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Tangled

By: flamekitten



Free at last, Hannah thought as the door clicked shut. It had been nearly a month since she'd had any private time, and she was well overdue. Having just moved to the city, she was staying with her best friend's brother and his roommate until she saved enough for a deposit for a place of her own. They were very kind to let her stay, but she was staying on the couch and had no door to close. Plus, Dan and Craig were both rather fine male specimens. 

The past month had been a build-up of hormones for Hannah. As much as she'd like to hook up with either Dan or Craig, she didn't want to jeopordize her friendship with the only two people she really knew in this town. Plus, she wouldn't even know who to pick, if she had to. Dan was kind and had great taste in music. He was a daredevil extreme athlete: snowboarding, BMX bikes, rock climbing, you name it, he did it. He was the more classically handsome of the two, clean-cut and ripped, with short blond hair and the jaw line of a model. Craig was the intellectual: a brooding philosopher and a writer, he was never without a witty remark or insightful solution. He had shaggy dark hair and a charming smile, and was a little taller and leaner than Dan.

The duo was on their way out of town for a mutual friend's wedding. They would be gone until late the next day, and as much as Hannah liked having them around, she was getting tired of the shower-head massager. She liked variety.

So, not ten minutes after they'd said good-bye, Hannah was ready. She had the sofa pulled out into a bed, and had stripped out of her clothes except for her sheer black stockings. Lying on her back with her legs spread wide, she dropped a few drops of massage oil between her pussy lips and slowly rubbed it in, watching her reflection in the picture window opposite her. She did not bother to close the drapes, as they were the only occupants on the third floor, the top floor. Plus, it was still daylight, so no one far away could see in.

She watched her finger slip over and around her clit as the little nub grew swollen and hard. "Mmm," she moaned for herself, sliding her middle finger into her vagina, drawing it out, and plunging two more in. She worked her clit with her left hand and finger fucked herself with her right, the tension in her body building higher, but she did not want to rush it. 

Hannah liked the look of herself sprawled there, her pussy clearly glistening. Her breasts were nice and round and firm, just like her ass. She loved the look of her creamy thighs, and wished she had more hands with which to pet herself. "Oooooh," she plunged three fingers into her aching kitty, and raised her hips to penetrate as deeply as she could. 

It was a tease, she needed more. She cursed having left her toys with her ex. Hurriedly, she got up and went to the kitchen, where she found what she was looking for. Back on the bed, she resumed her position.

She stroked her clit side to side, steady, and reached for a cucumber. It was long and narrow, and cold from being refridgerated. She used it to stroke her clit, causing another audible gasp, and slowly pushed it up inside of her. "Aaah," she sighed and lovingly pulled and pushed the vegetable in and out of her very wet cunt. 

She reached into the bowl beside her and grabbed an ice cube. At first, the cold on her nipples was too much to bear, but as they adjusted, they became hard and taut and very sensitive. Hannah pinched her rock hard nipples as she fucked herself with the cucumber, a little faster now, not too fast, steady, oh, steady, yes, she was on the verge of cumming, but she stopped herself. She wanted a treat, today.

Her hands found the massage oil and treated her finger to a good squirt. Then, her knees bent and back arched, she reached between her legs to slip her finger into her asshole. She pushed it in good, and rubbed the oil around. Reaching to her side again, she found the carrot, and slowly worked it deep into her ass. 

"MMMmmm," she loved being filled from both sides, and returned to stroking her clit with her left hand. The cucumber in her pussy was lodged deep and comfortable, stationary, as she reached down to fuck her well-lubed ass with the skinnier carrot. She loved pushing it all the way in, where the head was thickest, and wished she had brought another cucumber, instead. 

Her steady rhythm got faster as she got wetter and hotter. As much as she enjoyed seeing her reflection, being filled in such a way looked so nasty, so hot, she had to lie back and close her eyes and enjoy the sensation of her swollen clit and stuffed body, "Oh, god," she moaned and stroked herself harder, "Yes!" she cried as the carrot dipped so deep within her it could almost taste the cucumber, "Mmm MMMmmmm OOOHHHHH," she panted and moaned, so close.

So loud were her cries that she did not hear the sound of footfalls on the stairs outside, nor did she see her roommates outside the picture window, watching her. "Oh, God!" Craig whispered, though not a religious man, he was clearly overwhelmed by the miracle before him. 

"Sweet Jesus," echoed Dan. Both the boys were hard as rocks in an instant, watching the sweet, beautiful Hannah impale herself forcefully with vegetables. She was moaning like it were the best sex ever, and the boys had a short, whispered conference.

Hannah was rocking her own world so hard, with the patience of a saint. She knew she could have cum many times over by now, but she also knew that the longer the build-up, the stronger the orgasm. She was aiming to knock herself out, by the looks of it. She hadn't even heard the boys come in the front door, though, of course, they were being as quiet as possible, until both were securely inside, and the door shut.

"Oh, OH, OOHHH," Hannah panted, her fingers rocking steady, her cunt dripping. She paused in her moans to pant a bit.

"Need some help with that?" Dan asked.

Bam, Hannah shot straight up, clutching her arms around her in a modesty that was far too late.

"Um," she said, reaching for her sheets, which she was conviently on top of.

Craig gave her a wry smile. "Please don't be embarrassed, Hannah. You're sexy. That's wonderful."

The heat in Hannah's cheeks spread through her whole body. She was relatively inexperienced, with other people, that is, and while she considered herself a very sexually liberated woman, she was still a shy, sweet girl on the outside.

"The question is," Craig continued, "should we let you finish this alone? Dan and I, we're your friends. And friends like to help each other out," he explained, and Dan nodded in agreement.

A shy smile spread over Hannah's bent down face, wondering if they had yet seen her special salad. They probably had. And they were hot. And they wanted her.

"Why don't you lie down, Hannah?" Dan asked.

For some reason, it was easier for her to comply than to give a verbal answer, so she did as told, the tops of the vegetables protruding slightly into view. 

"Will you stroke yourself while we get undressed?" Craig asked, a sweet eager need in his voice.

Hannah bit her lower lip and reached down to her clit, which she massaged slowly while breathing heavy. They guys did not take their eyes off her as they peeled out of their clothes in record time.

They knelt, one on either side, next to her. Dan wasted no time and began licking her still rock-hard nipple. "Aaaah," she moaned, immediately grateful for the offer of help.

Craig slid lower and gently removed the cucumber, and set it aside. He did the same with the carrot. He put his palms on her inner thighs, so sweet and creamy, he caressed them softly, working his way up, she gasped when his thumbs hit the crease between her thighs and her pubic mound.

Dan was on to licking and sucking her nipples. He had an incredibly well trained mouth. While sucking, he could lick, and as his mouth withdrew, he could squeeze the very tip between his lips in a mild pinch. She tried to reach around and stroke his cock, but Dan lifted his mouth long enough to say, "no, honey, you lay back. This is all about you, now." And then, he returned to bath her breasts in his saliva.

When Craig's finger swept up through her pussy lips the first time, he found a very wet hole indeed. It was so warm and sweet he wanted to delve right into it, right then, like an animal, but he restrained himself. He contented himself to stroke her in much the same way she had stroked herself. With one hand, he teased her clit, and with the other, he finger-fucked her.

He couldn't believe how tight her pussy was after seeing that cucumber in her, but there it was, it felt snug around his two fingers. He twisted his fingers in her as he pumped them in and out, and Hannah was purring like a wildcat. Craig growled himself in response, then repositioned himself so that he could use his tongue on her. 

She was nearly over the edge in minutes. Between panting, bucking, moaning and crying, Craig and Dan had gushing as she never had before. When her cries got load and steady, they guys held out to the rhythm and let her ride it out in all its delicious glory.

When the spasms had subsided, they guys continued to nip and suck on her, though more gently. Hannah had made up her mind to speak.

"I want both of you. To fuck me. At the same time."

After the dumbfounded second that followed, Hannah added. "Please?" And the boys both got a mighty grin out of that.

Dan laid on his back, and Hannah mounted him like a cowgirl. She slowly lowered herself onto his long shaft, and sat on him, without motion, as Craig readied her ass with another coating of oil. Dan's cock in her pussy was a snug tease, while Craig's finger slid around her ass. Craig's dick was not only long, but thick as well, and Hannah was a little nervous about this, but wanted it desperetly anyway. This was a long time fantasy of hers, and she wasn't going to give up on it now.

Craig placed his hands on her shoulders, and said softly into her ear, "don't worry, I won't hurt you." Then he guided the tip of his rigid cock into her anus, and slowly impaled her. She gasped as his balls slapped her skin, and again, when he slowly withdrew, to begin the wave-like rhythm between the three of them.

Hannah had never felt so good in all her life. As Craig withdrew, Dan would press deeper, and she would keep the pace between them. Though she wanted it to last forever, it was so incredible, so hot, that before long, they were bucking and pounding and fucking as if it were the last day on earth. Hannah moaned without abaondon, so loud that the next block could probably hear her, and the guys grunts were getting deeper and louder and Hannah took the lead, "Please, fuck me," she panted, "fuck me hard," and they did. "Oooh, God, OOOOHHH, MMMmMMmm, Yes, Cum in me, Yes, Yes YES!"

