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Emily hummed an upbeat tune as she walked home from school, merrily eyeing the shimmering silver hand mirror in her small fingers. Her lightly freckled nose, shoulder-length brown hair, and sparkling emerald eyes reflected back at her in the afternoon sun. She stuck her tongue out and made a silly face, making her giggle at her own appearance. At 12 years old, she was starting to feel pressure to be more “adult-like”, but goofing around now and then wouldn’t hurt anyone.
She glanced up as she crossed a quiet street in her suburban neighborhood. Several other children were also returning home, many of them walking in groups. Emily wasn’t lacking friends, but she was rather introverted, and enjoyed being alone, especially as it allowed her to admire her new treasure without interruptions.
Emily turned the mirror around in her hands, examining the details. The mirror’s frame was made up of intricately woven silver tendrils, which hugged the reflective glass like vines, and branched downwards to form a tentacle-like handle, which had a jet-black gemstone inlaid in the base. The craftsmanship was extremely impressive, though what captured Emily’s attention more so was the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to capture the sun’s reflection in the mirror. Even pointed directly above it, it simply reflected a clear, pinkish sky, empty of everything save for the gathering dark clouds heralding an evening thunderstorm.
Her classmate, Connor, had barely ever spoken to her at school outside of group projects. He was one of the popular eighth-grade boys, and spent most of his time playing soccer or hanging out with his group of friends. Rumor had it that he was even dating Meghan Lane, the mature, 13-year-old daughter of a wealthy CEO… whatever that was. Emily had also scoffed at the notion of “dating”. They were all too young to engage in such commitments. Better to focus on school and save all that adult stuff for high school next year. However, when Connor presented the ornate mirror to Emily earlier that day as a gift, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach in a new and exciting way.
Emily supposed that the rumors about Connor and Meghan had been greatly exaggerated, as why else would he be giving another girl such a fine token of affection? At first, Emily was worried that Meghan would berate her while passing by in the hall between classes, but the other girl had simply stared ahead with hazy, sightless eyes, fortuitously ignoring her. Now that Emily thought about it, it was strange how her vacant expression was similar to Connor’s when he had handed Emily the mirror, mumbling something about “bringing her endless happiness” or something.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the distant clap of thunder. The smell of rain was heavy in the air, and the colorful autumn leaves rustled loudly above as the wind began to pick up. Emily slipped the mirror into her backpack and began to run, managing to clamor up the stairs of her front porch just before the first droplets of rain began to patter onto the sidewalk behind her.
Her mother worked from home, so the door was unlocked, allowing Emily to easily slip inside and remove her shoes and jacket before running up to her room, sparing a moment to greet her mother who waved at her as she passed by the home office. Emily pulled the mirror out of her backpack and gingerly placed it on her bedside table before beginning her afternoon ritual of watching internet videos, reading, and doing just enough of her homework to convince her mom that she was indeed hard at work should she come to check in on her.
Large raindrops began to rattle against her bedroom windows, creating a cozy atmosphere as Emily lay on her bed on her stomach, idly kicking her legs while watching videos on her phone. Time flew by until finally her mom called her down to eat dinner alongside her father who had returned from work at some point during Emily’s internet-induced trance.
Her mother had prepared her favorite meal, and later that evening was the season premiere of one her favorite shows, which her parents gave her permission to stay up for. It was shaping up to be a perfect night.
***
The digital clock on her desk displayed 10:48 PM as Emily quietly closed the door behind her, being careful not to wake her parents. Though the show had been engaging, fatigue now weighed down on her like a sack of bricks, and she struggled to keep her eyes open as she slipped out of her clothes and into her comfy purple button-up nightshirt. The oversized garment hung loosely around her like a dress, obscuring her young body, which was otherwise naked save for a pair of pink polka dot panties.
She snuggled under the blankets and reached over to her bedside table to plug her phone in, ensuring that her alarm was set for the morning. The glint of the mirror caught her eye, enticing her to briefly gaze into it for a few minutes before drifting off to sleep, a gentle smile on her face.
She slept peacefully for an hour, entirely oblivious to any of the strange changes that began to take place in her room once the clock struck midnight and the black stone in the mirror started to glow an eerie green. The storm had cleared up, and the ghostly pale of the full moon filtered in through her window, shimmering off the mirror. An oval reflection was cast onto the far wall of Emily’s bedroom, and the wallpaper beneath it suddenly began to ripple like the surface of a small pond.
