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Darkness comes by Yotna El'toub (Caution, Incest, horror, f-solo mf, fF, mM, 
MC)
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an 
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If 
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE 
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own 
local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my 
story.  Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and 
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the 
author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only 
in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to 
the hands of minors.

(C) Yotna El'toub 2004
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"Yet from those flames no light, but rather darkness visible". John Milton, 
Paradise Lost.

Darkness comes

Chapter one: Finishing off...

The skip was almost full; Jeff bent down and picked up the broken board he 
flipped it, scattering snails in the process.
He could just make out the faded green script.

`SSSI - Warren's Wood, welcome please take care of...'

Sighing he flicked his wrist, the shattered sign spun through the air, and 
clattered into the steel container.

"OK Joe, we're about done - they want us off site today," Jeff paused, then 
added bitterly "that's the last of the old wood; my childhood playground is 
gone - for good"

"Come on Jeff, I'll buy you a pint, the Dog and Pheasant will be open by 
now." Joe smiled at his old friend.

Together they packed away the tools, before starting the ancient transit 
van. Joe drove through the driveway gates then parked up momentarily, 
allowing Jeff to nip out and lock the gates. Jeff settled back into the torn 
seat, letting out an even larger sigh.

"When I think of the days I spent in that wood, it's a shame. Bloody money 
dominates everything! Site of Special Scientific Interest, still it made no 
difference, a mate of the minister I expect!" Jeff spat his words in 
disgust.

"I never understood why you accepted the contract, feeling as strongly as 
you do?" Joe asked.

"I wanted to say goodbye, and make sure the work was done to the highest 
standard. The place deserved respect, and I was able to ensure it was 
delivered!" Jeff winced, feeling his treachery stinging.

The tyres of the van crunched as they met the gravel of the pubs car park. 
Skillfully, Joe maneuvered the large van between the parked cars, before 
picking out a suitable space. The van shuddered to a premature halt, 
belching black oil.

The doors were thrown open, and slammed in unison.

"I think this may be a long session; I feel a piss-up coming on!" Jeff 
grinned for the first time that day.

"OK mate, first rounds on me!" Joe smiled, and slung his arm around Jeff's 
meaty shoulder.

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Chapter two: Moving in...

"Finally, we're here," Adrian stated, "never thought we'd get in - August 
they said, not nearly sodding November!"

"Still, they've done a good job, it's the nicest in the estate," Judith 
smiled, peaking over the full tea chest, "Hopefully we can get this lot 
sorted before Christmas!"

"Where are the kids?" asked Adrian.

"Exploring - I expect" Judith answered, before disappearing towards the 
removals' van.

Katie ran from room to room in excitement, the house was so big, so airy and 
light. She vaulted up the stairs, barging a surprised Brian out of the way.

"Oi, nutter!" Brian shouted.

He glared at his sisters disappearing behind, cursed under his breath and 
plodded on. He tried to remember the plan of the upper floor; his room 
should be the second on the right. As he reached the landing he smiled, he 
had remembered correctly, it pleased him, small things always did. He was 
less impressed when Katie emerged, dashing onwards.

"Hey! Keep out of my room" Brian boomed.

Katie ignored the protest and shot through another doorway, she stopped 
dead.


As quickly as it had appeared - the mirage of the forest vanished, leaving 
the scrawny teenager open mouthed, staring at the blank magnolia walls. 
Katie shivered, she felt watched, no more - observed. She turned on her 
heels and headed downstairs for mum, and sympathy.  In the room a shadow 
flitted from corner to corner as if searching, hunting- for a way out.

A tearful Katie sat at the kitchen table; it had not gone well. The family 
wouldn't budge, they didn't care - she didn't want that room! It may have 
been designed for her; it may have been the most controversial, and the 
hardest fought - but she hated it. She had only wanted to swap with Brian 
but no, not a chance. Brian had said she was just being spoilt again, and 
her parents had agreed. It was so unfair; Katie bit her knuckles until the 
whiteness threatened numbness. She was not spoilt; she was scared - why 
couldn't they understand?