They were ramming into her so hard now, so fast and deep that it almost hurt, and there she was, spilling juice out of her cunt as Dan was pumping her tight little pussy full of cum, as Craig was shooting load after load up her asshole. They all shuddered together, rode a few waves back to shore, and fell down, on top of each other, stunned.

They lay like that for a few minutes, just catching their breath. Then, Craig kissed the small of her back, and withdrew himself, allowing Hannah to kiss Dan's forehead and dismount. There was an awkward silence between them all.

"Um, thanks," Hannah said, with a shy smile, which got Dan and Craig to grin, too.

"Hey, anytime," Dan said, kidding in his voice, maybe not kidding in his mind. 

"No, thank you," Craig said, earnestly, to Hannah, of course. The girl was astute enough to know that the bulk of the tension was now between the boys, who had likely never been in a sexual situation together before. Even though they hadn't touched, she sensed that they had crossed a threshold in their friendship and weren't quite sure how to be about it.

Hannah bit her lower lip, with a sly grin, and looked back at them, "so, aren't you guys supposed to be at a wedding?" she asked.

This had apparently been forgotten as the glazed-over look suddenly vanished from their faces. "Uh, yeah. I forgot my dress shoes," Dan said sheepishly.

Hannah nodded. "Well, I don't want you guys late on my account. Go, have fun this weekend. We can talk when you get back, okay?"

"Yeah, cool," Dan said. 

"Of course," Craig replied.

They dressed almost as quickly as they had undressed, got the shoes, and said good-bye again.

Hannah laid back onto the bed and sighed. She kept her vegetable friends nearby, just in case.

Tangled



She was alone.

In a dark, creepy, old, abandoned museum.

The storm rumbled breaking the heavy silence. Vanessa jumped and let out a shriek as she lost her balance and fell backward landing hard on the cold, dusty floor.

"Ow!" she cried out as a throbbing pain shot up through her hips and into her body.

How the hell did she get talked into coming in this creepy place she thought. Furthermore, who's idea was it that they split up and play hide and seek. Vanessa sighed as she immediately knew the answer.

Frank and Justine.

"Okay okay, the road was flooded I'll give them that," she muttered to herself as she got back to her feet. "And it was cold and raining and this place seemed a better shelter than Frank's beat up old van.

Vanessa dusted herself off and checked the small light brown leather bag that held her medicine inside. Unzipping it and quickly checking for anything broken inside, she breathed a sigh of relief when the bottles and syringes looked intact. 

"Thank goodness. Last thing I need is to have an attack while I'm stuck here," she reminded herself. "Now where could Cooper and the others be hiding?"

"Cooper....Frank...Justine...Bradley....anybody?" she called out.

Her voice getting drowned out by the rumbling thunder and rain of the storm storm. She walked around the wax statues and glass exhibits that filled the room.

Thunder boomed from outside and the room seemed to shake. Vanessa braced herself on a wax statue of Genghis Khan.

Even though it looked dry, the surface of the statue felt cold and slimy to her hands. Vanessa's stomach crawled and she let go of the thing as soon as she felt steady enough.

"Eww" she said disgusted.

She wiped her hands on the front of her black tuxedo jacket that made up her magician costume. It was supposed to be a replica of what Zatanna, a magician super heroine from her favorite comics looked like. Unfortunately none of her friends had gotten the reference.

She and her friends were supposed to be at a costume party to celebrate Halloween. Unfortunately, the party as in the next state over.

None of them had the money for all of them to fly. The only alternative was a long, boring road trip in the back of Frank's old van.

Everything was going fine until Frank decided to go on a back road detour and get them lost. Even worse when a wicked thunderstorm came out of no where and rained out the roads.

They spent hours looking for shelter from the storm. Frank's van was not equipped with heat and the cold began to seep into the interior of the van making it ll the more uncomfortable. Especially since everyone had put on their costumes to wear that day.

Vanessa had thought that was the extent of their troubles but she would have been wrong. 

Frank had brought along his new girlfriend, Justine.

She was none too pleased with the fact that she, like everyone else, was cold however unlike everyone else, she felt the cold, the storm and the whole trip was entirely Frank's fault and had no problems yelling and complaining how she deserved better in his ear.

To Frank's credit, he took it like a man and just kept driving while Justine kept complaining and accusing Frank of being totally incompetent.

Nothing but wheat fields, and open pastures for miles. Then the van stopped suddenly. Cooper looked out the small window on the side of the van.

Outside stood an old, rundown two story wax museum that had been condemned but had apparently not been deemed fit for demolition. Some of the windows were boarded up.

Graffiti the faded gray brick walls in various places. Tall weeds and grasses had overtaken the cracked pavement that had at one time served as a walkway to the front door. 

Frank was the one that suggested they break in. Everyone else thought it a bad idea. But then the alternative was to stay out in the van all night and freeze or even worse be stuck listening to Justine's incessant bitching.

And no one wanted that.

As a group the five friends jumped out of the van and ran across the sprawling overgrown lawn through the cold, pounding rain to the front of the museum. By the time all of them had reached the grimy, glass double doors, they were all drenched head to toe.

Luckily the doors were unlocked.

Once inside, they took time to shake off and squeeze out as much of the cold and rain out of their clothes. 

The grey sky lightened the the gloom of the lobby somewhat. They could see a little ways past the front desk that was long devoid of any greeter or tour supervisor.

It got considerably darker past the desk and into the actual museum. There were no lights visible of any kind which indicated that the power had long been turned off. with the heavy darkness inside and the storm outside, the place seemed very creepy and ominous.

This of course did not deter Frank who quickly decided they should split up and explore the museum for signs of a generator.

That was over an hour ago. Vanessa wrapped her arms around herself as she still felt cold in her outfit. She had on black shorts but they were very thin and offered no protection the cold rain.

Her hair was still dripping wet and she could not stop shaving even though inside the building was warmer.

Her white corset style shirt covered her mid section and most of her breasts though it did reveal more towards the top and left her feeling chills.

The short, black briefs and fishnet stockings did little to help either as they revealed her entire thigh all the way down to her knee where the tops of her wet leather boots started.

She felt chills run all over her body every step as she went room to room looking for her friends. She soon came to a set of double doors labeled Celebrity Exhibit.

Moving through the doors, she hoped to find a sign of someone she knew. Right as she took her first step into the room, Vanessa felt something sticky cling to her face. It took her a few moments to realize she'd walked into patch of cobwebs.

"Ecckk" she cried out, clawing and batting away the webs from her face.

Except for the occasional lightning flash, the whole place was pitch black. It was hard just trying to make out what was in front of her much less avoiding hazards.

Vanessa struggled a few more moments pulling the remnants of the webs out of her hair and from her face. She spit on the floor a few times thinking she'd gotten some in her mouth.

"I hate old museums!" she complained, "when I find you Frank I'm going to kill you!"

Her boots thudded against the musty, dust covered floor as she stumbled and felt her way through the room. She could see the shapes of statues in the darkness.

At least she hoped they were statues.Vanessa shuddered again as she stepped carefully around each exhibit. The only comfort she had was the feeling of her leather tote as it brushed against her side when she walked.

Lightning flashed through a set of windows set high up on the wall. From the sudden burst, she could see a small doorway at the other end of the room. Hurriedly, she dashed to the door way as quickly as she could.

Just as she passed the last wax statue, the side of her foot caught the edge of the bottom of the stand. Vanessa felt herself losing balance but couldn't halt her forward momentum and fell forward.

She managed together hands up to cushion the impact from her face. Her body landed with a hard thud. She lay there face down in the floor a moment, making sure she was alright.

Her legs were in a jumble, entwined with each other. Besides the initial ache of the fall she felt no pain or injury. Slowly she pushed herself off the floor to her knees to examine herself further. 

Looking over herself, Vanessa found no bruises or scratches. She wiggled her feet and discovered to her relief she hadn't sprained an ankle. Getting to one knee, she reached down to grab the strap of her bag.

Her face turned from relief to horror as she lifted the bag and heard the distinct crackle and tinkle sound of broken glass.

"No....oh shit..shit..No..please don't be broken.." 

Vanessa pleaded with the bag as she grabbed the zipper with trembling fingers and pulled it open and looked inside. All five of the glass syringes were broken somewhere and the small bottle that held her medicine was cracked.

The fluid had leaked out and absorbed into the bottom of the bag. Vanessa held the empty bottom of the little container woefully. 

"no..no ..no No!" her whisper grew to a scream as she realized what had happened.

The bag must have went under her when she fell. She must have landed on it. She threw the now useless bag and its contents to the floor as she panicked.

Her mind whirled and spun as she tried to think of what to do. Her right hand hand to keep brushing her long brown hair out of her face as she shook.

What if she got sick while stuck here in this run down museum? She hugged herself tighter at the thought.

Vanessa cringed as she remembered the last time she had been without her medicine. She'd gotten very ill. Almost to the point she thought she was dying.

Ever since she was little she had had to take these injections or else she would get weak, and dizzy and the excruciating pain that came with the illness would rack her body. It felt like she was being ripped apart from the inside.

