The Truth About Sarah

By

Adiemus Bacchante


The dream came again that night. As she lay in a fitful 
sleep upon the bed she had once found both comforting and 
restful, Sarah woke to what she thought was the sound of 
thunder. But as she opened her eyes onto her dark 
bedroom, the girl found the eerily twisted shapes of tree 
branch shadows upon her ceiling, shed by the moon on a 
cloudless night.

"I'm dreaming," she told herself for the thousandth time. 

Sarah knew it was a lie. She knew that whatever the 
unspeakable horror was lurking in the darkness was it was 
all too real. Every night for the month she'd either felt 
it, saw it, or heard it. The dark creature her mind could 
find no name for seemed content for the moment to simply 
spy upon the girl. As some dark guardian, or as a 
predator stalker its prey, Sarah still had no idea.

"Go away!" she whispered harshly at the shadows near her 
dresser, "I don't want you here!" 

There was the sound of something slithering across the 
floor, followed by a gentle thud before the shadows 
seemed to clear, as always revealing nothing. Sarah 
tilted her head up and stared at the ceiling, unwilling 
to scream as she heard it crawling along the carpet 
towards her. She knew screaming would do no good. It 
hadn't in the first week since her thirteenth birthday. 
Resulting only in scaring her mother the first time, and 
annoying both her parents by the third time. On the 
fourth night they'd discussed calling in a specialist, so 
Sarah had started keeping quiet about it.

"It's just a dream... It's just a dream," Sarah chanted 
like a hopeful mantra, even as she shivered in fear of 
the shadow's icy touch, "It's just a dream, it's just a 
dream..."

"Sssarah..."

The girl let out an involuntary whimper, curling herself 
up into a tight ball in the center of the bed. She 
quickly buried herself in her blankets, her pillow over 
her head, covering her ears, desperate to block out all 
sound.

Sarah!" the voice was more insistent this time. Louder. 
More in her mind than in her ears.

"What do you want?!" she pleaded for the hundredth time, 
wanting desperately to scream the words a the top of her 
lungs, but daring not to.

"Sarah..." was the only reply, a voice sinister, yet 
gentle. Malevolent, yet loving. A voice who's hot breath 
Sarah could feel upon her ear, even though her pillow was 
pressed tightly against it.  

"Go away," Sarah wept, shutting her eyes so tightly they 
hurt, "Either kill me, or just go away!"

She surprised herself with those words. And the distant 
sound of amused chuckling seemed to echo through her room 
before vanishing into the shadows once again. Sarah moved 
the pillow from her ear as the voice drifted away, and 
she realized that she was almost beyond the fear. Most 
nights, once the creature had finally given up it's game; 
Sarah had found herself drenched in sweat, shaking 
violently. This night, however she found herself almost 
numb to the fear. 

"I'm going insane," she reasoned, staring blankly at the 
underside of her pillow, "I'm going completely crazy and 
they're going to send me to an asylum..."

Sarah pulled her pillow away, knowing that the danger had 
passed. She glanced at the digital clock; its red glowing 
numbers stared back at her and pronounced the time to be 
"3:45am". "If only they'd believe me," she murmured, 
turning away and watching the shadows of branches on her 
ceiling shift with a pair of passing headlights, "But 
mom's trapped in her own little perfect world, and dad's 
almost never home. No wonder they don't believe me. They 
don't even know who I am..."

***

Sarah came downstairs in time to see her father give her 
mother his customary kiss goodbye before heading out the 
door. 'Same thing every morning,' the girl thought 
wearily.

Sarah vaguely recalled her father mentioning something 
about finalizing some kind of corporate merger over 
dinner the previous night. Apparently he wouldn't be home 
until late tonight because of it. Not that it made a huge 
difference. No matter where her parents were, the shadows 
always came for her at night...

It was then that the smell hit her. Sarah immediately 
grabbed her stomach as her insides seemed intent on 
escape. She looked up and saw her mother frying bacon. 
For no reason Sarah could fathom, the smell was noxious, 
filling the air with a thick miasma of stench. She felt 
sick, but having an empty stomach there was little danger 
of throwing up. 

Instead, Sarah ran back upstairs and flung herself down 
on her bed, waiting until the nausea had passed. "I must 
be coming down with something," she said to herself, 
staring at the ceiling and listening for her mother's 
impatient call to breakfast, "I should probably just 
sneak out or something."

"Sarah?" came her mother's all too high-pitched shrill 
morning voice, making the girl cringe, "Are you okay, 
honey?"

Her mother knocked on the door, but in the way of all 
parents opened it without invitation. "Sarah?" her mother 
asked again, standing in the doorway with a look of 
concern, "Breakfast is ready, dear. Aren't you hungry?"

"No," she lied. In truth Sarah was famished, but the mere 
smell of solid food made her want to wretch, "I'll just 
have something to drink for now, and eat at lunch."

"Oh. I see," responded her mother, her motherly tone of 
concern turning to a motherly tone of disappointment. 
Hardly a surprise to Sarah's ears, "Then I guess I just 
won't bother cooking you breakfast in the morning 
anymore."

Sarah shook her head in dismay as her mother stormed off; 
making unnecessary amounts of noise once she got 
downstairs. "Whatever," grumbled Sarah, sitting up and 
contemplating whether it was worth getting to school 
early, "Like you actually care or something."

After a moment, she got to her feet and stared out at the 
old tree outside her window. "Strange," she commented, 
almost more to the tree than to herself, "Ever since 
these 'dreams' started, nothing much seems to matter."

The tree seemed content to withhold comment, however. 
Sarah really couldn't blame it, though. It just being 
just a tree and all.

***

The house was quiet and dark when Sarah finally got home 
that night, the long winding walk through town she'd 
taken to avoid going home right away ensuring that the 
autumn sun was low on the horizon by the time she'd 
returned. The girl paused, staring up at her second story 
bedroom window as the shadows lengthened around her, and 
bleak sunlight became dull reddish orange. 

"Are you waiting for me?" she whispered at her window, 
shivering as much from the thought of receiving an answer 
as the cold wind that blew past her, "What is it that you 
want from me?"

For a long moment, Sarah just stood there, contemplating 
nothing. Simply feeling the cold wind as it wrapped 
around her bare legs, threatening to lift the dark purple 
and black pleated skirt of her school uniform. The breeze 
seemed almost therapeutic, though, reminding the girl 
that she was indeed alive.

"Might as well face it," the girl muttered, shaking her 
head and dispelling the fear that lurked in the back of 
her mind as she walked up the stairs and tried the door. 
To Sarah's surprise, though, it swung open as her small 
hand touched the handle. 

Her dark eyes widened as the creaking sound filled her 
ears, and the wind pushed the door all the way open. On 
instinct, Sarah glanced around, expecting to see someone, 
anyone who could explain to her why the door was left 
open. But the streets were deserted.

Walking back down to the sidewalk, Sarah noticed for the 
first time that there were no cars parked in any of her 
neighbor's driveways. There were no sounds of children 
playing in backwards, only to be called in by worried 
mothers. Only dead dry leaves floating in the wind 
currents occupied the empty streets with her. 

