Into Oblivion 1

Jake gave a firm push on the peeling paint of the side door and it creaked open with a groan. "Easy peasy," he said, satisfied. "We're in."

"You mean, we're criminals," Maria added, following Jake inside the dark house without hesitation. Her hand was holding his tightly and I eyed that big ass of hers stuffed into dark denim.

This was fun. Even if it was a little bit illegal. The house was at the dark end of a suburban cul-de-sac, as sleepy and quiet of a spot as could be. We even chose a night with a new moon to cut down on any light. I don't think any of the neighbors really gave a shit, but it made this feel like more of an adventure, a break from the monotony of the summer.

I stepped through the threshold and looked back at Denise. "Babe, you coming?"

Denise nodded yes, but stayed where she was. She looked tiny in the doorway. Denise is tiny. Barely five feet tall and thin. Small tits, narrow hips, the entire package.

"Come on," I urged and reached out my hand, "We won't get in trouble."

"I'm not worried about getting into trouble, Dan. This place...give me the creeps," Denise took my hand and then we were all inside the abandoned house. "Is this really where she lived?"

"That's what my brother said. He went to school with her, he knew her," Jake chimed in. He was the one that had cooked up this little expedition and was the self proclaimed expert on all things suburban legend.

The side door opened into what was once a family den. Now it was a decaying piece of shit. It had been a while since any good times were had here. The couches were sliced up and stuffing covered the floor like moldy snowfall. A ceiling fan was smashed through a coffee table, a five pointed fallen star amid the scattered shards of glass. Everything was trashed. Sloppy graffiti covered the walls and a dull odor of stale beer and cigarettes hung in the air, a suffocating escape from the too hot summer night.

"And she just vanished?" Maria's voice was a little shaky. The mood changed now that we were inside and amid the ruin.

"Yeah, my bro said that she...," Jake started and I cut him off.

"Stella, right? Her name was Stella Ciccone." I heard her name a lot a couple of years ago, when it all went down.

"Italian girl," Maria muttered under her breath.

Jake went on. "Stella was in the same grade as my brother. Class of 97. They were seniors when everything happened, four years ago. One day this girl was just gone. Like a magic trick. Poof. My bro said that she was weird. Didn't really have any friends and didn't do much, as far as anyone knew. One of those loner, goth types." He paused. "She was a big girl."

Maria gave him a little slap. "What's that got to do with it? You're always talking about people's bodies like you're fucking perfect." She pulled at her tank top and the thick strap of her bra appeared.

"Just saying. Rick said she was pretty. Just, you know, bigger than some other girls," Jake was smirking, he loved to rile up his girlfriend and knew just how to do it. He looked at me with a goofy grin and cupped his hands in front of his chest, the universal gesture for big tits.

"So what's the story? She was here and then she wasn't?" Denise stuck close to me as we started to spread out and walk around the rest of the house.

"Yeah, I guess. No one really knows. Apparently it really fucked up the family. Cops asked a bunch of questions but never found anything out. There were rumors that the mom was involved, but who the fuck knows what was true and what's bullshit. Some people said that Stella was a witch. And then one day the family was gone too. Said nothing to no one. Just packed up in the middle of the night and split," Jake gestured to the detritus around him. "Didn't even take most of their shit."

"But some people say they still hear her, Stella, in the house. Right? Moans or screams or something. And I heard that there are no mirrors in the house because after Stella vanished her family kept seeing her in the mirrors, looking back at them. So they got rid of everything in the house that was reflective," I added.

"That's fucked up. You'd think that they would want to see their missing daughter?" Denise was not feeling it. The story, the house, it was getting to her.

"Not like the way she was. I heard that she was different somehow. Something had changed with her and Stella was not the same," I explained, my voice low.

"Where did you hear that bullshit?" Maria questioned from across the room. The kitchen was just as trashed as the den. Shit everywhere, picked over and discarded. Nothing worth a thing. I poked my head into a half bathroom and looked around. The sink was still there but no mirror above. Just an empty spot, a circle less faded than the walls around it.

"I don't remember. But I heard it somewhere."