Doctors had told her parents it was something wrong in her body. Some sort of enzyme or chemical in her body was missing from her genetic make up they had said. It was some rare form of diabetes.

Of course the medicine had kept the illness at bay but now she had lost her only way of keeping the pain at bay. Now she was on her own.

Her only option was to find her friends and get the fuck out of here. Vanessa forced herself to calm down as she rose to her feet. She made herself breath slow breaths as she walked through the doorway and into a long, narrow hall.

She followed the path using her hand to feel along the walls in the darkness. The hallway took numerous turns. Lefts and rights. Her gut went cold and began knotting in on itself as she began to feel more and more lost

"Cooper...Frank...guys..where are you?" She called out frantically.

Her hand pressed to the wall as she went. she was beginning to lose hope entirely when she spotted a dim light up ahead. A soft yellowish light was bobbing slightly as it moved in front of her. 

Vanessa sped up her pace, though was careful not to run in long boots for fear she might actually trip and break a leg this time.

"Coop is that you?" she asked when she got closer to light.

She could make out a person in the dim light. they were holding a candle. their back was turned to her and going further down the hall. She couldn't really tell who it was in the gloomy hall.

"Cooper?" she whispered.

She gently put a hand on the their shoulder. Who ever it was freaked out at her touch and jerked away and turned around sharply. For a brief second, Vanessa saw the familiar green face paint on the person's face.

It was Cooper. She recognized the paint form his Frankenstein costume. His eyes were wide and he was shaking in fright. She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around cooper's neck ecstatic that she'd found someone. 

"Coop!" she exclaimed as she hugged him tightly.

Cooper was still shocked from the initial scare and dropped his candle tot he floor as an unknown person suddenly jumped at him out of the dark and grabbed him tight around the shoulders and neck.

He went tense with fear thinking he was being attacked. It took Cooper a few moments for the voice to register in his ears before he calmed down. 

"V..Vanessa..y..you scared me.." his voice shaky as he was still trying to calm down.

His knees were clattering together as he stood there in the dark. The candle had gone out when he had dropped it. He smelled honey and vanilla perfume as Vanessa's body pressed to his.

Her cheek brushed against his face as she leaned in. He blushed and had to force his body to calm down this time from and impending erection. When he finally stopped shaking, he let his arms wrap around her in a gentle hug.

"I'm so glad I found you Coop," she said, her voice cracking like she was on the verge of tears. "I got lost and I don't have my medicine..I was afraid..."

Cooper hugged her tighter and let her head rest on his shoulder. He was happy for once in his life he was a short guy and that he and Vanessa were almost the same height.

It made tight hugs and cuddling that much more enjoyable. His hand caressed her back gently trying to comfort her then he gently broke the hug and took her hands in his.

"Well you did okay finding me. I know where Brad and Justine are. Though I was out looking for Frank when I got lost," he explained. "Come on I'll take you to Brad and Justine and then we can get the heck out of here." 

"Sounds great to me Coop." Vanessa replied.

She kept one hand tightly in his as she followed him down the hall. He heard the smile in her voice and smiled back even though she probably couldn't see him in the dark.

"It's just a long ass hall really. They're in the next room." Cooper told her as they made the way along the corridor. Thunder could be heard distantly through the walls as they went.

They soon came upon another doorway. Light spilled out of the door and greeted Cooper and Vanessa warmly. She looked around wondering where all the light had come from.

Replicas of medieval torches that lined the walls were lit bathing the room in a warm, orange light. Brad was sitting at a small oak table that was covered in an old map that was supposed to be of Camelot. 

His white wig had been soaked and hug loosely to the top of his head and his fake white mustache and goatee half hung from his face. The rain had melted away the adhesive he'd applied.

With his white jacket, white pants, and matching shoes he was supposed to be Mark Twain but the rain had gone and ruined it and now he just looked like a sad, soaked Colonel Sanders. The look on Brad's face as he looked up from the table to them told Vanessa he was aware of how he looked and was not thrilled one bit.

Brad smiled a little seeing Cooper and Vanessa though that smile soon turned to a scowl as he turned his head back and yelled over his shoulder.

"Coop found Vanessa Justine...She's okay!" Brad called.

"I told you he would you dumb ass." Justine answered back harshly. Brad shot her an angry stare.

Justine was always saying something mean to someone. The only reason they'd let her tag along was that she was Frank's girlfriend. Vanessa couldn't understand why Justine had to be so mean all the time.

She was pretty, and very tall. Her long, impossibly smooth and soft hair was the envy of many of the girls back at home. Not to mention Justine's nineteen inch legs that made men drool over her every day all day.

Honestly if her attitude had not scared everyone else away except for frank who was also an asshole, Justine could have had any man she wanted.

Vanessa stepped up to stand at Cooper's side. She decided before it got too heated between Brad and and Justine she had better ask what was on her mind.

"Where's Frank?"

Brad looked back to Vanessa. The sudden anger disappeared from his face and was replaced by confusion. He shrugged and his wig slid off the back of his head to the floor revealing his natural brown locks.

"Dammit!" Brad cursed.

Annoyed, he leaned back and grabbed the soaked wig, which looked more like a wet fur ball, and placed it back on his head rather sloppily.

Vanessa had to put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from giggling. Cooper turned his attention to her. He had a wide grin on his face too.

She could see the lousy Grey satin collar Coop had buttoned around his neck that had a fake die cast bolt on either side to give the appearance of the bolt coming out of his neck. His gray coat collar somewhat hid it, but if you looked close enough like Vanessa was now, you could easily see it.

Cooper shrugged then both turned their attention to the rest of the room as Justine walked around one of the four stone pillars that stood in the middle of the room. 

Justine was dressed from head to toe in shining gold finery. Golden bracelets jangled from her wrists and ankles. A golden Egyptian style necklace inset with sparking fake gems covered most of her shoulders and her chest.

A turquoise dress, complete with a golden and bejeweled belt, covered her down to her waist which she had cut even shorter to reveal her long, slender legs.

Matching turquoise and gold earrings hung delicately from each ear. Egyptian style sandals covered her feet and partway up her ankles above the shin. A bright gold Egyptian head piece with a large ankh symbol in front rested on her pretty blond head.

Cooper was awestruck the second Justine stepped into view. His mouth was beginning to hang open and you could tell he was staring at her ample breasts and her long, curvy tanned legs. Vanessa and Brad were not impressed.

"Good thing we didn't decide to fly Justine would've never made it through the metal detector." Vanessa joked.

Justine's eyes narrowed to slits as she stared hard at Vanessa.

"At least I don't look like Houdini's hooker" Justine snapped back.

She turned and walked back around the pillar to the small table that Brad was sitting at and sat down in one of the other chairs.

"Oh, Can it Justine. You know she was just playing a harmless joke." Brad jumped in, seeing the hurt on Vanessa's face from Justine's remark 

"You know if it wasn't for Frank insisting you go, we would've left your frigid bitch ass at home." Bradley pointedly reminded her.

Justine's eyes widened and her hand struck Brad's face with a loud crack. Her eyes were shooting Brad daggers while he was reeling from the blow. He shot back Justine an equally deadly look. There was a big red mark across his cheek.

"Calm down guys. We need to find Frank and get out of here." Cooper said.

He rushed over to the table and put his arms out between Justine and Brad trying to put a barrier between them to keep each form jumping at the other. Vanessa watched carefully. She doubted Cooper could hold back Justine or Brad but she didn't disagree with the notion.

A sudden wave of nausea rolled over Vanessa and made her bowl over and grip her stomach tight. She could feel her insides sloshing around then tightening and contracting inside. Her guts felt like they were throbbing. She groaned and tried to breath slow deep breathes to relieve the sickness. 

Cooper and Brad must have heard her because she felt either of them standing right beside her, one hand of their on each of her shoulders.

"You alright?"Brad asked her.

He tried to get a look at Vanessa's face while she was bent over. Justine just rolled her eyes and rested her chin in her palm and turned away.Vanessa moaned as her stomach muscles clenched tightly.

"I..don't feel so good..." she answered through clenched teeth.

Brad looked down concerned for her, his hand stayed on her shoulder and she could feel him fingers rubbing her through her coat.

"Relax. Take a deep breath and relax Vanessa" Brad kept saying in a low tone while Cooper stood trying to think of what to do. Vanessa bit her lip to hold in a scream as she felt her guts twisting and moving. She felt herself getting warmer inside and out. 

"Coop..Did you bring her medicine she doesn't look so good" Brad asked.

He put his other hand across her forehead to check for a fever then made a disapproving noise and shook his head.

"She's really warm. did you bring her medicine from the car Cooper?" Brad asked again. 

"No..I didn't..She had it with her..I mean she brought it with her..I didn't see it on her in the hallway.." Cooper responded worried.

Justine sat with her back to them and rolled her eyes. "She's just doing that to scare you. She's fine"




Tangled



Brad turned to Justine shouted" Justine ..Just please shut up will you? She really is sick." 

"Whatever. She shouldn't have come then" she retorted.

Brad just shook his head, bite back his anger and turned back to focus on Vanessa, who was shaking in pain barely able to stand. Cooper had resorted to looking around the room to see if he could find the little pouch that she usually carried with her that had her medicine in it.

