0 comments/ 34708 views/ 13 favorites Midnight Veil Ch. 01 By: NoirDesir Note to readers: This is only the first half of the story, as it's too long to post all at once. If you like it, I'll put the rest on afterwards. The language may be coarse, but if you're familiar with my work, that's how it is. :) * 1 Deep in the swamps, the ground moved as if it was breathing. It rose up and back down like a living entity. Beneath layers of the murky, thick ground, tunnels twisted and crossed under the marsh. The insides of those tunnels remained firm, the moisture all on the outside, keeping the ground above them unstable. People crossed through these areas unaware of the labyrinth below. The mistress of this dark, dank place resided far from any entrance. Far under the heart of the swamp, in the deepest regions of the watery area, she maintained her lair. Her throne was of hardened mud, made comfortable from the skins of varies swamp creatures. She wore these same items as her sparse garments, and a crown of alligator teeth decorated her dark knotted hair. (Not actually knots, mind you, but tiny tight braids held together at the nape of her neck as to keep them tidy.) Her lair was a hollowed out circle, several entrances coming into the dome shaped area from various directions. Makeshift furniture had been carved out of the hardened mud, as well as the suitable swamp trees. Vines hung from the high ceiling, obscuring direct vision of the high priestess. As she sits on her throne, her loyal subjects crowd around her. Beings of no description, some say they're merely blobs from the darkest corners of the swamp, others claim they're giant slugs and leeches. Nonetheless, they go to their keeper, bringing her offerings; pieces of fruit from the depths of the swamp, new pieces of furniture, and the most popular of all... virginal strays. Freya accepted these gifts, yet as the girls rarely served her any purpose (besides the ones she reduced to slaves), she kept them as food for her pets, locked up and used to keep the beasts under her control. As the creatures gathered around their master, she summoned her newest slave girl, ordering her to retrieve one of the girls that were locked in the dungeon just off of her main lair. She used this tactic to strike fear in her slaves, as to ensure their cooperation. The girl came back with another in tow, handing her shaking wrist to the goddess before her. "Here!" She stood before her collection of subjects, thrusting the smaller girl in front of her. "In thanks of your generous gifts!" She gave the girl a push, causing her to stumble into the mass before her. Her screams echoed through the corridors as they carried her away... 2 "Anna! Cut it out!" Felicia demanded in her best voice of authority. Hopefully no one else heard that quiver... She cut off her older sisters story before she could go into the gory details. Dark was closing in quickly, and the songs of the swamp were escalating as the night creatures emerged. The campfire flickered and jumped, the flames dancing high, but the light didn't carry out too far from the tight circle of teenagers. "Awe, are we scaring you?" Her sisters mocking voice brought a flush of colour to Felicia's face. She glared across the fire into the laughing face. Felicia felt movement as a tremor went through the body beside her. She wasn't sure if it was a shiver from the cold or from fear. Then again, in these parts, cold was rare. Sure, there was a slight breeze, but aside from that, the air was humid. Stifling almost. Bethany clutched at the edge of her friends' skirt, sure she heard movement in the trees. Her lithe body jerked as a tremor shook her, but she strived to hide it. She didn't want to endure the same treatment as Felicia from the older members of the weekend camping group. "It's only virginal girls that get taken hostage, Felicia." A warm hand grasped her thigh, running up the firm length of it, progressively moving inwards sliding under her skirt. "We can make sure you don't get taken." His hot breath against her neck repulsed her. Her hand snaked out, slapping him swiftly across the face in a sharp retort. "Fuck you." She muttered the words as she pulled herself from his grasp. Reaching for Beth's hand, she turned to leave the group of students. Paul's hand grabbed her wrist, swinging her back to him. Face to face, she could see his furious reaction to her public refusal of him. His fingers tightened around her wrist until she winced in pain. She recognized the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes at her pain. "Paul, enough." Adrianna's sharp voice broke through the silence. "Paul," Her sister stood, took one step towards them, before Paul let go and took a step back. "Just playin' babe, relax." He stared menacingly at Felicia, his voice light and playfully directed to both of them. He sat back down, but Felicia could see his body remain rigid with anger. She cast a glance of thanks to her sister before taking Beth's hand again and leading her away from the fire. It was late, and the fire was dying anyways. It was better to just leave the older students to their ghost stories. There was no need to endure any more of their bad jokes or scary stories. Everyone knew how many people went missing in this section of the swamps. Of course, it was just because the swamp was so vast, and one wrong turn took you onto one of the many trails that wound through the area. You could get lost far too easily. Not to mention the alligators that roamed freely. If they sensed you in their territory, you might as well have gift wrapped yourself for them. Bodies disappeared as quickly as they were lost. Then there were all the stories that circulated, such as the one Adrianna had been humouring them with, among others. Felicia shook the thoughts from her mind as she slipped between the flaps of the tent, Bethany still in tow. When the two girls were in the relative safety of the tent, they seemed to be able to breath easier. Lighting a lantern, Beth slipped into a thin nighty, light enough that remaining covered wouldn't kill you in the amounting heat of the morning. Felicia slipped into a pair of boxer shorts and a sports bra then pulled out a book and started to read. "'Leesha," Beth touched her arm gently after several moments of silence. Felicia finished the sentence she was on before giving her attention to the other girl. "I heard something outside." Her voice was a whisper of sound, barely audible. "It's probably just Anna, or Paul." Felicia scowled at the mention of his name. "Ignore it." She put her hand lightly on Beth's shoulder, a reassuring gesture. After a moments hesitation, she leaned over, pressing her lips ever so gently to her friends parted mouth. Beth sighed in delight at the touch, her hand sliding up to the nape of Felicia's neck as she returned the kiss vigorously. Felicia pulled back reluctantly. "It's only the first night out here. They're just messing with us. Don't worry. One more night and then we get to go back home." Her hand grazed Beth's face, caressing her cheek and stroking down her chin before turning back to her book. "Try to sleep." Outside the tent, Paul scowled at the impending night. He'd seen them kiss! What could she possibly be getting from that wench that he couldn't provide for her?! It didn't make sense to him why she refused him. He knew she wasn't a lesbian. Not completely... He had to find a way to convince her. He stormed back over to the campfire where Adrianna was still sitting with two other students. She was continuing her story about the swamp mistress... 3 Freya contemplated doing her nails. Boredom was settling in swiftly. The new girl wasn't very talkative, so far all she had revealed was that her name was Steph, and she had three siblings, all males to Freya's dismay. Men didn't do so well in the labyrinth she and her pets had created. They were much too dull... So they were out of the question for luring back and capturing. She stretched, standing and flexing like a cat. Her long fingernails clawed at the empty air, her long hair swinging as she began pacing. A series of growls rose from her throat, as she was deeply lost in thought. A whimper brought her back as the girl, Steph, cowered down lower when she stepped too close. The sound was obviously involuntary as she quickly clamped her hands over her mouth, her eyes widening in fear. Freya grinned, her teeth flashing white in the darkness, reminding the timid girl of a jungle cat. A predator. She tried to make herself smaller, as to keep from drawing more attention to her already frayed nerves. The technique failed as the mistress loomed over her, her eyes gleaming mischievously. The woman returned to her throne and motioned for Steph to get up from her position on the floor. "Get up," She demanded when Steph remained frozen on the floor. Her voice held a sense of compulsion and the teenager obediently complied. "Remove that excuse you refer to as clothing." Her next demanded startled Stephanie and she paled noticeably. "Why?" Her voice came out in a squeak. "You're boring me. Do as I say or I shall call my pets and offer them another treat." She raised her fingers to her mouth, preparing to whistle. "No! Wait. I'll do it." Steph quickly considered her options. She was far more safe in here, with this... human, than with those creatures. Her hands shaking, she ever so slowly began to undress. Her ripped jeans were wetly plastered to her legs with mud and blood from the scratches she had acquired in trying to escape... She had lost her friends somewhere along the trail, (Oh why did I have to stop to look at that stupid frog?) She remembered asking herself in despair. She called out again and again but to no avail. The swamps seemed dead of human life. Then she heard it, that voice calling to her, summoning her. As she followed it, creatures followed her, as if herding her. She tried to run away from them, forgetting about the voice. The swamp was alive with animals, all in her way and forcing her to change direction, forcing her deeper into the swamp... She tossed her pants aside, her legs bare to her toes. Mud liberally covered her, but offered no comfort. Her torn shirt hung around her limbs, (she had tried to tie the shredded ends together to keep it from falling off her completely), she removed it next. The cool air of the underground labyrinth swept around her legs, seeming to circle up her torso. She shivered, and as she unclasped her bra, her hand grazed her erect nipples through the thin lace. Damn the cold! She dropped the scrap into the pile of thrashed clothes at her feet and after a moment's hesitation, and much nervousness, she slipped her tiny lace panties down her legs. Her blonde hair hung in tangles around her dirt streaked face, and she was sure she looked like a swamp urchin herself. Silence was thick as Freya watched her closely. When