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 Title: Twisted Tales 1 - The Bed (g/solo, g/supernatural, mc, rough, pain)
Author: Forgotten Idol
Keywords: g/solo, g/supernatural, mc, rough, pain

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   Even at a young age I had a lot of liberties.  I was being raised by a
single father (my mother left when I was very young) and he had to work a
lot of crazy hours.  A lot of times I was left to entertain myself with
little oversight.  I couldn't say that I was sexual, the concept was still
foreign to me, but I discovered my cunny was a place of fascination at a
very young age.  When I was four, I would put my cunny under the faucet in
the bath, letting the water beat against it, and it would make me feel warm
and tingly.  I was a big fan of bath time at that point.



   I soon found that rubbing my cunny against anything would elicit the
same warm sensation.  I would sometimes straddle the footboard of my bed
and press my panty-covered cunny against it and move my hips around.  So I
really liked my bed too.  It was an antique, my father told me once when it
was made, but I don't remember, but it was some time in the 1800's.  It was
solid wood, and a very dark cherry color, and had a huge headboard with and
engraving of a forest.  It had that old wood smell that seemed to both
relax and stimulate me.  I would have these dreams, or I thought they were
dreams, where the forest engraving would move, like it was swaying in the
wind.  I would wake up and my cunny would be warm, and I would lift my
nightshirt an rub my cunny against the footboard until I felt small spasms
shoot through me.



   It was not the only strange thing.  Laying in bed, I would sometimes
hear whispers, nothing that I could make out exactly.  Oddly, they never
did frighten me, they just made me feel like I was not alone.



   These things continued innocently for years until the first time I was
ever left alone in the house by myself, that was when things really
changed.



   I was 8 years old, and my dad had an emergency at work.  He tried to get
hold of my usual babysitter, but she was not available.  He tried to get
out of it, but couldn't.  He had to work.  He apologized to me, and told me
to be a big girl and to stay inside and call him if I needed anything.



   I wasn't really scared being left alone.  I felt older and responsible
and free.  I kind of giggled to myself when he left.



   I was a curious girl, and when you first have free range over your
surroundings you of course go to the one place that had always been off
limits.  For me that was my dad's room.



   I walked into his room and felt naughty.  I was never allowed in there
without him.  It felt strange and exciting.  I looked around for a bit,
then headed to his closet.  Aside from his clothes, there were a few boxes
on the floor.  I pulled one out and it was filled with old tools.  I pushed
it aside and pulled another one out, It looked like it was filled with old
papers and magazines, most of them having to do with sports.  I dug down a
little deeper and pull out a magazine from the bottom.  My eyes opened
wide. I could tell it was a 'dirty' magazine that I had heard adults
chuckle about before.  I put it on the floor next to me and hurriedly
pushed the boxes back into the closet.



   I curled the magazine in half and took it back to my room.  I felt so
naughty, I was going to look at a dirty magazine!  I giggled to myself and
sat cross-legged on my bed, my dress riding up a bit.  I put the magazine
in front of me and stared at it.  Big letters along the top said 'Barely
Legal.' Underneath that it said 'special hot solo action edition, young
girls home alone.' I giggled at it.



   On the cover there was a picture of a beautiful girl.  She was dressed
in what looked like a school uniform, but the skirt came up to mid-thigh
and the shirt was tight, showing off her perky breasts.  In the lower-right
corner by the picture there was written '18-year-old schoolgirl Tracy tests
her limits.'



   I opened up the magazine and my eyes got wide.  After a few pages of
ads, there was a picture of another girl completely nude.  Her nipples were
pointed out, her cunny had a line of short hair.  In her hand she was
holding something up to her mouth, a shaft of rubber with a large head on
it like a mushroom.  I didn't know at the time that it was a big dildo made
to look like a man's cock, but I was still fascinated by it.  There was a
caption that said 'Jenna uses her favorite toy.' It wasn't like any toy I
had seen.