"I..I don't see it anywhere. stammered Cooper who looked really worried, frightened even for Vanessa.

They had never really been considered girlfriend and boyfriend but Cooper had always been close to Vanessa all through grade school and even through college.

All of them with the exception of Justine had practically grown up and gone to school together. Brad, Cooper and even Frank had looked after Vanessa at school when they were kids.

They had shared many classes together. They knew each others secrets and dreams even their aspirations after school. The four of them were about as close as four people could be. 

Cooper and Brad still looked after Vanessa and cared for one another even while Frank had slowly changed and became distant. They were like three peas in a pod, with Vanessa being the shy but pretty chick pea in the middle.

"I..I don't see it" Cooper repeated again.

"Well go find it!" Brad answered. Deep concern showed on his face as he did his best to comfort Vanessa.

He gently put his arms under Vanessa and picked her up in his arms and carried her over to sit in one of the chairs. Justine just continued to roll her eyes and disregard the whole situation. 

"My god, she's must be burning up" Brad exclaimed as he saw the new stains of sweat on his jacket where Vanessa's skin had touched it.

Vanessa couldn't contain the pain any more and screamed as she doubled over in the chair clenching her gut. Brad shivered and gulped looking terrified for his friend. All he could do was gently rub her back and whisper that things would be alright. Of course he knew it was a lie. Things were not alright.

Vanessa's screams echoed off the walls of the room and down the halls.The fire from her insides was spreading all over her body. She felt herself getting hotter, and hotter.

She felt like someone was pouring liquid metal through her entire body. Sweat beaded all along her forehead and arms and legs. She screamed again as she felt a sharp pain in her ribs . It felt like someone was using a crowbar inside her and pulling her ribs apart one by one.

Vanessa's howled in agony as she fell out of the chair and landed bowled over still on her knees. The sting from the scraps on her knees did't even register through agony she felt.

Justine jumped up to her feet and out of her chair. "OK..maybe she is sick," she conceded, "You should take her to a doctor Brad."

Brad's eyes narrowed and jaw clenched so tight his teeth made a grinding sound as he turned his frustration and anger on Justine. He bit off every word sharply, and precise as he spoke.

"The road is flooded. That's why we are in here Justine, You and fucking Frank dragged us down here!"  Justine visibly flinched and stepped back a step. Brad's burst of anger had struck through Justine's attitude. She gulped before she spoke. Though there was no fear in her voice she spoke with a more softer tone.

"Look we just wanted to go inside where it was warm . Besides you three chose to come in with us," she gestured to Vanessa," We had no idea she was gonna get sick."

Brad resisted the urge to just haul off and slap Justine's head off her shoulders. He sighed heavily. She was right. They had gone willingly after them. 

There was no way they could have known that Vanessa would be sick. She was always careful to take her medicine. She'd never gotten this bad before. Was it because of all the rain he wondered.

"It doesn't matter now.We can't go anywhere until the storms over and the water goes down." He said as calmly as he could.

Getting angry at Justine wouldn't help Vanessa or get her to a hospital any faster. 

Vanessa retched forward on her hands and knees. The cold floor doing little to douse her burning skin. Ragged coughs spilled out of her mouth along with spit and whatever else came up.

Justine covered her mouth as she watched Vanessa through up. "Oh that's..That's just gross."

Justine turned away as she felt her stomach lurch up into her chest. Her hand covered her mouth to hold back the bile rising in her throat. Brad ignored her as he did his best to comfort Vanessa.

Cooper came gasping and panting back into the room with a brown leather tote. Apparently he had run all the way back down the hall. It took him a good four or five breathes before he could speak.

"I..found ..her bag but the medicines all gone ...all broken inside.." he said between breaths.

He walked over and set the bag on the table.The broken glass crackled loudly. Cooper winced.

"Shit what are we supposed to do to help her?" Brad asked, looking up at him . Cooper's shoulders slumped. 

"I don't know. Only thing I have ever seen her use is that medicine." Cooper admitted helplessly.

Both men looked to each other at loss for either words or solutions. both grimaced as they watched their friend cringe, shake, and scream in agony. Her head dipped down and she threw up again. Blood lined her lips and leaked down her chin when her head leaned up towards them.

Justine ran from the sound of the girl vomiting and hid behind a pillar. She covered her mouth and tried not to think of what was going on.

Where the fuck was Frank? Why wasn't he here to get her away from this mess?

She wanted to be at a party and be admired by all those people not babysitting some sick little girl.

Vanessa pitched forth violently as her stomach began to churn and emptied it on the floor once more. All Brad and Cooper could do was watch in horror and try to console as best they could. Cooper took off his jacket and used it to wipe the sweat from her face and arms between her purges.

When she had finally finished and could lean back up, her white shirt was a green and red ruin of vomit and blood. Her jacket was soaked in feverish sweat and stuck to her body.

"Vanessa..you okay?" both men asked together.

Bradley took off his jacket and wiped the mess from around her mouth and chin while Cooper went and rifled through Justine's purse and got out a bottle of water.

He opened it and gently offered it to Vanessa's lips. She took it from him and gulped down the water thirstily. While she was occupied, Brad attempted to get her jacket off of her in an attempt to make her more comfortable.

Vanessa crushed the empty plastic bottle in her hand then threw it across the room in one swift motion. 

"Easy Vanessa. You need to take it easy." Cooper whispered to her.

"I...I'm...so.. hungry..." she replied weakly

Bradley had gotten most of her left arm out the sleeve when something inside Vanessa snapped. She bent over again in pain as both of them watched her writhe.

Their eyes widened as they heard loud snapping noises and cracking sounds came from within her body. It sounded like her bones were breaking. More screaming came from the girls throat. Shrieking, high pitched wails of pain and suffering resounded off the walls. 

Bradley looked at Cooper's face seeing it had gone pale with fear. he then looked to his arms and saw goosebumps all over. His skin crawled and the hairs on his neck rose. Something was terribly wrong.

Justine panicked and ran out the doorway on the other side of the room in fear. Her sandals made fading echoes down the hallway as she ran deeper into the dark recesses of the museum.

"Cooper, go after Justine, Make sure she's alright," Brad instructed, " I will stay with Vanessa."

Cooper nodded then turned and ran out of the room into the dark passageways that Justine had went. Bradley shook his head, feeling sorry for his friend and that he could do nothing to help her.

Vanessa continued to scream and howl as her body seemed to be reforming itself. Bones, muscles and organs moved, broke and shifted under her skin. Bradley did the only thing he could think of doing logically; he hugged her close and kept telling her things were going to be alright.

Vanessa responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing as hard as she could. Bradley thinking this was a good sign held her tight. She laid her head into his neck as she cried and trembled violently.

He could feel her lips right at his ear. She was speaking but he couldn't make it out from the loud crushing sounds of her body reshaping and the screams of pain.

"It's gonna be alright. You're gonna be okay. I'm right here. I'm here for you. you're gonna be fine." Bradley kept repeating.

Vanessa's grip became strangely tighter around Bradley's neck as she buried her face in his shoulder. He figured it was just a side effect of the pain she was in and didn't mean him harm. He felt her lips tickle his flesh as they moved. He could swear she was saying something but what?

He rubbed her back gently feeling her lips touch higher and higher up on the side of his neck. Was she kissing him? No, he must be imagining it.

Her arms wrapped tighter. Impossibly tighter. Brad felt himself being smothered against her almost.Something was wrong. Gently as he could, he tried to push away from her and break her grip. He groaned feeling her arms tighten even more.

"Vanessa..you..you're hurting me.." he groaned. Her hug was making it hard to breath, much less speak.

"I'm so sorry Brad," she sobbed, "I..I'm just so hungry..and..I hurt so much.."

"Well we can get you something to eat--" he began to say.

It was then she lifted her face from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. With all eight of hers.

Two sets of three small, green eyes looked at him from above each of her eyebrows. She blinked her eyes and each one blinked one after the other. His wig fell from his head as he just stared in stunned silence at his friend. 

"Vanessa..your eyes.."he stammered in shock and disbelief.

"What about my eyes?" she asked, tilting her head in a curious manner.

All eight eyes staring back at him, waiting for an answer. She smiled and it was then he saw something even more horrible. Her two front teeth had grown and elongated into sharp fangs. His eyes went wide with horror as realization hit him. His body trembled against hers as he once again tried to push away from her with all his strength.

"Vanessa..let me go..please..Vanessa," Bradley pleaded, pulling away as hard as he could, trying to get away from what once was his friend.

"I'm so hungry Brad...please..no...You..smell ..taste..so good..So.. hungry.."

A gap was widening between their bodies as brad kept squirming and struggling. He could feel her grip on him lessening. if he could just get out of her arms. If he could get out of reach of those fangs. He could get away if he just keep pushing with all his strength..

The thing that was Vanessa let out an inhuman screech noise as the sides of her chest began to bubble and pulsate. A loud , sick cracking sound ground into Brad's ears as four sharp claw like nubs burst out from her body.

The dark brown claws kept growing and getting longer. Two on each side,the claws now were more like legs. six feet in length each, brown covered in coarse dark hairs that ended in wicked, sharp points. 

