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The following is a horribly perverse, twisted and
generally immoral story involving non-consensual sex,
incest and tentacle rape. Furthermore, it involves a
young, innocent schoolgirl doing things no good girl
should ever think about.
If any of this bothers you, or its illegal to read adult
material in your area, you should stop reading right now!
If you don't you'll go blind as your local government's
secret police bust down your door to find you stroking
yourself to mid-orgasm with hairy palms! Or some such
nonsense. Realistically I can't stop you from reading
this if you shouldn't, but at least you've been warned...
Oh yes, and please don't post this story anywhere without
my permission. Just don't. It's not polite.
The Ravensmoor Project
Chapter 1 "The Truth About Sarah"
Ravensmoor secondary school is a private school much like
any other. Located in a rural town of Elmsborough, it's the
perfect place for the upper middle class to send their
children when they can't be bothered to care for them
themselves, and the students come from across the country
and beyond. That coupled with the fact that the few
wealthy families here can't stand the thought of their
children going to the shoddy public high school a few
blocks away, so there's never a shortage of students at
Ravensmoor.
The school has enjoyed a long history of turning out well
educated people, and its isolation insures that the
distractions of big city life are all but forgotten
amidst the picturesque landscape of Elmsborough. Only the
occasional stories of curious happenings within
Ravensmoor's halls and in the town itself stand to mar
the school and town's reputation.
Over the last few hundred years since the school's
construction, the residents of the town of Elmsborough have long
since grown accustomed to dismissing any notion of
strange happenings and occurrences. The sleepy little
community is simply content to exist, and to remain
mostly anonymous in the annals of history, oblivious to
the darker world around them.
In reality, though, Elmsborough is a town besieged. Restless
ghosts haunt the older mansions, seeking escape from this
existence, and finding none, tormenting the living
residents. Strange, aliens congregate in the streets,
wearing human guises and going unnoticed as they wait,
planning their next move. And still, far stranger, more
otherworldly beings seek entrance into our world as
foolish mortals tamper with things best left alone.
But by far, the main nexus for these occurrences is
Ravensmoor itself. The high school appears to outsiders
as mundane as the rest of the town. The large majority of
its students and faculty having no inkling of the true
darkness that dwells with in its halls.
And that, for the most part, is to be the main focus of
our tales. Our continuing sojourns into the unknown, dark
and twisting nether. If you are easily frightened, often
offended, or simply are not ready due to your country's
restrictive laws regarding erotic literature, then I
suggest you flee for your life now. If not, then I invite
you to sit back, and enjoy the ride as begin tonight's
story like any good nightmare does. Alone, in the
darkness of a little girl's bedroom...
The Truth About Sarah
By
Adiemus Bacchante
The dream came again that night. As she lay in a fitful
sleep upon the bed she had once found both comforting and
restful, Sarah woke to what she thought was the sound of
thunder. But as she opened her eyes onto her dark
bedroom, the girl found the eerily twisted shapes of tree
branch shadows upon her ceiling, shed by the moon on a
cloudless night.
"I'm dreaming," she told herself for the thousandth time.
Sarah knew it was a lie. She knew that whatever the
unspeakable horror was lurking in the darkness was it was
all too real. Every night for the month she'd either felt
it, saw it, or heard it. The dark creature her mind could
find no name for seemed content for the moment to simply
spy upon the girl. As some dark guardian, or as a
predator stalker its prey, Sarah still had no idea.
"Go away!" she whispered harshly at the shadows near her
dresser, "I don't want you here!"
There was the sound of something slithering across the
floor, followed by a gentle thud before the shadows
seemed to clear, as always revealing nothing. Sarah
tilted her head up and stared at the ceiling, unwilling
to scream as she heard it crawling along the carpet
towards her. She knew screaming would do no good. It
hadn't in the first week since her thirteenth birthday.
Resulting only in scaring her mother the first time, and
annoying both her parents by the third time. On the
fourth night they'd discussed calling in a specialist, so
Sarah had started keeping quiet about it.
"It's just a dream... It's just a dream," Sarah chanted
like a hopeful mantra, even as she shivered in fear of
the shadow's icy touch, "It's just a dream, it's just a
dream..."
"Sssarah..."
The girl let out an involuntary whimper, curling herself
up into a tight ball in the center of the bed. She
quickly buried herself in her blankets, her pillow over
her head, covering her ears, desperate to block out all
sound.
Sarah!" the voice was more insistent this time. Louder.
More in her mind than in her ears.
"What do you want?!" she pleaded for the hundredth time,
wanting desperately to scream the words a the top of her
lungs, but daring not to.
"Sarah..." was the only reply, a voice sinister, yet
gentle. Malevolent, yet loving. A voice who's hot breath
Sarah could feel upon her ear, even though her pillow was
pressed tightly against it.
"Go away," Sarah wept, shutting her eyes so tightly they
hurt, "Either kill me, or just go away!"
She surprised herself with those words. And the distant
sound of amused chuckling seemed to echo through her room
before vanishing into the shadows once again. Sarah moved
the pillow from her ear as the voice drifted away, and
she realized that she was almost beyond the fear. Most
nights, once the creature had finally given up it's game;
Sarah had found herself drenched in sweat, shaking
violently. This night, however she found herself almost
numb to the fear.
"I'm going insane," she reasoned, staring blankly at the
underside of her pillow, "I'm going completely crazy and
they're going to send me to an asylum..."
Sarah pulled her pillow away, knowing that the danger had
passed. She glanced at the digital clock; its red glowing
numbers stared back at her and pronounced the time to be
"3:45am". "If only they'd believe me," she murmured,
turning away and watching the shadows of branches on her
ceiling shift with a pair of passing headlights, "But
mom's trapped in her own little perfect world, and dad's
almost never home. No wonder they don't believe me. They
don't even know who I am..."
***
Sarah came downstairs in time to see her father give her
mother his customary kiss goodbye before heading out the
door. 'Same thing every morning,' the girl thought
wearily.
Sarah vaguely recalled her father mentioning something
about finalizing some kind of corporate merger over
dinner the previous night. Apparently he wouldn't be home
until late tonight because of it. Not that it made a huge
difference. No matter where her parents were, the shadows
always came for her at night...
It was then that the smell hit her. Sarah immediately
grabbed her stomach as her insides seemed intent on
escape. She looked up and saw her mother frying bacon.
For no reason Sarah could fathom, the smell was noxious,
filling the air with a thick miasma of stench. She felt
sick, but having an empty stomach there was little danger
of throwing up.
Instead, Sarah ran back upstairs and flung herself down
on her bed, waiting until the nausea had passed. "I must
be coming down with something," she said to herself,
staring at the ceiling and listening for her mother's
impatient call to breakfast, "I should probably just
sneak out or something."
"Sarah?" came her mother's all too high-pitched shrill
morning voice, making the girl cringe, "Are you okay,
honey?"
Her mother knocked on the door, but in the way of all
parents opened it without invitation. "Sarah?" her mother
asked again, standing in the doorway with a look of
concern, "Breakfast is ready, dear. Aren't you hungry?"
