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Creature

By: magiconnecticut



I had come to the club directly from work, and was dressed a bit nattier than I usually would have been on any other day. I had come to sip a few vodka martinis and watch the people, as they made their little plays for one another. It always made me smile to watch the "dating dance" on Friday and Saturday nights. It was pretty amusing, really. But this was the first time I had seen this particular trio of lovely ladies who sauntered in tonight. They immediately gave me the impression that they were looking for someone or something specific, and that they would leave if they didn't find it...whatever it, he or she was. They certainly weren't the "normal" type girlfriends out for a little excitement after work. It almost seemed to me that this WAS their work. They were serious about this quest.

I watched them for a while after they sat at an empty table and scanned the room. They quietly sipped their drinks, and were approached by more than a few men and women throughout the early evening, but all were dismissed. They weren't nasty in their dismissals, but there was no doubt that a dismissal had been issued.

They were all totally attractive -- each in their own way. Two of them - the blondes - were shorter...perhaps around 5'2 and 110 lbs and looked like sisters. The redhead was maybe 5'10 and 130. They were sexy, without overstating it. Even the clothes they wore seemed to be the perfect understatement, and certainly helped complete the entire package.

I just couldn't figure them out. So I stopped trying. Smiling toward them briefly, I turned away to concentrate on my Grey Goose.

Perhaps that was the key that unlocked their door, because no sooner had I disregarded them, I was suddenly surrounded by them.

The tall girl spoke.

"I'm Michelle. This is Annette and her sister Corinne." I was, of course, pleased to meet them and I told them so -- offering my name in return.

"May we ask something of you?" Of course they could.

'We are in need of a man who is not afraid to try new things, and we have all judged you to be such a man." I was indeed.

"Do you like adventure?"

As she spoke, I was aware that there was something...I don't know...compelling might be the right word, in her voice. Not like hypnotism or anything, but there was definitely an odd lilt to her words. It was almost as though she had the ability to read my thoughts. When I spoke, it felt as though my words were an echo that she had already heard. 

I told them I was interested, and that they had indeed chosen the right guy for whatever adventures they had in mind. I knew what I had in mind, and it involved skin to skin contact with each of them. And mouth to skin, and and and.

"Then we should be going now, because we have much to accomplish tonight." 

Annette and Corinne had not yet spoken, but they were both smiling as I got up from my seat and we headed for the door in masse.

I headed for my car, and Michelle told me that they would prefer to walk. I asked our destination, and she simply smiled and hooked her arm in mine to lead the way. We headed toward the hotel district and eventually entered the lobby of the Marriott. We took the elevator to the 15th floor and at room 1569, Michelle unlocked the door, ushering us inside.

The two blondes still had not spoken, but they each radiated lust and sex in their small, perfect frames as they passed by either side of me.

The room was opulently furnished -- more so than I would have figured for a Marriott in this town. I mentioned this, and Michelle told me that the suite had been furnished to their explicit specifications prior to their arrival. Now THAT was interesting. She explained that they had come into some money and they expected the best when they traveled. I told her that I thought they had exquisite taste. They really did. The suite was gorgeous.

I turned toward the bedroom, and I was met by the sisters, who had somehow changed into ivory and peach teddys in the few moments that I had been appreciating the main room. They were sitting at the edge of a massive canopied bed, and it was now Annette and Corinne that I was appreciating. When I turned back to Michelle, she too was wearing satiny lingerie that barely covered her sex and accentuated her long, lovely legs. How she managed to change so quickly was beyond me, but at that moment, I didn't care. I was having issues keeping my cock from tearing its way through my pants.

The girls surrounded me and I felt 6 hands and 30 fingers as they melted the clothes from my body. All those delicate hands and fingers were aided by silky hair, hot tongues and soft lips as my body was caressed a thousand different ways. I was transported to a place that was not of this earth in those minutes...or was it hours...that I experienced their gentle onslaught.

They ushered me toward the bed and I found myself lying down on soft cushions as the girls continued their intense sexual attack on my body.

Their natural perfume was intoxicating. Not unlike a powerful aphrodisiac, I fell victim to their scent and closed my eyes, drinking the flavour in the air.

I'm unsure how it happened, but I soon found myself attached to silken ropes at wrist and ankle. And then I felt two sets of lips as they attached to each side of my shaft. Alternately the sisters would move up and down with occasional licks at the tip of my now glistening cock. As I was straining not to cum, and shoot my seed into the air, my mouth was met by a wet and ready pussy. Michelle had backed up to me from above my head and lowered herself onto my mouth, covering me with her secretions from nose to chin as she moved back and forth across my face. Her pussy was amazing as it seemed to move of its own accord across my lips and tongue. I felt her start to moan as she moved quicker and quicker. I could sense her powerful orgasm as it started deep in her belly and surged down past her cervix through her vaginal walls and pulsed her clitoris. The flood of her cum shot out of her and I swallowed everything, since she had clamped her nether mouth onto mine.

I was crazy close to orgasm, but something stopped it from happening just at the brink.

It was then, that I heard Michelle...not with my ears, but inside my head.

*We are not ready for your seed*

*We are in need of more from you, and you will allow us to take what we need*

*We are not finished*

And then it was Annette...or possibly Corinne that took Michelle's place on my face. Someone's fingers played my cock like a flute as this sister rocked herself towards the same intense orgasm as Michelle had experienced. She, too, clamped her pussy against my mouth as she came and shot her orgasm down my throat. She disengaged and the other sister took her place. I licked, nibbled and warbled her cunt until she gave me her flow, which shot out of her like a hose under pressure.

All this time, I was a breath away from my own orgasm, but they had stopped it, prolonged the build up, prevented the release. I didn't know how, but I knew it was real. And I had been blinded somehow. It was internal, it was maddening.

*We will ride you now*

And I felt my cock slide into a wet and wanton pussy. I wanted nothing more than to shoot my load deep inside this creature, but as hard as I tried, it would not come. She pistoned up and down until I felt her unload on my groin, and then a tighter pussy took over, riding up and down until she spasmed her juice to mingle with the first. The third pussy was the tightest, and made me want to cum even more, but as much as I needed to, I was blocked. The tight pussy fucked me in a blur until it washed me with cum. Then 3 tongues gathered the fluids and one by one, deposited the juice into my mouth.

I wanted to cum, but all that I was to them was a rock hard cock, to play with until they were done with me.

Once again, a pussy mounted my face as I felt a hand hold my shaft and direct it into one of their waiting assholes. As I grunted and delved into the velvet tightness, another orgasm shook its flesh, and with her flood of cum, I felt a warm spray begin and to flow across my stomach and up toward my chest. The creature was pissing as she fucked the cock in her ass. As she fucked me and pissed on me, another one straddled my chest and then all three were pissing on me. Hot urine bathed my face, my chest and my groin and soon, two more releases of orgasm washed over me.

The one who was impaled on my cock lifted up and sat immediately down so my cock slid into her pussy.

*We will take your seed now*

And I felt my cum surge through my shaft into the cunt that rode it. But my balls continued to pump as the first one left and another took her place. Still I pumped and pumped my viscous cum into these creatures as the third took her share.

At last the surge released me and I began to see once again.

The creatures were gone and the ropes slowly dissolved, freeing me from the pleasure prison that I had become for them. I stood and looked around at a room that was average, at best. None of the opulence remained. Nothing but a plain room.

I showered and put on my clothes to once again return to the life that I had known before this day. But as I walked towards my car, I heard her once again.

*We will return for you again in time*

*We carry your child*

*She will be fed*

Creature



The smell is the first thing you notice. The soft, slightly sweet smell of incense bruising the air, hinting at spice and wood and unnamed unguents. But there is something else more familiar and you strain your eyes through the gloom beyond the door to try and see. I am waiting for you.

I have lit only candles. I don't want you to be familiar with the room. I don't want you to see everything here. Just now, I don't want you to see anything at all. As you step further into the room I tell you to stop. You try to look round.

"Stay where you are." I command, "Close your eyes." Your shoulders tense and you look down, closing your eyes, doing as you are told. You will have to trust me. You are already feeling nervous and a little afraid. You can sense me as I come to you and your breathing becomes shallower. I like the way your head is bowed and your arms are loose by your sides. You jump slightly as I touch your back, which is satisfying but I need you to be a little calmer than that. I spread my fingers out, running them down your spine, pushing the nails inwards. You can feel them dig into the skin through your clothing and you steady yourself against them. Good.

I stretch out my hand on your shoulders, enjoying the feel of your neck muscles. You can feel my warm breath on your face now. You swallow. You want to look. I push my hand up into your hair, holding it tightly, taking pleasure in your intake of breath. You feel how it pulls. I force your face down into the thing I have in my other hand.

There is a sudden small panic of brief suffocation and, as you breath in, the nature of that other familiar scent becomes clear. Latex. That slightly chocolate pungence. Perhaps a little bitter, a natural aromatic - and your body reacts. It reacts the way it has always done to the smell and the cold, smooth, thick, elastic skin. You can feel your cock swell.

" Stay still", I say, "Keep your eyes closed." I offer up the object and you nuzzle into it as I reach down between your legs to feel the growing bulge. You automatically move your hips forward.

"I said stay still". You stand up straighter, eager to show me you will comply. I take the latex object and unzip it. It is a hood. You start to tremble in delicious anticipation when you realise and I fit it over your head and zip up the back, making sure it is snug and that you can breath adequately from the nose as I zip up the eyes and mouth. You can smell it. You can taste it. It caresses your skin with its fragrance and with its sticky, oily substance. Since childhood this has been your fantasy. The delight that accompanied your first sticky fumblings into adulthood and beyond. The shame that you tried to hide, strike out of your life so many times but which has always returned with renewed sweetness, reminding you of the exaltation of sex. 

I take your hand and lead you further into the room. You can feel my fingers loosen the belt of your jeans, undo, unzip, pull down, undress.. Your erection is now straining against the material of your pants. Its almost uncomfortable in its confinement and it amuses me briefly to see Calvin Kleins so tortured. I help them off and down. Naked from the waist down, I now strip you completely, pulling your T shirt off and over your head.

