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Hard Knobs and Broomsticks
by Pagan (kayce69@haytor.fsworld.co.uk)

***

Supernatural, rape, young, witchcraft. (nc, rp, 1st, 
fantasy)

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"That was a wonderful evening darling," the raven 
haired woman patted his knee as the car slowed for the 
bend, he snatched a quick glance at his wife, "Glad you 
liked it, nice to go some where different."

She turned and looked at the two girls behind, one was 
more asleep then the other as she looked at them she 
smiled, "I think our girls had a great time?"
One of them returned the look by forcing an angelic 
smile past a tired yawn, "Too much ice cream."

The woman smiled a loving motherly smile back and 
returned to sitting comfortably in the plush seats of 
the Rolls Royce for the rest of the journey.

"Seriously darling that was a lovely thought," she was 
all most cooing at him.
He grinned at his success, "Just a little treat for my 
best girls and it was Lord Casper's day, what ever that 
is, still got to do it right now we are part of the 
community."

The little voice piped up from behind, "But Casper's a 
ghost."

The woman didn't turn around, "No darling this Casper 
was a Lord back in the days when our home was his home 
and he banished of all the nasty people so it's a safe 
place to live and people like to remember that."

The man added, "Well banish is a nice way of saying he 
put undesirables to death but what I can't understand 
is he then goes a jumps off the top of his burning 
house screaming like a mad man in full view of the 
villagers, all very strange." 

They both laughed before the car fell silent.

Roland and Daphne Gaston had been married for 15 years. 
She was a rich daddy's darling, the horses and holidays 
type of girl, beautiful but country fresh. Roland had 
been a partner in daddies firm, before it became Lawton 
and Gaston, a successful power broker in his own right 
and knew marrying the senior partners daughter was the 
right way to further the good things in life, Roland 
would do anything to be comfortable.

The twins, Alicia and Dianne where spoilt little 12 
year olds and going the same way as mother, live well, 
marry well, stay living well, the Lawton girl's motto.

Living well they certainly were, a mansion that had 
been burnt down in the middle ages was now refurbished 
and their country estate. Ashcroft Hall was set in 23 
acres of land, a small lake forced the long drive up to 
the main doors to curve, giving superb views of the 
hall and down in to the valley beyond, the very epitome 
of a rich mans home.

As the Rolls Royce slid past the automatic gates the 
security lights illuminated the drive, Roland rolled 
his shoulders in to the leather seat, "Tell me your 
sister is not coming until tomorrow afternoon, let me 
sleep in, I'm bushed."

Daphne yawned, "About 4, but there's still the girls to 
take to riding school."
As he turned the wheel towards the garage he chuckled, 
"You know you could always take the little darlings." 

She straightened herself, "You just let us out here and 
put the car away, I'll talk to you later."

Waking the girls Daphne ushered them in to the house; 
the car purred up the small ramp and stopped waiting 
for the doors to roll open, as soon as the latch hit 
the top the car slid in.

Roland switched off and climbed out, stretching as he 
did, but he stopped, it had been a warm autumn evening 
but the garage was icy cold.

He looked around, confused by the sound; it was like 
running water only faint, like the air was moving 
around him, the cold was making his head ache, his 
whole body shook, his breath was being taken from him, 
he watched the vapour as it rose from his mouth.

Roland shook his head, trying to clear it, make sense 
of what was happening, he moved to the connecting door 
and staggered through. The warmth hit him; he sucked it 
in to his body as he lay against the corridor wall.

Daphne was tucking the girls in bed; Roland went to the 
drinks cabinet and poured himself a large Brandy, 
downing it in one he felt the warm liquid revitalise 
his shaking body.

He poured another and stood by the dieing embers of the 
fire, trying to capture any warmth. Daphne came in, 
"Not still drinking, you were near enough the limit 
when we left the Hemlock Restaurant, I think..." she 
was cut off in mid sentence.

Roland shuddered, "Damndest think, the garage was an 
ice box, I've never felt cold like it in my life."

Daphne laughed, "That's an old one but I will find out 
if your lying, I've left my wrap, give me the keys and 
I'll get it out the car."

She grabbed the keys and headed out and down to the 
car; with in two minutes she was back, her face ashen, 
"I think we have had enough to drink, lets go to bed."
Roland looked quizzical, "Something wrong?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, I went in to 
the garage and I'm sure some thing grabbed my foot, 
when I looked down the floor seemed to be moving, I'll 
leave my wrap until the morning," as she left to go up 
stairs he heard her mutter, "Must be the drink."