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Chapter three: Feelings.

Jeff returned his empty pint pot to the bar; that was his sixth - in just 
under an hour. He felt - if anything, more depressed, if he could only be 
certain...

"Come on you old git, lets have a game of darts," Joe interjected, "it might 
take your mind off the wood?"

"Nah, not in the mood tonight, d'you want another?" asked Jeff, with a 
controlled slur.

"Not me, Jesus, you are slotting them away - take it easy son" Joe coughed.

"Not tonight, tonight I'm getting trashed - tomorrow is a big day..." Jeff's 
voice tailed off.

"What's happening tomorrow?" Joe asked, his eyebrows rose.

"Oh probably nothing - just a little joke" Jeff smiled, an odd little smile.

Joe wandered off back to his friends, he shook his head - sometimes Jeff 
seemed so remote.

Jeff sat for a long time, his seventh pint untouched, his mind mulling over 
the plan. He had selected the wood personally, and positioned it carefully - 
it was perfect; but still he doubted his ability. It had taken so long, one 
error in carving or positioning, and it would be over. A shudder ran through 
Jeff's large frame.

"This is the guy who can tell you, our local amateur historian. Isn't that 
right Jeff? Jeff!" Cherie's plumby voice was insistent.

"Sorry Cherie, I was miles away" Jeff smiled, indulgently.

"Adrian is moving into one of the new houses, and he's heard of the woods 
reputation..."

The newcomer cut off Cherie.

"Always up for a laugh, one of my workmates is into all that Wicca stuff" 
Adrian smiled.

"Don't laugh friend, there's more to life than bloody accountancy" Jeff 
growled

"How did you know I was an accountant?" Adrian asked, his face falling.

"Just a gut feeling, sod off! I'm not in the mood for your type" Jeff 
blasted.

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Chapter four: Morning.

Katie woke early, and popped her head out from under the protective duvet. 
The room looked back at her, benevolent and peaceful.

`Maybe I over reacted?' She thought.

She slid the crumpled duvet off, dropping into a heap on the bedroom floor. 
Katie looked down her body; she was too thin - even at fifteen there was 
only the suggestion of feminine shape, the slightest of swells to her chest, 
followed by the flatness of her tummy.

Katie sniffed, and gazed at the poster of Jude Law. He was gorgeous, but 
unattainable - he would never want her, not with this half girl body. The 
room darkened slightly, momentarily, as if a cloud had flickered across the 
sun. Katie blinked, rolled over, and fell back into a light slumber.

In the loft something stirred, and flowed from the eaves towards the 
insulated floor. Here it pooled oil like, pitch black it gathered, 
increasing in bulk but not in form. The black sap rippled around the joists, 
searching, hunting for escape. The smallest of gaps was penetrated and the 
black ooze flowed from its prison. It gathered on the ceiling before 
silently streaming down the walls in rivulets of jet, sucking the light from 
the magnolia hued bedroom.

Katie moaned, and turned in her sleep. Shifting irritably she settled down, 
her back flat on the bed. Her eyes flickered, registering the dream she 
peacefully dreamt. They did not register the darkness reaching out for her, 
and failed to see the tendrils of slime that crept up her duvet. Slowly but 
unstoppably the unreflective sap hunted her down.

Unnaturally the sap strands streamed up the sheet, getting ever closer to 
the sleeping girls feet. Finally it reached her largest toe and wrapped an 
affectionate tendril around it. The secret touch thrilled Katie; her dream 
darkened and took on a sensual edge. In her fevered mind gentle fingers 
caressed her toes, sending pulses of impure pleasure racing to her pelvis.