You are my creature now, standing in the middle of the half light of my room, waiting. You are hot, aware of your arousal, slightly humiliated by the ease of this excitement, made vulnerable by your nakedness and cut off from sensation by the pungent confinement of the hood. You can feel your heart rate quicken and anticipation floods your mouth with saliva like the expectation in hunger of a favourite meal. Except you have absolutely no idea what is going to happen next.

I leave you standing there for a moment and admire you. The mask cuts off your identity but this makes you my special thing. Something only I am allowed to know. I can see your chest move with the slight panic that you are controlling. Your shoulders are tense but your arms loose. Your legs slightly parted, nicely shaped and muscular. And the most vivid thing about you... your cock is huge and hard, almost a separate living creature that makes an obvious demand, despite your submission.

"Fucking slut! Look at you, stood there with your cock like that, like you're a little girl with your pussy all wet .. I can smell you, whore!" You hear me and hang your head, you can feel the blush of embarrassment prickle across your skin momentarily. You want to say something emolliating, apologetic, pacifying. But even if you could speak through the hood you know that the words would not come because I have control over everything, even your tongue.

"You know what happens to sluts, don't you?" You nod your head, even though you have no clue. The panic is rising further and it is becoming harder to breathe. You try and calm yourself but you know it is exciting you further. I touch your hand, gently lead you forward, towards ....

"Bend Over," I say, "Bring your hands down." You tip forward feeling with your fingers and encounter the soft leather top of a bench. You lean over it, your chest on the top, your bare arse raised for my inspection. You feel me caress each peachy cheek gently with my finger tips and then harder with my nails, inscribing happy red trails as you shiver slightly, exhilarated.

I raise my arm back quite high. At the first hard slap on your arse your whole body jumps forward and I hear your muffled yelp through the secure enclosure of the hood. I can hear your breathing. You steady yourself. I hit you again. A groan. Again.

I spank your beautiful bottom, your tight little arse, until your legs shake and each cheek is a glowing fiery red and my hand stings abominably. You are gripping the bench hard and rocking slightly, moaning continually. I unzip the mouth on the hood and hear your grateful gasp for air.

"Tart! Slut! You enjoyed that!" From behind I push my fingers between your legs, hard, keeping my thumb on your puckered little anus. I begin to finger you, just below your balls, massaging your prostate with each firm thrust. You feel the sensation shudder through you as I slide my thumb inside you, bringing my other hand down onto the small of your back, possessing your arse completely. I can hear you whimpering. 

"Bitch! Whore!"

"Sorry, please, sorry.." You are glad you can breathe through your mouth now, the throbbing of your cock, that deep, profound sensation under my fingers and the spiteful glow of your arse are confusing, mind numbing, liberating.

"I didn't say you could speak, slut!" You almost make the mistake of apologising again but cut off the words in a gulp as I release you. You wait, your mind floating a little and accepting your fate.

I choose my weapon. All you hear is the swish of the cane as I bring it down in one luscious stripe after another across your already burning backside. 

Or you would hear if you could control your response. You don't know where to be. You have no head space that sets a precedent for this, for a thing so torturous that it becomes sweet and peaceful, even as the wheals blossom on your skin tracing the spiteful marks of pain, they are just kisses that have touched a profound passion and you need release.

I see the marks. I can hear your groans and occasional cries of pain. But I can feel the stillness at your centre. I put down the cane and stroke your back, your legs and your arse. They have cruelty engraved on them and I kiss them. I can smell you, warm, horny, freshly spanked and caned. You are breathing heavily but you are no longer afraid. You are enraptured.

"Stay where you are." I say. You don't look as if you have any intention of moving and I bring over leg spreaders, attaching the buckles at the end of the bar to each ankle, forcing your legs wide apart as you bend over the bench. Your back is stretched and arched by this manoeuvre, your weight forced on to your shoulders. Your arse is mine, thrust up and out. I reach between your legs again and feel your balls, letting my nails bite. They are hard and you swallow noisily. You need reminding and I go and fetch another toy.

"What happens to horny little sluts?"

"I Don't know." You mumble. You feel elated and need the comfort of an embrace and the deep ache inside you, more immediately, needs that rather more visceral moment of release. You can feel my hands begin to massage your buttocks, drawing out some of the heat, making you wince a little where my rattan has bitten deeply.

Suddenly the zip at the back of the hood is being released. You find relief is mixed with disappointment as I slide the hood off. The perspiration has gathered and now falls from your forehead on to the leather of the bench in a steady drip, drip, drip. Your hair is soaked, clinging to your scalp and the nape of your neck and you can feel the coolness as it dries, making you a little light headed. You open your eyes cautiously. The sweat stings.

You cant see me in the gloom but you soon realise where I am.

I part your arse cheeks and pour between them a drizzle of lube. You give a little cry at the cold liquid KY, which is most affecting and I rub it into your crack and a little way into your arse. And now, where you can't see, I also rub some on to the strap-on that I am wearing.

"I'll show you what happens to horny little sluts!" I say and pull your hips back towards me, spreading your arse, my hands still slippery from the lube and I am smiling, smiling because I can hear you whimper and moan in anticipation and I can see you hands grip the bench.

"They get their tight little pussies fucked!" I say and slide the strap-on into your arse, just a little tease at first and then bearing down on you hard, pushing all the way in, taking sweet delight at hearing you cry out.

"Fuck you! Whore!" I shout and grab your hair, pulling your head back and pushing into you again, feeling you brace yourself against me and then push back. You cannot move away. You don't want to move away. You cannot close your legs and you don't want to. Each thrust inside you brings you on more and more. Your breath is coming in short, shallow gasps and you grunt with each deep stroke. You have forgotten that you have any other existence than this moment, than feeling me inside you, my hands on your hips forcing you back, pulling your hair, drawing my nails down your already spoilt back in such peaceful excoriation. There is just one thing more. Just one thing. One urgent thing.

I reach around your thighs. As I thrust into you again, I grab your cock with one hand. It is hard and tight and warm and I can feel the thick pre-come oozing desperately. All I have to do is squeeze once. I push again and your cock jerks in my hand as you cry out helplessly, a delicious sound torn from deep inside you as you come, the warm stream spurting again and again as I keep riding you, keep the rhythm going. Your legs buckle a little and I hold you there while you regain your balance, leaning forward, shaking, moaning, Jesus Christ, Godalmighty, Fuck, Shit.

You are only barely aware when I withdraw from you. Unbuckle the spreaders. Take off the strap-on. The warmth of the room has enclosed you, the candles are fainter and the only sound is of your breathing, long soft breaths like sleep. The sweat on your body is drying and you ache.

I hold you and you curl up in my arms like a child. You are smiling and I am happy. I haven't finished with you yet. There is still the small matter of my satisfaction.



Creature Ch. 02



Due to requests to continue this story, I give you part 2. Enjoy.

Creature Again

*She will be fed*

The voice in my head had gone silent after that last, alarming message. What it meant, I had no idea, but it scared me more than I wanted to admit.

Arriving home, I poured myself a drink, but even before taking my second sip, i had fallen fast asleep on the couch. I awoke the next day with a start...along with a brutal hangover. Not only that, but my throat was sore, almost as if I had been screaming for hours. And that taste. It was not unpleasant, but it was constant, and in control on the back of my tongue. I thought of the liquids that had poured down my throat during the encounter. What was the intent?

My experience with what could only be described as "the creature" the day before, had given me odd dreams. Not nightmares, but not really pleasant, either. Sex, skin, water, bondage, caves, acid, pregnancy and more terrible, wonderful sex flew in and out of my dream world without any glue that could have held them together. And during my REM...i had the itchy feeling of being watched by something powerful.

I went on with my life, but knew that I had been changed in some strange way from the encounter. The headache lasted 3 days, no matter how many Advil I downed. My throat remained sore for almost as long. The taste remained for weeks...months. Fact was, I could taste it even now.

I attempted to become the man that existed before that fateful day. I worked, slept, ate, even dated a few women, but knew that i could never go back to what I used to be. I visited the bar on Fridays and Saturdays, and never saw Michelle or the silent sexy sisters return. I wasn't even sure i wanted to, for that matter. My interest in sexual encounters became flat, and even occasional masturbation sessions became a distant memory as the months rolled on.

The odd dreams subsided, but never truly went away. During waking hours, I started to have that same background feeling of being watched, but filed it away as a trick of the imagination.

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It had been around 8 or 9 months since the creature had come into my life, and i had nearly forgotten about the incident, when the voice returned.

*She is with us now*

I had been on the phone with a client when i heard it. My world faded away and the voice became my only thought. i stumbled on my words and ended the call more abruptly than I should have. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and the TASTE came back as strongly as it had been right after the encounter. i felt fear. I felt paranoia.

I left work immediately.

Driving home, the words tumbled through my mind over and over again. With us now she is with us with us with us now she is with us now...

i parked in the driveway and ran to the door. Locking it after me, I walked straight for the liquor cabinet. I poured himself a shot of whiskey and downed it in one fell swoop, dropping the glass on the carpet. The TASTE remained, blocking even the burn of the whiskey on my throat.

With us now with us she is with us now... The words wouldn't let go. 

I loosened my tie and sank into the couch, ready for nothing, expecting anything.

I sat there, with the taste in my mouth and those words in my head. I tried to clear my mind, but it was impossible. I needed to get control, to find myself. I wanted to forget. i would not let myself be trapped by fear. But when I finally decided to move, i found himself unable to even lift my arms, or move my fingers. It was almost as if I were paralyzed from the neck down. I fought my unresponsive body, and willed myself to move, dammit. But nothing. Only the words and the taste remained.

I scanned the room from where I lay, not seeing anything, yet feeling the presence of a powerful SOMETHING that radiated from behind him. And then the intoxicating scent of the creature came to me, building and further entrapping me with it's flavor.