They slept deep that night; Daphne woke with just 45 
minutes to get the girls ready for the riding school. 
Roland staggered up just as they were leaving. Three 
coffees later his mind went back to the garage.

Still in his bed robe he walked down the corridor, he 
hesitated at the adjoining door, then, grumbling to 
himself not to be so paranoid, he pushed it open, the 
most revolting smell engulfed his nostrils.

Still hung over from the night before he started to 
vomit, his body retching at the smell, he could taste 
the odour, he dropped to his knees clutching his 
stomach as he heaved at the smell. 

Though he felt awful Roland could hear something, a low 
rasping laugh, an echoing, evil sound that seemed to 
come from below him. He struggled to his feet, swaying 
as he did, he felt the floor move, he staggered back 
trying to find the wall for support.

He suddenly thumped in to the wall, he put his hand to 
his face, the sweat covered his hands, it was then he 
felt something wined around his neck; it was as if the 
wall had hold of him.
Roland put his hands behind his neck trying to grab at 
what ever was holding him, as he did the same slim 
tentacle like vines slid around his wrist's pulling 
them back almost welding them to the garage wall.

As he struggled more vines seemed to grow from the 
wall, his knees and ankles then his waist were 
systematically pulled on to the bare wall, the effort 
and the smell made his head spin.

He stopped struggling, his chest heaved as he gasped 
for breath; as he stood there immobilised the garage 
light flicked, then went dull, then suddenly burst in 
to white light before exploding in to a thousand 
pieces.

The fear of what was happening gripped Roland, the 
silent helplessness and eerie light only heightened his 
sense of foreboding, he renewed his futile struggle for 
freedom until it was cut short by the return of the 
rasping laugh.

He stopped, his eyes darted around the garage, the 
light from the small window the only illumination; it 
was enough to see that the centre of the floor was 
moving. A round brown like puddle was rippling, its 
centre starting to lift, starting to form a shape. Soon 
it was at least four feet high and becoming human.

Roland strained and pulled but he was held fast. The 
thing in front of him grew another six or seven inches 
then started to materialize. He could see it was a 
female form, he could see it was the back, it was 
stooped, it seemed to be covered in a black shroud, the 
long mattered hair hung in filthy, greasy clumps, it 
slowly turned.

The word hag was polite compared to the abomination 
that Roland's eyes beheld. The bent figure looked at 
him, the foul almost toothless mouth grinned, the 
grotesque face was covered in weeping sores. Thankfully 
the mattered hair covered the sides but it was obvious 
to any living creature that this was evil. 

Roland tore his eyes away from the hideous face only to 
look at the ground, tentacles writhed around her feet, 
and to Roland's amazement some of them looked to be in 
the shape of a thick long penis.
  
She moved closer, Roland couldn't see her walk, it was 
a though she glided, she was now close enough for the 
odour of her breath to attack his sense's. Her head 
cocked to one side, "Ye a kin to Casper?"

Shocked by hearing it speak, Roland could only shake 
his head as she carried on, "Ye know of Casper?"

His head still shook, "Then why ye at this abode, ye 
taken it for thine own?"
Struggling to speak Roland choked, "It's our house now 
and Casper died years ago, now let me go, get these 
things off me."

She cackled the same rasping laugh Roland had heard 
before, "Correction, thy are not the master of this 
house, this house is its own master and tis I who allow 
it and its inhabitants freedom."

Roland struggled to make sense of what she was saying, 
"I, I mean we, my family inhabit this house and I will 
have you banished."

Her face broke in to insane delirium, spit from her 
mouth joined her cackling laugh, "Ye banish me, ye have 
no power or ye would have destroyed that what holds 
you, no ye have nothing to come between me and my pets 
or this house," her blood-shot eye stared at him, "Or 
their pleasures."

Roland echoed the word, "Pleasures?"

Her head cocked again as she smiled, "Oh ye know of 
such pleasures of the flesh," Roland couldn't help but 
notice the cock shaped tentacles as they seemed to grow 
and move against her leg but his mind was brought back 
to her as her next words filled him with fear, "This 
house reeks of virgin pleasures and for my pets to 
continue they need their fulfillment."

Roland screamed at her, "You leave my fam...!!" One of 
the tentacles around his throat broke loose and thrust 
itself in to his protesting mouth, then it grew, 
getting fatter, he tried to push it out with his 
tongue; as his tongue touched it he realized he was 
licking a male penis and it continued filling his 
mouth. 