Katie's eyes opened, and she glanced towards her feet. Her eyes widened, and 
drank in the fullness of her new ripe `dream' body. Soft mounds tipped with 
wide nipples adorned her chest, and lush wiry hair replaced her meagre bush. 
Her hesitant fingers slid to her breasts and plucked the stiffened tips, 
once, twice - then descended, to part her quivering labia. Silently she rode 
her passion, arching her back to increase the pressure of her flexible 
fingers on her thickened nodule.

With an orgasmic grunt Katie woke up, just in time to observe the horror of 
the darkness sliding from her thighs, and into her contracting body. She 
felt the repulsive slither of tendrils over her erectile bud, as the ooze 
made its way down to her slit. Her mind recoiled, and snapped as the pain 
hit her, drawing her mouth into an expansive, but silent scream. Then it all 
passed... The darkness filled her - possessed her.

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Chapter five: Release.

Brian slept in late, waiting for the house to become his. He knew if he 
delayed long enough the others would be immersed in the daily routine; 
leaving the house deserted.

Brian had a secret, it was not one he was proud of, nor was it one he could 
resist. He rose and slipped on his dressing gown, and made his way to the 
kitchen. Brian opened the fridge, and drank milk, guzzling it straight from 
the plastic bottle, ignoring the cold wetness on his chest where the excess 
slopped. He liked having the place to himself, no hiding, and no refinement. 
Brian let a loud belch echo around the deserted kitchen, and giggled at his 
rudeness.

He turned on his heels leaving the fridge door swinging, and strode of to 
the sink. Like the true rebel he was he emptied his bladder lustily over the 
morning's washing up. He felt wicked, Brian the punk, no more Brian the 
wimp. He laughed, one day he would show them, once he was grown - he would 
show them!

In fact he already was; a pair of eyes drank in his defiant display. Her 
lips drew up into a sardonic smile, and were caressed by a pliant tongue.

He romped back up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and headed for his 
parents bedroom. Once there he made for the wardrobe, and his mothers 
clothes. She was a slight woman, but this was of no matter at the moment; 
her clothes were a good fit for Brian's immature body. Smiling he drew his 
hand across her dresses, reveling in the sensual feel. Dreamlike he walked 
to the cherished drawer, slid it open and delved into the silky contents. 
His erection poked through the gap in his dressing gown, bobbing with each 
beat of his heart.

He divested himself of the unnecessary gown and stood naked gazing into the 
draw. Unseen eyes bored holes in him, as they probed his young muscular back 
and buttocks. The blackness of the pupils extended to the very edges, 
sucking illumination into the deep sockets. Katie stood very still, as still 
as any predator, studying its prey.

Brian twitched, as the rough lace of the suspender belt grazed his sensitive 
organ. Bending he pulled the thong snugly up against his crotch. He felt 
alive, as a woman he felt sensual. No more was he foolish and embarrassed, 
and just thirteen years old. He slipped the silk camisole over his head, and 
smoothed it over his skinny chest; his hands caressed imagined breasts.

Brian's fingers found his real nipples, and pinched them tightly - he 
reveled in their reaction. He pursed his lips and checked out his reflection 
- Brian froze. His eyes locked on his sister's intense face.

As he watched in horror, his sister's reflection walked towards him. Brian 
swallowed, but his mouth was dry - no spittle came. He was mortified, how, 
just how was he to live this one down? He felt Katie's body nestle against 
his back, and then - his heart missed a beat. Katie's hands slid around his 
young body and plunged under the silk thong.

She freed his upright knob, and rubbing her fingers delicately over its 
purple head. Brian closed his eyes, and his mind swam. Katie delicately 
scratched the engorged stalk with her black shiny nails. The blackness 
slithered from the tips of her fingers, and wound around his pulsing shaft. 
The darkness spiraled up the shaft, and probed for an opening.

Brian screamed as the jet black ooze penetrated his urethra; Katie ignored 
his cries and pounded her clenched hand up and down mercilessly. Minutes 
passed, long throbbing minutes, then Brian buckled - he ejaculated a long 
stream of intense black spunk, smothering his mother's dressing table.

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Chapter six: Friendship.