"Strange," Sarah thought aloud, feeling a peculiar calm 
overtake her, despite being more alone that she'd ever 
been in her entire life, "Very odd."

With a shrug, the girl moved her long, auburn hair out of 
her eyes and over one shoulder as she walked back up to 
her house, and into silent dwelling. As she suspected, 
there were no signs of life, but a small piece of paper 
was waiting for her on the kitchen table told the whole 
story.

Without bothering to take off her shoes, Sarah walked 
across the hardwood floor and picked it up. The note was 
as she suspected. "Dear Sarah," it read, and the girl 
could almost feel the sarcasm beneath the exasperation, 
"I really needed a night out, so I had your father take 
me to dinner. Don't wait up! Mom."

"Yeah, whatever," the girl commented bitterly as she 
crumpled up the note and tossed it into the waste basket 
before returning to make sure the front door was securely 
locked, "It's not as though the monsters under my bed are 
out to get me or something."

Once she'd removed her shoes, and hung up her coat, Sarah 
headed upstairs, and into the bathroom. "At least I've 
always been safe here," she commented, her voice sounding 
strangely hollow as the girl switched the light on, 
"Monsters don't like the light. Or so they say..."

Glancing at her reflection, Sarah pushed her hair away 
from her face with both hands and exhaled slowly. She 
could see the effects the dreams were having on her. The 
lack of sleep was surely taking its toll in the way her 
eyes seemed almost dim, by the increasingly pale pallor 
of her skin, and by the way her long auburn hair had lost 
its life.

"I feel about a hundred years old," she told her 
reflection as she undressed, leaving her school uniform 
in a pile near the door before running the water for a 
long hot shower.

"But if I was a hundred years old, at least I'd be able 
to leave this place," she replied to her own statement as 
the girl sat naked on the edge of the tub, "Maybe I'd 
even get away from myself."

Reaching out her hand into the falling water, Sarah found 
it to be icy cold. With a suspicious glance, she touched 
the faucet marked "hot" and turned it a little farther. 
After quietly watching the falling water for a full 
minute, Sarah touched the flow again and found it to not 
be much better.

"Fine," she muttered, turning the tap half-way before 
standing up and pulling out the knob that made the water 
switch to the shower, "I'll worry about it in a minute." 

Sarah then pulled the curtain closed, suddenly shivering 
as a cool breeze entered through the partially open 
bathroom door. "I thought I'd closed that," she pondered, 
and pushed the door closed with her foot before returning 
to the shower.

The water felt good as it splashed across her naked body, 
forming little rivulets that followed her adolescent 
curves with seeming interest. Yet as her mind wandered, 
Sarah found herself oblivious to the strange ways the 
water seemed to move. Even as it seemed to almost 
reluctantly clinging to her small nipples, the girl 
simply stood there, her eyes closed, listening to its 
almost hypnotic rhythm against both her body and the 
porcelain beneath her feet.

Soon, though, the water became almost sluggish in its 
decent. With a seeming will of its own, the water began 
to caress Sarah's body, exploring her delicate curves 
with he touch of a skilled, subtle lover. Without really 
noticing, Sarah sighed contentedly, arching her back and 
closing her eyes as the water seemed to ooze over her 
small, firm breasts, making her pinkish nipples harden in 
excitement. 

But even as steam rose all around her, Sarah felt herself 
shiver, and opened her eyes to turn the hot water tap a 
little farther over. But as the girl did so, the pleasant 
caress of the water across her breasts ceased, and she 
felt a deep sense of longing she couldn't define.

"Oh well," Sarah told herself, bending over to grab the 
soap, "no sense day dreaming."

With her back to the spray, Sarah rubbed the bar of soap 
between her hands and began to spread the frothy goo up 
her arms, feeling the day's tension seem to peel away as 
she went. And once again, as Sarah closed her eyes, the 
water seemed to take on a life of its own. It's hypnotic 
rhythm causing the girl's mind to wader as it rubbed 
itself firmly against her shoulders, and ran almost 
firmly down her back where it flowed almost 
appreciatively over the curve of her bottom.

All the while, Sarah hummed tunelessly, her body 
responding to the water's warm caress, the girl 
blissfully unaware of its intentions. Even when a rivulet 
ran down between her ass cheeks and seemed to push gently 
against her tight little opening, Sarah hardly noticed. 
Her entire concentration was focused on lathering 
herself, and she only felt a pleasant tingle as her small 
hands rubbed against her breasts before moving down 
towards her stomach.

Without concern, the girl leaned forward, causing the 
water to splash against her backside as she lathered her 
legs, little noticing as the water rubbed more firmly 
against her bottom. 

Soon, even the steam that filled the shower seemed to 
take an interest in the girl's young nubile body. As 
Sarah stood up and turned around to face the oncoming 
water, she actually felt it close in around her. For the 
first time, the rhythmic sounds of the water didn't 
distract Sarah, and the whole situation came into focus 
with frightening clarity.    

Opening her eyes at the sudden strange feeling of being 
touched all over by the wet, ethereal matter, Sarah 
shivered despite the heat. "What, what are you...?" she 
stammered, glancing slowly over her shoulder as the mist 
coiled about her, and the water once more became a 
sluggish ooze that clung to her small body.

"What do you want!?" cried Sarah, gasping in fright as 
the water gave her breasts a firm squeeze and pushed down 
upon the small of her back with surprising strength.

"No! Please don't do this!" the girl begged as the water 
forced her onto her hands and knees, "Please! I'll do 
anything!"

Just on the edge of her hearing, Sarah could hear a low 
chuckling sound. The voice gave her a second chill. There 
was something strangely familiar about the sound, but the 
girl couldn't place it. The quiet laughter soon changed 
to more of soft exclamation of intense interest, but the 
thrumming of the water against the tub drowned the words 
the voice spoke. 

Soon, all that Sarah could see was the steam, rolling in 
like a thick fog that threatened to carry her away to 
another realm where nightmares where made real. The only 
thing that held her on the earthly plane was the feel of 
the icy cold porcelain of the tub beneath her hands and 
knees. 

Soon, the water that fell upon her back seemed to change. 
It no longer fell in steady stream, spouting from the 
showerhead, but now fell directly from overhead like some 
kind of dark rain. It's interest in Sarah's young body 
ceased to halt, however. With renewed intensity, a 
constant rivulet of hot water flowed between the two 
modest rises of her bottom, and brushed past her anus as 
though reluctant to leave before running down further and 
almost joyously finding her untouched pussy. 

With its strange sentience, the water began to flow 
between the now quivering lips of Sarah's pussy, pushing 
deeper with every passing moment before rushing forward 
to her now hardened clit where it fell towards the pull 
of gravity like a reluctant waterfall. 

Sarah shook her head, closing her eyes and gritting her 
teeth defiantly. "No," she told the water as she 
struggled to push herself up, to find the strength to 
stand as the water seemed to cling to every intimate part 
of her body it could find, "This is a dream! It's not 
happening. I can make this stop if I just wake up..."

