Did Ix: the 13th Bride

Damsel in Distress 9 - The 13th Bride - Part 1

"It's a lovely little seaside town, isn't it, dear?"

Looking out the window of the motor cab, Kelly Ann might, under different circumstances, agreed. The houses were quaint and well kept along this street and just beyond them, with the backdrop of a orange evening sky, were docks where a fleet of fishing boats bobbed in the water. Yes, it was very quaint, but Kelly Ann couldn't say she agreed, even if she was inclined to, because of the ball gag in her mouth.

"Oh, here we are," remarked her Aunt Suzanne. "Pull up to the rear door," she told the driver.

The cab came up behind the town's church, which was actually more of a cathedral with high, square towers. It was constructed of gray stone and its size seemed out of character for this small village. As the vehicle pulled to a stop, two men in black, hooded robes met it, and escorted Aunt Suzanne, and her captive niece, inside a back door.

"I was so foolish!" thought Kelly Ann. After the last incident with her murderous Aunt Suzanne, David, her bodyguard and lover, had become very protective of her, not letting her leave the safety of her fabulous mansion without him at her elbow. That was fine with Kelly Ann, but when he was forced to travel on business for a week, she had been expected to stay in the safety of her estate the whole time. After three days she had become bored and wanted to go shopping in the nearby village. After all, Suzanne was in jail, wasn't she?

Finding out that a motor taxi service had just become available that in the town, she ordered a cab. How exciting it would be, she thought, to travel in one of those new-fangled, fancy horseless carriages! When she had climbed into the back, however, she realized an unwanted passenger was already aboard: her psychotic aunt who had already tried to murder her several times in pursuit of the immense Vanderhilt fortune left to Kelly by her parents. The driver, Suzanne's henchman, had driven them under her orders several hours to this small fishing village on the coast.

The men in robes led them into the rear of the church. The sanctuary felt odd. There was no cross or other traditional symbols, and while she'd seen gargoyles on cathedrals before, they were always on the outside of the building, NOT the inside. In this church, however, the sanctuary was ringed with statues of odd creatures that seemed like men, but with horns, and tentacles instead of legs.

The women were hustled down a spiral staircase and through some touch-lit tunnels below the street. Finally they reached a room where two black robed women waited. Here they stopped and Suzanne barked an order to the women: "Strip her!"

The women began disrobing Kelly Ann as her aunt removed the ball gag.

"How did you get out of jail!?!" she asked her aunt.

Suzanne smiled one of her wicked smiles and replied, "You know your gambit of getting me to confess and implicate those people who had helped me escape last time, almost worked. Without being able to bribe or seduce anybody this time I was really stuck. Fortunately, providence was in my favor and I found myself in a cell with this rather odd women. She was reluctant to talk at first, but with my powers of hypnosis I was able to get her to spill her life story. She was from a town - this town - Innsmoore. And the stories she told about it were quite amazing. Let me give you a little history."

"So about a century ago, this place was a little seaside village that was slowly dying. The fishing was poor and so were the people. But then they discovered something. Just off the coast here was a colony of sea creatures. Intelligent sea creatures. They looked like men - and perhaps they once were - but they could live underwater. And instead of legs, they had tentacles," Suzanne explained.

"As it turned out contact with the sea people turned the village right around. The sea people had a need for goods that could not be manufactured underwater and access to a seam of gold on the ocean bottom. The villagers were happy to supply those goods and take gold in return. The arrangement even revived the fishing industry, as the sea people would drive schools of fish into the village nets," she continued.

Kelly Ann was fully naked by now wearing only a pair of black high heels with her hands bound behind her back. A thin, almost transparent, black cape, open at the front and tied at the neck was put on her. Her aunt pointed to another tunnel and pushed Kelly Ann forward. As they walked the flimsy cloak, blew behind her displaying her nakedness to everyone. Kelly Ann suspected it was designed to do just that, whenever she moved.

As they walked Suzanne continued her history lesson. "The sea people had only two requirements to continue this advantageous arrangement. First, the village must worship, as they did, their God-King. He was the oldest and most powerful of the sea people. The village, happily complied and you saw the cathedral they built for that purpose on the surface."