Jeff woke up late, and he wished he had never woken at all. His head was 
bursting, his gut turning in the way only ten pints could make it. He 
actually had forgotten what day it was, then it hit him; it was his day - 
Halloween!

He swung his weary head, trying to ignore the fuzzy sickness. There on his 
bedroom floor laid Joe, resplendent with a borrowed duvet. Jeff smiled, even 
after his behavior last night - Joe had stuck by him, and making sure he got 
home in one piece.

Gently he kicked the recumbent man, stirring him to grumpy action.

"Get off, I'm dying!" Joe complained.

"Not today, son. Breakfast?" asked Jeff.

Jeff roared as Joe hurtled from the room, clutching his mouth tightly.

Eventually Joe joined Jeff in the kitchen, he still looked pale.

"Not joining me?" Jeff teased, munching a mouthful of toast.

"Not likely, it's your bleeding fault I'm in this state. You broke out the 
single malt when we got back." Joe complained.

"I noticed," Jeff winked, nodding at the empty bottle of Glenmorangie.

"I'm going for a walk soon, but I won't throw you out - stay as long as you 
like mate"

"No, I'm off meself, going to spend my Sunday fishing Jeff. I need some 
fresh air to clear this," Joe smiled as he tapped his temple.

"OK, laters mate," Jeff smiled, "and thanks!"

"No problem, just don't make a habit of it!" Joe waved, as he made his way 
to the kitchen door, " See you"

Joe started the van, drove a few streets and parked. Patiently he waited.

`I am going to find out what's bugging you Jeff, today I'm going to know,' 
Joe thought, `I have to know what this is all about.'

Joe dozed; he tried to forget his complaining stomach. He closed his eyes 
and imagined the river swirling peacefully before him, the float bobbed on, 
and Joe snoozed.

He woke with a start, disturbed by the sound of Jeff's throbbing motorbike. 
A couple of confused seconds later, the transit swung out of the lay-by, and 
followed the bike discretely.

`He's heading for the estate, what the hell?' Joe wondered.

The bike followed the road, and then swung left violently - onto a dirt 
track leading to the far end of the estate.

"Shit!" Joe braked hard.

He swung the van onto the pavement and swore.

"Shank's pony, my very bestest form of transport" Joe spat out his cynicism, 
to nobody in particular.

Joe plodded along the recently rucked track, wishing he wasn't such a 
conscientious friend. He could have been comfortable with a hot brew besides 
his fire, rather than stalking Jeff.

`Bugger' he mouthed into the cool air.

It seemed like miles; in fact it was only a few hundred yards. Suddenly, 
there was Jeff's bike - leaning in the scrubby grass at the side of the 
track. The bike was there, but Jeff, he was nowhere to be seen. Just then an 
odd noise prickled all the hairs on the back of Joes shaved neck; a noise, 
no - a sound somewhere between an animal, and a human assaulted his 
attentive ears. Joe turned, and crossed the grass, heading into the ploughed 
field.

He swung his head from side to side trying to locate the alien cry. 
Gathering a cautious pace Joe headed towards the hedge at the right hand 
corner of the field. The sound increased in volume and pitch as Joe 
approached - it was coming from inside the hedge! Joe broke his stride; 
something moved, inside the hedge.

"Jeff is that you?" Joe called.

There was no reply, and no change in the rustling, or the guttural screech 
emanating from the bush. Joe hesitated, and then laughed at himself.

`Some countryman I am! Scared of a trapped animal' he chuckled internally.

Joe thrust his head into the shrubbery; what he saw froze him to the spot. 
Never could he have imagined it; his pupils adjusted to the darkness and 
focused more clearly on the obscenity.

Jeff was wrapped in the boughs of a small tree, a tree hidden deep in the 
bushes cloak. If that wasn't odd enough, what Jeff was doing was even odder. 
He was, well he was - fucking the wide tree trunk for all his worth. His 
unbuckled trousers and tartan boxer shorts hung rumpled around his rocking 
ankles. As if that wasn't weird enough - the tree held Jeff, pummeling his 
wide buttocks with black glistening streamers. One thick strand had slipped 
between Jeff's buttocks, and it probed deeply with a pulsing life.