Bradley's eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets as the Vanessa creature threw its head back and stretched out its new appendages. His efforts to break free renewed, his muscles pushing away and pulling to free himself form her embrace. 

Its head turned back to look at him with those eight green eyes and grinned. Her/Its fangs dripping with some translucent fluid.

"No..I..I..I 'm so hungry. You..can't go ...can't go.." It repeated, its voice a mixture of screeches and Vanessa's voice. 

Before Bradley could protest or resist, the creature's four legs wrapped around his body and pinned him against her body. He could feel the cloth remnants of her shirt and coat rub against him as well as her soft warm breasts and skin in places where her clothes had been torn away. the only things left to suggest she wore clothes were the pants, the stockings and strangely the boots.

"No Vanessa," Bradley wailed."what are you doing?"

His last words as the thing lashed out and sunk its venomous fangs into his shoulder and embedded them deep into his flesh. He could feel a cold numbness spreading through his shoulder and into his arm and chest. His muscles refused to work as he tried to move his arm, or do anything.

The sting of the bite felt like twin rail spikes being driven into his flesh. A cold, numbing wave of paralysis soon followed. His screams now joined echos of inhuman hisses of anticipation.

He tasted so good. His flesh. His muscles. His fat and tissues. All wonderful to her senses as she slowly pumped her poison and digestive enzymes into his body.

Her four limbs held him immobile against her, leaving her free to feed as she had wanted to for so very long. All eight eyes closed as one as she tasted him in her mouth and began inject digestive enzymes so that she could devour him.

Bradley could barely squirm, much less move as the toxin flowing through his body was making his muscles rigid and stiff. His vision was blurry, and each breath seemed harder then the last one. He screamed, helpless in her grip as his insides were slowly melting away and liquefying. 

His screams slowly died down as his paralyzed muscles became more and more tense and contracted, making his breathing more labored and ragged.

His last thoughts were of the times he, Cooper, Frank and Vanessa had shared together as kids. The times they had went to school and eventually graduating together.

Those were happier times, better times. He felt warmth grow inside him as he remembered those images in his mind. 

Then the toxin reached his heart and his memories and his thoughts faded to nothingness. 

His body stopped moving all together as the toxin had melted most of his internal organs away. His muscles still paralyzed kept his face in a perpetual mask of horror and agony as the last breath left Bradley's corpse. 

Vanessa hissed with absolute joy as she sucked in the liquefied remains of what used to be her friend. She felt her stomach finally start to fill.

Her mouth closed tighter and dug her fangs in deeper, gorging herself on his liquid life essence. His skin rippled and her body pulsated as the nourishment caused her body to begin changing further. 

Her fangs began to grow longer. her human teeth in the front row of her mouth began to fall out. She moans feeling her gums split as sharp, hooked fangs emerge to take the place of her old molars, bicuspids and incisors.

Her lower jaw snapped, popped out of place and began to reform as she continued to suck out and digest what was left of her first meal.

Her mind swam with pleasure at the sensation of her first real feed. Warm, invigorating energy pulses through her. her erogenous zones burned with a new found desire. She can't imagine why she ever denied herself in the first place.

"So good..More" she moaned.

All those doctors and her parents, they were wrong. She wasn't sick .No there was nothing wrong with her. Not now. The only thing wrong with her was denying herself fulfillment and bliss.

She felt her pussy clench and grow wet at the thought of feeding again and again. of fulfilling her most carnal urges. To fuck and to mate. 

That thought alone made a new wet spot form inside her black shorts. 

She released her grip on the now empty husk within her arms. Her fangs slipped back neatly from the once living flesh and went back into her mouth. In one graceful fluid motion she threw the empty corpse to the side and rose up and balanced herself on her longer, stronger arachnid limbs. They clicked against the stone with every step she took.

Her human legs dangled a foot or two from the ground as she went but Vanessa didn't seem to mind much. Her new legs seemed better suited for traveling and much faster.

Finding her clothing irritating, she tore off the tattered vestiges of her white corset shirt, leaving everything above her waist exposed.

She smiled as she started down the hallway. Her left hand played with her ample, full, size 38 c breasts as she continued down the darkened corridor. She needed a new male in order to mate. Her lips curled up into a wide smile as a thought occurred to her.

Cooper would do nicely.

"Justine" Cooper called out in a loud whisper, "Justine where are you?"

He had gone room to room and all the way up to the second floor looking for the often mean blond but had thus far found any sign of her in the dark rooms.

Each room he had been in had a particular theme to its occupants. One was a civil war tribute and held many wax incarnations Confederate as well as Union soldiers and their commanders, including one of Robert E. Lee. 

A more curious room included wax renditions of famous movie monsters such as Dracula, Frankenstein or the wolf man. Normally Cooper would've found them comical, but the darkness that hung over them a menacing feeling about them. The thunder and lightning brought on by the storm outside did not help Cooper's growing sense of unease.

He had already jumped twice from sudden crashes of thunder and lightning.

"Justine" he called out again as he went from room to room. 

He was beginning to give up looking for her. Besides, he honestly didn't care for Justine's attitude or how she treated people but he had been charged with finding her and he didn't want to go back empty handed. 

"Even if she's a total bitch," he muttered to himself as he passed a likeness of Gaucho Marks.

A distant echo of someone screaming stopped him cold. The hairs on his neck stood up and his already strained nerves threatened to snap.

He turned back towards the way he had come. A drop of cold sweat on his forehead began to slide down the side of Cooper's face cutting a line through his green face paint.

"What was that?" 

He held his breath and listened for the sound again but only a fresh peel of thunder answered. He exhaled as he turned the other way and started to take a step when something jumped out suddenly from the shadows.

His hands flew up instinctively in front of his face in defense of whatever it was. A shrill cry of fear left his lips as he tumbled back and landed on his butt hard on the floor. His eyes were wide with dread as he stared at the shadowy figure before him.

"You are such a fucking pussy Cooper," she said.

A burst of lightning flashed in from the high windows on the far wall revealing Justine as she was walking toward him. She shook her head as she stood over him still in her Egyptian costume.

Her hair still looked slightly wet from running through the storm earlier but apart from that she was every bit sexy and desirable in her outfit.

"I found you," he said as he got to his feet.

"Uh no dip shit I found you," Justine corrected him, "And you scream like a girl."

Cooper immediately averted his eyes in shame. His cheeks grew hot and turned red in embarrassment but Justine couldn't see it through the green paint. At least he hoped she couldn't. He managed to push his fear down in side him for a moment and look Justine in the eyes.

"Have you seen Frank?" she asked.

"No"

"Figures," she rolled her eyes.

"I was told to come find you so I have been going through this creepy museum looking for you," he informed her, "my nerves have been on edge with all these freaky wax statues. I did not expect you to come jumping out at me like that."

"You're still a fucking pussy Coop,"Justine reaffirmed with a snort of derision. She turned her nose up and put her hands at her hips to complete the insult.




Tangled



Cooper stared down at her feet, not offering any retort. A satisfied smile curled on her face at how easily she'd brought him down. She walked past him not even bothering to look behind to see if he was following.

"Wait, where are you going?" Cooper turned and started to follow.

"I'm going to find Frank. " she said replied, not even slowing as she went into the next room.

Cooper followed behind but Justine quickly disappeared into the darkness of the room. He heard a soft thump then a scream followed by a soft hiss the sound of Justine screaming. Cooper rushed forward, eyes darting left and right, trying to discern where she had gone.

Lightning flashed illuminating the room . In the burst of light, Cooper saw Justine on her back screaming fighting with someone on top of her. She was panicking and thrashing beneath whoever it was. At first he thought one of the wax replicas had fallen on her. Cooper moved closer to help. 

"Are you okay Justine?"he yelled.

He got about six feet from her when something large, black and alien looking landed right in his path between him and Justine. Cooper slid to a full stop as he was greeted by a familiar smile.

"Hello Cooper," Vanessa greeted him with a smile full of venomous fangs. 

Her arms, all four of them opened up as if inviting him to hug. Cooper's eyes bulged out of his skull in terror as he took in the sight that was his former friend. 

Her body from her head down was female but then at the waist the human parts ended. Her lower body was that of a giant spider. Her costume was gone replaced by a pair of spider like arms under her human arms.

Both sets reached for him as her more spider like lower legs propelled her forward. 

"V-Vanessa..W-w-what happened to you?" Cooper stammered. 

All eight of her striking green eyes stared directed back at him. A cold shiver ran up and down his spine as he felt her looking at, no looking through him like he was a meal rather than her friend.

Vanessa smiled wide revealing rows upon rows of sharp, hooked fangs. All of them glistened with some clean fluid he could only guess was her saliva. At least he hoped that's what it was. 

Cooper began to backpedal to avoid her getting to close. He thought about running but then he saw her segmented lower legs. Thick, powerful, covered in dark hairs and ended it sharp claws that stuck into the floor with each step she took toward him. He gulped, trying to form a plan within his terror stricken brain.

Vanessa- could he even call her that anymore?- hissed and kept her arms outstretched as she walked slowly towards him. Her human tongue licked along her lips slowly as if anticipating a meal. 

"Cooper what's a matter? Don't you like me anymore?" she hissed softly.

