4 comments/ 35318 views/ 6 favorites Horror at Hellmund-Winchere Ch. 1 By: MrSand I. Lilian entered the dark basement. She didn't want to, but knew that she had to. Mrs. Antonia had ordered her to go, and everyone knew what happened to those who didn't do as the teacher told. The stairs into the basement was made of a creaky old wood which moaned as if in pain every time Lily stepped on them. Dust covered these wooden planks, and cobwebs lined the downward sloping ceiling. Lily swallowed her agitation, and descended. At the bottom of the steps, she turned on the electric flashlight she was carrying. A sneezing fit suddenly took hold of her, caused by the dust and mold in her surroundings. She glumly acknowledged the dust and grime covering her school uniform; the blue blazer and plaid skirt was covered in the stuff. Mrs. Antonia was going to have a fit when she saw her dishelved state. Lilian pressed on, wanting to get the task over with. She followed the long, dark corridor towards the school's storage area. All she had to do was get there, find the projector bulbs, and get back upstairs. She quickened her pace, eager to get back to class. The corridor seemed to stretch for an eternity. Lilian was in complete darkness now, the thin beam from the flashlight remained the only source of light. On and on, the corridor seemed to go. What if it never ended? Lily felt the first signs of panic build up within her. She walked more briskly, almost running down the dusty passageway. At last, she reached the end of the hall. Her light shined on a blank wall, marking a dead end. Funny, thought Lilian, there's supposed to be a door here. She suddenly wondered if she had taken a wrong turn; but that was impossible, there were no turns to make: just one long, narrow, confining corridor from the steps all the way to here. The dust seemed to be thicker here, and Lily fell into another fit of frantic sneezing. Sweat beaded her body, she had trouble breathing. Her heart beat faster, her legs shook with panic.Was it just her or were the walls closing in? She had to get out of here! She turned to run back down the corridor when a noise alerted her of someone coming towards her from that direction. She let out a sigh of relief. Mrs. Antonia was probably wondering what was taking so long and sent someone else down to help her. "Hello?"shouted Lilian."Who's there?" No one answered her. She aimed the light's beam forwards, into the darkness, but the dust was so thick it blocked most of the light. All she could hear was the other person's footsteps, in front of her, coming down the corridor. Lilian suddenly realized that there was something wrong with those steps. They weren't the loud taps of shoes on wood, but the soft pat of someone's bare feet. Who in the school would walk around without any shoes on? "Who's th-there?"repeated Lily. The steps were much closer now, maybe less than a hundred feet away. Lilian could now distinguish the sound very well: it was the soft pat-pat of bare feet, but with some other sound mixed in. Squelch-squelch. It was a squelching sound, as if the person's feet were wet. Lilian became panicked again. What if it was some madman who came in outside from the rain? She dismissed this theory quickly since it wasn't raining outside. Who could it be then, someone who just came out of the shower? Lilian's breathing quickened as whatever it was came nearer. She backed up, pressing herself against the dusty wooden wall behind her. Her knees felt weak and she felt at the verge of tears. Suddenly, the flashlight beam flickered off. She tried to scream, but her dry throat didn't permit it. Lilian stood in the darkness for what seemed like hours. All the while, the wet footsteps kept a steady approach. Only when it was within a few feet of her did the noise stop. Lilian waited, too afraid to move. She could hear heavy breathing coming from the person in front of her, if it was a person. Tears of fear fell down her cheeks, mixing with the dust in the air. She waited and waited, but nothing happened. Suddenly, something cold and wet brushed by Lilian's left knee. Her leg flinched, almost causing her to fall to the dusty floor. She was crying now, fear and panic taking hold of her completely. What the hell did it want? As if in answer, Lilian felt the same cold, wet sensation, this time on the inside of her right thigh. She gasped as it went up and down her thigh, as if in some perverse carress. Lily made a grab between her legs for whatever was touching her; her fingers enclosed around a long, slick object, much like a stalk or a tentacle. As she did so, the thing in front of her moved forward, encircling her in several other similar masses. Lilian screamed, but one of the tentacle-like structures went inside her open mouth. Lilian tried to expell the foul thing, but in it stayed. It tasted rancid, and had a mushroom-like bulb at its tip. It started to move in and out of her mouth, squirming around her tongue. She felt bile rise from her stomach, but for some reason, she couldn't vomit. The other vines encircling her writhed, squeezing her body to the point of suffocation. Suddenly, most of the tentacles removed themselves; only those which ensnared her arms and legs remained. They pushed her up against the wall, with her feet barely touching the floor. Lilian suddenly felt the warm air of breathing on her neck. She heard a hissing sound, much like that of a snake. She struggled vainly as she heard the creature's mouth open, fearing an impending bite. All she felt was the sick sensation of a giant tongue licking her neck and face. She tried screaming again, but the writhing mass in her mouth prevented it. The other tentacled structures began to carress parts of her body. Three were rubbing themselves onto her legs, covering them with sickly slime. One of the foul things