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How Abominable!

By Victor Ramierez

Elizabeth looked around and took a deep lungful of the fresh, clean mountain air. She stepped off the stone path and headed out into the trees. It was a beautiful morning, not too cold, with the sunlight filtering down through the treetops. Her hiking books made a satisfying crunch as she stepped down into the dead leaves that had fallen from the trees. She flicked her shoulder length blonde hair out of her face with her gloved hand, and grimaced up at the sun shining into her face. She slipped a pair of sunglasses out of her backpack and then continued walking deeper into the trees. She had taken up walking about a year ago, and now was firmly addicted to getting away from the rat race and out into the solitude of nature. She had risen early this morning, leaving her step daughter still asleep in her bed, and had climbed into her car and driven for an hour to the national parkland where she could explore some new territory. Today was Saturday so she had the whole day to explore and no one would bother her. Her job as a middle level manager at a larger publishing company took up a lot of her time and she craved these rare days of peace. A cool breeze began to rustle through the trees, whipping around her jeans, and up the back of her green weatherproof jacket. Quickly she did up the zipper over her c-cup sized titties encased in a tight white t-shirt, and continued deeper into the forest.

In a place of darkness, where neither sight nor sound normally existed, a tiny glimmer of light appeared. Hovering in the middle of all the nothingness, it slowly grew larger, until when it was the size of a telephone booth it began to glow brighter and brighter, and slowly an image began to appear. A small river trickling by a woodland clearing slowly came into focus, it was a quiet scene. A small brown bird flew into view, singing joyfully before it suddenly flew off at maximum speed. Moments later an average sized, middle aged, blonde woman, wearing a green jacket and blue jeans walked into the clearing and looked around.

A deep rumbling, like a throaty growl, worked it's way up from the depths of the darkness, gaining momentum before seeming to slam into the peaceful woodland scene with the force of a full speed freight train.

With a loud crackling noise, like high voltage electricity, the world in front of Elizabeth ripped open like it was made of paper. A jagged hole of darkness appeared and as she screamed in terror, she was lifted into the air by an invisible force and the she hurtled towards the hole. With a snap the hole closed behind her and she was gone. A few moments later a little brown bird flew down from the tree branch above the river, and merrily went about it's foraging, looking for the morning's breakfast.

Elizabeth was unaware of how long she had been here, it had been at least ten minutes before she had stopped screaming and crying long enough to realise that she was alone. She had clamed down a little and began to take in her surroundings, or tried to. She found herself floating in nothing, there was nothing around her, no light, no sound, nothing. After a while she came to suspect that she wasn't alone, something must have brought her here, after all something had drawn her into the hole. She called out, trying to get a response, there was no reaction.

How long had she been here? Hours, days maybe? She had eventually fallen asleep after spending some time trying to contact whatever it was that had brought her here. She was starting to lose track of time, she couldn't even see her watch to try and keep track. Eventually despair began to set in. What if this was a natural phenomenon? There was no one here, would she ever get out?

Out of the blue, like a sudden burst of gale force wind, Elizabeth found herself thrown backwards like something had just crashed into her. Her head snapped forwards and she felt herself sailing on and on, sailing backwards on through nothing.

She felt the strange force grab her again and slow her to a halt. She hung in the air, and then she started to feel something in her mind. It began like a twitch, and then it became like an itching sensation before it finally started to feel like someone scratching her head, from the inside. She could feel something in her mind, she caught little fragments of her memories, as though something was rifling through her mind.

"Stop it! Get out of my head!" she screamed, shaking her head vigorously from side to side.

Then with a theatrical crack of thunder, and a puff of blue smoke, and large muscular man's torso appeared, floating in the air in front of her.

"Hello Elizabeth," came a deep resonating voice from the thing in front of her. It actually looked like a genie, it had the muscular frame, the little elf like pointy ears, a shiny bald head, little black moustache and goatee beard, and a cloud of smoke where it's legs should be.

"What are you?" she finally managed to get out after a moment of staring at him.

"You do not recognise this image?"

"You look like a Genie."

"Ah, I understand. I got it wrong, I'm not a genie. Wait a second," he said as he pressed a finger to his temple and thought for a moment. Then with a sudden crack of thunder he transformed into a large bright red creature. He had large leather wings, a huge set of white horns coming out of his forehead, his fingers tapered into black claws and his hairy legs ended in hooves. A thick, powerful tail, flicked back and forth behind him like a lion's, slowly moving, counting down the time until it pounces.

"This is what I should have chosen, a demon I believe you call it," he said with a smile, showing off his white gleaming fangs underneath his pencil thin moustache. His glowing yellow eyes studied her for a moment as she stared at him in almost total incomprehension.

"Is there some sort of problem? This is the image I found in your mind for a demon, isn't it?" he asked starting to get a bit angry.

"Yes," she managed to stammer as he glared at her, the thick coarse black hair on his neck and upper back starting to rise up in anger.

"Ahh good," he said happily, as he returned back to his former, more jovial demeanour.

She continued to stare at him, surely this wasn't possible?

"Look, what's wrong now? Did you prefer the Genie?" he asked as he snapped his fingers and suddenly returned to the semi naked, blue, bald man that he had first appeared as.

"Yes," she finally managed to get out.

"What a wealth of images you people have in your minds, it's wonderful," he said, deep in thought, and not really directed to anyone in particular. His eyes were closed and she could see his eyeballs moving around as though he was looking at things.

"Where am I?" she asked after watching him for a few moments.

"Curiosity finally got the better of you eh?" he said with a grin as he opened his eyes and winked at her. "You're nowhere. Do you like it?" he asked with a mocking laugh.

"What sort of answer is that, just who the hell are you?"

"A bit feisty too, I like that. Feisty, now that's a great word, language what a wonderful concept! I am glad I used my energies to bring you here," he said as he turned away from her and began happily talking to himself.

She caught a few words every now and then, and he just seemed to be saying different words, trying them on for size so to speak, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.