the last scrap of clothing was discarded, she waited several agonizing minutes, (as she knew how nervous Stephanie was), before getting up and walking around her slowly. She took the girls arms, unfolding them from her chest, and forcing them down to her sides. Her hand skimmed over Steph's lush breasts, once again bringing her nipples to hardened peaks. A smile of satisfaction curled her lips at this revelation. She cupped the weight of one breast in her hand, her thumb again sliding over the peak. Her breath was warm on Steph's neck as she leaned in, her tongue swiping along her collarbone. "Such a lovely body." She murmured as she took the girl's earlobe into her mouth, sucking gently. Steph shivered, and this time was unaware if it was due to the cold or the sensations. She remained perfectly still, wanting oh-so-much to turn and run, but remembering that one whistle, and those creatures would be coming for her... She had run through the swamp for hours, knowing night was gaining on her. If she was still there by darkfall, she was doomed to stay in the swamp for the rest of her days. The creatures didn't attack her, and that struck Stephanie as odd (although she was grateful for this). Maybe, just maybe, against all odds she could find her way out of this dreadful place... As that thought calmed her minimally, she fell through the ground, sliding down a tunnel and into a small, black cavern... She gasped as a heated mouth clamped down around her breast. Drawing the rigid tip into her mouth, Freya relished her ability to bringing another shocked reaction from the timid mouse. She suckled at her breast, while caressing the other, keeping the completely different sensations crashing through the girls' body. Freya trailed her mouth wetly down Steph's flat stomach, stopping to lap teasingly at the junction of her thighs. Steph's body shook against her will. Damn it! She cursed herself for her lack of control. While she knew how wrong and unbelievable this was, she couldn't help how oddly good it felt. I don't want this though! The other part of her mind screamed in protest. Her fingers curled in Freya's hair and after a split second of indecision, pulled the head away from her body. Freya looked up at her curiously. She could smell the heady scent of the girls' lust, her readiness. "You can't tell me you don't want it." She said bluntly. "I...I..." "Tell me you want it." Freya demanded. There was a certain compulsion in her voice, a tone people wouldn't ignore. Or perhaps couldn't ignore... "Please..." Tears shone in Steph's eyes; she could feel them welling up within her as she begged her captor. "Tell me." "I want it." Stephanie's voice came out as a whisper, tears streaming down her face now from her weakness. But oh how her body was craving... what, she couldn't be certain... Freya grinned with victory. Her hands spread Steph's thighs and her tongue lapped hungrily at the warm honey gathered at her now exposed core. Steph's fingers wove into Freya's hair, holding that oh-so-wonderful mouth to her. She felt a tiny pinprick of pain as Freya's fingernails dug into her leg, but the feeling was gone as quickly as it had come, replaced with pleasure. Freya fed liberally, drinking from the girl as she shook with the pleasure of it... 4 Felicia awoke with Bethany wrapped around her, the heat in the small tent stifling. She eased herself out of the other girls' grasp and crawled to the flap, letting herself outside. It was only mildly better than inside, the oppressing heat still hanging thickly in the air. She stretched before looking around the campsite. The fire was completely out, at least she could count on the others for one bit of responsibility. But as she looked around, she saw no sign of her sister, or any of the other campers for that matter. The space that the other two tents had occupied was empty, leaving faint impressions in the grass to show that the structures had been there previously. "Anna!" Felicia cupped her hands around her mouth to serve as a microphone to call her sister a second time, "Adrianna!" The only response she got was a rustling behind her as Bethany crawled out of the tent, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "What's going on?" She asked, a yawn making her question slightly difficult to understand. "They're gone." Felicia didn't bother to beat around the bush with the matter. "Get dressed. We have to go." "Paul, we really shouldn't have left them like that." Adrianna tried to coax the boy to return to her abandoned sister. "Oh Anna, Felicia is perfectly capable of completing the weekend, or at least getting them back to town." Kim, another of the group, spoke up. "Ya, she's a smart girl." Frank piped up, obvious to take Kim's side. And Kim of course would do anything her elder brother told her. Paul smiled at Adrianna. "See. It's fine. They'll most likely catch up tonight when we stop to make camp." He added, thankful he had complete control of his little sister. He had only had to threaten her a few times and show her that he'd meant it. Now little Kimmy did anything he asked without question. Adrianna sighed. She was outnumbered here. She wasn't entirely sure why she had left Felicia in the first place. Was it really just to show the others that she was as ruthless as they? It seemed a petty reason now. And she knew she was going to have hell to pay if their parents found out. Maybe she'd have a word with Leesha before they got home... If she could convince her sister to talk to her at all by then. For now, she was just going to have to hope that they would be ok. Paul led the way. He wasn't sure how this was going to convince Felicia that she needed a man, but maybe he could scare her into complying with what he wanted from her... He grinned at his own thoughts, a vivid picture of the younger girl on her knees before him, begging him to let her please him... He could feel his member swelling in response to this stimulation. Quickly he changed his thoughts. It wouldn't do any good to let any of the others see him in that state. The swamp twisted and turned relentlessly. The map they had followed all the well travelled paths. So why couldn't he find this one? It looked travelled enough. But it wasn't marked on the paper he held before him. He took another random turn, hoping to come out somewhere familiar, yet trying to keep his composure that he knew where they were and where they were going. Out of the corner of his eye, something moved stealthily, as if shadowing their progress. The vision disappeared, and he shook his head, hoping it had been an illusion. He heard Kim whisper something, and then Frank's mocking laughter. Had she seen it too? Frank fell back a few steps as nature called. He took a few steps into the bushes to shield the others while he went about his business. He looked to the direction they were still walking in, and in that second of inattention, felt something slide up his leg. Glancing back down, panic clogging his throat, he saw a black appendage snaking up his leg. As his mouth opened in shock, in preparation to scream, he was sucked into the swamp without so much as a peep... "Beth c'mon." Felicia's patience was stretched to its limits. "We have to catch up." "What's the point? We're lost! We're never going to find them, or any civilization again!" She dropped her pack to the ground and slumped down next to it, tears running down her face as she choked back sobs of despair. "Beth..." The name came out on a sigh as Felicia turned around and went back. "Come on honey, how are we supposed to find where we are when you keep stopping like this. We have to keep moving." She didn't want to add that she felt like they were being watched at all times, like they were being followed by some unseen enemy... Felicia was aware the second the change took place in Beth. Anger flashed in her eyes as she raised her tear streaked face. "How dare you try to blame me for this!" She hissed. "I wasn't..." She was immediately cut off from any protests. "It was your sister that abandoned us! You that drug me out here in the first place! You think I like the swamp? Hell no! I came for you! Because you like it so much. And now you're blaming me for this situation we're stuck in? I don't think so!" She stumbled to her feet, picking up her bag and stormed off in the opposite direction. "Beth, that's the wrong way!" Felicia called after her. There was no answer, and it only took minutes before the other girl disappeared from her sight. Mad herself, Felicia sat down on the path and took out a bottle of water and a granola bar. Beth would come back. She was sure of it. And in that time, she might as well conserve her energy. How could she blame me? Felicia wondered, anger and hurt swirling through her. She hadn't forced Beth to attend the trip. Of course she had mentioned that a couple guys were going. That was deliberately to spark Beth's jealousy so she would come along (it would be lonely without her)... But it didn't count. Midnight Veil Ch. 01 It was starting to feel like an eternity while she waited. She sighed again, and got to her feet. Beth had probably just stopped a little way down the path where she couldn't be seen immediately and continued to cry. It was a mean assumption, but was most likely true. Felicia left her stuff behind and went after her. She had only taken a few steps when a scream rang out from deep in the swamp. Beth's voice! Felicia didn't take a minute to think, instead turning from the trail and running into the thick undergrowth of the swamp, mindless of the creatures that lived there or the sink holes she could fall in. All she cared about at that moment was finding Beth. Saving her from whatever had caused that shriek of terror... Adrianna stopped to looked back where Kim had paused. "What's wrong?" She asked the younger girl. Kim stared off into the swamp for a second longer before turning to where the others had stopped. "Frank stepped off the path a few minutes ago and hasn't caught up yet." She chewed nervously on her full lower lip. "And then there was that awful sound..." Her voice trailed off as she saw the look of scepticism from her brother. Adrianna glanced over at, who shrugged in response. "He'll catch up. Don't worry 'bout it." He turned back to the trail and continued walking, expecting both women to follow obediently. Kim spared a lost look at Anna before staring off into the swamp again. She took a few steps back to where Frank had stepped off the trail, then stopped, casting another look at her brother. She was at a complete loss. "Paul." Adrianna's voice stopped the older boy, forcing him to turn back to them. "We can't leave him here. It's bad enough we've abandoned Felicia and Beth. This isn't a good idea." Paul stared at her disbelievingly. "Now you're having doubts about it? Isn't it a little late for your conscience to kick in?" He