"No," she lied. In truth Sarah was famished, but the mere
smell of solid food made her want to wretch, "I'll just
have something to drink for now, and eat at lunch."
"Oh. I see," responded her mother, her motherly tone of
concern turning to a motherly tone of disappointment.
Hardly a surprise to Sarah's ears, "Then I guess I just
won't bother cooking you breakfast in the morning
anymore."
Sarah shook her head in dismay as her mother stormed off;
making unnecessary amounts of noise once she got
downstairs. "Whatever," grumbled Sarah, sitting up and
contemplating whether it was worth getting to school
early, "Like you actually care or something."
After a moment, she got to her feet and stared out at the
old tree outside her window. "Strange," she commented,
almost more to the tree than to herself, "Ever since
these 'dreams' started, nothing much seems to matter."
The tree seemed content to withhold comment, however.
Sarah really couldn't blame it, though. It just being
just a tree and all.
***
The house was quiet and dark when Sarah finally got home
that night, the long winding walk through town she'd
taken to avoid going home right away ensuring that the
autumn sun was low on the horizon by the time she'd
returned. The girl paused, staring up at her second story
bedroom window as the shadows lengthened around her, and
bleak sunlight became dull reddish orange.
"Are you waiting for me?" she whispered at her window,
shivering as much from the thought of receiving an answer
as the cold wind that blew past her, "What is it that you
want from me?"
For a long moment, Sarah just stood there, contemplating
nothing. Simply feeling the cold wind as it wrapped
around her bare legs, threatening to lift the dark purple
and black pleated skirt of her school uniform. The breeze
seemed almost therapeutic, though, reminding the girl
that she was indeed alive.
"Might as well face it," the girl muttered, shaking her
head and dispelling the fear that lurked in the back of
her mind as she walked up the stairs and tried the door.
To Sarah's surprise, though, it swung open as her small
hand touched the handle.
Her dark eyes widened as the creaking sound filled her
ears, and the wind pushed the door all the way open. On
instinct, Sarah glanced around, expecting to see someone,
anyone who could explain to her why the door was left
open. But the streets were deserted.
Walking back down to the sidewalk, Sarah noticed for the
first time that there were no cars parked in any of her
neighbor's driveways. There were no sounds of children
playing in backwards, only to be called in by worried
mothers. Only dead dry leaves floating in the wind
currents occupied the empty streets with her.
"Strange," Sarah thought aloud, feeling a peculiar calm
overtake her, despite being more alone that she'd ever
been in her entire life, "Very odd."
With a shrug, the girl moved her long, auburn hair out of
her eyes and over one shoulder as she walked back up to
her house, and into silent dwelling. As she suspected,
there were no signs of life, but a small piece of paper
was waiting for her on the kitchen table told the whole
story.
Without bothering to take off her shoes, Sarah walked
across the hardwood floor and picked it up. The note was
as she suspected. "Dear Sarah," it read, and the girl
could almost feel the sarcasm beneath the exasperation,
"I really needed a night out, so I had your father take
me to dinner. Don't wait up! Mom."
"Yeah, whatever," the girl commented bitterly as she
crumpled up the note and tossed it into the waste basket
before returning to make sure the front door was securely
locked, "It's not as though the monsters under my bed are
out to get me or something."
Once she'd removed her shoes, and hung up her coat, Sarah
headed upstairs, and into the bathroom. "At least I've
always been safe here," she commented, her voice sounding
strangely hollow as the girl switched the light on,
"Monsters don't like the light. Or so they say..."
Glancing at her reflection, Sarah pushed her hair away
from her face with both hands and exhaled slowly. She
could see the effects the dreams were having on her. The
lack of sleep was surely taking its toll in the way her
eyes seemed almost dim, by the increasingly pale pallor
of her skin, and by the way her long auburn hair had lost
its life.
"I feel about a hundred years old," she told her
reflection as she undressed, leaving her school uniform
in a pile near the door before running the water for a
long hot shower.
"But if I was a hundred years old, at least I'd be able
to leave this place," she replied to her own statement as
the girl sat naked on the edge of the tub, "Maybe I'd
even get away from myself."
Reaching out her hand into the falling water, Sarah found
it to be icy cold. With a suspicious glance, she touched
the faucet marked "hot" and turned it a little farther.
After quietly watching the falling water for a full
minute, Sarah touched the flow again and found it to not
be much better.
"Fine," she muttered, turning the tap half-way before
standing up and pulling out the knob that made the water
switch to the shower, "I'll worry about it in a minute."
Sarah then pulled the curtain closed, suddenly shivering
as a cool breeze entered through the partially open
bathroom door. "I thought I'd closed that," she pondered,
and pushed the door closed with her foot before returning
to the shower.
The water felt good as it splashed across her naked body,
forming little rivulets that followed her adolescent
curves with seeming interest. Yet as her mind wandered,
Sarah found herself oblivious to the strange ways the
water seemed to move. Even as it seemed to almost
reluctantly clinging to her small nipples, the girl
simply stood there, her eyes closed, listening to its
almost hypnotic rhythm against both her body and the
porcelain beneath her feet.
Soon, though, the water became almost sluggish in its
decent. With a seeming will of its own, the water began
to caress Sarah's body, exploring her delicate curves
with he touch of a skilled, subtle lover. Without really
noticing, Sarah sighed contentedly, arching her back and
closing her eyes as the water seemed to ooze over her
small, firm breasts, making her pinkish nipples harden in
excitement.
But even as steam rose all around her, Sarah felt herself
shiver, and opened her eyes to turn the hot water tap a
little farther over. But as the girl did so, the pleasant
caress of the water across her breasts ceased, and she
felt a deep sense of longing she couldn't define.
"Oh well," Sarah told herself, bending over to grab the
soap, "no sense day dreaming."
With her back to the spray, Sarah rubbed the bar of soap
between her hands and began to spread the frothy goo up
her arms, feeling the day's tension seem to peel away as
she went. And once again, as Sarah closed her eyes, the
water seemed to take on a life of its own. It's hypnotic
rhythm causing the girl's mind to wader as it rubbed
itself firmly against her shoulders, and ran almost
firmly down her back where it flowed almost
appreciatively over the curve of her bottom.
All the while, Sarah hummed tunelessly, her body
responding to the water's warm caress, the girl
blissfully unaware of its intentions. Even when a rivulet
ran down between her ass cheeks and seemed to push gently
against her tight little opening, Sarah hardly noticed.
Her entire concentration was focused on lathering
herself, and she only felt a pleasant tingle as her small
hands rubbed against her breasts before moving down
towards her stomach.
Without concern, the girl leaned forward, causing the
water to splash against her backside as she lathered her
legs, little noticing as the water rubbed more firmly
against her bottom.
Soon, even the steam that filled the shower seemed to
take an interest in the girl's young nubile body. As
Sarah stood up and turned around to face the oncoming
water, she actually felt it close in around her. For the
first time, the rhythmic sounds of the water didn't
distract Sarah, and the whole situation came into focus
with frightening clarity.