The girl pushed harder, forcing her shoulders higher, but 
the water merely increased its speed and strength. Sarah 
then let out a defiant shriek as the water caressed its 
way around her body and almost seemed to hold the 
teenager's small breasts with enormous all encompassing 
hands. Sarah cried out, feeling tears fall from her eyes 
that were lost in the torrential downpour, as the water 
began pushing against her breasts as it slid across her 
skin before falling off the ends of her nipples, giving 
them a final twisting squeeze before falling into the 
mists below.

"No, no, no!" she cried defiantly as Sarah felt her body 
react to the strange caresses. The way the water touched 
her neck becoming a stream of nibbles and kisses, the 
hard pressure upon her back feeling more like a thousand 
firm hands rubbing rhythmically against her tense 
muscles, and the strange feeling of the water upon the 
girl's auburn hair felt like fingers playfully running 
through it.

Finally, Sarah opened her eyes, unable to hold back the 
building sensation. She could feel something warm and wet 
probing at the entrance to her bottom, poking tentatively 
further in every so often before flowing back the way it 
came, teasing the girl as more water seemed to clench and 
unclench itself against her clit in time with the near 
penetrations. 

"What are-! What are you doing?!" Sarah gasped, hardly 
noticing the way her pussy lips were being slowly moved 
aside as water that refused to leave began pushing itself 
against the warm resistance of its victim's womanhood.

Sarah then had to catch her breath, gritting her teeth 
and letting out a long, excited moan of denied ecstasy as 
the water finally penetrated the tightness of her bottom, 
squirming around inside her and ticking nerves the girl 
never knew she had.

"Oh! Oh yes-! Nooo!" she pleaded, arching her back and 
feeling the water upon her small perky breasts grip 
harder as the water that had been slowly pushing its way 
into her pussy gave a sudden hard thrust.

With a cry of denial, Sarah felt the water push its way 
deep inside her, bypassing all resistance by being fluid 
in some places, and strangely solid in others. "This- 
This can't be happening!" she stammered, feeling 
something grip her shoulders tightly before thrusting 
deeper into her, "This isn't real!"

Once again, the far off voice changed, making sounds as 
though it were out of breath as the water began to pull 
back and thrust forward in jarring motions that slid 
Sarah's body back and forth across the bottom of the tub.

"No! No! No!" the girl exclaimed, feeling her own 
excitement at having something so firm, yet so fluid 
filling her pussy, dragging itself back and forth as it 
squeezed brushed against her clit, "I don't want to-! I 
don't want to like this!"

Sarah could hear the voice, louder now, and the steam 
seemed to be hot breath against her ear as the pressure 
upon her shoulders was joined by the feel of the water 
gripping her ass cheeks in its peculiar flowing fashion. 
"Soon..." the voice promised, familiar but distorted in 
Sarah's ear. Its tone was becoming ragged, and she could 
feel the water all around her pulse with a building 
climax.

"No!" the girl exclaimed, instinctively knowing what was 
about happen, "Don't do that inside me! Noooo...!"

***

Sarah's scream filled the classroom with a terrible echo. 
Jarring the poor girl awake as she thrashed about at her 
desk. For a long moment, the other students and their 
teacher simply stared in shock as the girl struggled, 
flailing her arms and kicking her legs defiantly. "No! 
Don't!" Sarah screamed again, this time eliciting a small 
chorus of giggles from her classmates.

"Sarah!" her teacher commanded, instantly snapping the 
poor girl's mind back to reality.  

With a start, Sarah opened her eyes to a horror far 
greater than the water in the shower raping her. She sat 
in the center row, near the front of the class, beads of 
sweat rolling off her, her small body shaking almost 
convulsively. Around her, the entire class stared in a 
combination of amusement and disgust, but at the front of 
the room, Sarah's teacher looked on with a look of deep 
concern. 

"Are you okay, um, Sarah is it?" Ms. Davenport inquired 
half-hesitantly, casting two of the giggling girls near 
the back a warning glance.

"Y-yes, ma'am," managed Sarah, her throat was so dry that 
it was hard to speak.

The woman exhaled loudly, shaking her head in dismay. 
"It's not the best start to my career here at 
Ravensmoor," commented Ms. Davenport with a touch of 
levity that brought a weak smile to Sarah's lips, "My 
lessons are so boring that they don't only but my 
students to sleep, they give them nightmares."

"It, um, it wasn't that, miss," the girl stammered, 
looking all the more embarrassed as all eyes seemed to be 
focused upon her, "I- I'm sorry..."

"It's alright," the teacher assured quietly, "Now why 
don't you go and get cleaned up. It's my first day here, 
so I won't be handing out any homework."

'I need a drink,' she thought inwardly as the rest of the 
class let out a cheer at the promise, 'but I don't know 
if I can handle water right now...'

"Just don't be long," Ms. Davenport added over the 
ruckus, "I still want to go over the chapter four, and 
the reasons that the Spanish armada failed."

The girl struggled to her feet, pausing for a moment and 
looking rather puzzled as she felt the strange dampness 
of her panties. A few of the girls snickered at her 
expression, and she quickly scurried from the class, 
unable to face them any longer, yet thankful for the 
reprieve. 

As Sarah entered the quiet hall and closed the door 
behind her, she shook her head in amazed horror, 
realizing that this was the first time she'd ever had so 
many of her classmates even bother to notice her at any 
one time. Screaming and crying, begging for her life was 
hardly the ideal first impression, but now it was over 
with. There was nothing to do but find the bathroom and 
wash up.

The girl's footsteps seemed to echo hollowly along the 
empty hallway, and the heavy door seemed displeased about 
being forced open between classes. With a sudden shudder, 
Sarah felt an unstoppable gush of tears fall from her 
eyes as the sterile smell of the girl's bathroom 
assaulted her senses.

"Why?" she demanded rhetorically, running to the closest 
mirror and leaning against the sink, "Why me? Why must I 
have these dreams?!"

Sarah felt a surge of anger as she looked up at her 
reflection in the mirror. Her tears had reddened her 
eyes, and those tears in turn had left her face stained 
by their passage. "It's not fair!" she told her 
reflection, defiantly, "Do you hear me!? It's not fair!"

With a sudden burst of anger Sarah never knew she could 
muster, the girl slammed her fist against the mirror, 
sending cracks out in all directions from the point of 
impact. 

"Oh my..." she muttered, pulling back her fists and 
staring at it in amazement. The girl had received not a 
single cut; yet the mirror was ruined by a thousand tiny 
fractures that formed huge cracks along its surface.

"How did I..." she began, suddenly seeing a vague image 
of a strange figure in the mirror just over her shoulder. 

"What'd you do that for?!" demanded a haggard male voice, 
causing a surge of panic to fill Sarah's consciousness.