"Some girls on the team were talking about her one day. Claudia Lombardo said that if you turn off the lights and say her name three times in the mirror then she'll steal your boyfriend," Denise added, she was trying to sound light but she couldn't hide the heaviness in her voice. "But no one would do it."

In silence the four of us made our way slowly through the house. We split up, Jake and Maria checking out the downstairs, while Denise and I headed up the creaky steps to the second floor. It was odd to see a house like this. It could have been any of ours, a cookie cutter suburban for a perfect family. Except this was anything but that.

This house was the aftermath of middle class melancholy. Lost nights in front of the glow of a television. Conversations and meals that no one even wanted to remember. Too gloomy to merely be dead, this was more like a coma. A frozen stasis of what happens to dreams when you realize there is nothing at the end of a rainbow. A big old pot of shit that someone got to first. I didn't know who this Stella was, but I couldn't blame her for wanting to get away from it all.

The remains of life were all around. Clothes and furniture, books and magazines. But it was lifeless. None of it mattered. It was the same stuff you could see anywhere.

On the second floor was a stained carpeted hallway with several doors ajar. Walking by, Denise and I spied a master bedroom, another bedroom, and a bathroom. All trashed. The only closed door was at the end of the hall. Since we got inside the house it was the only closed door that we had seen. Fuck, even the kitchen cabinets had been wide open.

I looked at Denise and gestured to the closed door. "What do you think?"

"Nope. That shit is closed for a reason, I've seen horror movies," her head went side to side, her body almost shaking. I hugged her and she wrapped her arms around her own tight little body and I felt her nipples, hard as diamonds against the heat of my skin.

"Come on, let's just check it out. We didn't come here to not look around," I bargained, the best smile I could muster. A moment ago I didn't care, but now I really wanted to see what was behind that door. Somewhere inside of me I felt a tingle, an itch that I couldn't scratch.

"I'm going to fucking kill you...," Denise followed a step behind.

We neared the door and both stopped at the same time. A breathy moan, somewhere in the house, froze us in our tracks. It was brief, but the silence that followed said volumes.

"I swear to...," she whispered before I cut her off. The tingle surged stronger. A sexual pulse shot through my body and I squeezed Denise tight, eager to feel her against me.

All quiet for a pounding heartbeat and then the sound rose up again, low and with energy behind it. Suddenly, it picked up a familiar rhythm and the moan came back, clearer this time.

"Uuuuhhhhh...fuck this fat ass...just like that...."

A grunted response, the slap of flesh from the first floor. The house creaked.

Denise was on a rollercoaster of emotions and stood there, wide eyed. "Those two are nasty."

I smirked, we both did and a little spark fired off between us. "You know..." Damn, I got horny real quick listening to those two.

"Don't you get any ideas. Not in this fucking hellhole."

I rolled my eyes to let her know I wasn't trashing the idea, even if she had.

The door at the end of the hall was closed all the way and I gave the knob a turn and felt it unlatch, pushing the weight forward with a little more strength than I would have guessed I needed to. The door sagged and rubbed against the dingy carpet. The bedroom inside was beat up, but nothing like the rest of the house. Even in the dim light I could see the layers of dust that coated everything in the room; a shelf of books, an old wooden dresser, more discarded relics of life. But this space wasn't trashed like all the other rooms. Some posters were still taped to the walls; The Cure and some group of gnarly looking women called L7. Another poster was crumpled on the floor near the dresser.

Denise stepped in behind me and stayed close as we navigated the piles of debris on the floor. Neither of us said a word for a long minute. Finally Denise broke the ice.

"This room feels a little different. Right?" She separated our hands and instead slid her fingers along my thigh, brushing against my ass and lingering near my balls. "Like, I can feel it, I don't know, shaking in me." She sounded different.

"Yeah, I feel that too." I definitely felt something. My cock was stiffening from more than Denise's fingers. The tingle in my body had become a full blown buzz. Something was in the air that we both felt, a rising sensation inside of my body. I moved my body so that my cock rubbed against her hand, I needed to let her know how this room was making me feel. The rest of the house was asleep but it felt like we had company in here. "You think this was Stella's room?"