Joe screamed.

"Jeff! What the fuck..."

His friend turned, and observed Joe through unblinking black eyes.

Joe was galvanised; he turned and ran - heading back for the track, the van, 
and most of all sanity. In a trice he was at the edge of the field, it was 
then the nausea hit him. Joe buckled over, and threw up the rest of last 
night's beer lustily. He gagged, and struggled to catch his breath. Joe 
straightened up partially, before sinking to his knees - and slumping, 
lifeless, into his own vomit.

Jeff stared down vacantly at his former friend, his black orbs shinning. He 
dropped the bloody, jagged, stone from his hand then he turned, and smiling 
returned to his lover.

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Chapter seven: Afternoon.

Judith hummed as she drove home, relishing her freedom. What a change this 
place was from the town. Margaret had only just met her, only just employed 
her, but she seemed like a long lost friend rather than a boss.

Just before lunch Margaret had asked her how things were going in the new 
house. Judith had replied truthfully, saying much was still to be done. It 
was then it happened - the unthinkable.

"Well, take this afternoon off - the shop can cope, go on, get your home 
life sorted. Some things are more important than work!"

Judith knew she had gaped, astonished by the relaxed attitude.

"Are you sure Margaret, I mean it is my first day?" Judith gasped.

"Of course m'dear, give that man of yours a nice surprise," Margaret 
grinned, "I'm sure you have got something better to do than unpack this 
evening!"

Judith hadn't rejected the offer a second time; she simply smiled, and 
thanked her lucky stars. She was going to like it here, away from the 
pressure of the big city.

`For once Adrian was right!' Judith smiled to herself.

Skillfully she bumped the wide tyres of the Freelander on the dropped kerb, 
and slipped into her new driveway. Judith marched into the kitchen, and was 
surprised to see Katie seated at the antique pine table.

"Hi, what are you doing home so early?"

"Me, oh - period pains, real bad - what about you?" Katie asked.

"Let off early, nice people around here. Have you taken anything for it 
Kat?" Judith asked, studying her daughters face.

"Just some paracetamol, I'm OK, it's passing" Katie smiled.

"Where's Brian?" Judith asked, "you two haven't argued again, have you?"

"Far from it! We're fine - Brian's gardening" Katie giggled.

"Gardening! Wonders will never cease - it must be the country air - I'm 
amazed!"

"He seems really keen, he's planting trees" Katie informed her mum.

"Trees, Oh... not leylandii I hope, they cause too many disputes."

"No, something local, they belong here..." Katie mumbled.

Katie watched her mum intently, following her as she strode from the 
kitchen, and marched towards Brian's crouched form.

"Trouble" Katie breathed deeply, and her smile fell.

Through the window Katie watched the heated argument with fascination. 
Finally, Brian stood and screamed some obscene word - whatever it was; it 
sent Judith scurrying back to the kitchen.

"I don't know what's come over that boy! He's not planting those ugly things 
in the garden, and that is final, I'll dig them up - once he's asleep."

Katie said nothing, but winced and clutched at her stomach. Judith raced 
across the kitchen to support the slight girls frame.

"Katie, what's wrong?" Judith glanced down at her daughter, her eyes clouded 
with concern.

"Oh, it hurts mum, so much!"

Judith gazed into Katie's pasty face; worry deepened the lines on her own 
face. She frowned at Katie's sweaty, damp hair, the noticeable yellow cast 
in her once clear eyes.

"Bed! Come on now Katie - let's get you comfortable"

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Chapter eight: The keeper.

Jeff sat in his shed, alone and desolate; he had just finished burying his 
best friend, he had planted him deep in the dark soil.