When the sisters shimmered into form in front of me, I knew that there was no escape, and that I would be needed for some new part of their ritual. They solidified into naked and sexual beings and smiled at me, then looked behind me. Oh God, I knew that Michelle was there. She walked into view, and I saw, once again, this amazing and terrible creature. This sexual and otherworldly creature. She was naked as well, and holding her hand, another female.

She looked to be around 8 or 9...or no...maybe older. No...older still. I watched as this new creature slowly aged in front of me. Her body changed, developed curves, pubic hair grew from her naked groin and changed from soft down to a triangle of blond curls. Her breasts swelled and became the perfect size to match her frame. She looked to be 16 or 17 now, and still she developed. Her curves enhanced, and her face matured to that of a 20 year old, and she was perhaps the most beautiful female i had ever seen.

I became aware that, although I was unable to move from the paralysis, my cock was fully engorged and aching to be released from the prison of my trousers.

The sisters came forward and gently removed my clothes, freeing me from their confines. They avoided touching my cock, even though it was the only part of me that seemed to have feeling. Glancing at it, I saw that it was bigger than normal, and pulsing with the need for attention.

Michelle and this new female creature stood and watched as the sisters gently shed the clothing from my body, and I felt all eyes focus on my cock. When the sisters had finished, they went to either side of me, and lifted me as if I weighed nothing. Michelle and the new creature walked towards my bedroom, and the sisters followed, carrying me with their warm and gentle fingers cradling me. As we moved, I noticed, with some confusion, that my house now had the same opulence that the hotel had, during the encounter 9 months earlier.

I was laid onto a bed that was and wasn't mine.

*She is here now*

*She will be fed*

And the new creature, which I now knew was of my own seed, came forth and stood close to me.

She looked into my eyes, and I found myself falling deep into them, until the room faded away and all that existed was her body and my raging cock.

*drink*

This new voice was hers. She seemed to be struggling to speak, as if this form of communication was new to her.

*Drink of you*

And she bent as if to kiss me.

But what I felt at the moment her mouth met mine was not a kiss, but a desire for sustenance, for the liquids that had brewed inside me for 9 months. I felt them surge from me as they were drawn into her. Her mouth was locked onto mine as the fluids released from deep inside me and fed this beautiful monster. I could breathe as this happened, and didn't feel as though I was getting sick into this gorgeous beast, only releasing the fluids that Michelle and the sisters had given me. But I also knew that as I had held them for all that time, I had added to them, changed them, built on them, until they were not what they had been, and she was drinking OF me, rather than just FROM me.

Soon, her feast ended, and her mouth released mine. I watched her back away with the bend of her waist, and saw a smile appear.

I became aware that all 4 of them now surrounded me, and soon 8 hands caressed me intimately. I still had no strength to move, yet all tactile feeling had returned to my body.

*Mine?* she asked of the others.

*Share* came the reply from Michelle.

I watched as one of the sisters mounted me as the other 3 caressed my skin from head to toe. She rode me until her orgasm was critical, but she removed herself before she could release her liquids onto my shaft and stomach. Her sister took her place and fucked me, with her tight pussy gripping my shaft, as it stretched her and bottomed out at her cervix. She came just as close to orgasm as her sister, yet, she too, removed herself just as I felt her vagina start to pump me with her imminent orgasmic explosion. I watched as Michelle climbed onto me and lowered herself onto my rock hard cock. As before, I wanted so badly to wash her cunt with my own orgasm, but they had stopped it, waiting for the right time to catch the release.

Michelle's pussy gripped and released me over and over, as she slid faster and deeper up and down on my hardness. She opened her eyes and looked into my own as she rode me like a bitch in heat. I felt her voice enter my head once again.

*MINE* she said.

But before Michelle could take my seed, I felt my "daughter's" energy burst out like a thousand suns and tear the creature from me. I saw Michelle burn out of existence as she floated above me, hearing her scream inside my head.

There was a moment of silence until I heard my daughter once again.

*Mine now*

She climbed above me, and I could see the sisters directing my cock straight into her virgin creature pussy. I felt her maidenhead break, and the blood trickle down my cock as she continued to engulf me with her tight and hot pussy. When I was fully inside her, she stopped all movement and smiled at me. My engorged cock pulsated inside her, and I felt myself smile back.

*All mine*

No sooner did she speak those words, when I began to feel the intense and imminent release of my orgasm as my balls bunched and released and the built up pressure began to spew into her. It was as if a whole volcano of cum was blown deep into her tight and worthy body. She started to buck against the onslaught as her eyes rolled up into her head. She took the entire load until I felt my blast recede. Her eyes met mine again and she stood up above me.

*Feed him*

And then a sister sat down on my face and within moments, shot her cum down my throat. The other did the same, and I drank their gifts, knowing that I would need to give it up to feed my daughter when she hungered once again.

I watched her pussy as it came towards my face and hovered only a fraction of an inch above my waiting mouth. Her fingers came down and spread her lips.

*Drink, my love*

And her nectar started to flow.

I drank everything that came from her.

As the last drop hit my lips, I opened my eyes, and they were gone.

But the taste lingers on, and I await my next encounter with the creature that is my daughter.



Creature Features



"Things need not have happened to be true. Tales and dreams are the shadow-truths that will endure when mere facts are dust and ashes, and forgot."

-Neil Gaiman, "The Sandman"

***

October 31st, 6:10 PM:

The house was dark except for the black-and-white flicker of the TV screen. Richard stared at it, passive, waiting. A voice wailed from the speakers:  "It's alive, it's moving! It's alive it's alive—it's ALIVE!"

Richard yawned and checked the time. Behind him, Dwight was going back to the liquor cabinet. "I'd go easy on that," Richard said.

The TV: "For the love of God, get a hold of yourself!"

Dwight's hands shook as he put the glass back. "I need to settle my nerves," he said. Thunder and lightning from the television punctuated his words.

"It'll all be over soon," Richard said. "And with nothing to show for it." Dwight looked surprised. Richard rolled his eyes. "I, for one, am not scared of Pierce's witchcraft," he said.

"But you read his thesis—"  "And that's why I'm not scared," Richard said.

The TV: "You two have it all arranged, haven't you? You think I'm an idiot, don't you?"

"He's either mad or thinks we are," said Richard. "Either way I'm only here so that there'll be a credible witness to this debacle."

Dwight shook his head. "It's a dangerous night for skeptics," he said.

"Comes with the territory," said Richard. And he laughed.

"Anyone can see with half an eye that there's something wrong. And I've got two eyes. Pretty good ones."

Dwight was about to say more, but a voice from down the hall interrupted them: "It's time." Richard looked out the window; the sun had just gone down. Shrugging, he followed Dwight. The den was empty of all furnishings except a single thick cushion on the floor, a set of framed movie posters on the wall, a police scanner on an end table near the window, and the sensory-deprivation tank, from which Pierce had just emerged, dripping wet. Dwight took up his post at the scanner, pen and notebook ready. Richard leaned on the doorframe, polishing his nails on the breast of his suit.

"Well professor," he said, "Dwight is all worked up about your hocus-pocus routine."

"And you're not, I assume?" Pierce said, fixing his glasses to his face as he toweled himself off.

"Well I expect a fine time watching you make a spectacle of yourself," Richard said. "But that's all I expect."

Pierce gave him a sideways smile. "That's what I like about you Richard: You're a narrow, ignorant, fool. In other words, the ideal witness for this experiment. Once you're convinced, everyone else will have to acknowledge the reality of what's happened."

Pierce sat cross-legged on the cushion. Dwight turned on the police scanner. Richard stifled a yawn. He looked at the posters on the wall. "So these are your 'foci,' are they?"

"Indeed," said Pierce.

"And why these images, exactly?"

"Well, it is Halloween," said Pierce. Richard scoffed again. Pierce ignored him. He closed his eyes. "Are we ready to begin?" he said. Dwight nodded. "Very well. I will begin."

***

6:32 PM:

Valerie put her feet up on the table. It was getting dark outside, but it wasn't time to go yet, so she leaned into the phone, flipping between TV channels. "I can still make the party," she said, "I just have to wait until Colin is asleep."

"Colin?" Gavin said.

"My brother. He was supposed to be trick-or-treating tonight but he got grounded, so Mom and Dad said I have to stick around for a few hours to keep an eye on things. It's like being in high school all over again." She rolled her eyes. "I think he's upstairs watching monster movies now." She took the phone away from her ear, looking around, making sure she was really alone, then settled back down. "So what are you wearing?" she said.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. You're not in your costume yet, right? So what are you wearing?"

"You really want to hear about it?"

"Nah. I'd rather hear about your big dick."

Gavin choked.

"It is big, right?" Valerie said. She unbuttoned the front of her pants, sliding a hand down.

"Sure," said Gavin, "it's big. If you want it to be."

"It better be big if you're expecting to get it sucked tonight," she said, running a finger up and down herself.

"Don't worry, it's a nice thick one," Gavin said. His voice sounded hushed on the other end of the line and she wondered who was around that he didn't want them to hear.

"Oh? I like it thick baby. You'd better not be bullshitting me."

"What do you like to do with this thick dick?" Gavin whispered.

"I'd stick it right up my tight little ass is what I'd do with it." She slid two fingers up and down the length of her slit.

"You like it like that?" he says.

"Baby you know I do." She felt her outer lips begin to swell, and a flush runs over her body.

"You oughta feel my nice big head and thick shaft sliding right between those tight cheeks."

"I don't want you to slide it, I want you to slam it," Valerie said, putting one finger up inside herself and testing the wetness.

"You like it rough?"

"Rough's the only way I know how." She punctuated her comment by shoving two fingers in deep, all the way down to the last knuckle, grunting and jumping a little in her seat as she did. She slid all the way down the couch, splaying her legs.

"You like to think about me sitting up behind you, pounding away on your ass, the sound of my balls slapping against your cheeks as my cock pumps in and out, in and out?"

"Ohhhhh yeah," she moaned.