had gone down the front of her blouse and was squirming in between her breasts. Two were pressing against the sensitive mound between her legs, massaging it through her panties. She tried to ignore the filthy things, but , to her disgust, she began to enjoy the pleasure they were causing. She didn't want to, but her body began responding positively to the sensations wracking it. No, No, she thought as her hips bucked forwards to feel the vines' touch. Her nipples involuntarily became taut as the tentacle inside her blouse wrapped itself around her breast and squeezed. Her thighs felt warm, her stomach tingled, and she even found her lips were sucking at the vile organ in her mouth. What was happening to her? Lilian wanted to beg the creature to stop, to plead with it and make it let her go. She whimpered fearfully as she felt small, strong hands grasp her breasts through her sweat and slime drenched blouse. They squeezed her ripe breasts, releasing, only to apply pressure again. Lily felt them about to explode when the hands ripped the flimsy blouse off her besieged body to fondle her bare. She felt the hands lift up her breasts to its mouth, where its warm breath caused her bare nipples to harden even more. When the giant tongue licked at the sensitive aereoli, Lily moaned. She was not the only one aroused. She felt the tentacles of the creature stiffen, its bulbous tip enlarging like some disguisting carricature of a penis. The vine in her mouth began to thrust into the oraface harder, the soft, flexible construct now a rigid male organ. Another vine entered her mouth then, this one thrusting in while the other thrust out. The tentacles ensnaring her legs, which remained soft, began to spread them. Lily felt a twinge of panic, not wanting what was coming. Her hands began to strugle against their bonds, but they held. She was screaming through the vines in her mouth, praying for this molestation to end. One of the creatures hands touch her womanly core; she stopped screaming as a wave of pleasure rushed through her body. After several minutes of rubbing the area, the hand ripped off Lily's soaking underwear. Lilian whimpered, knowing what was to follow. She braced herself as one of the tentacles shot into her vagina, blazing a trail of intolerable pleasure with it. She cried out as an orgasm rocked her body. The tentacle thrust into and out of her body slickly, its wet slime providing its own lubricant. Lily's head rocked back and forth, unable to take the piercing sensations. She almost cried when two more of the tentacles entered her, causing wave after wave of orgasms. Lilian told herself to remain calm, as the creature had to become finished with her soon. She had lost her virginity over the summer to Tony Wilson, who came in less than a minute. But as more time passed, the creature's thrusts seemed only to grow more and more desperate. Lily had lost count of her own orgasms, yet the creature didn't even have one. She prayed desperately for it to stop, to come already. But it didn't. Its thrusts kept increasing in pace and force, making Lily delirious with pleasure. Hours seemed to pass, but the damn thing wouldn't stop. She felt desperate, wanting more than anything for the beast to stop. But it didn't, its pace increasing with each second. Lily felt that she'd go mad if it didn't stop soon. "Please," she wanted to say, "stop this. I can't take it! Please, I beg you, STOP! Just for a minute, five seconds, one, only please stop! It's too much, too much, TOO MUCH! Stop it, stop it, Stop It, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT, STOP IT!!!" But she could not speak these words, as three of the tentacles were thrusting in and out of her protesting mouth. She shut her eyes trying to escape into the safety of her mind, but all that was there was the hellish, unyielding pleasure caused by the beast's unending thrusts. II Jackie arrived at the Hellmund-Winchere School for Girls three hours early. The taxi she had taken dropped her off in front of the rusty steel gate which led into the school grounds. Jackie peered through the gate, taking in the view of the vast gardens and imposing building which made up the boarding school. Even though the plants in the gardens were bright green, the whole place had a sense of dreariness to it. The gray stone walls surrounding the school, as well as the grey school building itself, made the entire estate a sorry looking sight. Even the sky seemed gray. Jackie fixed the loose strands of her long blond hair and straightened her thin glasses, hoping to make a good impression with the students and faculty. She pushed the call button on the gate's intercom service, causing a loud buzzing sound. A thin, electric voice erupted from the intercom, asking for her name and purpose at being there. "Jaqueline Pierce, I'm a new student." Jackie heard a clanking sound coming from the gate, and the warm phrase of "Come in, deary," erupt from the intercom. The gate then opened mechanically, allowing Jackie and her suitcase to enter. She was met at the school's front entrance by Ealenore Savins, one of the school's administrative secretaries. Mrs. Savins was a pretty young brunette, who spoke with a slight British accent. She was extremely nice and helpful, showing Jackie around the school grounds before showing her to her room. Mrs. Savins told Jackie that she was to share a room with a girl named Elizabeth Hills, a daughter of some foreign dignitary. After a few minutes of conversation, the secretary took her leave, sighting work to be done elsewhere. Jackie unpacked the contents of her suitcase. The clothes she placed into the empty drawers of a cabinet near her bed, while her personal nick-nacks were piled on top of the writing desk assigned to her. The empty suitcase, along with her heavy wool overcoat, were placed into the