His grubby hands struggled to support his head, to stop it sinking into his 
lap in despair. Long grieving minutes passed, before finally Jeff lifted his 
head. His red-rimmed eyes scanned the cluttered floor; failed carvings 
littered the small room. Misshapen representations of the male organ, it 
looked like a dildo manufactures nightmare.

He shook his head, clearing the damp cobwebs. He stood and walked to the 
workbench, idly kicking phalluses aside. Jeff studied the plant pots, there 
was a lush growth some of them; large bright green leaves tipping the 
jet-black stems. He swept his arm across the bench - smashing plants and 
pots to the floor. He leant back his head, and screamed his frustration to 
the universe.

He knew not one plant would survive until tomorrow. Today - this special 
day, they always grafted well, but once the influence receded they would 
perish - like all they others.
This cycle of cultivation had been his obsession for thirty years, ever 
since that fateful day.

In Jeff's mind the years melted away. He was eight once more, and playing 
football with his mates. Playing footie, in the bright autumnal sun of an 
extended Indian summer. The date was forever etched in his consciousness, 
31st October 1966. He was Bobby Charlton, dashing to make a pass to Geoff 
Hurst, Joe's alter ego, when he stumbled.

He stood, laughing at himself - until the pain hit him; he looked down at 
his leg and almost fainted. A large stick protruded from his thigh, its 
other tip was deeply imbedded in his muscle. Joe had come to the rescue he 
extracted the stick. Pulling it free, as Jeff writhed on the dry grass.

Jeff had limped home, wincing with pain, but unaware of the dark splinters 
festering within his young body. He had only become aware of them that 
night, and every Halloween since then.

Slowly, over the years, the entrapped wood changed the young boy into what 
he was today - a shell, a slave to the darkness. Every year he tried in vain 
to cultivate the precious plants, and every year he failed. This year he 
must succeed, only one dark wood tree survived. The others were ripped from 
the soil during the construction of the estate.

That was where the plan was hatched; the plan to use the estate, and it's 
occupants to re-stock the forest. Jeff knew deep down it wasn't his plan - 
he wasn't that bright. Nor was he a carpenter carving the phallus has taken 
him weeks. Not the shaping of the outside, that was easy - no it was the 
intricate carving of the receptacle, and the finishing off of the outlet - 
the flow had to be precise. Too fast and the precious fluid would pour out, 
too slow and the darkness would not flow out before the day was done.

The finished object had been placed carefully, the open tip just touching 
the adsorbent ceiling. Then he had filled the phallus, filled it to the 
brim. He had masturbated furiously, before directing his black semen into 
the receptacle cut in the dildo.

Jeff glanced down at his white knuckles - his hands shook.

`Grow, you bastards... Grow!'

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Chapter nine: Sickness.

Judith fussed around her daughter, and then left the room to fill the hot 
water bottle. It always worked for her, the warmth helped ease the cramps 
that still plagued her once every month. The kettle boiled, and Judith 
returned to her patient with the expanded rubber bottle.

Katie laid very still, a pool of sweat beading her forehead; Katie's 
breathing was laboured. Judith swept back the covers, and placed the bottle 
low on Katie's stomach, bunching up her cotton nightdress. Katie screamed, 
as if stabbed, and stiffened her whole body.

`God, get it off, it will kill my baby!"

"Your baby!" Judith asked, her mouth gaping in shock.

"Yes, it's too young to be burnt..." Katie screamed, dashing the hot water 
bottle to the floor, "you have hurt it now, it needs sustenance!"

Katie grabbed her mother, clasping both hands behind her neck. With 
considerable strength she forced her mums face to her groin. In seconds 
Judith found her face crushed into her daughters most intimate folds.

"Katie, get off - you're hurting me!"

Katie just exerted more pressure, and ground her mound against her mothers 
face - searching for Judith's mouth. Her mum's lips were flattened against 
Katie's slimy labia. Horror filled Judith's eyes.

"Katie, no I'm your mother..." Judith's voice gargled through the thick fluid 
filling her mouth.