"The second requirement was that on the King's mating cycle, every seven years, a beautiful human bride be given to him during a lavish ceremony," Suzanne explained.

They had entered a huge round, underground room with columns around the outside that supported a domed roof. In the center of the room, in front of them, was a raised, round, marble platform with a pentacle inscribed on the surface, which Kelly Ann realized was supposed to be an altar. Behind them, between the columns, niches had been carved into the rock and about half of them were filled with elaborate statues, while the rest were empty. On the far side of the altar was a pond about 20 feet wide. From the way the water was constantly in motion, and the smell of salt in the air, Kelly perceived it must be connected to the ocean through an underwater passage. Extending from the altar, down into the pond was a wide ramp, also made of smooth marble.

"Originally it was considered a great honor to be selected as the bride of the Sea-God," Suzanne continued, "and with the faithful looking on, in this underground temple, the marriages were consummated right here on this altar. But after the first few brides, reluctance began to show among the girls of the village. You see the sea people's physiology was very incompatible with human physiology. The male sea people's semen was poisonous to humans and the brides died within hours of having intercourse with their husband."

"Most of the villagers of the cult felt this was a trivial sacrifice, however, given the wealth and power the arrangement gave them so the tradition continued," Suzanne said, "Eventually, however, there was pressure to find brides from outside the community by whatever means necessary and paid kidnappers were often employed."

Suzanne turned to Kelly Ann and gave her another wicked smile. "It was at this point in my cellmate's story I had a revelation: I had spent years and a small fortune trying to do in my pretty niece. Now here was an opportunity to have someone else do it for me, and have them pay me for the privilege! A deal was soon struck, they helped me escape from jail, and here we are now."

"And I suppose tonight, and I will be wed to the Sea-God," Kelly Ann said.

Suzanne grinned. "And who said blondes were dumb?"

"Is there no end to your perversion!" Kelly Ann cried.

"Oh, don't be mad at Auntie," Suzanne replied. "It is a great honor and you will be remembered by the cult for forever. Let me show you." She led them over to the first of the niches.

Filling the niche were life-like statues of two figures. The larger must have been the Sea God. He appeared to be carved in marble which was then painted. He reminded Kelly Ann of one of those muscular statues the ancient Greek's made of their heroes, except this one sported two huge horns on his head and instead of legs, his lower body consisted of a dozen of thick, powerful tentacles. His hands, and tentacles were wrapped around the smaller figure of a lithe, naked human girl on all fours facing away from him. A tentacle was wrapped around her throat and her head tilted back. Her mouth was open in a wide "O" shape and her face showed the ecstasy of orgasm. The detail on the art was amazing as Kelly Ann could see where the Sea King's huge phallus entered the girl, stretching her pussy lips and causing her stomach to bulge.

"Each ceremony has been recorded here by the artists of the cult. Each cycle the Sea-God chooses a different position in which to take his bride and an image of the act lovingly preserved here for prosperity," Suzanne explained.

As they moved from niche to niche they saw the Sea King posed fucking each new bride in a different position: he on his back, the girl straddling him... him in a sitting position with the girl on his lap... him laying behind her on his side with her in front, his hands fondling her shapely breasts... it when on and on. Finally they reached the twelfth niche. Here the girl's butt was high in the air, her head held to the ground by a heavy, thick tentacle, as the Sea King drove his cock into her... OMG, thought Kelly Ann, it's not in her pussy it's in her...

Suzanne, seeing her niece's shock at this, laughed. "Oh, I know it's not your favorite thing, but believe me, if it's done right, it can be very stimulating!"

Kelly Ann, had to admit that the detail on the statue was amazing. It was as if the girl was really alive. On impulse reached out her hand to touch the girl's thigh and felt her fingers sink into the soft, cold surface. Letting out a shriek, she pulled back her hand in horror.

"Well, I see you discovered the secret of why the girls look so real," smirked Suzanne. "I told you that the Sea God's semen was deadly. As it turns out it acts like embalming fluid, in a few hours turning the girls into prefect mummies with no sign of decay, forever frozen in their beauty."