   I turned the page and my head jerked back a little.  The girl was on her
side, one leg spread open in the air.  It showed her holding the toy
between her legs and my eyes followed the shaft all the way to her cunny.
Her cunny lips were spread out around the shaft and the big head was
nowhere to be seen.  My mouth opened a little and I gasped.  The big head
was INSIDE her cunny.  I knew, from curious fumbling that there was a
little opening inside the puffy folds of my cunny, but it was so tiny the
idea of something going into it never crossed my mind.



   I turned the page, and again my head jerked back.  The next picture
showed almost all the shaft of the toy gone.  It was inside her cunny as
well.  I flipped back and forth between the previous picture, comparing
them and wondered how it all could go inside her cunny.  It must be up
inside her belly, I thought.  I kept flipping through the pages of the set,
the other pictures showing different angles and showing the toy at various
degrees inside her cunny.  I stared at one picture for awhile of her from
the back, straddled over the toy.  I could see her cunny lips stretched
wide around the toy, her skin looked like a stretched rubber band.



   I scooted my butt up and lifted my dress until it was bunched up around
my waist.  My fingers lazily pressed against the front of my princess
panties.  I could feel how warm my cunny was, and my fingers lazily rubbed
it without any real intention.



   I turned the magazine to the next series and saw the girl from the
cover, but she was completely naked.  Her breasts were small but perky, and
her cunny had a light stubble around it like my dad's face after shaving.
Though it was bare, it looked almost nothing like my cunny.  Along the side
of the page were big letters that read 'Schoolgirl tests her limits.  Tracy
takes on the Monster!'



   I flipped the page and almost jumped up.  The girl was there, sitting on
a bed, and in her hands was a toy that looked shaped like the one from the
other photo set, but it was black and made the other look so TINY!  My
mouth dropped open.  The girl in the photo had her mouth open too, and her
eyebrows were lifted, a look on her face of confused shock, She wasn't
going to...she couldn't...could she?  I thought, my fingers pressed harder
against my cunny through my panties.



   There was a paragraph written along side the picture: 'Tracy might look
innocent, but she's going to give her tight teen pussy the stretching of a
lifetime when she takes on this massive toy.  This monster was never meant
for tight teen pussy, but this 18-year-old is determined.'



   I turned the page, the next photo showed the toy laying on her stomach.
The base was near her cunny, and the end was a few inches below her
breasts. She had the same shocked look on her face that I did.  The next
photo showed her spreading some sort of oil all over it.  Her hands
gripping it and her fingers didn't come close to touching each other.  The
next photo she had the toy's base push up against the headboard of the bed
and it was laying out on the mattress.  She had her legs spread, the head
of the toy pointed at her cunny.  I quickly turned the page.



   The next image showed her cunny lips spread out obscenely wide, though
only half the massive head was pushed against her cunny.  Her head was
back, her eyes closed and mouth open.  The next photo showed the head maybe
just a little more against her cunny, but now her one hand was squeezing
the bed covers, the other hand was at her mouth, one finger between her
teeth as she bit down on it.  Her nose was curled and her eyes winced.



   My panties were wet and my little cunny was on fire.  My mind was almost
lost in the moment.  I slid the magazine as I moved to straddle the
footboard of my bed.  I moaned as I pressed my cunny down against the hard
wood and started moving my hips, my panty-covered cunny dragged against the
wood.



   I turned back to the magazine and eagerly turned to the next page.  In
the next picture she had pulled away from the toy, and she looked down at
it, her fingertip still in her mouth.  On the head of the toy, you could
see where her cunny had pushed the oil halfway down the head.



   I had one of my hands braced against the footboard as my cunny rocked
harder against it.  I looked back at the magazine, following the pictures
as the girl put more oil on the toy and also on her cunny.