A moment later, dark, unnatural shapes began to silently emerge from the circle of light as if stepping through a portal. Within a minute, Emily’s room was filled with spectral creatures: ephemeral tentacles that slithered out from the wall, floating phantom eyes that glowed yellow in the dimly lit space, and disembodied demonic hands that hovered over her bed like gnarled spiders waiting to capture their prey.
Very carefully, as if trying not to wake her, the hands began to get to work. First, they slid the blankets down off the bed, revealing Emily’s slumbering body as she rolled over onto her back. The wicked-looking eyes floated up next to her, watching the rhythmic rising and falling of the girl’s chest as the ghostly hands slid their knobby fingers up along her midsection, methodically unbuttoning each button on her nightshirt as they passed along them.
Once the last button had been removed at the collar, the hands gingerly parted both sides of the nightshirt as if opening a present, revealing Emily’s bare milky skin to the room. Her small breasts were still budding, but even on her back, they still presented two pert, perfectly round mounds with puffy pink nipples that stiffened slightly in the cool night air. The spectral eyes glided closer, intently surveying the nubile young peaks while the hands moved down to her thighs.
The hands gently but firmly pressed Emily’s slender legs together, allowing one of the long, thin tentacles to slither up onto the bed and easily twine down the front of her pink panties and wrap around one of the leg holes. The tendril slowly tugged the garment down her thighs, with a hand carefully lifting Emily’s tight little bottom up slightly to allow the panties to pass down to her ankles and off onto the floor.
The moonlight caressed Emily’s now completely naked young body, allowing the eyes to analyze every inch of her small body. The tender mound of her exposed young cunny was adorned with a small tuft of dark, downy pubes, and delicate pink lips peeked out from between her plump labia. One of the eyes hovered just above her crotch, staring intently at the tiny pink bean peeking out from the top of her tight little slit, while the hands grasped her ankles and spread her legs wide apart until her feet were dangling off either side of the bed.
The tentacles on the floor wormed their way up towards Emily’s displayed body, wrapping around her shins and wrists to keep her hands above her head, bound in an upside down “Y” shape. The unearthly monsters began to gently tease the sleeping girl’s body, the hands delicately circling her erect nipples, while the tentacles prodded and slithered up around her pale pussy lips.
Emily moaned softly in her sleep, turning her head to the side and clenching her eyes slightly as confusing feelings began to invade her dreams. She had masturbated a few times, having learned about it in health class a few years prior, but it had been more of passing curiosity than a source of sexual gratification - a concept that was still relatively alien to her. The tentacles around her ankles suddenly tightened their grips in preparation as a particularly thick tendril rose up at the foot of the bed between her widespread legs.
The tip of the tentacle was bulbous and flared like a man’s thing. It was much larger than the only one she had ever seen: her father’s, which she had accidentally glimpsed while walking by him getting out of the shower. The tip of the tendril drew closer and closer to Emily’s virginal slit, before spurting a warm, creamy fluid onto her pert mound. The sensation caused Emily to stir in her sleep, unconsciously trying to adjust her limbs, but they were held tightly in place.
The tentacle hovered in place for a moment, casting a snake-like shadow on the walls, then suddenly plunged deep into the young girl’s inexperienced cunt, filling her up in one mighty thrust. Emily’s eyes flew open as she awoke in a panic, frantically looking around the room and struggling against her unyielding spectral bonds. The mixture of pain in her crotch and the sight of impossible monsters surrounding her prompted her to scream out.
“No! Get away! Mom! Mommy! Hel-mmmmph!!” Her cries were cut off by another thick tendril suddenly forcing its way down her gaping mouth, causing her to gag while her tear-filled eyes shook. She felt a warm liquid gush down her throat, and suddenly her head began to feel fuzzy. The intense pain from the girthy appendage now thrusting in and out of her secret place gradually began to melt into waves of warm pleasure that rocked through her slim frame.
“Mmph! Mmgh! Mmmnn!” She moaned desperately as she watched two more tentacles approach her on either side, which split open at the ends like starfish, displaying small sucker-like mouths lined with countless writhing cilia. Two of the demonic hands roughly grasped her modest jiggling tits, holding them steady while the tentacles suddenly latched onto her sensitive little nipples. They began to feverishly twist and tug on the tender flesh, pulling them taut before pushing them in again with rhythmic squeezing motions.
The small feelers inside the tentacle mouths tickled and licked at her quivering little nubs, and looking down, she saw a similar tentacle approaching the top of her now gushing wet pussy. The new tentacle opened its wiggling mouth wide, slowly approaching her clit as she watched with terrified eyes. Understanding what was about to come, Emily clenched her eyes closed to brace herself, but even that did little to lessen the impact as the lewd tendril suddenly swallowed her little bud whole and began to eagerly suckle and vibrate around the tiny button.