"Definitely," Denise sort of droned, distracted by whatever was happening in her head. We walked over to the dresser and glanced over the contents; scraps of paper, matches, a stick of incense. I stood behind her, my body pressed against hers, stiff cock rubbing against her tight shorts. She pushed back into me and I grabbed her by the waist.

From downstairs, the sounds of Jake and Maria grew louder. Primal and raw, the two of them were really going at it. An image barged into my head of Maria, her big Puerto Rican ass getting pounded by a grinning Jake, loving every second of it. I wanted to see the real thing. Instead, I slid my hand along Denise's taut body and pulled at her nipples, never a bra with this one. Her small tits felt like treasure in my hands and I greedily squeezed it all for myself. Denise's body never failed to get my motor going.

"I changed my mind," she purred. In a flash our pants were at our ankles and I rubbed along her damp slit, surprised at how wet she already was. Denise usually liked to take her time, but now she was off to the races.

We moved away from the dresser and she pressed her body against the wall, against the Cure poster that must have been five feet tall. It was huge, Robert Smith's goofy haircut looking right at me. I dipped low, pushed my cock between her legs, and impaled Denise when I stood.

"Fuck...fuck me good, Danny...," there was an urgency to Denise's voice. She wanted it as bad as I did. Whatever came over us, it happened quick and took charge. I took a couple of slow strokes in and out to find my cadence and footing, and then I started to fuck Denise hard. Her ass, a small ball of muscle, shook a little with each thrust. But Denise could take it, she always had before.

To steady herself, Denise put a hand on Robert Smith and covered his face. Two thrusts later and it all gave out with a crash. The poster and the wall behind it.

"Shit!" I cried, instinctively keeping a little bit quiet, but I'm sure that Jake and Maria heard the yell. Denise and I were still connected and we tumbled through the wall together, I did my best to wrap her up and turn our bodies so that I took the brunt of the fall. We slammed hard onto an uneven wooden surface. Stairs.

Denise squeezed me and moved, my cock sliding out of her. She looked around and then back at me. We both seemed okay and she just smiled at me. "Not what I was expecting."

"Me either." I looked around, expecting to see drywall dust and jagged edges. But everything was smooth. "I think we just pushed open a door that was behind the poster." I looked over my shoulder and saw the steps twist, their destination out of sight.

The two of us stood and the feeling came back stronger than before. Our eyes confirmed to each other what the other one felt. Lust. Desire. We both kicked the clothes from our ankles and I grabbed Denise's hand and pulled her up the steps behind me, eager to see what was at the top. The steps turned once and ended in a velvet curtain, a heavy drape covering the narrow threshold. I pushed it back and entered the hidden attic.

It was pitch black and I bumped into a table or something after not more than a couple of hesitant steps into the void. I grabbed at it and felt something heavy on top of the flat surface.

"I think this is a candle. Give me your lighter," I asked.

Denise skipped the middleman and did it herself. The candle came to life and lit the room in an eerie glow, a halo of light that followed us. We found two more candles on similar tables and lit them both. The tips of each candle flickered, like there was wind passing over them, but they gave off enough light so that we could see where we were. Unlike the rest of the picked over house, the attic was pristine. Whatever scavengers and vagrants had trespassed over the years had missed this place. It felt like we were the only people that had been in here for a long time.

"That's fucking creepy," Denise stared at the wooden floor and reached for my cock, her words and actions not lining up at all.

"Yeah, it is," I agreed. I slid my finger inside of her without a thought, she was still soaked. As wet as I had ever felt her.

Carved into the floor was a brutal design. At first I thought it was a pentagram, but it had seven points and there was something uneven about the way the lines overlapped with one another. Crooked, asymmetrical. But I knew it looked the way that it was supposed to. The cuts in the floor that made the design were deep and jagged, they looked like they were etched with a knife. Inside the carved shape were numbers and letters, haphazardly scrawled in random spots. An oblong shape was painted in a heavy dark puddle in the center of it all. It looked like a sightless eye, as black as anything I had ever seen.

We should have been scared. Bugged out beyond belief at what we were seeing. Two kids walking around some abandoned place for shit and giggles, and now this? But we weren't. The opposite. I was horny, turned up something serious. My entire body was on fire, my breath coming and going in ragged bursts as I tried to get myself under control. Instead I sank deeper into it and then Denise was on her knees in the center of that black eye, waiting for me, mouth open, tongue lolling, pulling at her nipples. Her eyes were glazed over and distant. I barely recognized her.