   I was pressing my cunny so vigorously against the hard wood, I pulled my
other hand over to help brace me.  As I looked down at the magazine, the
page flipped on it's own, but I was too lost in my own efforts to think
much.



   The girl again had the head of the toy halfway in her cunny, a look of
fearful determination on her face.  The next picture, her cunny was
grotesquely stretched around the base of the head.  The page flipped again
on its own.  The next paged showed the head completely gone in her cunny.
Her head was all the way back and her mouth was wide open.



   I couldn't believe something that massive went inside her cunny.  I lost
it.  I felt the familiar spasms radiating out from my cunny but they were
far bigger than ever.



   "Ahhhh....ahhhHHH!" I screamed loudly as my body convulsed over the
footboard.



   "Yesssssss..." in the throws of my spasms, I heard a faint woman's
voice. "Yessss..." it said again, but it was two voices.  "Yesss....give
us..." one voice said.  "....your pleasure." the other finished.



   I collapsed sideways onto the bed, my face against the pages of the
magazine, my eyes locked on the girls cunny where the toy had spread it
unnaturally wide.



   "....she wants this..."



   "...yes..."



   "...I sense the longing....the wonder..."



   "...the curiosity..."



   "...come..."



   "...to us...child..."



   I lifted my head and looked towards the headboard.  The trees were
moving, like in my dream.  The roots of the trees moved around like snakes.
I could not look away, it was hypnotic.  I slowly rose, and stood up on my
bed.  My head was spinning and I walked as if I was not in control.  I
walked to the headboard, still hypnotized by it's motions.



   It felt as if I were asleep, but aware at the same time.  I turned my
back towards the headboard and leaned my back against it.  I felt like I
was pulled into the trees, the branches spread out and I felt the smooth
wood wrap around my arms and shoulders.  They pulled me up and I felt my
feet leave the mattress.  The braches around my shoulders pulled and tore
the straps of my dress and it fell from me onto the mattress below.  I hung
there, held to the headboard in nothing but my panties.



   The roots churned beneath me and pulled at my legs, then pushed my
ankles back against my thighs.  They wrapped around my thighs and calves,
holding them together, and lifting them.  My feet pressed flat against the
head board, and my thighs spread open in a wide 'V.'



   It had to be a dream, but I felt everything branch holding me.  I saw
more roots stirring between my spread legs.  They were moving outward and
twisting around each other, making a shaft.  More knotted around the end as
it got longer and started arching up between my legs.  It started to take
on the shape of the toys in the magazine.  This can't be happening, I
thought.



   It kept getting longer, rising up and hovering over my panty-covered
cunny.  The roots were so tightly packed it looked like one solid object.



   "....more..."



   "...yes....more...."



   The faint whispers were echoing in my head.  My eyes were opening and
closing slowly.



   More roots moved along the shaft and head, making it grow thicker.  As I
watched it, the images from the magazine flipped through my head, the words
I read from it, my mind locking onto the picture of the massive toy laying
along the girl's belly.



   "...she wants it bigger...."



   "...yes...much bigger..."



   More and more roots joined the shaft making it grow ridiculously.



   I shook my head, trying to protest.  I tried to say 'no' but only
gasping breaths escaped my lips.  The shaft started to move, wiggling like
a snake and I felt the rough head rub against my cunny through my panties.



   I gasped as it rubbed me up and down against my tiny cunny.  I could
feel how massively thick it was, and I again tried to shake my head in
protest.  Despite my efforts, nothing came from my mouth, and the shaft
between my legs was making my cunny moist and hot again.



   "...she is small..."



   "....yes...a child...."



   "....but her body is longing...burning..."





   The shaft rubbed my cunny harder, and I felt little shocks radiating up
my belly.  I groaned and gasped, which it seemed that was all I could
muster.



   "....we have waited long for her..."