laughed mockingly. "I'm not stopping. We've been wandering around for hours. It's going to get dark soon and I want to make it to the next camp site before then." "Oh admit it! We're lost and you know it!" Kim's shrill voice shouted at her brother, a note of hysteria creeping into her usually calm facade. Adrianna stood silently between the two as they glowered at each other. Paul's face going bright red with anger, while Kimberly's showed her fear, but also her determination to stand up for herself for once. She glared at him, while trying desperately not to let him see her chin quivering. "You don't want to mess with me Kim." Paul's voice was low and threatening. He took one step forward, causing a tremor of fear to shake his younger sister. He laughed viciously and turned away again. "I'm leaving. You can wait for Frank if you'd like. But good luck getting out of here alive without the map." He waved the precious piece of paper over his head, taking one last look back at them. "Anna?" Adrianna glanced back and forth between the two. Looking into Kimberly's pleading eyes she took a step towards her. One look at Paul told her how angry he actually was. "Don't expect me to come back for any of you!" His voice was one of hatred and he stormed down the path and out of sight without waiting for a response. "Where did Frank stop?" Adrianna asked the younger girl, putting a comforting arm around her shoulders and turning them in the opposite direction Paul had gone. "Just back here..." Kim wiped her eyes to take away evidence of the pending tears and allowed the other girl to lead the way. They walked for a ways in silence until Kim stopped and stared into the thick trees to the left of the trail. "Right here." Her voice was barely audible when she spoke, her eyes wide with terror. She knew this was where Frank had stopped. But... The scene before her just couldn't be possible. There were marks in the damp soil, fingerprints of someone trying to claw their way out of a dilemma. Blood ran in those deep imprints, and Kim could see a fingernail sticking up in a patch of the rough ground. A few feet into the undergrowth, (Kim felt compelled to walk further into the display of horror before her), she spotted a white sneaker. Renewed tears in her eyes, she scanned the area for her missing boyfriend. Adrianna watched with growing dread as the girl stepped further into the trees. "FRANK!" Her shrill voice ripped through the swamp, echoing back to them, giving away their position. 5 Beth awoke groggily, not knowing where she was or how she had gotten there. When she moved, she was quickly shocked to reality, discovering that her wrists and ankles were bound together. And... Was she moving? The jostling movement didn't stop when she managed to wiggle herself into a sitting position. Looking around the dark confines of what seemed to be a cave, she was wise enough to lay back down, propped up on her elbows, as to avoid hitting her head on the low ceiling. The makeshift Gurney seemed to be moving of its own accord. She peered over the side cautiously, and stifled back her scream when she saw the creature beneath her. It looked like a giant slug! She sunk her teeth into the back of her hand to keep from making any unnecessary noises, lest they know she had awakened. But what did it matter? They already had her held captive, tied so she couldn't move and now somewhere deep within their lair... What hope did she have of escaping? Was this the lair of the swamp mistress? The one that everyone talked about? Was she going to meet this beast, and serve it as it deemed necessary, or will she end up as one of the unfortunate ones that it handed over to these creatures? Her imagination went wild with the possibilities. Felicia will save me... Was the last thought before the tunnel opened up into a large circular chamber. She sat up, mindless of her previous idea to pretend to be asleep. The space was dark and Beth's roaming eyes instantly landed on the heap of a girl laying on the hard ground whimpering beside the throne. Then her gaze flickered to what occupied that throne. To her surprise, it was no beast that some of the stories foretold, but a woman. Her gasp came out unintended, and she clamped her bound hands over her mouth yet again. "I see I'm not what you expected." The woman's voice was beautiful, mesmerizing. With a flick of her wrist she commanded the newest captive be set on the ground. Almost instantly, the creatures that had been carrying her, turned and swarmed over her. Beth screamed, expecting them to bite and claw at her, tearing her to pieces... But instead, multiple tongues flickered over her rigid, writhing body. They tickled, coaxed and caressed her resistant body, tasting and feasting off of her. Beth screamed again, and in the moment that her mouth was open, one of those many tongues slipped into its depths, tangling with her own tongue and sliding down her throat. She clamped her lips around it, biting down on the soft invader. It quickly withdrew, and scuttled away, the rest of them rushing from her inviting body as well. The sharp pain flashed across her face before she even had time to noticed that the mistress had moved. The sharp retort of the slap echoed in the hollowed out chamber, the woman's eyes flashing dangerously. "You will respect my pets." She demanded from between clenched teeth. "You shall answer one simple question, and then I shall release you." Freya walked back to her throne, caressing the shoulder of the huddled figure before reseating herself. "How many of you were there?" Beth stared in awe. "You're going to release me?" She asked, as if in a daze. "Answer my question." "Six. There were six of us." She eagerly gave up the information, her mind on freedom. Maybe Felicia wouldn't have to rescue her. She could go back, get Licia, and get out of this hell of a swamp and never return. "You can leave." Freya waved her hand towards the multiple exits and Beth didn't wait for a second chance. She got up, and oddly enough, the ties were gone from her body, and ran from the room. Behind her, Freya laughed wickedly, loving the gullibility of the human race. Her pets reacted to that laugh, and lunged after the escaping girl... Beth thought the promise was a little farfetched but she didn't want to ask why she was so readily released. Maybe she just wasn't good enough for the mistress to keep around...? Although she didn't want to stay in the swamp any longer than necessary, that irrational thought bothered her. She slowed her pace, sure she was almost to the entrance by now as the tunnel opened up into a small chamber. What if she was supposed to have gone left at that last fork in the tunnel? What if she was lost down here forever now? Fears crept up on her, causing her to falter in her step, and pause as she started across the small space. Behind her, a slight shuffling sound stilled bringing with it an eerie silence. Beth looked behind her, back into the dark depths of the tunnel but saw nothing. She took another step, and paused, listening as the shuffling sound stopped when she did. Those damn slugs! She would be hearing that sound in her nightmares for months to come. Before she could take her next step, she felt something wind around her ankles, binding them together and throwing her to the ground face-first. She landed on her knees and elbows, and almost instantly, her wrists were bound as well. She glanced down in surprise at the instantaneous bondage, and saw the entity writhing over her skin, tightening its hold on her. She tried to crawl forward, but all movement was ceased when she felt the presence behind her. Fear clenched deep in her chest at the inevitable. They were going to feast on her now. She wasn't getting out of here alive as she was led to believe. She was going to be used as a meal for these creatures. Her body tensed involuntarily, but in her mind she convinced herself this was her fate and there was nothing she could do to change it. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly awaiting that first painful bite. But, instead, a tongue flicked out, rasping along her stockinged calf. It lingered on the back of her knee, tickling, tasting the bare flesh there. Another tongue swiped across her side where her shirt was torn and her skin was exposed. It slipped under her shirt onto her flat stomach. A third tongue caressed her collarbone and slid up the side of her neck. The creatures slowly advanced on her and Beth held perfectly still, still awaiting that first bite. Her eyes remained tightly shut, but she was aware of every move they made towards her. She heard the tearing of clothe and felt the answering breeze up her thighs and across her buttocks. The tongue rubbing affectionately at her tummy hooked onto the remnants of her shirt and tore it from her. The tongue on her neck slid down to push the straps of her lacy bra from her shoulder, allowing the other tongue to get the other shoulder. Her full breasts spilled forth as the remaining bits of the garment seemed to dissolve and fall from her body. Instantly more tongues were upon her, lapping at her breasts, bringing her nipples to hard peaks despite her reluctance. Felicia... The one word that kept her from screaming aloud. She was aware the instant that her thin thong fell away from her, sliding down her legs in scraps. The tongues were instantly at the apex of her thighs, licking and coaxing. They liberally coated her body in their saliva before pushing her legs apart and starting at her sensitive inner thighs. They slid down her belly to that junction, lapping at the damp curls there, digging deeper into her centre. Others descended from behind her, coating her buttocks and dipping between her cheeks to get further access. The tongues came upon her hot core at the same time, three of them assaulting her at once, while the others continued to explore the rest of her quivering body. One slid into her wet pussy, pushing as the soft walls there to allow the second one access as well. Together, they moved in and out in opposing directions, drinking her honey and adding their saliva to her fluids. She groaned at the sensations, trying desperately to remain unresponsive to their ministrations. This wasn't how she liked it! She was a lesbian for a reason. Nothing should be that deep within her body without pain... Nothing like this should bring any sort of pleasure! Her mind screamed at her, reminding her of the painful occasion when she had lost her virginity to those brutes that had used her so harshly. Carelessly. Over and over again. But this... This was different. The lapping tongues kept her nipples erect, brought a sheen of sweat to her fair skin and sent rippling sensations through her core. Something else wrapped its way around her long, loose hair, (a tentacle?), and pulled her head up. The creatures seemed to shift and shimmer and