Her voice still the same, soft, friendly tone it had always been. He had to keep reminding himself that no matter how nice she sounded, Vanessa wasn't Vanessa anymore. More sweat beaded on his face, washing away more of the green paint.

"Stay back. Don't come any closer" Cooper warned.

he looked around for a place to hide or an exit. He did his best to sound unafraid. Justine was still screaming and squirming still underneath what looked like a body.

Vanessa's head fell back and she let out a wicked laugh that made his stomach turn to knots and go cold. His knees wobbled and threatened to buckle under him. Eight green eyes glowed back at him within the darkness as Vanessa drew closer. 

"Stay away"he repeated.

His arms still out in front of him as he kept back stepping. He didn't really think he could defend himself against those sharp claws of hers but he could't think of anything else to do.

He heard a thump noise somewhere behind the creature. Had Justine gotten free? Vanessa must have heard it as well and turned her attention away from him.

All eight eyes focused on Justine as she ran from the creature. It let out an angry hiss and chased after her.Justine got about seven steps away before the creature caught up with her. Its four long spider legs allowing it to move much faster that hers.

Justine almost got to the doors leading to the next room but Vanessa sprang on her, pouncing Justine onto her back. Justine screamed and brought her hands up to protect herself. 

It was a futile gesture as the thing that was Vanessa began to coat and wrap her up with streams of sticky silk. Justine screamed and squirmed underneath its black underbelly but every movement got her more and more entangled in the sticky, webs that shot from the spider's spinnerets. Soon her cries were muffled as she was smothered in a cocoon of silk.

Cooper watched helpless, too paralyzed by fear, to aid Justine. He just stood there petrified as the thing turned back to him. Its eyes were gleaming with hunger and its mouth gleamed with rows of sharp, deadly teeth. Vanessa rushed forward with abandon.

Cooper's flight instinct kicked in and he found himself running as fast as his legs could take him towards a set of heavy double doors He could hear the clicking sound of the things legs as it was no doubt close behind.

Oh shit gotta run. Gotta get to those doors. Lock them somehow. it's right behind me! Shit!

The doors got closer and closer. He heard a agitated hiss behind him but didn't look back .He pushed himself to run faster as he got closer to the doors.

Yes! Almost there he thought. Almost.. 

Cooper felt a searing pain in his right leg then he realized his leg wasn't even running but hung limply under him. His eyes went wide as he felt his feet were not touching the floor anymore. The doors seemed to come up rapidly as he was realized he was being flung towards the doors.

Cooper's body slammed hard against the doors, his ribs made a sickening crunch as his body was used to force open the doors violently. Pain shot through his face and all down to his wounded leg as he felt his body being turned around.

Blood trickled from his forehead and from his broken nose. There was a throbbing pain in his left arm as he tried to move. He screamed then all went black as he passed out from pain. 

His eyes opened slowly or at least his one eyes that wasn't swollen did. His body felt heavy and that he was laying down. His first thought was to get up.when he did he felt pain like a thousand red hot needles piercing through his body all at once.

He let out wails of agony until the pain subsided. When his awareness came back to him. he slowly looked around with his one good eye he began to take in his surroundings. 

He wasn't laying down. Upon closer inspection , he realized he was suspended in the door frame, wrapped heavily from his shoulders down to his waist in the same white, sticky webbing Justine had been.

His arms had been pinned to his sides. He could feel the tips of his feet barely touching the floor. He squirmed weakly but he was too hurt to move much in the strong web that was wrapped heavily around him. The heavy double doors were being kept open by more the same stuff.

He was then suddenly face to face with the creature as it came out of the darkness. His body tensed in surprise, sending new waves of torment through his injured body. His jaw clenched and his eyes winced shut in both agony and fear.

All eight glowing eyes fixed on him as the creature canted its head at an angle as if studying him. Her lips parted in a wicked grin, pleased that her prey had awoken.

She hissed in delight and began rubbing the female half of her body against him. leaning in close, she let out a hot breath along his neck .

Cooper forced his eye open as he felt her press against him. Her breath had made his skin crawl in revulsion. he let out a soft whimper of defeat as he realized his predicament.

There was noting he could do.He was trapped in her webs and even if he wasn't his body was too hurt to put up any semblance of a fight.

He was doomed. Cooper just accepted it. He was going to be eaten and that was that.

Vanessa began to moan as she rubbed more urgently against his prone form. Her hands quickly undid his pants and ripped them away with her claws. Cooper shrieked thinking she was cutting his legs to pieces. His cries were soon cut short as he soon realized this was not the case and her body began forcefully pressing against his waist.

She wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. Cooper howled in pain as all four of her arms squeezed his injured arm and made his cracked ribs press closer together. Vanessa moaned and shivered in anticipation, ignoring his cries of pain as she quickly positioned her dripping, open slit over his manhood and took him inside of her. 

Cooper's cries caught in his throat as he felt her wet, warm walls clench around his cock and pull him deeper within her. He could barely feel her breasts press against him through the thick silk that held him. Her head fell back as she began to roll her hips slowly at first, savoring the feel of his stiffening member inside her. 

Cooper's body shook with fear, pain and arousal. He couldn't help but become stiff and aroused within the slick, warm, pleasurable orifice of the creature even as his mind screamed at him in disgust as he grew hard within her wet center.

Vanessa began to breath harder as she redoubled her efforts. she could feel the warm, fulfilling sensation grow with each tightening squeeze. Her wet, tongue trailed along the tips of her fangs as she shuddered with pleasure. His cock felt so good inside her.

Shit thought Cooper as he felt the suction around his erection. In a sudden fit of panic, he tried to pull back out but her whole body seemed to tighten down to the base of his cock trapping it inside.

The suction he felt as her tube constricted made his cock swell. A loud, deep moan as a twitch deep within his loins informed his brain he was close to cumming.

"Vanessa," he whimpered.

Her pussy expanded, taking him deeper into her sloshing, warm depths.Her arms squeezed his body ever tighter as a massive shiver from within her core rippled through her. The warm, blissful feeling she felt when she fed began to fill her as she tensed and pulsated around his trapped member.

"Yes! OH Yes!...More!,"she moaned 

Her cries of pleasure drowned out his cries of anguish and suffering in her tightening embrace. All eight eyes closed in euphoric Ecstasy while her hips rocked back and forth, forcing the head of his member to strike her throbbing, wet, swollen bead.

Her claws began to dig into his sides as her body became stone still. Vanessa felt that warm, wonderful pleasure grow in her mind until it became a white hot ball of light that consumed her.

Cooper could do nothing but scream as the sharp, serrated ends of the creatures claws sunk slowly into his flesh. He wiggled helplessly like a fish on a hook as the jagged claws tore through his rib cage and impaling into his heart and lungs.

Even her nails were cutting deep lines into his neck and shoulders as the creatures grip tensed. Between each scream, his final gasps escaped his lungs as he came along with her.

A flood of numbness overcame him. his head fell forward into her soft, ample breast as his body surrendered to a pleasant, warm, everlasting slumber.

Vanessa's eyes finally opened several moments later when her body finally relaxed and began to calm from orgasm. Her now soaked inner flesh still contracted and milked the last vestiges of his seed into her awaiting womb as Cooper expired.

With some effort, she pulled free her front claws from his now lifeless body, carving ever deeper wounds into his flesh upon their exit. 

A deep, satisfied look came over her face as she pulled away, leaving the remnants of Cooper hanging still in the door frame.

She rubbed her now full belly contently as she went past the gutted, and hollow body of Frank and over to the bundle of silk on the floor that contained Justine. Her belly gurgled and rippled now full of eggs.

The creature that was once Vanessa laid over the trapped body of Justine and carefully cut away the strands of silk that covered the girl's face. 

Justine coughed and retched as she gasped for air. She couldn't move being still trapped under the layers of webbing but she could at least breath in fresh air. She greedily inhaled thinking Cooper or someone had cut away the silk and was going to free her.

"About fucking time you rescue me-" she started to complain.

Something soft,wet and alive pressed over and covered Justine's mouth before she could finish. Her eyes opened suddenly as she felt something like a fleshy tube force its way down her throat.

Justine's irritation turned to absolute horror as she could see the creature was smothering her with its orifice cutting off any oxygen. 

Justine's body squirmed left and right, still firmly trapped in the webs that held her. Her screams turned to chocking gasps as small, slimy, oval sacs were pushed down her throat into her body. 

She was beginning to black out from lack of breath as more and more of the eggs were pushed down her esophagus. Muffled , garbled noises were the only sounds that could make it past the blockage in her throat.

Her lungs burned for want of precious air. White foam dribbled from the corners of her mouth as she slowly suffocated. 

The light dimmed from her eyes as more eggs slithered down her windpipe. Her heart slowed from oxygen deprivation. Her body stopped squirming in its futile struggle and went completely limp.

Her last thought was of the party she would never attend. 

Vanessa smiled proud of herself as her inner muscles forced her eggs out and into Justine's body. 

The bitch would serve a purpose in life after all she thought. 

Vanessa rose up after the last of her eggs had left her womb and stepped aside to peer down into Justine's vacant eyes. 

A pang of sadness touches her heart as she turned to leave her offspring to mature and grow on their own.