closet. Jackie's room mate showed up several minutes later. She was a tall, strikingly attractive blond. Jackie thought, somewhat enviously, that the girl may have once starred in movies; she did have the face and figure for it. Elizabeth struck Jackie as a somewhat care-free soul. She had jumped onto her bed after the opening greetings, and easily struck up a conversation. Her manner put Jackie at ease, and she felt comfortable with the girl as though she were the closest friend Jackie had ever known. Jackie also noticed that Elizabeth's breasts were very large for her age. She could make each of them out perfectly as her room mate lay at ease on her bed, arms over her head, her tight red sweater accenuating each curve. Jackie suddenly became aware that she was staring at her room mate's chest; she turned her head and looked out the window, slightly embarrassed at her perverted mind. Two weeks passed in the school. Jackie fit in nicely with everyone, and she thoroughly enjoyed each of her classes. She had made friends with two students: Clarrissa from her science class and Joanne whom she met in the room next to hers. Clarrissa was a pretty brunette who wore her hair short, due to her swimming interests. Joanne was also an attractive girl, with long red hair and bright blue eyes. She was probably the horniest girl Jackie had ever met; her room was decorated with pictures of good-looking movie stars, most had comic balloons drawn onto them containing racy dialogue directed at Joanne. She bragged about all her boyfriends back in her home town of Pasadena, California, and how she was just using them for their bodies. No one ever takes her seriously, and there was a rumor that the girl was still a virgin. A strange question kept bothering Jackie. Why was everyone in the school so good looking? All the students, teachers, and staff were attractive, even the janitors were cute. It was like a boarding school for models here. But the people were nice to her, and that was all that counted. She put the quesion out of her mind, believing it to be nothing important. Stacy was alone in the garden. She was enjoying the afternoon, when Mrs. Antonia sauntered by and told her to fix the flower beds in quadrant C. Stacy had voulunteered to keep the flowers healthy until a replacement for the gardener who disappeared, Mr. Sims, could be found. She sighed and headed over to quadrant C, stopping by the tool shed to pick up some shears, gloves, and a spade. Stacy wondered why on earth she had voulunteered for flower duty, she absolutely detested gardening. The soil always stained her uniform and leggings, and the work always chipped her nails. Although Stacy hated her present situation, she didn't complain for fear that Mrs. Antonia might overhear. The quadrant C beds seemed fine to her, but the teacher had to have sent her here for some reason. Stacy bent down, resting her knees on the soft grass. She tied her long brown hair into a pony tail, and donned the large work gloves before working. Stacy checked the flowers, but each seemed alright. After much inspection, none seemed the least bit damaged. Why would that bitch Antonia send her here then? Her answer came when she spotted something green wiggling on one of the flowers' leaves. It was a large slug-like creature, about as long as Stacy's middle finger, with a knob-like head at one end. "Eew." Stacy picked up the slug in one gloved hand. It squirmed about between her fingers, a white fluid slowly oozing from a slit on its round head. The thing reminded Stacy of a small green penis. She laughed and said jokingly, "Dickbug." She flung the disgusting creature away, satisfied that nothing was wrong with the flowers. Before she could leave, she suddenly noticed several more of the slugs squirming around on the flowers. On closer inspection, she discovered that the flowers were covered in them. Stacy cursed, discovering the reason Antonia had sent her there. Pest cleanup. Not wanting to kill the poor things, Stacy looked around for something to place them in. She remembered that she had a plastic bag in her jacket pocket, leftovers from her sandwhich lunch. She took out the small plastic pouch and began to deposit the little creatures into it to be released later. After gathering the last one, she tied the opening of the bag into a knot and placed it into her pocket. She gathered the tools and stopped by the toolshed to return them. Stacy opened the shed's rusty door and turned on the single electric light. The door automatically reshut as she entered, creaking softly before banging loudly as the door hit the frame. She placed the tools exactly where she found them , not wanting to anger Mr. Sims if he ever came back. As she was about to leave, Stacy felt a tingling between her legs. It began as a mild itching, but began to intensify as the seconds passed. The sensations were like those of her fingers rubbing against her clitoris whenever she masturbated. Except there were no fingers here, and she felt a solid lump inside her, as if a small animal had crawled... "Shit!" Stacy reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the plastic bag. A large hole was ripped into it, and all the creatures had gone. Her panic was furthered when the rubbing in her private area increased in pressure. She tried to ignore the waves of pleasure which were running through her as she lifted up her skirt. Her entire abdomen was covered in the slugs, each sticking to her skin, covering it with slick, white slime. Stacy screamed and tried to pull off the foul things, but they held on, squirming against her flesh. The slug in her vagina began to crawl deeper into her, carving a trail of ecstasy with it. Stacy cried and ran to the door, hoping to get help. She pushed against it, but it stayed shut. Try all she might, her strength could not budge