Opening her eyes at the sudden strange feeling of being
touched all over by the wet, ethereal matter, Sarah
shivered despite the heat. "What, what are you...?" she
stammered, glancing slowly over her shoulder as the mist
coiled about her, and the water once more became a
sluggish ooze that clung to her small body.
"What do you want!?" cried Sarah, gasping in fright as
the water gave her breasts a firm squeeze and pushed down
upon the small of her back with surprising strength.
"No! Please don't do this!" the girl begged as the water
forced her onto her hands and knees, "Please! I'll do
anything!"
Just on the edge of her hearing, Sarah could hear a low
chuckling sound. The voice gave her a second chill. There
was something strangely familiar about the sound, but the
girl couldn't place it. The quiet laughter soon changed
to more of soft exclamation of intense interest, but the
thrumming of the water against the tub drowned the words
the voice spoke.
Soon, all that Sarah could see was the steam, rolling in
like a thick fog that threatened to carry her away to
another realm where nightmares where made real. The only
thing that held her on the earthly plane was the feel of
the icy cold porcelain of the tub beneath her hands and
knees.
Soon, the water that fell upon her back seemed to change.
It no longer fell in steady stream, spouting from the
showerhead, but now fell directly from overhead like some
kind of dark rain. It's interest in Sarah's young body
ceased to halt, however. With renewed intensity, a
constant rivulet of hot water flowed between the two
modest rises of her bottom, and brushed past her anus as
though reluctant to leave before running down further and
almost joyously finding her untouched pussy.
With its strange sentience, the water began to flow
between the now quivering lips of Sarah's pussy, pushing
deeper with every passing moment before rushing forward
to her now hardened clit where it fell towards the pull
of gravity like a reluctant waterfall.
Sarah shook her head, closing her eyes and gritting her
teeth defiantly. "No," she told the water as she
struggled to push herself up, to find the strength to
stand as the water seemed to cling to every intimate part
of her body it could find, "This is a dream! It's not
happening. I can make this stop if I just wake up..."
The girl pushed harder, forcing her shoulders higher, but
the water merely increased its speed and strength. Sarah
then let out a defiant shriek as the water caressed its
way around her body and almost seemed to hold the
teenager's small breasts with enormous all encompassing
hands. Sarah cried out, feeling tears fall from her eyes
that were lost in the torrential downpour, as the water
began pushing against her breasts as it slid across her
skin before falling off the ends of her nipples, giving
them a final twisting squeeze before falling into the
mists below.
"No, no, no!" she cried defiantly as Sarah felt her body
react to the strange caresses. The way the water touched
her neck becoming a stream of nibbles and kisses, the
hard pressure upon her back feeling more like a thousand
firm hands rubbing rhythmically against her tense
muscles, and the strange feeling of the water upon the
girl's auburn hair felt like fingers playfully running
through it.
Finally, Sarah opened her eyes, unable to hold back the
building sensation. She could feel something warm and wet
probing at the entrance to her bottom, poking tentatively
further in every so often before flowing back the way it
came, teasing the girl as more water seemed to clench and
unclench itself against her clit in time with the near
penetrations.
"What are-! What are you doing?!" Sarah gasped, hardly
noticing the way her pussy lips were being slowly moved
aside as water that refused to leave began pushing itself
against the warm resistance of its victim's womanhood.
Sarah then had to catch her breath, gritting her teeth
and letting out a long, excited moan of denied ecstasy as
the water finally penetrated the tightness of her bottom,
squirming around inside her and ticking nerves the girl
never knew she had.
"Oh! Oh yes-! Nooo!" she pleaded, arching her back and
feeling the water upon her small perky breasts grip
harder as the water that had been slowly pushing its way
into her pussy gave a sudden hard thrust.
With a cry of denial, Sarah felt the water push its way
deep inside her, bypassing all resistance by being fluid
in some places, and strangely solid in others. "This-
This can't be happening!" she stammered, feeling
something grip her shoulders tightly before thrusting
deeper into her, "This isn't real!"
Once again, the far off voice changed, making sounds as
though it were out of breath as the water began to pull
back and thrust forward in jarring motions that slid
Sarah's body back and forth across the bottom of the tub.
"No! No! No!" the girl exclaimed, feeling her own
excitement at having something so firm, yet so fluid
filling her pussy, dragging itself back and forth as it
squeezed brushed against her clit, "I don't want to-! I
don't want to like this!"
Sarah could hear the voice, louder now, and the steam
seemed to be hot breath against her ear as the pressure
upon her shoulders was joined by the feel of the water
gripping her ass cheeks in its peculiar flowing fashion.
"Soon..." the voice promised, familiar but distorted in
Sarah's ear. Its tone was becoming ragged, and she could
feel the water all around her pulse with a building
climax.
"No!" the girl exclaimed, instinctively knowing what was
about happen, "Don't do that inside me! Noooo...!"
***
Sarah's scream filled the classroom with a terrible echo.
Jarring the poor girl awake as she thrashed about at her
desk. For a long moment, the other students and their
teacher simply stared in shock as the girl struggled,
flailing her arms and kicking her legs defiantly. "No!
Don't!" Sarah screamed again, this time eliciting a small
chorus of giggles from her classmates.
"Sarah!" her teacher commanded, instantly snapping the
poor girl's mind back to reality.
With a start, Sarah opened her eyes to a horror far
greater than the water in the shower raping her. She sat
in the center row, near the front of the class, beads of
sweat rolling off her, her small body shaking almost
convulsively. Around her, the entire class stared in a
combination of amusement and disgust, but at the front of
the room, Sarah's teacher looked on with a look of deep
concern.
"Are you okay, um, Sarah is it?" Ms. Davenport inquired
half-hesitantly, casting two of the giggling girls near
the back a warning glance.
"Y-yes, ma'am," managed Sarah, her throat was so dry that
it was hard to speak.
The woman exhaled loudly, shaking her head in dismay.
"It's not the best start to my career here at
Ravensmoor," commented Ms. Davenport with a touch of
levity that brought a weak smile to Sarah's lips, "My
lessons are so boring that they don't only but my
students to sleep, they give them nightmares."
"It, um, it wasn't that, miss," the girl stammered,
looking all the more embarrassed as all eyes seemed to be
focused upon her, "I- I'm sorry..."
"It's alright," the teacher assured quietly, "Now why
don't you go and get cleaned up. It's my first day here,
so I won't be handing out any homework."
'I need a drink,' she thought inwardly as the rest of the
class let out a cheer at the promise, 'but I don't know
if I can handle water right now...'
"Just don't be long," Ms. Davenport added over the
ruckus, "I still want to go over the chapter four, and
the reasons that the Spanish armada failed."
The girl struggled to her feet, pausing for a moment and
looking rather puzzled as she felt the strange dampness
of her panties. A few of the girls snickered at her
expression, and she quickly scurried from the class,
unable to face them any longer, yet thankful for the
reprieve.
