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The Seeker, Chapter 28

By William W. Kelso

Max looked over Lisa's shoulder as she worked on the computer; completely fascinated. He'd developed an intense interest in them ever since he'd found out his former Mistress had somehow 'possessed' one. Frankly he thought it was an overall improvement; she seemed to be a much nicer demoness now, but he still missed mating with her. He leaned over and licked one of Lisa's ears, and she giggled. They had become regular sexual partners, and he'd been getting the best sex he'd had in a thousand years on a very regular basis. Lisa was trying to figure out how computer programming and demonic magic had merged or fused to make such a; totally bizarre, thing possible. She'd installed a speaker so the computer version of Varna could talk. The problem was shutting her up. She'd never said much as a demoness, and when she did it was usually in a very loud, very mad, tone of voice, but now that she was a computer she was making up for lost time. Another problem was Max didn't understand half of what Varna PC was talking about, and most of the rest was border line. And it was nice to be able to move around without stepping on trash or piles of bones, the place definitely looked better, but still needed a good scrubbing and fumigating.

Since he, Lisa, and the 'new' Mistress Varna had been left in charge things had been moving fast, and efficiently. Max knew he had a natural aptitude for running things and enjoyed it, and now he was finally able to actually instigate some of the ideas he'd had for years. His 'old' Mistress had not been receptive to new ideas, but the new one was. And already production had increased by at least 15%. Even better the living conditions for the demonkind, Imps, and beasts had already improved, and for once he'd had enough to eat, he felt downright bloated. The clean-up crew from Master Vulkrebs had been a big help as well, especially the cleaning supplies they'd brought. He looked up as a crew of Imps and a demoness supervisor came into the office from the Mistress's private quarters, having finished an intense cleaning and scrubbing of the floor, walls, and ceiling. They'd also dropped of a new mattress for the Mistress's bed. The overseer gave him a fang filled grin, and he smiled back. He watched her rear as she left the office and thought he'd look her up later. His incredible sex with Lisa had helped to remove sexual inhibitions he'd never even; and still didn't, know he'd had. Since then he'd been mating with demoness's he'd known for centuries, but had never been intimate with before. He was pleased to find they thought he was a most acceptable mate. Yes, he had a lot of catching up to do.

Lisa sat back and stared at the computer screen and the information displayed on it. It was so damn weird, she'd never seen, or heard, of anything like it. Even the 'old' Varna, or Varna PC as they now thought of her, couldn't really explain it. It was kind of like someone trying to explain how their nervous system worked. It obviously did as you existed, but very few knew HOW it worked. So while Varna PC was completely aware and sentient, she didn't know why. Lisa's research was also hindered in that she didn't want to accidently delete anything that might 'hurt' Varna PC. She might think she was removing something of no importance, and end up destroying Varna PC's dark soul, or lobotomizing her and turning her into a drooling retard. In fact she seemed to be much smarter now, having access to files and folders much the same way 'living' demonkind did to memories. Plus she had access to the hellnet AND the mortal internet. Lisa knew she really had her work cut out for her, and needed help. Surely there had to a computer programmer in Hell. She knew her away around computers quite well, but was no PC wizard, and had never written her own programs. She giggled and hissed when Max licked her ear again. "Later Max!"

"PET! Vulva hissed, wake up, Prince Orobas will be here any minute."

I woke up, but it was hard. I'd given My Mistress a very thorough 'massage' a short time ago, and I don't know about her, but I was worn out. Beat, kaput, pooped, comatose. I raised my head and clapped my jaws sleepily.

"Huh, whazzat Mistress?"

"I said, Pet, Vulva repeated, that Prince Orobas will be here any minute, we need to get ready. And where the heck is Taz?"

Uh-oh, I thought, last time I'd seen him I'd been sitting on him to keep him out of trouble, so I got up and looked under me. Nope. I turned around facing away from My Mistress, crouched, and lifted my tail.

"Pet, Vulva said, you have a nice butt, but why are you showing it to me?

"I can't find Taz Mistress, I said, he isn't stuck to me is he? I'm afraid I might have squished him."

Vulva sniggered, he DID have a nice butt, for a dragon. "No Pet, I don't see him; guess we'd better look for him."

Aw man, I thought, I wanted to go back to sleep.

"We need to put a leash on the little creep!" I hissed grumblingly.

"We tried that; remember? Vulva said, he just ate it."

Oh yeah, right, I thought. "Well, just listen for a bunch of screaming." I said.

"Good idea Pet, let me know if you hear any, or at least more than usual." Vulva replied.

A few minutes later I heard My Mistress yell, "Got him Pet, he was under the bed chasing around the tunnel lizards."

"Make sure he didn't swallow any Mistress!" I yelled back.

"Already did." Vulva replied.

The 'figment' of the cartoon character was like a black hole, he could swallow anything including things much bigger then he was, but he didn't actually 'eat' them, and spit them back out later, safe and whole. It was weird even by Hell's standards. But he wasn't a real demon; he was just a 'figment of imagination' and technically didn't even exist. He was Prince Orobas's 'pet'. I had to admit he could be handy to have around though, even though he wasn't very bright and could be a pain in the butt. Kind of like me, come to think of it.

Mistress led Taz into the room and he promptly ran up my back and started jumping up and down and saying "Nyah, nyah, Giddyup horsie, Pffftttt!" The little mutant likes me for some reason.

"Pet, don't let him out of your sight, Vulva said, and go and get some refreshments ready for our esteemed guest."

More like a 'esteemed pain the butt' guest, but I hurried to obey. When the Mistress gives an order disobeying is not an option, after all I AM a slave. I trotted to the breakroom with Taz squealing in delight on my back, he likes rides. Then I fixed a large platter of cookies and other treats; making sure Taz was behaving, and the filled the old samovar full of green sulfur tea and heated it up, without sending it into orbit this time. Just as I was finishing up I heard My Mistress greeting Prince Orobas. Perfect timing, the tea was hot and fresh. I poured a couple of big mugs, set them on fire, and just as they entered the breakroom I gave a deep bow, and served them like a good little English dragon twit of a butler, complete with corny accent. I just couldn't help it. I put a fireproof towel over one arm, and minced around serving the goodies.

"Tea is served Madam and Sir, would you care for a crumpet and a spot of tea, ay, what? Cheerio, pip, pip!"

"Pet, Mistress said in her 'I'm going to have a little talk with you later you cretin' tone of voice, that will be all for now. But wait in case Prince Orobas has any questions."

Taz had hopped up in Prince Orobas lap, and was giggling, he thought I was funnier then Hell. Well, I thought, at least HE has a sense of humor. I don't know what the Prince thought, and he didn't say.

Prince Orobas said, "So, you are quite certain the Beautre sisters have the book? I thought Vulkrebs got them a few years ago."

"That's what Morticia Valdez told Pet, Vulva said. And unfortunately they're still running around loose. They do meet their obligations and pay their dues, so what's a demoness to do?"

I gave a soft hissing growl at the thought of the Beautre sisters; I hated them with a passion, and at the same time was scared of them. They had horribly tortured and mutilated me for days before sacrificing me to My Mistress. But the sacrifice part was the only thing I didn't hate them for doing. In a warped way I owed them for helping me find the only one who'd ever loved me for what I am, and the only home I'd ever known. That still wouldn't stop me from doing...things to them, if I ever caught them. On top of being fairly powerful Sorceress's they were also raving loonies and extreme sadists. Their kind gave Sorcery a bad name. About half the demonkind I know have a bone to pick with them; and/or wanted to pick their bones, if you know what I mean. We're not a very forgiving lot I'm afraid. Their arrival in Hell was looked forward to with great...anticipation.

"This is not good, Prince Orobas said, those two are crazy enough to try and cast the spells of summoning in the book. If they manage to summon the Old Ones, well, Hell and Heaven help us."

"There is a good chance they don't know what they have, Vulva said, they're not very, well, bright."

"But they ARE devious, Prince Orobas said, and if they DO know what they have I have no doubt they will try to use it for their own advantage. But they have NO idea what they are dealing with. You can NOT make a deal with the Old Ones; they do not honor any agreements and cannot be controlled once released."

Demonkind, for all our faults, and we have many, are surprisingly honest. If we make a deal with you we will honor it scrupulously, providing you don't screw up and leave us a loop hole. And don't try and argue any legal points or technicalities with us once we've dragged you down to Hell, we have more lawyers then we know what to do with. And there is no definition for the word 'fair' in Hell's dictionary. I know, I've looked. So in other words, be sure to itemize exactly what you want; and mean, when you make a deal. If you ask for a larger penis and balls; which is a fairly routine request actually, then be sure to say HOW much larger you want, otherwise you might get turned INTO a giant penis and balls. Don't leave it up to us demonkind to 'guess' what you want. Understand?

"Well, we have no choice but to go and get it, Prince Orobas said. We cannot take the chance they'll figure out how to use the spells in the book. It would be a disaster of biblical proportions. We must make an immediate effort to obtain that book."