"Please tell me what's going on," she pleaded, hoping to drag his attention back to her.

"Hmm?" he asked, as he turned back to face her. "Oh all right, I suppose I can tell you. My name is not for your human mouth to try and say, so we shall call me David, because I like that name."

"You want to be called David?"

"Yes, I am David. David the all powerful."

She looked at him in disbelief.

"What's wrong now?" he asked in exasperation.

"It's not what I would have expected, it's not exactly menacing you know."

"Hmm, I suppose not. Well the closest thing to my name would be Narok, so I shall be Narok the all powerful."

"Ok then Narok, why am I here?"

"Are we playing twenty questions? That sounds like fun."

"Yes, ok. Twenty questions and it's my turn first. My second question is why am I here?"

"I brought you here. Oh this is good, ask me another," he said with a loud chuckle.

Elizabeth looked at this being, he was like a child with a new toy.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Because I wanted to learn about you humans, one on one so to speak. I have followers who talk to me, but they are not normal humans," he said with a sweep of his powerfully muscled arm, pointing to a large gold framed mirror which was suddenly floating alongside her.

Elizabeth looked at it and found a scene that was going on elsewhere. She watched as a group of about ten monks, wearing old style robes with shaved heads, began to slowly circle around a medium sized fire pit, burning in some sort of large stone walled chamber. She watched them dance for a moment and then the mirror faded away to nothing.

"Fanatics I believe you would call them, but they serve me well."

"Ok," said Elizabeth, shaking her head, hoping that she would wake up from this dream. "What do you plan on doing now that I'm here?"

"A good question! I knew I'd like you from the moment I saw you," he said, as he slowly ran the tip of his large finger down her cheek and around her jaw, studying her face. "I have other servants, they can go out into your world, but they perish after a few days." With a snap of his fingers, a cloud of blue smoke puffed into existence behind him, three large hulking figures emerged from it, moving forwards into the pool of light surrounding them.

Elizabeth took one look at them and began to scream hysterically.

"Lovely," said Narok as he studied her intently, smiling happily.

"Ahh, you're back with me then?" asked Narok as he looked at the heap on the floor that was Elizabeth.

Elizabeth looked up and found herself laying on the cold stone floor of some sort of large cavernous room. She got to her feet slowly, her muscles were aching from not being used, and she stumbled to the nearby table to support herself. With great effort she pulled one of the large wooden chairs out and collapsed into the sumptuous purple velvet upholstery. She looked around the room that she was in, it looked like a banquet hall from a medieval castle. There was a nice large fireplace nearby, with a large fire blazing.

Narok was hovering at the end of the table, watching her. Suddenly a pair of legs appeared where the cloud of smoke had been beneath his waist, and he too sat down in one of the comfortable chairs.

"Do you like this, I saw it in your mind. It was in an old film you had seen, I took a liking to it." He smiled and took hold of the pewter goblet on the table in front of him. It contained a rich red liquid that looked like a nice red wine. "Of course this isn't the real thing, but you won't be able to tell the difference."

Elizabeth suddenly sat bolt upright in the chair and began looking around the room quite frantically. "What were those things?"

"They have many names, my followers call them Gand. Over the centuries humans have given them other names, Yeti, Abominable Snowman and Bigfoot. To me they are simply servants, creations who do my will."

"Where are they?" she asked nervously.

"Gone. It was time for them to do their work on your planet."

"What... work?" she stammered, looking at him nervously.

"Later, quench your thirst," he said pointing at the goblet on the table.

Elizabeth realised how thirsty she was and began to drink the wine in front of her.

"Would you like to eat?" he said, with a large sweeping movement, the table suddenly filled end to end with all sorts of piping hot dishes. The aroma was overwhelming and hunger took hold of her. Quickly she piled the food onto her plate and began to eat heartily.

"I am glad to see you haven't lost your appetite."

Elizabeth filled her stomach, and drank her fill of the delicious wine, while Narok looked on in amusement. Finally she sat back in her chair, studying the powerful being at the end of the table.

"You are curious about me?"

"Yes."

"We have not yet finished our game, you still have questions left."

"Those Gand, what do they do on my world?"

"They help me to maintain my energies. They collect the sustenance I require, so that one day I may also live in your world."

"What?" asked Elizabeth, aghast at the thought of this demon roaming around on Earth.

"Well you see my long term plan is to move to your dimension, and then find something to devote my attentions to. However I needed to generate enough power to bring someone suitable into my world."

"You've brought me here..."

"Exactly," he said, giving her a powerful stare.

"What do you need me for?"

"I told you about the Gand. Like everything else not of your world, they cannot live there for too long before they perish. The same would happen to me, without you."

"You're not going to possess me are you?" asked Elizabeth, horrified at the thought.

"No, I don't need to steal your body." He chuckled as he thought about it, shaking his head in amusement at the very idea.

"Oh, good," she said as she relaxed again.

"I will impregnate you with my essence, and then your child will be me. I will be free to go where I please, a more permanent solution," he stated, very matter of factly.

"What!"

"You will come to no harm, and at the end of it all you will live like a Queen. You will remain here, with an entire dimension at your fingertips."

"No!" she screamed, as Narok laughed.

Chapter 2

Narok wasn't ready to violate her womb just yet, so Elizabeth was given free reign of this castle that he had created for her to live in. Apparently it was something he'd made from her memories, an amalgamation of every castle she'd seen or read about. It was enormous.

She had been here for three days now, and each day she had watched Narok create more of the Gand creatures in the gloomy dungeon, complete with flaming torches, shackles on the walls and an iron maiden in the corner. She had watched as the large hulking, creatures stood waiting. They were like very large, powerfully muscled men, covered in thick hair, but totally bald like Narok. Their eyes glowed red in the darkness, they snapped their mouths open and closed, gnashing their fanged teeth together in readiness. The waited patiently s Narok prepared himself, before tearing a hole into her dimension, which they would then dutifully shuffle through into the monastery on the other side. The whole thing was done with a certain theatrical pageantry, which she knew was solely for her benefit. Then he would disappear, she could see it took a lot out of him each time, and he would go off somewhere to rest. She would not see him until he wanted to speak with her again.

