A.N. Prepare yourselves! This ain't your traditional love story.
This is just the intro to a MUCH larger story which will be released in however long it takes to go through pending lol. I will go into more details about it there but this in the meantime is just to prep you for what's to come O.o
The Following Contains: Some rapey/kidnappy vibes along with mentions of girlcock raping boybutt, but trust me, the worst is yet to come! Mostly non-con but let's be real, the boys like it ;DDD THIS IS NOT A SNUFF STORY, and it is not entirely rape, it begins as non-con but after some coercion, becomes consent.
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Some believe that a red moon is just the reflection of the sun causing the rusty, eerie red hue. While others believe in a more spiritual meaning behind the color of the lunar rock lighting up our night sky.
Tonight, if there was ever a time to believe in omens and dark times predicted by a red moon, it was now.
Dark clouds surrounded it, and a crack of distant thunder could be heard as a storm brew in the air, rippling through them and shaking up the earth. A fresh smell of rain could be picked up by every one of the boys who went out on this night.
The biggest mistake they ever could've ever made, agreeing to come to this Annual Halloween party.
One at a time, boy after boy arrived at the doors to the long-abandoned school building. Some young adults, some in their late teens, some possibly even younger. All the same build, shorter, ranging from 4'11 to at most 5'4. Skinny, longer feminine hair and soft features, weak, easy pickings.
They were all brought here with the promise of fun, talking over video chat to these beautiful young women that they'd meet online. Flirty girls that easily hypnotized the young men with their looks, convincing them to come to the party. Promising that the time of their lives awaited them there. It truly wasn't a difficult task, a bat of the eyelashes, a pearly white smile, and the boys were putty in their hands.
All of the victims were given different times for when to show up, but all were set for the wee hours of the night. And when they ascended the small set of stone steps before the large dark building, the double doors automatically opened. Showcasing a long dark hallway with a dim red glowing light in the distance.
This was their last chance to turn back, all of them. When they stood before the doors, if they crossed the threshold their lives were forfeit, and they belonged to the Mothers.
But like a batch of curious kittens, none of the boys could turn away from the promise of sweet lovin' from a pretty girl. And so each and every one of them went inside, unaware of the impending doom awaiting them.
They walked through the darkness, heading to the only source of light. But what awaited them there was not the pretty young girls they came here to see. Instead, as they entered what appeared to be a kitchen, that is where they grabbed them.
Her name use to be the small mother, but as the centuries rolled on, and times adjusted, her sisters abbreviated it to Lil Mama. And she was among the first of the women to grab their arriving guests.
Any boy who entered the kitchen would have a flurry of grabbing hands grasping at him and lifting him off the floor. Too many pairs of hands and happening too fast to count how many there were, but what could be seen in the eerie red glow from the light bulb above. Were the faces, obscured by what appeared to be spiked skull masks. Some of them had piercings, body jewelry and such, and all wore tight, black leather maid outfits in a BDSM fashion. Some chains rattling over their plump, busty, hourglass figures.
They would panic at first, of course. Anyone in their right mind would if they were ambushed by a group of tall women, towering over a foot higher than any of the males they captured. The shortest of the girls stood at 6'5, with the tallest being 6'11, even taller in their heels, dwarfing every single boy they captured. When they smiled at them the boys could see sharp fangs among their teeth, whether they were real or not was something they would discover soon.
Cackling and womanly laughter would ring out from them as they carried their victims over to the large sink on the counter. More than big enough to hold a fully-grown person, this is where they readied the guest for the daughters.
With sharp, claws protruding where their nails should be, easily the boys clothing was torn through. Shredding every ounce of dignity and stitch of coverings they possessed until they were nothing but beautiful naked souls before them. Ripe for corruption.
Their hands would be bound with shackles, typically they would still struggle even at this point. But eventually stopping when the women got to work, leaning down, kissing and licking all over their supple, bare bodies. Tasting the innocent flesh by dragging their elongated tongues over every inch of it. Some even capturing the boy's lips in their own, forcing them into a taboo kiss that both unsettled them, and melted their reservations away.