About this time I had a sneaking suspicion as to what my part in the retrieval effort was going to be as they both looked over at me. I tried to ignore them, and started chewing on my tail.

"Oh Peeeet." My Mistress said, in her 'I want you to do something for me you're really going to hate' tone of voice. Crap, I thought. "And stop chewing on your tail!" Double crap.

Margaret scanned the pages of the small poorly bound book eagerly, going over everything for the tenth time that day. Yes! She was sure she had figured out exactly what the plain little book contained, and it excited her.

"Well??" asked her sister Bernice, IS it?

"Yes, I'm sure of it sister dear! Margaret said, this is a way to summon the Old Ones! The Necronomicon was just a dupe, a ploy to fool the less experienced. It was never meant to be a way to summon the Old Ones, just a way to entrap the unwary and uneducated. But this is the REAL thing! It will take a little more deciphering to make sure we have it right; it looks like it was written by a five year old."

"Then we can summon the Old Ones!" Bernice gushed, hopping up and down.

"Yes, and ultimate power will be ours! Margaret said, the Old Gods will grant us anything we wish in order to be set free! We have but to ask, and they will give it to us!"

"Well hurry up and translate it sister, Bernice said, we can try it tonight!"

"No so fast, Margaret scolded, we have to make sure we have everything correct, if we make a mistake, well, you know."

"Of course sister dear, Bernice nodded gravely; I didn't mean to rush you."

"Well, Margaret said, please go fix us some tea while I take a closer look."

"My pleasure, Bernice said, I'll be back in two shakes of a lamb's tail!"

Margaret watched as her sister left to fetch the tea and refreshments. She was the only family she had left, and while Margaret was fond of her she didn't know if she really loved her somewhat dingleberry of a sister. Margaret loved only Margaret. But it was nice to have an accomplice and companion; and lover, who shared the same 'interests'.

Ever since daddy and mommy had died; may they burn in Hell, the two had been alone with only one another. They had been so warped and twisted by the influence of their equally warped and twisted parents they didn't even realize just how sick they really were. A physiologist would probably just love to psychoanalyze them, but probably wouldn't live long enough to finish. Daddy dear had started fucking his daughters at the tender ages of five, while mommy watched. Then he had some of the slaves fuck them while they both watched, and trained animals, and also strange creatures he and his wife had summoned. But they had also trained their daughters to be Sorceress's as well, starting at a very early age. And they had been good learners, and eventually had come to enjoy the sexual degradations to which they had been subjected on a regular basis over the years. They were now unable to enjoy sex unless it was forced and involved pain, either inflicting it on others, or having it inflicted on themselves.

They had 'arranged' for their parents 'unfortunate' demise during a summoning, the demon paying them for delivering their parents into his tender clutches with the first 100 years of their long and depraved lives. They had moved to the south and built their 'dream house' in 1854, where they had reveled in every carnal perversion known; and then some, bestiality of which was the least. They kept a stable of trained animals; and slaves, to help slake their sexual needs. After the Civil War all their slaves mysteriously 'disappeared', except for a few they kept in their secret dungeon. Over the years they renewed their 'stock' of slaves on a regular basis, but they weren't racists, every color was well represented over the long years. They liked to 'play' with; and 'train', a slave until they got tired of him or her, and then find interesting ways to dispose of their old toys. Some were given to demons and other summoned creatures, some were fed to animals such as a giant pet snake they had until it died of old age, and other inventive demises were used. In once section of the old cellar they had walled up some alive in the old niches that had held casks of wine and beer, but had run out of niches about a hundred years ago. So they would wait awhile, remove the bones from a niche, and use it again. Or leave the bones to keep the new occupant company until they died as well. They had no idea of how many people they'd tortured and murdered over the centuries. They may; or may not, have been surprised to find it was over a thousand.

Margaret looked up as Bernice entered carrying a sterling silver tray with a full tea service. She stopped what she was doing so they could enjoy the spiced tea and selection of small biscuits and cookies, taking their tea like proper southern ladies even though they were originally from France, having fled during The Terror. That done; it was time for some 'fun'. They got up; and after tidying things, went to the 'special' room.

They'd found their latest 'slave' by the simple act of enticing the young man into what he had thought would be an evening of wild sex with two good looking; if a little old, ladies. And so he got the sex, just not in the way he wanted. As usual they drugged him, drove back to the plantation, and when he woke up he was nude and strapped to a very sturdy table. They gave him a dose of 'tonic' which made his cock rock hard, but it was also a powerful orgasm inhibitor, so he couldn't cum or ejaculate no matter how badly he needed too. Then they had fun raping him for hours. At first they enjoyed his begging and pleading, but when the screams became annoying they gagged him. They were both insatiable, and raped him again and again, would rest a few hours, and then start over. They also took him out to the small barn a few times to let some of the trained animals, both male and female, rape him as well. They didn't limit their 'attentions' to just rape either, they tortured him sexually and otherwise, his body now covered with bruises, tears, cuts, and dried blood. They dosed him with 'tonic' again, and Margaret went first as she always did, Bernice always got sloppy seconds. She waited until his quivering penis was hard, and he gurgled and moaned as she mounted him, and grunting in pleasure she raped him long and slow, then her sister took her turn, and then again and again. When they had finished they looked down at the pitiful thing that had once been a young man, and Margaret said,

"Sister dear, I do believe we have just about used up this one, what do you think? Shall we 'retire' him?"

"Why, I do believe you are right, Bernice said, plus we have those two girls we picked up yesterday, I think they'll be needing most of our attentions for awhile. I do so want to give those new dildos a try, they are absolutely huge."

"Well then, Margaret said, let's open up a niche for our friend here."

Both the sisters; still nude, proceeded to the cellar, and using sledgehammers knocked the bricks out of an arch, revealing a partially disarticulated skeleton hanging from the ceiling suspended by manacles. They undid the manacles, and threw the old bones into a pile in a corner. They couldn't remember the long dead person's name anymore, and had a bit of an argument about it. Then they went and fetched the niches newest occupant. They giggled as the man pleaded and begged as they chained him up, and then slowly walled up his nude body, suspended from the same old iron manacles that had served the same purpose for the previous occupant. Even after the last brick was mortared into the place they could still hear the muffled screams. If he was lucky he'd die of suffocation, but if the niche wasn't airtight, well then, they'd get to enjoy the muffled pleading and screaming for a few more days. Plus they'd given him an overdose of tonic; his cock would be rock hard until he died.

"Well my dear, Margaret said, that was fun, but we are both filthy. I think we need to clean up the 'special' room, and then take a bath. Come sister."

When they got back to the 'special' room they cleaned the blood off of the table and some of the hooks and chains, no sense in letting them get rusty. Then Margaret said,

"You know sister; we really should try out that new specially ordered dildo that was delivered yesterday."

"But Margaret dear, Bernice replied, we'll need to stretch those girls pussies quite a bit before we can get it in there, it's an exact replica of a horse's cock you know. Don't want to take a chance on damaging them too soon."

"Actually my dear, Margaret said, I wasn't thinking about using it on the girls."

A short time later, having secured her sister to a mounting brace, Margaret forced the huge equine shaped; and sized, dildo in and out of her sister's horribly stretched pussy, her sisters screams and moans of pain and pleasure making her smile. And as soon as she was through raping and torturing her sister with the huge phallus it would be her turn on the mounting brace, and Bernice would return the favor. She got wet just thinking about it, and brutally slammed the dildo another inch into her screaming sister's sex.

The sisters got started nice and early the next morning, after a big breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs, grits, toast, and fresh OJ, and more tea of course. Then they drove into New Orleans to look for a virgin as unfortunately the spell to summon the Old Ones called for such an 'offering'. The problem was virgins were hard to find, at least mature ones. Evidently some fathers didn't break their children in nice and young. They ended up having to stay overnight, but that wasn't a real problem as they maintained a small house in the French Quarter. Wards saw to it their property remained unmolested in their absence. Anyone who entered the premises uninvited simply...disappeared. No noise, no traces, no mess, no problem. And they got lucky that night in one of the seedier bars, making the acquaintance of a rather plain young woman who was pitifully grateful to be offered a place to sleep for the night. The girl securely bound in the trunk of their old Rolls-Royce they drove happily back to their old plantation house "Hill View". Why it was called that no one knew, there were no hills anywhere near for miles.

They spent the rest of the day getting their basement 'temple' ready for use, drawing a new pentagram with the correct sigils and ciphers. Then they took a break and had some fun with the two girls and the sacrifice, being careful not to 'damage' the sacrifice, her hymen had to remain 'intact' for the Old Ones. They let the sacrifice watch while they raped and tormented the two other girls. They strapped one of the girls to a rack and spread her pussy lips using metal clamps on her labial lips and forced the second girl to eat her pussy, then they strapped her down too and used huge dildo's to rape each girl until she came, then forced the two girls to eat their own pussies. Then they took the terrified girls down into the basement where the locked the two girls into cells, and then strapped the sacrifice to the altar, nude of course. They were halfway tempted to 'play' with her some more; seeing her lying there like that all spread and helpless, her pink pussy lips exposed, but restrained themselves. They'd just have to give the other girls a harder workout later.

