by E M Beastly
It was a monstrous 'Kama Sutra.' It showed her every possible sexual deed and position that could be done between a man and woman. Then it added many more with the combination of monsters and beasts. It showed the many ways those with serpentine bodies could coil around their mates. They could constrict around their companions waists and bosoms while allowing her to rub and feel his scales with unconstrained hands. They squeezed sensually around those petite bodies with their overwhelming monstrous forms. Letting throbbing and thrusting cocks be felt through her whole body as it pressed tightly against her spine and ribs.
Other types of monsters with wings could take their mates into the air, while others tied them down onto massive webs made of silk. Yet, the most taboo of all were the beasts that did not have the humanoid shapes like the others. These were the ones that were more beast than man. Admittedly, they were beasts not of this earth, such as the unicorn or majestic qilin. To Genie that did not make the images any more palatable, especially when her light reached the center of the moving images to come upon the central masterpiece. There she saw herself with such a similar creature. An equine creature of the night, a nightmare, but he was no mare. He was a great nightmarish stallion whose mighty, black cock penetrated her image. His anatomy was all wrong, but matched what she had seen and felt in the dark. He looked bony and had far too human looking expressions in his demonic face. His eyes glowed, his grin unnaturally wide and there was something fluid about his form that did not make sense.
Still, it did not matter. It was herself she saw in the image on the wall and that upset her greatly. Not only was it a warning of what was to happen if she stayed here, it also told the history of all those who had been in this house before her. This was because her mother's image was on the wall next to her own. She was embracing that satyr looking goat creature just as Genie had seen them do in her mother's room.
The Sex Scenes are Real
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Her sister was safe for now. Genie had been in the basement again, but had not been the victim of a monstrous scene. She did not know how she had gotten down there, but while there, she made some discoveries of her own: Discoveries not unlike the ones Heather had seen on the TV.
Genie had also given her the details of what she had seen with their mother. Heather believed it, how could she not? Oddly, she found herself not wanting to share any of the things she had discovered from the television. She even went so far as to lie about the reason she had been watching the television after her sister came rushing from out of the basement to find her and tell her everything she had just witnessed. She did not know if Genie believed in her lie, her sister was too frantic and upset over her own concerns.
They had left the house in the middle of the night, and traveled to a nearby friend's house. Heather knew that would not be something they could sustain. Eventually they had to return home or do something else. Genie wanted to flee; to get as far away as fast as she could. Heather was not as ill affected by these calamities as her sister was. She wanted answers to her burning and aroused curiosity. She was willing to take the risks of seeing herself next on the television with some unnatural beast. Strangely, with all the video content she had seen with the big smiling man and his throbbing phallus, she was ashamed to admit to herself that maybe she wanted it. None of this she discussed with her sister. She only agreed that there was something wrong with the house, and that something dwelt there that had plans for them.
Heather eventually convinced Genie that they needed to return for their mother's sake. Perhaps she could be saved from whatever had compelled her to lay with that goatish thing that Genie claimed she had seen her with. That brought Heather's mind to witchcraft and magical rites of passage. She had never believed in such things before, but if her mother was now a witch...
"Is this her way of indoctrinating her children into the coven?" she had to wonder. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
There were so many questions. She had to return even if Genie did not want to, that was fine for her. Genie was eighteen; she could do whatever she wanted. As for herself, she was going to stay and investigate further. Maybe she could get another taste of that electric tongue that had assaulted her.
"Just a little fun from the ghastly demons would be alright," she thought shamefully.
The television was ready to abide. Almost immediately, it greeted her back with images of lust. She was always alone of course; it would only do these things when she was alone. She never had to worry about anyone finding out or interrupting because it knew when to turn itself off or change the channel. It now began to speak to her. That ever-smiling face addressed her personally, and then replied when she addressed him back. His face engulfed the screen when it talked to her. He was just a pair of eyes with slit pupils, a nose, and a wickedly wide, carnivorous toothed grin. It was not the face of a human, but the face of a grinning cat and a mischievous one at that.
He admitted and verified everything her sister had said about their mother, even showed her on the TV screen. Heather was uncomfortable seeing her mother naked and in the throes of lust with some monstrous goat headed beast. The haunting voice from the screen cooed and coaxed her to open the eyes on her scowling face and turn her head to see. When she dared to open them just a little, she realized she had seen this scene before. Though the beast was a monstrous and hairy black monstrosity and the woman her mother, Heather knew she had saw these exact motions many times before. It was the same swirling motions of the tongue, the same lubricating and polishing of his pulsing shaft. Hell, she even remembered the veins making the same shapes and patterns on his cock as the one she had seen before with the pornographic couple.
Every action was the same as she had seen before, only this time it was her mother and this devil. How she remembered everything so well was beyond her, she just knew she had seen this all before. Her fascination outweighed her disgust. She kept watching with rising interest to verify her beliefs. The more she witnessed the more she was certain it had to be.
