Cindy was a petite knockout. She was absolutely stunning. Fresh out of college too, so she had a fun few past years. She loved going to parties dressed in outrageously slutty clothes and being the center of attention for the boys. She had a few well placed tattoos and piercings, she had a tattoo on her lower back of some intertwined flowers, and another tribal one below her breasts. As for piercings, her eyebrow had a small ring in it, her nose and her stomach. She was sure she'd get her nipples and clit pierced eventually. Maybe this summer.
As for the petite part, she wasn't abnormally short by any means, but she had fairly small but very perky breasts. People couldn't keep his hands off them, or her bald pussy, when they had the chance. And she enjoyed driving them insane with her feminine wiles, and she lapped up the attention to the best of her ability.
Cindy was all together too eager to explore the world of kink with people too, girls or guys. She liked being tied up, or tying them up. She was more than happen to acquiesce to any of their kinkier ideas as well, whether it was tying up her breasts, or playing with sounds, or anal, or pussy slapping, she was up for pretty much anything.
That Saturday she was planning on getting together with her friends, probably for lunch, a movie and then maybe even some sex afterwards, but Cindy had to help her mom out. Her mom owned a strange eclectic antique store. Business was never that good, but she enjoyed it and had the means to keep it going. However, her mom had to fly out of town for a family emergency, leaving Cindy at the store. "No, you can't just close it Cindy, please," her mom said before handing her the keys and heading out.
"Hey guys, sorry, I'm stuck at my mom's stupid store. And no, she won't let me close it. What do you want to do?" she asked, already feeling annoyed standing in the creepy store.
"We'll get together later night instead! I'll come get you after work," Angela texted back.
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Cindy got to her mom's store, and again couldn't believe all the weird stuff in it. Walking in the store was an utter mind trip, the place was filled with stuffed animals (not the fun squishy kid kind, but the real life ones), odd contraptions, bones, weird lamps, old Victorian furniture, wands, staves, magical crystals, books on Wicca, candles, and pretty much everything else under the sun. It was all so creepy, but it was very neat stuff.
After getting to the counter, Cindy dropped her book bag and found a note from her mom, 'Thanks so much sweetie for helping me out. I know you had other things going on, but I left you a present that I think you'll like. It's in the master bedroom upstairs on the bed. Lock the door to the store.'
Cindy went from being pretty bummed out about the day to overly excited. She basically dropped everything else she was carrying and bounced her way up to the bedroom.
The rest of the home was almost as creepy as the showroom floor. It was one of those old creepy Victorian homes in the city, so it had floor upon floor. The old door out of the shop and into the rest of the home opened easily and lead to a hallway to what looked like a kitchen, there was a large staircase going up, and some more doors strewn throughout. Cindy knew right where the big old bedroom was. She played there often, even brought a few boys and girls over here to play.
Cindy bounded up the large staircase, and by the time she got to the top she was panting deeply. She took a moment once she was at the top to catch her breath. At the same time, she noticed how cute her outfit looked in a big mirror nearby. She had decided to go with an emo look today since she'd be at this weird place. She had a short top on that exposed just the bottom of her stomach, it had a cartoon vampire girl drinking a cup of blood. Best though, was the little black skirt she wore, barely thigh high with accompanying fishnet stockings. Yum.
She blew herself a kiss in the mirror as she posed, she loved her pig-tails too. She looked adorable. Maybe she would invite a friend over today.
Cindy opened the door to the large old bedroom and immediately saw the black box on the bed. She ran over to it and picked it up. There was also a note attached to the box, "Hi sweetie. This will be a strange gift I know. And you may not like me for it. But he wanted me to pass this to you now. Once you touch this box, you will be his."
There was still more to the note, but Cindy's mind was going crazy. His? What? 'I've already touched it!'
"He has dominated the women in our family for hundreds of years. He was passed down to me. When you have a daughter, she will become his as well. I am sorry, but I know you'll understand. Open the box..."
Cindy held the box in her hand, almost frozen in place. The box was an absolutely gorgeous marbled black surface. It looked like a small ornate chest, with a golden button on the side. On the top it had a strange symbol, it reminded her of an octopus. Her thumb moved over the golden button as if controlling itself. Then it started pushing down on the button as if controlled by another force.
When the box opened, her whole world changed.
The creature that burst out of the box filled with lust for the petite being before him. He had been building up the passion and lust for little Cindy for years now, once she was of age. Her mom had been selfish in keeping from her for longer. But that ended today.
The creature was massive, and appeared seemingly out of no where. It had a huge body that weighed down the bed, like the size of an incredibly obese human and was like something from fantasy, from story, legend, or perhaps even extraterrestrial. The black mass of the creature had long appendages, hundreds of long black tentacles sprouted out from all over it's body. Some were bigger than others, all of them had to be five to ten feet long, maybe more. And then it's head, eyes protruded from every direction, and a large gaping mouth dripped saliva, it's massive tongue hanging out.
