix!

; ; The room was far from soundproofed, so her terrible wail, coupled ; with Dr. Bedlow's loud roar of animal lust resounded down the ; hallway. Imogen's eyes rolled back in her head as she thrashed, ; speared to the core by the jutting prick. Bedlow reeled with the ; most intense sensations he had ever felt in his life, the soft flesh ; of his darling daughter's deepest insides wrapped completely around ; his prick.

; ; The terrific pain of so sudden and complete a violation changed to ; whimpered cries as the room twisted the girl's disassociated mind ; into believing that it felt good. They were soon followed by groans ; of ecstacy that escaping from her lips as the 9 inch cock skewered ; her teen pussy like a shishkabob. Her own weight had driven it ; into her, and she blinked through tear flowing eyes as she felt the ; tightness of her cannal clutching the huge, hard monster that was ; so far up inside her. Her teenaged mons clasped and squeezed the ; stiff shaft like a glove that was three sizes too small.

; ; Leaving it buried all the way inside her for what seemed like ; hours, she eventually got use to the size. Pulling her ankles up to ; either side of her head as her father's strong hands, as if knowing ; her desire, held her in place and started to slowly raise and lower ; her on and off his straining, purple veined prick.

; ; He relished the vision and sensations as he fucked Imogen's ; little body on and off of his brutish organ. She was so cute, so wet, ; so tight, so hot! Highly charged erotic energies bristled in the ; room till he could think of nothing, save the slapping of their ; seathing flesh. She gasped in shock as he pushed her all the way ; off, then slammed her back down, a steady motion beginning.

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; ; In the haze of their of incestual rutting, they failed to see the ; alarmed house maid push open the door, gasping in wide-eyed horror ; as she witness the impossible perversion that was going on. The ; really bizarre thing about it all was that when they finally saw her ; standing across the room, even though they felt guilty at being ; found out, another more dominating power pushed aside their ; concerns. All that mattered was the rut.

; ; With each downward thrust, the upper surface of his massive organ ; rubbed against the young girl's distended little clit, and with each ; withdrawal the delicate inner lips of her vulva clung wetly to its ; surface so that they extended beyond the plump outer lips.

; ; By altering the angle of her upward and downwardly plunging ; vagina, she was able to increase the friction between his shaft and ; her now-exposed tiny bundle of nerves, and he could tell from the ; change in her breathing that this extra stimulation was raising her ; to new heights of pleasure. Each slow, deliberate thrust onto his ; long prick brought a low moan from Imogen's throat.

; ; "Mmmmm... I feel as if you're shoving it up my throat!" Imogen ; gasped, looking deep into her pappa's eyes. "I know this is wrong, ; but it feels so good when it slides in and out of me like this."

; ; Her feet now flexing on the sheet on either side of his hips, she ; raised and lowered herself, transmitting a delightful milking motion ; to Dr. Bedlow's aching organ.

; ; "Oh Yes! Oh...Uhh!" she cried as another thought flash into her. ; "Suck my breasts, Pappa!"

; ; Bedlow obediently raised his head and began sucking one of her ; nipples, drawing it deep into his mouth and massaging it with his ; tongue and lips. This, Imogen found intensely pleasurable and ; she began to build to a huge climax.

; ; Forcing her pubic mound tightly down against the base of his ; organ that was so deeply thrusting within her, she rapidly ; approached the ecstasy of climax.

; ; "Uhhhmmmm...so close!" she whimpered.

; ; Imogen had been screwing him for a good ten minutes when her body ; shuddered, and her vagina tightened even more around his cock. Her ; beautiful blue eyes grew wide in surprise and and then rolled up ; under their lids as spasm after spasm of pleasure surged through her ; genitals. Her clitoris pushed itself even more boldly from its ; protective sheath as she ground it into his groin. Her senses shot ; off into the starry-eyed oblivion of orgasm, the likes of which ; she'd never imagined before... the room seeking more and more...

; ; She cried out continually, "OHHHHHH!!!! OHHHHHHH!!!...SOOOOO... ; GOOOOD! SOOOOO...GOOOOD!" Tremendous feelings shaking her body like ; an earthquake, making her scream and writhe.

; ; His hands kneaded her gravity defying tits, still unable to ; believe how firm they were, rolling her hard nipples between his ; fingers and thumbs as she came, her sweet juices flooding his now ; violently upward stabbing cock. He had given up trying to hold back ; any longer, he had to shoot his sperm!