"Does that make you wet?"

"Fuck yes."

"You have a finger in yourself?"

"Yes..."

"Taste it."

She complied, placing one fingertip on her tongue. "Tastes good, baby," she said.

"Does my voice make you wet?"

"Always." She began rubbing her clit.

"Does it get you off?"

"In the worst kinda way."

 "What gets you off the hardest?"

"When you take your big thick cock and you put it in my—"

But Gavin would never know where he was supposed to put it, because at that moment the sound of screams came down the stairs. Valerie jumped in her seat and, suddenly guilty, fastened her pants, dropped the phone, and ran up the steps two at a time. She burst into Colin's room, dark except for the dull light of the TV. He sat in his pajamas, hugging his knees, staring in white-faced shock.

"What is it?" Valerie said. "What's wrong?"

"The monster!" Colin said. Valerie looked at the TV screen. The speakers blared:

"You look worried, is anything wrong?"

"No, no, forget my foolishness, there's nothing the matter..."

She rounded on her brother.

"Colin, that's not funny," she said. "You scared the shit out of me. If you go screaming your head off over nothing then sometime when you're really hurt—"

"Not there!" Colin said, "Not the monster on the TV, that one!"

He was pointing behind her.

A floorboard creaked. The back of Valerie's neck prickled.

"Henry, I'm afraid, terribly afraid! Something is going to happen, I feel it, I can't get it out of my mind!"

Valerie turned around; in the dark corner of the room, a tall, ungainly shape loomed. It stared at her. She felt herself go pale. She looked at the figure on the TV screen, then, slowly, she turned back to the man in the corner. They were identical: the stitched gray flesh, the brooding eyes, the heavy brow, and those huge hands. Back and forth she looked, back and forth, so many times it seemed she couldn't stop.

And only when the monster took a staggering step forward did she think to scream.

***

6:55 PM:

Fletcher's belt was caught; he pulled it as hard as he could but then stopped, reminding himself that the new budget was in and he would have to replace it if broke. Instead he let Margaret do it, her thin fingers untangling the buckle and pushing it aside, then sliding his zipper down and slipping in. She rubbed the outline of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. "How's he doing tonight?" she said, smiling.

"Lonely and unappreciated," said Fletcher. He looked over his shoulder; they were on the back porch and there was not much cover from the yard, but it was dark and the coast was clear. If they were fast enough, there shouldn't be any problems...

"Poor guy," Margaret said, pulling Fletcher's cock out and blowing on it. He jumped and she giggled. "You poor, poor thing, having to work on Halloween and no time for fun?"

"A little time...but we'd better hurry. If I get a call..."

"Don't try to rush a good thing, baby," she said, snaking her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Fletcher put his back against the wall and dragged his fingers through her hair; it was soft, and her mouth was hot, and she kissed her way down one side of him and up the other, stopping to leave pillowy kisses right on the ridge of his head. Now this, he thought, is the life. She teased the tip with her tongue, flicking it, watching it bounce; in the yellow porch light he saw his cock gleam, wet with her saliva. She looked at it with an appraising eye.

"Looks good tonight," she said. "It's making me wet. I'm going to have to go in and change these pants before the party..."

Damn, thought Fletcher, if she wants to fuck we'll be here all night. He grabbed her by the back of the head and, walking the fine line between asking and insisting, pushed her down again. To his relief, she laughed and cooperated. Wrapping her lips around him, she pulled him in one inch at a time, her mouth making wet noises all the way. He saw, distinctly despite the inadequate illumination, a smudge of her lipstick on the blue-black fabric of his pants as she reached the base of him. That could get him in trouble later...but no time to worry about it now, he thought, as the pressure from her sucking mouth was finally giving him that live-wire jolt that ran down the center of his shaft, coiled up around his balls, and then jumped straight up into the pit of his stomach as the pressure began to build up, stoked by the feeling of cherry lip gloss against his naked skin. He started to push with his hips, bucking, fucking her wet, hot mouth; she grunted around him, opening her eyes just long enough to wink and then pursing her lips even tighter, sucking until he was shaking all over and just about to get into the groove of—

The radio crackled: "1042, this is dispatch, come in 1042."

"Fuck!" said Fletcher, so startled that he hit his head against the wall. Skull throbbing, he grabbed the com.

"Dispatch, this is 1042," he said, trying to keep his voice level despite the pain in his head and the still-insistent pressure of Margaret's mouth below.

"1042, I'm getting a really weird report here about...are you okay?"

 "Yeah, why?" She was swirling her tongue in that circle thing that he liked, and his breath caught.

"Because your breathing sounds like an obscene caller. Jesus, Fletcher, you're not getting your dick sucked on the clock again, are you?"

"What? No!" He pulled away; Margaret pouted. He zipped up, careful not to catch himself. "It's just a little winded from...look, what's the call?" With one hand he held the com while he made apologetic signals to Margaret with the other "I'll be back, I'll be back later,' he whispered, covering the radio. On his way back to the cruiser he checked to make sure he hadn't left anything behind: belt, keys, badge, and gun. Last month he dropped his pepper spray in her living room and caught hell for losing it.

Fletcher got into the cruiser and started it, pulling onto Lincoln Avenue, listening to the com. He frowned. "Um, can you repeat that, dispatch? What's the complaint?"

"There's a mummy at the museum," said the voice on the com, obviously struggling to maintain a straight face.

Fletcher rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'll bite: Why does that warrant a call, dispatch?"

"Because they're not supposed to have one," answered the com.

I can't believe I got called away for this bullshit, thought Fletcher. He pulled the cruiser to a stop, yellow headlights washing over the shrubs and trees of the nearby park.

"We got a call from the staff saying an antique sarcophagus and an intact mummy that aren't part of any exhibit and aren't listed in their catalog showed up in one of the galleries while they were closing. And then—now pay attention, this is the important part—as they were trying to figure out what to do about it, the mummy—"

"Got up and walked away?"

"Oh, you've heard this one before?" Dispatch was now clearly losing the straight-face battle. Fletcher rolled his eyes again.

"I'll admit, as far as Halloween pranks go, that's pretty good," he said.

"Yeah, well, they don't think it's funny. They sounded real upset about it when they called. It's right in your neighborhood, so could you just keep an eye out for...well, anything, while you're checking the park?"

Fletcher sighed. "Roger that, dispatch, but everything out here is as quiet as a..." He stopped. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me."

Fletcher squinted through the windshield, hoping that what he was seeing was some kind of mirage. But no, there it was as plain as day: an awkward, gangly figure swathed in rotten bandages stumbling across the road right in front of him. He watched the "mummy" shamble and trip over its own feet as it crossed both lanes and traipsed off into the tall grass. He watched it the whole way, at first too dumbstruck to pursue. Please tell me I don't seriously have to do this, Fletcher thought, but even as he did he sighed and thumbed the com again. "Dispatch, this is 1042, I have a suspect in sight that, um, matches the description for the museum break-in."

A pause on the other end. Then: "Repeat that, 1042? Do you mean to say you've found your mummy?"  "Fuck off, dispatch."

Fletcher hung the com up and, reminding himself that a pension was only ten years away, got out of the car. "Hey!" he said. The mummy was still visible but disappearing fast into the trees. "Hey you! You with the...just hold up." The retreating figure stopped. "Police," Fletcher said. "Step out where I can see you, please." The beam of his flashlight bounced between the tree trunks, singling out the suspect. The mummy took pained steps back toward the road. "Hurry it up buddy, we don't have all night."

Now that the suspect was closer Fletcher had to admire the detail on the costume, though the gauze was a bit of a mess after the cross-country trek through the park. The exposed face was particularly startling and he had to check himself to avoid flinching. "That's far enough," he said, trying to keep the light in the suspect's eyes (where the hell were the suspect's eyes?) "Hands where I can see them. Have you been drinking tonight? Have you taken anything?" The suspect kept walking, dragging one leg. "Buddy, I said that's far enough. Hey. Hey, back the fuck off!"

Fletcher grabbed for his gun but the grip slid between his sweaty fingers and the suspect, putting on a sudden burst of speed, leapt forward, wrapping its cold, brittle hands around his throat and squeezing. Fletcher fell back and the mummy pushed him against the side of the car. The flashlight dropped and rolled away, and Fletcher put both hands up to try to break the choke. In the moonlight he saw the brittle flesh stretched tight over the mummy's skull, with those black eyes staring, unblinking, into his. Its jaw moved up and down and a muffled, strained sound like a sob came out. Fletcher struggled, adrenaline spiking even as the pressure on his windpipe made his vision blur.

And then, in a moment, it was over; the mummy dropped Fletcher and took off again, vanishing into the trees. Fletcher hit the asphalt, sucking air into his aching lungs for a few seconds and then struggling back into the car. He grabbed the com with both hands. "Dispatch," he said, his voice hoarse, "dispatch, this is 1042. I'm reporting...look, this is serious, don't laugh when I tell you this..."

***

7:18 PM:

Mary fit the key into the old lock with some difficulty; the back door always stuck. She flipped the light switch but the service corridor remained dark. She sighed. This damn place was going to pieces. She fumbled with the flashlight in the service box; it would only take her a minute to retrieve her forgotten purse and leave.

But then she heard it: music. Not a radio, either, it was distinctly the sound of someone playing in the audition room. It sounded like a piano? No, she corrected herself, it was the pipe organ. Curious, she made her way down the hall. The ghost-beam of her flashlight passed over a stack of packing crates, all labeled:

"Property, SF War Memorial Opera House."

The door to the audition room squealed on its hinges. Inside it was black and gloomy except for the light of a few flickering candles (who brought those in here?). Mary saw someone hunched over the organ, shoulders rising and falling with the effort of mad playing, notes wheeling by one after the other in a frenzied storm that swirled around her. The player, whoever he was, took no notice of Mary's entrance. He was, for some reason, wearing a shapeless black cape that obscured his silhouette. Mary stood dazed for a moment, overwhelmed by the music; it was horrifying, but captivating. Minutes passed before she came to herself and realized what was really going on. Working up her courage, she spoke as loudly as she could:

"Excuse me!"

