Incantation Gone Wrong

Candlelight flickered and guttered in the middle of the huge room, the warm light failing to penetrate more than a few feet into the stuffy dark of the storeroom. Motes of dust drifted lazily in the glow of the candles, oblivious to the robed figure that bustled about in the center of the ring of lights. Marie straightened the final candle in the circle with a nervous *huff,* annoyed with herself, with the stuffy room, with her friend Anna who had given her this faulty spell. This had to be right! How many times had she tried this incantation tonight? Why was it not working? The pale girl slammed the faintly glowing spellbook down in front of her and flipped it open to the dog-eared page. She stared angrily at the page, adjusting her glasses to better see the ancient writing in the low light of the room.

The truth is, it wasn't just the poorly-written spell that was frustrating the young witch, but also the months-long dry spell that she had found herself in. The potion and charm shop she ran with her friend Anna had gotten so busy that her social life had completely disappeared, and with it her love life. Marie was a reasonably attractive young witch, curvy with long dark brown hair. She knew that she was desirable, but couldn't figure out why she had such a hard time getting laid. Even when she wasn't trapped at the shop, she never had any advances. She desperately needed something inside of her; she wasn't picky at all. It didn't even have to be attached to a person; even a magical, floating cock for her to ride would do the trick.

Over the last few weeks, she had taken to complaining about her sad and lonely love life to Anna, who had become so fed up of hearing the same gripes that she had lent Marie her private spellbook. This book was full of many wondrous and questionable spells, from simple ones that would instantly leave the caster a quivering, orgasming mess, to more convoluted rituals that might allow one to commune with magical spirits and engage in an inter-planar orgy.

Marie didn't need anything fancy though. All she had wanted was to have a bit of alone time with a magical dildo, just something to fuck this stupid horny ache out of her. The spell was described as summoning "

an appendage; roughly the length of a forearm; to pleasure and obey the summoner in a way most pleasant.

" Just reading this had sent the witch into a flushed, breathy haze of daydreams, and she had been planning this night for the last few days. Perhaps her pent up sexual energy was why she had repeatedly failed to summon any type of appendage, forearm-sized or otherwise. Her frustrated libido had risen to a fever pitch with each failed attempt, her panties now soaked beneath her robes as she tried desperately to focus her mind on the words of the incantation.

Ignoring her vivid fantasies of a monstrous and veiny apparated cock spreading her open, Marie set her mind to the tedious task of reciting the passages inscribed in the spellbook. The pseudo-latin that this particular tome was written in was clunky and archaic at best, and deceptively fickle with its pronunciation. One false line, and Marie could end up ten feet tall, or with some other absurdly unintended effect. Trying to keep this thought from her mind, the witch furrowed her brow and began to intone the lines of the spell quietly under her breath.

"

Surge, surgite, comprimete et terribilem te voca membrum

"

Marie's timid voice was drowned by the stuffy darkness of the warehouse. She let out a frustrated sigh, shuffled her feet a bit to give herself a better stance, and repeated the line, slightly louder this time.

"

Surge, surgite, comprimete et terribilem te voca membrum!

"

Still, her voice carried no weight, and clearly her commands were nowhere near powerful enough to reach the realm of phallic and lusty spirits, let alone bend them to her whims. Marie tilted her head in the dim light of the room as a thought hit her. Perhaps the spirits needed a bit of.. Motivation. A sly grin broke across the girl's freckled face as she began to slowly peel off her dark robes. She wouldn't have necessarily considered herself to be the type to give a sultry (if a bit clumsy) strip show to entice some unknown ethereal sex toy, but frustration drove her to it. Even if this didn't do anything to attract the ghostly dildo she was attempting to summon, it at least made her feel confident. and pushed her horny thoughts to new levels of depravity.

The witch undid the clasps on her robe, letting it slowly slip down her pale shoulders and tumble down to the floor behind her, shaking her curvy hips as it fell. Her lusty breaths became heavy and irregular as she shrugged off the loose slip she had on underneath her robe, now standing in just her underwear in the flickering candle light. With one last husky moan, Marie slipped out of her panties and kicked off her shoes. Her pale skin reflected the dim light gently, giving the girl an ethereal glow as she stood naked in the middle of the dingy storeroom.

Biting her bottom lip, with heavy lids fluttering over her deep brown eyes, she turned her attention again to the passage she had been attempting for hours. A frustrated determination lit in her eyes, and it was everything that she could do from snaking her fingers down between her legs and giving some sort of release to her pent up libido. One last time. If this didn't work.. She was going to burn the whole damn warehouse down and masturbate in the ashes. It had to work!