"Narok," she called out at the top of her voice.

"Yes," came his response, his lips pressed up against her left ear.

She jumped up off her opulent four-poster bed in fright, and stared at the chuckling creature who had instantly appeared alongside her. He lay back comfortable on the bed, stretched out and put his hands behind his head on the pillow. He snuggled down into the bed, and closed his eyes contentedly.

She had decided to try and negotiate her way out of this, there must be something she could offer to get home, unviolated.

"Why me?"

He opened his eyes, and gave her a deep, penetrating stare.

"I liked the look of you. From the moment I saw you, I just knew. You know how that is sometimes?" he asked, with a whimsical look on his face, stroking his bearded chin, obviously enjoying the sensation. "You women can't grow a beard can you? This is quite soothing, you don't know what you're missing." He nodded happily, as he continued to run his hand along the length of his chin.

"Please, let me go. Surely there must be someone else?"

"I don't know, I stopped looking after I found you," he said happily, and sat up, smiling at her. "Would you like me to look further? Don't want to be my Queen eh?"

"Nothing personal," she said, trying to maintain the jovial atmosphere.

"Let's have a look then," and reached out, grasping her head between his large palms.

Immediately she felt something scratching around in her mind, and she felt her memories being rifled through. An image of a teenager came to her mind, a long haired brunette, shaking her panty clad arse, and her bra encased d-cups, as she mimed the words to some song on the radio. It was a scene she had walked in on a couple of weeks earlier. 

"Who is Dawn?" he asked with a grin.

"My step-daughter, but you know that don't you."

"Well, yes I do," he said with an evil gleam in his eye. "I'll trade. You for her."

She didn't know what to say. It was only now sinking in that she was actually going to have to consign some other woman to this fate, if she was going to escape it.

"Isn't there someone else?"

"No, I have decided. You or her, I'm happy with either."

She stared at him for a moment and tried to think the situation through.

"I'll come back later and see what you have to say," he said with a chuckle as he disappeared.

Dawn was the seventeen year old daughter of her late husband Ron, and she had been left to look after her. She didn't particularly like or dislike the girl, she was baggage from her life now long gone. Was she prepared to swap Dawn for her own future? She decided that she was.

"Yes, I'll do it!" she yelled.

Elizabeth followed the Gand through the tear, and walked out into a large cavernous room in a monastery. As the tear began to fade away behind them she heard Narok's voice.

"Don't forget our bargain. I can find you any time I want to, you will never be safe if you cross me."

Chapter 3

Somehow these monks could tap into some of Narok's energy and move their monastery all over the world. They had followed Narok's directions to return her, and she discovered that deep in the woods where she had been hiking, there was now a monastery. She made her way back to her car, which she found in the car park, covered in leaves and debris. She headed home and wondered how she was going to convince Dawn to come out into the woods.

Dawn wasn't sure what the hell was wrong with her stepmother. Since her dad had died Liz had been increasingly more distant towards her, and these days they had very little contact. Dawn had been pretty sure, that the day she left home, if it were even noticed, not a tear would be shed.

It all changed after Liz got lost for days on her hiking weekend. When she had come home she had taken an unusual interest in Dawn's life, almost as though she was trying to be her mother or something.

After a couple of weeks of this, she was starting to get pretty sick of the attention and was hoping to get away with her friend Shay, for the weekend.

She had told Liz, and it had gone better than expected.

"I have a whole bunch of new camping stuff that have never used, like to try it out?"

Dawn looked at her as though she had grown a second head.

"Camping?"

"Oh come on, I know you used to go, and you used to love it."

"Yeah, I was like, six or something too."

"Well I've got all the good gear in there, there's even a little TV that runs off batteries."

Dawn shook her head in amusement and walked back out of the kitchen, into her bedroom. She grabbed her phone off the table and called Shay to see what she wanted to do.

"I got the ok from Liz, not that it matters. You won't believe what she wanted us to do?"

"What?"

"Camping! How lame is that?"

"No, camping rocks."

"What?"

"It's totally cool. You go out away from everything, you get in touch with nature without any distractions."

"Don't go all earth chick on me, what's the real reason."

"We can go out there, no one tells you what to do and we can party with the beers I found hidden in my brother's wardrobe."

"Ahh, now I see the attraction. Suddenly I feel a campfire coming on."

Elizabeth was grateful that her suggestion had been taken, and was only too happy to drive the pair of girls up into the woods. Dawn's friend Shay was about the same age as Dawn, her dark brown skin had a lovely healthy shine, and her long curly black hair was bouncing around, almost out of control, as she loaded her stuff into the boot. Elizabeth had never really looked at Shay before, she was a pretty thing, athletic legs, really tight arse, and not an ounce of fat on her. The only thing that would be a drawback for some people was her almost flat chest. Through the light blue t-shirt she was wearing, Liz could see that Shay wasn't wearing a bra, and she didn't need to. Her tits were pretty much a bit of a raised area around her nipples, merely a molehill. She wondered what would happen to Shay, would Narok want her too?

She heard the tell tale clank of bottles in one of the bags as it was loaded into the car, but she ignored it. Let them have a few drinks, they were going to need it.

"I thought we were so busted!" giggled Shay as the car pulled out of the car park.

"I know! How did she not hear the bottles in that bag?" Dawn shrieked in excitement as she slapped Shay on the arm.

"I tell you it's luck. We're going to have a great weekend."

"Alright Miss Lucky, you can carry the tent."

They hiked into the woods for an hour or so until they found the clearing near the creek that Elizabeth had told them about, and they unpacked their stuff in the camping area a little way back from it. After a few attempts at getting the right tent poles in the right spots, they finally managed to get the tent up and unpack their things.