She gave a silent goodbye to her offspring and skittered back into the darkness as the storm passed. 



Tangled



Hello I'm Ben Black, and I work in computer systems and I'm forty-seven years old and divorced. My daughter Cynthia who's twenty-one moved away to find work after finishing her masters in Physics. But now she is returning home and this is our story.

My mobile rang and from the contact picture I could see it was Cynthia my daughter. I answered it. 

"Hello Cynthia."

"Hello dad. How are you?" she enquired.

"I'm fine Cynthia. Its good to hear your voice my dear."

"Listen dad, I will be home tonight on the 11pm flight and could you pick me up?"

"Of course I can. I'm really looking forward to seeing you." 

"Thanks dad. See you soon. Love you. Bye." And she hung up.

I couldn't be happier my daughter was coming home and it had been ten long months since she moved away to work. And ironically it was ten years to the day since her mother Judy went off with a religious sect led by some bible thumping crazy pastor. But that's a whole different story.

I left the house a little after ten to make the airport in good time as I was eager to see Cynthia. She was the one good thing that came out of my marriage. I waited in arrivals for her plane to land and I had purchased a big bunch of flowers for her. Cynthia loved flowers, especially roses.

"Dad! Over here dad!" I heard Cynthia shout excitedly from the back of the exiting passengers. 

Dropping her cases she ran over and threw her arms around my neck giving me a massive hug.

"God I missed you dad," She said. Her eyes filled with tears of joy. "I missed you so so much."

"I missed you too my dear," I said. "I got you a little something on the way over." 

"Oh the roses are gorgeous dad," She replied. "You remembered dad. Thank you so much."

"How was the flight?" I enquire. "Fine, just fine dad." Came the reply. 

I grabbed her suitcases and we made our way back to the car and shortly after midnight we got home. AndI opened a bottle of wine I was saving and we chatted for a while as she filled me in on how her job was going. She explained how she had been transferred to a local university here.

"Isn't that great dad," She said enthusiastically. "I will need to move in for a bit until I get my own place. But I won't be in your hair that long." 

"Hold on, don't be silly," I said. "Your room is just as you left it. Stay as long as you like Cynthia. Hey, it will be nice to have a woman around the place again." I chuckled.

"Cool dad." She replied. And I carried her cases to her room and kissed her goodnight.

The following morning Cynthia was rushing around like a headless chicken.

"Bye dad, gotta go can I borrow the car?" she shouted from the living room.

"Ok!" I shouted from the kitchen before hearing the door slam and the car drive off. I sipped my morning coffee and thought it was nice to have my baby home. God look at the time I better get moving myself I thought. 

I jumped in for a shower and afterwards as I was passing Cynthia's room I stopped and looked in thinking how good it was to have my little girl back. I spotted some clothing in the middle of the floor just inside her door and thinking she dropped some laundry I picked it up. 

It was her underwear. Bright pink boy shorts size ten to be exact. Now for reasons I cannot explain I held them in front of me examining them. You could still see the faint outline of where her pussy had nestled in the crotch.

My cock started twitching as I became aroused by these knickers and before I knew it I had buried my nose in the crotch savouring the sweet scent of her body spray and pussy. My cock was now tenting through my jocks and a small wet patch was starting to show. 

God her scent is intoxicating I thought as I buried my nose in deeper in her knickers inhaling her sweet fragrance. Just then my conscience kicked in snapping me back to reality. 

These were my daughter's knickers I thought. I mean its wrong, very wrong. But my cock did not care as it craved relief and it had been a long long time since I had a scent this sweet in my nose. 

I dropped my jocks on the ground and lay back in her bed and placing her shorts on my nose I once more drifted into a pussy scented sexual delirium. I started to tug my cock as I deeply inhaled her scent.

Deeper and deeper I inhaled the scent of her pussy as I pressed my nose hard into the crotch. My balls ached and my cock oozed pre-cum. I was getting close to blowing my load now, so very close.

"Dad! Oh God dad!" The shocked sound of Cynthia's voice sent panic through my body. She had come back for some reason. Panicking I bolted upright and attempted to cover my shame with her knickers. 

"Oh God, I'm sorry Cynthia," I blurted out. "I'm Sorry you had to see me like this." But before I could say another word she was in front of me.

"Its ok dad," She said. "really its ok."

"Oh God," I whimpered. "I am so very very sorry." As I covered my face with my hands in shame.

"Its fine dad, please don't panic." She whispered. Kissing me gently on the head. 

"I know you are a man with desires just like every other man dad." she continued. "And I'm glad you like my scent."

"Oh Cynthia, go please. Just leave me alone," I pleaded. "I don't want you to see me like this."

"I want to help you dad," She said. "Its not like I haven't seen your cock before. Remember that time I walked into the shower?" She giggled. As she removed her knickers from my cock and tossed them to the floor. 

"You were only eleven then." I replied. "This is totally different. You are my daughter for fucks sake."

"Shush dad, Its ok." She said softly. Before taking my rigid shaft in her hand and without saying another word she licked its entire length. Her were lips sucking and savouring the head while she slowly licked my oozing pre-cum.

"Please stop Cynthia, please this is wrong." I groaned. Half heartedly. 

"Its ok dad, I don't mind. I really want to suck your cock. Just relax and let me take care of this." She replied smiling up at me with her big beautiful blue eyes. 

She continued to lick my cock and massage my balls. I watched as she ran her tongue up and down my shaft. Her tongue danced about the head of my very swollen cock. 

"God you are nice and big dad," She cooed. "I love how you taste." 

Swallowing my cock all the way to down to my balls again she sucked hard. Sweat rolled down my brow and I let out a long moan as I clinched the sheets hard in my hands.

"Fuck that's good Cynthia." I exclaimed. Yielding to this intense sexual moment. I closed my eyes and let my wonderful orgasm start to wash over me.

"Oh God, I am going to cum. Oh fuck Cynthia. Suck it, suck it hard" I urged. 

My balls tighten and they cried enough. The flood gates opened and my cock started to fill her mouth with cum. My heart was pounding like it would explode as I gasped for air. God my cock felt so good in her mouth and my sweet Cynthia had swallowed every bit of my load.

As the heat of my orgasm dissipated she continued to lick my cock as it went soft.

"There, I bet that feels better dad." She giggled. 

I was still breathless and speechless when she got up. My chest was heaving from the sexual effort.

"Got to go dad," She said smiling. " I just have to change something first." 

Lifting her skirt up she yanked off her knickers giving me a glimpse of her beautiful pussy. She pulled on another pair as she looked at me with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

"Here you go dad," She giggled as she tossed me her knickers. "They are a bit wet but I think you'll like them. And I'd like more of that later." She turned and left for work again.

I lay there on the bed in disbelief at what happened. I was sucked off by my own daughter and it was amazing. Jesus you are sick Ben I thought to myself and turning to get up I saw the panties she took off beside me. I picked them up and they were very wet and sticky with Cynthia's juices. 

I pressed my face into the crotch and it was still warm, her raw scent was incredible. Greedily I licked the wet sticky crotch savouring the taste of her nectar. My cock was starting to go hard again when I heard my phone ringing and I went to answer it.

It was work they wanted to know if I was ready with the project. I lied and said I need another day. Because the truth was I was mentally and physically wasted. And if they could see me standing here stark naked with my daughter's wet panties in my hand I would be sacked not to mention labelled a pervert. 

Again I buried my face in those wonderfully scented panties sucking and licking and savouring the last of her honey. I wrapped them around my cock and started to fuck her knickers. It didn't take long before my balls were pumping cum into the crotch. God it felt good, real good.

Staring at her cum filled shorts I was filled with a sense of deep remorse and revulsion. They were after all were my daughter's knickers. I tossed them into the washer and after the cycle had finished I placed them on the rack to dry and headed to the shower.

I must have been in there a while as I had lost all track of time. I checked my watch and it was 3:50pm. I dried off and got dressed and made a strong cup of coffee. And I sat down to try and make sense of what had transpired.

Clasping my forehead as I feverishly ran through the events of the morning a cold sweat broke out and a shiver went down my spine. God I thought to myself you are a pervert. Never ever in my wildest dreams had I thought of my baby like that before. How could I let it happen, Christ I could be arrested if it was discovered and I'll burn in Hell for this I thought.

My train of thought had been interrupted by my mobile ringing. It was Cynthia, and I let it ring out. She rang again and I answered.

"Hi dad, are you ok? You took a while to answer the phone" she asked.

"I'm ok Cynthia I was in the shower." 

"I may be late this evening with work so I will see you when I get in dad." 

"That's fine pet." I said.

"Dad I love you so very much." She replied.

"I know you do babe," I said. "I love you too." And she hung up.

I tried to watch TV but my mind kept wandering back to the morning's events. I rehearsed what I would say to Cynthia when she got home. How this was a horrible mistake and I would beg forgiveness from her and promise never to mention it again. 

But deep down in the darkest recesses of my soul I knew I wanted more. I wanted to lick my baby's Pussy and god how I wanted to fuck her brains out. Something dark had awoken inside me.

Cynthia got in about 10pm and I had made her some supper. I waited for her to finish eating before I spoke. 

"Listen Cynthia about this morning." I started. But before I could say another word she placed her fingers over my lips.