Then Judith saw it; she saw the blackness pouring out of her beloved 
daughters body. It traveled swiftly, heading for Judith's gasping mouth. She 
tried to scream, but only succeeded in bubbling her daughter's secretions 
over a wider area of smooth skin. The dark slime touched Judith's lips, 
sending desire rushing to her muddled senses.

As the slime poured in her mouth Judith's incestuous desire overcame her 
reserve, she gobbled in mouthfuls of Katie's quivering flesh. The healing 
sustenance of Judith's soul ran into the darkness - and it grew.

Hours of Sapphic delight passed uninterrupted, until a disbelieving shout of 
protest tore through lust filled bedroom. Adrian was home; he stood open 
mouthed at the doorway of Katie's room. His rage boiled over.

"You slut Judith - how dare you! And in Katie's bed!"

Adrian ran across the room and pulled his wife off the woman she was 
clasping in an impassioned 69. He stared down into the other woman's face, 
his rage evaporated into shocked confusion.

"Katie - Katie, Oh my god! Your eyes..." Adrian's voice faded - he pitched 
forward, and fell to the floor.

Katie glanced at Brian and smiled.

Brian threw the spade to the floor, and then picked his father up with 
apparent ease.

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Chapter ten: Seedlings.

The room swam into a disconcerting focus. Adrian blinked, trying to ignore 
the pain gnawing inside his skull. He winced his disgust, in front of him - 
on his bed - his wife continued to lap feverishly at his daughter's vulva. 
Katie arched her back in pleasure, forcing her tender folds ever harder into 
her mum's busy mouth.

Adrian went to scream abuse, but merely mumbled into the gaffer tape sealing 
his mouth. He struggled to move, but the same tape bound his wrists and 
ankles tightly. Adrian looked down his body - he was naked! He strained 
against his bindings, and moved backwards several inches.

Something poked a dull point into his back, and then moved lower. To his 
disgust it strained against his buttocks, before slipping into the cleft 
between them. Adrian tried to pull away from the insistent invader that 
butted rudely against his virgin anus. It was to no avail, little by little 
something entered Adrian, something fucked him.

The pressure was relentless, and finally the pulsing column stretching him 
wide reached his prostate. Before his amazed eyes Adrian watched his flaccid 
penis unfurl, and erect savagely. Tears appeared in Adrian's eyes - blurring 
the image of his rampant, engorged cock.

He felt a small hand wrap around his manhood, deliciously it peeled back his 
rumpled foreskin, exposing the broad purple tip. Delicate fingertips swirled 
against the taut knob, making his erection rear even higher. Adrian's vision 
cleared, and he focused on the hand - his eyes widened. Behind his makeshift 
gag Adrian swallowed hard. His vomit was forced down, in a desperate attempt 
to keep breathing.

Adrian had recognised the watch on the slim wrist - it was Brian's!

Despite his absolute disgust, Adrian felt his sperm rush from his swollen 
testicles; he ejaculated spraying his seed onto his aberrant wife and 
daughter. His orgasm crashed on as he responded to his son's dark spunk 
pouring into his welcoming bowels. Adrian was crushed - Adrian was 
corrupted.

The family orgy raced on, filling the darkness of that soulless night. 
Tighter, and tighter, they were bound, together into the depths of their 
very own private hell. Bound forever, in servitude to the darkness.

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Epilogue:

Jeff rode up to the house in trepidation, and then he smiled, and waved. The 
other keepers looked up from their work; momentarily they stopped tending 
the dark saplings. Not for long though, the trees were demanding masters.

The darkness has always been, it was there at the very beginning - before 
the light.

Prior to the big bang there had been only darkness - the darkness of the old 
universe. The darkness that only penetrated into the know universe through 
cracks in the fabric of reality.

In the known universe the darkness assumed such innocuous forms, waiting 
patiently for a host...

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Foot Notes
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I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 
Please address comments to yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com

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