become something else, (become one?), Beth wasn't sure but suddenly new appendages were apparent, not more tongues as she had thought, but something else entirely. The tongues slipped out of her core, and Beth thought for a fleeting second that maybe she was finally free to go, but that thought was quickly dispersed as something new pressed against her wet entrance. The tentacle pushed into her, stretching her wider than ever before, forcing her legs farther apart to accommodate its girth. She kept herself propped up on her elbows, but her legs were spread so wide that she could feel the cold radiating up from the ground, seeping into her damp skin. She tried to bring her knees together, to bring her body up from the ground, but her attempts were instantly stilled by a weight pushing into the small of her back of keep her from moving. Her knees slid farther apart again, scraping against the rough floor, and just as she thought her centre was going to touch, a tentacle slithered under her, pressing into her, as if cushioning her. It pressed tightly against her clitoris, and when she stirred restlessly against it, the creature sent a measure of concentration there to move that tentacle in slow circular motions, stimulating her further. The tentacle pushed into her more, spreading her labia to impossible dimensions, sliding into her column with practised ease. Beth expected pain, judging by how wide her legs were spread, but there was none. An odd sense of contentment filled her, and slowly she began to relax into the sensations. The member moved in further, then withdrew, setting a slow but steady rhythm. The saliva covering her body seemed to be alive, a part of the creature as it began to move over her slick skin, caressing her and arousing her further. Her mind seemed hazy, as if this was all just a dream that she was starring in. A wonderfully erotic dream... She opened her mouth at the insistent prodding of yet another tentacle, allowing it entrance. It tangoed with her tongue as she started a playful duel of dominance with it. In the end, it won, holding her tongue down while sweeping farther into her mouth with ownership. The slime on her body grew thicker, developing a mind of its own as it moved over her. It sent a tingling feeling into her, as if her skin was soaking up its intoxicating sustenance. She moaned into her dominating gag, her body slowly beginning to move with the rhythm, setting the pace a little bit faster to ease her increasing appetite. The slime moved over her flat stomach and onto her full breasts, coating her thoroughly while caressing the soft mounds of flesh. Her nipples felt highly sensitized as the goo fondled them, bringing them to hard peaks, and unknown to Beth, stretching them to gain access... Another tentacle slipped down the trail of her spine, going through the goo coated there so that Beth could feel its advances on her body. She arched her back towards it, but was quickly reprimanded when that weight came down again, pressing her to the ground, to the tentacle stationed there that redoubled its efforts on her clit. She was fully exposed for whatever the creature wished to do with her, her legs as wide as they were, her mouth full of the organ that pumped into her. And now the next tentacle that found yet another access point. It slid between her soft cheeks, coming upon her secret entrance and prodding at her insistently before slipping into her. It dipped into that crevasse, slowly bringing more sensations to Beth's writhing body. She bucked in response, thrusting her hips backwards, bringing both tentacles deeper into her, and ripping a dominance statement from the one that surged deeper down her throat when she moved away from it. She groaned in satisfaction, feelings being invoked that she had never felt before, at least not to this depth. The climax built and built, tensing all her muscles as she tried desperately to bring herself relief. The creature seemed to drag it out, sliding into her with sure strokes designed to drive the human body far over the brink of pleasure. She ground her hips into the tentacle below her, aggravating her engorged clitoris, needing the sensations that coursed through her relentlessly. She sucked ferociously at the tentacle in her mouth, swallowing to bring as much sensation to it as she could as it was lodged down her throat. Her nipples throbbed with pleasure, yet she was still unaware of their state as they were expanded to allow entrance for the jelly form to slide into her body, swelling her breasts until her nipples were grazing the warming earth beneath her. When the creature began to move more quickly, all of the tentacles enhancing their techniques, Beth screamed into her gag with the force of her orgasm. Her toes dug into the ground, and she lifted her hips into the air to better receive as much of the creature as she could possibly get inside of her. The tentacle beneath her rose with her, and she was torn between wanting the ones behind her deeper, and the need to grind her clit against the one now holding her up. Her body clenched and tightened around the entities within her, grasping and milking them, convulsions sending her body into another instantaneous orgasm. Her cum soaked the creatures' organ, and as her vaginal walls grasped and suckled at it, the tentacle seemed to explode within her, flooding her body from all angles. Its cum pumped into her relentlessly, filling her, expanding her, sating her... Midnight Veil Ch. 02 6 Felicia stumbled again, falling into the deep mud, coating her bare legs liberally with the muck. Oh why did I ever let Beth pack for me? She asked herself with a distasteful look at the skirt she was wearing. She didn't belong in clothes like this, and longed for her jeans. She got back to her feet and wiped the muck from her body, mostly managing to cover herself more thoroughly rather than disperse it. She wasn't sure which way Beth's scream had come from, but she was following a rather suspicious looking trail. It was as if something had been drug through this section of the swamp, or perhaps those giant slugs did exist... Felicia didn't want to think about those possibilities right then. She shook the thoughts from her mind and continued on, getting herself more thoroughly lost in the vast expanse of swamp. Adrianna tried to stop Kim, but short of tying her to a tree, there was no way to achieve that. The younger grief-stricken girl ran into the swamp, following a faint trail that she believed was Frank's escape route. 'Because he had to have escaped...' And Adrianna was helpless to convince her otherwise. But rather than leave her to whatever fate had befallen her boyfriend, the least Anna could do was follow and try to help her out of whatever disaster lay ahead. And she was sure there was one. This entire swamp seemed to have a mind of it's own... She followed a few paces behind, carefully watching her step rather than fall face-first into the multiple sink holes that occupied much of the marshlands. She kept her eyes down to watch her footing, and missed the second Kim left her sight. "Damn." She muttered, when she looked up to realize that she was alone. "Kim!" She called out just above a whisper, sure that something was going to hear her and come after them. She wasn't sure what, but she didn't want to find out either. There was a groaning off to the right of the mistaken trail, and Anna turned that way, assuming Kim had fallen into the muck. Nothing could have prepared her for what she saw next. As if the thought had been picked out of her mind, Kimberly's lithe form was lashed to the huge trunk of a cypress tree. Her hands were bound behind her around the trunk, and her legs were spread, lashed to either side of the tree. Something else filled her mouth, gagging her. Adrianna didn't hesitate. This had to be Paul's work. Punishment for them leaving him to be lost alone. "It's ok. I'll get you down from there." She reassured the other girl as she moved closer. Kim shook her head frantically, her eyes wide with fear. Adrianna stopped and looked around. Was Paul still around? She didn't him sneaking up on her while she was trying to free his sister from whatever sick bonds he had put her in. "Where is he?" She mouthed the words to Kim, hoping she would understand. The younger girl just shook her head again, tears streaming down her face. Adrianna was left wondering if they were alone, or if Kim just hadn't understood the question. There was only one way to find out. Anna crept forward again, coming up to the base of the tree. "What the...?" Her question died on her lips when she witnessed the impossible. Kim was bound with the braches from the tree, and when Anna looked up, she saw that it was also a branch that seemed to have snaked around Kimberly's head to gag her. She took a step back, fear swamping her with the urge to turn and run. She couldn't very well just leave the girl here, bound to a tree with no hope of escape. But what other option was there? She couldn't climb the tree to unfasten her... As the thoughts swam through her confused mind, she forgot to watch where she was going, and when her ankle sank in the sink hole behind her, it was too late. She was thrown off balance and landed bottom down in the thick sucking mud. She tried to squirm out of it, attempting to wiggle her way around so she could pull herself from the hole. But the mud held fast, keeping her stationary. Not sinking any further, but unable to drag herself out. Before her terrified eyes, she witnessed the tree moving, its branches seeming to soften as it moved over Kimberly's trembling form. The branches loosened, and Kim's slim form fell away from the trunk, but remained suspended in midair as they refused to relinquish its hold on the girl. Four separate branches held each limb firmly, and a fifth went to the small of her back, helping to keep the strain of the weight from her limbs, or the trees' limbs, Adrianna wasn't sure. As she watched, more branches advanced on the captive victim, moving easily like snakes winding around her. They slid under her clothes, up the legs of her shorts, and down the sleeves of her shirt, and in one smooth motion, tore all the offending articles from her body. The tentacle-like branches moved to her bra next, ripping the thin material away to expose her petite breasts to its ravishing needs. It roughly caressed her breasts before sliding down her stomach to inch under her panties and tear them from her as well. Kim sobbed in fear at this treatment, her eyes pleading with Anna to save her. Adrianna felt useless, unable to move no matter how much she struggled. Adrianna was watching the scene unravel before her very eyes of the swamp creatures that the rumours left out. As she was so captivated by what was happening to the younger girl, she was unaware of the undulating muck around her own trembling