The hands and tentacles continued to assault her helpless body in this way for half an hour while the floating eyes took it all in. Soon, her pillow was soaked with a mixture of her drool and the sweet-tasting fluid that the tentacle in her mouth kept pumping down her throat, and the sheets beneath her butt were soaked through as her own love juices dripped freely from her young pussy, mingling with the puddles of viscous white fluid that the ghostly cock periodically pumped into her spasming tight hole.
After a while, Emily lost the strength to resist, simply lying there limply as the monsters played with her naked, sweating body. Sensing that she had calmed down, the tentacles suddenly lifted her up into the air above the disturbed bed. Her arms were fixed behind her back while her thighs were held open in an “M” shape, clearly exposing her genitals and puffing out her little boobs.
Her head weakly drooped forward, and her messy hair clung to her damp forehead, but suddenly fell away as the tentacles holding her aloft spun her upside down so that her face was now only a few inches away from her pillow, and her nightshirt draped down around her. Emily’s lightless eyes fluttered as the knobby tendril continued to pound her tender pussy, and she only winced slightly as another ribbed feeler pushed its way into her butthole. It wormed around inside her, eliciting sensations she had never even considered before.
Emily came several times that night, her sweating, slender body shaking and quivering helpless in the firm grip of the tentacles each time a powerful orgasm shattered her mind. Ectoplasm-like cum overflowed from her holes, streamed down her stomach, between her hanging little tits and ass cheeks, then spilled onto the bed, which was now a complete mess.
The assault continued until the first rays of the morning sun began to peek through the steamy glass of Emily’s bedroom window, at which point the spectral creatures began to fade slightly. They dropped the exhausted, spasming girl onto her bed with a wet splat before retreating back into the portal-like reflection on the wall, but not before the tendrils around her ankles began to drag her limp body towards the rippling surface.
***
Emily was late to rise the next day, only stirring once her mother began to urgently knock on her bedroom door. She went about her morning getting ready, managing to get her shoes on just in time to jump in the car with her dad to get a lift to school on his way to his office. Looking over at his daughter, he noticed that her eyes seemed vacant, and she stared straight ahead as if in a trance. He sighed. She had been given permission to stay up a bit later than usual to watch her show, but he made a mental note to talk to her later about getting to bed at a responsible time.
Meanwhile, Emily’s mother finished her own morning ritual by straightening up her daughter’s room. She was appalled to see how Emily had simply tossed her blankets onto the floor, and there were damp spots drying on her sheets. Emily hadn’t wet the bed for years now, so this came as quite a surprise, but nonetheless, her mother gathered up the bedding to take to the laundry room. She paused for a moment in the doorway, thinking she had heard a noise, and looked back over her shoulder, noticing for the first time a gorgeous hand mirror on the bedside table, leaned up against the wall to face her. She didn’t remember buying such a thing for Emily, but perhaps it was something she had purchased with her allowance. She shrugged and left the room, kicking the door closed behind her.
***
Emily banged her fists desperately against the glassy, solid barrier that separated her from her bedroom. Looking through the oval window-like surface, she had watched herself - or rather, some sort of doppelganger - get out of her bed and put on her clothes before leaving the room. A little while later, her mother had entered the room, tidying up with a slightly annoyed look on her face. Emily had screamed out for her mom, slamming her hands against the barrier, but nothing she did could get her attention. Based on the shape and position of the shimmering portal in front of her, she deduced that she was looking out from the inside of the mirror that Connor had given her.
Tears flooded down her flushed cheeks as she sunk to her knees, her hands sliding uselessly down to her sides. She stared into her room, which despite being just a finger's breadth away, seemed so very distant. Suddenly, she heard movement behind her. Emily shakily turned around to see what the cause of it was, acutely aware that all she was wearing was her still unbuttoned nightshirt, which she bunched up around herself in a fruitless attempt to preserve her modesty.
What greeted her eyes was an alien, desolate, world: a hellish landscape that stretched endlessly before her with pulsating, fleshy ground. tree-like tentacles, and jagged mountaintops that clawed up into a reddish-pink sky like shards of glass. Deep ravines cut into the mushy ground like horrible wounds, where mottled, meaty tentacles writhed along the walls as if waiting to ensnare any passersby. For a moment, she thought she could see people in the distance dotting the various features around her, but her attention was quickly drawn towards the two towering figures that were swiftly approaching her, and as they grew near, her heart fell into her stomach.