She was sick for my cock.

I stroked myself once because I needed to feel it too and then I pushed into her mouth, sliding until I hit the back of her throat. Denise devoured me in a way that she never had. Her small hands wrapped around my body and pulled her closer until her lips were flat against me, and then she pulled even more. Deep inside her throat I could feel something suckling on me, an unseen force working in tandem with whatever Denise had become. It was better than anything I had ever felt.

The light from the three candles flared all at once, all three flashing for a moment in unison and then settling back into subdued darkness. Behind Denise I noticed a full length mirror between the ceiling joists of the cramped space, running from floor to ceiling. Set back, the mirror looked like the end of a dark tunnel. I could see Denise's body in it. Small and insubstantial in the darkness, a phantom. Just barely, I could see myself past her, lingering in the shadows, looking like a doomed man.

Suddenly the image in the mirror peeled open like a curtain and the reflection of Denise was gone. I watched her vanish and she was replaced, a swirling purple and green nebula of distant shapes where she was a moment ago.

Denise pulled her mouth from my cock for the first time and took a deep inhale of breath. Her face was a mess. Spit ran from her lips and down her throat like a disaster. Smeared makeup that made her look like a ghoul. Her respite only lasted a moment and my cock vanished again, but this time she wasn't content to merely have me down her throat and she attacked my rock hard dick with a new fervor.

Deep, guttural sounds accompanied the assault and I met them with my own grunts. My balls were boiling with pleasure and I couldn't take much more.

Something emerged in the mirror. I felt it before I could see it. The source of the buzzing inside of my body was becoming clear as the swirling colors settled into something else entirely. I saw the chains first. Long silver links that rose from a canyon of flesh and clamped to bruised nipples that were flattened from the tension of turned screws. Then the rest of this goddess came into view. Her body was a fever dream of curves, long arching lines of fleshy thighs and pendulous breasts. Hips that spanned an eon and lasted as long as a fantasy. The chains came together in the center of her massive breasts and snaked up her flesh to an ebony collar stretched tight over pale skin. Above it all was shadow, her face unseen but I could feel eyes boring into me from deep fissured sockets. Two hands came out of the darkness and squeezed the breasts together, lifting them up and then dropping the heavy weight of her tits. They smacked against her body and I could feel the vibrations against my own skin, a powerful presence that made my legs shake. The chain went taut as her tits dropped and I could see her nipples stretched to their limit. A single arm reached for me and a curled finger beckoned for me to come closer, to join her.

"Fuck...," I grabbed Denise by the back of the head and pounded into her mouth, using her while I watched this woman, turned on like it was my first time. I held Denise's skull with both hands and fucked it like she meant nothing and everything to me. I was hanging on the edge and unable to get further, the point of explosion inextricably out of reach. The pleasure was unbearable.

"Please..." I begged.

The woman's mouth appeared from the shadows. Pursed, crimson lips that lit up the dark mirror. She opened her mouth and I exploded into Denise. My cum splattered against the back of her throat, thick strands from deep inside of me that she drank down eagerly. I was on another planet. When I was totally emptied out I stepped back and leaned against the wall and blinked, the spell broken.

A remnant of a memory lingered, imprinted in my mind. The woman in the mirror was on the floor in the center of the jagged symbol, her legs spread wide and her holes stuffed with thick toys. Pale flesh jiggled hypnotically as she frantically worked her clit with one hand, the other pistoned a purple phallus in and out of her greedy hole. Her massive tits were splayed across her chest, hanging almost to the floor. Beneath her, the scarred design on the floor pulsed a vibrant electric green.

Denise looked up at me with confusion.

"What the fuck Danny? That's fucked up." There was anger in her voice. Fear too. Real fear, not some haunted house bullshit. She wiped a thick tendril of spit from her chin to the floor.

My first thought was that the woman in the mirror was gone. It wasn't until I noticed that the only reflection in the mirror was Denise that I thought about my girlfriend. She looked tiny compared to the goddess that was there a moment ago. Less than.