the door. Worse still, she felt the slugs climbing up her body. Stacy ripped open her blouse and saw that one of the slugs had crawled under her bra and was squirming on the underside of her breast. Three more were climbing up her belly, leaving a trail of white slime up her body. She tried again to pull them off, but on they stayed. Stacy screamed for help, but none came. She picked up a spade and tried to pry one of the creatures off, but this effort failed. She started to reach for the shears when she felt more of the slugs begin to enter her vagina. Stacy pulled up her skirt and peeked under her panties to see three slugs beginning their entrance. She tried to grasp at them in order to pull them out, but their bodies were too slippery. In they went, and she pushed her fingers inside herself in order to get them, but her wriggling fingers only added to her pleasure. "Get out you fucks!"she screamed. A scream of a different kind left her as her body became wracked in an orgasm. When it passed, she tried to ram the door open, but the thin tin door held. She cried aloud, and slumped to the ground in exasperation. Stacy furiously clawed at her mollusk oppressors, but her attacks failed to yield results. The slugs on her breasts began to rub her nipples , which ,to her disgust, hardened into two long peaks. Stacy ripped off her bra and desperately yanked at the perverse slugs encircling her breasts. They seemed to hold onto her tits, each tug on them lifting the breasts themselves. She screamed in anger and lifted one of the breasts to her mouth. She bit into one of the slugs, and to her surprise, it let go of her flesh. Unfortunately, it then squirmed into her mouth. Stacy tried to spit the foul tasting slug out, but it stayed inside rubbing against her tongue. She tried desperately to vomit, but nothing came out. Stacy whimpered slightly as another orgasm shook her body. The slugs inside her vagina squirmed happily, rubbing their bulbous heads into her most sensitive of areas. One had begun to massage her clitoris, softly at first, then harder and harder until an orgasm rocked Stacy once more. Stacy felt her strength beginning to wain; she was exhausted and the slugs were winning. Her body was covered in the slick, white fluid oozing out of their penis like heads; her clothes were caked in sweat and slime. The slug in her mouth began to poke its head out of her lips, while its tail end played with her tongue. If someone was there to see her, Stacy looked like she had a green penis sticking out of her mouth. A fountain of the white fluid flowed steadily from the slit at its mouth to cover her neck and chest. Horror at Hellmund-Winchere Ch. 1 What did the damn things want? To rape her? That was impossible, they were just bugs! Yet here they were, in all sense of the word, fucking her. Stacy tried standing again, but her legs felt weak. The slugs in her vagina began to spin around, their motions causing her hips to spasm in pleasure. Several more orgasms flowed through her body, she unable to stop it. Stacy's eyes filled with tears as she knew she was beaten. The bugs had won, and she was their prize. She nearly screamed when she saw countless more green forms crawling towards her from under the frame of the shed. III Jackie met Mrs. Antonia while emerging from the showers. The older woman was incredibly beautiful: long, shiny black hair, gorgeous green eyes, and a movie-star face. She wore a classy black suit, and her long shapely legs were clad in black stockings. Her full, pink lips smiled slightly, as if in a small sneer. Jackie felt somewhat weird being in her grand prescence, dripping wet from the recent bath and wearing nothing but a towel. "Well, well," said Mrs. Antonia, "You must be Ms. Jaqueline Pierce, the new student." Jackie nodded dumbly in answer. The teacher held out her elegant hand, and Jackie cautiously shook it. The woman's touch was smooth and warm, the grip strong yet soft. Mrs. Antonia's eyes locked onto her own, and Jackie found herself averting her eyes from those fierce green orbs. "I do hope you are enjoying your time here, Ms. Pierce." Mrs. Antonia's thumb began to rub teasingly against Jackie's knuckles, causing a slight tingle to travel slowly down her arm. She blushed and retracted her hand from the teacher's firm handshake. Mrs. Antonia's smile broadened, and said, "Well, I think we shall see more of each other again very soon. Goodbye Ms. Pierce. Till next time." The older woman turned around and walked luxiouriously out of the bathrooms, her elegant form disappearing behind the exit door. Jackie was left alone, shaking slightly. Two nights later, Jackie found herself unable to sleep. She was alone in her dormitory room, since Elizabeth was spending the weekend visiting her family. It was unbearably hot; even though she wore nothing but a thin silk nightgown, sweat caked her body. No matter how hard she tried, Jackie could not fall asleep. After what seemed like hours, Jackie turned on her bedside lamp and gave up the attempt to sleep. She stepped out of bed and began to pace around the room, hoping to tire herself to sleep. This soon began to bore her, and without knowing it, she began to snoop around Elizabeth's things. At first Jackie merely looked at a few photos on Elizabeth's nightstand. Then she began to go through Liz's desk drawers. Finding nothing interesting there, Jackie looked through her room mate's dresser drawers. After some minutes of searching through Elizabeth's expensive clothing, Jackie came upon a strange item in her underware drawer. It was long, black and smooth; only after a few minutes did Jackie recognize what it was. She burst out into a fit of stiffled laughter, as she held Elizabeth's sex toy in her hand. "My, my," she said to herself ", I'll never look at Lizzie the same way again." As Jackie began to