The Thing in the Attic

The Thing in the Attic

By Ivaran Kealar

1.

Lycoris' Delights had become increasingly popular. Many people had become like drug addicts -- wanting to rent new erotic horror movies, to experience the erotic nightmares.

One cop fanatically wanted more plant erotica, but Lycoris had to cut her off. Another woman got addicted to slime monster erotica and is now barred from the shop.

In reality, Lycoris is a witch, who loves corrupting people. She loved giving erotic nightmares to people that corrupted their hearts and eroded away their very souls.

Lycoris had a pale complexion, was six feet, and rocked a 28C cup. Her hair was now long and silver. Lycoris wore her sunglasses and a scarlet dress.

It was a Monday late afternoon, and Lycoris wanted to find a new woman to corrupt.

Unexpectedly, a woman with acorn coloured eyes had just entered. She was a paramedic called Vivian Snyder. She was about thirty-two, Five foot eight, and hot-toffee hair. She sported a 34DD cup. She wore blue jeans and a lime green shirt -- which had matched her converse trainers, and the colour of her shoulder bag. She approached Lycoris.

"Excuse me," Vivian stammered. "I'm looking for a horror film -- something cheesy, from the nineteen eighties. Do you have any suggestions?"

Lycoris beamed, "Miss, I may have just the thing," she said, in her thick European accent. She headed in the back and soon returned with a film. She set it on the counter.

Vivian briefly looked at the case. The film was called The Thing in the Attic -- and it showed a woman entering the dark attic. "So, how much can I please rent it for?"

"You may rent it for two pounds," said Lycoris. "If that's alright?"

Vivian beamed at her. She searched her purse and handed the money.

Lycoris processed the transaction. "I hope you enjoy every second."

"Thank you," said Vivian. She left the store in high spirits.

2.

After a long drive, Vivian finally made it back home to Rocky Road -- which was a nice cul-de-sac area, while her neighbours had barbecues during the summer.

Vivian took off her shoes when she returned home, and she locked her door. She went into the living room with the VHS tape, which she placed on the coffee table.

Her tiny living room had a black leather three-seat-couch, a black leather armchair, onyx wallpaper and a lush, ashen fitted carpet. She decorated her walls with many interesting art pieces. Her CRT TV was pretty big and rested on three different stands.

That night, Vivian had her living room curtains drawn, and she wore her blue pyjamas on the couch. She'd put the VHS in the player and was ready to watch the film.

The film greeted Vivian with cheesy 80s synthesiser music and the opening credits.

After the opening credits, a young lady appeared: she looked to be in her late thirties, and wore a brown cardigan, brown sweatpants and maroon slippers. She was in her living room -- which looked really arty -- and she was lying on her couch. She was watching a horror film on the TV and whimpered from the horrible sights on the screen. Suddenly, the woman in the film heard a strange noise which was coming from upstairs.

The heroine in the film pressed pause on the VHS player, and she reluctantly headed out of the room. She checked all over upstairs but couldn't find the source. She heard the noise again, and she now knew it was coming from her attic. She pulled down the cord, and the stairs to the attic quickly came down. The heroine slowly made her way up there.

Vivian's eyelids felt heavy as she watched this horror film. She felt drowsy, and she laid her head on the pillow on her couch. She fell asleep and missed what was going on.

As she slept, many crimson tentacles popped out from underneath the cushions.

The crimson tentacles coiled around her neck, her body, and her limbs, too.

Carefully, the crimson tentacles pulled her into the couch, swallowing her up.

3.

Vivian opened her eyes. She realised she was on the couch and the tape had stopped.

She exhaled hard and long. Vivian felt guilty for sleeping through the entire film.

Vivian got up, and she ejected the VHS tape out of the player. She put the VHS tape in its case and set it aside. When she headed upstairs, she heard a noise from the attic.

Reluctantly, she left her living room and headed up to her scary-old attic.

4.

Vivian was soon in her grimy old attic. She switched on the light and searched around for the source of the racket. She seldom visited here, considering how spooky it was.

There were dust bunnies and cobwebs all over the place. Vivian also stored her boxes of Christmas ornaments up here, and also had some old clothes she wore in her teen years. Vivian looked all around, but the source of the din wasn't around.

Vivian turned for the door and suddenly fell onto the floor.

Vivian landed on her front, and she grunted in pain.

Gradually, she turned on her back and felt tentacles on her ankles.

Vivian searched the attic, but she couldn't see the cause.