The player stopped, frozen in mid-note. The candles guttered in an anomalous draft. Mary's mouth went dry, but she spoke up again: "Excuse me, whoever you are, but you're not supposed to be here. And that's not your property. I don't want to have to call the police, but if you don't leave immediately—"

The man stood. He ran his fingers over the instrument's keys one last time, caressing them. Then he turned; Mary's breath left her. He was a tall man, and thin, and dressed in what was once probably an elegant tuxedo but was now faded, stained, rotting. His wore silken gloves and his cape hung to his knees, and on his face was a polished white mask with sad, profound eyes behind it. He made a little bow, mock politeness, as he stepped away from the organ. Mary felt a chill, but shook it off.

"Very funny," she said. The intruder said nothing. "Well? Come on, move it. You've had your fun and you're lucky I haven't called the cops yet. Why don't you—"

 She stopped. The stranger was not moving. He still had not blinked. His mask was expressionless, but there was something about his eyes...

She couldn't keep her voice from trembling now: "I'm warning you," she said. "I'm...I'm armed. I'm giving you until the count of three." She swallowed hard around the words. "One..."

The stranger adjusted his gloves.

"Two..."

He smoothed the lines of his cape.

"Three!"

He shook his head.

"Fine," said Mary.

Almost before she knew what she was doing, she reached out and snatched his mask off. The stranger turned away, covering his face with his hands, crying out. Mary backed off, still holding the white mask, mildly horrified at what she'd done. Now she really was ready to run away, but now it was too late, because the stranger turned back around. He looked at her. She saw his face.

She screamed.

***

7:34 PM:

Warren sat on his toolbox, leaning against the rear window while Evelyn got on her knees in the truck bed, blonde braid bobbing with the up-and-down motion of her head. She held his stiff cock with one hand and gripped his thigh through the fabric of his jeans with the other, slurping the head wetly, forming her lips into a perfect O and sucking so hard that it made a popping noise whenever she took it out. Behind them, the lights of the entire city were spread out beyond the edge of the cliff.




Creature Features



Evelyn slid the entire length of cock into her mouth, pushing to the opening of her throat, gagging a bit until her muscles relaxed and then beginning the swallowing motion that she knew got Warren off most effectively. He tensed up as she milked him, looking back and forth now and then to make sure the coast was clear; this street was usually empty at night, just a scenic overlook squeezed between two expensive houses in a remote neighborhood, but you never could tell. He thought he caught a flicker of movement on one side, but when he looked again it was gone. Then he was distracted, once again, by Evelyn's mouth as it slid down to the bottom of his shaft; he bit his lip.

Eventually Evelyn broke off, lying back in the truck and pulling Warren down with her. "It's freezing out here," she said, "hurry up and fuck me."

He groaned a little. "Oh come on, just a little more." He gestured to his still-wet dick. She shook her head.

"A little more and you won't last." He glares at her. She puts up her hands. "What? It's true. Come on, sitting there with your feelings hurt isn't getting either of us laid any faster; stick it in."

"Wait," Warren says, "I don't have a condom..."

"I don't give a shit."

"But what if—"

"Quit being a little bitch about it," Evelyn said, reaching around his waist and grabbing his ass with both hands, pulling him down onto her. She wriggled out of her jeans and wrapped her bare legs around him, stretching her arms over her head, grabbing the truck gate for leverage.

"Now," she said, "are you going to be a little bitch, or are you going to be a real man?"

Warren glared at her.

"Show me then," she said, lips curling

He responded by thrusting once, hard, burying half the length of him inside of her. She was amazingly wet and he slid in without resistance, the muscles of her cunt clamping down on him. She gasped, eyes rolling back into her head.

"Good," she said. "Again."

He gave another thrust of his bare cock, pushing the other half in now, sliding up to the base. Her legs squeezed his body. She gripped the gate tighter.

"Again."

He started to pump her violently, rocking against her body, pushing with all the force that his arched back and squared shoulders could exert.

"Harder!"

He held onto her hips, fingers threatening to bruise her flesh. He drew all the way out and penetrated anew with each thrust, grunting like an animal. Her back was soon bruised by rubbing against the metal, but still she panted over and over again: "Harder! Harder! Harder!"

Without thinking, he clamped one hand over her mouth, and with the other he started to choke her; not hard enough to cause real harm, but enough to set the furnace inside of her burning hotter and brighter than it ever had with him before. Evelyn's eyes rolled back in her head and her fingernails scraped metal as her body throbbed. Warren was relentless, pushing and pounding, pouring out exertion, trying, muscles aching, hair dripping with sweat. His cock piston-slammed again and again. Evelyn's pussy was saturated. Her eyes bulged as his fingers twitched on her throat, then relaxed. She couldn't talk now, so she just moaned, and when that was too much trouble, she growled.

Warren became aware of the headlights of a passing car but he ignored it, even though the driver surely must have seen him. He paused only long enough to verify that it was not a police car and, in absence of flashing lights, he went back at it. The hard, hollow thump of their bodies against the metal seemed incredibly loud in the quiet night: thump, thump, thump. Below them the whole city was lit up with partiers, but up here it was just the two of them. Evelyn's hands were all over him now, and her hands slid under his shirt and raked down his back; he imagined the bright red scores standing out against his skin. They ached.

He grabbed her thrashing, wriggling body and held it down again, constricting her into the closest semblance of stillness that she seemed likely to accede to, and then continued with his merciless fucking. She was now raw and bruised, but he paid no attention. Her eyes looked glassy and unfocused. Once the top of her head bounced off of the gate, but she barely seems aware of it. He closed his eyes and narrowed his focus down to the feeling of a hot, flushed, sweaty, pliant body underneath his, and then he began to cum, releasing a steady stream into the confines of her pussy, burying himself in her for the last time while he burst and gushed. Then he collapsed, exhausted, next to her, and for some time neither of them spoke. Eventually she rolled over and flopped an arm across his chest.

"That was...amazing." Her throat was almost too raw to talk. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Yeah..." was all Warren could say.

"You're...an animal," Evelyn said, giggling and kissing him. He kissed her back, but something caught his eye, distracting him; what was that? He looked up.

"Hey," he said, "I didn't think the moon was full tonight..."

"It's not," said Evelyn, kissing the side of his neck.

"No, it is, look," Warren said, pointing. Evelyn looked up. She frowned.

"That's weird," she said. "I swear it wasn't like that when we drove up here. How could—" But she screamed before she could finish, then jumped up, huddling against the truck window. She pointed. A man was staring at them, peering over the truck gate, in fact.

Warren leapt up and pulled his pants on. The stranger still stared. Furious, Warren ran at him, hands balled into fists, but then as the peeping tom stood up Warren stopped, confused; he saw yellow eyes and bared fangs, and a muzzle, and matted black fur. The creature snarled, then howled, then jumped up into the truck bed and crouched down low, growling, foam flecking its lips. Warren backed away a step, but of course, there was no room to run. The creature snarled again. "What the fuck?" Warren said.

The monster jumped up and Evelyn screamed and Warren, without thinking, balled his fists again and took a swing. The creature ducked the blow and grabbed him, and they both fell to the ground, rolling over each other. Warren landed first, the impact driving the air out of him, and he felt claws at his throat, and now he was swinging his fists wildly, blind in the dark, grappling with the monster. They rolled along the ground, the thing's jaws snapping, and only when Warren felt the stones start to shift underneath them did he realize they were so close to the edge of the cliff—

But it was too late. Evelyn screamed one more time, and the monster howled, but Warren said nothing, silently dropping away, feeling the wind in his hair, feeling weightless for those few seconds. He looked up at the sky, the stars, the moon, even the lights of the city stretched out underneath him, blurred, like an old black and white photograph...

And then nothing else.

***

8:10 PM:

Dwight sat at the police scanner, pen moving over pad as the calls overlapped, drowning each other out:

"...disturbance at the War Memorial Opera House, possible hostage situation, send all available units..."

"...attacked by a werewolf. Yes, that's the description she gave: a werewolf. We've got one in the hospital, no sign of the suspect, please proceed with..."

"...breaking and entering, assault and battery, suspect is dressed as the Frankenstein monster..."

"...suspect is fleeing on foot through the park, suspect should be considered highly dangerous, suspect has already assaulted an officer. To repeat, suspect is..."

Dwight looked up, eyes wide, cheeks pale. "It's working!" he said. "My God, it's actually working!"

Richard looked at the scanner, then at Pierce, then at the posters on the wall. "No," he said. "No, no, I don't believe any of this, not for a minute."

"But the calls!" said Dwight.

"Bullshit," said Richard, running his hands through his hair. "It's all fraud. There's no possible way I'll believe he's doing this."

Pierce opened his eyes. He smiled. "Dwight is right," he said. "It's working. With the power of my mind—"

"Bullshit!" Richard said again. "What did you do, Pierce? How did you set it up? How many accomplices do you have? How long did they spend working on those costumes?"

"No costumes, good sir," said Pierce. "The genuine article. It's the tulpa, Richard, it's real! The Tibetans teach us that a focused mind, close to Dzogchen, can channel the energies of the universe and make thought into matter, even into seemingly living beings, and I've proven it, I've proven it tonight! Look at the wall, just look at it!"

Richard looked. The titles on the posters seemed to taunt him: "Frankenstein," "The Mummy," "The Wolf Man," "The Phantom of the Opera," "The Creature from the Black Lagoon."

"Using the power of my mind and these foci, I have projected my thoughts as physical incarnations. I have taken these fictions and, for a few minutes at least, made them into reality! I have proven my theory, to you and to the world, Richard. Why, more than that: I've discovered power unimaginable, the power of a god!" Pierce leapt up, his voice becoming shrill. "Now I know what it feels like to be a god!"

Pierce was taller but Richard stood on his toes to look him in the eye. "I don't believe it," he said. "I don't know how you've faked this, but I know you have."