Twilight was coming on, and they had seen no one else all day.

"You up for a swim?" asked Shay as she started to pull off her running shoes.

"I didn't bring my bikini."

"Me neither, let's skinny dip."

Dawn looked around, almost expecting every man for miles to come leaping out of the bushes.

"You serious?"

"Damn right!" She peeled the t-shirt off and threw it on the ground, exposing her little nubs to the afternoon air.

"I guess that's ok," said Dawn, unsure about this idea. She slowly took her shoes and jeans off, while Shay pulled her jeans and panties of. Dawn caught a quick flash of black pubic hair as Shay ran off with a yell and splashed her way into the water.

"Come on, the water's delicious," yelled Shay as she lay back, floating in the water.

"Coming," she yelled as she hastened her undressing.

"She has kept her side of the bargain, Temple Master," rumbled Narok as he watched the girl dive into the water with her dark skinned friend. Her white arse disappeared under the water and a moment later she surfaced. She lay back in the water floating, her large tits breaking the surface exposing her nipples to the night air, she floated over to her friend who was lying back in the same position. They laughed and giggled at each other, splashing and fooling around. He summoned his power and managed to send a gust of cold wind across the water. To his satisfaction he watched both sets of nipples harden, and point up out of the water.

"Yes Master," came the response from the mirror nearby, breaking his reverie. "I will dispatch your servants immediately."

"Good. Now tell me have they performed my other task for them?" returning his attention to the monk.

"They have already completed that successfully also, Master."

"Excellent! Oh, I like that word too."

"Of course Master."

Darkness came, and the evening wore on. The flickering light of their campfire filled the nearby woods. Laughter and music drowned out the sounds of the forest as they began to compete in who could do the best music video for the song. It seemed like a good idea after the first couple of beers anyway.

They had their dinner, and then watched some TV with a few more beers.

Dawn was not very used to drinking, she'd had a few before, but never this many. Shay had snuck her brother's beers before so she could handle it a little better than her friend. Both of them had crashed by 10pm, and Dawn was snoring soundly on top of her sleeping bag where she'd collapsed.

Dawn awoke and looked about through sleep-laden eyes. She was getting cold, she had a headache, and she needed to have a pee.  Shay wasn't in her bed and she noticed that the tent flap was open. She slowly got up and staggered out into the night.

"Shay are you out here," she called, as she reached up to rub her sleepy eyes.

She heard a grunt over to her right near the fire, and she turned to see what it was.

She stood in disbelief, her mind could not accept what she was seeing. Through the flickering firelight she could see the figure of her friend Shay, laying on her back with something on top of her. It was large and hairy, and it seemed to be raping her. She took a couple of steps forward, staring in astonishment. She watched as it moved it's hips back and forwards, driving deeply into Shay, who looked like a little dwarf underneath this giant creature. It reared it's head back, probably in pleasure, and seemed to be grinning. It's bald head shone in the firelight, it's entire head had no hair, not even a few eyebrow hairs. Shay groaned, her mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and that snapped Dawn out of her trance. She immediately moved forwards to help her friend, and the creature sensed the movement. It's head spun around to face her, and she was fixed by the stare of it's bright red eyes. With a growl it threw the torn remnants of Shay's t-shirt at her, as though it was trying to fight her off, without stopping it's attack on Shay. Dawn rushed forwards to try and push it off her, but after only one step something grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards onto the ground.

She was stunned by the impact for a moment, and was left staring up at the night sky. Another one of these things then stepped into her field of vision, it stood at her feet and smiled at her, baring it's white fangs like an animal.

She sensed some other movement, and looked down to it's groin area which seemed to be rustling. Was this thing getting a hard on? Was it going to rape her too?

She groaned, and started to turn over so she could get to her feet. She was still stunned and the effort was a bit too much for her, she collapsed back onto the ground and tried to regain her senses.

In a sudden explosion of movement something shot out of it's groin area. She raised her head and saw many things, which she could only describe as light brown tentacles with ends that looked like penises, writhing around over her body. She felt them grab hold of her legs, wrapping around them, and her arms too, she was held fast.

"Help me!" she screamed.

Chapter 4

Dawn tried to roll over onto her knees, but the tentacles holding her legs kept her from rolling over. She felt something moving up her thighs and glanced down to see a couple more of them snaking their way up her legs. They passed up her thighs, and in under her t-shirt. She felt them slide up her stomach, around the outsides of her breasts, to her collar bones. Then with a sudden jerk, they reared up and pulled back, tearing the front out of her t-shirt, exposing her tasty breasts to the night air. They started to slide back down and moved inwards to journey down the length of her cleavage. They then wrapped themselves around each breast, curling all the way around in to the middle. Then like a snake they reared back, and the tip opened up like a mouth, and then to her horror, they shot down to her nipples and latched on, sucking like an infant dying of thirst.

"Help! Get off me!" she cried, trying to whack the tentacles on her tits, with either of her hands, but they held in place.

Desperately she tried to roll over, grunting in frustration she struggled against the tentacles that were holding her, but to no avail.

She felt another pair of tentacles sliding up her legs, over her thighs to the bottom of her panties. They moved to the elastic leg bands on her panties and began to try and worm their way in under the elastic, and after a few moments they succeeded. Quickly they wrapped around the top of her panties and with a firm tug, ripped the floral cotton to shreds. Her thighs quivered from the sudden assault, and then she felt her legs being bent back towards her, the tentacles pressed in on the back of her knees, bending her legs, and then pulled her thighs back. Despite all her strength, her legs were pulled apart, exposing her defenceless pussy. Then she felt the two tentacles that had destroyed her panties, slide back down through her little tuft of brown pubic hair, over her shaven lips, and press in on them to pull the lips open, exposing her pink inner folds.

Like a gun shot, another tentacle flew out of the creature's groin, and plunged straight into the her open cunt. Her head snapped up and she screamed in pain, then as she was expressing her pain, another tentacle dove into her open mouth and began to slide rhythmically back and forward, fucking her mouth.

