Krista Meets the Thing Under the Bed

Krista Meets the Thing Under the Bed

Krista loved Halloween. She could dress up in a slutty costume, tease and flirt. It was all harmless fun.

This year, she would be a Hooters girl. She liked the way the shorts, pantyhose, and tight tank top drew attention to her figure. And of course, she loved the tennis shoes and cute white socks. She made sure to let her socks slouch, just like in the Hooters dress code.

It excited her to flaunt her body like that. As she primped in front of her mirror, she imagined driving some horny boy crazy, or drawing the attention of some hot predator, and getting dragged off to some dark place for sexy fun times. Just the thought of it made her damp.

Lost in her brief fantasy, she didn't notice the pool of darkness forming under her bed. It slithered and flowed as if alive. Two amber eyes opened within It, and scrutinized Krista hungrily.

A dark tendril crept toward Krista's legs. Quick as a whip, it lashed around her ankles, pulling them tight together. Krista teetered for a second, then fell over on her belly. It knocked the wind out of her. She laid there, stunned. More tendrils flowed from under the bed, wrapping around her feet and calves.

Krista rolled over to see what had snagged her. For a moment, she froze at the alien unreality of it. Each second, another shadowy tentacle added itself to her binding, further and further up her legs, to her knees and thighs. Oily, ropy blackness sheathed her calves and feet. The dark thing started to reel her in. She clawed at the rug in a bid to escape.

Krista finally found her voice. "Help! Someone, please, help!" No one answered.

Now it wrapped her thighs and hips, crawling up her waist. Krista scrabbled desperately at the floor, but still she was dragged toward the bed. Two more dark cords whipped out, trapping her wrists, pulling them down to her sides, weaving into an escape-proof cocoon.

Krista panicked. She rolled from side to side, flopped and thrashed like a fish. More of the stuff wrapped her arms and torso. It enveloped her breasts. She screamed, "Help! Oh God, help!"

One tentacle, thin and tough like an electric cord, slithered around her throat. It tightened like a snare, and cut off the rest of her cries. It took almost all her strength to gasp for air.

More black stuff flowed up over her chin and sealed her mouth shut. She could only breathe through her nose. One more inch, and she would suffocate. Krista's panic spiked. She used the little breath she had to squeal behind the dark, viny gag.

The shadow thing already had her feet and legs under the bed. Krista felt strong snakelike tentacles in the darkness, clutching her legs and pulling her deeper. The grabby things paid particular attention to her ass and crotch. Her cheeks burned when she realized she was damp with arousal.

It pulled her further in, until even her neck was smothered in black mist. The two amber eyes waited just above her bosom. More grabby things joined their brethren, groping her pert breasts.

One last jerk, and the world vanished as the shadows sucked her into an inky void. Krista saw only the amber eyes, but felt dozens of little touches and squeezes all over her body. She heard excited chittering sounds. She had stirred the curiosity of whatever dwelt here.

A low, silky voice hissed in her ear, "Sssweet, sssexsssy Krisssta." She tried to twist away from it, but the sheath of tentacles held her.

Its hot breath tickled her neck. "Ssslutty teassse." Then, it shouted, making her flinch. "Ssstrip her clothesss! Leave her sssocksss!" Scores of tiny, grasping claws and nibbling teeth attacked her costume, all over her body. Rip, rip, rip, munch, munch, munch, until only her cute white socks remained. It tickled, and in spite of her peril, Krista giggled.

"Ssso, that excsssitesss you? Sssuch a ssslut." The tendrils holding her started to move in a slow, beguiling rhythm. Something that felt like a worm crawled up the inside of her leg, soon joined by another, and another, too many to keep track.

The first one headed for the tender area between her pussy and anus. It gently stroked the sensitive flesh it found there. Krista shivered. It circled her tight sphincter. She whimpered, "Nnnn, nnnn, nnnn..." It poked into her. Krista squealed, "Eek!"

Anal sex frightened Krista. The idea of putting anything up there made her wince. But this... wasn't bad. It felt like a warm, friendly worm. She relaxed into the sensation.

The watchful eyes narrowed, and looked at her sidelong. The voice sounded puzzled. "You... enjoy this? You husssy!"

The other worm things probed her cunt, exploring, finding sensitive spots she didn't even know she had. They began to hum, a low vibration, that played every nerve of her pussy. Krista sighed as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. The hum took up an erotic beat, thrum, thrum, thrum, and Krista moaned in time with it. Each vibration coaxed a stronger pulse in her body. Her breath quickened. She thought, Oh, this is so good!