As Sarah entered the quiet hall and closed the door
behind her, she shook her head in amazed horror,
realizing that this was the first time she'd ever had so
many of her classmates even bother to notice her at any
one time. Screaming and crying, begging for her life was
hardly the ideal first impression, but now it was over
with. There was nothing to do but find the bathroom and
wash up.
The girl's footsteps seemed to echo hollowly along the
empty hallway, and the heavy door seemed displeased about
being forced open between classes. With a sudden shudder,
Sarah felt an unstoppable gush of tears fall from her
eyes as the sterile smell of the girl's bathroom
assaulted her senses.
"Why?" she demanded rhetorically, running to the closest
mirror and leaning against the sink, "Why me? Why must I
have these dreams?!"
Sarah felt a surge of anger as she looked up at her
reflection in the mirror. Her tears had reddened her
eyes, and those tears in turn had left her face stained
by their passage. "It's not fair!" she told her
reflection, defiantly, "Do you hear me!? It's not fair!"
With a sudden burst of anger Sarah never knew she could
muster, the girl slammed her fist against the mirror,
sending cracks out in all directions from the point of
impact.
"Oh my..." she muttered, pulling back her fists and
staring at it in amazement. The girl had received not a
single cut; yet the mirror was ruined by a thousand tiny
fractures that formed huge cracks along its surface.
"How did I..." she began, suddenly seeing a vague image
of a strange figure in the mirror just over her shoulder.
"What'd you do that for?!" demanded a haggard male voice,
causing a surge of panic to fill Sarah's consciousness.
As she spun around, Sarah knew she was in real trouble.
Before her stood the school janitor. An aging relic from
who knew when. None of the students really knew his name,
most ignoring the glum, bitter looking old man who often
muttered to himself as he mopped the floors. The faculty
was worse, however, denying his existence to the point
where he was not even considered as a witness to any
wrong doings that went on in the school. The nameless
janitor had truly become a non-entity.
"I- I-" stammered Sarah, her throat feeling sore and
ragged from screaming, her eyes wide with alarm as the
man dropped his broom and approached her with a growing
expression of anger.
"You broke the mirror!" he shouted, reaching out with
both hands, causing Sarah to raise her arms defensively,
only to find her wrists grabbed by an iron grip, "How
could you!?"
"I'm sorry!" the girl cried, new tears forming in her
eyes, "I didn't mean to!"
"You'll have to pay for that," the man said in a tone
that sounded angry, yet distant, "And it'll cost you,
little girl."
"My parents-!" she began, but yelped in surprise as the
janitor forced Sarah to her knees.
"Ah, no!" she exclaimed, finding her face in line with
the man's crotch.
"You'll pay," the man repeated, lifting both of Sarah's
arms above her head and taking both wrists in one long
fingered hand.
"Please..." begged Sarah, sniffling as she felt the cold
of the floor tiles seep into her bones through her bare
calves, wishing that her school uniform didn't force her
to wear a skirt, "You don't need to do this..."
"Yes," the man chuckled, taking down his fly and reaching
inside his pants, "Pay, pay, pay..."
Sarah gasped, but didn't cry out as the nameless janitor
drew out his semi-hard cock and let it hang obscenely
before her face. "What-? What are you doing?" she
stammered, issuing a muffled cry as his thick, meaty cock
was pushed against her lips.
The girl closed her mouth immediately, refusing to allow
such an old, horrible looking thing to enter her mouth.
The gesture, however, only seemed to spurn him on. With a
sinister chuckle, the janitor's cock stiffened and
stretched out until it pushed almost painfully against
Sarah's face.
"Mm, mmm!" pleaded Sarah, shaking her head and looking up
into the man's almost glazed over looking eyes, begging
for some small mercy.
The man merely chuckled in response, a hollow sound that
seemed almost not to originate from within him and let go
of his now throbbing member. With a wide grin that showed
his cracked, yellowing teeth, the janitor grabbed hold of
Sarah's nose, laughing as the girl finally opened her
mouth to breath.
"Mmmf!" she exclaimed, feeling the dick filled her small
mouth as Sarah tried desperately to draw back her tongue
from it's strange flavor.
"Now you pay," the man chuckled, letting go of Sarah's
wrists and nose before taking two plentiful handfuls of
the girl's auburn hair and pulling her head back.
Sarah's eyes widened in alarm as she watched the length
of the janitor's cock slide out past her lips, the girl
trying desperately to scream as he thrust it back into
her with malicious force.
"Mmm! Mmmf!" came Sarah's muffled protest as she
instinctively pounded her fists against the man's chest,
finding his seemingly frail body to be as hard as stone.
With a continuing chuckle that sounded some how
unnaturally forced, the janitor pulled and pushed Sarah's
head back and forth, forcing the adolescent girl to suck
his hard cock.
'No,' pleaded Sarah inwardly, fresh tears streaming down
her face as she gagged, trying desperately just to
breath, until after what seemed like an eternity, her
molester pushed her away with surprising force.
"Paaaaaay," the man moaned, staggering backwards as Sarah
was thrown to the floor in a heap.
The girl looked up just in time to see the janitor
standing before her with his dick in his hand. With a
seeming desperation, he pumped his thick hard cock with
his hand, his glazed eyes staring blankly at his own
reflection in one of the unbroken mirrors.
"Freak..." muttered Sarah, spitting out the strange salty
fluid that seemed to cling to her tongue, watching in
morbid fascination as the janitor's face began terribly
flushed.
"Only you..." he moaned, the words striking Sarah as
rather odd as he blew his hot, sticky load. The
impossibly thick white goo shot out with near unerring
accuracy, and Sarah gasped aloud when she saw an equal
amount follow again and again until a surly impossible
amount of the man's cum had squirted out, covering the
reflective surface with vulgar, viscous goo that even now
oozed downward.
"Pay..." the janitor cackled, reaching out for Sarah
again.
"No!" she shouted, staggering to her feet and running
forward.
With an incomprehensible yell, Sarah plowed full tilt
into the man. To her horror, however, the janitor merely
grunted, grabbing the poor girl by the hair once more.
"Now what-?!" gasped Sarah, feeling her anger slowly
building deep within her as the man roughly turned her
around, twisting the girl's hair painfully.
"Clean..." the man replied, his voice sounding more like
vibrations carried by the wind from the mouth of a dark
cavern.
"No! That's-! That's disgusting!" exclaimed Sarah;
struggling as best she could as the schoolgirl's body was
forcively bent over the sink, the side of her face mashed
against the repulsively smeared mirror.
"Now, pay!" the man laughed as Sarah felt the hot,
disgusting goo squish out around her cheek where it was
pressed against the glass, "Clean!"
"No! Never!" replied Sarah unwillingly, even as the man
grabbed her head in both hands and turned her to face the
mirror fully.
As the girl looked into her own eyes, she nearly cried
out in horror as she saw the thick coating of cum that
had been smeared across her cheek. The way it dripped off
her pale skin into the sink seeming even more vulgar than
the awkward violation she'd just received.
"You sick freak!" she cursed, only to be punished for the
comment by having her head moved up and down over the
mirror, her dry lips being wetted by the sticky mess.