put the rediculous thing back in its place with Liz's underware, a rush of desire affected her. The dildo felt warm and smooth in her hands. Jackie ran her palms curiously up and down the shaft. She suddenly wondered how many times Elizabeth had used it to pleasure herself. Did she rub its tip along her legs, did she place it snuggly between her massive breasts, did she go all the way and fuck it? Jackie's breasts and loins ached to know. She held the sex toy closer to her face. Its smooth, rubbery texture carressed her cheeks, eyelids, and lips. She held it underneathe her nostrils and inhaled. Is that soft, salty aroma Elizabeth? Without even knowing it, her tongue emerged from between her lips and ran itself along its long length. The dildo tasted of rubber, and something else, something.... spicy. Is that how Liz tastes? Jackie moaned and took the whole length of the toy into her mouth. Her lips sucked hungrilly at the rubber lover; her tongue caressed its tip. Her hands left the dildo in her mouth and went down to strip off her sweat-soaked nightgown. It traveled slowly down her body, the silk caressing her skin as it fell. Jackie, now naked, jumped into Elizabeth's bed. She threw off the heavy blanket, and lay herself onto Liz's silk sheets. Jackie rested her head on the soft pillows, and wondered if Liz's breasts were this soft. She removed the black sex toy from her mouth and ran its wet tip down her neck and across her body. Her nipples hardened as the dildo passed the valley between her breasts; the toy continued southwards, across her belly, past the forest of pubic hair, and down her soft thighs. Her body tingled from the caress. A cool breeze suddenly blew across Jackie's nude body like a cold, giant tongue. She realized then that her window was open, and with the light on anybody outside could see what she was doing. Frankly, she didn't care. Let whoever wants to watch, what did it matter as long as she made love to this wonderful tool which Elizabeth had made love to. The prospect of a peeping tom also exited her, making the ache in her loins even greater. Jackie couldn't take it anymore. Slowly, she rubbed the tip of the sex toy against the lips of her labia; the tiny pleasurable sensations it caused raced up and down her body. Jackie clenched her teeth and gripped the tool with both hands. she spread her legs and slowly inserted the long shaft into her dripping vagina, relishing the ecstasy erupting from between her legs. She pushed it inside her, slowly, further and further, until it wouldn't go in any more. An orgasm exploded within her when the dildo became fully inserted. Jackie whimpered softly as the waves of the orgasm rocked her body. Still hungry for more, Jackie turned over in the bed and raised herself on her hands and knees. With her right hand, she reached beneathe herself and grabbed the part of the shaft protruding from her vagina. She began to move the toy in and out of herelf while her left hand stroked her breasts. She buried her face into Elizabeth's soft pillows and smelled the sent of her room mate's hair. Jackie's hips began to move along with the rythm of the dildo. The black pole moved effortlessly through her drenched hole, causing a slight squelch each time it pulled out. Jackie moved it slowly at first, allowing her orgasm to build up. In time, the toy began to move like a piston, slashing into and out of Jackie's opening like a dagger. Each stab brought Jackie closer to her goal. Her left hand rubbed hard at her breasts, each finger squeezing a taut nipple. Jackie moaned against the pillow, their softness masking her cries of pleasure. She was close, so close. Her right hand moved the black dildo mercillessly into herself. The squelching noise was louder now, and sounded off everytime the rubber tool pulled out. Her labia was foamy, and drops of her love juices began to stain the silk bedsheets. Jackie bit into the pillow as the waves of pleasure began to mount, almost.... almost.... "Oh god!" A powerful orgasm erupted inside her, causing her vaginal muscles to spasm and spit out Elizabeth's sex toy. Jackie falls exhaustedly onto the bed, more sweat soaked than before. She writhes on top of the sheets for two full delirious minutes before the orgasm passes and finally ends. She falls asleep on her room mate's bed, covered in sweat and vaginal secretions. The dildo lays on the floor at the foot of the bed where it landed, creating a dark stain on the otherwise clean carpet. Jackie had a hell of a time cleaning up the next morning. First, she cleaned the black dildo, washing it in warm water from her small wash basin. She returned it to Elizabeth's underwear drawer, a chill of guilt running down her spine. Liz's bedsheets had to be replaced; Jackie's bodily secretions had soaked right through them and onto the mattress. The sheets were shoved in the laundry shute and replaced with new ones. Lastly, to her disgust, she had to scrub the stain off the carpet. It took a long time to clean, since the fluid had soaked into the fabric. Even when her work was done, there was still a very visible stain. Jackie sighed. "Fuck it." She needed a bath. Mr. Green squeezed Sheila's left breast tighter as she began to suck harder on his cock. The slurping sounds coming from her mouth echoed around the empty class room. No one was left in the chemistry class except for the instructor, seated at his chair, and his young student, bent over the armrest with her face in his lap. Mr. Green's grunts became louder as Sheila increased the pace. Her head began to bob up and down faster as her mouth and tongue worked their magic on his weakening member. Mr. Green's right hand grabbed her hair, forcing Sheila to slow down, while his other hand left her tender breasts to lift her skirt. His fingers grasped her buttocks before slipping lower. Sheila