body. The mud moved on its own, sliding around her, seeming to dissolve her clothes as it went. Adrianna belatedly became aware when the cool breeze swept over her rigid nipple. Glancing down, she saw the predicament her body had been entered in. Her bare breasts were jutting out invitingly, temptingly and she could now discern the movement beneath her. She was waist deep in the sink hole, her legs sprawled out before her, her hands buried to her elbows behind her, keeping her upper half free of the mud. But the mud now crawled up her body, shifting and covering her. It wasn't gritty as you would expect, but rather smooth as it caressed her body. Kimberly screamed into her gag as the tree continued its assault on her. The tentacle appendages slid over her body, leaving a thick slime behind, coating her in its lubrication. A large branch slid up her legs, over her core, caressing intimately. Her breasts were fondled, nipples coaxed into hard peaks. Her eyes wide, she watched as this thing continued to touch her, caress her, awaken her... Adrianna wiggled at the discreet tickling between her thighs. Her legs were held firmly, as where her wrists, and her waist; she couldn't do more than wiggle her bottom of perhaps jiggle her tits. A giggle of apprehension slid forth from her parted lips as she felt everything was surreal. Dreamlike. She laughed aloud as the goo slid higher between her thighs, stopping and lathering her slick entrance with its own form of lubrication. It slid into her an inch, turning her laugh into a moan as she wriggled deeper into the mud to grasp at the invader in her snatch. It obliged, surging in farther, much farther, bumping against her cervix. She moaned again, arching her back to jut her breasts into the waiting jelly there... Kim stared down in shock at Anna's wanton reaction to whatever was happening to her beneath that mud. She had witnessed her clothes falling from her shoulders as if they had been disintegrated with an acid of some sort... "Oh!" Her shocked cry escaped her when she felt her nipple being pinched in retaliation to her lack of attention. "Oh, Gods! Stop, Please!" She moaned the plea, trying unsuccessfully to wiggle out of her restraints. She was abruptly turned over, so that she was facing the ground, and a sharp sting accompanied by the retort of a slap landed firmly on her buttocks. "No!" She moaned the words again, wiggling harder, earning herself another slap sounding like the crack of a whip across the back of her thighs. She would have been embarrassed under any other circumstances by the rush of answering heat that melted her core... Adrianna rode shamelessly, bucking her body to the extent allowed by the encroaching mud. Her body felt ultra-sensitive, as if she could feel every little thing this entity did to her. She could feel it swelling into her snatch, stretching her and filling her as full as her body's limitations would allow. And even that was more than she could have possibly imagined. Its growing girth forced her legs wide, and the goo slid down her stomach to the apex of her thighs and caressed the hard nub of her clitoris wringing another moan from her. It was the last she would be able to utter undisturbed. The goo sent an appendage to her open, gasping mouth, to slip into that inviting cavern. She choked momentarily on the sudden unexpected invasion before sucking greedily, taking in the lubricating honey it ejected. Oh, how it felt like she was floating on a cloud of ecstasy! Kimberly was more resistant to the dreamlike effects. She kept her sanity slightly longer, not giving in to that oh-so-tempting sensation. That was until the creature whipped her bottom a third time, making her wet with anticipation, and lowering her guard against its advances. At this apparent weakness the slime soaked into her skin, sending her into that dreamlike state, and with one more slap on her reddened buttocks, it slid into her, mindless of which entrance, thrusting deep into her back door. A second branch massaged her lips open and tangoed briefly with her tongue before slipping down her throat, stopping all protests that were still coming forth despite the enhancing drug administered. Kim bucked and writhed to the best of her ability, still attempting escape. Her bonds were instantly reinforced and tightened to a near painful extent, achieving a moan of satisfaction from her gagged mouth. The third tentacle slid into her wet snatch, driving deep into her, slamming against her cervix roughly... Adrianna's body soaked up the slime that the mud liberally coated over her. Her breasts were tingling and she felt the answering caress that she craved. Her nipples widened to accommodate the slime there, and Anna could feel it entering her, expanding her. Her tits swelled uncontrollably until it felt as if they might burst. She moaned around her gag arching further still into the massaging entity. She felt it writhe into her backdoor and jumped in disapproval, but was held still for the invasion nonetheless. The sensation faded into pleasure, mingling with the rest of her body's responses. There was a sudden, odd sensation deep within her core that brought her partially out of her daze. Her eyes snapped open and her mouth opened wider in denial, (allowing the tentacle there to slip farther in). The creature's multiple appendages surged into her, filling her, and she felt the sensation of bloating out. They came uncontrollably into her every crevasse, exploding within her like flood doors opening. She screamed her frustrations, bucking, trying to make them somehow last longer. I'm not done yet! Her mind screamed, her body tightening around the tentacles to slow their escape. They couldn't leave yet! They still had a job to do! Kim's body tensed as she felt the building pressure. The tentacles didn't worry so much about coating her into compliance with its lubrication, instead, taking her roughly and furiously. They pound into her with renewed energy as they could sense her body entering that precipice of pleasure. They pushed her into a strong orgasm with their brutality, slapping her bottom repeatedly, a thin tentacle sliding around her throat to tighten itself there, others in her hair to hold her head still as they fucked her mouth, pulling on her hair each time she moved. Her moans and screams of pleasure echoed through the swamp until she was exhausted and her cum was dripping from her suspended body. The tentacles left Adrianna's body frustrated and unsatisfied. She wanted to scream or cry but instead, bit her lip until she tasted blood. It wasn't fair! Her body was huge now, bloated with the cum of the creatures, but that didn't bother her. She realized belatedly that she was sinking into the mud again, as it closed around her face, she took a deep breath and held it, her thoughts still on her own pleasure. She seemed to be suspended in the mud until she felt the cool air on her bottom. She emerged from the sink hole in a small cavern where she was set gently on the ground and approached by different creatures. The worm like blobs crawled over to her, and cleansed the mud and stray cum from her legs and torso. She lay still for their care, her legs spread and ready. Her body was still alive with the sensations that the other creature had invoked in her and she was hopefully awaiting these ones to resume where it had failed. Her wish was granted when a tentative tongue snaked out and slid along her vulva, tasting her ready cream. It flicked into her stretched opening, caressing gently. When she moaned in encouragement, it became more bold, inching closer. Its member slid out, slick and firm, pressing against her opening, spreading her labia once again to gain entrance. Its thick girth stretched her wider, creating a intoxicating friction as it slid into her. The motion was slow and Anna was still drugged from the last creature. All she could think about was her greedy need to cum. And this creature was moving too slow. She pushed it off, and before it could react, crawled on top of it, grabbing its member and inserting it into herself. She moaned as she started the pace, faster than its attempts. The creature, unsure what to do, lay still, allowing this lust driven girl to do as she pleased. Behind her she was only vaguely of the other creatures that were steadily approaching her. She didn't flinch when one crawled onto her back, its thick appendage searching blindly for the opening it knew was there. When it found its intended location and slipped in, its forelegs wrapped more securely around her bucking waist. In front of her, yet another creature approached, its member rigid and swaying temptingly in front of Adrianna. She leaned over to allow it entrance to her mouth, riding the first creature shamelessly, while allowing the one behind her better access... Above the ground, Kim was slowly recovering from her shattering orgasm, while the tree slowed its pace and brutality. It coursed into her at a satisfying pace, causing her body so quiver and clench around it. She left her jaw slack, lacking the energy to sufficiently stimulate the tentacle lodged in her throat, instead, allowing it to do as it pleased. The other tentacle, thrusting steadily into her cum soaked snatch brought her body back to that brink, making her writhe and wiggle in an attempt to take it deeper, even though it was already bumping against her cervix. It came suddenly, with no indication, except the flooding that course through her. Kim shook with the force of the creatures orgasm, sending her into one seconds after. Its thick cum pumped into her, filling her womb, her stomach, every place the seed could expand to, to allow more to follow suit. Adrianna rode the creature relentlessly. She was mindless of how badly she was sending it over the edge, as it had no control to stop the sensations she was forcing into it. Her swollen clit rubbed against an intriguing nub above its extended member, adding to the rising climax within her bloated body. Her body froze in the throes of pleasure, and beneath her the creature bucked and thrust on its own. She came uncontrollably, a scream of pleasure ripping itself from her full throat. She continued to move fervently, her vaginal muscles clenching and milking the member lodged so deeply in her snatch. It came seconds later, pumping its seed into her already expanded womb before sliding out from under her. Anna was unable to move, as she still had two creatures pumping into her furiously. She sucked at the one in her mouth, wanting more of that oh-so-tasty cream the last one had filled her with while the creature behind her thrust into her tight ass, holding her hips still for its intrusion. It picked up speed, and Anna was sent spiralling into another orgasm as it came inside of her. At the same time the one in her mouth exploded, spilling its seed down her throat while her muscles convulsed in an attempt to swallow it to keep from choking herself. As the creature slipped away from her, the cum spilled over her lips and down her chin to drip steadily onto her enlarged tits. She brought up her hand to caress her body, using the excess cream to massage her over abused body. The creatures all moved back, and she sat in the centre of the chamber, her hands rubbing the thick cum to every expanse of available skin... Kimberly was set down on a soft bed, thoroughly in a dream-like state now that she was completely sated and the jelly had had a chance to soak into her resistant skin. She sighed in dreamy contentment as she felt the gentle jostling movement of being moved ever-so-carefully as to keep her from awaking. 