As if having jumped straight straight out of one of her fantasy novels, two hulking ogres with gray, lumpy skin now stood before her. They stood nearly nine feet tall, and sported small black horns above their beady, soulless eyes. Their muscular bodies were nude, displaying giant, flaccid penises nearly the size of a man’s arm, and leathery balls that hung down like sacks of watermelons. She couldn’t help herself from staring at the swaying genitals that were positioned only a few feet away from her face.
“Looks like this one is hungry for cock already,” one of the ogres spoke in a gravelly voice, taking Emily by surprise.
“Mmm,” the other one nodded in agreement. “I love when we get fresh little girl cunt to break in. The boy we got last week was fine, but his asshole got too loose after a while.”
“She looks tight, too,” the first one said, licking his cracked lips, and allowing a string of drool to ooze down his chin. They both let out rumbling laughter, causing Emily to flinch and scamper backwards, pressing her back against the solid barrier of the portal.
“Wh-where am I?” She managed to stutter. “Who are you people? What are you going to do to me…? P-please don’t eat me!” She babbled through a new batch of tears she could feel welling up in her eyes.
“This one’s mouth is definitely too loose for my liking, though,” the second ogre snorted.
“I think I know a way we can shut her up,” the other one laughed, beginning to stroke his impressive shaft, which quickly began to grow in size as it became more and more erect. “Listen up you little bitch,” he continued, now looking down at Emily’s trembling form. “From now on you’re nothing but our sex toy.”
“Our meat doll,” the other ogre added.
“The deal was that we would grant that human witch the dark powers of the mirror, if she enchanted it to draw more and more humans into our realm to satiate our lust and help us breed.”
“And so here you are, along with countless others of your kind, who now live agelessly to tirelessly serve our cocks for eternity.”
“Ah, and pussies. Best not leave the succubi out. You know how they go on about equality.”
“Good point.”
“C-cocks?” Emily stammered. She had heard that word before from some boys at school, but she knew it was a dirty word that had to do with penises. She gulped and eyed the two, turgid masts throbbing in front of her face.
“That’s right,” ogre number 2 replied, his face twisting into a perverse smile. “Your sweet little cunny, mouth, and ass are going to milk so many demon cocks and tentacles in our realm.”
“And we got here first, so we get first dibs,” the other ogre said giddily, reaching out towards her. “I hope you don’t mind if we also get a taste of your perky little tits? Not that it would matter either way.” He laughed again, which grew in volume as he watched Emily suddenly jolt away, attempting to flee. She didn’t get very far. The fleshy ground was uneven and slippery, and she quickly tripped over onto her knees, allowing the two demons to catch up to her in a couple large strides.
“No! Stay away!” Emily shrieked. “Help! Help me! Someone! Mom!”
“Mommy can’t save you here!” The first ogre chuckled, licking his lips again as he reached down and scooped up the struggling pre-teen girl, grasping her around her slim waist with a single gnarled hand.
“Even if she were here, she’d be nothing but our cum dump too,” the other ogre snorted. “Actually, that’s a good idea. We should get her in here. I saw a glimpse of her through the mirror. Huge tits.”
“A shame we won’t get to see if this one grows up to take after her mama.”
“Ah, the double-edged sword of immortality.”
“I’d love to watch her and her naked mommy getting fucked face-to-face while swirling their tongues around my cock head.” The ogre holding Emily shuddered in delight at the thought while the girl frantically kicked her legs. “Tsk, can you hold these things still for me?”
“Huhhh? Why do you get to go first?” The other ogre demanded to know, crossing his trunk-like arms.
“Because I got her first. You can have a go after.”
“But I like it when their pussies are still fresh and firm.”
“Fine, we can share her.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The second ogre came up in front of Emily, grasping her thighs with his hands, and wrenching them far apart. Emily punched at him with her bare hands, but the first ogre adjusted his grip to hold her arms to her side, while using his free hand to rip the tattered nightshirt off of her body, leaving her completely naked in this strange evil world. She was held with her back against his rotund stomach while the other ogre’s fetid breath misted her tear-streaked face.
As she inhaled his musky odor, she felt her mind begin to swim again, just as it had the night before when she swallowed that nasty goop. Her groin and chest began to tingle and feel hot, and her fearful breaths slowly devolved into haggard pantined. She clenched her teeth, trying to fight the unwanted cravings blossoming up through her young body, but she could do nothing to stop her face from blushing.