"Only you..." came the words again, and this time Sarah
was certain that they didn't come from the janitor.
"Wha-?!" she began, only to cry out in absolute disgust
as Sarah felt the goo smeared across her tongue as the
man moved her face across the mirror.
"...can..."
"Bu-! Uhg-!" the girl sputtered, the pain of the sink's
edge against her stomach seeming minor in comparison to
being forced to lick her molester's cum from the mirror.
"...stop..."
'Only I can stop this?!' she thought desperately,
reaching out with her consciousness, trying to hold onto
the words.
"Yesss," hissed a voice that Sarah now realized was more
in her mind than in reality.
'Then I chose to!' she exclaimed inwardly, desperately
hoping the voice was listening.
All of the lights in the washroom exploding at the same
time immediately rewarded the plighted girl. The darkness
that enveloped the two becoming so total and complete
that Sarah could not even see the mirror so close to her
face. A split second later, she felt the man let her go,
and her ears were assaulted by a terrible screaming.
After a moment, Sarah realized that it was the janitor's
voice, and not her own. She pushed away from the sink and
turned to face the sound, but it seemed to come from
everywhere and nowhere all at once.
"What's happening?!" Sarah demanded, turning around and
around in the utter darkness, "What is this?!"
"Desssstiny," whispered a voice inside her head, just
before Sarah blacked out...
***
Sarah awoke yet again as the sound of prerecorded chime
issued from the intercom, signaling the end of classes.
"Wha-? Where-?!" she began, finding herself laying atop a
small, narrow and terribly uncomfortable bed.
"You're in the nurse's office," a kindly voice replied as
a cool wet cloth covered the girl's forehead, "One of the
students found you passed out in the washroom, and-"
Sarah's eyes went wide as the woman spoke, her sweat
causing her uniform to cling to her skin. "Then, then
they found..." she stammered interrupting the older woman
who tilted her head to one side questioningly.
"Found what deary?"
"The custodian," the girl replied, her pale cheeks
flaring red as Sarah began to shake, "He... He..."
"He hasn't been in to work in over a week," the nurse
replied, shaking her head at the seemingly frightened
Sarah, "Look, I know only just after lunch, but I suggest
you get yourself home. You're in no condition to be
learning anything today."
Sarah snickered, shaking her head in dismay. "I've
learned quite enough today, thanks," she muttered to
herself, causing deep lines of worry to cross the school
nurse's face, "So I guess I will..."
The older woman looked thoughtful for a moment as Sarah
swung her legs over and hopped down off the unpleasant
bed. "It isn't that time of the month for you, is it?"
she inquired, her pale blue eyes giving Sarah an all too
discerning look.
"No," the girl replied, shaking her head straightening
out the dark purple and black pleats of her uniform
skirt, "I don't think that's it."
"Oh, I tried calling your parents as well," the nurse
continued, causing Sarah to twitch suddenly, a deep sense
of dread filling her as the door out of the stuffy little
room seemed to grow farther away.
"And?" she inquired, walking towards the exit, thinking
only of the cool October air that would soon surround her
and fill her lungs with its sweet feeling of fleeting
freedom.
The woman shook her head. "I can't find either of them,"
she replied in an annoyed tone, "but when you get home, I
suggest you tell them that they take you to see the
doctor."
"Yeah," replied Sarah with more than a hint of sarcastic
cynicism as she turned the door handle and pried the door
open, "I'll get right no that."
"See that you do!" the woman's voice called out behind
her as Sarah practically slammed the door closed behind
her and quickly hurried down the wide hall to the stairs
that would take her to the second floor and her locker.
"Right," the girl muttered, her footsteps echoing off the
ancient, gray stone walls and marble floor, "if mom finds
out about this, she'll probable arrange for me to move
into the dorms!"
Sarah stopped at her words, her nimble fingers already
fondling the metal combination lock of her locker. For a
moment, the girl considered the possibility, wondering if
the shadows that dwelt within her room most nights were
really worse than the strange, twisted hallucinations
she'd had at the school.
"No," she told herself, spinning the dial a few times
before pulling the lock open, "there's no sense dragging
anyone else into this."
Sarah reached in and yanked out her backpack, only then
noticing the strange cool air that seemed to radiate from
within the small metal compartment of her locker. As she
watched, the vague, fleeting shadows seemed to stir.
Shifting, moving closer together, congealing until the
girl's locker was filled with nothing but a dark void of
blackness that seemed all too compelling as she stared
into it.
"N, no!" Sarah exclaimed loudly, forcing her eyes closed
and slamming the locker door shut with all her might,
barely noticing the metallic rattling from within as she
held it closed with one hand.
"Enough," the girl cursed through gritted teeth, her eyes
stinging with tears as whatever force that possessed her
locker subsided and Sarah was able to look up, surprised
by what she saw.
As she looked on, Sarah's deep blue eyes widened. For in
the center of the door, where her hand had been was a
definite imprint of that same hand. With a small gasp,
Sarah pulled her arm back staring at her palm for a
moment before examining the dent in the metal.
"No," she whispered to herself, quickly turning away and
marching deliberately back down the hall to the
stairwell, "This isn't real. This is another
hallucination."
Somewhere behind her, a door opened and the sound of
murmuring voices echoed from a class room as a teacher
came out into the hall, more than likely to see what all
the noise was about, but by that time, Sarah was already
down heading down the stairs, unwilling to look back.
***
Once outside, and down the wide stone steps of the main
entrance of Ravensmoor, the pale sun and cool air did
surprisingly little to improve the girl's mood. As she
cut across the lawn, heading for the sidewalk, Sarah
couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach, hating the
fact that her only real choice was to go home and wait
for her parents.
"It's almost tempting to just try and leave down. The bus
station's closer than my house," she muttered, walking
down the street and catching a glimpse of something black
leaping away out of the corner of her eye.
With a startled gasp, the girl whirled around, her
fingers clenched into fists as she prepared to defend
herself however meekly against the darkness that perused
her.
"Oh," Sarah muttered with relief, her pulse slowing back
to normal as she spotted the black shape, and saw it for
what it was.
A large, black furred cat had managed to knock a swooping
sparrow out of the air, breaking its wing almost
inadvertently. As Sarah watched, the cruel feline batted
the avian, sending it rolling across the grass before
pouncing upon it again with no intention of a quick kill.
Sarah sighed heavily, shaking her head at the scene. "I'm
like that bird," she told herself as the sparrow's
strangled cries solicited a hiss from its tormentor, and
the wind picked up just a little.
"Yes," whispered a voice in Sarah's ear, seemingly
carried by the breeze, causing the girl to shut her eyes
tight and grab twin handfuls of her own thick, wavy brown
hair in frustration, "but you could be the cat..."
"Enough!" the girl hissed through gritted teeth, kneeling
down and shaking her head, "Leave me alone! I just want a
normal life!"
"Be careful," the voice told her as it dissipated, "Be
careful what you wish for..."