7 "She has arrived." Freya's voice betrayed her excitement as she lifted her head from her newest feast. The girl she had subdued moaned in disappointment at the abrupt cessation of the ministrations the mistress had been giving her. Freya was still craving, and she still had some time to wait. She resumed, her face burrowing into the damp curls at the apex of the girls thighs, bringing those moans back to sounds of pleasure. Felicia wandered into the mouth of the cave burrowing deep under ground. She knew that this wasn't the best of ideas, but there was the odd footprint, and in hopes that it was Bethany's trail she was on, she proceeded into the cavern. The tunnels seemed too small to fit a human, and Felicia couldn't think of any reason why Beth would have gone down this route. The ceiling was low, and she was forced to hunch over and shuffle along, trying desperately not to brush against the slimy looking walls. Her breathing was shallow, lest she cause some slight vibration that might bring the entire foundation crashing down on top of her. Undescribable sounds echoed through the corridors. A chill went down Felicia's spine, and she had the fleeting urge to turn around and run... was that Beth's voice?! Another soft moan travelled through the tunnel, bouncing off the walls and making it impossible to tell which direction it was coming from. Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, she forced her legs into compliance, walking further into the shrouding darkness. There seemed to be an odd light radiating from the core, lighting the halls in its eerie glow. Felicia turned to the left at the next fork and continued her slow exploration. It came to a dead end at a barred cavern. Peering at the odd forms of bars... Were they branches just stuck in the mud, or was that the roots of a tree above ground...? She saw an odd form wriggling in the centre of the room. Squinting against the impending darkness, as if it was trying to keep her from seeing through its thickness, the forms slowly took on a shape. "Beth?" Her voice came out as a whisper as her eyes widened in shock. The form wiggled at the sounds of a voice, and a gurgling protest emerged; not Beth. Felicia gasped, then rubbed her eyes fervently. There was no way she had just seen that... She tried to convince herself. But then it happened again. The bound woman wiggled with awareness, and Felicia caught a glimpse of the slightly impish features. "Kim?" She was still whispering. Even as she said the name, the figure was turned around slowly, in mid air, and Felicia was able to make out her predicament. Suspended in the centre of the hollowed out, barred, area was the youngest member of the camping group. Kimberly's state was horrifying to the other girl: it seemed as if the tree roots, or branches, or whatever they were, were abusing the poor girl beyond anything Felicia had ever heard of. The things were protruding from any area available on her naked body, and the sights were not censured as Kimberly wiggled more, a moan (not being entirely sure if it was a moan of protest or one of lust...) muffled around the thing lodged in her throat. Felicia grasped the bars in her way, yanking on them in an attempt to help the other girl. But when they moved, and tried to snake around her own wrists, Felicia jumped back out of the way, with a whispered, "I'll come back for you!" Before retreating the way she had come. Midnight Veil Ch. 02 She went the only other way possible, after once again overcoming that terrible urge to flee, and went right. She wandered further into the labyrinth, her sister's voice echoing in her head about the monsters and creatures lurking down in this domain, wishing she hadn't been there to hear any of the rumours. But when her sister's voice came to her, and she was certain that it hadn't been in her head that time, she almost jumped out of her skin. She followed the sounds, not bothering to decipher what exactly were causing those sounds, until she came to another small dome-like room. With a quick glance around, she was left to wonder if that blob in the centre of the room was actually her sister, or just a figment of her imagination. Maybe this was all just a dream; a really bad dream. "Anna?" She couldn't just leave without knowing. She wandered into the small space, warily watching for any moving branches. She reached hesitantly into the mud, searching for some sort of solid form. Her hand touched something, and she was quick to wipe away the muck, not too surprised to see some semblance of human tissue beneath it. She continued to clear the jelly-like stuff from the struggling body it contained. Above her, a glob of mud landed on her shoulder with a heavy splat! The ceiling seemed to be leaking... maybe she had stepped into a sink hole and landed down here, if that was possible...? Felicia grabbed the exposed arm she had dug out and tugged as hard as she could, putting all her body behind the pull. The figure inched out ever-so-slowly, until Felicia's fingers started to slip... and then she was flat on her bottom with a humph! Looking back at what her efforts had accomplished, she was quick to back peddle like a crab, out of reach of the searching fingers groping towards her. Tentacle beings? Living in the mud? Had she walked into the damn Twilight Zone?! And then she could see her sister's face, as mud streaked as it was, and saw that frightening look there. Her mouth hanging partially open, her eyes delicately closed, a look of peace filling her features. Her right hand gently stroking one of the gooey tentacles that hovered in the air beside her, seeming to soak up her attention like a pet. Other creatures lurked further in the dark depths of the cavern, their slight movement drawing Felicia's horrified attention. "Anna? C'mon. We've gotta get you out of here. Please?" Felicia didn't want to alert any more tentacles as the ones at her ankles inched closer, but she couldn't just leave Adrianna there. Sure she looked like she was enjoying whatever the thing was doing to her, but they must have drugged her, or poisoned her, or something! But this was her sister! Her mind argued back and forth until Felicia was finally back out into the tunnel, still crab walking backwards away from the still stretching jelly creatures. When they began to retreat was when she finally scrambled to her feet and ran, with her mental promise that she would come back for Anna. She would find Beth, who would no doubt want to run away from these problems, but with her help, they would free the other two girls and get out of this god-forsaken place and out of the swamp forever! She slowed to a walk a few corridors later, after several random twists and turns, getting herself more thoroughly lost in the maze. She mentally reprimanded herself for not paying more attention to which turns she had taken, and where they would have to back track to, to get her sister and Kimberly out of this mess. She kept walking further into the ever-lightening corridors, until yet another sound froze her blood in her veins. That one was definitely Beth's voice! She turned back and retreated the last few steps she had taken and turned the opposite way. The sounds got louder, and Felicia's dread grew. What she found was half what she was expecting, in a way, but still shocked her nonetheless. Despite the odd circumstances, she stared helplessly in a hurt silence at the scene before her. And her anger grew. Bethany had lied! When they had first gotten together, Beth had told her a horrifying story about why she had turned lesbian, strictly lesbian, because of the harsh reality of men, and how she had unwillingly lost her virginity. Through the tears and the emotional trauma, and Felicia had believed her. Like a fool! Her mind screamed the last part at her. Beth was on her knees, her hands gasping part of a creature stationed in front of her writhing body, and from her vantage point, Felicia could see the thing stretched out beneath the other girl, between her stretched labia, and coursing into her at a steady rate. A moan rose from Beth's full throat, tearing through Felicia with a barely acknowledged pain. Fury was her first-most feeling. She was torn between the need to escape this surreal place, and her desire to go over to Beth and slap her out of whatever lust-induced trance she was in so that her ex would know exactly what was thought of her. The Whore! But with a self control she didn't know she possibly possessed, Felicia turned and left the chamber as silently as she had come upon it. She wandered aimlessly now, the other two girls forgotten as she walked aimlessly further into the maze. She couldn't remember which way she had come, so what was the point of trying to leave? The light got brighter, and Felicia quickened her pace as a voice floated towards her, wrapping around her like a cloak of invincibility, coaxing her out of her reverie. She came upon the biggest chamber yet, lighted in its mysterious way, creatures lurking harmlessly, furniture made of gods-knows what, and that voice... At the other end of the chamber, as Felicia wandered farther in, she saw the enticing throne, keeping that oh-so-beautiful woman seated high above her grovelling subjects... "Felicia, my dear. You've made it at last, I see." The woman clapped her hands together in delight, standing and meeting the younger girl in the middle of the room. She wrapped her arms around Felicia's unresisting body, her warm lips brushing against the blonde's earlobe in a caress of breath, "I've been waiting." The whispered words sending a shiver of anticipation through Licia. "Why?" The word came out husky, with a ring of innocent curiosity. The mistress laughed, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, led Felicia the rest of the way across the room. One of her obedient creatures was quick to bring a make-shift chair, shuffling it in front of the throne. "Why, because you're special, of course." She said it as if scolding a child. "Special?" Again, that innocent confusion. Felicia felt like cobwebs were collecting in her mind, fogging any coherent thoughts and entering her into a