“Looks like the aphrodisiac in your breath is working quickly with this one,” the ogre holding her up chuckled. “Always fun to see how long they can hold out before begging for it.”
“Well, let’s not keep her waiting,” the other one said, facing his companion and pulling Emily’s legs towards his pelvis like bike handles to position her exposed holes directly above both of their stiff shafts, which were now dripping with foul-smelling precum. “One… two… three!”
On three, both ogres thrust the small girl downwards, impaling both her cunt and asshole in one clean motion. She let out a soundless scream as her stomach bulged around the thick cock slamming into her immature womb. The ogres laughed and continued to bounce her up and down on their rods, savoring every moment of the double penetration.
Her small, pert breasts jostled wildly with each powerful thrust. The ogre holding her waist let go, leaving her held up by his huge shaft buried deep in her ass, and moved his hands to her tits, using his thumb and forefinger to roughly squeeze and massage the tender globes, making sure to flick and pinch her stiff nipples now and then.
After a short while, the ogres climaxed in unison, panting with their tongues hanging out of their mouth while thick spunk geysered up into Emily’s gaping holes, splattering to the ground at their feet. The first ogre pulled her quivering body up off of their throbbing cocks and hung her forward so that her butt was directly in front of his crotch while her face was nuzzled up against the other ogre’s sagging ball sack. They nodded to each other, and with practiced motions began to spit-roast the girl, with ogre number 1 pumping his veiny shaft in and out of her gushing cunny while ogre number two rammed his own dick down her little, gagging throat.
They ejaculated what must have been several gallons of demon cum into each of her pre-teen holes, leaving her body shuddering while she coughed up a seemingly endless flow of hot jizz. The strange properties of the land seemed to prevent her from passing out, and potentially even dying, so the ogres took great glee in being as rough with her as they wanted. Even the bright red spank marks they left on her taut ass immediately healed as if through some macabre miracle.
It seemed like hours before one of the ogres finally tossed Emily’s limp, cum-soaked body up over his shoulder and began to carry her away from the portal, deeper into the demonic dimension. As they walked, Emily could faintly make out some of the sights that passed by her bleary eyes.
She saw a voluptuous female demon who looked like a human woman, but with red skin, a pair of curved horns, and bat-like wings protruding from her shoulder blades. The succubus had a man, probably in his mid-twenties, pinned to the ground beneath her curvy thighs, where he was strapped down by dozens of small tentacles that sprouted from the ground like living grass. The demoness madly rode his hard cock while the man moaned and babbled incoherently. In her hands was a young boy of nine or ten, whom she held upside down so his small face was pressed between her huge, bouncing tits.
She hungrily swallowed the kid’s boycock and small balls together into her lush lips, swirling her forked tongue around his helpless genitals as he cried out into her cleavage, his hips bucking with a dry cum. A tentacle rose up off the ground next to her, carrying a tightly bound teenage girl whom Emily thought she recognized as being from her local highschool. The girl was swung over to straddle the bound man’s face, and her shaved pussy was pressed up against his mouth until he began to dutifully lick the young flesh, eliciting gasps of pleasure from the girl.
“This is the true place of a man,” the succubus explained to the girl, holding the boy with one arm now, and reaching around the teen to fondle her modest boobs. “You will come to learn of all the pleasure of being a woman while in my care.” She giggled seductively, swirling her long tongue around the boy’s quivering little nail. “But first, we need to teach these boys where they belong.” She plunged her moist tongue into the boy’s puckered starfish, laughing sadistically as she felt him flinch, while the man she was riding suddenly spasmed and shot load after load into her cunt, which could squeeze a man dry unlike any human woman. However, his ejaculations never ceased, as if he had an unending amount of cum with no refractory period.
As they passed by, the demoness winked at the ogres, who grimaced and trudged onwards, one of them defensively cupping his hands around his groin. They smiled and nodded a greeting to another monster that lumbered by them, a strange creature with four legs that gave the appearance of two burly men fused back-to-back, with one walking forwards while the other walked backwards. The side facing Emily was made up of twisted flesh, with only vaguely humanoid features, but there was a distinctly human woman absorbed into its chest-area.
Her limbs were trapped in its body, leaving only her head and torso exposed, and two phallic appendages were pumping in and out of both her dripping holes while two other tentacles were firmly latched onto her large, juicy breasts. There were clear bulb-like sacs on the ends of each that were filling up with a white fluid, as if somehow milking the woman’s tits despite her not being pregnant. Was this another effect of this hellish dimension?