It gave her a thought, one that the smiling face would neither confirm nor deny. She concluded that what she had seen must have been a glimpse into the future. That is why her sister was still safe and had yet to embrace the darkness in the throes of lust. She asked the face to again show her more. When her sister wasn't around to witness, it showed her again the carnal deeds he had in store. It was the same show she seen before. The same equine monster in the dark was ravaging her sister. It bucked and snorted while making all sorts of hauntingly hellish noises. Her sister was pinned beneath his powerful form. Only glimpses and flashes on the dark screen gave Heather any suggestion to his deep penetration into her sister's body. At one point, it did allow her to see the bulge in her sister's abdomen. Like and alien organism it stretched her skin around its enormity. Nonetheless, these were only glimpses, Heather still was denied from viewing any monstrous sized anomaly from inserting itself between the vaginal lips of any wanting damsel.
The face on the TV became her obsession. She pleaded with it daily to show her what she wanted to see. She cared not what her sister feared, and for that, they grew distant. Her sister would soon be taken by the haunted dark; the smiling face showed her this. It showed her many other things as well. The history of the house and its many other occupants, each one came to face their own lusty demons. Some were willing, while others took more coaxing. There were wolves and lizard like things. Some had strange cocks of weird shapes and sizes. Heather became instantly fascinated about how they too would pry open their female host and what pleasure they would bring inside their bodies. Yet, the smiling face would always show up to interrupt the best parts. Heather complained and whined, but the face would only smile. Sometimes an electric shock reached out of the screen to punish her when she became overly whiny or argumentatively insistent: For Heather these were the best parts of her show. The electric lashing gave her such a tingle, which made her nipples get hard and tender. Heather knew her fate, and wanted him to show it to her much
like he had shown her other family’s fate.
The Cat face on the screen only smiled like it always did and said, "Wait your turn. Your sister comes first, even if she does cause us a delay with her unwillingness."
"What do you imply?" She asked. "That I help you somehow? Will the creature that haunts the dark take me as well?"
The face again smiled and said, "One thing at time. Now bring her back to us would you please."
It was dark again. Heather could hear her mother upstairs. It was obvious what she was doing and who she was with. She could have the smiling face show her if she wished, but then he would only tease her again with suggestive camera angles and oral sex; always denying her the right to see the penetration she yearned to experience. She thought about joining her mother, but was afraid.
So she picked up the phone and called her sister who had run away. She told her how she was afraid, how she had been right about the house and how she was in danger. She told her she needed to come quickly to save her before it was too late. When she felt she had convinced her sister to come back home, Heather found herself a hammer, some boards and some nails. She locked what she could, leaving only a single path through that old haunted house. When she was satisfied, she turned off the lights and waited for her sister to return.
Run Away,
It's a Trap!
* * *
There was no escaping it. He was in this whole town. The darkness haunted her even while she hid from it at a friend’s house. It was a temporary solution, but she could no longer stay in her own home when she knew what plans it had for her. She did not know how or why, but her mother was the organizer of those plans; the darkness told her so.
She would not tell her friend Jennifer. Originally, she thought her friend would not believe her; it was a wild story after all. Therefore, she lied that there was family troubles at home. Now, with the darkness persisting to tease her, there are hints that Jennifer is part of whatever is going on. The more she paid attention the more she saw it all around this town. Maybe she was just paranoid, maybe she was going crazy, but there was a great deal of dark wilderness between all the homes and businesses of this small town. She had been so distracted by the darkness inside her home that she did not pay attention to the darkness all around it. She remembered the spiraling images of monstrous lust. The scenes and streets of this town seemed to match them perfectly. All she needed was the townsfolk naked and fucking one another in its wild places to complete the scene.
"Slowly it will all change," the darkness whispered in her ear. "You will come to join your kind, your heritage. You cannot escape what you are. That is why your mother brought you here. You will embrace us. You will embrace me. For that is what you do, that is what we are!"
This and other things the creature that haunted her would whisper when she was in these dark places alone. It did not even need to be nighttime anymore, any shadowed area would do, especially those close to the trees and green wilds that every house rubbed against.
Her friend Jennifer and her family tried to coax her to return home. They kept telling her own family was waiting for her. It was becoming obvious that they were just trying to trick her. The shadows were around everything and everyone. She could almost make out the equine demon watching her from a corner as they she tried to tell her to return.
She did not know what to do. Genie did not want to leave her sister behind. She was the only one she trusted, and the only one that understood her to some degree. Besides that, she was the only one she had left to turn to in this terrible town. Yet, what of her sister, was it too late for her? They had gotten into a fight. Heather wanted to stay and help their mother. She thought she could be saved, or that they could do something to fight back. Yet, Heather did not deal with the darkness like Genie did; it did not haunt Heather or threaten to do those things to her body like it wanted to do to Genie's.