Her stare grew intense, "Thou say nothing more to me, I 
take what is needed and so will the house, ye have 
trespassed, ye have resurrected what was not yours, now 
you and yours will pay."

He stood there helpless, he could neither move or 
speak, he could not bite the thing in his mouth, it was 
solid and would not budge but what was worse was that 
although the meat at his teeth did not move the tip 
inside his mouth pumped at his throat, the fat knob end 
exciting itself on the roof of his mouth, to his horror 
he realized he was being face fucked. 

His cheeks blow in and out as the piston in his mouth 
worked to relieve itself; she gloated at his stupidity, 
"I will take myself to view the house, feeling its 
pulse is of little value, but to see what ye have done, 
will be pleasurable indeed, maybe mine eye will fall 
upon the lake where so many did loose their breath to 
the sadistic Casper." 

She seemed to float out of the garage. Roland had 
stopped fighting to free himself it was now a matter of 
breathing as the cock in his mouth worked down his 
throat.

It seemed to have no intention of cumming it just kept 
thrusting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow all the time 
just letting him have enough air to sustain life, some 
how he knew that at any time it could continue its 
thrust all the way down his throat and in to him.

Suddenly she was in front of him again, "I know not of 
what carriage doth appear but we have company, a fine 
lady and two off spring, I feel the two we have spoken 
of are in the walls again."

Roland felt the vines bind tighter, all made muffled 
cries as he heard Daphne, her voice drifting down the 
corridor, "No you two get up stairs and get in the 
bath, you are filthy, I'm going to change and find 
daddy, now off you go."

She grinned at Roland, "Mmmmmm the smell, virgins, my 
pets, virgins." As she spoke so the floor around them 
moved, pulsated, forms started to appear, Roland cast 
his eyes around.

Six or eight shapes seemed to manifest themselves, they 
were thin, bony, nothing more than skeletons with a 
thin brownish skin like cover. Their hands long, their 
fingers more like sharp talons; as they rose from the 
floor their legs were more animal than human, bent like 
a dogs back legs, their crotch had three or four 
tentacles and Roland could see they were penis shaped.

The whole room seemed to writhe in long vine like 
cocks, not only from the things but even from the floor 
and walls, the garage was alive and Roland groaned as 
he realized so was the entire house.

Suddenly he felt the thing in his mouth spurt, first a 
little then more juice filled his mouth, it tasted foul 
and it was going in to his stomach, pumping and pumping 
until his body felt it was drowning and he blacked out.

Daphne voice woke him, he could hear her calling, 
"Roland, Roland, where are you, you lazy, idle good for 
nothing, Amanda will be here at five, oh come on where 
are you?" the hags grin grew wide fully showing her 
foul caverness mouth.

Her stinking breath engulfed Roland, "Aaaahhh the lady 
of the house doth approach," her head turned down to 
the creatures, "Shall we see what she has to offer that 
will quench thou passion."

Roland's futile movements didn't warrant her attention 
as she listened to the voice, getting, closer and 
closer, "Roland are you messing in that garage, and 
what's that awful smell?"

Daphne turned in to the garage, a tentacle stifled the 
little shriek as it quickly wrapped itself around her 
waist and squeezed the air from her. Then one from the 
floor entwined her ankle's pulling them quickly 
together. One of her hands went to her waist the other 
to her mouth, both were grabbed by a creature as 
another tentacle came from the wall and wrapped itself 
around her neck choking out any chance of her 
screaming.

"uuuuggghhh, can you smell that?" Alicia put the 
scented sponge to her nose, letting the rose scented 
water run down over her small, perfectly formed 
breasts.

Diana pointed her cute button nose up and sniffed, 
"It's coming from down stairs, maybe mummy has burnt 
the lunch," they both laughed.

Alicia shivered, "The bath waters getting cold, what do 
you want to do, put more hot in or shall we get out?"

Alicia put her hand over the bath edge and grabbed for 
the towel; her little hand fumbled to get the crumpled 
middle so she could pick it up, something felt hard, 
she squeezed at the bump.

As she pulled at the towel the bump seemed to come up 
in her hand, she carried on pulling. She stood, she 
went to wrap the towel around herself, something long 
and hard slapped against her body.

Diana squealed and pointed, trailing from the towel to 
the floor was a long brown tentacle and it was moving.