***
Sarah looked up from the television as a key turned in
the front door. "It's about time," she muttered, picking
the remote up off the arm of her father's chair and
switching off the news before getting up and leaving the
living room.
"Anyone home?" called her mother as the door opened, her
arms full of groceries.
"No, just me," Sarah replied, quickly moving to take the
one of the heavy paper bags, half amused by her mother's
lack of comment to her statement as she lugged it out to
the kitchen in both arms.
"Any word from your father?" her mother called out,
lugging more bags in from the front step.
"Not really," the girl stated warily, dropping her bag on
the kitchen table and for the first time noticing just
how dark it had gotten outside, "but he said he'd be
late, right?"
Sarah's mother nodded warily, barely sparing her daughter
a glance as the haggard looking woman closed and securely
locked the door. "Yes, that's right, isn't it?" she
stated rhetorically in an exasperated tone, walking past
Sarah as though she were a piece of furniture on the
woman's way to the kitchen, "He left me alone with a
daughter who won't eat."
"I never said that," Sarah replied in a tone of barely
contained bitterness, her eyes narrowing as she followed
her mother into the kitchen with another bag of
groceries.
"Well the breakfast I made this morning certainly wasn't
good enough for you," the woman chided, slamming several
soup cans down on the table as she unpacked them, her
tone one of poorly contained annoyance, "Now I'm just
wondering if what I cook for supper with be good enough
for 'her royal highness.'"
Sarah rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she yanked out
a bundle of celery. "Look, I-" she began before catching
sight of the vegetable stalks and feeling her stomach
lurch.
"Sarah?" her mother all but demanded, turning an
imperious gaze on the girl as she dropped the vegetable
and doubled over, clutching her stomach, "Sarah, what's
wrong?!"
The girl opened one eye as she slumped over, lying in the
fetal position upon the black and white checker pattern
of the linoleum. "I- I-" she gasped, staring at her hand
as the mere memory of how the celery felt in it made
Sarah's stomach churn unpleasantly.
"You're not pregnant are you?!" her mother demanded,
causing Sarah to give a short, painful laugh as hunger
pains suddenly stabbed through her like long hot pins
jabbed into the girl's stomach.
"N, no," Sarah managed, taking several deep breaths as
her mother went into a rant about how she was too young
to be having sex despite her complete lack of social
popularity, "It, it's just-"
"And another thing!" the woman went on, storming about
the kitchen, angrily slamming things down as she spoke in
a stern tone, "There's no way I'm raising it for you. If
you choose to have this thing, it's YOUR responsibility,
NOT mine, and not your father's!"
"M-Mother!" Sarah managed angrily, raising her head and
ignoring the combination of pain and revulsion as she
stared back at the woman, "I... I Am NOT pregnant!"
The woman stopped for a moment, considering the prone
girl. "And another thing," she added, her fists jabbing
into her hips as she stared disapprovingly down at her
daughter, "Why are you still in your school clothes. I
thought you hated that uniform."
Sarah blinked, considering her mother for moment. "I, I
guess it just never occurred to me," she replied, finding
the pain and twisting of her stomach to have subsided.
"Just get off my floor. I have to clean your clothes
after all," her mother muttered, pulling out a few pots
from the cupboard, "And while you're at it, help me with
supper."
"I'm not hungry," Sarah muttered, using the table to pull
herself to her feet, causing her mother to stop and stare
at her, the long kitchen knife in the woman's hand poised
to slice a carrot.
"You're joking."
Sarah shook her head and left the kitchen, ignoring her
mother's screaming fit, and threats of never feeding her
ever again. "I just don't care anymore," Sarah muttered,
heading for the stairs so she could hide out in her room,
"As far as I'm concerned, the shadows can just take me at
this point..."
***
The rain had started a few hours ago when Sarah had
closed the door and lied out upon her bed atop the
blankets. And now as lightning flashed outside, while
thunder rattled the windowpanes, the girl stared at the
tree-branch shadow patterns on the ceiling, waiting for
the inevitable.
"I'm here," Sarah whispered, her arms at her sides, her
legs slightly apart as a strange feeling of calm
descended upon her, making the girl wonder if that was
the same feeling doomed martyrs felt as they waited for
the inevitable, "I've had enough. And I'm ready... So
where are you?"
Her only answer was the quiet drone of the television
downstairs, which her mother had turned up far too loud
in a petty attempt to share her fed up mood suddenly
switching off. A moment later, and the sound of heavy
footsteps upon the wooden staircase signaled Sarah's
mother going to bed.
"Why can't you just take her?" the girl demanded the
darkness, her ears straining for any sound that might
indicate the phantoms that tormented Sarah's nocturnal
thoughts had returned, "Why me? Isn't she good enough for
you?!"
Sarah sniffled, feeling tears spill from her eyes before
running down to her earlobes as another crash of thunder
followed a flash of lightning by less than a heartbeat,
signaling its extreme closeness.
"Just take her," she pleaded, her body shaking as Sarah
felt something odd stir inside her, the girl's contempt
for her mother spurned on her words, "do whatever it is
you want to do, just leave me alone... She deserves this,
not me..."
Another crash of thunder and Sarah caught the sound of a
high-pitched shriek suddenly cut off. For a moment, she
listened intently, imagining her mother's muffled cries
until a loud thud upon the wall startled Sarah from her
reverie.
"Who's there?" she demanded, sitting up and listening
carefully, hearing an indistinct noise from her mother's
bedroom, one that seemed to cross a slow intake of breath
and the howling of the wind outside before things became
deafly silent except for the rain once more.
Sarah exhaled slowly, leaning back against her headboard
and closing her eyes tightly, her fists clenching as the
girl bowed her head and gritted her teeth. "Just get this
over with!" muttered Sarah, her anger suddenly pushing
down the girl's fear, "Enough of this! Enough of you!
Just do whatever it is you came here to do and leave me
alone!"
Sarah bellowed out the last words in a loud, angry tone,
hardly caring that her voice would carry all through the
house, no longer concerned about her parents deciding to
send her off to be a boarder at the school. The girl's
anger consumed her, driving back the last bastions of her
fear as Sarah opened her eyes and stared at the dark
shapes moving around her bed.
Her scream caught in her throat as Sarah's heart raced as
all around her more than a dozen long, black tendrils of
what appeared to be nothing more than solidified darkness
rose up from the floor and oriented on the girl like a
pack of hungry vipers.
Sarah closed her eyes again, her breathing quickening as
she tried to calm herself, the girl's anger faltering as
her fears took a life of their own. "What," she managed
to force out, trying to keep her tone aggressive as Sarah
forced open her eyes and realized that the watching
tendrils were indeed not just part of another nightmare,
"Do you want?!"
The wind outside howled again, sounding almost like a
voice as it whispered her name. "Tell me!" Sarah demanded
of the tentacles as they, much like snakes, flopped
themselves down upon the bed, and began to slither along
the mattress towards her.
"N-No-!" the girl screamed, grabbing a pillow as she drew
her knees up under her chin and began swatting at the
tendrils as they advanced, "Don't-! Don't touch me! This
isn't what I meant!"