; ; Imogen slammed up and down harder and harder, working to get him ; to shoot off, her tight inner muscles milking his throbbing organ. ; She finally heard a loud grunt peel out from his parted lips, ; signaling that a terrific orgasm had seized him.

; ; "I'M...GOINNNGGG...TOOO...CUMMMMM..." he yelled.

; ; Just as Dr. Bedlow approached the very pinnacle of full blown, ; gut-wrenching, cum-blasting orgasm, Imogen pushed herself off his ; jerking shaft, sat back on his legs, and began yanking his ; shuddering penis with both of her little hands.

; ; "SHOOT, PAPPA! SHOOT FOR ME!!!" she cried, the fingers of one ; hand clenching down like a vice as she ferociously pumped his prick, ; while the fingers of her other hand frantically diddled her clitorus.

; ; Dr. Bedlow gushed like a geyser, the fluids from his cock rushing ; out of him with the force of an avalanche coming down a mountain! ; His first volley of semen nearly hit the ceiling as his back arched ; and he screamed in climax.

; ; "MYYYY...GOD! UHHHHH...UHHHHH...OHHHHHHHHH!!!" he cried at ; the top of his lungs.

; ; Imogen was so excited that orgasm after orgasm began surging ; through her like she was being dashed between the rocks and the ; crashing waves of a convulsing sea. She thrash about in abandon as ; her father's huge penis, like a beserk firehose, spewed out his ; hot manly seed, which came down on their heaving, sweating flesh ; like obscene rain.

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Chapter 3

; ; The light inside the Bedlow house had taken on a curious red ; cast. The air seethed in a bloody miasma that caught in the back of ; the throat and reeked of sweat and sex.

; ; "Will we be strong enough to fight it?" I asked. Already my penis ; was pounding at the buttoned door of my trousers, stiffening ; frightfully into a massive club. My mind was flashing though every ; erotic sight and sound that I had ever experienced, seen or heard, ; both glorious and loathsome.

; ; "This is only a perimeter effect," he said. "The real power is in ; the room itself. It's anchored itself to the house in order to ; function more effeciently as a gateway for The Mysteries. And that ; we must prevent at all costs from happening."

; ; As we were ready to enter the open door, another carriage came ; quickly trudging up the deserted cobblestone street. The door swung ; open and Mrs. Bedlow stepped out. A wary look of determination ; covered her beautiful face.

; ; "But you were supposed to..." I began.

; ; "I'm an adult woman, sir. We all know that quite intimately!" she ; interjected. "And I'm not about to let you two tackle that bloody ; room alone. I want my daughter back!"

; ; Valentine paused, looking Mrs. Bedlow over, perhaps a little bit ; longer than he normally would have, as if he were sizing her up. He ; then turned on his heels and stoically climbed the stairs.

; ; As we climbed the stairs, the sound of the room became louder. It ; was moaning. A deep bass tone vibrated through the walls and floor ; then up into me, causing my penis to twitched almost uncontrollably. ; Mrs. Bedlow leaned against me as we advanced, seeking some support ; herself for what it was doing to her.

; ; "I'm afraid, Valentine," I admitted. "I can feel itself ; insinuating its way into me. What if I can't control myself?"

; ; "Then try to enjoy it," he grimly said.

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; ; Finally we stood outside the door to The Rutting Room. More aptly ; put, we ached outside the door. Valentine brandished his bag and ; reached inside, transferring a number of items to his pockets. He ; selected a brace of Band-Aids from a silver-plated tin.

; ; "I'll be looking beyond the veil," he said. "You must be my eyes ; if I need a description of the events on this plane." Thus saying, ; he fixed the strips of sticking plaster over his eyelids.

; ; I wiped my brow and reached out to pick up Valentine's bag, ; fighting the insistant urge to instead grab Mrs. Bedlow, throw her ; to the ground and mount her. As I painfully bent over, I felt a ; feather light touch on the rear of my trousers.

; ; Behind me, Mrs. Bedlow was fighting hard to resist the temptation ; of the flesh. Yet, her nipples and clitorus were throbbing madly, ; feeling to her as if they were growing like the nose of a fictional ; lying wooden puppet.