She could feel the tentacle lodged deeply inside her snatch, and slowly it began to swell, making it larger. Then it began to work in and out of her, she could feel her poor pussy being forced apart again and again as it pressed into her time and again. She wasn't sure if there was any way out of this, she hoped she was dreaming, but in her mind she knew that she wasn't. She could hear it grunting with each thrust of the tentacle, and she looked up to see it smiling. She was actually being raped by this evil bigfoot creature, and it was enjoying it.

Her legs were pulled further back towards her head, pulling her pelvis up further, exposing her buttocks. She felt a pair of tentacles slide in between her arsecheeks, wedging them apart and she knew what was going to happen next. She tried to scream, but was stopped by the tentacle still lodged in her mouth, and then without warning another one shot forwards and plunged into her arse. Her body jerked in pain, and at the same moment she felt one of the tentacle's little mouths latch onto her ignored clit.

Her mind was a whirl of sensations, she was being raped in her pussy, her arse and her throat, while at the same time her nipples and her clit were being sucked on. She didn't know it, but the creature's skin was also secreting a kind of powerful stimulant that was causing her pleasure centres to slowly be overcome with sensation.

She couldn't believe it, she could feel an orgasm building. It felt just like the ones she'd given herself at home after finding her stepmother's vibrator in the top drawer. What a wild weekend that had been.

Shay began to grunt and thrash on the ground as her own climax kicked in. The creature almost howled in pleasure, and then looked up into the sky. A kind of pink energy was building up in his eyes, growing brighter and brighter, until like laser beams, the energy shot out of his eyes into the night sky and then disappeared with a crack of thunder.

Dawn saw this out of the corner of her eye, but her attention was quickly pulled back to her own situation. She felt the writhing tentacle working it's way around inside her pussy, she could do nothing to stop it no matter how much she didn't want it to happen. After a few more thrusts she felt the orgasm start, and as her body arched up in pleasure, the creature looked up to the heavens in readiness. She felt something start to pump out of the tentacle inside her, and then the pink energy shot out of the creature's eyes, and she then slowly lost consciousness.

Narok was watching the scene from the large banquet hall in the castle, he had taken quite a liking to the structure and planned to leave it standing when he departed. He sat on the edge of his chair in anticipation, and with a cry of triumph, he roared his approval as the first Gand, and then the second one, fired the energy up into the sky. The view moved away from the Gand and followed the energy bolts. They hurtled closer to the screen, and then with a crackle of power, they burst through into the hall. Without hesitation they headed for Narok and he roared in pleasure as his form was bathed in the pink energy. After a moment, the energy faded away and only Narok remained. He stretched his arms out, and back up over his head.

"Ahh yes! That's the stuff, quite invigorating. Now that's an interesting word..."

Dawn's head hung back limply, as the Gand lifted her up with it's tentacles. She felt the tentacles pulse, as they were still firmly inserted inside her, and began to stimulate her again. The creature moved forward, with a large grin on it's face, enjoying itself immensely.

Dawn managed to lift her head and caught a glimpse of dark skin in front of her. She managed to focus and saw Shay being carried in the same manner, her black haired pussy and chocolate arse both impaled on a throbbing tentacle. She could see the two tentacles attached to her friend's little breasts, sucking intently, just as her own tits were being sucked.

Dawn tried to call out but her mouth was still filled with yet another tentacle, and she saw Shay trying to raise her head, and moan something incomprehensible back at her. She watched Shay as they were carried along, and she saw another tentacle snaking up, which she was unaware of. The tentacles holding Shay's pussy lips open moved them further apart, and then like the crack of a whip the new one shot up and latched onto her exposed clit. Shay thrashed like she had been doused with a bucket of fire ants and began to orgasm again.

The creature screeched and shot pink energy up into the sky, and then continued walking with Shay hanging limply on it's invading appendages.

She felt movement and saw five more tentacles making their way up her body. They began to lightly caress her skin, all over. They were helping to squeeze her tits, they were fondling her buttocks, tickling the edges of her clit and pussy lips, while the other tentacles continued their work. For some reason she could not help but head towards orgasm, as much as she didn't want to, her body would not listen to her mind. With a guttural roar she came, thrusting her pelvis back and forth on the tentacle, trying to press her clit against the little mouth sucking on it. She felt the tentacles pulsing again, filling her pussy, arse and mouth with some strange tasting goo. As the creature howled again it came to a stop in front of a large stone building. As Dawn felt herself slipping away she was just able to make out two large wooden doors swinging open, highlighted by the pink glow from the energy the creature was shooting up into the sky.

Chapter 5

Elizabeth couldn't believe it, she had delivered the girls to him just as she had been asked, and before she had made it to the end of the car park, one of those damn things stepped out to block the road in front of her. Before she could think, another one had opened her door and she had been manhandled out of the car by a bunch of writhing tentacles. One of them shot into her open mouth to muffle her complaints, and the others held her arms and legs firmly, as she was carried off through the trees she saw the one behind her push her car off the road into the bushes.

She had been carried for some time, they seemed to be making good speed so she wasn't really sure how far the monster had carried her when they reached the building. This was the first time she had seen it in daylight, it looked like one of those old stone walled fortresses. There were two large fortified wooden gates at the front, with a peephole cut into the right hand side one. The creature roared and the gates were thrown open almost immediately. She was carried inside, down the stairs into the catacombs again, and was then unceremoniously dumped in what appeared to be an old wine cellar. The door was locked, leaving her no illusions that she was a guest.

"Damn you Narok!" she screamed at the ceiling. "I did what you asked," and she slumped to the floor sobbing. "I did what you asked..."