As she spun around, Sarah knew she was in real trouble. 
Before her stood the school janitor. An aging relic from 
who knew when. None of the students really knew his name, 
most ignoring the glum, bitter looking old man who often 
muttered to himself as he mopped the floors. The faculty 
was worse, however, denying his existence to the point 
where he was not even considered as a witness to any 
wrong doings that went on in the school. The nameless 
janitor had truly become a non-entity.

"I- I-" stammered Sarah, her throat feeling sore and 
ragged from screaming, her eyes wide with alarm as the 
man dropped his broom and approached her with a growing 
expression of anger.

"You broke the mirror!" he shouted, reaching out with 
both hands, causing Sarah to raise her arms defensively, 
only to find her wrists grabbed by an iron grip, "How 
could you!?"

"I'm sorry!" the girl cried, new tears forming in her 
eyes, "I didn't mean to!"

"You'll have to pay for that," the man said in a tone 
that sounded angry, yet distant, "And it'll cost you, 
little girl."

"My parents-!" she began, but yelped in surprise as the 
janitor forced Sarah to her knees.

"Ah, no!" she exclaimed, finding her face in line with 
the man's crotch.

"You'll pay," the man repeated, lifting both of Sarah's 
arms above her head and taking both wrists in one long 
fingered hand.

"Please..." begged Sarah, sniffling as she felt the cold 
of the floor tiles seep into her bones through her bare 
calves, wishing that her school uniform didn't force her 
to wear a skirt, "You don't need to do this..."

"Yes," the man chuckled, taking down his fly and reaching 
inside his pants, "Pay, pay, pay..."

Sarah gasped, but didn't cry out as the nameless janitor 
drew out his semi-hard cock and let it hang obscenely 
before her face. "What-? What are you doing?" she 
stammered, issuing a muffled cry as his thick, meaty cock 
was pushed against her lips.

The girl closed her mouth immediately, refusing to allow 
such an old, horrible looking thing to enter her mouth. 
The gesture, however, only seemed to spurn him on. With a 
sinister chuckle, the janitor's cock stiffened and 
stretched out until it pushed almost painfully against 
Sarah's face. 

"Mm, mmm!" pleaded Sarah, shaking her head and looking up 
into the man's almost glazed over looking eyes, begging 
for some small mercy.

The man merely chuckled in response, a hollow sound that 
seemed almost not to originate from within him and let go 
of his now throbbing member. With a wide grin that showed 
his cracked, yellowing teeth, the janitor grabbed hold of 
Sarah's nose, laughing as the girl finally opened her 
mouth to breath. 

"Mmmf!" she exclaimed, feeling the dick filled her small 
mouth as Sarah tried desperately to draw back her tongue 
from it's strange flavor.

"Now you pay," the man chuckled, letting go of Sarah's 
wrists and nose before taking two plentiful handfuls of 
the girl's auburn hair and pulling her head back.

Sarah's eyes widened in alarm as she watched the length 
of the janitor's cock slide out past her lips, the girl 
trying desperately to scream as he thrust it back into 
her with malicious force.

"Mmm! Mmmf!" came Sarah's muffled protest as she 
instinctively pounded her fists against the man's chest, 
finding his seemingly frail body to be as hard as stone.

With a continuing chuckle that sounded some how 
unnaturally forced, the janitor pulled and pushed Sarah's 
head back and forth, forcing the adolescent girl to suck 
his hard cock. 

'No,' pleaded Sarah inwardly, fresh tears streaming down 
her face as she gagged, trying desperately just to 
breath, until after what seemed like an eternity, her 
molester pushed her away with surprising force.

"Paaaaaay," the man moaned, staggering backwards as Sarah 
was thrown to the floor in a heap.

The girl looked up just in time to see the janitor 
standing before her with his dick in his hand. With a 
seeming desperation, he pumped his thick hard cock with 
his hand, his glazed eyes staring blankly at his own 
reflection in one of the unbroken mirrors.

"Freak..." muttered Sarah, spitting out the strange salty 
fluid that seemed to cling to her tongue, watching in 
morbid fascination as the janitor's face began terribly 
flushed.

"Only you..." he moaned, the words striking Sarah as 
rather odd as he blew his hot, sticky load. The 
impossibly thick white goo shot out with near unerring 
accuracy, and Sarah gasped aloud when she saw an equal 
amount follow again and again until a surly impossible 
amount of the man's cum had squirted out, covering the 
reflective surface with vulgar, viscous goo that even now 
oozed downward.

"Pay..." the janitor cackled, reaching out for Sarah 
again.

"No!" she shouted, staggering to her feet and running 
forward.

With an incomprehensible yell, Sarah plowed full tilt 
into the man. To her horror, however, the janitor merely 
grunted, grabbing the poor girl by the hair once more.

"Now what-?!" gasped Sarah, feeling her anger slowly 
building deep within her as the man roughly turned her 
around, twisting the girl's hair painfully.

"Clean..." the man replied, his voice sounding more like 
vibrations carried by the wind from the mouth of a dark 
cavern.

"No! That's-! That's disgusting!" exclaimed Sarah; 
struggling as best she could as the schoolgirl's body was 
forcively bent over the sink, the side of her face mashed 
against the repulsively smeared mirror.

"Now, pay!" the man laughed as Sarah felt the hot, 
disgusting goo squish out around her cheek where it was 
pressed against the glass, "Clean!"

"No! Never!" replied Sarah unwillingly, even as the man 
grabbed her head in both hands and turned her to face the 
mirror fully.

As the girl looked into her own eyes, she nearly cried 
out in horror as she saw the thick coating of cum that 
had been smeared across her cheek. The way it dripped off 
her pale skin into the sink seeming even more vulgar than 
the awkward violation she'd just received.

"You sick freak!" she cursed, only to be punished for the 
comment by having her head moved up and down over the 
mirror, her dry lips being wetted by the sticky mess.

"Only you..." came the words again, and this time Sarah 
was certain that they didn't come from the janitor.

"Wha-?!" she began, only to cry out in absolute disgust 
as Sarah felt the goo smeared across her tongue as the 
man moved her face across the mirror.

"...can..."

"Bu-! Uhg-!" the girl sputtered, the pain of the sink's 
edge against her stomach seeming minor in comparison to 
being forced to lick her molester's cum from the mirror.

"...stop..." 

'Only I can stop this?!' she thought desperately, 
reaching out with her consciousness, trying to hold onto 
the words.

"Yesss," hissed a voice that Sarah now realized was more 
in her mind than in reality.

'Then I chose to!' she exclaimed inwardly, desperately 
hoping the voice was listening.

All of the lights in the washroom exploding at the same 
time immediately rewarded the plighted girl. The darkness 
that enveloped the two becoming so total and complete 
that Sarah could not even see the mirror so close to her 
face. A split second later, she felt the man let her go, 
and her ears were assaulted by a terrible screaming.

After a moment, Sarah realized that it was the janitor's 
voice, and not her own. She pushed away from the sink and 
turned to face the sound, but it seemed to come from 
everywhere and nowhere all at once.

"What's happening?!" Sarah demanded, turning around and 
around in the utter darkness, "What is this?!"