"Shush dad," She said. "Its fine really. I love you and that's all that matters." 

Taking her fingers away she placed her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I pulled her close my hands were all over her body. We kissed for what seemed an eternity before she breathlessly broke off from our embrace.

"God how I have wished for the longest time to be held in your arms and kissed like that dad. I love you so much." She said looking at me with those amazing deep blue eyes of hers.

"I love you too babe." I replied. Kissing her lightly on her soft neck.

"Why don't you head to bed dad," she said. "I'll tidy up here first." 

A few minutes later my door opened and there stood Cynthia completely naked. Removing her hairclip she shook out her long auburn hair. For a brief moment I saw my little girl standing there as she had done many times before on a stormy night asking to come into my bed.

But now my little girl had been transformed into a glorious example of womanhood, a goddess that would put Venus herself to shame. She had a devilish twinkle in her eyes as she lustfully stared at me. Placing her hands on her hips she spoke. "Did you think I'd forgotten dad?" I didn't reply.

I continued to savour her amazing body. God her breasts looked magnificent, they were about a firm 36B and they defied gravity as they proudly stuck out of her chest. Slowly I let my eyes wander down her well toned body. Her beautiful bulging pussy was clean shaven apart from a landing strip. 

Gliding across the room to the bed she climbed in and straddled my body lowering herself onto me. My erect cock pressed against her pussy. Slowly she started to rub her pussy along my shaft. I could feel she was already very wet as she coated my cock with her honey.

"Your cock feels wonderful dad," She purred. "Its nice and big, and hard." 

Leaning into me she pressed her lips to mine. I pulled her closer and as we kissed passionately our tongues danced in each other's mouths tasting, probing and savouring the moment.

"I love you pussy babe," I said. "It looks incredible and feels so wet." 

"Lick it, lick my pussy," She whispered in my ear. "I know you want to dad."

She moved her pussy over my face and I deeply inhaled her scent. A burst of electricity went through my entire body as I started to suck her sweet, sweet nectar from her pussy. She pressed harder to my lips and I gently kissed her soft folds before running my tongue along its entire length.

Moaning deeply she started to rock back and forth on my mouth grinding her pussy into my face. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could and she let out a deep long groan.

"God I am going to cum dad my pussy is on fire." She sighed. Her grinding became more urgent when suddenly she exclaimed. "Fuck I'm cumming dad, I'm cumming."

I could feel her pussy throbbing and my face was awash with her cum. I sucked her pussy hard swallowing all her sweet cum that I could. As the heat of her orgasm eased she kissed me passionately saying. "Dad I love you. God I'm crazy about you." 

I cradled her in my arms as she gently kissed my neck, she moved down again and placed her pussy on my hard cock. I could still feel her pussy pulsate as she slid up and down its entire length.

"That's so good babe." I whispered. And sitting up she grabbed my cock and placed the head between her soft folds. I watched as my engorged cockhead slid into her love nest and slowly she took me deep inside her. It felt like my cock was being enveloped in silk she was so wet and tight.

"Oh God dad your cock feels amazing inside. God its so big." She moaned as she bit her bottom lip. I started to suck her nipples and she moaned loudly as she started to ride my cock. "Fuck its good. I feel so full." She gasped. 

I could feel her juices running down my balls and down the crack of my ass. Never have I experienced love making as passionate or as wet as this.

"That's it babe, fuck my cock hard. God I love your pussy." I urged her as I squeezed her tits. "Its your Pussy now dad." She sighed. Her pussy clinched my cock hard as she continued to fuck me.

I started to thrust my cock into her driving it in as hard and far as I could. She gasped. "That's it dad fuck your girl, fuck me good." 

I could feel my balls tighten as they prepared to let loose. "I can feel you are nearly ready to cum, please cum inside me dad." She moaned.

"Jesus Cynthia I'm coming." I gasped. And grabbing her ass I drove my shaft in as deep as I could and my cock exploded into her pussy. Cynthia shrieked. "Oh yes dad fill my pussy, fill me up." Her pussy clinched my cock hard as it started to milk my balls dry.

Her pussy felt like it was on fire and moaning loudly she said. "I'm going to cum, Jesus I want to come right on your cock dad." And letting my cock slip out she started to grind her clit on its head. My balls were soaked with our love juices and I was in ecstasy, it was amazing.

I could feel her juices flowing onto my shaft as she continued to ride her orgasm on my cock. Smiling she leaned forward and gave me a long slow Kiss her chest heaving and covered in sweat.

"God." She gasped. "Hold me close dad." Nuzzling into me I could feel her pussy was throbbing with the heat of her orgasm and she was shaking from the intensity. "God I love you Dad, I love having your cum in my pussy." she said. Kissing her gently on her head I whispered "Thank you pet."

She lay there on top of me nuzzling into my neck gently kissing me. Her breasts pressed firmly to my heaving chest and her wet pussy pressed hard on my cock. I pulled her close and gently kissed her forehead.

"Fuck that was amazing dad." She whispered. "Was it like this with mum?" she enquired.

Her question caught me by surprise. What could I say but "No!" "It was never like this." I continued. "Your mother was very religious. And she really didn't like sex, especially this kind of sex."

"So how did she get pregnant with me?" she asked enquiringly as her fingers gently fondled my ear.

"Got her drunk." I said.

Lifting herself up she started to laugh. Her tits bounced all over the place as her laughter shook her body.

"You got her Drunk dad!" She giggled.

"Yep, rat arsed" I laughed. "I did it one night in frustration. And I fucked her brains out. And that's how you came about." I said.

"Boy was she fucking mad at me." I continued. "She hated being pregnant with you. But I was thrilled. And I was over the moon when you were born. You were most beautiful baby I ever saw."

"Aw dad, that's why I love you so much." She said.

"I love you too. God how I love you Cynthia my love." I replied. 

She snuggled her head back under my chin and we drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning around six am I was awoken by the sound of the shower, the smell of sex still hung heavy in the air and my cock and balls were still sticky from our love making. Cynthia called to me from the shower. "Come on dad, you need to wash the smell of sex off before work."

She popped her head out of the shower room and with a smirk on her face she said "You have to wash. And I'll take care of that too." She giggled pointing at my erect cock. 

I followed her into the shower. God her body was exquisite her ass was beautiful her breasts full and perky and that pussy. God it is incredible looking. She grabbed a washcloth and started to rub my chest and continued all the way to my erect cock.

Taking me in her mouth she licked and sucked my shaft, I moaned loudly and my breathing quickened as she continued to suck my cock. Standing back up she placed her arms around my neck and we kissed passionately. My hard cock pressed against her belly and Cynthia reached down and placed it between her legs and started rub her wet pussy along my shaft as we kissed.

Handing me a wash cloth she asked. "Will you wash my back dad please?" I grabbed the cloth and she spun around, god her ass looked amazing and I started to wash her back. "Oh that's feels so good dad." she said as I continued to wash down her back.

I let the cloth slowly reach her ass and I ran my fingers into her engorged pussy. She moaned loudly. I reached around grabbing her tits and squeezed them gently while kissing the back of her neck.

My cock dangled between the cheeks of her ass and she reached back and grabbed my cock and started to rub her pussy with it. "Put it in dad, I want it in my pussy." she pleaded.

I eased my cock into her tight pussy and God it felt good as she leaned forward and slowly pushed herself all the way down my shaft. I rubbed her back slowly as I started to fuck her pussy. "Oh Dad your cock is so hard." she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me hard. Show me how much you love me." She begged.

I quickened the pace and grabbing her hips I thrust my cock hard into her tight velvety pussy. "Fuck me, fuck me hard." She groaned urging me on. My balls were slapping against her as thrust after thrust became ever harder drawing long deep gasps from her quivering body.

"Jesus Christ." I said in a loud long groan. My balls began to pulsate as I rammed my cock home. My cum started to flood her pussy and it clinched my cock hard as it pumped into her.




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"Fill my pussy, fill me up dad." She groaned as I continued pound her tight pussy.

"Fuck dad, I'm cumming. God I'm cumming hard." She whimpered. 

Her whole body shook as her intense orgasm flowed through her body. I could feel her pussy pulsating and her cum running down my balls we both were out of breath.

Slowly I kissed the back of her neck and grabbed her tits "Fuck that was good babe. Thank you." I said. Still trying to catch my breath. She leaned her head back so we could kiss and breathing hard herself she gasped. "Fuck that was intense dad my pussy is on fire." 

My cock slipped out of her pussy and she spun round to kiss me and wrapping my arms around her I pulled her hot body close once more. Giggling she whispered into my ear. "We still have to wash the scent of sex off dad."

I smiled as I replied. "I love the smell of your scent." "Ha!" she laughed "Maybe so, but I don't think others will." Laughing we washed each other off and we dried and got dressed.

Cynthia was a vision of loveliness in her little black dress and heels, she grabbed me from behind and pressing her hand to my crotch she whispered into my ear "Thanks for that dad. I love you." I love you too babe." I replied. 

We left for work in the car stopping off first at her place. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before leaving the car. I drove onto my own job my body still glowing from our morning lovemaking.

And so ends chapter one of Tangled let me know what you think and thanks for reading it.