; ; "Ready?" he said, as I exchanged a glance with Mrs. Bedlow. She ; ran her hands over her swelling chest, the buttons of her top neared ; the bursting point, her tits straining to pop free. I was suffering ; from an acute case of priapism, my own erection seemed to have ; magnified to truly prodigious proportions, literally trying to tear ; its way through my buttoned pants.

; ; Before I could choke out a reply, the door was open and we were ; swept into the Bacchanalian orgy of the damned.

; ; The first thing I saw was the young constable. His body was no ; longer his own and had become a mere engine of focused lust. The ; Mysteries had worked their enchantments upon his flesh and ; transformed it to suit their own ghastly purpose. His body seethed, ; like a bag of skin filled with serpents. His nose had turned into a ; small stiff penis with staring eyes on either side. His eyebrows had ; grown together into a thick pubic mass at the crown of this ; rudimentary prick. His tongue had lengthened considerably, thrashing ; from his transformed face, flicking thick saliva onto the bodies of ; his fellow revelers.

; ; Heavy extrusions surged out of the constable's torso, searching ; for receptive orifices before subsiding back into his rippling ; musculature. His penis was a nightmarish vision to behold. It had ; grown into a huge, slick shining, one-eyed whale of a prick, that ; dripped and oozed, splattering everything around it with its sticky ; fluids. Radiating out from around the base of this leviathan dick ; were branching cat-o'-nine tail cock-like tentacles that flailed ; about, penetrating feminine mouths, pussies, rectums, and the very ; walls of the room with indiscriminate passion. His balls looked like ; victims of extreme elephantiasis; they had swollen so large that ; they dragged the floor like cannonballs as he moved.

; ; Giselle was pounding her fist repeatedly into the gaping, ; slavering cunt hole that the housemaid, Sarah Jane, had become. When ; I caught a closer glimpse of the girl's hand, I realized that it too ; had suffered a monsterous change, becoming a blunt, oozing phallus. ; Giselle's tits had also grown incredibly large since I last was able ; to appreciate them; they were now the size of a watermellons, lewdly ; bouncing and mashing into her lovers. Her erect nipples stood out ; like small penises, milky fluid dribbling from them.

; ; The maid had been transformed into an enormous, cock hungry, ; glistening maw of a cunt. Her pussy had expanded so much that it now ; enveloped her thighs and torso up to her pulsing tits. Her huge tits ; had changed into a strangely mixed-up combination of mammary glands ; and clitoral tissue, double clitoruses topping the sides of her wet, ; beconing slit. At the center of her transformed tit-clits small ; vaginas had formed where her nipples had been, Giselle's nipple ; penises fucked in and out of them, creamy liquid flowing from their ; bizarre mating dance. Out of Sarah's mouth a very long, wet tongue ; flicked about, teasing her double clits. Her altered tongue switched ; to repeatedly stab into her own wet gash and then into Giselle's ; flesh pot.

; ; Imogen, and the other men thankfully were not so radically ; altered, but I could not help but be aware of the way in which their ; skin seemed to slide and flow. Imogene's lips were stretched widely ; open, sucking strongly on her father's two goliathan cocks. Dr. ; Bedlow floundered beneath his daughter's bucking body, his anguished ; face buried in her hot dripping snatch. One of the constable's ; tentacle cocks wormed between them, tit fucking her heaving, ; basketball-sized breasts. Giselle's father held her ass cheeks ; wedged widely apart and rode his own barber pole sized shaft up her ; rectum like a runaway trolly.

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; ; This then was the grotesque scene that greeted me when I entered ; the room. I will not lie; I wanted to retch from witnessing the ; vilest scenes of depravity and degradation I have ever known, but at ; the same time I was fascinated by the bizarre strangeness. I must ; admit that the ten-fold increase in my arousal pushed me to the ; threshold of my self-control. Here was pure flesh, pure desire, set ; free of all restraint and civility, given uninhibited expression. ; Here all the erotic impulses that drive the human animal were here ; distilled and unleashed.

; ; The room itself was no less active than its occupants. Every ; object strained at the limits of its construction. Chairs, tables, ; candles, toys, furnishings: All these things ached with a newly ; revealed eroticism, each attempting to form of its substance some ; representation of a vagina, a breast, or a cock. The walls, floor, ; and ceiling were alive. They were suffused with a rosy glow, they ; extended stalagmite dildoes upon which the room's female occupants ; pleasured themselves. Vibrating gashes blinked open in the walls, ; dripping with cunt juice, exhorting the eager men and women to fill ; them.