"Desssstiny," whispered a voice inside her head, just 
before Sarah blacked out...

***

Sarah awoke yet again as the sound of prerecorded chime 
issued from the intercom, signaling the end of classes. 
"Wha-? Where-?!" she began, finding herself laying atop a 
small, narrow and terribly uncomfortable bed.

"You're in the nurse's office," a kindly voice replied as 
a cool wet cloth covered the girl's forehead, "One of the 
students found you passed out in the washroom, and-"

Sarah's eyes went wide as the woman spoke, her sweat 
causing her uniform to cling to her skin. "Then, then 
they found..." she stammered interrupting the older woman 
who tilted her head to one side questioningly.

"Found what deary?"

"The custodian," the girl replied, her pale cheeks 
flaring red as Sarah began to shake, "He... He..."

"He hasn't been in to work in over a week," the nurse 
replied, shaking her head at the seemingly frightened 
Sarah, "Look, I know only just after lunch, but I suggest 
you get yourself home. You're in no condition to be 
learning anything today."

Sarah snickered, shaking her head in dismay. "I've 
learned quite enough today, thanks," she muttered to 
herself, causing deep lines of worry to cross the school 
nurse's face, "So I guess I will..."

The older woman looked thoughtful for a moment as Sarah 
swung her legs over and hopped down off the unpleasant 
bed. "It isn't that time of the month for you, is it?" 
she inquired, her pale blue eyes giving Sarah an all too 
discerning look.

"No," the girl replied, shaking her head straightening 
out the dark purple and black pleats of her uniform 
skirt, "I don't think that's it."

"Oh, I tried calling your parents as well," the nurse 
continued, causing Sarah to twitch suddenly, a deep sense 
of dread filling her as the door out of the stuffy little 
room seemed to grow farther away.

"And?" she inquired, walking towards the exit, thinking 
only of the cool October air that would soon surround her 
and fill her lungs with its sweet feeling of fleeting 
freedom.

The woman shook her head. "I can't find either of them," 
she replied in an annoyed tone, "but when you get home, I 
suggest you tell them that they take you to see the 
doctor." 

"Yeah," replied Sarah with more than a hint of sarcastic 
cynicism as she turned the door handle and pried the door 
open, "I'll get right no that."

"See that you do!" the woman's voice called out behind 
her as Sarah practically slammed the door closed behind 
her and quickly hurried down the wide hall to the stairs 
that would take her to the second floor and her locker.

"Right," the girl muttered, her footsteps echoing off the 
ancient, gray stone walls and marble floor, "if mom finds 
out about this, she'll probable arrange for me to move 
into the dorms!"

Sarah stopped at her words, her nimble fingers already 
fondling the metal combination lock of her locker. For a 
moment, the girl considered the possibility, wondering if 
the shadows that dwelt within her room most nights were 
really worse than the strange, twisted hallucinations 
she'd had at the school.

"No," she told herself, spinning the dial a few times 
before pulling the lock open, "there's no sense dragging 
anyone else into this."

Sarah reached in and yanked out her backpack, only then 
noticing the strange cool air that seemed to radiate from 
within the small metal compartment of her locker. As she 
watched, the vague, fleeting shadows seemed to stir. 
Shifting, moving closer together, congealing until the 
girl's locker was filled with nothing but a dark void of 
blackness that seemed all too compelling as she stared 
into it.

"N, no!" Sarah exclaimed loudly, forcing her eyes closed 
and slamming the locker door shut with all her might, 
barely noticing the metallic rattling from within as she 
held it closed with one hand.

"Enough," the girl cursed through gritted teeth, her eyes 
stinging with tears as whatever force that possessed her 
locker subsided and Sarah was able to look up, surprised 
by what she saw.

As she looked on, Sarah's deep blue eyes widened. For in 
the center of the door, where her hand had been was a 
definite imprint of that same hand. With a small gasp, 
Sarah pulled her arm back staring at her palm for a 
moment before examining the dent in the metal.

"No," she whispered to herself, quickly turning away and 
marching deliberately back down the hall to the 
stairwell, "This isn't real. This is another 
hallucination."

Somewhere behind her, a door opened and the sound of 
murmuring voices echoed from a class room as a teacher 
came out into the hall, more than likely to see what all 
the noise was about, but by that time, Sarah was already 
down heading down the stairs, unwilling to look back.

***

Once outside, and down the wide stone steps of the main 
entrance of Ravensmoor, the pale sun and cool air did 
surprisingly little to improve the girl's mood. As she 
cut across the lawn, heading for the sidewalk, Sarah 
couldn't help but feel sick to her stomach, hating the 
fact that her only real choice was to go home and wait 
for her parents.

"It's almost tempting to just try and leave down. The bus 
station's closer than my house," she muttered, walking 
down the street and catching a glimpse of something black 
leaping away out of the corner of her eye.

With a startled gasp, the girl whirled around, her 
fingers clenched into fists as she prepared to defend 
herself however meekly against the darkness that perused 
her.

"Oh," Sarah muttered with relief, her pulse slowing back 
to normal as she spotted the black shape, and saw it for 
what it was. 

A large, black furred cat had managed to knock a swooping 
sparrow out of the air, breaking its wing almost 
inadvertently. As Sarah watched, the cruel feline batted 
the avian, sending it rolling across the grass before 
pouncing upon it again with no intention of a quick kill.

Sarah sighed heavily, shaking her head at the scene. "I'm 
like that bird," she told herself as the sparrow's 
strangled cries solicited a hiss from its tormentor, and 
the wind picked up just a little.

"Yes," whispered a voice in Sarah's ear, seemingly 
carried by the breeze, causing the girl to shut her eyes 
tight and grab twin handfuls of her own thick, wavy brown 
hair in frustration, "but you could be the cat..."

"Enough!" the girl hissed through gritted teeth, kneeling 
down and shaking her head, "Leave me alone! I just want a 
normal life!"

"Be careful," the voice told her as it dissipated, "Be 
careful what you wish for..."

***

Sarah looked up from the television as a key turned in 
the front door. "It's about time," she muttered, picking 
the remote up off the arm of her father's chair and 
switching off the news before getting up and leaving the 
living room.

"Anyone home?" called her mother as the door opened, her 
arms full of groceries.

"No, just me," Sarah replied, quickly moving to take the 
one of the heavy paper bags, half amused by her mother's 
lack of comment to her statement as she lugged it out to 
the kitchen in both arms.

"Any word from your father?" her mother called out, 
lugging more bags in from the front step.

"Not really," the girl stated warily, dropping her bag on 
the kitchen table and for the first time noticing just 
how dark it had gotten outside, "but he said he'd be 
late, right?"

Sarah's mother nodded warily, barely sparing her daughter 
a glance as the haggard looking woman closed and securely 
locked the door. "Yes, that's right, isn't it?" she 
stated rhetorically in an exasperated tone, walking past 
Sarah as though she were a piece of furniture on the 
woman's way to the kitchen, "He left me alone with a 
daughter who won't eat."