"Do you still doubt me, Richard?" Pierce's smile grew more manic. "Or do I see fear in your eyes? Do I hear it in your voice? Do you know, deep down, that no matter how much you object, no matter how stubborn you may be, that I'm speaking the truth, that this is a power you cannot comprehend, much less oppose?"

Pierce stared at Richard; Richard flinched.

Dwight turned the volume up on the scanner: "All units, all units, please converge on our position, repeat, all units, converge—"

"Listen to me, Pierce," Richard said, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I'm not saying I believe you, I'm not saying any of this is true. But...if this really is your power, if you really can conjure these creatures out of thin air, then for God's sake, send them away. If you made them, then unmake them, now, before any more people get hurt!"

Pierce shook his head. "Do you believe, Richard? Yes or no?"

"Damn it, we don't have time for this!"

"Yes or no?"

"Pierce!"

"YES OR NO?"

"Yes, yes, damn it, I believe you, I believe everything, I believe, I believe, now stop it, please, just stop it!"

Richard was red-faced, panting, weeping, wounded.

Pierce snapped his fingers and the scanner turned off. The television in the next room went silent as well; the house was peaceful.

"I'm actually impressed, Richard," Pierce said. "It can't be an easy thing, having to swallow your pride to save lives."

Richard said nothing. Dwight looked back and forth between both men, but remained silent as well. "How do you feel?" Pierce said.

Richard was shaking. "What the hell does it matter?"

Pierce grinned. Then he gestured to Dwight, and he began collecting up the equipment.

"I hate to be rude and run you off," Pierce said, putting his arm around Richard's shoulder and guiding him toward the door, "but I have to document these results right away. You understand, or course. Here, let us show you out." Pierce stopped for a moment to get his coat. "Rest assured, I won't hold a grudge, Richard," he was saying. "In fact, I'd be willing to let you do your own parallel, independent study. You are, in your own way, uniquely qualified now." Richard said nothing.

They went outside, moving through the garden, past the empty swimming pool and toward the driveway. Richard looked like a beaten-down dog; his feet shuffled under his body. Pierce was bright and smiling, talking loudly about the new avenues of thought and the new golden age of consciousness that his full findings would bring about once published. Richard licked his lips.

"Is it over? Did you...unmake them?" he said,

"Of course."

"Pierce...you hurt people tonight. You might have gotten them killed."

Pierce shrugged. "You can't change the world without a few mediocre people getting caught up in the works. Omelets, broken eggs, all that. Besides, anyone who died tonight, I'll just recreate them in the morning." He saw Richard's horrified expression and Pierce began to laugh, long and loud and shrill.

He kept laughing until he was interrupted by Dwight as he cried out, pointing. Richard spun around, but whatever Dwight had seen seemed to be gone. Pierce appeared unperturbed. "Dwight, what is it?" Richard said. "What did you see?"

"Over there, behind the trellis," Dwight said, his voice labored. "It was—it was—" But he couldn't say it. Richard rounded on Pierce, who was smiling again.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"I had to see one for myself," Pierce said. "And I had to make sure you saw one. I know you'd try to back away from what you said earlier unless you saw one for yourself."

Richard's blood went cold. "Pierce," he said again, "what have you done?"

Pierce drew a gun from his coat pocket, then a second one, which he handed to Richard. Richard stared at it like he didn't know what it was. "You'll want that, trust me," Pierce said.

A noise made all three men turn toward the pool. Something was moving, just on the other side, something in the dark. Richard squinted. "What is it?" he said. "Which one...?" His voice trailed off. Pierce shrugged.

"Oh, which one do you think, Richard? Which one was always my favorite? Did I ever tell you that? Ever since I was a kid, I've always—"

Dwight screamed again as an unspeakable figure emerged from the gloom. He collapsed, hands over his head, crying as the thing came at them. Richard's mouth went dry and his knees shook. Pierce stared, entranced.

"It had to be this one," he said. "It was my favorite. I had to see..."

The monster stumbled toward them, unsteady on its flippered feet. Its scaly hide was dark and wet, and its eyes goggled; Richard could see the gill flaps throbbing on either side of its neck. It was a clumsy beast on land, but the way its limbs moved testified to the horrible strength in its body. It came forward with one awful claw extended, its webbed fingers grasping as its lipless mouth moved up and down in a meaningless, gurgling cry. Richard's hands were so slick with sweat that he nearly dropped his gun. Dwight was weeping. Pierce appeared enraptured. "My God," he said, "it's beautiful!"

"It's monstrous," Richard said, his voice tight. "Send it away, Pierce, unmake it. You've made your point."

"Not yet," Pierce said, walking toward it. "I want to get closer. I want to really see it."

"Pierce, what are you doing? Pierce, don't!"

Richard raised his gun but Pierce was already too far ahead of him, already blocking his shot. The creature was beside the dry pool now, hunkered on its haunches, its claws scrabbling at the ground. Pierce seemed like a man in a dream. "I just want to touch it," he said. "I want to know that it's really real..." He kept his gun trained with one hand, but with his other he reached out, fingers almost brushing that wet, scaly hide...

"Professor, no!" Dwight screamed, but it was too late; as Pierce reached out the creature jumped up and landed a clubbing blow to the side of his head. For a moment Pierce teetered and then, as if in slow motion, he fell, disappearing over the side of the pool and landing with a sickening thump a second later.

The monster turned then, and before Richard realized what he was doing the gun was raised and he was squeezing the trigger again and again. He watched the bullets tear through the monster, watched blood sprinkle the ground, heard the thing cry out, and then he saw it fall. He heard the click of the empty chambers as he continued to squeeze the trigger over and over, and only when Dwight took the gun from his hand did he stop. Richard realized he wasn't breathing and sucked air in with a gasp.

Dwight approached the fallen monster; it didn't stir. Then he dared to look into the pool. Richard found his voice: "Is he all right? Should we call...?"

Dwight shook his head, tears in his eyes. "His neck..." he said, and the rest was a sob.

Richard felt sick. He sat down, head in his hands. "My God," he said. "Dwight, what are we going to do?"

Dwight said nothing. Richard was about to repeat the question, but then he stopped. He frowned. He crawled on his hands and knees toward the body of the monster; its horrible eyes were still open and staring at nothing. Richard squinted at the corpse. "No. No, it's impossible..." he said.

"What's wrong?" said Dwight.

In answer, Richard reached out. He grabbed the sides of the creature's head. He pulled. The mask came off. Underneath was the still, unseeing face of a dead man, blood about his mouth and nose.

Richard threw up.

He didn't realized he'd blacked out until he found that Dwight had picked him up and was shaking him, trying to bring him back to his senses. "Richard, Richard! Come on, Richard. Listen to me: You didn't know, you couldn't have known."

"The police..." Richard managed to say.

"I've called them already," said Dwight. "They'll be here soon. Can you hear me?"

"Yes..." said Richard, dazed.

"When they get here we'll show them the professor and the...other one. And then we'll—"  But he stopped. He was staring again. Richard looked and then nearly fainted once more; the body with the monster costume on was gone. Though the man, whoever he was, had been shot six times at close range, and though there was still a gallon of blood spread on the cement giving witness to his mortal wounds, the dead man had vanished entirely. A ghost in the night.

***

Five years later:

It was a quiet night. The bar was mostly empty. Richard had been here for an hour now, drinking scotch and waiting for Dwight. When he finally showed, Richard thought he looked good for a man just out of prison, and he was so loaded by this point that he even said as much. "Well, you look like shit," Dwight said, ordering a scotch for himself. Richard laughed.

They drank in silence for a moment. Dwight had a thick manila envelope tucked under one arm, but Richard was in no hurry to ask him about it. "So how's freedom treating you?" he said after a while.

"Well enough," said Dwight.

Richard shifted on his stool. "I never thanked you for..."

"Taking the rap?"

"Yes," Richard said, looking down.

"No need," said Dwight. "If I had listened to you in the first place, none of this would have happened."

Richard held his breath. He knew what was coming.

"And for that matter," Dwight continued, "haven't you ever wondered what really did happen that Halloween night?"

"Honestly?" said Richard. "No. I try not to think about it. Besides, what's to wonder? Pierce was a fraud. The body proved that."

"But where did it go?" Dwight said. He was leaning in very close now, much too close for Richard to feel comfortable. "And the others, if they were all fakes, all accomplices, where did they go? Why were none of them apprehended? And who were they all? You can't explain that, Richard."

Richard shrugged. "I don't have to," he said.

"But I know, Richard, I know!" Dwight said. His eyes all but glowed with his enthusiasm. "I figured it out, you see, and that's why I wanted to talk to you."

"Whatever the truth is," Richard said around a mouthful of scotch, "I'm not that interested."

"Now wait a minute," said Dwight, "just look at this." He pulled a few pages out of the envelope. "Did you ever watch 'The Creature from the Black Lagoon'?"

Richard still didn't take the pages. "No," he said, "and I hardly mean to now."

"Well, a man named Ben Chapman played the monster in that movie, and he died in 2008. This is him," Dwight pointed to the papers. "Look, Richard, just look."




Creature Features



Richard turned the pages over. There was a copy of a black and white photograph, a close-up of a man's face. Richard went pale. Dwight chuckled.

"Now tell me that isn't the man you shot that night. Tell me that isn't the face you saw when you took that mask off. I'd know it anywhere, and I wager you would too."

Richard nodded. "What in the hell does it mean?" he said.

"I'll tell you what it means," said Dwight. "It means that the professor's experiment worked even better than he intended." Dwight ordered another and waited until the bartender had gone to talk again. He leaned in and whispered. "The tulpa worked. The professor was able to take his thoughts and make them into matter, just like he theorized. But his mistake was in using the movies as his focus; he didn't summon real monsters that night, he summoned real actors, the actors who played the roles in those old movies!"

Richard took a moment to absorb this. "So the werewolf who attacked that young couple wasn't really a werewolf, he was...?"