One reason they were so interested in summoning the Old Ones was their final contract with Mistress Vulva was up in ten short years, the most demonkind allowed any humans was 500 years, and it had already been 490. But time flies when you're having fun. They had no doubt their patroness would not be gentle with them when she came to collect their souls. So it was time to find a new; more powerful, patron or patroness. They had NO intention of keeping their deal with Mistress Vulva.

"Mistress, I don't want to go! Get another Seeker this time, please! I hissed. I very seldom argue with My Mistress, but this was one of those times.

Prince Orobas had split; taking Taz thankfully, and left us to arrange for the 'commando raid' on the Beautre sisters. Only one problem, I was scared to death of them.

"Pet, it will be easy, just smash your way in, grab the book, and come home. If they resist, well, have a little fun, Vulva said, and anyway, I thought you'd love a chance to get back at them!"

"But, but what if they catch me? I whimpered, you don't know what they're like, they, they, huuuuurrrttt meeee!" I howled. "They'll hurt me again, I know they will! Mistress, don't let them have me!"

He really IS scared, Vulva realized. At first his arguing had made her mad, but as his fear had grown her anger had faded. She remembered what he'd been like when she first saw him, an almost dead human male, his body torn and mutilated, his spirit crushed and broken, barely alive. When she walked over to him he cringed and shut his eyes as if expecting a blow, but instead she knelt down and hugged his large scaly head.

"Pet, they can't hurt you anymore, not ever. She said softly, you're much more powerful than they are now. Technically we can't reap their souls yet since they have a few more years until the contract expires, but if they DO resist, well, you know. I doubt they will, however, they're cowardly things."

When My Mistress hugged me; instead of punishing me for arguing, I pressed my head against her legs and whimpered.

"Mistress, I'm afraid!" I hissed.

"I know Pet, Vulva said, but you're the best demon for the job. We need to send the best Seeker in Hell, and that's you."

"Really?" I sniffed.

"Have I ever lied to you, Pet?" And he WAS the best Seeker, at least as far as she was concerned.

"No Mistress." I hissed softly, licking her legs, and she never has.

She pulled up his head and looked into his flaming eyes, and said, "Pet, if you're really scared I can get another Seeker to do it. This is one thing I won't make you do." She watched as those flames died down a little, and he licked her arms.

"No, that's OK Mistress, I'll do it, I replied. I'm a Seeker, and I do owe those two the scare of their lives. I won't kill them; yet, but can I chew'em up a little bit?"

She had no idea how much her offer to let some other poor slob do it meant to me, to know she cared about me that much. But I couldn't let someone else do my job. I do have some pride. Besides, she thought I was the best.

"That's my Pet! Vulva hissed, and yes, you can chew them up all you want. And tell you what, I'll send the Slayer along for back-up, that will REALLY scare the crap out of them."

"Oh yes Mistress, I replied, flames leaping from my eyes, indeed it will, this will be FUN!"

"And Pet, Vulva said as she kissed his snout, remember, if you need me just call and I'll come."

"Yes Mistress!" I hissed happily. Is she great, or what? And she would to, she's saved my scaly butt more than once.

Vulva called one of the overseers, and told her to find the Slayer and tell him his Mistress required that he attend her. The overseer bowed and said "Yes Mistress." but was less than happy with her assigned task. Slayers, ugh! But she was a dutiful slave, and knew where he would most likely be.

The Slayer was perched on a stony outcrop on the side of the cliffs containing Mistress Vulva's domain, staring morosely out into Hell's burning desert as he spent most of his spare time doing, trying to hold onto fading human memories. He looked down as a demoness yelled up at him, and with a flap of his wings glided down and landed next to her.

"The Mistress requires your attendance, immediately." The demoness hissed, tying to avoid those terrible glowing eyes, eyes full of pain and loss that made you sad just to look into them.

"Thank you." The Slayer said, and turned away to enter the domain's portals.

Well, the demoness thought; that was easy! You never could tell with Slayers though, they were a moody bunch. She looked at his sleek black scaled body, his tail whipping slowly back and forth, as he entered the dimness of the tunnel. He was kind of good looking; for a Slayer that is. Hmm, she wondered, she'd never mated with a Slayer before, wonder what it would be like? Well, there was only one way to find out, so she ran to catch up with him.

The Slayer felt a little better than he had in a long time, a very pretty little demoness had actually showed some interest in him, and he had a 'date' for later. She was a common lizard-goat demoness, but a very pretty one with red russet fur, nice large breasts, and her tail was longer than normal and very slinky. He had a feeling he was in for a most enjoyable 'date'. But that was for later, his Mistress had summoned him, and he must obey. Plus he wanted to please Mistress Vulva; she had, in her own way, been good to him, and because of her he had been able to avenge his butchered family. So he felt she was worthy of his loyalty and service even if he was just a slave.

I looked up when the Slayer entered the office, the lights seemed to dim wherever he went. I thought that was cool as Hell. We greeted each other politely since we were friends, and he hissed,

"The Mistress summoned me, is she here?"

"She's in her quarters, but won't be long. She said to tell you to wait here. She wants you to go along with me on a 'mission'. We need to go get a book that Prince Orobas wants. It's in the human world. You OK with that? I can ask her to get another Slayer."

The Slayer used to be human too, and hadn't been a demon near as long as I have, so I was worried it might be hard for him.

"That will not be necessary, the Slayer replied, if my Mistress desires it I will do as she commands."

Good answer, I thought.

About that time Mistress Vulva entered the office, and the Slayer bowed respectfully. She walked over and gave his snout a lick, and said,

"How are you Slayer? I have not seen you for awhile. You really need to visit me every now and then." Like many of her 'pets' he was a part-time lover, and in his own way was quite a good lay.

"You have but to call, Mistress." He replied, his eyes glowing.

"Has Pet filled you in on the mission?" And when he nodded, Vulva said "Good. Then let's get this show on the road. The sooner we get it over with, the better."

As the two of them got ready in the pentagram, Vulva said, "Now you to be careful. I don't expect any trouble, but the Beautre sisters are not to be underestimated. They haven't been around as long as they have by being complete idiots. "

While Mistress talked to the pentagram operator the Slayer said, "The Beautre sisters, I thought Vulkrebs got them years ago?"

"No such luck, I said, and they make Hannibal Lector look like a cub scout, as in they're crazier then bed bugs on speed." And I crossed my eyes, let my tongue hang out and drooled; made 'der' sounds, and loopy motions with a finger, and the Slayer actually sniggered in amusement, the pentagram operator just stared.

Then there was a sensation of falling and nothingness, and then we were somewhere else. I'll never get used to that feeling.

Margaret and Bernice stood behind the podium while Margaret spoke the words to the spell of summoning, the sounds harsh and grating, sounds a human throat shouldn't have been able to make, but she was practiced. At first noting happened and she was about to curse and throw the book across the room, but slowly a high pitched keening/whining noise started as if from far away, and quickly got louder until the sound became painful, the girl on the altar screaming. Then it stopped, and with a popping/tearing sound a rip opened in the air inside the pentagram. The rip opened onto a darkness so complete it swallowed light, the edges of the tear writhing and curling almost like it was alive. And they felt a feeling of being watched.

"Um, Margaret said nervously, we have summoned you Cthulhu, devourer of worlds, to ask for your, um, patronage. We have an offering to show our devotion."

At first there was no response, just that feeling of intense scrutiny, then suddenly Bernice grabbed Margaret's arm as something stirred in the darkness. Then as they watched several slender purplish-green colored tentacles emerged from the rift and reached for the screaming girl. They slid over her body as if inspecting her, the girl screaming for help. Then they coiled around the girl's body, twining around her breasts, the tips rubbing and squeezing her nipples. Then some more tentacles, these thicker, also emerged. One slid between the girl's legs and forced itself into her ass for several feet, then began sliding in and out with squelching noises, the girl bucking and squealing from the horrible pleasure. Another thicker tentacle lowered towards her pussy, and some slender ones pulled her labial lips wide, spreading her sex. The tip of the tentacle 'bloomed' and what could only be a penis came sliding out; a very long, very thick phallus covered with small squirming tendrils and ringed in a series of fringes. It positioned itself, and then plunged into the girl who gave a high pitched squall of agonized ecstasy, and began fucking her almost too fast for the sisters to see. The girl's screams and wails were cut off as another thick tentacle ending in another penis found; and slid into, her mouth. The girl squirmed and heaved as she was brutally ravaged, and then four more tentacles emerged, and one by one snapped loose the heavy chains attached to the leather cuffs around the girl's wrists and ankles like they were string.

Margaret heard Bernice breathing heavily, and realized her sister was masturbating as she watched the horror unfolding on the altar, and she could feel her own sexual juices dripping down the insides of her thighs. It was horrible, yet incredibly arousing as well, as they kept watching the atrocity taking place on the altar.