"I never said that," Sarah replied in a tone of barely 
contained bitterness, her eyes narrowing as she followed 
her mother into the kitchen with another bag of 
groceries.

"Well the breakfast I made this morning certainly wasn't 
good enough for you," the woman chided, slamming several 
soup cans down on the table as she unpacked them, her 
tone one of poorly contained annoyance, "Now I'm just 
wondering if what I cook for supper with be good enough 
for 'her royal highness.'"

Sarah rolled her eyes, shaking her head as she yanked out 
a bundle of celery. "Look, I-" she began before catching 
sight of the vegetable stalks and feeling her stomach 
lurch.

"Sarah?" her mother all but demanded, turning an 
imperious gaze on the girl as she dropped the vegetable 
and doubled over, clutching her stomach, "Sarah, what's 
wrong?!"

The girl opened one eye as she slumped over, lying in the 
fetal position upon the black and white checker pattern 
of the linoleum. "I- I-" she gasped, staring at her hand 
as the mere memory of how the celery felt in it made 
Sarah's stomach churn unpleasantly.

"You're not pregnant are you?!" her mother demanded, 
causing Sarah to give a short, painful laugh as hunger 
pains suddenly stabbed through her like long hot pins 
jabbed into the girl's stomach.

"N, no," Sarah managed, taking several deep breaths as 
her mother went into a rant about how she was too young 
to be having sex despite her complete lack of social 
popularity, "It, it's just-"

"And another thing!" the woman went on, storming about 
the kitchen, angrily slamming things down as she spoke in 
a stern tone, "There's no way I'm raising it for you. If 
you choose to have this thing, it's YOUR responsibility, 
NOT mine, and not your father's!"

"M-Mother!" Sarah managed angrily, raising her head and 
ignoring the combination of pain and revulsion as she 
stared back at the woman, "I... I Am NOT pregnant!"

The woman stopped for a moment, considering the prone 
girl. "And another thing," she added, her fists jabbing 
into her hips as she stared disapprovingly down at her 
daughter, "Why are you still in your school clothes. I 
thought you hated that uniform."

Sarah blinked, considering her mother for moment. "I, I 
guess it just never occurred to me," she replied, finding 
the pain and twisting of her stomach to have subsided.

"Just get off my floor. I have to clean your clothes 
after all," her mother muttered, pulling out a few pots 
from the cupboard, "And while you're at it, help me with 
supper."

"I'm not hungry," Sarah muttered, using the table to pull 
herself to her feet, causing her mother to stop and stare 
at her, the long kitchen knife in the woman's hand poised 
to slice a carrot.

"You're joking."

Sarah shook her head and left the kitchen, ignoring her 
mother's screaming fit, and threats of never feeding her 
ever again. "I just don't care anymore," Sarah muttered, 
heading for the stairs so she could hide out in her room, 
"As far as I'm concerned, the shadows can just take me at 
this point..."

*** 

The rain had started a few hours ago when Sarah had 
closed the door and lied out upon her bed atop the 
blankets. And now as lightning flashed outside, while 
thunder rattled the windowpanes, the girl stared at the 
tree-branch shadow patterns on the ceiling, waiting for 
the inevitable. 

"I'm here," Sarah whispered, her arms at her sides, her 
legs slightly apart as a strange feeling of calm 
descended upon her, making the girl wonder if that was 
the same feeling doomed martyrs felt as they waited for 
the inevitable, "I've had enough. And I'm ready... So 
where are you?"

Her only answer was the quiet drone of the television 
downstairs, which her mother had turned up far too loud 
in a petty attempt to share her fed up mood suddenly 
switching off. A moment later, and the sound of heavy 
footsteps upon the wooden staircase signaled Sarah's 
mother going to bed.

"Why can't you just take her?" the girl demanded the 
darkness, her ears straining for any sound that might 
indicate the phantoms that tormented Sarah's nocturnal 
thoughts had returned, "Why me? Isn't she good enough for 
you?!"

Sarah sniffled, feeling tears spill from her eyes before 
running down to her earlobes as another crash of thunder 
followed a flash of lightning by less than a heartbeat, 
signaling its extreme closeness.

"Just take her," she pleaded, her body shaking as Sarah 
felt something odd stir inside her, the girl's contempt 
for her mother spurned on her words, "do whatever it is 
you want to do, just leave me alone... She deserves this, 
not me..."

Another crash of thunder and Sarah caught the sound of a 
high-pitched shriek suddenly cut off. For a moment, she 
listened intently, imagining her mother's muffled cries 
until a loud thud upon the wall startled Sarah from her 
reverie. 

"Who's there?" she demanded, sitting up and listening 
carefully, hearing an indistinct noise from her mother's 
bedroom, one that seemed to cross a slow intake of breath 
and the howling of the wind outside before things became 
deafly silent except for the rain once more.

Sarah exhaled slowly, leaning back against her headboard 
and closing her eyes tightly, her fists clenching as the 
girl bowed her head and gritted her teeth. "Just get this 
over with!" muttered Sarah, her anger suddenly pushing 
down the girl's fear, "Enough of this! Enough of you! 
Just do whatever it is you came here to do and leave me 
alone!"

Sarah bellowed out the last words in a loud, angry tone, 
hardly caring that her voice would carry all through the 
house, no longer concerned about her parents deciding to 
send her off to be a boarder at the school. The girl's 
anger consumed her, driving back the last bastions of her 
fear as Sarah opened her eyes and stared at the dark 
shapes moving around her bed.

Her scream caught in her throat as Sarah's heart raced as 
all around her more than a dozen long, black tendrils of 
what appeared to be nothing more than solidified darkness 
rose up from the floor and oriented on the girl like a 
pack of hungry vipers. 

Sarah closed her eyes again, her breathing quickening as 
she tried to calm herself, the girl's anger faltering as 
her fears took a life of their own. "What," she managed 
to force out, trying to keep her tone aggressive as Sarah 
forced open her eyes and realized that the watching 
tendrils were indeed not just part of another nightmare, 
"Do you want?!"

The wind outside howled again, sounding almost like a 
voice as it whispered her name. "Tell me!" Sarah demanded 
of the tentacles as they, much like snakes, flopped 
themselves down upon the bed, and began to slither along 
the mattress towards her.

"N-No-!" the girl screamed, grabbing a pillow as she drew 
her knees up under her chin and began swatting at the 
tendrils as they advanced, "Don't-! Don't touch me! This 
isn't what I meant!"

But the black tentacles advanced relentlessly, and all 
too soon two of them wrapped around Sarah's ankles, their 
warm, sticky presence against the girl's skin making her 
shriek in panic. They then wasted little time, suddenly 
yanking Sarah's legs away from her body with far more 
strength than the girl could muster, soon dragging bottom 
across the mattress to the center of the bed.

"Enough!" Sarah cried, looking back as she felt more 
tendrils wrap around her wrists, dragging her hands 
towards the edges of the bed, and pulling her down 
against it at the same time, "I- I said no! I- I don't 
want this!"