Suddenly, the creature became visible: There was a red tentacle monster in here. It had many red eyes. It's covered in mucus and its tentacles had octopus-like suckers.

Vivian finally opened her mouth wide, and she screamed shrilly.

Before she could react, the large tentacle monster pulled her closer.

The monster fondled her body with its many appendages.

Vivian shut her eyes tight and batted the tentacles away. She pulled and resisted and clenched her teeth together. She opened her eyes again and stared back in horror.

The monster covered Vivian with its slime to soak her clothes. Its mass of tentacles pulled off her blue pyjama top and ripped off her blue pyjama bottoms.

Next, the beast ripped off her blue silk panties and ripped off her strapless bra.

Finally, Vivian got totally exposed. She was coated from head-to-toe in the slime and could not escape. Her heart raced when the monster dragged her closer and closer.

Vivian wriggled and writhed -- hoping to break free -- but it was in vain.

Vainly, she continued to bat away the tentacles that were groping her body.

The tentacle monster soon pulled Vivian into his gaping mouth, and it slobbered.

Vivian's feet went in first, then her legs, her body, her head, and her arms.

5.

Vivian went down the gullet of the monster, and little tentacles fondled her.

Presently, Vivian landed a small chamber: The internal walls were coated in veins and pus, and there were copious holes and tentacles in here. It had illumination.

Bare and lubricated, Vivian blindly searched for a probable way out.

Two chunky tentacles hastily bound her ankles and tied in triple knots.

Two thick tentacles tied around her wrists and forced her arms to the spongy ground.

As they pressured her to lie on her back, Vivian closed her eyes and screeched.

Vivian pulled in opposition to her bonds to defend her breasts. It was all in vain.

Vivian felt her wobbly legs being opened wide, and she unsuccessfully rebelled.

Vivian's legs got quickly pulled into the holes in the side, and her sex got exposed.

She clenched her teeth as the tentacles pulled her arms into the holes in the side.

Then, a thick tentacle looped around her lean neck; firmly choking her. It forced her head to recline, so they forced her to see the ceiling of this slimy chamber.

Vivian was completely nude, spread-eagled and defenceless.

Vivian knew the monster wanted to rape her.

Vivian kept screaming as she struggled to liberate herself.

It was a fruitless endeavour.

After that, two purple mouth tentacles opened up and swallowed up her ears.

Various small tentacles entered Vivian's ears and slithered their way in.

Vivian yelled and thrashed about, as she could feel the tentacles worm into her head.

The mouth tentacles entered her brain and pumped various chemical substances.

Vivian closed her eyes tight. She thrashed about and her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her tongue flopped out of her mouth. She made some odd gurgling noises, and her body convulsed. She felt the chemical compounds pumping in every centre of her brain.

The mind tentacles endlessly pulsated and injected as a great deal as they could. They fed Vivian with fresh information; making her their submissive slave.

Vivian's eyelids fluttered like butterfly wings. Drool dribbled out of her mouth. She panted hard, moaned, groaned and whined. Her frame quaked like she was receiving orgasm after orgasm. Her brain had totally gone vacant. At last, she dropped moving.

Vivian respired and snivelled. Her eyelids fluttered before closing all together.

Her body abated. Vivian's mind got consumed with the aid of the gloom.

Many tentacles touched her uncovered, lubricated body lovingly.

The tentacles stroked her legs and arms -- progressively and warmly.

Many tentacle tongues licked her cheeks and different regions of her bare frame.

They implemented moderate pressure, and massaged her elbows and thighs kindly.

One tentacle rubbed Vivian's belly and implemented a gentle pressure.

Another tentacle coiled around Vivian's shapely waist -- and lightly squeezed it.

A tentacle popped up and focused on caressing her arse cheeks and lower back.

Two slender tentacles slithered upwards, and they caressed Vivian's ample breasts.

Vivian breathed contentedly in her subconscious state and smiled warmly.

The tentacle loving Vivian's arse cheeks stiffened, and it now entered her anus.

Vivian jolted. She yelped with satisfaction. She moaned as the tentacle thrust.

The purple tentacle descended downwards from its hollow, making its way to Vivian. Its tongue slithered out of its mouth and thoroughly licked Vivian's luscious lips.

The brain tentacles made her open her mouth -- and she obeyed.

The purple tentacle tongue went into her mouth -- before Vivian closed her mouth a little -- and the tentacle tongue thrust back and forth -- like a cock.