Having freed the girl from the altar the tentacles lifted her up, and began to pull her into, the black nothingness in the rift between realities. More tentacles wrapped almost lovingly around the desperately struggling girl, her muffled screams loud in the chamber, and dragged her slowly into the rift feet first, fucking her the whole time. The rift looked more like a mouth now as the girl slowly disappeared. It pulled her in to her waist, chest, breasts, shoulders, and finally with one last muffled cry, her eyes full of utter terror, the girl slid into the rift to vanish without a trace, her last wail slowly fading. The tentacles felt around the altar for awhile as if hoping to find more 'offerings', then slowly withdrew into the tear.

Is that IT? Margaret thought. It had better not be, virgins were hard to find! She was about to yell at the tear, and demand to be heard, when a strangle deep gurgling voice said,

"Your offering is acceptable, what is it you want of me?"

"The girl, ask her what happened to the girl!" Bernice whispered, out of breath from her incredible orgasm.

"Uh, Great One, the offering, what is, um, her fate?"

"The female? Said the strange disembodied voice. She will pleasure me along with all the others I have taken. She is now a part of me, but aware. I will feel her pleasure, and she will feel mine, as I fuck her for an eternity of agonizing ecstasy, her screams of pleasure delighting me."

"Oooohhhh." Bernice moaned softly. Frankly Margaret thought her sister might enjoy something like that.

"Will you accept us into your service, great one?" Margaret asked.

"What is it you desire in return?" The voice gobbled at them.

"The usual, Great One, Margaret said. Wealth, power; but most of all, eternal life and youth." Margaret said.

"Is that all? The voice replied, very well, I can grant these things. When you have helped to release me from my long exile to resume my rightful place as ruler of the universe you shall rule at my side as Goddess's, and as for wealth."

The sisters hugged each other in glee, watching as gold and other treasure poured from the rift to form a large pile under it. It must be worth millions!!

"As for eternal life, the voice said, you must first join with me before I can give you that gift."

"Join with you?" Margaret asked suspiciously.

"Yes, I must pass a part of my essence into you, and in return you will live forever, never growing old, as beautiful Goddess's at my side, once you have consummated our bargain."

"Do you promise not to harm us in any way, and to let us go after we have...joined with you?"

"But of course, the voice burbled, if I harmed; or absorbed you, then how would I escape my prison? And the experience will be...enjoyable for all of us."

Bernice poked Margaret, and said, "Well, go on, say yes!"

Margaret felt a moment of indecision, but it did make sense. Surely the Old One wouldn't harm them if he wanted to be free? If he did then it would probably be more millenniums before he was set free. She looked at the huge pile of treasure, and thought about what it would be like to live forever and never age, and to rule as a powerful Goddess!

"Very well Old One, we accept your offer." Margaret said.

"Then enter the pentagram to receive my essence, and start your new lives as eternal Goddess's, your beauty the envy of all in my realm, and all will pay you homage." The voice said, with what sounded like eagerness.

Margaret and Bernice looked at one another, then slowly entered the pentagram, their hearts beating rapidly. If it was a trick they were doomed the second they set foot over the protective barrier. They felt a brief tingle as they entered, it was possible to enter a pentagram fairly easily, but getting out, that was the hard part. Bernice dropped to her knees and began examining the treasure, gold and jewels everywhere. Margaret saw movement in the rift, and gave Bernice a gentle kick.

"Um, sister dear, I think our new master is ready to, um, join with us!"

Bernice stood up, and they both watched as slender tentacles emerged from the teeming darkness, and began to caress their bodies. They moaned as the tentacles; whose touches tingled, moved over their bodies leaving trails of mucus. They felt them find, and slide into, all their bodily orifices, probing and gently thrusting, coiling around their breasts, squeezing their already hard nipples. Then thicker tentacles slid out, and wrapping around their arms, legs, and waists forced them into kneeling positions on all fours, their rears toward the rift. Two even thicker tentacles now emerged, and they watched over their shoulder as they tips opened to reveal the same penis like phallus's that had raped the sacrifice. They slowly lowered and moved out of sight behind them, and Margaret gasped as she felt the large penis push against her nether lips, then in a powerful lunge it slid between her pussy lips and deep into her sex, and she heard Bernice give a shrill cry of pleasure as she was penetrated as well.

The Old One fucked them for hours, enjoying itself immensely, it had not had any new 'lovers' in eons, and now three all at once! One it had absorbed to make it part of itself, and two others who would become its mates once it was freed. It was gentle and loving, making them scream in ecstasy as it filled their bodies with its 'cum', its own immense body quivering with pleasure whenever it climaxed, which was often, it had been so long!

Margaret would have collapsed long ago if not for the powerful tentacles of her 'lover' that supported her sagging body. Her head hung and she drooled helplessly at it went on and on, the most pleasure she had ever felt. Soon after her pussy had been penetrated another 'penis' had plunged into her ass, and now she was being double fucked better then she would have believed possible. She turned her head, but all she could see of her sister was her hair hanging down as she slobbered and moaned. She could feel thick warm fluid pouring from her sex and rear, the feeling delightful as it slid down her legs. She screamed weakly as another massive orgasm racked her body, and more hot fluid pumped through the thrusting penises and into her overflowing orifices. And after that final climax the thick appendages slid from her sex and ass, and the tentacles gently laid her down in large puddle of thick green slime like mucus next to her sister.

"It is done, the voice gurgled, you have both pleasured me well. Soon you shall join me to rule at my side."

With a moan Margaret helped her sister to her feet, the green slimy cum dripping from their pussies and asses. She had never felt so well serviced, so sexually satisfied, which for her was an unusual feeling. Usually she was insatiable, and could rape and torture a slave for hours without feeling satisfied.

With another moan of pleasure she helped her sister to leave the pentagram so they would be able to close it. The treasure would remain behind. Bernice staggered over to their robes, and picked one up handed it to Margaret, and started using the other one to wipe the thick mucus off her legs, and Margaret did the same. The robes would be ruined, but so what, they could buy plenty of new ones! She was quite happy; with their new patron Hell could go screw itself!

"Do not close the pentagram yet, the voice said, it must be left open so I can start to widen the rift between dimensions. You may enter the pentagram at any time to retrieve your treasure, I will not harm you."

Margaret entered the pentagram again and picked up a armload of gold statues of strange looking creatures or Gods, many with inlaid gems. As she did a tentacle snaked out of the rift and she froze, but it just gave her a loving caress, gently squeezing a breast, before withdrawing, its touch erotically tingling. She hoped the Old One would want to 'join' with her again soon. She made a couple more trips to scoop up more of the huge pile of treasure, and as she left the pentagram the third time she noticed her sister was still rubbing at her legs.

"Bernice! Margaret said irritably, come help me with the treasure, you lazy thing!"

Bernice just kept rubbing at herself, and said, "The slime, I can't get it off no matter how hard I try! There's just more of it no matter how much I wipe off!"

"Well, you can take a shower later, Margaret snapped, now help me, you lazy cow!"

"No, Bernice squealed, you don't understand, it's coming OUT of me! Out of my skin like, like sweat!"

"What??" Margaret said, walking towards her sister. As she did she felt a sudden churning nausea in her guts, and a growing tingling in her arms and legs. "What are you talking about?"

Margaret looked at Bernice as her sister kept frantically rubbing at her legs and saw what she meant. As soon as she rubbed a patch of skin clean thick beads of more greenish slime formed. Suddenly Bernice lost her balance and fell over, and sitting up looked at her legs and screamed,

"Margaret!! My legs, my legs, they're growing together!"

Margaret blinked to clear her eyes, realizing her sister was right. A thick flap of skin now joined her sister's legs from her crotch down to her knees, and it was noticeably pulling her legs together as it moved down past her knees.

"Margaret, Bernice squealed, what's happening, make it stop!!"

"I, I don't know! Margaret said, then gasped and bent over as the nausea and warmth in her guts suddenly increased; her arms and legs tingling like they were falling asleep.

Bernice watched in growing horror as the flap of skin pulled her legs all the way together down to the tips of her toes; then swelled to fill the gaps as her legs lost all definition and outline as they were absorbed, leaving a large wriggling tail like growth in their place. And the skin was a thick green rubbery coating of mesh like scales; slime oozing from it, and thick globs of the same thick green goo was oozing from her pussy. She moaned from the horrible pleasure, and then moaned in horror as the rubbery green skin began to flow up her body as her 'tail' began to lengthen.

"Margaret, help meeeeee!" Bernice wailed, tearing at the horrible skin slowly covering her body.

But Margaret had problems of her own, she was bent over staring at her arms and hands as her flesh pulsed and tore, sloughing away in strips to reveal an underlying new skin she could feel forming, a hard black shiny blue and black skin, hard to the touch with bristles sprouting from it. She grunted as her fingers spasmed and grew together into shapeless lumps, the skin peeling away to reveal...pinchers, her new claws snapping together.