The woman’s eyes were covered with a tentacle blindfold, and her mouth was filled with tentacle cock, so she didn’t see Emily as she moved past, nor did she make any sounds other than guttural grunts and moans. As the creature’s backside came into view, Emily could see a young girl of 9 years of age who looked similar to the woman, possibly her daughter, who was undergoing similar treatment.
The thick demon cocks filling the girl’s tight little holes bounced with each step the monster took, thrusting in and out of her helplessly bound body. Her prepubescent chest was still budding, so instead of milking her, the tentacles around her torso seemed content with merely flicking and sucking on her sensitive nipples. Unlike her mother, her face was unmolested. When she saw Emily, she cried out, begging in some foreign language, but her words melted away into gasps as a tiny feeler suddenly latched onto the base of her young, exposed clit and began to fiendishly vibrate.
Emily looked away, unwilling to watch the poor girl any longer, but quickly wished she hadn’t. As she shifted her gaze, her eyes alighted upon a face she recognized very well: Connor, the boy who had given her that cursed mirror.
The 13-year-old boy was totally naked and partially absorbed into what looked like a fleshy pillar of tentacles, with only his face and pelvis sticking out. He was one of a dozen other males of various ages and races who were similarly trapped in other pillars that were standing in a circle, with each captive facing the center.
Each of them were howling and moaning in ecstasy as thick, ribbed tentacles rutted in and out of their assholes, while other tendrils played with their sensitive balls. A young boy cried out as his little smooth sack was squeezed and tickled, while next to him, a man of thirty gasp in delight while the tentacles cupping his large hairy balls began to vibrate. Each of them had a tentacle sleeve feverishly milking their cocks, large or small.
Even the youngest of the boys, probably seven, seemed to be capable of spurting out creamy white semen, which was quickly sucked up by the tentacle pussy stroking him with expert motions. The collected cum was all gathered up into a large, fleshy translucent sack that hung over the center of the pillar circle, suspended by a web of tendrils. Below it was a circle of women’s asses of different sizes and races sticking out of the fleshy ground like living boulders. They clenched now and then, indicating that they were alive, but there was little they could do to remove the meaty tentacles that connected their gushing cunts to the cum-filled sac, which was ceaselessly filling their wombs with a dozen men’s spunk.
Connor didn’t seem to notice Emily as she called out his name. He simply stared forward with a dazed look on his face as his hips weakly thrust into the tentacle slurping on his rigid little cocklet. Emily had gotten to the age where she had started to think about boys in class naked, but she never expected her first experience to be like this. Another ogre passing by the scene took notice of the young boy, and approached his helplessly bound and displayed naked body while starting to drool. The demon yanked the beaded tentacle out of Connor's yawning little asshole, before quickly replacing it with his own monster cock, plowing hard and fast into the squirming child until he blew a torrential load of thick cum deep into him. The ogre withdrew his warty dick from Connor's backside, allowing a waterfall of semen to pour out of him, but it was quickly stopped by the tentacle that plunged back into the waiting orifice.
As the gray ogres continued to carry Emily deeper into the hellscape, her eyes were met with countless more lewd sights, and the air was filled with the sounds of lustful moaning, wailing cries, and wet smacking sounds. Walls made of pulsating flesh had naked adults and children all trapped within, each hole busy being used by the huge cocks of passing demons, the squirming tentacles protruding from the surfaces around them, or the mouths of any other nearby captives. One man was trapped facing the meatwall in a spread-eagled position, his face buried into the cunny of a small girl, while another girl who looked almost exactly identical was busy sucking the man’s cock, which was being forced into her little mouth. Sticking out of the fleshwall next to the man's head was a woman's torso, her full, hanging breasts were being suckled on by a pair of teenage boys whose heads were expose just beneath her tits. Their constant flinching and moans indicated that somewhere within the wall - or perhaps on the other side - their teen cocks were being aggressively milked. The woman moaned loudly into the tentacle filling her mouth as it gushed hot cum into her throat. The tube-like tendril seemed to be coming from the direction of where the two boys' genitals might be, implying that the viscous fluid dripping down her chin was in fact a mixture of the two teen's bountiful jizz.
Beyond the meatwall, there were palm tree-like growths that sprouted from the ground, with vine-like tentacles draping down from above. Dozens of humans were held captive within the snaring tendrils, their nude bodies put on lewd display in a myriad of positions. Demons were lined up, taking turns grabbing the helplessly hanging naked men, women, and children and having their way with them. One humanoid creature with a face like an octopus had grabbed two women, one in each large hand, and was gliding their chests up and down its misshapen cock, their large breasts sandwiching the alien shaft like a pillowy onahole.