Startled by her sisters squeal Alicia dropped the towel 
in to the bath, the brown tentacle slid up over her 
breast, then moved under her arm and around her neck, 
pulling her side ways making her topple over the edge 
of the bath and on to the floor.

Diana clutched the soaking towel to her chest trying to 
hide her young nude body, pushing herself in to the 
corner of the bath, she was looking for safety but her 
eyes were still glued to the floor, it was moving, 
things were appearing, long tentacles writhed upward 
entangling her naked sister. 

Alicia shook her head as a cock shaped tentacle pushed 
at her lips; her arms were being pulled flat to the 
floor as more tentacles started to encircle her knees, 
thighs, and ankles, another wound around her waist the 
end dribbled its sticky juice over her naked body, 
slipping up and touching her nipple.

Diana took a breath and screamed.

Daphne shook her head, choking out a cry as she heard 
her daughter's scream. The hags bony finger reached out 
and scrapped a nail over the silk of Daphne's house 
coat following the curve of her left breast, "Twould 
seem as if the house has awoke to the smell of virgin," 
the nail flicked at the indentation of the nipple, 
"Would nia do for the blood to be broken before the 
hour of ten."
 
Her face looked inquisitively at Roland and Daphne, "Ye 
do know that ten is the hour, four hundred years ago to 
the day that Casper died, the young virgin blood will 
protect all here from ye mortals, the house will be us, 
and we will take our pleasures for another hundred 
years."

Another shrill came from upstairs, she looked at 
Roland, the cock like tentacle still filled his mouth, 
"And I will be beautiful again, you will not resist 
me," she turned back to Daphne, "He will not have to 
worry about you, my imps will look after you, now to 
cast a view upon the virgins."

She slowly rose and started to glide from the room, her 
bony finger traced across Daphne face, as she looked at 
the writhing creatures, "Why not play with the mistress 
my pets, your cocks look full and she looks empty."

Daphne could only squeal as the hag left her to her 
fate.

Roland resumed his futile struggle but all he could do 
was watch as one of the imps holding his wife put his 
face close to hers, sniffed at her then licked the side 
of her face.

The other one closed his talon like fingers over the 
crimson silk and squeezed her left breast.

The one licking her face let his hand drop, his arms 
being overly long had no problem touching her knee and 
slowly he gathered the material, pulling the housecoat 
up, revealing Daphne's long slender naked legs.

As more and more of her leg showed Roland saw two cock 
shaped tentacles, they rose from the floor and started 
to snake their way up both limbs.

Roland struggled, he felt so helpless as his wife's 
terrified eyes pleaded at him for help, his struggling 
suddenly stopped, his eyes flew open as he felt 
something long and slimy crawling under his robe and up 
the back of his leg.

Diana had stopped her squealing, a long thin tentacle 
had slid up the back of the bath and wrapped itself 
many times around her face covering her eyes and mouth, 
her little hands searched behind he head trying to pull 
herself free.

Diana struggled, her nakedness forgotten in her 
attempts to get loose but other thin tentacles slid 
over the bath edge, encircling her body, two wound 
themselves around her breasts, pulsating as they 
squeezed the young flesh, the tips tickling at the pink 
nipples.

Now her wrist's had been captured, they were pulled 
painfully back while other tentacles had slid in to the 
bath, Diana's knees had been pulled wide apart and thin 
tapered vines were under the water pushing between her 
arse cheeks searching out the pink slightly puckered 
hole whilst others darted in and around her young 
virgin cunt. 

Alicia laid on the floor in the same prone position, 
her arms held firmly to the floor, tentacles on her 
ankles, knees and thighs holding her legs wide open 
while others played around her arse and cunt. Little 
vine like fingers squeezed and mauled her young 
breasts; she wanted to scream at them but the tentacle 
that had been pushing at her lips had worked itself 
inside her mouth, it had grown fat, plugging her mouth, 
painfully stretching it wide, keeping it open she could 
do nothing to stop the end as it started pumping at her 
throat.

The hag appeared at the door, "Well my pets you doth 
take pleasure with our young virgins, but not to break 
the blood, now is not the time, but as you seem to have 
them at your mercy, take them, but only relieve your 
pleasure's by fucking their other holes, I promise you 
may take the rest after the ceremony. 

As she left, she watched an imp materialize from the 
bathroom floor, he slavered and gloated over the two 
helpless twelve year olds, two long cocks swayed from 
his crotch but she wanted to reacquaint herself with 
the rest of the building and she must reopen the 
cellar, she must unlock the secret door, she knew where 
Casper's treasure was.