"NOOOOO!, she screamed, falling to her knees as the nausea increased, her whole body tingling now. "NOOOOOOO!" she sobbed.

Bernice was grunting and squealing, rolling on her back as the green rubbery skin spread. It took on a different form on her chest and stomach, thick and spongy, while the skin on her back became thicker and more rubbery, the pattern of scales spreading. Bernice reached down to where her pussy had been, only to find slick slimy skin, her sex hidden by thick rubbery folds, green ooze still seeping from it, and there were additional flaps of skin forming, the same ooze starting to leak from them as well. In disbelief she realized she was now multi-sexed, each flap hiding another vagina, all equally sensitive.

"Margaret!! Bernice begged, please make it stop! This was your idea; tell him to make it stop!"

Margaret snarled, "Be quite you stupid bitch! Let me think!"

But it was hard; she was lying on her side, her hideous new arms flailing aimlessly at the air, pinchers clacking as they snapped. The skin on her shoulders and chest was peeling away; her full firm breasts now bags of gelatinous goo as they tore away and fell to the floor to disintegrate in the puddle of slime surrounding her twisting tormented body. But there was no real pain, only that horrible nausea and agonizing tingling that almost felt pleasurable. She could feel her insides churning and changing, and as her skin fell away it revealed more black and blue shell or chitin, her shoulder joints now large ball like swivels, her arms forming extra joints. She felt the skin split down her back, and she flexed her...wings?? With a squeal she fell over on her stomach as she instinctively balanced on her new multiple pairs of legs as they kept growing.

"Damn you, Margaret screamed at the rift, she could still feel that horrible scrutiny, and knew it was watching. What are you doing to us; you said you wouldn't hurt us!" But there was no answer.

Bernice held up her arms and wailed, her fingers had grown together and her arms were now boneless writhing tentacles, and as she watched the tips split into three 'fingers' with a gaping hole in the center of her 'palms' containing snapping beaks, each finger lined with small suckers that opened and closed like little mouths, the beaks clacking. She tried to scream again, but only made a horrible slobbering drooling sound, and realized her tongue was hanging out of her mouth drooling more of the green mucus, impossibly long, and that her hair was falling out, clumps of it stuck to the mucus on her shoulders and breasts. Her large heavy tits had become mere bumps now, her nipples gone. She flopped and squirmed, her tail writhing back and forth smearing the floor with slime.

"Nug, nug, nuuugggg! Bernice gurgled, Murguret, helllbbb mleeee!"

Margaret breathed heavily as she balanced on her new legs, all six of them, her body shuddering as the horrible transformation continued. Her legs had split into four new multi-jointed legs, and another pair had sprouted from the hard segmented chitin covering her thorax. She moaned as a thick tail like growth pushed out from between her legs, splitting her sex wide open as her skin and pussy lips peeled away to reveal more black shiny chitin, no sign of her sex remaining, and the forming pulsing abdomen grew quickly as it pushed out, its segmented length forcing her to fall forward onto all six of her legs. She now knew she was becoming an insect of some kind, or something very much LIKE insect. She tried to scream at the taunting blackness again, but the clacking mandibles and churning maw that had replaced her mouth could only produce chittering rasping sounds and high pitched squeals. She waved her antennae frantically, trying to make sense of the shattered view her still forming multi-faceted eyes were showing her.

Bernice managed to roll over on her belly, and reared up, her tentacles writhing and coiling aimlessly. Her head and neck had merged and her upper body had pushed out of her now boneless body, she was almost twelve feet long and still growing, her body tubular on the back and flat underneath from her 'waist' down to the tip of her tail. She waved two long eyestalks with reptilian like eyes on the tips, the double disjointed view confusing her. She refused to believe what she saw, that this, this THING could be her body. Two large rubbery flaps covered her mouth, a churning maw fringed by foot long tentacles with three long tubular 'tongues' licking forth to slobber uncontrollably. Her nose was gone, but had been replaced with two more stalks on her lower 'face' with which she could smell. Her slick hairless body now resembled that of a huge slug, its body glistening with mucus, the top a mottled green and brown with black spots and stripes, the bottom foot pad a dark grayish color. Her arms had split into clusters of three long tentacles each, each one having the three 'fingers' lined with suckers and beaks in the center of the tips, those fingers over two feet long, and she could taste and smell with them. Not a trace of anything human remained. She tried to scream, but could only make slobbering gurgling noises, waving her tentacles and flapping her 'lips' in agitation.

'Nooooo, Bernice thought, this can't be! The Old One lied; he promised he wouldn't hurt me!" She flailed her tentacles, gurgling and squealing in terror, trying to deny the horror her eyes showed her, that the repulsive slimy thing she'd become wasn't real.

Shakily Margaret reared up on her six legs, her large clawed 'arms' waving in front of her. She clacked them experimentally, realizing she now had control over them, and the nausea and tingling was gone. Her transformation was over, but the terror was just beginning. She chittered in despair as she viewed her hideous new body, her large multi-faceted eyes gave her a full 360 degree view of the thing she had become. She looked like a cross between a cockroach, a praying mantis, and a scorpion. Her thorax and abdomen was covered in thick hard chitin, shiny dark blue and black in even markings, a dusting of thick hair like bristles covering her thorax. Her triangular shaped head rotated on a ball-socket like neck, her maw churning constantly and she couldn't stop it. Long sensitive antennae sprang from her head to a length of several feet, but she still had a hard time understanding exactly what they were telling her. Her long multi jointed arms ended in large strong pinchers, the edges serrated and barbed. Her back was covered in black wings that extended all the way to two gripping appendages on her rear and she could feel a sensitive opening in their middle. Her long multi-jointed legs ended in small three pronged 'claws' for gripping, but neither they nor her pinchers had any dexterity, they were strictly for movement and defense. She dropped down and skittered over to the podium, and rearing up looked at the book. There had to be something that could help her, change her back, and end this, this horror! She couldn't stand to look at herself, and was unable to even close her eyes to block the view of the hideous alien thing she had become. But she found it impossible to read the letters; her eyes just couldn't focus on anything that small and close. And she couldn't even turn the pages; her pinchers were useless for so delicate a task. She dropped back off the podium, crouching and tucking her legs under her as they folded, quivering and shaking in despair, antennae twitching uncontrollably.

'No, she thought, please, not like this!'

Bernice slithered on her slime trail towards the huge bug which something in her recognized as her sister. As she oozed nearer the bug stood up and raised its claws, and backed away hissing at her.

"Urrg, urrggllee, gluck!" Bernice slobbered.

Then they both froze as the voice spoke.

"Ah, I see it is over my lovely mates! The voice said, and both creatures turned to face the pentagram. Did I not promise you would be beautiful! Yes, as soon as I am free you will rule by my side! For eternity! Come to me; let me caress your lovely bodies, my lovely mates!"

With a gurgling wail Bernice turned and slithered into the darker recesses of the large basement, while Margaret dropped back down onto all her legs and ran up the stairs chittering loudly. The only traces remaining were two puddles of slowly evaporating slime. The voice gave a gurgling chuckle, they would be back, they needed the pleasure only it could give them. And they were so very beautiful, in his domain they would be Goddess's, the epitome of beauty, and rule at his side for eternity, and he longed to caress their bodies. And their matings would be glorious and last for years, and they would bear millions of young over the eons to worship and care for them.

Driven by hunger Margaret finally returned to the kitchen and first ate all the sugar or sweets she could find, sucking at it and shoveling it into her churning mouth, the rush of energy making her agitated and irritable. Then she started on the cereal and other easily obtainable food, before finally chewing open cans, her mandibles acting as natural can openers, and used her feeding proboscis to suck out the contents without even knowing what they were. She wanted nothing to do with the huge bloated slug creature that visited the kitchen from time to time, leaving glistening slime trails. But the slime was good, and sometimes she dined on it.

Bernice spent a day in the darkest dampest corner of the basement, her body quivering in horror. She pulled in her eyestalks refusing to look at the THING she had become. Damn her sister for doing this to her! It had been her bitch of a sister's idea to summon the Old Ones. But still, she was lonely and sought out her sister a few times, gliding easily on a thick layer of the mucus her body produced in such massive quantities, but the huge insect refused to have anything to do with her. Her hunger growing she visited the kitchen, her twenty foot bulk slithering easily up the stairs, but could find little sustenance. The small boxes of food she ate did little to satisfy her hunger.