hazy-like perception of what was happening. Freya was behind the other girl, her fingers in that thick blonde hair, working a soothing massage on her scalp and the back of her neck. "Ah, must I give all my secrets away at once love?" She chuckled lightly as Felicia agreed that she didn't have to. "Just relax, sweetie. I'll take care of everything for you." She promised, her lips caressing that earlobe oh-so-sensually again. Felicia felt herself slipping farther away from reality. The horror of what she had seen with Kimberly and Adrianna fading, the hurt and anger of the betrayal of Bethany just simply falling away. The massage felt so amazingly good... she leaned back into those skill-full hands, sighing in contentment under the pleasurable ministrations. Freya worked away the tension in the young body. Her excitement was hard to force down until she could finish this massage. Couldn't have a tension filled body to work on. They could be difficult. And not as tasty. She grinned at the throne she was facing, a flash of white teeth in the dark. Her pets took a few steps forward, hoping it was an invitation, but were quickly warned off as her dark eyes swept over them menacingly. Her hands caressed the slim shoulders, pushing the torn shirt down, her hands slipping around Licia's neck to unfasten the buttons. Her hands grazed the lush mounds there, stopping to caress, lingering of the erect nipples stretching the material of the shirt so very temptingly. Freya couldn't resist any longer. She leaned over, taking that rogue peak into the hot cavern of her mouth sucking gently, her tongue flicking over it. Her subject arched into the sensations, moaning. The mistress finished unfastening the buttons and slipped the shirt from the girl, having to relinquish possession while she pulled the obstructing article from Felicia, quickly following with discarding the bra as well. Felicia's eyes were half closed as she watched the dark haired woman walk around her and kneel on the floor in front of her. Was it proper to allow the mistress of such a palace to kneel in her own throne-room? Felicia wondered irrationally. She moved to get up, to change positions with her, but was pushed back into the seemingly cushioned chair. She relaxed into the comfort with a sigh. Freya resumed her attention on that intriguing point, her tongue swirling and caressing while her hands worked to relax other areas. She grasped the blonde's firm thighs, and under the ministrations of a gentle massage, opened them, inhaling that heady scent calling to her. She let her mouth travel down the flat stomach, her teeth catching at the hem of the skirt in her way. Felicia lifted her hips in consent, allowing her clothes to be tugged off a tad eagerly. When they were out of the way, Freya went back to work, her mouth spreading soft enticing kisses along that lovely apex, her tongue dipping into the already damp curls. The taste was intoxicating! She dipped her head lower, finding the spot that made Felicia jump, the girls' breath hitching in her throat, before coming out in a rush as she relaxed again under that skilled mouth. The mistress fed on the slick honey she was weening from her sweet little virgin. The only one of the group. She kept the thought to herself, slightly disappointed that there had only been one out of the four girls. At least there had been the one. The others would serve as good toys for her pets, as she was sure they were already within her lair. As for the males, well there were some creatures out there that fancied their kind of entertainment. And if they hadn't reached them first, then there were others that would simply make short work of the pitiful things. Not something she was specifically worried about. She let those thoughts slide away as another virginal moan brought her back to the feast on hand. Her fangs lengthened ominously, she scraped them over her victim's inner thigh sensually. Then, while still keeping the hazy feeling utmost in the uncorrupted mind, sank her fangs deep, drinking her fill of the second nectar emitted from her host. Felicia felt the faint prick on her inner thigh, but it was gone as soon as it had come, and she was left wondering if perhaps she had imagined it...? or maybe it was just her mistresses nails... Ah that must be it, as the pleasure surged through her again. A scream of pleasure rose to her lips and she was unable to hide the orgasm that shook her. She was left shaking with the aftershocks, her body convulsing and quivering, sated yet craving more... Felicia came to with a wave of pleasure. She was being caressed and aroused in ways she couldn't have ever imagined! She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to shatter her dream. It felt as if tongues were lathering her with their attentions, wringing moans from her slightly sore throat, kissing her into silence... The creatures' tongues glided over the young captive, making her writhe and beg for more. They covered every inch of that perfect creamy skin, paying special attention to the areas that brought forth the best reactions. The soft mounds with those sensitive peaks made her arch into their hungry mouths. But that dip between her thighs, that forbidden entrance, was what they currently worked at. Multiple tongues slid into her snatch at once, pressing gently at those soft walls, licking up the cream that was being readily supplied although careful to not break that thin barrier. The mistresses' instructions were as clear as they got and no creature wanted to defy her. So they obeyed, not delving too deeply into the virgin, but bringing her pleasure nonetheless while denying their own, even though that core was thrust towards them in a blatant invitation to take what they oh-so-very much wanted from her exposed body. When Freya walked into the small cavern the creatures scuttled out of her way, bringing Felicia out of her dream-like state as her pleasure came to a halt. Her eyes opened reluctantly, and she smiled sleepily when Freya came into view. "My queen, what can I do for you?" Felicia got to her knees in an eager movement to please the dark-eyed woman in any way she could. Freya laughed, her hand twisting into the recently cleansed blonde hair, wrapping it around her fist with enough force to widen Felicia's eyes with that precious innocence. Felicia smiled at her wickedly, then crawled closer to the mistress in a seductive movement, mindless of the hand tangled in her hair in an attempt to hold her back. She tugged the tiny skirt-like garment from those slim hips exposing smooth skin and secret hollows. Felicia's tongue darted out to wet her lips before she inched closer, her tongue sweeping out in a tentative lick. The groan that it brought forth was enough to make her bold as she wrapped her hands around Freya's hips, grasping her firm buttocks to hold her still while she experimented. She sunk into that tasty morsel, pleased to learn that she was moist. Her lips caressed while her tongue worked the inner walls, needing that honey like a newly acquired addiction. When Freya came, her fingers dug into the other girls shoulders, to hold her up as well as to hold the girl to her, her legs shaking uncontrollably. Felicia took this honey as well, lapping it greedily, needing more. Freya pushed her back, surprised at the force of the orgasm. When was the last time...? She shook the question away before beginning her feast. That intoxicating scent was beckoning to her, pleading her to feed. And as Felicia fell back willingly, that sexy smile on her lush lips, Freya helped herself to the offering. 8 When Felicia awoke by herself some time later, she was confused and disoriented. How long had she been in this room? Had she been sleeping, dreaming up those multiple times that woman had come to her, pleasing her insatiable appetite, while she returned the favour when permitted to? Or had it really happened? She massaged her temples, trying to force the cobwebs from her mind. They seemed reluctant to leave. Yet one glance at her body told her the dreams had been reality. She lay naked, legs spread, bruises and red finger marring her skin. And was that... a bite mark?! Oh, this sucked! She ran through her hazy memories, trying to figure out some way out of this disaster. Some reprieve from this dilemma. Her memories came to her reluctantly, and she saw where her weakness had been, in seeing what was being done to Beth and how it had affected her. And slowly, a plan began to form... Freya sat at her throne, it was almost time to feed! Her mind reminded her greedily. Perhaps the day she had allowed for the girl to rest would be enough so that another feeding wouldn't injure her too badly. Already her regeneration abilities were lacking, and Freya had ordered she be left alone to regain some strength. But she was oh-so-sweet and addicting! She licked her lips subconsciously in anticipation of her visit. And just as she stood to go to her dinner, she was pleasantly surprised when the girl entered the chamber hesitantly, innocently. "Where have you been?" She asked in that voice that screamed virgin! She crossed the vast area slowly, a sexy smile on her full lips as she came up to Freya and went to one knee in a manner of respect. Humbling her. "I was just coming to you, my dear." Freya's reply was husky as she could already smell that heady scent, that intoxicating nectar: her addiction. Felicia grinned into the animal fur skirt that she quickly undid and discarded. "Good." She murmured against that soft expanse of skin. "I'll save you the trip." Her tongue flicked out to taste that intriguing place tentatively. Freya's hands tangled in her hair, holding the younger girls mouth to her as she arched into those soft lips. She spread her thighs, (as Felicia knew she would) and didn't resist when she was pulled to the ground, and laid out like a sacrificial monument. Felicia continued to eat her out, her tongue sliding in and pressing against her inner walls intimately. She moved her lips up to the engorged clit, sucking the small nub into her mouth while working her hands up the mistresses' thighs in a caressing massage. Her fingers found the wet dip, and sunk in, wringing a groan of satisfaction from Freya. The woman was caught in the thrones of her oncoming orgasm, Felicia could feel it gathering, knew the tell-tale signs as the vaginal walls clenched at her fingers greedily, and knew she had to do this quickly to ensure that it worked in time. As the orgasm grew with force, Felicia eased another two fingers into that tight, wet snatch. Freya came, and at the same time her eyes shot open and narrowed dangerously. "You..." Her words caught in her throat as Felicia slipped her entire hand into the dark-eyed woman's twat, choking her in a gasp of surprise, and oddly enough, the rare sensation of pain. Felicia found what she was looking for, and pushed past that