Daphne and Roland were continuing their fight for 
freedom but only achieving exhaustion. The imps playing 
with the helpless Daphne had past her wrists behind 
her, vines had encircled them pulling them tight, 
completely covering her wrists, arms and elbows.

The two of them had ripped the silk covering her 
breasts and exposed her large firm tits to their long 
tongues. The rest of the housecoat had slightly parted, 
Roland could see her inner thighs up to the V of her 
crotch, he could also see the vine that had held her 
legs had split in two and was now forcing her legs to 
part. He couldn't help but watch as the two snake like 
vines slowly wound around her parted legs moving 
further and further up towards that V.

Daphne moaned from behind her clenched teeth. Vines 
were entwining into her hair pulling her head back as 
other thin vines pushed between her lips looking for 
away in to her mouth, all the time sharp nails pressed 
in to her tits, tongues licked at her nipples and 
slavering mouth sucked the teats up.

Roland's cheeks blew out, a moan gurgled past the thing 
in his mouth making it jump, it moved but all he could 
feel was something long and fat touching his arse.

Other vines encircled his knees pulling them apart, the 
long hard cock shape tentacle pushed between his arse 
cheeks, as the cock in his mouth started to pump again 
so the one between his arse cheeks found his entrance.

The vine shrank, it was almost a tickling sensation as 
it wriggled up in to his passage, then it started to 
fatten again, it got thicker filling his anal passage 
then, just like the one in his mouth it started to 
pump, he closed his eyes shutting out Daphne's plight 
as the pain of his doubled ended rape racked his body.

The bathroom was filled with the pathetic moans of two 
young girls.

Alicia was bent over the bathroom chair, her slim waist 
pressed on the hard chair back; her ankles and knees 
fastened wide open to the back legs. Her wrists bound 
to the top of the front legs. Long strands of vine went 
from either side of the back staves, entangled in her 
hair, holding her head up and back.

Three long tentacle cocks waved in her face, one was 
already buried deep in her mouth, pumping at her 
throat, the other two waving around, just waiting for 
their turn to fuck the young girl's mouth. Behind her 
three more moved, two spreading their sticky juice over 
her thighs and arse cheeks as they ran over her soft 
skin waiting to take the place of the third thick cock, 
which was deeply fucking her up inside her bowels.

Diana was on her hands and knees, vines held her lower 
legs to the floor, the same held her wrists but the imp 
held her body up. He was behind her, one of his long 
cocks sank deep in to her raping in and out of her 
arse, the other slid along the soft velvet like lips of 
her cunt as his finger held the lovely mass of dark 
hair, pulling the head up.

As he fucked her tight young arse hard all she could do 
was aammmpphhh as her mouth was filled with a tentacle 
cock and, like her sister, two others were waving in 
front of her face waiting to use her.

Downstairs Daphne struggled; the two imps were now 
biting her nipples, pulling them out with their teeth. 
Her legs were now open and the two snake like tentacles 
were sliding all over her thin silk panties, pushing at 
the corners of the material as they forced themselves 
inside.

An imp bit hard, Daphne couldn't help but scream, the 
second her mouth opened the two thin vines grew, 
filling her mouth stopping it from closing. The end of 
each vine turned in to a cock head and began to take it 
in turns to investigate Daphne's throat.  

Roland hung like a rag doll from the wall as the two 
cocks pumped themselves in to him, as his arse hole got 
used to the cock inside it, so the fat end grew, giving 
itself maximum pleasurable tightness. All Roland could 
do was moan pitifully around the fat cock fucking his 
mouth, his eyes forced to watch the tentacle rape of 
his beautiful wife.

He could only stare over the top of the brown cock in 
his mouth at her, he could see her slender throat, the 
deep pulsating ridge going down and back and he knew 
both the cocks in her mouth were relieving themselves 
down her.

The imps had pulled the two halves of material away 
from her spread thighs, Roland could see the long cock 
like tentacles as the moved around inside her panties. 
One found her arsehole and pushed deep in to her, her 
hips tried to escape the thrusting end that was buried 
in her but all she achieved was to push a little 
forward allowing the other cock end to burrow up in to 
her cunt.

Roland stared at his wife, the four tentacles pumping 
in to her, writhing as they fucked her, her breast 
covered in bite marks and the two imps standing 
stroking their own fat long cocks waiting to be next to 
abuse her. 