Finally Bernice smelled a scent, and tracked it to a heavy door, and remembered the two girls she and her sister had acquired for their newest sex slaves. It was becoming harder for her to think, she had to really concentrate for even simple concepts to make any sense, but the sight or scent of something could trigger memories. She tore open the heavy door to the cell, and easily broke the chain attached to the naked girl's collar. Grasping her firmly with her tentacles hands she dug into her flesh with her beaks, gouging out bite size chunks of raw flesh, and fed the screaming girl feet first into her gaping maw, her three feeding tentacles twined around her body. The large meal took her over an hour to swallow, gurgling happily as she satisfied her hunger. The huge insect; attracted by the sounds, same and watched the horrifying scene impassively, its frozen countenance incapable of showing emotion. Finally she used the tentacles fringing her mouth to shove the terrified girls head all the way into her mouth, and slowly a large wriggling bulge slid down her length and into her stomach. The large bugle stretched her skin to the point it was translucent, and the struggling girl could be dimly seen inside her body pushing desperately at the lining of her stomach. But the squirming didn't last long as her powerful stomach acids made short work of the large meaty meal. She slithered into a corner to digest the meal, gurgling contentedly, the girl had been delicious, and there was another one. Of course it would be a couple of days before she'd need to feed again.

We materialized in a wooded swampy area and carefully scanned our immediate vicinity. Except for a few rather freaked out frogs it was quiet. Then I noticed something.

"Why is everything getting taller?" I asked.

The Slayer replied, "It's not getting taller, we're getting shorter, it would appear we've landed in quicksand."

Well, you can imagine how I felt about that revolting development, but as it turns out demonkind don't have any problem with stuff like that. But I still freaked out a little bit, until I remembered we could fly.

'Pet, Vulva said via her mind link, everything OK?'

'Oh, just hunky-dory Mistress, the stupid pentagram operator just dumped us in quicksand is all. I'm doing me some butt chewing when I get back.'

'Oh no you're not Pet, Vulva said, hissing in amusement, there's no way to tell what the ground you appear on will be like.'

'Mistress, it's NOT funny!' I whined. And I'll bet he DID know what he was doing!

The beacon wasn't too far away, so the Slayer and I snuck through the swamp as quietly as we could, which wasn't really all that subtle. At least for me, you could hardly even see the Slayer even if you knew where he was, one advantage of being black colored. It was too wet and gooey, and every time I stepped in water or mud it steamed and sizzled, then made loud sucking sounds when I pulled my feet out. The only big wildlife we encountered were a few alligators that had the sense to leave us alone. Finally we reached some more solid ground, and the Slayer suddenly said,

"Wait, I see something!" So we froze, and even I can blend into the shadows if I'm not moving or standing in boiling water, or mud.

I saw what he was talking about, it was a large solid object, and beyond that I could see more. It was pitch dark, no moon, but we could still see quite clearly. We have superb night vision, we can see just fine even in a total absence of light in a kind of red version of 'green light' night vision scopes. It was a car, long abandoned and slowly sinking into the ground. And beyond it was another, then another. They weren't wrecks either, just abandoned, but complete and undamaged. It wasn't a wrecking yard, I realized, but was where the sisters had been dumping the cars belonging to their victims. The older ones were deepest in the swamp, the newer ones towards the edge. We passed a 57 Caddy ragtop, a 55 DeSoto, every kind of Dodge and Chevy, and then I stopped and stared.

It was an old Duster, and had been rusty before it was consigned to the swamp. It was my old car. I ran claws along a rusty front fender, and stuck my head in the open driver's window. It had mold and mildew growing on the battered seats and an animal had made a nest in the back seat, but otherwise it was still pretty much the same. An old worn-out junk heap that I had loved and lavished attention on, having found it abandoned behind an old building. I think I'd loved it so much because it had been abandoned, and like me nobody wanted it. I reached in and took the keys out of the ignition, and on a last second whim took the "Duke" action figure I'd had as long as I could remember. He was the bald headed secret agent from the cartoon "Doonesbury", and the 'action figure' had been a joke kind of thing, he had a martini glass and a silenced pistol. He'd been my 'mascot' and had been sitting on the dash of the car as long as I'd had it. I looked at him, and then with a sad sigh put him back in his spot to keep standing guard over a dead dream, and threw the keys on the seat. I couldn't even fit in the car now, I was way too big. Seeing that old wreck of a car brought back lots of memories, some good, some terrifying. But that life was gone forever, and I didn't look back again as we continued on our way, I had a mission to do, and that was all that mattered now. The Slayer didn't say a thing, bless him.

We dashed across a two lane country blacktop; scaring the Hell out of a couple of possums coming from the opposite side, and reached the grounds of the old plantation. We passed the same sign I remembered seeing during my last 'visit', "Hill View, Est. 1854", and a bronze 'Historical Site" plaque. I'll bet during the Civil War the Beautre sisters probably fucked the whole Union Army, twice. I was kind of surprised when I saw there were no lights on even though their old Rolls was parked out front. I stopped and broke off the Rolls hood ornament and ate it, and almost ate the hubcaps too, but figured they'd give me gas. We carefully circled the house keeping to the shadows, but didn't see, or sense, anything, magical or otherwise. It was really weird, the place was wide open. If they had any magical wards or alarms they were turned off or deactivated for some reason. So in the end we just looked at one another, shrugged, and tried the front door. And it opened, wasn't even locked. I stuck my head in and looked around. Hellooo, anyone home?, I thought. Guess not. I didn't ring the doorbell though. I motioned to the Slayer to take the upstairs, and he ran up the broad staircase completely quiet, he looked more like a shadow then anything alive.

I took the ground floor. I stepped as lightly as I could, but when you're my size it's hard, and every so often one of the old floorboards creaked. When one did I'd freeze and listen for any response, but nothing happened. I entered the parlor where I'd been 'entertained' by the sisters prior to their nearly raping and torturing me to death, and it was exactly the same, everything 'in its place' and squeaky clean, the same portraits of constipated looking old people staring down from the walls. What are you looking at? I thought, haven't you ever seen a demon before? Something just didn't feel right though, and I kept expecting someone to turn on the lights and say 'Well looky heah, we's got us a Yankee dragon in the parlor, fetch the shootin irons Clem!' But there was nothing. Next I checked an office, a bedroom, a small library; that I searched very carefully, and then just before I came to the kitchen I thought I heard a scurrying sound, but when I stuck my head around the corner the kitchen was empty. But it was trashed though, the cupboards had been ransacked and there were boxes of food and cereal scattered all over the place, some empty, some spilled. And also canned goods that looked like they'd been chewed up. The only light came from the fridge which was open, the contents thrown onto the floor. And there was green gooey slime everywhere. Gross, I thought, as I lifted up a foot that had strands of goo sticking to it. Eyuck! Then I flicked my ears when I heard the scurrying/skittering sound again, and it came from the open door to the basement. Somehow I knew it wasn't raccoons that had done all the damage.

She had been feeding when she sensed a presence, her delicate antennae recording faint air movement as something came down the hallway. She froze, antennae waving carefully, then turned and dashed through the basement door seeking safety in the beckoning darkness. The huge insect had been growing more and more confused as her mind deteriorated inside a primitive brain never meant to have; or retain, complicated human thoughts, though she still remembered enough to know what had happened to her. She entered the hidden room containing the pentagram and sought cover behind the huge pile of treasure she vaguely thought of as 'hers'. She ignored the huge slug creature mating with her master, its tentacles wrapped around the slug's large slimy body as they coupled, the slug gurgling and slobbering in ecstasy. They had both been driven to seek sexual release with their new master and mate, their sexual needs more intense they had ever experienced before. She was eagerly awaiting her next turn in his loving embrace even though she knew each time her mind became a little less human, but she needed that agonizing ecstasy desperately, it was the only thing that made being like she was now bearable for a short while.

I eyed the basement door with a distinct lack of enthusiasm; I did NOT want to go down there! I could sense...something. There was a feeling, and a smell in the air that was, well, wrong. About that time the Slayer showed up and tapped me on the shoulder, and I nearly roared in surprise. I'd never even seen, heard, or smelled him coming.

"By Dis, Don't DO that!" I hissed softly.

"Sorry, the Slayer said, you find anything?"

"Nope, I replied, how about you?"

"Nothing, just a rather well equipped torture chamber, and a bedroom the Mistress would love." The Slayer said.

I shuddered; I remembered that torture chamber very well. "Well, I said, that only leaves the basement, but frankly, I'm not too keen on going down there. There's something, a smell..."

"I smell it too, like something...not alive, but not dead?" The Slayer hissed.

Good way of describing it, I thought. "Yeah, something not right, I hissed, well, guess we have to check it out. After you." I said, politely indicating the gaping door.

"Oh no, I couldn't, after you!" The Slayer said.

"Nuh-uh, no way, I said, I've seen what happens to idiots that go into dark cellars, the first one always gets eaten!"

"True, the Slayer hissed in amusement, but this time WE'RE the monsters."

"Good point, I said. Well, here goes nothing!"

Like I said, my night vision is excellent, but I still didn't see the slime coating the stairs. With a surprised yowl I went snout over tail and bounced down the stairs on my butt screeching all the way.

"OW, OW, OUCH, SNORT, OWWOOO, OW, OW!" CRASH, BAM, THUD! "Ooooohhh."

So much for subtlety I thought. I heard a loud hissing sound coming from the top of the stairs, and realized the Slayer was laughing his snout off.

"It's NOT funny!" I hissed in a loud whisper.