From somewhere seemingly far away there came a sinister 
laughter, its voice strikingly familiar to Sarah, yet she 
couldn't place it. "Who are you?!" the young girl 
demanded, angry tears running hotly down her cheeks as 
more tendrils sprouted up from between her headboard and 
mattress, one of which quickly wrapped itself around 
Sarah's throat, "Why- why are you doing this to me?!"

"To show you..." whispered a dark, sinister voice in 
Sarah's ear, but as she turned to catch the speaker, all 
she saw were more dark tentacles. As she squirmed 
helplessly upon the mattress, they pressed their ends 
against her nightgown, their sticky skins latching 
securely onto the garment.

"Show me?" the girl responded, looking up with wide blue 
eyes and a panic stricken expression as the sticky ended 
tentacles pulled back, screaming as her nightgown was 
torn to shreds and the voice laughed in her ears again.

Naked and venerable, held prone against her bed, Sarah 
could only watch helplessly as two black, slimy tendrils 
began to slither and squirm up her calves, wrapping 
themselves slowly around her legs, dragging their 
undulating bodies ever higher as she stared in disbelief.

"I already know about fear!" the girl cried desperately 
to the voice, "I've had nightmares my whole life! Please, 
you don't have to do this!"

"I know," the voice said calmly, barely hiding its 
amusement, "I've heard every scream you've ever let out, 
little one. But this... This is the only way."

"For what?!" Sarah demanded, kicking her legs, but to 
avail, with the writhing tendrils wrapped around them, 
they felt like lead.

"To show you!" the voice repeated, louder this time as 
the door to Sarah's room rattled ominously, the howling 
wind outside barely audible over the myriad cacophony of 
whispering voices beyond it. A moment later, and the door 
burst inwards, shattering into a million splinters as 
Sarah screamed in terror. 

The light outside the door had faded to blackness, and 
beyond it the girl could see nothing more than a swirling 
void of deeper darkness from within which a howling, 
ethereal wind seemed to call out to her.

"Nooo!" Sarah shrieked as the loose papers on her desk 
were caught by the wind, sending them fluttering around 
the room as the air turned cold, the only warmth being 
the touch of the slimy black tentacles, "Don't do this! 
I- I don't want go into that! Nooo!"

The voice laughed as a dark form lifted up from the foot 
of Sarah's bed, its upper-half a twisted mockery of the 
human form, with a rounded head and gleaming, luminescent 
crimson eyes. The creature, which seemed to be formed 
entirely of solid shadow smiled with a combination of 
cruel amusement and fondness as it reached out one of its 
long, muscular arms, its four-fingered hand ending in 
curved claws.

"Sarah, my dearest Sarah," it spoke, its voice now so 
frighteningly familiar that the girl's screams caught in 
her throat as the shadow rose up higher, revealing its 
lower half to be nothing more than a mass of thick, 
writhing tentacles, "I want to bring you home, little 
one. But you'll need to awaken. You'll need to shed this 
mortal coil. It is the only way."

"D-Daddy?!" the girl choked, as a particularly phallic-
looking tendril squirmed its way out from the central 
mass of what must have been more than a dozen of various 
sizes.

"Yes, my dear," the creature chuckled softly, almost 
paternally with a hint of malice, "you have guessed 
correctly, but it changes nothing."

Sarah leaned her head forward, her eyes going wider as 
the tentacle slithered across her bed, leaving a dark 
stain upon her sheets with the sticky slime it exuded. 
"D- Daddy, please," the girl whimpered, struggling 
against the tentacles that held her in an iron grip, 
"Don't! Don't do this!"

"Don't be foolish, child," the shadow replied, its eyes 
narrowing as menace filled its tone, "This is for your 
own good. When I leave here, I'll can't leave my daughter 
behind, now can I?"

Sarah's eyes cast bravely upwards at the dark creature, 
cringing as the tentacle touched her outer lips, its dark 
head both cold and slimy as it rubbed against the 
entrance to the girl's pussy, smearing its slick goo 
across her soft, delicate skin. 

"Wh- What do you mean?" Sarah stammered, her body shaking 
with fear, tensing as the phallic tentacle pushed against 
her opening, its vile slime lubricating the girl's labia 
and inner walls as it moved ruthlessly forward.

The shadow chuckled, taking a moment to watch as his 
twitching tendril undulated, pressing inward another 
inch, oozing even more slime as its head pressed up 
against Sarah's hymen. Her father couldn't help but grin 
then, the look of horror and betrayal that crossed 
Sarah's face exciting the creature all the more.

"It's taken me nearly two decades," the shadow hissed, 
his tentacle moving back and forth now, stopping just as 
it touched the girl's hymen and nearly causing Sarah to 
nearly hyperventilate with little worried gasps, "But my 
ship has managed to repair itself. We can go home, Sarah. 
Home to our people, away from these pathetic humans!"

Tears welled up in the Sarah's eyes as the creature 
spoke, the girl turning away from his terrible visage, 
grimacing as it pushed a little harder against her hymen, 
sending a stab of pain up her spine. 'This can't be 
real,' Sarah sobbed, closing her eyes as she felt the 
tentacle inside her suddenly expand in size, stretching 
the girl's inner walls farther apart as the head of the 
monstrous phallus pressed continuously against her meager 
resistance.

"Oh, this is quite real, dearest!" the monster laughed, 
his tentacles suddenly pulling Sarah down across the bed, 
causing the girl to shriek as he both drew her closer and 
somehow invaded her thoughts, "You're not human Sarah. 
Think about it, you've always been different. You've 
always known it, and the dreams only confirmed it!"

Sarah's eyes opened wide as she turned back to her 
father, shaking her head in denial as his huge clawed 
hands came down and grabbed her thighs as she was dragged 
across the bed into range, the cold slime trail left by 
the tentacle sending chills down the girl's back. Sarah 
could then see that the creature wasn't actually 
comprised of shadow, so much as of a black, smoky 
substance that seemed to ooze like liquid across its 
form, and that it's thick, rubbery tentacles actually 
pushed their way out of its mass, each hungry for her 
virgin body.

"Th-That was you, wasn't it!" cried Sarah, suddenly more 
angry than afraid as she felt something begin to give way 
inside of her, the undulating tentacle filling the girl 
so completely that not even its slime could ooze out 
around her stretched opening, "Those weren't nightmares! 
It was you, wasn't it?!"

The creature that was her father merely gave her a wide 
grin in response, looking down with intense satisfaction 
as they both felt Sarah's hymen burst, giving way to his 
violating tentacle which then pushed forward as far as it 
could, filling the girl completely. 

"No! Daddy! Nooo!" Sarah cried, throwing her head back as 
hot tears ran down her cheeks and a heavy sob forced its 
way out of her throat, the creature laughing out his 
elation at stealing the girl's innocence as his tendril 
began pumping her harder.

"Yes, Sarah, yes!" her father laughed, his clawed hands 
squeezing her young thighs a little tighter before 
pushing them down against her stomach and spreading her 
legs farther apart, "Don't you feel it? The power? The 
change?!"