But the black tentacles advanced relentlessly, and all
too soon two of them wrapped around Sarah's ankles, their
warm, sticky presence against the girl's skin making her
shriek in panic. They then wasted little time, suddenly
yanking Sarah's legs away from her body with far more
strength than the girl could muster, soon dragging bottom
across the mattress to the center of the bed.
"Enough!" Sarah cried, looking back as she felt more
tendrils wrap around her wrists, dragging her hands
towards the edges of the bed, and pulling her down
against it at the same time, "I- I said no! I- I don't
want this!"
From somewhere seemingly far away there came a sinister
laughter, its voice strikingly familiar to Sarah, yet she
couldn't place it. "Who are you?!" the young girl
demanded, angry tears running hotly down her cheeks as
more tendrils sprouted up from between her headboard and
mattress, one of which quickly wrapped itself around
Sarah's throat, "Why- why are you doing this to me?!"
"To show you..." whispered a dark, sinister voice in
Sarah's ear, but as she turned to catch the speaker, all
she saw were more dark tentacles. As she squirmed
helplessly upon the mattress, they pressed their ends
against her nightgown, their sticky skins latching
securely onto the garment.
"Show me?" the girl responded, looking up with wide blue
eyes and a panic stricken expression as the sticky ended
tentacles pulled back, screaming as her nightgown was
torn to shreds and the voice laughed in her ears again.
Naked and venerable, held prone against her bed, Sarah
could only watch helplessly as two black, slimy tendrils
began to slither and squirm up her calves, wrapping
themselves slowly around her legs, dragging their
undulating bodies ever higher as she stared in disbelief.
"I already know about fear!" the girl cried desperately
to the voice, "I've had nightmares my whole life! Please,
you don't have to do this!"
"I know," the voice said calmly, barely hiding its
amusement, "I've heard every scream you've ever let out,
little one. But this... This is the only way."
"For what?!" Sarah demanded, kicking her legs, but to
avail, with the writhing tendrils wrapped around them,
they felt like lead.
"To show you!" the voice repeated, louder this time as
the door to Sarah's room rattled ominously, the howling
wind outside barely audible over the myriad cacophony of
whispering voices beyond it. A moment later, and the door
burst inwards, shattering into a million splinters as
Sarah screamed in terror.
The light outside the door had faded to blackness, and
beyond it the girl could see nothing more than a swirling
void of deeper darkness from within which a howling,
ethereal wind seemed to call out to her.
"Nooo!" Sarah shrieked as the loose papers on her desk
were caught by the wind, sending them fluttering around
the room as the air turned cold, the only warmth being
the touch of the slimy black tentacles, "Don't do this!
I- I don't want go into that! Nooo!"
The voice laughed as a dark form lifted up from the foot
of Sarah's bed, its upper-half a twisted mockery of the
human form, with a rounded head and gleaming, luminescent
crimson eyes. The creature, which seemed to be formed
entirely of solid shadow smiled with a combination of
cruel amusement and fondness as it reached out one of its
long, muscular arms, its four-fingered hand ending in
curved claws.
"Sarah, my dearest Sarah," it spoke, its voice now so
frighteningly familiar that the girl's screams caught in
her throat as the shadow rose up higher, revealing its
lower half to be nothing more than a mass of thick,
writhing tentacles, "I want to bring you home, little
one. But you'll need to awaken. You'll need to shed this
mortal coil. It is the only way."
"D-Daddy?!" the girl choked, as a particularly phallic-
looking tendril squirmed its way out from the central
mass of what must have been more than a dozen of various
sizes.
"Yes, my dear," the creature chuckled softly, almost
paternally with a hint of malice, "you have guessed
correctly, but it changes nothing."
Sarah leaned her head forward, her eyes going wider as
the tentacle slithered across her bed, leaving a dark
stain upon her sheets with the sticky slime it exuded.
"D- Daddy, please," the girl whimpered, struggling
against the tentacles that held her in an iron grip,
"Don't! Don't do this!"
"Don't be foolish, child," the shadow replied, its eyes
narrowing as menace filled its tone, "This is for your
own good. When I leave here, I'll can't leave my daughter
behind, now can I?"
Sarah's eyes cast bravely upwards at the dark creature,
cringing as the tentacle touched her outer lips, its dark
head both cold and slimy as it rubbed against the
entrance to the girl's pussy, smearing its slick goo
across her soft, delicate skin.
"Wh- What do you mean?" Sarah stammered, her body shaking
with fear, tensing as the phallic tentacle pushed against
her opening, its vile slime lubricating the girl's labia
and inner walls as it moved ruthlessly forward.
The shadow chuckled, taking a moment to watch as his
twitching tendril undulated, pressing inward another
inch, oozing even more slime as its head pressed up
against Sarah's hymen. Her father couldn't help but grin
then, the look of horror and betrayal that crossed
Sarah's face exciting the creature all the more.
"It's taken me nearly two decades," the shadow hissed,
his tentacle moving back and forth now, stopping just as
it touched the girl's hymen and nearly causing Sarah to
nearly hyperventilate with little worried gasps, "But my
ship has managed to repair itself. We can go home, Sarah.
Home to our people, away from these pathetic humans!"
Tears welled up in the Sarah's eyes as the creature
spoke, the girl turning away from his terrible visage,
grimacing as it pushed a little harder against her hymen,
sending a stab of pain up her spine. 'This can't be
real,' Sarah sobbed, closing her eyes as she felt the
tentacle inside her suddenly expand in size, stretching
the girl's inner walls farther apart as the head of the
monstrous phallus pressed continuously against her meager
resistance.
"Oh, this is quite real, dearest!" the monster laughed,
his tentacles suddenly pulling Sarah down across the bed,
causing the girl to shriek as he both drew her closer and
somehow invaded her thoughts, "You're not human Sarah.
Think about it, you've always been different. You've
always known it, and the dreams only confirmed it!"
Sarah's eyes opened wide as she turned back to her
father, shaking her head in denial as his huge clawed
hands came down and grabbed her thighs as she was dragged
across the bed into range, the cold slime trail left by
the tentacle sending chills down the girl's back. Sarah
could then see that the creature wasn't actually
comprised of shadow, so much as of a black, smoky
substance that seemed to ooze like liquid across its
form, and that it's thick, rubbery tentacles actually
pushed their way out of its mass, each hungry for her
virgin body.
"Th-That was you, wasn't it!" cried Sarah, suddenly more
angry than afraid as she felt something begin to give way
inside of her, the undulating tentacle filling the girl
so completely that not even its slime could ooze out
around her stretched opening, "Those weren't nightmares!
It was you, wasn't it?!"
The creature that was her father merely gave her a wide
grin in response, looking down with intense satisfaction
as they both felt Sarah's hymen burst, giving way to his
violating tentacle which then pushed forward as far as it
could, filling the girl completely.
"No! Daddy! Nooo!" Sarah cried, throwing her head back as
hot tears ran down her cheeks and a heavy sob forced its
way out of her throat, the creature laughing out his
elation at stealing the girl's innocence as his tendril
began pumping her harder.