; ; Forcing my eyes closed, my mind and body shuddered. I could not ; tell if I was in Heaven or Hell. My cock pulsed horribly and just as ; I felt it would surely rip through the front of my trousers, there ; was a quick movement behind and around me. Mrs. Bedlow lost control; ; In outrageous lust she had fiercely yanked my trousers and boxers ; down to my ankles. Wrapping both of her hands around my hugely ; outstretched member, she began to pump it.

; ; Everything was fine. The soft motion of her hands on my swollen ; organ felt so right, so good. No, beyond good.

; ; Glancing at Valentine, blindly surveying the room, I fought to ; think, tried to describe what I was seeing. I knew that he saw ; something quite different. His "sealed vision" permitted him to ; penetrate to the hidden nature of things. He saw the naked room.

; ; "My God!" I heard him say. "The taint runs deep..."

; ; He raised his bandaged hand toward the tall, narrow windows on ; the far side of the room. The windows themselves had become wide ; open slits, beautiful vaginas who's large labia were fashioned from ; the very fabric of the lacy curtains that had hung in a girl's ; bedroom.

; ; I forced myself to look beyond the carnal chaos of those ; vibrating windows, as fliting, urgent hands wrapped tighter around ; the breadth of my pounding penis, pulling and stroking in ; sympathetic beat to that of the room. Instead of chimneys and ; treetop and clouds, I found an obsidian sky, filled with strange ; liquid stars. Silhouetted against these dream constellations, I ; discerned vast structures. The windows of these threatening ; buildings were lit with a wholly different spectrum of unearthly ; colors. The buildings spat vast streamers of aurorae into the sky, ; and I heard strange sounds, like liver slapping against unhewn ; stone, which fill me with dread to this day.

; ; For just a moment, it seemed, I was granted a vision of a world ; beyond all known philosophies. A world where amniotic seas raged ; through living cities. Where vast things lurched and slithered.

; ; "What is that place?" I croaked. "What are those buildings?"

; ; "They're not just buildings," Valentine said, as he began to ; unwrap the stained bandages that covered his left hand.

; ; It pains me to confess that, at that moment, I lost all control.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow pulled me back and I fell. The room roared and fluxed ; around me, and I raised my head to see Mrs. Bedlow had been joined ; by her daughter. Four wet hands enshrouded the frightfully large ; visage of my cock had become, pumping fanatically up and down like ; they might have been trying to churn milk into butter. Mrs. Bedlow ; held my fleshy pillar in her hands as Imogen's slippery lips ; fastened around the angrily swollen knob of my huge erection.

; ; I bucked my hips up to slide in and out of her warm mouth, ; feeling strange open spaces at the back of her throat. As her tongue ; swabbed the peach-sized head of my cock, two more tongues slid out ; of the holes in the back of her throat, bathing and wrapping ; themselves around my bloated length. As she she gorged herself on ; me, I found my fingers were buried deeply in her mother's vagina. ; Fringing her off, I could feel the muscles of her pussy tense and ; suck at my hand.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow leaned over into me, her magnificant tits had swelled ; so much that they had torn completely free of her binding blouse. ; She rubbed and smooshed their heavenly softness against my chest as ; I helped her divest me of my remaining clothing. Her tongue dove ; into my mouth, seeking mine as Imogen forced her head down onto ; my now goliath priapian cock like a sword swallower at the circus, as ; if she had been doing it for years.

; ; Dr. Bedlow was a wreak of his former self. His own penis had ; grown very long and thick, but the travesty that racked his flesh ; the most was the second prick that now jutted out below the upper. ; His hands each encircled one of his dicks, beating his drooling ; members to a purple color, as he stared transfixed at Imogen. ; Imogen's arse was raised high in the air as she swallowed every ; last inch of me. Like a ripe fruit that begged to be plucked, Dr. ; Bedlow suddenly launched himself at her. Her own father's dreadfully ; large, raw looking cocks took her from behind, impaling both her ; tight anus and the dripping slit of her pussy. Wicked grins of ; pleasure crossed both of their faces as he tore into her with a ; titan's zeal.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow's excited, lactating nipples writhed upon my chest ; and loins as I saw Giselle and her father joining our orgy. As my ; fist continued pounding in and out of Mrs. Bedlow, Giselle Barnes ; approached her from the rear. Prying apart her ass cheeks, Giselle ; forced her oozing cock-fist into Mrs. Bedlow's arse. Meanwhile, Mr. ; Barnes took up a position behind Giselle and shoved one of his own ; bifurcating penises up his little girl's anus, horribly stretching ; wide her sphincter muscles, while he simultaneously rammed his other ; cock deep into her hot, fluid dripping vagina.