Meanwhile, three young girls were entwined in the tentacle grass and being held up between the monster’s spread legs, where they were forced to lick and kiss the creature’s warty ball sack. All the while, it used its anemone-like mouth to greedily suck the cocks of two little boys and one man all at the same time. Above the demon, tentacles held a girl and a boy, likely around the same ages as Emily, tied together in a dexterous 69 position. The young girl had lightless eyes, but was eagerly bobbing her back and forth on the boy's straining little pre-teen penis, occasionally managing to deepthroat it while bathing the kid's soft, hanging balls with her warm wet tongue. The boy was clearly old enough to have wet orgasms, as his boycum dribbled from his partners mouth as she gurgled and choked down his boyhood. Her partner seemed to be in the same trance-like state, and had his mouth sealed tight around the girl's tender mound, a look of absolute delight on his flushed face. Every so often, he would pull back a little to allow his tongue more room to dance between her juicy little pussy lips, flickering over her cute, exposed clit, before diving back into his meal.
Such debauchery was everywhere Emily looked. She saw several women and teen girls trapped within fleshy walls who even seemed to be pregnant, with their distended stomachs jiggling as deluges of tiny tentacles or baby demons were pushed out of their abused vaginas. The younglings would then squirm over to the mother’s helpless breasts sucking on them to gain nourishment from the largest G cups all the way down to the smallest A cups. It wouldn’t be long before another monster would pass by and impregnate any vacant wombs yet again.
Another tentacle tree came into view, with yet more limply spasming bodies being molested. Two young boys, a well-built black 15-year-old and a lean, pale ginger of no more than 11 were hanging like fruit from the tree, tied together back-to-back only a few feet off the ground with their legs held up and apart at the knee by more devilish tendrils. Each child had a woman between his legs, and judging by their skin tones and hair color, these were likely their mothers, though with the opposite son, both of them leaning forward on their knees, which were strapped to the ground with the tentacle grass. The curvy redhead happily slurped on rigid, black teen cock, massaging his hairy balls with her long slender fingers. Meanwhile, the teen's mother lapped at the little ginger's white balls of the other woman's son, while using one hand to skillfully masturbate his prepubescent dicklet. Both women used their free hands to sensually massage the other's large, firm tits, moaning happily around the youthful cocks and balls in their warm mouths. Emily could barely see a pair of little girls' heads sticking out of the ground beneath each woman's crotch. No doubt their young nubile bodies were being worked over by unseen tentacles beneath the surface, all the while, their little faces were almost completely buried in each mother's dripping cunt. Though it was hard to tell given how obscured their faces were while the women were madly grinding their pussies into the innocent mouths, the each of the girls' appearances indicated that the woman lustfully riding her face was her mother.
Emily trembled in fear, imagining the fate that awaited her, and wishing with all her might to be able to run back to the mirror portal and leap into the safety of her parent’s arms. The thought of “parents” hung in her mind as she glanced to her left and saw another sight, which managed to surprise her despite all the innocence she had already recently lost: Meghan Lane, the rich girl whom Connor was supposedly going out with.
The young blonde girl was held aloft by tentacles, her legs held open in an “M” shape, while her well-developed pert boobs jiggled up and down as the tendrils forced her nearly bald cunny to ride a man who was bound by tentacles below her. They were not alone, for there was a woman similarly entrapped in tentacles, whose face was pushed up into the man’s balls, where she nuzzles and licked the velvety flesh.
Emily recognized the man and woman from school events: they were Mr. and Mrs. Lane, Meghan’s parents. Mr. Lane cried out and clenched his jaw, doing his best not to fill his little girl with his potent seed. He didn’t seem to have a history of success, however, as his pelvis was already dripping with streams of jizz from previous ejaculations, which Meghan’s prim little pussy repeatedly slapped into with messy wet squelching noises. Mrs. Lane seemed oblivious to the tears of her husband and daughter. Her eyes were glazed over as she serviced her husband’s balls and asshole while watching her daughter’s firm ass bouncing up and down in front of her eyes. A tentacle next to her face continuously emitted some sort of pink gas, which Emily got a whiff of. It made her head swim in the same way that other substances from these creatures had done, leaving Emily feeling slightly aroused on top of the fear and disgust.
“Mmm…” Mrs. Lane moaned into her husband’s plump hairy balls. “Be a good girl and milk daddy’s big strong cock with your cute little cunt.” Her words came out in a slurred, drunken stupor.