The purple tentacle's suction cup mouth latched onto Vivian's mouth. Its large tongue slithered deeper in her mouth, as it began licking Vivian's tongue.

Vivian breathed harder out her nostrils. She moaned tenderly.

The purple tentacle now used its suction cup to suck on Vivian's lips.

The nerves in Vivian's frame received a robust current of sexual stimulation.

Crimson tentacles stroked Vivian's breasts smoothly, before compressing.

They began from her turgid nipples, stroking downwards, and shifting up once more.

They cupped her breasts a few times, teasing her -- making her yearn for it.

Vivian moaned in her comatose state, yet could feel her arousal increase.

The purple tentacle unlatched its suction cup -- yet its tongue moved back and forth.

Undersized mouth tentacles sucked her toes kindly. Other tentacles entangled her stunning feet; making use of gentle pressure, as they massaged leisurely.

Vivian whimpered delicately. Her frame convulsed a bit. Her eyelids twitched.

The purple tentacle tongue left Vivian's mouth and retracted into its very own mouth.

The breast infatuated tentacles now bound Vivian's ample breasts. They compressed hard, and they let go. They slowly but surely manipulated her plump breasts, roughly.

Vivian's mouth formed a trembling grin, and she released a small moan.

A crew of tentacles appeared -- each of them had suction cup mouths. Several of them latched onto Vivian's massive tits -- and the large ones latched onto her erect nipples.

The little suction cup tentacles moved up and down -- in a stable rhythmic tempo -- however, the huge suction cup tentacles sucked roughly on her nipples.

Vivian's mouth opened in an O shape, and her moans escaped. She Loved it.

The tentacles roughly sucked and compressed her tits and hardened nipples non-stop.

Vivian made a few noises that sounded a lot like a tiny animal crying for help. Tears of jubilation rolled down her cheeks, and a strong orgasm rose inside her.

The brain tentacles pumped extra chemicals into her brain and pulsated like they were penetrating her ears. They prompted her to moan passionately like their little whore.

Another effective tremor rocked Vivian's petite body.

Vivian felt another orgasm rip through her frame like a cyclone.

Vivian was at once intrigued and hooked. She yearned for it.

An indigo tentacle rose from the hollow in between Vivian's shuddering thighs. The indigo tentacle ascended, and its suction cup mouth was inches away from Vivian's pussy. Lazily, its long tongue left its mouth and its tip touched Vivian's pussy.

Vivian snorted hard out her nostrils. Her body jolted. Her whines grew softer and softer. Even in her comatose state, she knew something was going to infiltrate her pussy. Her heart raced with anticipation. But she didn't know she was going to get eaten out.

The indigo tentacle tongue licked in unhurried circles -- in a clockwise formation -- teasing Vivian. It moved all round, focusing on her labia and her clitoris. The tongue took its sweet time, savouring the candy flavour of Vivian's saturated pussy lips.

Tears of satisfaction rolled down Vivian's cheeks. Her lips quivered as she mewled. She could feel the long tongue lick her pussy lips in a merciless, but affectionate, manner. Her whole frame quaked. Another orgasm welled up within her.

The indigo tentacle tongue licked Vivian's clitoris, sending shocks of rapture throughout her entire frame. It licked her clitoris up and down, all around, rubbing hard and rubbing sensitively. It alternated between rubbing swiftly and rubbing at a snail's pace.

The indigo tentacle's suction cup mouth stuck to Vivian's pussy lips, sucking lovingly. Its large tongue slithered inside her moist pussy, leisurely finding something of significance. And it did indeed: It soon discovered Vivian's G-spot, which became quite enlarged. And thus, the tongue carefully licked her G-spot -- rubbing it quite hard.

Vivian whimpered faintly. She could feel the energetic rubbing of the tongue on her G-spot. She rocked her head about as an outstanding orgasm welled up inside of her. Her resistance was non-existent. She became the monster's private whore. Irrepressible tears rolled down her cheeks as her wobbly hips bucked wildly, and her body trembled.

The indigo tentacle tongue licked Vivian's G-spot adoringly -- it tortured her.

The intensity of the G-spot abuse became too much for Vivian to take. She quaked harder and harder as her quivering hips bucked wildly. She moaned insanely, deafeningly. She felt extraordinarily giddy. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears. Her eyes had rolled back into her head. She squirted hard. She moaned noisily, and felt exhausted.