The dark equine beast told her that if she came back it would take her. He knew that she would try to fight back against him. He said they always did when they were uncertain about what lies in the dark. He said that it would all get better when his massive phallus would evade her body, for it would only cause her great pleasure.
"Don't be afraid of the dark," he insisted, "Just because it is mysterious doesn't mean it is out to get you. Embrace it, and find new treasures there."
"Why?" she would yell at it, "Why do I have to? Why can't you just leave me alone?"
"You cannot escape what is out there. You cannot escape what you are, or what exists. You dabble with it in your stories already. Now you need to fully give in and embrace your fanciful dreaming."
Genie did not understand him, nor cared to try. Primordial fear was all she would allow herself to understand. She could only escape its grasp if she got away from here. Yet, she could not bring herself to go alone. If only her sister knew her fear. If she did then it would be easier to convince her that they should leave together without looking back. Then they could figure things out.
For three days she heard nothing from her sister, even when she tried to call home and renegotiate with Heather over their disagreement. It was on the evening of the third day, just when she was about to give up and make her escape from this taboo town, when she finally received the call. Her sister was in distress, and as much as she feared for her, Genie felt it was about time that her sister understood her. Now if she could only get over her own fears to go rescue her. Of course, these events occurred when night blanketed the town; casting menacing shadows in all the wild places that wanted to swallow it.
She planned to tell nobody, not Jennifer or any other who knew her in this town. She would slip in quickly and grab her sister, and then swiftly leave just as fast. She would take the family car; her mother would not need it anymore. Not while she decided to stay here and be with that thing. She would just need to find the car keys.
“Why can’t this happen in the daytime?” she asked herself as she stealthily made her way out of Jennifer’s home. She was glad to escape from there. Perhaps, her paranoia was getting the best of her. Jennifer was such a good friend. Before all these events began to happen, she had been the one who had encouraged her to write more. Jennifer pushed and encouraged her to write saucy tales of erotic romance, and at the start of it all, it seemed like harmless fun to explore her sexuality through the strokes of a pen. Extreme perversions on paper seemed like innocent adventures back then. Now she had seen those images all over the walls where men turned into savage beasts. Then there was the creature that haunted her, and she knew very well that it wanted to make those erotic stories come true.
Jennifer only seemed to encourage those ideas further. Even now, during Genie's times of fear and distress, her words of friendly comfort seemed only to imply that she sided with the dark beast. She wanted Genie to continue to write. "It would make you feel better", or, "it will distract you from you woes", she would go on to say. She seemed sincere, but Genie wasn't so sure. No matter, if she could just get her sister and the keys to her mother's car, then maybe she could escape even those dark suggestions.
Monsters Gone Wild
* * *
It was done. She almost could not believe she had helped this house take her sister for its own lusty desires. Her sister had fought in horror against what was done to her, but the prophecy was fulfilled now.
Her sister never saw her betray her. All she did was set up the path that Genie would take when she arrived after she called her, nay tricked her with a false cry of distress. She locked doors and boarded up windows to force her sister down a single pathway when she arrived. She then hid and let the darkness do the rest. The darkness hid her from sight, so her sister never knew she was there watching. However, the darkness knew she was watching, and it continued to tease and taunt her by not showing her what she wanted to see.
Just like all those other times she had seen it on the television, the night creature pinned her sister down between his black hooves. He was too mighty for her to fig
ht off. His monstrous jaws ripped off Genie's clothes in one mighty swoop. After taking away her pants and underwear in his teeth, he proceeded to go down on her orally to stop her from fighting so much. The angle of the view was familiar to Heather, but the intensity was new. Her sister jolted against the intensity of the pleasure like someone being awakened with ice water from his or her sleep. She had let out such a laboring cry; one that sobbed out not wanting the alien experience to feel so good.
Heather could only find herself being jealous of her sister, and she grabbed her own privates to stimulate an intense orgasm for herself. Of course, it was not anywhere as good. That was ok; she really just wanted to see that monstrosity put his cock into her sister. At first, she could see the dangling meat quite well in the dark. It hung down between his legs like a hanging obsidian pillar. Its silhouette was so black that it contrasted against the rest of the darkness surrounding it almost as if it was sunshine glowing from behind it. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen, bigger than even the monstrosities she had seen on the television, and it excited her more than them as well.
Yet, as said, the house did not want her to see and continued to hide these things. The darkness wrapped itself like a blanket around their naughty union. Heather wanted to cry out in protest, but dared not to interrupt what the house had preordained, nor did she want her sister to see her there watching in hungry anticipation. Then she thought, maybe the house wanted her to join in, maybe that was the intention all along. Heather seriously thought about doing that. Then she would truly get to see and experience that which she hungered for.