Diana hung like a naked star; she was hanging upside 
down against the bathroom wall, her breast flattened 
against the wall, her arms and legs held wide, her 
whole body supported by thick vines around her waist; 
little vines slid from the thicker ones entangling 
themselves in her hair holding her head away from the 
wall making her look at the writhing floor.

Long tentacle cocks rose up around her face, prodding 
her little rosy cheeks, rosy cheeks that now blew in 
and out as a cock fucked her mouth for the forth time. 
Long tentacles rose from the floor and arched over, one 
of the disappeared between her arse cheeks as the sixth 
of her arse rapes continued.

Alicia sat on the imps cock, her dazed body faced away 
from him; her long legs daggled lifeless either side, 
she was held tight; his thin long arms wrapped around 
her naked body as he humped her up and down his length, 
the foul tongue licking her neck as its fingers enjoyed 
her firm pliable tits.

Her face stared forward, her head unable to move, her 
mouth impaled on a thick tentacle cock, her eyes 
blinked at the other cocks waving in her face, their 
long lengths full of foul sticky juice just waiting to 
be pumped in to the pretty girls mouth.

Daphne fought to breath past the two lengths of meat 
fucking her mouth, she could do nothing to stop the 
rhythmic pulsating thrust that her arse and cunt were 
being subjected to, she had enough mind left to realize 
she had to live through this and probably many more 
vicious rape's, as far as she knew her daughters were 
alive. 

Suddenly her whole body received a torrent of sticky 
foul juice as each tentacle ejaculated at the same 
time, pumping her full of their filth, then they shrank 
away. She hung against the wall, her body convulsed as 
she coughed and spat out what little had not gone in to 
her stomach.

The two imps moved forward, bony fingers attacked her 
swollen cunt, their head turning, their faces grinning 
at the helpless beautiful woman making sure she could 
see their cocks as they grew fatter in their hands.

Daphne was jolted, prodded, propelled in different 
directions, the vines moved her; she squealed and 
groaned. The vines deliberately hung her for a few 
seconds in front of Roland, allowing her to see the 
continues fucking his mouth and arse were getting 
before she was moved, swung and positioned again.

Her knees ached on the cold floor, her ankles and knees 
held to the floor leaving her legs wide and her arse 
and cunt vulnerable. Her arms held out wide, she 
couldn't stand or lay, and most of all she couldn't 
protect herself, her head hung, she was defenceless and 
she didn't want to look at the approaching imp.

The imp behind her slid his cock in to the gapping 
cunt, ramming it in to the hilt; the one in front 
grabbed her hair and dragged her head up, thrusting his 
cock at her mouth; his talon like fingers gripped hard, 
she couldn't stop her mouth opening and allowing this 
foul creature to violate her throat.

Still the exhausting rape of Roland continued, nether 
cocks seemed to be ready to fill him and all he could 
do was hang on the wall as he watched the two imps fuck 
his wife's cunt and mouth while their long arms easily 
found her tits and pulled and twisted, with out mercy, 
at her enlarged nipples.

Both imps fucked Daphne hard, their long cocks easily 
filled her cunt, the long length hammered in to her 
cervix bone, the thick meat filled her, her cunt was 
totally filled as was her mouth.

The cock smashed in to her throat, she could do nothing 
to stop it sliding in to her gullet, just releasing 
enough for her to catch breath.

Roland stared at the cock driving in to her cunt; a 
sack began to appear, it wasn't at the imp's crotch but 
Roland new what it was, the thing was going to seed 
her.

With out a sound they both came, white sticky juice 
smeared all over the cock fucking her cunt, Roland 
could see it leaking out of her. At the same time she 
was chocking, the imp pulled out of her mouth and she 
shook her head, strings of white goo flew left and 
right before splattering on to the floor.

The hag appeared at the door, "See thou have fun with 
the lady of the house, fine woman, she should be good 
for breeding and I sense another approacheth."

Before Daphne could scream a warning vines filled her 
again. Still trapped in the position the imps had left 
her in tentacles wriggled up under her, one wrapped 
around her throat and squeezed tightly, her mouth 
opened allowing another cock shaped tentacle the 
pleasure of her throat. 

Two more writhed behind her, poking at her arse and 
cunt pushing the cheeks open and touching her hole or 
slipping between the folds of her cunt lips before both 
drove up in to her, in unison the three brown lengths 
started pumping, preparing to dump their filth in to 
the helpless woman. 