moaned involuntarily as a finger entered her. Green began to move her head faster, signalling his imminent orgasm. Sheila sucked even harder, her tongue moving like a serpent; she just wanted this ordeal to end already. As Green neared, he began to thrust his fingers deeper into her. Sheila cursed her body's weakness as waves of pleasure began to emanate from her womb; she didn't want to come. Suddenly, Green let out a soft squeal, and hot, foul tasting liquid flooded Sheila's mouth. She was sure to swallow every drop, just like the old bastard liked it. As he came, Green gently pinched Sheila's clitoris, causing the girl to orgasm. She moaned, and tried not to bite down on the shrinking dick still in her mouth. "Did you come?" asked Mr. Green. Sheila nodded. "So it's settled?" Her mouth felt dry and sticky. "I'm getting an A, right?" "Sure, hon. That's our deal. See you next time." Sheila took that as her que and got up. She smoothed her skirt before leaving the classroom. She quickly headed for the student bathroom and its sinks. Once inside, she ran towards the white porcelein sink and spit savagely into it. A thick string of saliva and semen hung out of her mouth. Sheila turned on the faucet and watched the water wash away the white liquid. After all the spit and come had gone down the drain, she took a handful of cool water into her mouth to rinse it out. She spat savagely and began to wash her face. She felt soiled and broken.She hated this place. "Do you now?" The voice startled Shiela out of her thoughts. She whirled around, water from the sink splashing everywhere. Leaning on one of the stalls was the tall lithe form of Mrs. Antonia. Sheila suppressed a frightened shriek and tried to back away from the teacher, but her escape behind was blocked by the rows of sinks. "Is it the school's fault that you can't pass chemistry? Is it the school who told you to go suck off your teacher's dick to get a good grade? Well?" Sheila was frozen in absolute terror. Tears welled in her eyes as the teacher's bright green eyes burned into hers. She tried to speak, but was unable to get the words out. Mrs. Antonia crossed her arms and smiled. "Do I have to discipline you again, my dear? Because if I do, then I assure you, our second session won't be as pleasant as our first." Sheila was crying now. She slid down to the floor racked in hysterrical sobs. The teacher licked her pink lips and uncrossed her arms. Her black clad form took a step closer towards the frightened girl. Sheila backed away in panic, attempting to find refuge under the row of sinks. She was whimpering pathetically now, her mind a cloud of absolute fear at the terror to come. The memory of her first "discipline session" with the teacher was still fresh in her mind; she did not wish to relive it. Mrs. Antonia kneeled next to the quiverring form. She smiled at the crying girl and reached out towards the teary face. Sheila flinched as if expecting a blow, but all the teacher's delicate hand did was carress the short red hair framing her face. "P-please ma'am," Sheila said at last between whimpers, "I didn't mean it, I'm so sorry, please, please, please don't hurt me!" The teacher's smile turned predatory, showing the white teeth, which were almost as white as the porcelein sinks. Her green eyes traveled slowly along the girl's helpless form sprawled under the sinks. "Are you telling me what to do, Sheila? Huh? Is that what you're doing?" "No! NO! Please! I wasn't," she shrieked when the teacher's hand dropped to touch her left thigh. "Please, Mrs. Antonia, please, no! I'll do anything you want, but not this! Please, don't do this, not again, I'm begging you, please, please Please!" Mrs. Antonia's delicate yet strong hand moved roughly up and down the inside of Sheila's left thigh. "You are such a slut, Sheila. You do know that don't you? You send out all the signals to everybody, getting them all hot and bothered. You walk around, tits and ass hanging out, waiting to get fucked. I think you need another lesson." Her voice took on the dangerous deepening quality Sheila knew too well. She tried to break away and run, but the teacher's other hand grasped her hair in its iron grip. "Where the fuck do you think you're going, huh?" Sheila tried to scream, but her voice wouldn't respond. She was too frightened to move now, knowing it was too late, that the woman was going to do to her what she did before. She would be powerless against the teacher's inhuman assault, and her only hope of avoiding the prolonged torment was to faint as she did before. "Oh, no! Don't even think of blacking out again you little bitch!" Her voice grew more menacing, her eyes seemed to burn in green fury. "If you do, I'll rip out your insides through that wet little cunt of yours!" The teacher's hand plunged into the inner folds of her skirt, the fingers seeking her vulnerable clitoris. When they found the sensitive little nub, she squeezed it painfully between forefinger and thumb. Sheila screamed in pain until Mrs. Antonia relaxed her grip. "Please..." she whimpered, desperately hoping that her pleas would save her from this demon's wrath. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'msorry, Imsorry, ImsorryImsorryImsorry..." A malicious chuckle burst forth from Mrs. Antonia's lovely throat. "Oh, you're gonna be a lot sorrier by the time I'm done with you, you little cunt." Her face drew closer to the frightened girl's ear as she whispered, "Remember last time, huh, darling? Remember how you screamed and begged and cried? Well, what I'm gonna do to you now will make that seem like a finger fuck. You're gonna wish you were dead." With those words, Mrs. Antonia dragged the screaming hysterical girl out from under the sink. Sheila struggled and thrashed about wildly, but all was futile. The beautiful teacher gripped her with inhuman strength, dragging her over to the far side of the bathroom wall where a door not there previously had suddenly appeared. She yanked the door open and threw the screaming girl into the darkness beyond. "This is for your own good, Sheila." She smiled and then entered the dark and shut the door. Moments later the portal vanished into the whiteness of the linoleum wall. IV "Did any of you guys see Sheila?" "No. I haven't seen her for a while." Jackie watched as Elizabeth's perfect form went from the door and casually sat down on her bed. It had been a full day since Liz had come back, but Jackie was still worried that her roommate would notice the different bedclothes, or worse, the dark stain at the foot of her bed. "I haven't seen her, either," said Clarrissa. She and Joanne were working together with Jackie on an economics report. All three wanted desperately for something to break the tedium of their work. Thankfully, the subject of the missing Sheila would do just fine. "Why, what's up?" asked Joanne. Elizabeth sighed. "Oh, nothing. I was just supposed to meet her this morning to work on our joint chemistry paper, but she didn't show up. I asked around for her, but she seems to have dissappeared." She made herself more comfortable on the bed by lying down on her side; this position gave Jackie, who was seated near the bed on the writing table, an excellent view of Liz's ample bosom which she peeked through the open top buttons of her roommate's blouse. Jackie quickly averted her gaze, and had to fight with all her strength not to look again. "Hey, come to think of it, Harriet Carter's gone too," said Joanne. "A lot of people have dissappeared lately," added Clarrissa. "Lilian from my Biology class, Janette Yi from two doors down, that creepy gardener..." "You're right," said Elizabeth, "and Stacy Miller is missing, too." Silence followed as the four young women digested the information. "What about you, Jackie?" asked Joanne suddenly. "Did you notice anyone missing, lately?" "W-wwhat?" Jackie had been staring at Elizabeth's cleavage and hadn't been listening that closely. "No, no. I didn't, um, notice anything." Her face turned bright red from embarrassment; thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed. "Well, whatever's going on, we should keep our eyes open. Agreed?" Everyone nodded at Clarrissa's suggestion. Two days passed, and Clarrissa was alone in the locker room of the gymnasium. It was about ten in the evening, and she was alone in the building. Clarrissa was changing out of her uniform and into her bathing suit to practice some laps in the pool. As a rule, she prefferred to swim alone, and was granted permission to practice after the pool's usual hours. She had just removed her bra when she heard a noise behind her. She whirled around at the sound, her hands and arms flipping up to cover her naked flesh. There was nothing but lockers behind her in the dimly lit room. "Hello?" Her voice was scratchy from fear, an emotion she rarely felt. Clarrissa wrapped a towel around herself before looking around the locker room. It came to her attention that although the gymnasium was the newest structure in the school, built less than fifteen years ago, it still looked and felt old and dreary. After her search turned nothing up, Clarrissa continued to change her clothing. As she pulled down her skirt, she had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. Clarrissa quickly abandoned the thought, knowing that such a feeling was unfounded and just the result of fear. She quickly stripped off her underwear and donned a tight black bathing suit. The one-piece fit her thin, athletic body like a second skin; in fact, many would have thought her not wearing anything at all. The material clung to every curve tightly; her nipples and pubic mound were very visible. Clarrissa performed some brisk warmup excercises before exiting the locker room. As she entered the pool area, the same nagging suspicion that she was being watched reemerged. She stood at the edge of the indoor Olympic-sized pool and looked around the area. Since it was afterhours, the pool was dark except for a few warning lights in the water and exit doors. Clarrissa saw nothing suspicious at all four corners of the room, yet the feeling still pestered her. Someone else was here and watching her. She scratched at her short hair, agitated at herself. It was nonsense to be feeling such things; she had swum her laps dozens of times afterhours before. It was perfectly safe. So, why would she be aftaid now? Clarrissa took another cursory glance around the pool. No one else was here. Feeling shaken but indignant at finishing her practice laps, she let out a long breath before stepping into the water. The liquid was pleasantly warm as she dipped her foot in. Feeling comforted by the warmth, Clarrissa climbed into the pool using one of the metal side ladders. As the warm water enveloped her body, all the fears she had before vanished and she began to swim her laps. Horror at Hellmund-Winchere Ch. 1 Stroke, stroke, stroke. Clarrissa's slim form moved through the water like it was second nature. Stroke, stroke, stroke. With each stroke of her arms, and every thrust of her legs, the water felt warmer and warmer against her body. Stroke, stroke, stroke. The water seemed to be gliding over her skin as she moved through it. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Clarrissa tapped the side of the pool with her hand. She turned about to swim back and finish the second half of the lap. Stroke, stroke, stroke. The water was so warm now. It moved across her skin like a caress; she felt its touch all over her body; the flesh of her arms, her legs, her breasts, tingled. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She stopped her swim in the middle of the pool. The nagging sensation was back: she was not alone. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Clarrissa floated in a panic. No one was in the pool with her, yet her instincts insisted that someone else was here and very close. She was not alone. Stroke, stroke, stroke. The water was moving. Clarrissa could not see its movement, but she felt it. The water beneathe the surface of the pool was flowing against her body, like a current would in the ocean. Yet, unlike an ocean current, the movement seemed selective. She felt the flow of water only against certain areas of her body; it moved between her thighs, up her backside, and across her chest. How could this happen? she thought. The longer she floated there motionless, the stronger the current felt. The pressure against her thighs and breasts increased; what was once a light flow of water now felt like a lewd grope. Clarrissa shrieked and tried to swim to the side of the pool. But try as she might, the water seemed to be resisting her movements. She splashed about in the water despereately, but she came no closer to the edge. The water seemed intent on her staying. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She screamed for help, knowing deep down that it was useless; it was past normal pool hours and no one would be around until morning. As she continued her struggle, Clarrissa felt a teasing pressure between her legs. Stroke, stroke, stroke. "No!" she screamed. "Stop it you motherfucker!" At any other time, Clarrissa would have laughed at herself for talking to water in such a manner; but this was an unusual circumstance. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She felt something clutch her right breast. Looking down at her chest, she saw nothing but water, although the gland did look constricted as if an invisible hand were cupping it. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Clarrissa felt the water's warmth everywhere now, even through her suit. It felt like tiny lips all over her body, each one sucking a tiny patch of her skin. She felt a particularly warm sensation on her right nipple, causing the organ to swell into a hard little peak against her bathing suit. "Stop it!" Stroke, stroke, stroke. The warmth on her nipple intensified as a small tiny current seemed to flick at it; Clarrissa saw the little bud slowly waggle back and forth, back and forth, as if being licked by the tip of an invisible tongue. Waves of stinging pleasure emanated from the breast, causing her stomache muscles to spasm. Her arms and legs continued to fight the water's grip, but her strength was waining and she knew that she could not keep up the vain struggle. Stroke, stroke, stroke. As the unseen tongue plagued her breast, a steady rubbing pressure began in the sensitive area between her legs. Clarrissa furiously kicked out at her opponent, but to no avail. With the last of her energy gone, she gave up all hopes of escape and kept still, utterly exhausted. She began to sink. Stroke, stroke, stroke. The water beneathe pushed her up slightly, so that her head remained above the surface. The rest of her body however remained below, to be plagued by the water's warm touch. Stroke, stroke, stroke. The warm liquid moving against her genitals increased its strength, causing Clarrissa to gasp. Each stroke brought her closer to orgasm, a prospect she did not want. She attempted to thwart it by shutting her legs, but that only intensified the sensation and she climaxed suddenly. "No!" she said between deep breaths as the spasms of her orgasm rolled and subsided. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Clarrissa suddenly screamed in outrage and ecstasy as she felt the warm liquid flow swiftly into her vagina. The water penetrated every nook inside her, and pressed against all the sensitive areas simultaneously. Fire seemed to have engulfed her lower abdomen as the water filled her to the brink. "Oh, god!" she screamed as a massive orgasm rocked her body. It began between her legs, quickly shooting outwards to her hands and feet before settling like a thick cloud in her head. Stroke, stroke, stroke. Tears streamed down Clarrissa's cheeks as she mumbled incoherently. While in the throes of her passion, she had managed to free her breasts of the bathing suit; the two orbs were clenched within her own hands. She squeezed each savagely, lost in the delirious sensations wracking her body. The water was as hot as body temperature now. It slowly flowed in and out of her unresisting cleft; Clarrissa invouluntarily spread her legs wider to give the liquid more access. Her hips rocked back and forth, trying to match the rhythm of the water which was now swimming through her. Stroke, stroke, stroke. V Serenson arrived outside the gates of the Hellmund-Winchere School for Girls around midnight. Through the veil of darkness, he could sense the powerful evil within the confines of the school. It pulsed like a heartbeat; the waves of malevolence washed thickly outwards from the area. "Sims, where are you?" he whispered under his breath. Sending out his powerful senses, he searched for his missing minion. After a few seconds, he ceased his search. He could not detect Sims anywhere on the property; either he was gone, or he was dead. Serenson placed his small hands on the steel fence. He quickly withdrew it as he felt a bolt of pain shoot into him from the metal. It was worse than he thought; the demon had stained every part of the school. The property was diseased, fouled by the evil force's perversions. A small smirk formed on his thin lips. This would be more difficult than he thought. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon, his slight form turned into a non-congruous shadow and he passed through the barricade of the fence. The shadow then blended into the darkness of the night, and flowed towards the school.