The indigo tentacle tongue slithered deeper and licked the cum-covered inner walls of Vivian's pussy, and the indigo tentacle wolfed as much as possible.

Vivian snorted hard out her nostrils. She whimpered keenly. She felt the mind tentacles deliver her information. She knew what was being done to her. And yet, it was like being high on an addictive drug. Her mind was swimming in a deep sea of rapture.

Vivian felt physically exhausted. She could feel the tongue within her pussy lick the inner walls for the juices. Uninterrupted whines and moans escaped from her lungs.

The indigo tentacle soon finished devouring Vivian's orgasmic juices. The indigo tentacle tongue went back into its mouth. The indigo tentacle dislodged its suction cup mouth -- it retracted and headed back down into the massive hollow it came from.

A green tentacle appeared from a hollow in the floor; it had the thickness of a lawn cucumber. It progressively rose between Vivian's shapely thighs, shifting upwards.

Vivian's back arched. She released a long quivering sigh from her mouth. She unexpectedly felt her pussy being penetrated with the aid of a thick and long tentacle; she could feel the girth of the tentacle stretch the inner walls of her pussy, and it delved deeper and deeper into her very centre. She felt this invasive tentacle slide backwards at a snail's pace. She felt it move onwards -- heading to her centre once more.

The tentacle cock retracted, nearly leaving her moist pussy. It delved deeper and deeper, stretching the internal walls of her pussy. It now constantly thrusts back and forth.

Vivian felt many orgasms pummel her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her cranium as her hips bucked, trembled, and gyrated. She groaned and wailed hungrily for this mighty beast to fuck her. She couldn't prevent the constant tears. She felt this lengthy member fuck her poor pussy relentlessly. She moaned and moaned repeatedly once more.

The tentacle penetrated Vivian like a tireless piston. It reached her centre, and its tip was kissing her A-spot. It moved backwards, slowly, and then rushed to her A-spot.

Vivian still whimpered a little, softly. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Her frame and hips bucked and quivered repeatedly. A tidal wave of orgasms flooded her tiny body.

The mind tentacles had caused Vivian to whimper loudly. They made Vivian slightly conscious enough to express herself vocally -- as she was being fucked mercilessly.

"Oh, dear god...! Oh yes, fuck me harder! Give it to me, Daddy," moaned Vivian.

The tentacle cock fucked her pussy relentlessly -- like a winding snake, slithering in a moist hollow, and stretching it past the poor female's comprehension. It twisted and turned in a corkscrew motion, and even rubbed Vivian's A-Spot, now and then. The tentacle's natural lubrication mixed with Vivian's wetness, which aided the penetration.

Vivian tossed her head from side to side. Her unmanageable smile stretched wider. Her quivering pants and smooth-sounding moans escaped from her parted lips. She ran her tongue across her upper lip. She felt the green tentacle slide back and forth. She felt multiple orgasms rush through her tingling frame again -- causing her to shudder with rhapsody.

The green tentacle tip unfolded and fashioned what looked like a rubber spearhead. As it moved back and forth, it felt the inner walls of Vivian's pussy tighten. It improved the roughness and pace of its thrusting -- the spearhead tip rammed Vivian's A-spot roughly.

Vivian's body jolted back to life once more. Her eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her hips bucked and quivered. This was heaven for her.

"Harder...! Faster...! Fuck me harder...! Don't stop, master," she breathed.

The green tentacle obeyed: It quickly slammed hard into Vivian's A-spot constantly.

Vivian fought for breath as her frame jerked about. Her eyelids twitched. Her hips bucked and quivered repeatedly. Her frame felt a remarkable sensation, like it had never experienced before. Cries of ecstasy erupted from her wide open mouth. She moaned in the identical rhythm as the thrusting tentacle sliding deep in her pussy. More tears streamed down her cheeks, and her ultimate climax rippled through her frame and her limbs.

Vivian trembled violently. She fought for breath and moaned with a primal hunger. Her pussy squirted torrents of her orgasmic juices. Her back arched, and she trembled with elation. Her mouth formed a big capital O. Her submissive moans escaped from her lungs.

Vivian stopped abruptly and gasped. She at once stopped moaning. She passed out.

Vivian's limbs were stuck inside the holes of this horny tentacle beast.

6.

Vivian was lying on her couch, completely naked and unconscious. She smiled.

Vivian didn't actually go to the attic at all. She had stripped and masturbated on her couch. She was now a slave to the erotic horror movies. She needed more pleasure.

The End