Sarah looked up at the monster through a veil of tears, 
sobbing as the pain subsided, the tentacle's thick black 
ooze easing it along as it thrusted back and forth inside 
of her. The girl could only shake her head, closing her 
eyes and wishing it would just end, not noticing the 
three small, strangely thin tendrils that wove their way 
out of the central mass before rearing up like snakes.

"Perhaps you need a bit of incentive, my dear," her 
father chuckled darkly, the trio of serpentine tentacles 
branching off in different directions, "Let's see what it 
takes."

With that, the first of the tentacles pushed against 
Sarah's clit, the other two pressing against the girl's 
nipples, each of them opening up tiny, suckling maws that 
latched onto the three nubs like strange, alien lampreys. 
Sarah could only let out a loud, screaming moan of both 
fright and unwilling pleasure as they began squeezing and 
sucking, the ones upon her nipples increasing the 
pressure to where the girl almost couldn't take it.

"Stop it, daddy! Stop it!" she screamed, arching her back 
as the tendrils vibrated, sending a wave of unwilling 
pleasure through the girl's body.

"Make me," her father growled in challenge, pushing 
harder down upon Sarah's legs so that her bottom became 
more accessible, another thick phallic tentacle instantly 
moving up to examine the possibilities, "Force me to stop 
if you can, Sarah dear. But don't deny the fact that you 
like it! You crave it! No human male will ever be able to 
pleasure you the way our people can, Sarah. Accept it!"

The girl forced her eyes open as she felt something rub 
against her anus, spreading more black ooze to lubricate 
the opening as she stared back at it in horror. "N- No!" 
Sarah shrieked as the thick head pushed hard against her 
tight opening, forcing its way in and stretching her 
apart all too easily before filling her, both phallic 
tendrils pistoning in and out of the girl in time with 
one another, "Wha- What about mommy?!"

The creature laughed at the question. "A toy," he spat 
contemptuously, "At best a receptacle for my seed. I can 
assure you, Sarah, that before we leave here, we'll take 
a few choice specimens home with us for our pleasure, but 
your mother has served her purpose."

Sarah shook her head in disbelief, her father's words 
seeming impossible to her ears as he raped her. The girl 
closed her eyes again, trying to ignore the pressure 
inside of her, the constant pistoning of the violating 
tentacles sending an unwilling tingling through Sarah's 
devirginized body. 

"Please," she whimpered helplessly, turning her head to 
one side as the girl's body shuddered, her nipples 
hardening as the smaller tentacles pulled and suckled at 
them, the slow building burning need of her clit barely 
sated by the tentacle that assaulted it, "just... Just 
stop it. End this, daddy. Please..."

"You have the power, Sarah," the creature rumbled, his 
large clawed hands suddenly cupping her breasts, causing 
his daughter to gasp, "You're stronger than this. You're 
more than this! You're not the weak pathetic human you 
pretend to be, or what your mother was! Show me, my 
daughter! Show me your power!"

"Nooo!" Sarah screamed gritting her teeth and sealing her 
eyes more tightly closed as the tentacles pushed harder 
into her, growing in width and sending sparks pain 
through her body, "I- I'm just a girl! I'm nobody! I'm 
nothing!"

"Then that's all you shall ever be!" the creature 
sneered, it's eyes glowing a deep crimson as more of its 
writhing tendrils squirmed out across the girl's body, 
wrapping about her tender flesh in a dark, thorough 
embrace, "You're no better than your mother, Sarah. Just 
a pathetic human, and now I'll do to you what I did to 
her. There's no sense in leaving any witnesses after 
all..."

"Nooo!" shrieked Sarah, her eyes opening suddenly to 
reveal a crimson glow of their own as the tentacles began 
to squeeze the life from her, a feeling of intense power 
flooding Sarah's mind as she felt her skin begin to 
tingle and shift, her weight upon the bed seeming to 
lessen, "I won't let you!"

"Incredible!" her father exclaimed as Sarah's skin 
bubbled beneath his tendrils, turning midnight black as 
the girl's legs metamorphosed into a mass of squirming 
tendrils of her own before reaching out to wrap around 
his torso, "You- Your power Sarah! It's more than I could 
have dreamed of!"

"Deal with it!" the girl exclaimed, her voice full of 
wrathful anger as she sat upright, her now long-fingered, 
clawed hands taking a handful of her father's tentacles 
as her own drew him closer.

Her father laughed delightedly as Sarah's transformation 
completed itself, inwardly congratulating himself on his 
success, and making a mental note to inform his people 
that another planet suitable for their breeding needs had 
been found. The creature only then noticed as Sarah's 
tentacles coiled tighter, constraining his own as the 
girl wrapped her arms around him and growled angrily.

"You bastard," she hissed, her father's voice catching in 
his throat as he felt himself dissolving into her, "Is 
that all humans are to you? Breeding stock? To be used 
and then thrown away when you're done with them?"

"S-Sarah," her father gasped, feeling a sharp pull as the 
ends of her pointed tendrils dug deeply into his shadowy 
form, sucking forth his life-force as though through a 
dozen straws, "You- You don't understand, my dear. We are 
superior! We are fit to rule these inferior corporeal 
beings!"

"Inferior?!" the girl demanded, sucking harder as her 
father's form shrank away, an expression of unimaginable 
pain crossing his dark features, "At least they don't 
terrorize their own offspring for a decade before 
deciding to devour them!"

"S-Sarah, please!" the fading shadow pleaded, his voice 
echoing from far away as his existence faded, "It- It was 
the only way! It's the way our people have bread for 
centuries, spreading across the cosmos, surviving in the 
only way we can. You must understand, my dearest 
daughter, we can rule this planet once our people find 
out about it. We can be happy together!"

Sarah smirked as she devoured her father's memories, the 
thoughts and experiences of ten thousand years of 
existence. The culmination of a life spent living off a 
billion other races only to suddenly find itself 
surrounded by enemies, hunted to near extinction, and 
left to die on an uncharted world. Its only thoughts were 
of revenge, of leaving Earth only to collect the 
scattered remnants of the other 'Tirig'ni' and returning 
to enslave the human race. To use them against those who 
had nearly exterminated them after an untold millennia of 
oppression and fear.

"You lie, father," she spat, speaking the word with 
utmost contempt as the girl devoured what little remained 
of him, "We're nothing but parasites. Our species 
deserves to be exterminated. And that's just what I'm 
going to do. I'll track down the others; I'll bring them 
here. Lure them with false promises of countless 
unwitting victims, and them consume them like you planned 
to do to me. Oh, our race will rise again, but this time 
we won't be making the same old mistakes. Your mistakes, 
father; the ones that cursed your own species to an 
eternal existence of terrified wandering. No, we'll be 
much more subtle about it this time, that I promise you. 
Good-bye, daddy. I wish I could say it's been fun..."

And with that, the Tirig'ni's greatest leader vanished 
from existence...


The End


Copyright Adiemus Bacchante July 2002
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