"Lon Chaney Jr. I'd bet my life. And the masked man at the opera house was Lon Chaney Sr. See this man?" He pointed to another picture. "Tom Tyler. He played superheroes and cowboys in action serials, but he also played a mummy in the 1940 movie 'The Mummy's Hand,' one of the professor's favorites. I bet he was the mummy in the park. And the intruder dressed as Frankenstein's monster? None other than Boris Karloff."

"Now wait a minute," Richard said, "that doesn't make any sense. Why would this Tyler fellow attack a policeman?"

"Well just think what it must have been like for these...people." He stumbled over the word. "Imagine you're Tom Tyler, or at least, you're a psychic manifestation that thinks, for all the world, that you're Tom Tyler. You suddenly find yourself in a strange, frightening place with no idea how you got there, and it's dark, and for some bizarre reason you're dressed as a mummy. Tyler died in 1954, imagine what these buildings, these cars, these people would look like to him if they all just appeared out of nowhere. He was probably half out of his mind, or maybe fully out of it, when that cop tried to arrest him."

Dwight was getting more excited as he talked. His voice went up an octave: "Think about being Lon Chaney Sr. for a moment. All of a sudden, with no clue as to why, you're in a strange place, and you're dressed as the Phantom of the Opera, and there's a pipe organ in front of you; what else would you do but sit down and play it? What could seem more natural?"

"But this Chapman fellow killed the professor. Why?"

"The professor was pointing a gun at him, remember? And how did Chapman kill him? By pushing him into a pool! I bet he didn't realize that there was no water in it. It was dark, he couldn't see through his mask, and he thought he was defending himself. He was even trying to talk, remember? But we couldn't understand him.

"None of these creatures—no, these men—realized what was going on or what they were doing. Is it any wonder that poor, confused, frightened Lon Chaney Jr. and Boris Karloff panicked during those brief, terrifying reincarnations? Is it any wonder that they snapped? And by the time any of them might have come to their senses..."

"It was over," Richard said. "Pierce uncreated them."

Dwight laughed longer and louder than Richard would have liked. Richard took another round in the hopes that it would clear his head. "It's a crazy idea," he said.

"But you must admit, it's the only explanation that accounts for everything," said Dwight. "And think what it means! The professor, what a genius! His experiment worked even better than he'd hoped."

"Yes, a genius," said Richard. "But mad."

"Well, who isn't a little mad?" said Dwight, grinning. "But I have to tell you, there is one thing that bothers me about all this..."

"Just one?"

"Richard, let me ask you, have you been thinking a lot about that night?"

"How could I not?"

"And about the professor, and about those movies?"

"As little as I can, but more than I'd like," said Richard. He almost spilled the glass when Dwight seized his wrist as hard as he could.

"Don't!" said Dwight.

"Don't what? Drink my scotch? Hard thing to say after all you've told me."

"No, I mean, don't think about it. Don't think about that night, and for the love of man, stop thinking about those movies." Dwight's eyes were wide as he talked. "A genie has been let out of the bottle here, one neither of us can control. Now that we know the secret, our thoughts could be dangerous. Whatever you do, don't think about it. I'm afraid of what will happen if we do. The reach and the scope of this power is infinite. Next time, if we're not careful, we might have real monsters on our hands."

Richard finished his drink. "You realize that the more you say that the harder it'll be for me not to think about it?"

"I know," said Dwight, standing and putting money on the bar. "It's the same way with me. Truth be told, I think it's already too late. But I thought the least I could do was warn you. For old time's sake. Be seeing you, Richard. Look after yourself. I think we all need it."

Dwight tipped his hat to Richard and walked out. Richard watched him go. He shook his head. "Damn crazy story," he said to himself. "Damn crazy. Don't believe a word of it, though."

He paid his half of the tab. As he stood he swayed drunkenly to one side, knocking over a wineglass, spilling its contents onto the man on the next stool. "Christ, I'm sorry!" he said. He grabbed a handful of napkins.

"Quite all right," said the stranger.

Richard began blotting the liquid soaking the man's dark clothes. "I'm a damn oaf when I drink," he said. "I hope that wasn't yours? Here, let me pay for it. I just hope I haven't ruined your—" Richard stopped and squinted through the alcoholic haze. "Your, um, cape?"

The stranger took his cape away from Richard, then stood, face to face with him. His bloodless lips curled back in a smile. Richard felt his heart stop.

"No," said the stranger. "It wasn't mine.

"I never drink...wine."



Creature Hunters



Juliette felt the heat from his body before she felt his cock touch her back. "I want to fuck you right here, Juliette... " he whispered. She shoved him backward. 

"Not now, Robert. We've got to track down this beastie... She smiled and continued forward. She glanced back. His cock was making a nice big tent in his tight suit. She smiled. She could feel the juices from her cunt soaking the inside of her own suit. She wanted to fuck him too, but first they needed to find this thing.

The jungle around them was hot. They wore the all climate, all terrain suites, the ACAT for short. The ACAT was a versatile thing, would warm the body when it needed it, and cool it down when it needed that. Of course it did not count on the hormonal changes of horny men... or women for that matter. She carried her laser rifle in one hand and the tracker in the other. Robert carried similar gear, except he also carried a pack with the necessary ration pills and water pills inside a waterproof, fireproof case.

Robert and Juliette were both terran, and they were on Rimian five tracking down a creature that had killed several colonists. Nasty beast, from the description of the eyewitnesses, at least five feet overall, with long teeth and claws, but it seemed something like squid or octopus that walked dry land... But it needed to die, since it had killed too many.

"I think I've got it, Rob!" she announced as they followed a trail down into a gully. "Hmm... keep up man... if you get killed we can't stop and fuck on the grass," she smiled back at him. 

They came down and past the Gully and toward a small pond, and on the other side, there was a cave. 

"There!" she announced, looking at the tracker. "That's where the signal ends." Robert nodded. "Looks like we're in for a swim... " Juliette shrugged and waded in, followed by Robert. He tucked the sensitive equipment in his bag. The laser rifles were waterproofed so they would be fine. 

They slowly swam toward the cave, keeping a watchful eye. They were about ten feet from it when Juliette felt something twine around her leg. She looked down and before she could do anything a long tentacle reached up and grabbed her rifle and then grabbed Roberts. Neither had time for anything more because there was a loud shrill sound, and the world went black.

They awoke in a darkened cave, lit only by one torch. Each one was completely stripped of clothes and laying on the floor. For a while they sat there, but after a few hours they seemed forgotten. They looked at each other, and Juliette saw the swelling of Robert's monster cock, at least a good nine inches in length about an inch and a half in girth. Ever since she'd seen that bad boy she'd wanted it sunk deep in her pussy.

"Well if we are going to die, lets die happy," she said and jumped onto him, pushing him back on the floor. She gave his cock a precursory suck and then rammed it into her dripping pussy, making a wet sound as she did. "Oh GOD!" she moaned. "It's fucking huge!" She began propelling herself up and down on it, moaning the entire while. Robert couldn't believe how tight her hole was.

Then around then they heard a low voice. "So that is how human mating is done... " 

Juliette stopped mid thrust and looked around, and Robert sat up. A great tentacle like the one that grabbed them in the water wrapped around each of their waists and pulled them apart. Two huge eyes appeared in the darkness. "Lets see... "

There appeared something else, but it wasn't like the strong muscular tentacle that held them suspended, this one was larger, at least as big around as Juliette's forearm. Then another appeared, and another, and another... 

"What are you?" Juliette said with a quivering voice. 

"An experimenter, a pleasure seeker... "

Suddenly tentacles grasped Juliette's ankles and her legs were spread wide apart. Her body was bent so that if she had been on the floor she would have almost been sitting in a splits position. She watched as one of the thick tentacles or cocks or whatever they were slithered toward her and then forced its way painfully into her cunt and then further until it met the back of her. She moaned because despite the pain... there was some pleasure to it. She'd never been filled this full before.

"And what is this?" the voice said and another one came toward her. She felt something like fingers probing her ass hole. 

"Leave that alone... that's not for that!" Then she felt the fingers pulling her ass open, wider and wider and she felt one of the same things that had invader her cunt force its way even more painfully into her ass as far as it could go... then they just stopped.

"Oh my that feels wonderful... and now you... you don't have this wet part but you do have the tight part... " 

Robert began to fight as he was flipped over, his face down to the floor, and his ass facing Juliette. "No!" he screamed as another of the strong, thick probes rammed into his virginal rectum. There was still one remaining.

"Hmm... only seems fair she got two, so you get two, lets see... here... " and it snatched around and rammed into his mouth. Everything was still and silent. "My what feelings... now for the full range of pleasure."

At the same moment every one of the tentacles began ramming back and forth into Juliette and Robert. They were hard and thick and would pull almost all the way out and then ram back in as hard as they could, finding a deep-set rhythm. 

"Oh... " the voice said. 

Juliette felt like she was going to explode, the thick probes filling her cunt and ass and then pulling out. Despite the pain, the friction was amazing, and they were so thick that her clitoris was just barely being stimulated... but it was enough... 

Robert felt the great probes throttling in and out of his ass and throat, and then couldn't help but note his cock had swelled larger than it had ever been and the position he was in let his cock tip just rub against the body of the tentacle that ran up between his legs to his ass. 

"Ah... I must feel these orgasms you have... " the voice said and Juliette felt something spring out of the thing that was pummeling her pussy and begin massaging her clit, hard and fast. 

She began to moan. "Oh god... oh god... stop... stop... don't... stop... " she moaned. Robert found a thin pliable tentacle grew out and wrapped about the shaft of his cock and another around his balls. 

"Ohm... " he moaned in ecstasy against the probe in his mouth as the tentacle began to slowly stroke him off. Juliette's moans came to a fever pitch as she felt and watched. Soon Robert felt his body tense and a stream of white cum spat from his cock. His body twitched as the force filled him. 