"Yes, Sarah, yes!" her father laughed, his clawed hands
squeezing her young thighs a little tighter before
pushing them down against her stomach and spreading her
legs farther apart, "Don't you feel it? The power? The
change?!"
Sarah looked up at the monster through a veil of tears,
sobbing as the pain subsided, the tentacle's thick black
ooze easing it along as it thrusted back and forth inside
of her. The girl could only shake her head, closing her
eyes and wishing it would just end, not noticing the
three small, strangely thin tendrils that wove their way
out of the central mass before rearing up like snakes.
"Perhaps you need a bit of incentive, my dear," her
father chuckled darkly, the trio of serpentine tentacles
branching off in different directions, "Let's see what it
takes."
With that, the first of the tentacles pushed against
Sarah's clit, the other two pressing against the girl's
nipples, each of them opening up tiny, suckling maws that
latched onto the three nubs like strange, alien lampreys.
Sarah could only let out a loud, screaming moan of both
fright and unwilling pleasure as they began squeezing and
sucking, the ones upon her nipples increasing the
pressure to where the girl almost couldn't take it.
"Stop it, daddy! Stop it!" she screamed, arching her back
as the tendrils vibrated, sending a wave of unwilling
pleasure through the girl's body.
"Make me," her father growled in challenge, pushing
harder down upon Sarah's legs so that her bottom became
more accessible, another thick phallic tentacle instantly
moving up to examine the possibilities, "Force me to stop
if you can, Sarah dear. But don't deny the fact that you
like it! You crave it! No human male will ever be able to
pleasure you the way our people can, Sarah. Accept it!"
The girl forced her eyes open as she felt something rub
against her anus, spreading more black ooze to lubricate
the opening as she stared back at it in horror. "N- No!"
Sarah shrieked as the thick head pushed hard against her
tight opening, forcing its way in and stretching her
apart all too easily before filling her, both phallic
tendrils pistoning in and out of the girl in time with
one another, "Wha- What about mommy?!"
The creature laughed at the question. "A toy," he spat
contemptuously, "At best a receptacle for my seed. I can
assure you, Sarah, that before we leave here, we'll take
a few choice specimens home with us for our pleasure, but
your mother has served her purpose."
Sarah shook her head in disbelief, her father's words
seeming impossible to her ears as he raped her. The girl
closed her eyes again, trying to ignore the pressure
inside of her, the constant pistoning of the violating
tentacles sending an unwilling tingling through Sarah's
devirginized body.
"Please," she whimpered helplessly, turning her head to
one side as the girl's body shuddered, her nipples
hardening as the smaller tentacles pulled and suckled at
them, the slow building burning need of her clit barely
sated by the tentacle that assaulted it, "just... Just
stop it. End this, daddy. Please..."
"You have the power, Sarah," the creature rumbled, his
large clawed hands suddenly cupping her breasts, causing
his daughter to gasp, "You're stronger than this. You're
more than this! You're not the weak pathetic human you
pretend to be, or what your mother was! Show me, my
daughter! Show me your power!"
"Nooo!" Sarah screamed gritting her teeth and sealing her
eyes more tightly closed as the tentacles pushed harder
into her, growing in width and sending sparks pain
through her body, "I- I'm just a girl! I'm nobody! I'm
nothing!"
"Then that's all you shall ever be!" the creature
sneered, it's eyes glowing a deep crimson as more of its
writhing tendrils squirmed out across the girl's body,
wrapping about her tender flesh in a dark, thorough
embrace, "You're no better than your mother, Sarah. Just
a pathetic human, and now I'll do to you what I did to
her. There's no sense in leaving any witnesses after
all..."
"Nooo!" shrieked Sarah, her eyes opening suddenly to
reveal a crimson glow of their own as the tentacles began
to squeeze the life from her, a feeling of intense power
flooding Sarah's mind as she felt her skin begin to
tingle and shift, her weight upon the bed seeming to
lessen, "I won't let you!"
"Incredible!" her father exclaimed as Sarah's skin
bubbled beneath his tendrils, turning midnight black as
the girl's legs metamorphosed into a mass of squirming
tendrils of her own before reaching out to wrap around
his torso, "You- Your power Sarah! It's more than I could
have dreamed of!"
"Deal with it!" the girl exclaimed, her voice full of
wrathful anger as she sat upright, her now long-fingered,
clawed hands taking a handful of her father's tentacles
as her own drew him closer.
Her father laughed delightedly as Sarah's transformation
completed itself, inwardly congratulating himself on his
success, and making a mental note to inform his people
that another planet suitable for their breeding needs had
been found. The creature only then noticed as Sarah's
tentacles coiled tighter, constraining his own as the
girl wrapped her arms around him and growled angrily.
"You bastard," she hissed, her father's voice catching in
his throat as he felt himself dissolving into her, "Is
that all humans are to you? Breeding stock? To be used
and then thrown away when you're done with them?"
"S-Sarah," her father gasped, feeling a sharp pull as the
ends of her pointed tendrils dug deeply into his shadowy
form, sucking forth his life-force as though through a
dozen straws, "You- You don't understand, my dear. We are
superior! We are fit to rule these inferior corporeal
beings!"
"Inferior?!" the girl demanded, sucking harder as her
father's form shrank away, an expression of unimaginable
pain crossing his dark features, "At least they don't
terrorize their own offspring for a decade before
deciding to devour them!"
"S-Sarah, please!" the fading shadow pleaded, his voice
echoing from far away as his existence faded, "It- It was
the only way! It's the way our people have bread for
centuries, spreading across the cosmos, surviving in the
only way we can. You must understand, my dearest
daughter, we can rule this planet once our people find
out about it. We can be happy together!"
Sarah smirked as she devoured her father's memories, the
thoughts and experiences of ten thousand years of
existence. The culmination of a life spent living off a
billion other races only to suddenly find itself
surrounded by enemies, hunted to near extinction, and
left to die on an uncharted world. Its only thoughts were
of revenge, of leaving Earth only to collect the
scattered remnants of the other 'Tirig'ni' and returning
to enslave the human race. To use them against those who
had nearly exterminated them after an untold millennia of
oppression and fear.
"You lie, father," she spat, speaking the word with
utmost contempt as the girl devoured what little remained
of him, "We're nothing but parasites. Our species
deserves to be exterminated. And that's just what I'm
going to do. I'll track down the others; I'll bring them
here. Lure them with false promises of countless
unwitting victims, and them consume them like you planned
to do to me. Oh, our race will rise again, but this time
we won't be making the same old mistakes. Your mistakes,
father; the ones that cursed your own species to an
eternal existence of terrified wandering. No, we'll be
much more subtle about it this time, that I promise you.
Good-bye, daddy. I wish I could say it's been fun..."
And with that, the Tirig'ni's greatest leader vanished
from existence...
The End
Copyright Adiemus Bacchante July 2002
Please send all correspondences to
Adiemus@hackernetwork.com
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