Finally, she climaxed. She writhed and squirmed, and growled in carnal delight. The worms within and wrapping without teased and squeezed, coaxing wave after wave of ecstasy from her shuddering body.

The cocoon around her relaxed, forming a sort of hammock. Krista lolled in the afterglow. The shadow monster was a very attentive lover.

Its voice rumbled in her ear. "That wasss deliciousss. Ssso sssuculent." It rocked her gently. "I feed on your orgasssmsss. Sssuch ssstrong urgesss." The worms and tendrils began another round of sexy assault. "Each climaxsss ssstealsss sssome of your life energy. Sssoon, you will die of ecstasssy."

Krista could only moan. "Mmmmm!"

Other rippling vines massaged and tickled her feet through her socks. A multitude of little digits played her luscious young body like a well-tuned instrument. The gag kept her from laughing. She could only moan and squeal with each touch. Krista wiggled and jerked. It was such sweet torture.

The voice purred again. "The orgasssm is ssso much more intenssse if you... sssmother." The gag flowed up over Krista's nostrils, too quickly for her to draw another breath.

Krista bucked and thrashed, but there was no escape.The burning pressure in her lungs matched and amplified the burning need in her loins. She wanted to beg, to scream, but could only whine and whimper.

Krista felt the tentacles holding her tighten. She flailed and struggled with all her strength, but they held her fast. Soon, she didn't have the breath to make even the tiniest noise. She thrashed and bucked in silence, while another orgasm built within her.

The shadow thing began to moan. The tentacles in her ass and pussy swelled and throbbed. It formed an irresistible rhythm, the coils around her squeezing, the shafts within her pulsing, the dark voice groaning "Mm! Oh! Ah!"

Krista grew light headed. She knew she must pass out soon, but the little slut wanted to hold on until... oh yes... almost...

The climax hit like a tidal wave. Every nerve, every muscle in her tender body fired at once. Her whole body bent like a bow as she writhed in a sea of pleasure. Then the darkness closed in.

She woke, gasping for breath. How long had she been out? The gag was gone, but the cocoon still bound her tight. She gulped air greedily.

A slimy tentacle stroked the side of her face. "That wasss ssso sssexy. You almossst brought me to climaxsss. But not yet. My sssemen will begin to digessst your body. I will feassst on your sssuculent flesssh." Something that felt like a long, well-lubricated tongue licked her crotch. "Deliciousss!"

Krista never imagined that she would end like this, raped to death and devoured by a monster. Her nerve failed her. She began to shake, then sob. She screamed into the void, and fought wildly against her bondage, until she slumped, exhausted.

"Please," her voice quivered, "please don't kill me. I dont want to die like this."

"Oh, but I think you do. I feel your deepessst needsss, tassste your darkessst desssiresss. You want fear, and sssex, and death."

The slimy tentacle drew a bead of slime across her lips. Krista recoiled. The thin whip around her throat tightened. "Be a good girl, Krisssta." Reluctantly, she opened her mouth. The thick member pushed its way in. Krista gagged as it forced itself down her throat.

The tentacles took up their lusty beat again, squeezing, teasing. The one in her throat pulsed and expanded. Krista heard herself gulping and choking in time.

The shadow thing sighed. "You have a perfect mouth, Krisssta. But I want you..." the darkness covered her nose again... "Breathlessss!"

This time was so much worse. Krista, already weak from her ordeal, squirmed helplessly. It took all her strength. Her head swam, her lungs burned.

She could feel the creature building to his own climax. The pulses grew stronger, quicker, more urgent. The thing growled with primal pleasure. "Yesss, Krisssta, yesss! Sssuch fear, sssuch pain, sssuch exquisssite torture!"

Her own body betrayed her, urging her to one final orgasm. She wanted, needed to scream, but the tentacle blocked her throat like a long, fat dildo.

The creature grunted, over and over, "Oh Yesss, oh yesss, oh yesss!" Faster and faster, then, "Krisssta! Krisssta! Krisssta!" With a roar of triumph, he came. Each tentacle spurted burning hot cum into her throat, her cunt, her ass. It seared like acid.

Krista's body lost all control. The most powerful orgasm of her short life shattered her. She felt as if the jets of jizz were cutting her open. Perhaps they were. Every synapse in her body burned out in a final orgy of terror and bliss. She hung like that, suspended, dimly aware of the sounds of her demon lover slurping and gulping her dissolving flesh.

Long after Krista was no more, the only trace of her that remained was her cute little socks. The shadow demon rolled them on his tongue, and savored the taste of her. He whispered to the surrounding darkness, "Oh Krisssta, sssweet, sssweet Krisssta, you were delicious!"