This is a direct sequel to "The Horror Beneath" - it doesn't really explain anything so to understand the characters etc you'll need to read the first one.
If you're not into big tits, dickgirls, tentacles, incest and cumshots, this probably isn't for you! As ever, everyone's over the age of 18.
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"And you're sure this will work?" the man asked, watching two delivery men grunt and groan as they carried a heavy wooden crate down the stone steps and into the cellar.
"Of course it will." The woman next to him said. They stood at the head of the steps, watching the men, and looked like the definition of opposite: he was short and fat, his balding head gleaming beneath the thin hair that had been combed over in an attempt to hide his scalp. She, however, was rake thin, possessed of no curves at all except where her bony hips poked out; her hair was long and dark, but there was also a smudge across her top lip which remained no matter how often she shaved. Both were pale and had green eyes, the only hints that they were actually brother and sister.
"You want us to open this?" one of the delivery men asked, pointing at the crate.
"No." the woman said. "You can go now."
The two men went, edging past the odd couple, trying not to laugh at either his comb-over or her moustache, neither totally succeeding. Once they had gone, the man looked at his sister.
"What now?"
She began to walk down the steps. "Now? Now I open the crate and let our little friend out and we begin our journey into a new life."
"Won't it be found? I mean . . . it's something . . . someone might . . . "
As she walked, his sister pointed out various symbols and glyphs that were painted on the walls. "These will prevent anyone sensing our friend here, allowing us to do what we like without being disturbed, as I've told you a dozen times."
"I know, but . . . I mean how do I . . . you know . . . "
She sighed. "I will collect its semen and mix it in with your food. You won't have to worry about being turned gay, dear brother," she said with obvious contempt at the idea. "You won't even know you're eating it."
She reached the crate and, taking a key from her dress pocket, unlocked the padlock, allowing one side of the box to fall down. She stepped back and watched as a small Ctholoid hauled itself slug like from the box, burrowing into the loose soil of the basement until it was completely submerged.
"Has it escaped?" the man wailed.
His sister ignored him and began unbuttoning her dress, letting it slip from her body leaving her skinny frame exposed.
"You can stay and watch if you want. It wouldn't be the first time you've spied on me." She said, kneeling on the floor.
He flushed at her words, hating himself as he felt his small penis harden. He'd hoped he'd been free of his sister and had been for many years until his wife had left him, taking their beautiful daughter with her, without a word three months ago. His daughter that he'd secretly watched, wondering where her beauty had come from – it obviously wasn't from his side of the family. He'd been crushed and who was there to pick him up but his sister who he had hardly seen during the eighteen years of his marriage; his sister who had instantly taken control and told him how his life could be so much better now that he was back with her; now that she could tell him what to do.
The ground beneath his sister stirred and a long tentacle, shaped like a cock rose from the earth, almost seeming to sniff the air before reaching for her.
"Is . . . is that it?" he gasped, partly in disappointment.
"Why?" she asked over her shoulder. "Desperate to see me gang raped by this thing?" She took hold of the cock and stroked it, feeling it grow in her hand. "There will be more once it gains its strength."
He shuddered as he watched her take the thing into her mouth, feeling his own penis lurch in his underwear, spurting a small amount of semen into his pants.
As new lives went, he thought, this was a strange way to start.
*
Morenna groaned in disgust as she heard the cell door open. For the last two months, since the escape of Jessica Chambers and her mother, Lord Gardo had ordered her stripped of all titles and imprisoned in a cell beneath Blackhold Keep. Her only visitors during that time had been the guards who would use who for there own pleasure whenever they wanted, and Kaylith, one of the Low People who had previously been her servant. Now, however, he too had full permission to do what he liked with her and over the last couple of months had enjoyed himself day in, day out.
She was shackled by her ankles and wrists, the chains attached to the walls long enough to allow her to stand and walk, and to be turned in any number of positions that Kaylith wished, but that was it. Sigils and glyphs on the walls prevented anyone in the room from casting spells, leaving her unable to escape in any way.
"Good morning, my lady." Kaylith said as he unlocked the cell door and stepped inside. He placed the tray of food to one side on the floor and rubbed at his crotch where Morenna could see his small erection poking at his trousers. "Time for your breakfast." He said with a grin.
Morenna could admit to herself that she had been cruel to him when their positions were reversed – he was one of the Low People, after all, and she was a Hexen, a witch woman – the Low People were destined to be her kind's slaves. Now, though, he was the one in power and she hated him for it and, finally, the stupid bastard had made a mistake which, with a bit of luck, she could exploit.
"On your back, witch!" he shouted suddenly, undoing his belt and trousers. She assumed the position he wanted, pulling her simple, dirty dress up to her waist. She looked at him as she slid her fingers through her pussy lips, dipping one finger inside as he watched.
"Will it be my pussy or ass today . . . sir?" she asked him.
Kaylith stopped for a moment then smiled.