“I’ll sue!” Mr. Lane angrily hollered out into the void. “Do you have any idea who I am!?” He groaned as he released another heft load of cum into his teenage daughter, who simply whimpered and stared ahead blankly with dead eyes.
“We’re here, my lord,” the ogre carrying Emily suddenly declared, snapping her attention away from the incestuous display.
“Very good, my faithful servants,” a snide voice filled with arrogant authority filled Emily’s ears. It was simultaneously sweet and repulsive. “Ah, I see the boy chose to bestow the blessing of eternal pleasure unto this adolescent female. Let me inspect her.”
The ogre swung Emily off his shoulder, dangling her by her arms as her naked body now faced a towering red demon sitting upon an ornately carved stone throne. If Emily had been told she was meeting the Devil, she would have believed it. The humanoid giant had cloven hooves, bright scarlet skin, rippling muscles, and several sharp horns jutting out from his head like a wicked crown. His black, slit-pupil eyes scanned Emily’s trembling body while large tentacles emerging from his back like spider legs waved lazily through the air.
“As always, she will serve me for a time before the rest of you disgusting filth can play with her.” He gestured with his hand, and for the first time, Emily noticed that attached to the base of the demon’s gigantic, spined erection was a metal ring, which was connected to a dozen chains. At the end of each chain was a collared, nude human, of different ages and races, but all of which were rather attractive. They were all gathered around as if in a trance, happily moaning while rubbing their bodies together to lick and suck every exposed inch of the demon’s throbbing shaft and bulging balls. One man was even holding up a small girl so that she could access the demon’s black, shining cockhead in order to polish it with her wet little tongue.
The demon lord - for there seemed to be no better title that Emily could think of - eyed her up and down, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
“She will be fun to break,” he smiled with razor sharp teeth. “I can tell at a glance that she was born to be a living cock sleeve. She will manage to fit around my girth with proper training.” He waved for the ogres to place Emily at his hooved feet. “Begone, and allow me to enjoy the latest spoils.” They did as they were bade, and marched off into the distance, spanking a few exposed asses, and slapping some dangling tits and cocks as they went.
The demon lord looked down at Emily, who stared back, speechless. She had so much she wanted to cry out, but the words didn’t come. The demon snapped his fingers, and like magic, another chained collar manifested around Emily’s neck, connecting her to his cock, which swayed above her like a small tree being climbed by eager men, women, and children. Suddenly, the collar began to glow, and she felt her thoughts slipping away, her body moving on its own.
“Come, child,” the demon lord whispered sweetly down at her. “I shall taste of your juices.” He lifted Emily up to his mouth, opening it to reveal two forked tongues. Pressing the girls’ crotch up to his hot lips, both tongues got to work scouring the insides of her pussy and ass, while aggressively teasing her swollen clitty. His masterful ministrations were on an entirely different level from the sexual encounters Emily had already experienced. She came hard almost immediately, bucking her hips and gurgling in pleasure as she squirted for the first time in her life.
The demon lord pulled her away, licking his lips in satisfaction as her pussy juices dripped down his pointed chin. The tentacles twining out from his back all opened up to reveal various sucking mouths, vibrating rods, and squirming cilia. As they began to converge on Emily’s convulsing, naked pre-teen body, her mind melted away into pure bliss. Connor really had given her an amazing gift after all.
In school, she had spent countless hours practicing to be accepted into the highschool swim team next year. Been dutiful in her studies to earn good scholarships when the time came. Eagerly awaited the next episode of her favorite show. But none of that mattered anymore. It was all for naught. Now, the young girl was nothing more than a flesh toy, with her sole purpose to pleasure cocks for the rest of eternity. She weakly moaned for her mother one last time before tentacles found her lips and filled her mouth with more of that delicious cream, and then her world devolved into a swirl of pleasure, pain, and endless throngs of monsters waiting to play with her nubile little body.
***
A week later, Emily’s mother was surprised to see her daughter come into her office one day after school. Usually the quiet girl liked to come home and do her homework before cuddling up on her bed to watch her internet video things. She and her husband had grown worried about their daughter’s sudden shift in attitude, becoming despondent as if some sort of zombie going through the motions, but today, the girl greeted her with a smile - though her eyes still seemed oddly glazed over.
Emily held up the silver mirror she had been carrying around with her for the past week or so, offering it to her mother.
“This is for you,” Emily murmured. “I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.”
“Why, thank you, Em,” her mother replied, taking the mirror and smiling at her daughter. “It’s lovely. I’ll display it next to my bed tonight.”
Emily simply smiled back before turning away and closing her mother’s office door behind her.