The bolt on the door was thrown back, echoing through the length of the cellar. Elizabeth stared at the door, wondering who would be on the other side this time. A few hours ago some of the monks had come into her 'room' carrying a stark white robe. It contrasted sharply with their dull brown robes, and the darkness of the underground corridors. The lead monk held it up in front of her, and thrust it towards her. She reached out and took it from him, and held it out in front of her. It was some kind of raspy woollen material, it had gold thread and beading around the hems and cuffs, as well as having an elaborate design sewn onto the front. It was a kind of stylised dragon in flight. She guessed they wanted her to put it on, and she started to slide it on over her head. The monks reacted immediately, they grabbed her arms as she held them up over her head, and began to unbutton her blouse. She struggled and shouted at them, but they ignored her and continued to remove her top. They pulled the robe from her hands, and slid the blouse up over her arms. They simply ripped her bra off by grabbing the centre and pulling. A second later they began to undo her jeans and force them down her legs. She toppled over backwards onto the cold, hard floor, and they were upon her in an instant. They pulled her joggers off and then pulled the jeans off over her feet, and gave her cotton panties the same treatment as her bra. She was now lying naked except for her socks, which were quickly removed. They threw the robe onto her shivering naked body, and left the room taking her surviving garments with them. She quickly pulled the robe on, not enjoying the prickly feel of the rough fabric, especially as it rubbed back and forth across her sensitive nipples.

Now there were more monks waiting, and they indicated that she should follow them out into the corridor. Gingerly she stepped out with her bare feet onto the cold stone floor, and was ushered along the length of the corridor back into the large cavernous room that she had first seen from Narok's throne room.

She could see the area at the end of the cavern where the portal had opened and deposited her and the creatures, and alongside that spot was a large ceremonial altar. She could see that it had a white sheet draped over it, with a small pillow at the end away from where the portal had been.

Her attention was quickly drawn by the ominous, bald headed, hairy beasts as they shuffled back and forth across the back of the room, lurking in the darkness.

She was shoved in the back by the monk escorting her, herding her forwards to the front of the gathering, near to the large fire pit in the centre of the room.

To one side she saw another two people in white robes, she could tell they were women from their figures, but like herself, their hoods were pulled up over their heads and she couldn't see their faces. She wondered if Dawn and Shay were under the hoods, but before she could get a better look, a large gong sounded, and an ancient stone door was slowly hauled open on the other side of the room.

The head monk emerged from this side chamber and made his way to the front of the gathering, which by now had grown to fifty or sixty monks, who began to chant softly, almost imperceptibly.

Elizabeth noticed that the three of them were the only ones wearing these different robes, she hoped that they were just women's robes without any other significance. She watched, on edge, as the monks began to chant louder, and slowly surged back and forth, moving the three of them ever closer to the altar. The elderly monk stood on the opposite side of the altar, smiling contentedly. He threw both his arms up in the air, causing his red robes to slide down, revealing his elderly white arms, glistening with the golden bracelets that encompassed them..

Immediately the chanting stopped and a perceptible anticipation hung over the room, waiting for his next move.

He pointed at the girl at the opposite end of the altar to her, and immediately the other men grabbed her by the arms and pushed her forwards. She was positioned alongside him, facing them. He grabbed the material and threw the hood back to reveal Shay. Elizabth looked at her in fascination, she looked almost drugged. She wasn't really reacting to what was going on, and her eyes were wandering off into the distance. The elderly monk slipped his hand inside her robe and began to move it about. Elizabeth couldn't see what was going on, but she imagined his wizened old hand moving over the pert black tit meat, caressing it and tweaking her dark nipples. If he thought he was going to be doing that to her, then he was in for a surprise.

He finished his fondling, and clapped his hands together. Two monks grabbed her and laid her down on the altar. The head monk moved forwards and opened the front of her robes to reveal her naked body, covered in goosebumps from the cold, and probably fright as well.

"Lord Narok, we bring for you a bride. Is she to your liking?" he asked, looking up to the darkness of the ceiling.

After a moment a rumble could be heard, it seemed to be coming from the stones of the building itself. Then with a crack, it erupted into sound.

"No, she is not the one that I want. Return her to her world. Show me another."

The monk's head whipped around and stared at Elizabeth as the other two men pulled Shay from the stone and ushered her off to the side.

He raised his gold encrusted sleeve, and his hand emerged from the end, pointing at her. Immediately hands were upon her forcing her to the monk's side. He reached up and threw her hood back, revealing her long blonde locks, and pretty face. There was a gasp of appreciation from the monks, as the two assistant monks placed her on the altar.

"We have another for you my Lord."

"Hello Elizabeth, my dear. Did you fulfil our bargain?"

Unsure of what she was about to consign Dawn to, she hesitated for a moment.

"You haven't changed your mind have you?" asked Narok, sweetly.

"No, I haven't," she said after a few moments, and pointed at the other woman, that she supposed was Dawn.

"Ah, lovely. Bring young Dawn over here will you?"

The monks sprang to life and grabbed the other woman, placing her alongside the head man. He threw back her hood and revealed Dawn's dishevelled features underneath.

"Hello Dawn," came the thunderous voice from beyond.

"Um.... Hi," came the unsure reply. "What's going on?"

"I see they've given you a little something to calm you down."

"Yes my Lord, she was like a wildcat," nodded the head monk humbly.

"Understandable I suppose. I guess you didn't like being violated in every orifice? Now there's another great word, orifice."

"Um, no we didn't enjoy it."

"Well you have Elizabeth here to thank for it."

"What?!" asked a stunned Dawn, only just noticing Elizabeth for the first time through her drug induced haze.

"She traded your sweet pussy to save hers."

"You bitch," slurred Dawn, looking down at the prone woman.

"Sorry dear, I had to save my own arse," she said shrugging her shoulders as she lay happily on the altar.

"Yes, now about that deal," started Narok.

Instantly the monks sprang forwards and closed the metal restraints around her wrists and throat.

"What are you doing?" screamed Elizabeth as she kicked around at the monks.

"I'm afraid you should never trust a demon, we're born liars. I'm not too concerned about breaking a deal with someone who's prepared to sell out her own step daughter."

