Erotic Phantasm

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Chapter Three

When he woke up he was lying flat on his back still, but the light was … different. Not the moonlight any more. He was … inside, perhaps?

He was in a cave somewhere?

He wasn’t sure.. but the rough dirt walls were glowing green from what looked like phosphorescent rocks scattered about on the floor.

He tried to move, and it felt as though ropes of steel were bound around his body. But his movement set off a bouncing as though he were on a trampoline. He saw filaments of silky rope catch the dim greenish light.

He was on ,,,, a SPIDERWEB???

What??

And then he saw the spider crawling toward him on the web. It was huge, at least three or four feet across.

Oh Lord please no, please please let this be a bad dream.

It scurried up his naked body with its hairy sticky legs until its massive trunk was resting on his chest

He started sobbing.

“Now let’s have none of that,” the spider said in a brisk female British voice.

It was Mary Poppins with eight legs…

Mary Poppins with Eight Legs

“No use crying, when you’re almost a dried husk as it is,” she continued. Those trees are always selling me a pig in a poke, they are! Here I pay for a nice juicy human and what do they deliver? One that they’ve practically drained of everything inside! Why, it’s highway robbery! What is this world coming to I ask you?”

Obviously a rhetorical question because she kept going without pausing.

“Well, there’s nothing to be done about it, I suppose. I’ve got babies hatching out any day now, and they need their nourishment.”

He was hallucinating. That was it.

“Please. Please.” he croaked hoarsely.

“Now, now! I would love to say this isn’t going to hurt a bit, but judging by the way you creatures scream after I start injecting you… Well I do have to speak my mind on that, now, don’t you know… It’s a bit RUDE in my book, screaming and carrying on like that, but at least the babies aren’t hatched out yet, so you won’t scare them, and I can go in the back room and shut the door and watch my stories.”

She started crawling over him, tsk-tsk’ing and muttering to herself, “Now… let’s see.. where should we start?”

Her legs held up his limp member and chuckled. “My my! THAT thing’s useless now isn’t it? Hmmm, I think I will start in the abdomen. There are still some organs in there I can digest… Not too close to the heart, mind you! I want it beating as long as possible while you liquefy inside for the babies!”

And with that, she began injecting her poison into his stomach – a hot liquid enzyme that would turn his internal organs to slush while he was still alive.

He started screaming.

It was a long, long time before he stopped.

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Finally when he could actually scream – a bloodcurdling scream that practically ripped his throat out – a root snaked up to his head and wrapped itself around his neck, tightening just enough to let him know that screaming was not a good thing.

Inch by inch he was drug back to the forest. The rustling and whispering of the trees became louder. The tree drug him to a clearing. She – and amazingly in some weird fantastical way, he did think of it as a she – she was smaller and more voluptuous than the other trees, only about maybe 10 feet or so high. The other trees towered over her, blocking out most of the sky. The moon was almost directly overhead though, and it shone through their waving rustling branches.

The Moon Watches

“Yesssss isssss gooood,” they repeated over and over. Roots snaked out all over his body, unbuttoning his shirt, undoing his belt, pulling off his pants.

Everything was pulled off until he was totally naked, staked out on the forest floor, held down by snaky, woody roots and vines. He whimpered, and then started sobbing.

Amazingly enough he had an erection.

Vines and roots wrapped around him, stroking him, pulling his legs apart, prying apart his ass cheeks, violating him, going inside him. They felt so hard, so rough. They kept pushing, pushing, in and out. Vines and roots wrapped around his throat, alternately choking and letting go, wrapping around his erect, throbbing cock, stroking roughly, squeezing and letting go, squeezing and letting go. And all the time, the trees were rustling, whispering, murmuring, “Yessss, that’sssss right… that’sssss goooood.”

Maybe it was because of his insane fear and sense of unreality, or maybe it was because of the amazing amount of lust coursing through his body in spite of his fear, but he could swear the trees were all becoming more feminine, more willowy and they swayed back and forth, letting the moonlight peep in through the leaves. The smaller one was, especially, as she bent forward, stroking him not only with her vines and roots and branches, but with her leaves…

And then he watch in both horror and excitement, as a hole opened up, about where her belly button might have been, had she been a belly-button sort of creature. She bent over and grabbed his erect cock with the lips of the hole and literally sucked it inside. He felt a living, warm pussy, full of sticky sap. It began massaging, sucking, caressing him. And he couldn’t help it… He exploded into her.

“Thank you, whatever Gods in Heaven there are,” he thought. “That’s obviously what they wanted, now maybe they will let me go.”

But no.

She was only the first.

They continued holding him down, fondling him, stroking him, anally raping him, until he would get hard again. And then another tree would be on top of him, sucking his cock into a sticky, sappy hole, riding him. Making him cum, over and over.