"Why are you whispering? The Slayer hissed, I think if anyone's home they know we're here now!"

"Gee, really, do you think? What gave us away?" I hissed sarcastically.

I got up and shook myself, then stretched my wings experimentally, well, no damage, other than to my pride, and my butt was sore. I noticed the floor was covered in more of the slimy crude, and told the Slayer to be careful as he came down the stairs. What was this stuff? I wondered. It was incredibly slick and almost odorless. It reminded me of the slime trails slugs left, but it would have to be from one Hell of a big slug to leave this much! I had no idea how right I was.

"You OK?" The Slayer asked.

"Oh yeah, I replied, I fall down stairs all the time." Which; actually, was kind of true. "Take more than that to hurt me." Which was also true, demonkind are incredibly hard to hurt.

Then we both froze as a loud gurgling/slobbering squeal came from somewhere in the basement.

"What was THAT?" The Slayer hissed.

"I don't think I want know." I replied, seriously.

The large creature that had once been Bernice writhed in the embrace of the Old One who was her master and mate, locked in the throes of sexual ecstasy. Her gaping slime filled maw quivered as her feeding tentacles waved frantically, her own tentacles wrapped lovingly around her mates, several of his penis tentacles plunging in and out of her sexual orifices. Though her brain was now the simple ganglia of a mollusk she would always retain enough of her human memoires to know she had once been something else, which was the true horror of her new existence. But she felt nothing human now as she experienced another intense multiple orgasm and screamed in agonizing ecstasy, her loud squealing wail echoing in the large cavernous basement. She didn't even notice her sister scuttle into the room and hide. If she had she would have just assumed her sister was waiting for her turn to mate with the Master.

The rift had grown much larger, the edges now almost touching the perimeter of the pentagram. When they reached it the resulting implosion would tear open a much larger rift between the realities, and the Old Ones would be unleashed.

We followed the sound of that strange and eerie scream, and the Slayer paused at a heavy bound door and looked through a small window. A similar door lay on the floor; the cell it came from was soaked in more slime.

"There's a naked human female in here." The Slayer said.

I looked in and there was a naked young woman chained to the wall by a collar around her neck. She cringed, obviously terrified, her face tear stained, but I didn't think it was just because of us.

"She's one of their victims." I said. I remembered this place now; I'd once been a 'guest' here. And I knew that there was a secret entrance just a short distance down the wall, but it was standing open, dim light coming from inside, and the strange smell was much stronger.

The Slayer took a quick look through the door, and then stepped back.

"You, he said, are not going to believe this."

He passed through the door, and I followed. He was right, I didn't believe it at first, I didn't know WHAT to believe!"

I knew the room, knew that pentagram and altar, it's where I had been sacrificed and my human life had ended forever. It was where I had been saved, seduced, and become the thing I was now. It held memories of abject terror, pain, a gentle healing touch, incredible pleasure, and love. And I had hoped I'd never see it again. But now it held; horror.

The pentagram was active, and inside it was a tear in time and space, a black gateway to nothingness, and reaching through were a mass of twisting writhing tentacles. At first I thought the slug monster was part of that mass, but as it pulled free I realized it was a separate thing as several tentacles ending in large penises pulled free of its body with squirts of green cum. It was big, a good twenty feet long, and looked part slug and part, I don't know, octopus? It slithered towards us waving tentacles with smaller tentacles on the ends, its large toothless mouth slobbering and gurgling, tongues slurping in and out; slime dripping from its grotesque body. And somehow I recognized it.

"Bernice?!??" I hissed in horror. I'd recognize the scent of her foul soul anywhere.

The thing came to a stop as if surprised to hear that name, looked down at itself with its eyestalks, and then gave a wailing squeal of utter despair and terror. Then it reached out for me with its tentacles, its eyes pleading. "Plllrrggglllzzz, Heeeppp mlleeeee!" It gurgled.

Suddenly a deep slobbering voice said, "Destroy them my love!"

With a high pitched squeal the slug thing attacked, slithering amazingly fast for such a large, well, slug. It caught me by surprise, and it latched onto me with its tentacles hands, and I could feel the beaks in their center gnawing at me. I turned my body heat up as high as I could and flames ignited and licked across my body and I could smell burning slime, but it held on even though it squealed in pain. I tore a huge chunk of its soft rubbery body out with my claws, but the gash healed almost instantly. Shit! I thought.

The insect watched from the behind the pile of treasure, not really caring what happened to the slug creature as it no longer remembered it was once her sister. Another intruder had entered the room with the large reptile and was circling the fighting creatures. As it came closer to its treasure the insect thought it wanted to steal it. 'Mine, mine!' its primitive brain thought as it attacked the other intruder, hissing and chittering in rage.

The Slayer, intent on the battle between Pet and the horrid slug thing, had not noticed the huge insect hugging the ground behind the large pile of gold, so it came as a complete surprise when it landed on his back, large pinchers tearing at him, mandibles biting one of his wings and tearing the membrane. With an enraged hiss the Slayer spun in circles trying to dislodge his attacker.

"Bring them to me! The loud voice gurgled, bring them to the pentagram and give them me to devour my loves!"

The slug thing started trying to drag me towards the pentagram as soon as it heard the command, but I dug my claws into the bricks of the floor and kept tearing huge chunks out of it. At one point it reared up to try and grab my head, and I saw a partially digested woman inside its translucent stomach and hissed in horror, even something like me can feel surprise at such a thing. Finally I tore free, tearing off one of its tentacles completely, and then watched as a new one begin forming almost instantly. I darted my head forward and toasted it with my fire plume, its body writhing as it burst into flames, and it keened so loud it hurt my ears. As the flames died down it looked like I'd fried it good, but the black charred surface suddenly split revealing new slick rubbery skin, and as I watched with my mouth open in shock it lunged forward and grabbed me with its long mouth tentacles and started trying to swallow me, it's mouth stretching impossibly wide as it closed around my head!

The Slayer threw the insect off his back, but it was so fast it was on him again before he could get ready, and bowled him over. He ran his claws over its hard body, but other than leaving grooves did no damage. He threw it off again, and flicking his tail shot some of his deadly poisonous spines at it, but they just bounced off and he was soon pinned again, trying to keep the gnashing mandibles from his throat, the thing was incredibly strong. He wasn't really scared, that seemed to be an emotion he no longer had, but he was worried. If he failed in his mission the Mistress would be displeased.

I managed to get the hungry slug to let me go by breathing flame into its guts while it tried to swallow me, but that only slowed it down temporarily even thought that did make it spit me out. I caught glimpses of the other raging battle, and realized we were both at best holding our own, our opponents our equals, no matter what we did neither us or our opponents could seem to get the upper hand. This could go on; I realized, literally forever. And if the slug managed to drag me into the pentagram, well, I didn't even want to think about that!

'Mistress! I called via our mind link, got a situation here! Heeellllpppp!' Normally I will never do that, but this WAS an unusual situation. She'd come to help me before, but usually it was her own decision as I'd never called before, but this was different.

There was a feeling of a change in the air pressure, a pop, and My Mistress appeared in a cloud of red smoke. She was in her battle pose, tail lashing with her barb razor sharp, eyes narrowed, lips curled back from snarling fangs, hands glowing as power built up in them. She looked absolutely beautiful!

Vulva took one look; what WAS Pet fighting with?, and hurled a spell at the huge slug monster. It exploded against its slimy flank, and virulent red energy crawled across its body like an electrical charge. The thing gave an ear splitting squeal of agony and let Pet go, and collapsed into a smoldering heap, twitching feebly. She tried to do the same to the...giant cockroach thing, but it and the Slayer were locked in combat as they rolled around on the floor, hissing and chittering.

"It's nice to see you Mistress, thanks!" I hissed as I backed away from the seemingly dead slug thing, but I knew better.

"Pet, was IS that thing??" Vulva asked, still trying to get a clear shot at the giant bug.

"It's, or was, Bernice, I said, and watch out Mistress, it's NOT dead!"

"What do you mean Pet, Vulva hissed, I hit it with a fourth level spell! It should be goo! And what is THAT!!??" She said, pointing at the pentagram.

With a loud slurp the slug thing reared back up, as good as new, and Mistress blasted it again, but it didn't have as much effect this time. The slug cringed, but lunged forward to grapple with me again.

"Mistress, I roared, we've got to get out of here! These things can't be killed! They just get tougher no matter how much you hurt them!"

"Pet, we can't! That pentagram is almost ready to break, if that THING gets loose we're ALL fucked, and I don't mean the enjoyable kind!"

The slug thing managed to knock me over, and immobilizing my legs with some of its tentacles started dragging me towards the pentagram, the writhing thing inside waiting eagerly.

"Mistress!!!" I squealed, as I tore at it with my fangs and grasped the floor desperately, my claws pulling up entire bricks.