The monks surged forwards and grabbed hold of her legs, spreading them apart, and throwing her robes open to reveal her naked tits and pussy. Her legs were pulled back as far as they would go, exposing her defenceless pussy as much as possible, causing her cuntlips to spread apart just a little.

"Narok you bastard!"

"Why thank you," he said with a chuckle.

She could barely move her head, and out of the bottom of her field of vision she saw the head man move in between her open thighs.

"What are you doing?!" she demanded.

He ignored her, and looked up at the ceiling. "I am inserting the device now, my Lord."

She felt his hands on her pussylips and then she felt him spread them further apart. An involuntary shiver of fear ran through her taught hamstrings.

"Please don't do anything to me," she begged. She thrashed her head from left to right in anguish as she felt the monk begin to slide a metal cylinder into her opening.

She caught Dawn's eye as she watched the proceedings quietly from alongside her.

"Dawn, please help me. It was all a ruse to get us both out unscathed. It was a trick I had it all planned. All three of us can still get away. Help me!"

Dawn slowly shook her head. "No more lies, whatever you've gotten yourself into, you deserve it. Now be quiet I'm watching the show." Then she moved further down along the altar so that she could see Elizabeth's pussy being violated by the device.

"No!!!!" screamed Elizabeth in terror as she felt the device slide deep inside her.

Narok was laughing in the background, and then suddenly she felt his lips pressing against her ear.

"Showtime. I think that's the right expression isn't it?"

"What is that thing?" she asked, horrified.

"Just something to get you ready, want to know how?"

She knew she didn't want to know the answer. "Yes," she said in a quiet voice.

"Start now," commaned Narok.

With a click, the monk turned the dial on the side of the cylinder and it spread apart half a centimetre. After a moment he clicked it again, and then again.

After a couple of moments of this she realised what was going on, she could feel the cylinder spreading outwards, pressing the muscular cuntwalls further and further open.

"I have to make sure it's comfortable for me," said Narok with a smile.

A couple of minutes later, and Elizabeth thought she was going to be ripped open. The device had forced her open enough that a fist could easily slide into her, and she wondered what size cock Narok was going to manifest for himself.

"Ready?" he asked with a grin, as he moved between her struggling thighs.

"Please don't!"

"Sorry," he said with a thrust, driving his large cock into her wide open vagina. "Nice and snug, just the way I like it."

Her mind reeled, she had this demon's horselike cock buried deep inside her, and the sensations were overwhelming.

She felt Narok's hands on her ample breasts, and winced as she felt his sharp fingernails mauling her sensitive nipples.

"I've always been a tit man Liz, one of the reasons I chose you," he whispered to her as he laid his large body down over hers. "Missionary position eh? I wonder if a monk is close enough to a missionary," chuckled Narok, looking around at the group of monks now using the drugged bodies of Shay and Dawn. "There's quite a line up today."

"Shut up you filth."

"There's no need to be like that, especially not now that I'm finished." With a smile and a groan, he stretched back and began to orgasm. She felt the warm liquid surge out of his cock, flowing into her womb. "See you later," he said through clenched teeth. With a sudden roar, and an inrush of air, he seemed to collapse and with one final squirt, all that was Narok erupted into her fertile belly.

Elizabeth woke up and looked around, the monks were gone, and so were Shay and Dawn. She was alone, and she started to sob. She moved her head to try and look down at her body, and shrieked in horror. Before her she could see a very pregnant belly. It looked like she was due to give birth any moment now, and she had only been impregnated a couple of hours ago.

She howled in horror, and began to sob wholeheartedly. With a sudden violent slap, she felt her unborn child begin to kick. A moment later she felt that scratching feeling in her mind, someone was in her head.

"Will you shut up, I'm trying to get some rest, it's not easy being born you know." Narok's thoughts echoed around in her mind for a moment, and then she collapsed back into unconsciousness.

A sudden pain tore her from the darkness and she was awake. She immediately noticed her restraints were gone, and her legs were spread wide again. Then another wave of pain hit her.

"Lord Narok is not far away now," yelled the head monk, and he was bent down with his nose almost touching her abused cunt, waiting for his lord to be born. "Push harder woman."

She wanted this thing out of her as much as they did, and she did her best to help it on it's way.

After an hour or so, Narok was born, a little human baby boy. Immediately the monk grabbed hold of the infant and held him aloft, to cheers from the assembly.

He placed the baby on the floor, and Elizabeth exhaustedly watched as the baby started to grow, very rapidly. With a few seconds it was a toddler, then a little boy. A moment later a teenager sat in it's place, and then a grown man rose to his feet.

His bald head shone powerfully under the flickering firelight, and Elizabeth could see that it was Narok, a very human Narok.

He coughed a couple of times and then smiled down at her.

"Hello mother dearest," he chuckled. "I hope that was as good for you as it was for me."

Narok returned a few moments later wearing a nice casual white buttoned shirt, and cream trousers. "My new wardrobe. Do you like it? I believe it's called Armani."

"Let me go," begged Elizabeth.

"All in good time, we still have business to attend to."

"What?"

"I'm hungry."

"What about it? You want me to cook for you to now?"

"Not exactly," grinned Narok as he reached down and squeezed her left breast.

To her astonishment, a squirt of milk shot out. "Oh, I forgot about that," she mumbled in a defeated tone.

"I didn't," he grinned as he happily latched onto her nipple and began to suck away at her milk. "They say it's better for the mother and child to breastfeed. It builds intimacy," he grinned and returned to his feeding.

"Fuck off," she grunted.

A day later he appeared again, immaculately dressed in a black suit, with a purple silk tie. "This is called Gucci, ,it's very nice too don't you think?"

"What the hell do you want now?"

"I am just here to see you on your way."

"About time, undo these restraints and get me some clothes, this altar is freezing."

"Now about this whole letting you go thing..."

"What?!"