; ; Abandoning myself to the delirious, tidal flow of the bewitching ; room, I felt like my penis was hard enough to turn to steel in the ; reddish electromagnetic field of lust that pulsated through our ; bodies.

; ; The gigantic spasming cunt that Sarah Jane had become, and the ; tentacle-ringed, whale cocked monstrosity that had once been a ; constable, thrashed violently together. His oozing cock tentacles ; whipped wildly around, then coiled around her huge, double ; clit-tits. Pulling her huge slavering cunt towards his behemoth ; drooling prick, pure masculinity and pure femininity met and locked ; in a bizarre primeval embrace of sexual copulation.

; ; The two sexual forms embraced in a riot of motion, pounding into ; each other with tremendous force and energy. The deafening sound ; of wet flesh slapping against wet flesh became horrifically loud as ; the huge penis and the grasping maw of a vagina slammed over and ; over into each other. They seemed to be searching out the depths of ; one another, probing, wriggling, bending, clutching and stretching ; in unbelievably obscene ways, a hideous expression of pure erotic ; sensuality.

; ; Watching the spectacle closer, the altered forms of the maid and ; the constable seemed to be fusing together somewhere in the center ; of the room, creating a new and fabulous organism. I saw the ; shrieking, deformed thing rearing up towards the ceiling and ; collapsing like a wave. It was beautiful and glorious, a living ; Henry Moore sculpture carved from oozing, thrusting flesh. It ; strained for heights of gratification I could scarcely imagine, and ; I watched it pass into the palpitating substance of the room itself. ; Then I collapsed, hovering on the bring of orgasm for what seemed ; like endless hours.

; ; Suddenly Imogen was torn away from me. I looked up through the ; red fog to see Valentine breaking up the mass orgy. He then pushed ; Giselle back against a wall. She tounged the air, pleading with him ; to abuse her. Calmly, Valentine removed a key from his pocket and ; placed it in the girl's mouth. Her eyes closed in bliss and she ; began to suck on the rusty key. Valentine ignored the hands that ; scrabbled at the belt of his trousers and turned the key in ; Giselle's mouth. I swear that I heard the clanking sound of an ; ancient lock. Giselle's eyes snapped open, like switchblades, and ; she began to scream.

; ; For a moment the spell was broken. Mrs. Bedlow grabbed Imogen's ; arm and made for the door.

; ; "Get them out of here!" Valentine shouted. I reached for my ; clothes to try and restore some dignity to my appearance, but found ; only shreaded remnants.

; ; "Forget your clothes!" he cried. "Just get them out!"

; ; Ignoring my nakedness, I managed to push the others out of the ; room and onto the landing.

; ; I paused at the threshold and turned. Valentine lifted his ; uncovered hand. It was withered terribly, like the hand of some ; mummified king. This, I knew, was another legacy of his most ; dreadful confrontation with The Mysteries. Angela had died and ; Valentine had lost the use of his hand. It had, however, become for ; him a potent object of power. He placed birthday-cake candles on the ; tips of each finger and lit them. Then he lifted his Hand of Glory ; in preparation for the final battle.

; ; "Valentine, for God's sake!" I whispered. "You can't fight them ; alone."

; ; "I'm not alone," he said. "Get out now, while you still can. The ; only way to stop them from coming through is to use the room's own ; power against them. It'll destroy you if you stay."

; ; The air was filling with viscous streamers. Pearly-white, like ; semen floating free of gravity, this substance filled the air around ; us. Thin tendrils glistened and sang.

; ; "They're coming!" he said.

; ; "I can't leave you to fight them alone..." I tried to say again.

; ; "Out!" he yelled, and the door blew shut in my face.

; ; "May God help you, Valentine," I whispered.