With this Suzanne moved to the next niche and the last one with a statue in it. Here the Sea-God was posed leaning back with his hands reaching out to hold his bride as she faced him, her legs wrapped around his waist and his immense cock, deep in her pussy. Only there was no bride. He held nothing in his hands and his tentacles looped around legs that were not there.

"And this is your spot, Kelly Ann," smiled Suzanne sweetly. "The cult artisans have already prepared his statue in the position the god has chosen for tonight. Don't worry that you won't fit properly. Knowing you so well I was able to provide them with your exact measurements. By this time tomorrow you will be part of this sacred exhibit and a piece of erotic art! The Sea-God's thirteenth bride!"

Is this the end for poor Kelly Ann? To be fatally fucked by a monstrous sea creature and left naked on display for the cult's amusement? Find out in our next episode!

DID 9: The 13th Bride - Part 2

Kelly Ann's evil aunt, Suzanne, has arranged for her to be sacrificed in an underground temple, finally clearing the way for Suzanne to claim the Vanderhilt family fortune!

They could hear in the distant ringing of the bells from the cathedral far above them.

"Ahhh," smirked Suzanne, "Your wedding bells!"

At this comment, Kelly Ann wrinkled her nose.

"Now, stay still, dear," her aunt cautioned her, "you don't want me to mess up your make-up, do you? It's not just your husband who is going to see you in the nude, but a crowd of several hundred of the faithful!"

Suzanne had spent the last hour working on Kelly Ann's makeup. Not just her face, but her whole body: powdering her tits, applying lipstick to her nipples and gloss to her pussy lips.

They could hear the sound of people, just outside the door, going down the tunnel to the temple. Her aunt wasn't kidding, there must have been hundreds of cultists in there by now.

Suzanne stepped back and admired her work. "Yes, my dear, you look lovely. I'm sure your husband will enjoy his wedding night!"

Putting the makeup case away, Suzanne undressed herself and pulled on a hooded robe, like the other women had been wearing. Like Kelly Ann's it was open at the front, tied at the neck with a hood, but unlike hers it was heavy and concealed much more.

"You're staying for this monstrous ritual, I assume," Kelly Ann said.

Suzanne laughed. "I wouldn't miss my niece's wedding for the world! I understand the reception afterwards will be to die for! I will fade into the crowd, however. Just another of the faithful there to view the spectacle."

Just then the bells stopped.

"It's time," Suzanne said. She attached a leash to a leather collar around the girl's throat and led her out into the tunnel toward the temple. Kelly Ann was dressed as before, wearing nothing but the flimsy cloak the billowed out behind her as she walked, exposing her lovely body for the world to see. Her hands were tied behind her back and on her feet she still wore the black high heels.

The temple was filled with several hundred people in robes, many holding candles and all chanting a song in some unknown language. As they entered the room, Suzanne handed the leash to a robed priest and disappeared into the crowd. As the priest led Kelly Ann toward the altar at the center of the room, the crowd parted for them. Kelly Ann had expected maybe some taunting or jeering at her predicament, but there was none of that. Besides the sound of the chant there was only the sighs of...awe? Did they really think she was that pretty? Kelly Ann had never thought of herself as truly stunning, but then again she had never walked stark naked though a crowd whispering in hushed voices about her magnificence and perfection. They almost treated her like...like a goddess? Then she realized that to the cultists that's just what she was. The soon-to-be-bride, of their god.

Kelly Ann was then led up onto the center of the altar and turned to face the crowd. Her hands were untied and retied to a rope above her head. The cloak was removed and she was left completely naked before the throng, wearing only the heels (it was at this point she really did begin to appreciate all the makeup work her aunt had done on her). They stared at her, entranced as they chanted: she was the bride, the offering and the sacred sacrifice, all in one.

Then a horn, somewhere deep in the subterranean chambers blew a low note. It rumbled through the air. Next, behind her, Kelly Ann heard the sound of the water in the pond, spilling over it edges. Turning around it was obvious that something -- something very large -- was making its way through the underwater passage to the temple.

Suddenly a figure broke the surface and rose from the water. The statues she'd seen of the Sea-God did not do him justice. He was a giant. If he had legs he would have easily stood more than eight feet high. His arms, chest and neck were massive and budged with muscles. And his face...his face was handsome, but with the bull-like horns giving him an alien, animalistic look.