thin barrier which marked the virgin, before withdrawing her hand, and lapping at the honey there, mingled with the evidence of the mistresses' virginity, now stolen. The creatures rushed to the scene as they scented this loss, and flocked to Freya, while Felicia quickly backed out of the way. Felicia watched in an awed fascination as the creatures tongues lapped at the sheen of sweat on that pale skin, all seeming to be aware of the others crowding so close to that writhing body. Freya's screams echoed off the low ceiling, screams of denial as she tried to regain control of her domain, her subjects. The efforts remained futile, as she no longer held any sense of control. Her virginity was stolen, marking the end of her reign. The creatures' tongues slid over her skin, leaving the thick jelly-like saliva in their wake. As the jelly grew in quantity, it moved of its own accord, gliding over the flat expanse of skin bringing new sensations with it. The creatures undulated together becoming one: tentacles emerging, searching, probing. Freya's eyes went wide with horror; she was immune to the drug they subjected their victims to, and there was no hazy dream-like reality for her to fall back on. She renewed her struggles, trying fervently to escape while she still could. Again, her efforts were futile as tentacles snaked out and lashed to her wrists and ankles, stretching her spread-eagle for the creature bearing down on her. Her body was still damp from the orgasm she had just had, and when the first tentacle rubbed across those wet lips, she jumped in response. It seemed to enjoy tormenting her, dragging out the penetration she was dreading. It explored her exposed hot core, marvelling over the smoothness of the skin there, liberally applying its lubricant to every possible area. It slid between her lips, entering her an agonizing inch before withdrawing and moving up to touch her clit tentatively. When she bucked her hips, (Felicia wasn't sure if it was a movement of protest or lust) the creature slid down again, passing her snatch and moving lower, investigating other possibilities. The mistress bucked again, another scream of protest shattering the thick air. Midnight Veil Ch. 02 The creature, seemingly bored with its leisurely exploration, coursed into her wet snatch with such force that Freya almost passed out. But this, it wouldn't allow. At the moment her eyes tried to close in relief another tentacle arrived, caressing her clit to wring those soft moans from her. She drummed her heels on the hard floor, lifting her body, torn between her desire to escape and remain queen, and her need for more! 'It's too late to remain queen and you know it!' The harsh voice from within her whispered cruelly. "No! Oh Gods, please no!" Her cries brought a ferocious response from the goo coating her, and it coursed over her, inside of her, stretching her. Her breasts were swelling with its invasion. "No! Stop! This can't be happening!" As she screamed again, choking on the words, a third tentacle emerged from the mass, slipping stealthily into her mouth, gagging her from any more protests. It surged down her throat gleefully, forcing her to swallow more of it, instinctively to keep herself from choking. She moaned around her gag, still trying to struggle out of the creatures' grasp. The tentacle in her snatch continued to surge into her steadily, stretching her more with each thrust, bathing her in its creamy lubricant to ensure it would continue to fit. Freya had tears in her eyes as she fought. 'You like it, admit it!' The harsh voice in her mind spoke again, laughing evilly. She shook her head in denial and with each twist of her neck, brought more of the tentacle down her throat. 'Give it up. You'll never win.' It continued to taunt her. Felicia was sitting at the base of the throne, watching this unfold before her. She could see the conflicting emotions flickering across Freya's face, changing from pain to pleasure. Acceptance to denial. Back and forth in confusing expressions, as if she were having an inner battle... One hesitant over large slug-like creature approached her, holding something precariously in its maw. A flower? It dropped the swamp lily at her feet, a very rare flower indeed, and performed a slightly awkward bow. She was slightly confused, until she felt a tentative nudging, and noticed a second creature, trying to usher her into the throne. She obliged, sitting in the head seat of the chamber, the performance from the previous mistress still taking place in the centre of the room. The first creature picked up the flower it had dropped in front of her and inched closer, close enough to drop it on her knees, before rushing back to bow to her again. She giggled, delighted by the oddly cute little thing, and leaned over stretching out a hand to coax it closer. It came to her eagerly, thrusting its head under her outstretched hand. She scratched it gently, surprised with it began to emit a sort of purring vibration. It flopped over onto its back, like a dog begging for a belly-rub. With another delighted giggle, she obliged. Freya was still trying to deny that evil voice the pleasure it was tempting her to accept. But her treacherous body wouldn't agree with her demands, and she felt the orgasm sweeping through her. No matter how much she tried to fight it she knew she was failing. The sensations were too much to deny. And that oh-so-wonderful honey... She came then, her hips rising off the floor as she lifted her tensing body onto her heels and shoulder blades, balancing in that bridge position to allow the most access. The creature took this blatant invitation and slipped another tentacle towards her, coming up on her back door and gliding in without hesitation. Freya's eyes snapped open at the intrusion to her pleasure but was soon distracted as another moan was wrung from her full throat. Her enlarged breasts swayed precariously, threatening to topple her frail balance. Her grasping muscles milked the creatures within her as she swallow again and again, trying to steal that tasty honey they emitted. The surging tentacles moved faster, gliding in and out of her rhythmically, charging her body up for another orgasm. The force of the second orgasm crashed through her and she screamed around her gag, her fists clenching and unclenching from their bound positions at her side. She thrust her hips up, grinding against the creature until she felt it swell even more inside her pulsating snatch, and within seconds it's cum was coursing into her. Filling her. Stretching her. Litres of the substance poured from the multiple tentacles, pumping into every crevasse, as well as erupting all over her body. The tongues that were still licking at her, turning out to be just smaller tentacles, shot their cum wherever they happened to be when the main explosion came. Freya was covered with the substance, tasting it as it filled her throat while the tentacle there tried to reverse its direction. Her limbs went limp with exhaustion as the tentacles retracted, pulling free of her clenching muscles. And then she felt like she was floating, as if a belated strain of the drug finally affected her frayed nerves. Felicia watched as the jelly-like creature carried the limp form from the chamber, multiple tongues licking at her dangling limbs. She looked around at the creatures that surrounded her, all awaiting her orders... 9 Felicia got her lily bearing slug to lead her to the hostages that were being kept in the many different areas. She was surprised at what she saw as this creature brought her from the chamber, to the first of the small rooms. This one; only slightly smaller than her chamber, contained a handful of naked writhing bodies. Although they lay on the ground, in one simple mass, their skin was clean and giving off a healthy glow, their hair shining and soft looking. "Find them clothes." Felicia gave her order, which her pet relayed to the next down the line. She walked into the room, approaching the girls, virgins; she could smell their scent calling to her oh-so-temptingly... and snapping her fingers a few times, gained their undivided attention. They crawled to her, as if in a drug-induced dream, smiling pleasantly. Felicia could see the damp honey clinging to them between their thighs. At least they managed to keep themselves occupied... A faint voice answered the half question that was forming. Moisture gleamed on their full lips, and a shine covered the multiple bodies. Two creatures returned, carrying articles of clothes, made from things which Felicia didn't want to identify. She tossed the clothes into that mass of bodies. "Get dressed." She demanded in a stern voice. Slowly, the girls seemed to emerge from their dreamy states, and in a dazed, did as they were told. They followed Felicia back to her throne room. She picked one of the eager looking slug creatures that watched her with beady eyes. "You, take them to the entrance, lead them back to civilization." It gave a curt nod before ushering the girls down the low corridors. Felicia picked two other creatures. "Go with him. Nothing is to happen to these girls." She commanded. Looking back at her pet, (His lily securely tied in her hair) she asked to be brought to her friends. Beth was first. Felicia demanded she be let go, which the creature obliged without a qualm, earning a groan of disappointment from the expanded human that had been her girlfriend. The extended tummy wiggled, and Felicia wasn't at all surprised when a tiny creature began to emerge from between those wet, parted thighs. Impregnated... She grabbed Beth's hand, and despite the creatures that were eager to be born, lead her from the room. In her chamber she set the other girl down in a corner, stationing another slug there. "When she's done, bring her to the entrance." She backtracked, now getting the hang of how these tunnels worked as if a map had suddenly been imprinted in her mind, and found her way to her sister, with minimal help from Buddy. She pulled her sister's resisting form from the mud, which then assumed the shape of three more separate creatures. Her sister's stomach was protruded as well, but Felicia brought her to where Kimberly was still captive, nonetheless. The bars on the opening to that cell opened quickly as she approached and the branches, or roots, she still wasn't sure which, released the younger girl. Kimberly scrambled away going straight to Felicia and wrapping her arms around the mistresses' ankles kissing her legs fervently. "Let's go." At the mouth of the cavern, Beth awaited, naked and shivering. Felicia ushered her ahead, putting the other two girls between them. With a backwards glance to where her morose looking pet awaited, she smiled reassuringly, a silent promise that she would be returning. She raised her face to the starry night sky, her fangs gleaming with dark promise...