; ; There was a moment of calm in which I heard Imogen Bedlow weeping ; softly, and then a surge of power shook the walls and I was thrown ; down the stairs.

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; ; Recovering my senses, I saw that Imogen and Mr. Barnes were ; sprawled out on the landing in a yin yang position, their faces ; buried between each others wet thighs. Imogen's three tongues ; wrestled around his freakish siamese cock.

; ; Mrs. Bedlow was slamming herself up and down on her husbands ; freakish double cocks crying loudly, "Oh...you...bloody...oh... ; incestual...uhh...bastard! Oh...we...uhh...know...uhh...what...you... ; ahhhh...did...with...umm...poor...uhh...Imogen...yessss...before... ; ohhhh..." She spat and slapped at him even as she impaled herself ; repeated on his dual prongs, tears flowing like rivers. Her vicious ; slaps left red welted handprints on his face and chest as he gripped ; her hips and forcefully ground his long cocks up into both her ; vagina and rectum. A fearful grin crossed his face as she yelled and ; beat him.

; ; Giselle lay on her back in a depraved example of contortion; Her ; legs were bent far back, ankles crossed behind her neck. She was ; pounding the daylights out of herself with her grossly dripping ; cock-fist. Clutching a huge breast with her other hand, she milking ; it till creamy fluid shot out from her baby penis-sized nipples.

; ; Imogen backed up, dragging Mr. Barnes with her by his cocks, and ; mounted the stairway's blunt-ended wooden banister rail, her wet ; gash humping and mashed against its vibrating length.

; ; I desperately fought with the urge to join them.

; ; There was a great undulating sound from The Rutting Room and ; before I knew what I was doing, I had straddled the banister at the ; bottom of the stairs, aiming my throbbing olympian-sized erection up ; at Imogen's dripping cunt. The smacking noises my huge cock made as ; it slapped wetly against the railing succeeded in gaining her ; undivided attention.

; ; Grinning lasciviously, Imogen let go, quickly sliding down the ; slick wooden banister. I was almost sent flying across the floor as ; she powerfully impaled herself on the full length of my battering ; ram of a penis. Imogen let out a blood-curdling scream is the huge ; shaft suddenly plowed all the way into. Her magnificantly large, ; pointed breasts flopped around giddily as her momentum ground to a ; bone-jarring halt.

; ; I found myself running my hands over her luscious orbs, squeezing ; and pulling at her elongated nipples till milk flowed out freely. I ; felt the smooth, sweeping curve of her bucking thighs and ass ; cheeks, as I pushed and pulled her, forcing her wet pussy on and ; off my relentlessly pounding member.

; ; We rutted away like wild beasts for what seemed like long hours ; till my swollen penis was raw. My seed boiled and seethed inside my ; testes till it felt like it was backing up into my belly. She let ; out a roar of wicked delight that echoed my own as my body shook ; violently and blasted her insides with a tremendous amount of ; burning spew. As I ejaculated the undulating sound from the room ; itself intensified.

; ; The clobwebs momentarily cleared from my mind, and I dragged ; myself back up the stairs. I could not leave Valentine to his fate. ; But, as I passed by the grossly contorted form of Giselle, the human ; pretzel, my pulsing dick drew me over to her like a metal needle ; swinging to point at the north pole. She now hand her phallus-fist ; shoved up her ass. Her swollen, moist, pussy meat called for me to ; skewer it. I could not resist. Like some weird wet dream, I sank my ; enormous, blood engorged shaft deep into her. Fucking each other ; frantically, her cunt lips and inner muscles bit and crushed at my ; massive erection until I blew a massive load into her hungrily, semen ; craving quim.

; ; Trembling with pleasure I withdrew, feeling the thudding power of ; the room intensifying yet again. On wobbly legs, I again made for ; the door. My shaking hands grapped the tit-like thing the doorknob ; had become, and I opened the door.

; ; Of Sarah Jane and the young constable, no evidence remained, ; except for a shuddering cube of stressed flesh that was trying to ; move around the room.

; ; Valentine hung suspended and naked in the center of the room. He ; thrashed at the heart of a twitching web, a great spidery ; crucifixion. Filaments and protrusions extended from every corner ; of the room to penerate his mouth and rectum. His pelvis bucked and ; his penis slammed like a piston in and out of a soaking orifice that ; the room had manufactured for itself.