Vulva blasted the slug again, which stopped it for awhile, but she knew it was developing immunity to her magic. Soon her spells would be useless. But WHAT could she do!? Then she realized, the pentagram, she had to close it! If it was closed without touching the rift then the rift would cease to exist, and the Old Ones way would blocked again. But she needed that DAMN book! Where the HELL was the cursed thing!? She heard a loud crash, and looked to see the Slayer throw the bug off of himself and the leap on it with his jaws gaping wide, fangs glistening, and saw the podium.

I struggled with the slug thing and managed to get my legs loose, but in held onto me. I bit its neck as hard as I could, its flesh sizzling and it tasted absolutely horrible, but even though my fangs ripped and tore at it there was little effect, it healed instantly. It was like biting a steel belted radial. I saw My Mistress suddenly turn and run, and felt my spirits plunge, was she leaving me??

The Slayer clamped his jaws just behind the insects head trying to decapitate it, but even his fangs couldn't penetrate its chitin armored body. His wings were in tatters and several deep tears had been torn in his body, and he was healing, but much slower than the insect. He had ripped off an antenna more than once, and turned the huge staring emotionless eyes into goo, only to have them grow back in minutes. He was beginning to realize he might very well lose this fight, but he would never, ever, give up.

Vulva reached the podium, and yes, there was a book there. But it looked like gibberish written by an illiterate idiot. Some of it almost looked like it had been done in crayon; probably the mind that had written it had been insane. But the more she looked at it the more sense it made, and she quailed at the amount of power the book could release if used correctly, or even worse, incorrectly. She flipped a couple of pages, and, yes! The spell to close the pentagram, and the rift between worlds.

"Wait!" said a deep gurgling voice.

Vulva looked up from the book as the two creatures broke off their battle with Pet and the Slayer, and backed away.

"Demoness, the voice said, free me and everything you could ever want will be yours. I will make you more powerful than any other demonkind or angel, you will rule untold worlds, rule both Heaven and Hell. I will make you my queen."

"Sorry, but no thanks, Vulva said, I've seen what happens to your followers and lovers, so I think I'll pass. Besides, you're butt ugly."

Vulva raised her arms she spoke harsh grating words of power, and gestured with her hands.

"NOOOOOO! I WAS SO CLOSE!" The voice gurgled as the rift began to close.

The slug and insect started towards the pentagram, and the slug gurgled,

"Mlluusstterrr, dawn leebb mlleeee! Tag me wid uuuuuu!"

"You both have failed me! The voice slobbered, so you shall remain, young and immortal as promised, but not as you are now! And you will always know your fate!"

Then with a thunderclap that shook the whole house, dirt sifting down from the overhead beams, the pentagram closed and a couple of tentacles that had been slow to withdraw into the rift felt to the floor with 'splats' and dissolved into brown sludge that then evaporated until nothing remained except a foul odor.

Vulva almost fell off the podium as the ground rocked, but quickly recovered her balance. She closed the book and held it to her chest. It was done, thank Big 'L'. But it had been close, so very close. She looked at the two stunned looking combatants, both of them tattered and torn. With a concerned hiss she walked over to Pet who was licking a long nasty gash in his side. As she approached he turned his head toward her and she grabbed it and hugged it, so glad her brave little dragon was all right, so very proud of him. He hissed and crooned in pleasure, hugging her with his own large clawed; amazingly gentle, hands.

"Is it over Mistress?" I asked as I hissed and squealed in pleasure, I so love it when I've done something to make My Mistress proud of me.

"Yes Pet, we kicked their butts." Vulva said. Then she pulled free from their embrace and turned to face the Slayer. She rubbed her muzzle against his snout and gave it a long slow lick.

"You have down well Slayer, she said, all of Hell is proud of you."

The Slayer beamed, his eyes glowing brightly. But he had done it for her, and his few and precious friends, not Hell.

"Mistress, I said, what about them?" And indicated the giant slug and bug with my snout.

Vulva turned and looked at the things that used to be Margaret and Bernice, and now she recognized them from the 'scent' of their foul corrupt souls. Yes, she thought, what about them indeed. They certainly could not be allowed run around loose like they were. And the Old One had said they were immortal, so they couldn't even reap their souls! What a HELL of a mess! The two things seemed to be in shock, the slug a quivering gelatinous heap, the bug hugging the floor with its legs folded under itself.

Then Vulva's eyes narrowed, something was different about them, then she realized what it was, they were getting smaller!

Cut off from their master Margaret and Bernice's human minds had returned to a much greater degree, and awareness and realization awoke in them. And at the same time they could feel themselves starting to change again. At first they hoped they would return to normal, but that hope soon turned to utter terror.

Margaret felt, and watched, as her 'arms' began to atrophy and pull into her body leaving her with just six legs. He body flattened and widened some more even as she shrank, her black and blue coloring fading to light and dark brown, and she realized with even greater horror what was happening, she was becoming a cockroach! A normal cockroach; but with a human mind and soul, and she knew she would always remember, always know, as she lived out eternity as an insect. She shuddered, chittering in terror, as she shrank, and shrank. Four feet, three feet, one foot, ten inches, two inches, and it was done.

Bernice gurgled and flailed at the air with her shrinking tentacles, her feeding tentacles growing together into a single radula covered with hundreds of small razor sharp chitin teeth, her mouth becoming a simple gaping maw filled with slime, drooling constantly. Her eyes faded into the simple ones of the mollusk she was becoming, her belly pad grew to cover the rest of her underside as her back took on a more definite shape as a keel formed and a mantle grew on her back, her breath rasping through a breathing hole on its side. She gave a gurgle of pleasure as her vaginas grew closed and disappeared, and her hermaphrodite sexual organ formed in her head, and the whole time she was shrinking. A foot, ten inches, six, and finally four inches and it was over. And she remembered everything, and would always know.

"Mistress, I asked, horrified. Can't we do anything for them?"

"Why do you even care, Pet?" Vulva asked.

"I hate them Mistress, but, but this??" I hissed.

"Pet, they did this to themselves, doomed themselves to spend eternity in these primitive forms. They wanted immortality, and got it."

"Yes Mistress." I hissed sadly.

Vulva looked down at the two now diminutive creatures; the cockroach huddled and apparently in shock, the slug frantically waving its eyestalks, mired in a large puddle of thick slime. She reached out with a hoof and crushed the cockroach. Then as she watched its body reformed and it was whole again. It was just as she'd thought; they can't die and can't be destroyed. True immortality. What we would have done to you is nothing compared to this, she thought, but felt no sympathy.

"Pet, find a jar or something, we'll take them with us. They WILL go to Hell, one way or another."

"Yes Mistress", I replied, and found an old fruit jar stuck up on a dusty shelf.

Vulva caught the two creatures and put them in the jar. The slug was easy, and just lay in the bottom pulled into itself like a big booger, but the roach led her on a merry little chase as it attempted to reach a hiding place, evidently guessing her intent. Now it scratched frantically at the glass, its antennae waving frantically. She held up the jar, shook it, and looked at the occupants, and said,

"You two are more trouble then you're worth, I hope you'll enjoy your new life in Hell. You'll probably feel right at home, and I'll introduce you to some amorous Hell roaches and slugs, you'll have lots of fun I'm sure." She could have sworn the roach's struggles became even more frenzied.

As we were leaving the basement I suddenly thought of something. "Wait a second Mistress!"

"Well, hurry up Pet." Vulva said, we'll meet you out front.

I ran back to the pentagram room and grabbed some of the gold treasure in my mouth, then went to the cell and freed the naked woman from her collar. She screamed for awhile, her voice finally giving out. I wrapped her in a thin mattress to carry her as even turned down my body temperature would have blistered her flesh. I carried her out the front door and set her down, but she had passed out. I guess being carried by a large red dragon with flaming eyes had been too much for her to take. I left her on the pad, the treasure next to her. I figured she deserved a little compensation for what she'd been through.

"That was nice of you Pet." Vulva said, and the Slayer just nodded.

"Been there myself Mistress, I said, I just couldn't leave her."

"Pet." Vulva said.

"Yes Mistress?"

"Torch this dump!" Vulva growled.

"With pleasure, Mistress!" I hissed.

I did one HELL of a number on the place too, in minutes it was a raging inferno with me dancing in the middle of it in glee. 'Burn baby, burn!' I roared. The Slayer and Mistress Vulva joined me, and we cavorted in the intense heat like the demonic creatures we were, laughing and roaring manically. If anyone had seen that I'm sure they would have run screaming as fast as they could and checked into the nearest whacko ward. To top it off the Slayer and I picked up the Rolls and heaved it into the inferno.

As we walked down the main drive I couldn't help myself, and started singing,

"Zip-a-Dee-Doo-dah, Zip-a-Dee-Yay, Mah o'mah what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine heading my way, Zip-a-Dee-Doo-dah, Zip-a-Dee-Yay!" I hissed as I skipped along, our path lit by the conflagration behind us causing our shadows to waver and dance.

"Pet", Vulva said.

"Yes Mistress?" I replied.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Vulva hissed.

"Yipe!, Yes Mistress!" What a grouch.

The End

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