He snapped his fingers, and then smiled at her. "It all depends upon your perspective, I suppose you could say I've let you go."

She looked around her and realised she was no longer on the altar, she was lying on the floor looking at him via the mirror in that damn dungeon of his.

"No! Don't leave me here, please!"

"Sorry. It was good while it lasted but we have to move on. I need to go find myself," he said with a chuckle. The mirror started to fade to black. "What a stupid expression that is," his voice faded away to nothing, and she was alone.

She collapsed in a heap on the ground and began to sob.

"Well that's the old girl taken care of, let's get out of here," snapping his fingers to indicate he wanted their attention.

Dawn and Shay looked at him for a moment, and then stood up. They were both wearing expensive dresses, tight and skimpy, but expensive nonetheless. They each took an arm and followed him outside to the waiting limousine. How he managed to get a limousine in there they did not know, but there it was waiting.

"Into the car girls, I'm feeling horny again, so get your gear off."

The monks stood behind him, in awe of their living master. He turned and looked at them piteously. "You are a sad bunch the whole lot of you."

"My lord?" asked the stunned head man.

"Why on earth would you worship me?"

"We wish to share in your glory, revel in the power as you reign supreme."

"Who said anything about reigning? I'm here to have some fun, get some pussy and some drinks. Do you know how long it's been since I last got some? Never! There are no women over there, can you believe that?" he said shaking his head in disbelief. "Why did you think I was so eager to get out? It wasn't to hang out with you weirdos. I'm off to fuck everything I can find with a set of tits, and then have a few drinks." He turned and climbed into the back of the limo, where the two girls sat, naked, awaiting his attentions.

"Driver, do you know of a convent around here anywhere? I'm in the mood for some holy pussy, oh yeah." With a round of giggles from the two girls, he slammed the door and the car drove away, leaving the monks standing around looking at each other, totally lost.

Epilogue

Elizabeth sat, eating her fill at the large table for the forth day in a row. She was going to go insane here, nothing changed it just went on, day after day. She lifted the goblet to her lips and began to drink, perhaps she would get drunk so she could forget about it all.

Glass exploded inwards as the window was smashed and two red creatures shot into the dining hall, hovering over the table. She looked up at them with horror, what were these things. They looked like little demons or something. They were short and had fat little pot bellies, their horns were nothing more than little nubs on their large round heads, and their tiny little leathery wings seemed barely able to hold their pudgy red bodies aloft. With a click of their hooves they began to hurtle towards her, she jumped out of their way, as they crashed into the seat and collapsed to the floor. Their hairy legs were in a tangle, and after a moment of struggling they managed to separate themselves. She sat on the tabletop waiting to see what they would do next. Slowly one and then the other one peered up from under the table at her, their evil little red eyes gleaming, their little fangs dripping saliva above their little pointed goatee beards.

"Get her!" they yelled and immediately they were upon her. They tore her clothes from her body, and began to grope her, running their calloused red hands over her soft white flesh.

"Lovely, isn't it?"

"Yes, Narok has good taste."

"Please leave me alone."

"We also want to leave this place."

"Yess, we have heard the stories," hissed the other one. He moved in front of her and she came eye to eye with his erect, red cock.

"Oh no, not again," she yelled.

But a moment later she found herself on all fours, one of them was under her, ramming his cock into her pussy, while the other was behind her, thrusting his cock into her poor arsehole.

She endured the pain for a moment and then she began to sob, it went on and on.

"Why are you doing this?" she begged them.

"To leave this place, we have to fuck you. All here, have heard the stories of Narok's escape,"

"Yesss, brother. We were fortunate to get here first," came the reply from behind her.

"What are you saying?" She couldn't believe it. The entire dimension seemed to think they just had to fuck her to get out.

Just on the edge of her perception she could hear chanting, and she wished she could see what it was. Immediately the mirror appeared before her, and she could see the monks chanting, but they were chanting her name!

It took a moment, distracted as she was by being raped in both holes, before she realised that she had just caused that to happen.

"Stop!" she yelled, and suddenly both of the 'brothers' froze in place. She managed to ease herself off their erect dicks, and get off the table.

It was this damn easy! The whole time she'd been here she could have been working to get out rather than sitting around moaning, she could kick herself for being so stupid.

If she could control things here, perhaps she could get home too.

Looking at the mirror she made her decision.

She concentrated and suddenly she could feel the monks, swirling around beneath her, she could feel their energies.

"Why do you chant for me?"

Immediately they stopped, and dropped to their knees.

"You are the new ruler, my Lady. We worship you."

"Help me to get out, and I will help you to gain revenge on Narok, and put him back here where he belongs."

"Yes, my lady."

She looked back at the two demons, wondering what to do with them. She realised she needed energy to create these rifts, and send her own Gand into the world so that eventually she could pass back across herself.

She eased herself back into position, impaling herself back on their cocks, and then unfroze them both.

They continued thrusting away for a few moments, and then they stopped.

"Something is wrong Brother!"

"No, this must be it! We're being pulled into the other world!"

"I don't think it's meant to be like this," he yelled in pain.

Suddenly the two of them howled in pain, as they were pulled inside out and sucked into her.

"Hmm, very invigorating." She nodded her approval, licking her lips in delight she thought about the future. After a moment her body started to change. She watched in the mirror as her hair went black, her pupils faded, leaving only white soulless eyes, her skin turned grey, and her teeth sharpened into fangs. If she was going to live here then she would at least look the part of Demon Queen. Looking down at her naked breasts and beyond, a chain mail like, body armour bikini appeared, simply for appearances sake.

She walked to the main door out to the balcony, and heaved a large broadsword off the wall on her way past.

Resting her hands on the end of the sword's handle, she stared out into the blackness and waited. If she was going to get the energy she needed then all the beings in this universe had better try and rape her, she needed their power.

As she watched, in the distance a purple dragon like creature appeared and headed towards the castle.

Ok, Narok. I'm coming for you.

Copyright 2003 Victor Ramierez

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