He slid up the ramp toward her on his powerful tentacles, his dark, black eyes locked to her blue vivid ones. Kelly Ann's heart was pounding. Mostly from fear, but maybe a bit from arousal too?

His eyes were penetrating and filled with lust for his bride. His tentacles encircled her legs, while a massive, webbed hand reached behind her back to pull her close. The other hand reached above her head and undid the knot, releasing her wrists. She fell into his colossal arms. There was no point in resisting him, he was just too powerful. And the truth was mesmerized by his presence, Kelly Ann had no interest in resistance at all.

His skin was iridescent, a bit like a fish scales, reflecting back shades of emerald green with some blue and even purple. But unlike a scales, the texture of his skin was soft and pleasant to feel against her own bare body. He leaned his massive head towards her kissed her on the neck. It felt good. It was as if his body radiated some love potion, putting her under his spell and bringing her a feeling of deep, irresistible arousal. She moaned.

Her eyes looked down to the lower part of his body and beheld his huge phallus. It was unlike anything she'd seen before in the animal kingdom. As big as the cock of a horse, but it moved and slithered on its own, like a snake. Like the rest of his body his manhood was iridescent green with flaps and ridges along it that reminded her of fins. The tip moved toward her, seeking her body's own love hole. At first it went to the hood of her clit, stroking it and getting her wet, before it plunged deep into her, wiggling inside her and stretching her cunt more than she ever would have thought possible.

They made passionate love there on the altar with hundreds of people watching, but Kelly Ann didn't care. It was the most powerful and sensuous experience of her life. Those deep, dark eyes looking into hers and the lustfully excitement building insider her loins made her head spin like she was drunk. Looking down she could see her own belly bulge from the massive cock as it was thrust in and out of her at an ever faster pace.

Soon they both reached their climax and Kelly Ann felt the Sea-God's juices flow into her body. They were burning hot, but entirely pleasurable. The liquid overflowed her pussy and spilled down her legs, setting her skin on fire, but she was too far gone down the road of ecstasy to react with anything, but moans and whimpers of pleasure.

When their orgasms had ended, the Sea-God placed Kelly Ann gently down on the altar. Giving her a final kiss on the forehead, he slipped back into the pond and out to sea.

As Kelly Ann lay there exhausted, without the strength to move, the priests mounted the platform. One of them, using a spoon-like tool, gently scraped the excess greenish-yellow cum from her legs and deposited it in an urn. The rest of the priests brought a bier onto the platform and lifted the girl onto it. Kelly Ann noticed that they all wore gloves now, apparently unwilling to touch her body, as it now was a sacred object.

They carried her to the half-empty niche where the statue of the Sea-God awaited. Lifting her gently into position they carefully posed her in his arms and tentacles. Then they slid the marble cock into her aching pussy till her tummy budged. She moaned at this intrusion, but was powerless to resist. The cum inside her had set her whole body aflame, robbing it of any energy to defy them.

As she lay in the statue's grip, a priest took the urn full of cum and with a brush, began applying it to her legs, arms, breasts and in fact any part of her exposed skin. It felt hot, and Kelly Ann realized they were using the fluid's embalming features to preserve the outside of her body, the same way that the cum inside of her was mummifying her internals.

Finally a woman priest climbed up on a stool, to reach Kelly Ann's head. She painted her skin there with the cum, and also posed the girl's mouth and features. Kelly Ann had lost all voluntary muscle control by then and could be manipulated like a living doll. Soon she wore the same expression she had when she had reached her climax with the Sea-God: head back with her mouth open in a wide "O" shape. An expression she would now wear for eternity.

When this was competed, the head priest turned to the crowd and declared, "It is done!" With a cheer, the hundreds of cultists departed the room to celebrate in the cathedral sanctuary on the surface and Kelly Ann was left alone in the temple.

Well, alone except one person. A hooded figure walked towards the door of the temple, then stopped before the niche and turned to look at the display, pulling back her hood. It was Aunt Suzanne. She said nothing, but carefully studied Kelly Ann's predicament, then her lips broke into a satisfied smile. Turning toward the door, she walked briskly away, apparently to join the festivities in the cathedral.