By the time he passed out, hours into the night, his penis felt like it was on fire. His body was bruised and beaten and bloody. And yet they kept right on…

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Chapter 2

She began to kiss him, tenderly at first, then almost ravenously. “I can hear your heart beating and it drives me insane with hunger,” she panted, grinding her fine lithe body up against his erection. He ran his hands up and down her, feeling the muscles coiled and tense, almost like a feral being about to spring.
For a moment, that frightened him. But then that edge of desire inside his belly grew and unfurled its wings – a hot, needy, deep-seated lust, one like he had not felt in a long long time. He started unzipping her dress.
She practically tore the clothes off him, kissing all over him, nibbling, pushing him down to his bed, pulling off his pants and briefs. Stripped down to nothing but her panties, she lay on top of him rubbing her heavy breasts against his chest. She pushed one of her large velvety nipples into his mouth, commanding him to suck on her. He felt as though his entire body was on fire now, his cock swollen and pounding against her wet panties. He could smell her sex, but underneath that, an odd smell, a sweetly rotting smell.
She pulled his hands above his head, and then bit on his earlobe hard enough to draw blood, hungrily lapping it up. It hurt like hell. He was not into pain at all, but oddly it turned him on even more to hear and feel her pointy little tongue nibbling and licking the blood that welled out.
Once again the fear came back, stronger this time. He was used to being the dominant one, a demanding lover. Once again, hot desire overcame his fear. Not only that, but… almost a lethargy. That was it – a lethargy where he had fallen into a deep well of her hunger and desire as well as his, and it simply didn’t seem worth the effort to crawl back out.
She nibbled and kissed down his throat, growling to herself as she licked it. He braced himself for another bite, but she worked her way down, down to his pulsing throbbing cock. Her long, fine silky hair and hard nipples traced down his quivering body.
Taking his cock in her hands she licked it, she rubbed it all over her tits and neck and face, inhaling its scent. “I can hear your heart throbbing in your cock, and it drives me insane with hunger,” she repeated, almost word for word from before.

Come to Me, little pet

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Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi’s dead
Undead
Undead
Undead
~written by Bauhaus~ 

He looked forward to coming to this bar all week long, to sit here on a Friday night, nurse a beer, and watch the beautiful women dance. And to watch the men try to pick the women up, of course… He never tried. All his competitive drive was focused on his ad exec job. He never really had to try. He was in his thirties, in the best shape of his life, over six feet tall, and he obviously made a lot of money.
And so he sat, nursing his beer on this particular Friday night, when he saw her. She had her back to him as she sat on her barstool, and it was the hair that first got his attention. Long black hair, a straight curtain almost down to her waist, thick as a cloud, but he could tell the way it moved it was made of fine silk. As she turned her head to talk animatedly to her friend, he saw the side of her face, and began to be intrigued by her possible ethnic heritage. She had olive-colored skin, with high cheekbones, and a long straight nose. Full ruby-colored lips. Slightly slanted eyes. Was she Slavic? Perhaps not even totally Caucasian? Maybe a hint of Asian in there…

A luscious little blonde strutted over to him. What was her name? Something with a G. Old-fashioned name. Gilda? Gloria? He’d fucked her a week or two ago…
“I brought you a beer,” she simpered. “Heinekin. I remembered that was what you liked.”
He motioned her close to his mouth, and whispered into her ear, “GO. AWAY. NOW.”
She looked at him with a stricken face. “But! But! I thought you liked me!”
Oh lord, was this cunt going to make a scene?
The dark-haired one looked straight at him. Her dark eyes seemed to set off a spark and he felt the word

        MINE

It wasn’t telepathy… well, it didn’t seem like telepathy, not that he knew what that was like, but he knew that she thought it, just as surely he knew his own name.
He pushed G-slut away lightly just to make sure she knew he meant business. She turned and saw whom he was looking at, and slunk off, whimpering, her lip stuck out.
He didn’t care. He only had eyes for this one, this tall, dark-haired beauty. And vice-versa, it seemed. Once her eyes were upon him, she never took them off. She got down off her barstool, and strolled casually over to meet him. The throng of people just seemed to part for her. As she approached, he took the opportunity to study her more closely.. 5′9″, 5′10″ in her boots, perhaps? A rocking hot body, at least a 36D with a tight little waist and generous hips. And that fascinating face and hair…
He felt that first delicious edge of desire rise up in him.. his cock starting to thicken just a bit. God, she was beautiful. He wondered what her mouth tasted like.
She sat down across the table from him.
“Buy me a drink?”
He motioned for the waiter to come and let her order.
“So do you come here often?” he asked.
“No, this is my first time. I like… new hunting grounds from time to time.”
He literally could not take his eyes off her. His own beer forgotten, he watched as she greedily swigged down her own in two gulps and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. A lusty woman, indicative of a long hot night, perhaps?
 He liked that. If she were as lusty in bed, he might even fuck her more than once.
“Take me home with you,” she demanded. And got up and left, never even looking back to see if he was following. Of course he was. He almost felt compelled to follow.. A few of the regulars watched, secret smiles on their faces.
It was a beautiful May night, full of mystery and promise, with a full moon hanging low.
Once in his little Audi convertible, he felt compelled to talk. “So what is your name?” he asked.
“Shhhh,” she said. “My name does not interest you. What will interest you is how I can make you feel. Just drive.”
Once they got to his house, she became hesitant, hanging back from the door as he opened it for her. “Ladies first,” he said, with a bow.
“I can come in your house?” she asked, almost timidly.
“Yes of course, don’t be silly!”
After that, she became her usual confident self, strolling inside and immediately taking control once again.
Funny how he was feeling now that he was so close to her. Almost drugged. He looked into her eyes as she put her arms around him. They were dark brown but with flashes of gold in them, reminding him of a kaleidescope…
He felt himself being swallowed up by her presence, like falling into a deep well, from which there was no escape.

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