   The shaft pulled back, and I looked down, seeing more roots moving up
the shaft.  It was getting even bigger, looking more and more like the
massive toy in the magazine.  I shook my head and gasped..."N...no..." the
words weakly left my mouth.  I felt roots moving down my thighs and
gripping at my panties.  They tore at them and they fell to the bed,
leaving me completely exposed.



   I gasped loudly as the shaft rubbed against my exposed bald cunny lips.



   "....do not resist, child...."



   "...you are burning for this...."



   "...you want this...."



   I moaned loudly.  The shaft's head pressed roughly against my tender
cunny, I felt my lips flare around the tip of the head, then it slipped up
from between my cunny, sending a shock through me that made me tremble. 
She shaft grinded against my cunny as I felt the head move along the skin
of my belly.  It slowly moved up and down, the shaft in constant contact
with my cunny.  I had never felt the smooth wood against my bare cunny, and
it sent incredible bolts of pleasure through me.



   "....you feel the ache..."



   "....surrender to it....child..."



   The constant friction of the shaft against my cunny was driving me nuts.
I was squirming as best as I could within my confines.



   "...you feel the burning....the desire..."



   I felt the shaft slide downward, the head again pushing against my
cunny, making my lips flare around it's tip.



   "....her hole is begging to be filled...."



   "Ahhh!" I groaned as I felt the head pushing hard against my tiny hole.
My lips struggling to spread wider for it.  A burning pain throbbed in my
cunny, and yet it pushed harder driving my cunny to strain wider and wider.
It felt like my cunny was being split in half and tearing.  I screamed and
writhed in my bonds.



   ".....yesssss...."



   "....scream for us...little one...."



   "....you wanted this...."



   My head dropped limply, through my half-open eyes I saw the thick base
of the head slowly disappearing into my cunny, tearing my tortured cunny
even wider.



   "AHhHhh....Arrrghhhhh!" My head whipped back, my teeth clenched tightly
as I cried out.  I felt something pop just inside my cunny and the head of
the shaft surged up, completely disappearing.



   I felt my entire body be pushed upwards as the shaft thrust hard.  As my
body started to fall back, it thrust again, surging me upwards and it drove
deeper into my belly.  I was a mess of screams and writhing, like a live
insect pinned to a board.



   "....yesss...ravish the little creature...." The voice was almost
growling.



   Each thrust drove the shaft deeper into my belly, making me feel cramped
and bloated.  It was an unending attack as I was jerked up and down by it's
thrusts.  I felt huge head pushing hard against something in my belly, but
it didn't stop it's efforts.  With each thrust I felt my grossly stretched
cunny lips being pulled inward.



   I was weak.  I could barely scream.  I tried but only gasps and groans
echoed in my throat.  My head dropped down, my mouth hung open and spit ran
down my chin.  Through my dazed and blurred vision I saw my lower belly
bulge outward with every thrust.



   I closed my eyes, hoping the assault would end, but the thrusts got
faster and harder.  I couldn't tell how long it lasted.  Twenty, maybe
thirty minutes of constantly being shoved up and down like a rag doll, and
my head was hurting.  Something started to change.  It was still so
painful, but I felt my cunny starting to have the familiar tingles of
pleasure.  It grew with every thrust,



   "Guh!" I choked on my own gasp as my cunny exploded in pleasure.  How
could I be enjoying this?!



   The pleasure came in pulses and rippled up through my stuffed, bloated
belly.  I almost couldn't breathe, my body spasmed so hard.



   "....sssurender to us...."



   "...to the pleasure...."



   The braches gripped me tighter, holding me in place.  I felt the shaft
pull back, feeling like it was pulling my insides with it, then it brutally
slammed back into me, knocking the breath from my lungs.  Over and over it
did that, getting faster and harder.  I didn't care.  The waves of pleasure
were unrelenting.  I felt dizzy, like the blood was rushing from my head
and my vision got fuzzy, as the shaft unmercifully ruined my cunny.



   "....she is ours..." was the last whisper I head before I passed out.