Amanda paid off the taxi and strode up in to the porch; 
the door opened before she got there; She stepped in 
and called, as she moved to the bottom of the elaborate 
staircase the door shut behind her and locked.

She looked around passing comment aloud as she did, 
"Fancy security system, hello kids were are you?"

Alicia and Diana had been moved in to their bedroom, 
each naked girl lay on a bed. The once pretty pink and 
lace twin bedroom was now a mass of writhing tentacle 
cocks with the imp standing above.

He stood lording over them, tentacles had driven up 
through the beds and were now holding the girls limbs 
wide and secure. 

He watched as tentacle cock after tentacle cock fucked 
the available mouths and arse's; he watched as little 
thin vines looped around their firm young breasts 
squeezing the base forcing them to fill out, extending 
the pert young nipple.
Even thinner vines captured the nipple and pulled at 
them, the girls tried to moan past the invading cocks 
but the long lengths of meat wouldn't stop, they 
carried on continually fucking their pretty faces.

Amada went back to the door, her intention was to ring 
the bell, and try and get some attention but the door 
stayed shut, she swore under her breath as she headed 
for the kitchen.

Daphne heard the kitchen door slam, Amanda's voice 
echoed down the corridor, "Hell Daphne where are you, 
this is not funny?"

Daphne could do nothing, the vines that held her 
tightened their grip, stretching her arms almost to 
breaking point, the two tentacle cocks behind her 
pumped hard fucking her arse and cunt at a furious rate 
while the one fucking he mouth slid deeper in to her 
throat. 

The two imps stood beside the hag, she grinned at 
Roland as she watched the cocks fucking him change and 
two others carry on the assault on his arse and mouth 
then in her rasping voice she announced to the helpless 
couple, "Don't ye worry about her, there will be more 
of my pets waiting for her, and she will be 
entertained."

Amanda stomped around the empty kitchen, "Where the 
bloody hell are they, the least they could do was be 
here when I arrived."

She moved to the end of the long wooden farmhouse table 
and slammed her hands flat down on it; at that moment 
vines encircled the wooden legs.

Some of the vines nearest to Amanda's legs slid from 
the table legs and crawled across the floor. Slowly 
they crawled over her high-heeled boots and started the 
journey up, wrapping the leather tightly to her leg.

At the same time tentacles rose up under the table, 
sliding up and over before fastening themselves to her 
wrists. Her legs were pulled apart, they were being 
dragged to the table legs; she squealed and fought as 
she fell forward; the tentacles pulling her further 
across the table. Other tentacles slid over the end of 
the table, crawling and writhing towards the screaming 
mouth.

Two imps, each with two long cocks swaying from their 
crotch, materialized from the floor, their wet 
slavering mouths grinning at the struggling shouting 
woman.

Shouting was something Amanda did wrong, with her mouth 
open one of the tentacles sliding towards her reared up 
and drove itself in to the protesting mouth, it 
instantly thickened, sealing her squeals inside her.

Now silenced Amanda could only look in horror as the 
other tentacles writhed in front of her face, for the 
first time she had noticed they were all thick veined 
cocks, sticky juice dribbled from their ends.

She fought to free her arms but not only were they now 
dragged fully up the table they were also fastened to 
the sides. Her ankles were being secured to the table 
legs, her skirt now stretched across her thighs, she 
was fully bent over the table the crotch of her pink 
panties clearly visible.

The imps moved either side of her, her head shook but 
more vines crawled from the sides of the table and 
tangled in to her hair, then retreated dragging her 
hair taught until she couldn't move.

The imps bent and licked at the terrified face before 
moving behind her; they both bent and sniffed at the 
indentation in her pink panties, their long tongues 
flicking out to lick at the material or move over the 
naked thighs.

The elder imp stood, he pushed his talon like fingers 
in to the side of Amanda's pants and ripped the thin 
cotton away, both his cocks swayed and moved towards 
the defenceless holes. Amanda wriggled her arse only to 
have more vines encircle her knees and pull them 
painfully to the table legs, her skirt ripped, the 
material parting all the way over her naked buttocks, 
the imp dug his fingers in to both her buttocks and 
dragged them done leaving long scratch marks on the 
pale round skin. 

He moved forward both cock heads pushed in to their 
respective holes, then he shoved, forcing his hips at 
the prone woman until both holes opened to the 
intruding meat.

The imp fucked her hard, slapping her buttocks as he 
did. Amanda had her first taste of foul juice in her 
mouth and was now being forced to take another.