; ; "Valentine!" I shouted, but he did not respond. His body spasmed ; automatically. The far wall no longer existed, and in its place ; there was the vista of staggering abnormality, through which the ; monsterous "buildings" lurched. What looked like inhuman faces were ; scorched on the other walls. Leering, symbol drawings like forgotten ; glyphs appeared and were erased by unseen hands. The word "SUBMIT" ; was scrawled with some diarrheal substance that faded into bilious ; smoke. Saliva ran from the walls. I felt that I was being allowed to ; simply observe a battle that I could not comprehend.

; ; Looking up, I saw Valentine extend his flaming Hand of Glory. The ; tiny candles flared, and shredded paper began to rain down from the ; ceiling. The room's breathing grew more rapid and the walls flushed ; red. The same color spread across Valentine's skin like a rash. His ; own breathing was synchronized with that of the room. Together they ; ascended toward some inconcievable climax. The Mysteries reached ; into the room, spreading a scabbed, diseased shadow across the ; gaping windowsill.

; ; There was one ineffable moment when everything paused at once, ; and then Valentine threw back his head and screamed.

; ; It is to my eternal shame that I fled from the room and did not ; stay to help my friend. Instead I joined Mrs. Bedlow and the others ; for a final mesmeric orgy. Imogen's three tongued mouth wrapped ; around her father's cocks as Mrs. Bedlow's bruised lips locked about ; my singular one. I was lost.

; ; Sucking me fast a furiously, Mrs. Bedlow was what we all had ; become: unchained wild things. My hulking organ oozed slickly as ; she plunged, first her ass then her pussy onto it. Spending just ; enough time for us to reach a mutual orgasm in a hole, she would ; trade off with one of her other orifices till our juices flowed and ; pooled both in, on and around our heaving, straining, sweating ; bodies. The depraved side effect of being in close proximity to the ; Horney Chamber was our ability to orgasm an almost inummerable ; number of times, fatigue almost being irradicated. However, there is ; a limit to consciousness. I found it and was pushed beyond it.

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; ; When I came back to my senses, as if waking from a fantastical ; wet dream of boyish youth, it was to find Valentine standing over ; me. The fingertips of his left hand were charred to matchsticks.

; ; "I'm sorry..." I began.

; ; "It's all right," he said. "They're gone for now, and there was ; nothing you could have done to help. This doorway to them has been ; sealed forever."

; ; "Thank God," I muttered. Then I saw the unconscious bodies of my ; consorts laying in a tangle on the floor all about me. "What have I ; done?"

; ; Valentine shook his head. "More than you know. Yet, what a price! ; More lives ruined by those gastly monsters."

; ; "But what about you?" I asked.

; ; He simply turned and walked back toward the door that opened onto ; the Horney Chamber. At the threshold he paused and looked down.

; ; "When Angela died, I thought I had died to love," he said. "I was ; cored-out, a hollow shell. Now it seems I've found the thing that ; was lost to me."

; ; "The room?" I said, barely articulating the words.

; ; He nodded. "I was enflamed," he said quietly. "I transformed the ; room into an instrument of purest love. The carnal and spiritual ; united. The Mysteries had managed to pervert the room's true ; inclinations. I restored them."

; ; I knew then what he was about to say.

; ; "The Horney Chamber, powered by love, opens out into innumerable ; worlds. It can be followed through dreams, into unimaginable ; universes," he said. "Rainbow skies, and blue, raging storms of ; tear-stained love notes. And there are others out there. Enemies of ; The Mysteries. Beings so wonderful that a whole world can not ; contain them. It's all out there old chap."

; ; He smiled at me. "That's were I'm going. Where I must go."

; ; He reached out and laid his ruined hand on my shoulder. The gentle ; touch filled me with such a presence of joy that I could hardly ; contain it.

; ; "Remember, we will always be friends," he said. "Goodbye."

; ; ; He opened the door. From within, I heard the sound of great ; sighing. The room was filled with light; spring mornings and new ; rain, scented black chiffons, red lamps swinging in the sweat of the ; night. All colors of desire, all love and longing expressed in one ; eloquent rush of charmed air.

; ; "Goodbye, Aubrey," I said.

; ; Aubrey Valentine stepped into the room where love lives and ; closed the door, and I never saw him again. ; ;