"Hmm... " the voice said. Juliette could hold it no longer, her whole body was on fire and she began to buck against the tentacles in her body as her orgasm came, and the rhythm didn't break in the slightest and her orgasm lasted longer than anything she'd ever felt. "Oh... there you are," the voice whispered. Then, each of the four tentacles exploded on their own, filling their respective holes with a thick and viscous sticky substance. Then, all four retreated, and Juliette and Robert were placed on the floor.

"Very good... I think I'll keep you two. To fuck whenever I desire. Oh, and I'll expect you to fuck each other for me and my son to watch. And now, speaking of my son, it's his turn." A huge five-foot across creature that did look like a squid, came from the darkness and looked at them with large eyes. Then a creature just like it, only at least twenty feet in size stepped out. 

"Yes, my son, fuck them... don't kill them like the others. Murder is fun, but sex... especially this kind... is even better... " 

Then large tentacles snaked out and grasped both of them once more...



Creature In the Night



Just think of Jennifer being on the beach walking alone one night wearing her leather two piece bikini. As she passes by the mouth of a cave she hears a squeal from within. Moments later as entering the mouth of the cavern to see if she can still hear anything, her flashlight goes out. Instantly Jennifer is knocked to the floor and her hands wrapped tightly together and bound over head to the wall, as she struggles a rough hand reaches out from the darkest shadows and touches her face. In her moment of fear Jennifer faints dead away. 

As she shakes the cobwebs out of her head suddenly she feel big rough hands tugging off her bottoms and slipping their way into her. His hands while rough and his nails long and sharp probe her depths as Jennifer struggles with what is happening in her own mind. 

She feels the coarseness of his hands but also the delicate manner in which he touches her. Gruff at once, but yet at the same time taking deliberate time so as his nails do not harm her insides. Her pink, clenching muscles deep inside welcome the intrusion even if her mind hasn't completely come to realize the danger of the situation. Jennifer has always liked it rough but even at this moment when she is getting just that, she still doesn't know who the fingers belong to. He curls them as he rolls her over and lets only his thumb remain. As she tries to twist away his other hand in pinning her down, as it presses into the small of her back. 

Suddenly just as she feels revulsion pass through her mind, Jennifer feels his thumb doing something exquisite, it rubs and manipulates the spongy spot just inside the mouth of her sex on the inner walls. He strokes it continuously with his thumb grinding it down and pressing against Jennifer's inner walls making her cry out, as her body trembles. She has been given orgasms before but this is proving most intense. 

"Why?" she cries out, her body writing and yet needing a answer. 

"Because you have entered what was Mine and now I have entered what is yours slut," the voice responds. 

As quickly as the fingers have invaded her wet moist cavern of desire, they slip away. She feel herself hoisted effortlessly over the man/creature's shoulder and totter on the brink of passing out again. 

As her eyes open for the second time this evening dazed from the blow that sent her reeling to the floor Jennifer realizes just where it is he has taken her, an old abandoned motel, having lived around here for a long time and haunted some of these places with her friends late at night to steal away and smoke a joint or two and have a few shots of tequila. 

As Jennifer's eyes adjust to the dim light she sees the figure, veiled in shadows before her. His intentions aren't known but the dampness between her legs makes her think that he has possibly fingered or fucked her by now because her juices are flowing down her thighs. 

"Ahhh the pretty dark one is awake," he says in a low grumble. In a flash his lips are upon her neck and his cock jutting against her naked areolas. The tip presses and rubs against her nipples as he crouches over the chair and bites hungrily into the flesh of her neck. His rough hands eagerly seeking warm depths in which to sink. 

She finds herself protesting but still opening her thighs in arousal. This putrid smelling man is as strong as an ox and determined to devour nothing less than her soul, she thinks. As Jennifer spreads her thighs his incisors tear into her neck and make the blood trickle down her breasts. Her nipples become hard at once and suddenly her mouth is watering and her breath catches in her throat. 

As he laps at the trickle of blood her suddenly feel his weight shift away from her. His big hand locks on her jaw and squeezes forcing her mouth open. She wants to protest what's about to happen but once again her body betrays her. 

As his thick cock presses against her tongue her wrap it around him and close her lips encircling his meaty prick. His hands fly to her hair and he fucks her mouth harder and faster. His guttural moans only fuel her on more. Jennifer loses herself in the moment and can only think of consuming his fleshy wand as it invades and fills her mouth. 

Swallow after swallow she tastes the leaking precum from his cock. Jennifer's pussy grows even more moist and she starts rubbing her thighs together to create a little pleasurable friction. He reaches down and tugs on her nipples forcing her to open her mouth at first to the pain. As her open her mouth he presses the full length of his shaft into her mouth and the tip rushes past her gag reflex and into her throat. Gulping to try and catch air her throat muscles contract around the tip of his tool and set of a steady stream of pulsing cum shots down her gullet. 

As soon as he has finished her, he spreads her legs apart again and hefts her over his shoulder. Tossing her onto an old mattress he immediately pounces. Covering her body with his and raking his long unkempt nails down her flesh. The nails seem to be talon like, and she feels the trickles of blood flow from where he has scratched and torn the flesh open. His mouth covers the wounds as he thrusts into her. Claiming her body as his own vessel of pleasure once again. 

Jennifer's wet pussy easily accepts him and she no longer care what is about to happen or is happening just reaching her own screaming climax before she finds out if she was brought here to die. His pulsed and shot deep inside Jennifer's tight center and still he thrust inside her and she can feel the intensity he is using to show her how animal like he really was. 

His cock pounds inside her and his talon like nails press into the hood of her clit as he fumbles to manipulate her body to orgasm. Jennifer's clit pulses in time with his thrusts and despite the fact that she should be crying rape, she finds herself wrapping her ankles around his hips and thumping her heels on his ass spurring him to fuck her deeper and faster. If he is going to treat her like a slut she is determined to act like one. 

As he slides deeper into her wet depths her feel his hand reaching around and squeezing her ass. Her impulse is to clench and prevent any backdoor intrusion but Jennifer finds herself once again lulled into obedience and without him having to remove his cock from her wetness, she manipulates her body so that she is on her hands and knees in front of him impaled by his cock. 

He leans over and tugs her hair hard and then pushes it aside as he sniffs the scent of her hair and blood mixed together. His tongue snakes out and her now feel a definite split to his tongue, it's almost snakelike. In that instant her cunt contracts around his massive member and she feels the orgasm rush through her body. She reaches down to stroke her own clit as he pounds her and finds herself reaching beneath to cup his balls. 

As she teases them both with her hands her face is pressed into the musty mattress and his hand suddenly comes down and cracks her across her tender ass. 

"Oh fuck yes," she moans into the makeshift bed. 

Her pussy is quivering from the abuse and she feels lightheaded from the loss of blood. But still she continues to grind her hips back and stimulate the two of them as best she can in her hand bound position. 

Again he takes her by surprise as he slips a wet finger into her asshole. Jennifer was so relaxed from cumming that the invasion wasn't even on her mind, just the pleasurable feeling as his finger stimulates nerve endings inside her rectum. 

Her ass is now on fire and her cunt juices flowing freely. In a few seconds he barks out a command that she doesn't understand at all and she freezes for the moment. Again the command comes but she is still having no ideas of understanding. His cock withdraws leaving her pussy gaping and begging for attention. That is until she feels his finger leave her ass and suddenly his cock is pressing deep within her bowels. 

No fighting no struggle just taking what he knows is his. Jennifer reacts as she always has when getting fucked in the ass, slamming her hips back and fingering herself as whatever man above pounds her. As viciously as it started he pulls out and rolls her over. He grabs her jaw and forces it open again and in her unalert state she allows this to happen. 

His cum shoots out and splashes over her lips and down her neck as she moans and writhes in her pleasure. 

Hours later she awakens in the cave, bound once again. As she opens her eyes she sees the thing that has taken her stooping beneath the low cavern walls. The firelight silhouettes him perfectly. He is as big as an ox, naked covered in front by thick patches of hair. His profile shows her a huge man and her know now that the legends are true. 

But still there are unanswered questions. Is he a vampire, a freak mutated somehow. She just don't know yet... Perhaps one day she will, but the only thing her know now is that there is another fire in this room that needs no stoking at all... it only needs to be put out. She opens her mouth and calls out, "I'm ready you fucking hideous beast, do your worst to me or free me." 

He turned to Jennifer and cocked his head, strange animal like at the least. Then her see it that huge cock dangling in front of her face just as he reaches to undo her bindings. The last instinct she has is to please him because he has now claimed her soul. She knows this as she opens her eyes one final time before he slips between her thighs and Jennifer sees the contents of the cavern better now that her eyes have adjusted. 

Along the back wall is a pile of skeletons and mismatched bones. Finally as he pushes his cock into her once more she turns her head and sees two other beauties with feral eyes glaring at her from their places on the wall. Each has long scratch marks and scars down the length of her body and finally once winks and flicks out her serpent like tongue. She knows now for sure that she is lost to the outside world. She will either be converted or suffer a worse fate. 

Finally this monstrous man speaks to her and not at her, "Little dark one, I have taken you because you entered my domain, I am not a creature as your mind must think by now. I am simply a man that grew tired of all the day to day bullshit in the world and decided to slip away into this dark cavern. The tongues, I know you have noticed by now that each of us here have splits in them, this is my way of marking what is mine. It's erotic once it heals and adds to my lapping between a woman's legs and her tongue teasing my cock." 

He took a deep breath before continuing, "I also must say the bones around the room are animals, and some human, occasionally someone will venture to far inside this place of dwelling and try to harm me or what is mine. That is the only time I kill. Then or to eat. Other than that you are safe, but you won't be leaving now even if I let you up. I have fulfilled your desires, without you even knowing they were there before hand. I know that you are alone and have watched you and your so called friends many a night wander this beach and that hotel. You always separate yourself from the group and I know you are the loner I want to share my time with." 

Closing her eyes she pushes all that aside as his fangs bite into her flesh again and his cock throbs deep within. She is his for whatever use he may have of her, that is the only certainty now... 

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