The imp's cock grew a sack, it was now ready to fill 
her, no sooner had he finished with her than the other 
took his place, fucking and buggering her until he also 
seeded her.

As they stood away from her so the tentacle in her 
mouth filled her throat; she chocked and almost passed 
out that was the signal for the imps to pounce on her, 
ripping her cloths off her body before turning her on 
her back. Her arms were immediately dragged back and 
secured to the legs. Her arse was still on the edge of 
the table and her ankles held firm.

All around the farmhouse table tentacles and vines 
seethed; vines straggled her breasts forcing them in to 
large balloon shapes, the nipples now long were wound 
in thinner vines that pulled them in all directions. 
Tentacle cocks rammed hard in and out of her arse and 
cunt while others arched from the floor down, pushing 
in to her mouth. 

In the garage Roland hung unconscious from the wall, 
the cocks still fucking him. Daphne was also naked, 
while still in the knelt crucified position long vines 
rose from the floor and looped around her breasts 
pulling them tight, cutting off the blood until they 
were fat and turning a pale shade of blue, her nipples, 
like those of her sisters being pulled in obscene 
angles.

A two-cocked imp was behind her, both his cocks fucking 
her while his long arms held her head back; bent, with 
her legs open in front of Daphne was the hag, her skirt 
split up the middle, her legs wide and her crusted 
filthy cunt on the end of Daphne's lapping tongue, 
"That's it mistress of the house, you will please me if 
ye wish to be reunited with your siblings."

Upstairs the two twins lay on their beds, still naked 
but nothing was happening to them, the hour was getting 
close; they must be ready for their ceremony and what 
they were offering.

The three family members lay exhausted on the floor of 
the girl's twin room; the four imps stood over them as 
the hag stood between the beds.

Diana and Alicia lay naked on their beds, their arms 
held above their heads, their legs held wide as the hag 
watched the clock move towards ten.

One minute too go. The hags tongue grew from her mouth, 
like a long red tentacle it slavered over Alicia's 
thighs, then it slid over the smooth skin moving 
between her legs before tickling up in to the virgin 
hole, it waited until the first stroke of ten sounded. 

The tongue drove up, a pathetic squeal from Alicia 
meant she was no longer a girl, the tongue pulsated and 
fattened as it feasted on the virgin juice. The fifth 
struck as her tongue left Alicia's cunt and snaked 
across to do the same to Diana's virgin hole; as the 
final strike sounded the virgin juice from both girls 
was soaking in to the hags tongue. 

The cellar door was locked, the secret safe again, the 
dim light in the middle of the room illuminated the 
round walls; hanging around them were four naked female 
figures, two taller then the other two.

Their limbs held firmly to the wall; imps danced 
mockingly around, the long bony fingers prodding the 
two taller females on their fat bellies while tentacles 
writhed around them.

All that could be heard was the gulping sound of mouths 
swallowing tentacle cocks and the occasional groan as a 
cock would leave a cunt or an arse only for another to 
take its place; vines wound over the naked bodies 
pulling and distorting sore swollen nipples.

Alicia and Diana hung against the wall staring at their 
mother while their young mouths sucked in another load 
of foul juice, two other imps used the long cocks to 
tickle them between their legs both girls knew that now 
the imps could fuck them their time to be breeding 
vassals would be coming soon. 

Roland answered the phone:

"Still no news, well she left her three months ago, yes 
all of them, the police could find nothing"
"Yes it was my fault."
"Daphne found out I had another woman."
"Her sister just up and took them."
"Most of their clothes are still here, but..."
"Yes alright."
"No I don't need anything."
"I have plenty."
"No I'm not with him, couldn't, with her being his 
daughter."
No I don't have to work anymore."
My partner has more money than me."
"Bye, and thanks for worrying, but I have a little 
treasure."

Roland returned to the fire and Esmarelder, "Come sit 
my master, I will pleasure you." Roland gazed at the 
perfect beautiful woman, her breasts heaved large under 
the soft silk gown, her naked legs showed long and 
shapely between the thigh long slit, Roland sat.

Her hand reached over and pulled his cock out from his 
robe, her tongue slipped from her mouth and snaked the 
full length of his body before it tickled the end of 
his cock, Roland lay back in the chair, took his brandy 
from the table and opened his legs; the soft smooth 
tongue slid below, licking like a suckling pig on to 
his balls, he was comfortable.

Pagan

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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