"

Surge.. surg..

surgite, comprimete et terribilem te voca membrum

!

"

Marie's incantation echoed with an impossible weight throughout the dark building, scraping rafters and rattling brittle windows. She caught her breath as unseen wings seemed to beat in the darkness, rushing and rustling through the dusty gloom. The spell had finally worked! The girl grinned with flushed elation, nervously awaiting her otherworldly visitor. The urge to play with herself was stronger than ever. As the sounds grew louder all around her and the candle flames leapt up into the air, Marie finally caved in and pressed one hand between her thighs, gasping at how impossibly wet she was. The spell couldn't have worked at a better time, she was beyond ready to be taken.

The invisible commotion finally seemed to sense the witch's presence, and the candle flickered and blew out as a small whirlwind surrounded the breathless girl. The pitch black of the warehouse was slowly broken by glowing designs snaking all over the floor, and Marie yelped in astonishment as suddenly the entire room seemed to come alive. She yelped again, this time with panic, as she realized what had filled the spacious building around her. Obscenely large, ropy tentacles shot out of the floor and darkness to confront the woman who had summoned them.

The writhing, snake-like limbs seemed to have corporeal bodies, although as Marie studied them from behind her glasses they appeared to be shifting and slightly amorphous. They also struck her as being slightly intelligent, which was further underlined as each tentacle turned towards her all at once, quivering slightly as they inspected the naked witch.

A sense of jittery adrenaline surged through Marie. She had fumbled a few of the words in the spell, just what exactly had she summoned into the warehouse? The archaic spells were known to produce wildly unexpected results, and she had the sinking feeling that she had made a grave mistake.

Any chance to mentally acclimate to the beast in front of her was cut short as a mockingly cheerful voice echoed around the room, seeming to pass between Marie's thoughts and ears effortlessly.

"

Hello, small thing. Why am I in this place? It seems as if there is something that you might.. need from me?

"

The heavy pauses felt as if they were filled with a cruel mirth, as if the monster knew exactly why it had been summoned. Marie shook her head as if to clear the haunting voice from her mind, but it started back again, as countless tentacles slowly snaked their way across the dark room towards the naked girl.

"

Tch tch tch. Why won't you answer me? I'm only here because you wanted me..

"

Marie became extremely aware of how vulnerable she was, and shivered even through the musty warmth of the warehouse. She was also concerned with how much of her energy was being drained to keep the beast from poking and prodding at her thoughts; she hadn't counted on this particular sex spirit having psionic powers.

She finally had a monster of her own, a monster that had been summoned for one purpose, to fuck her senseless, and here she was trying to get rid of it. What was she thinking!?

The girl shook her head again. Something had planted that thought there, something that was present both in the room, and increasingly present inside of her head as well. What worried her the most was that she was nearly unable to distinguish her own thoughts and the spirits, and she was terrified that it would wear her down with time. She gasped as she realized that her fingers were back between her legs, pressing in all the right places. She was soaked.. But all she wanted was to escape, to run from this feverish nightmare that she had gotten herself into.

Marie's chest heaved as she felt herself reaching an unwilling and unbelievable climax, felt her breath growing short and shuddering as the monster bent her mind to its will. Stopping herself just shy of an orgasm, the witch moaned as ghostly tendrils wrapped around each of her ankles and thighs, pulling her legs apart insistently and forcefully. She used her fingers to spread her throbbing lips apart expectantly, inviting the spirit to use her as more tentacles snaked across her shaking body, trails of glistening ichor streaking her pale skin wherever they touched.

Apparently the monster had just as much pent-up sexual frustration as the witch did; most of its attention was focused on her breasts, her ass, and most of all, the girl's soaked pussy. Marie saw stars as a huge appendage slowly pushed itself inside of her, her scream of pleasure cut short by the tip of a smaller tentacle slipping into her open mouth. Muffled moans escaped her as she was pounded from both ends; the monster pumped her with increasing intensity as she writhed in rhythm with it.

Against her panicked thoughts of indignance the girl came, her legs shaking and her eyes rolling back as the spirit brought her to climax. Not only was she being penetrated; but the tentacle spreading her lips had also busied itself with her clit. The monster seemed to have thousands of small appendages on the end of each tentacle, and it knew exactly where to put them as it rummaged around in her most intimate thoughts. It was as if she was masturbating, knowing how to maximize her pleasure, except she had no control at all.

She was made even more aware of this lack of control as the orgasm finished ripping through her body. What had been so intensely pleasurable just seconds ago had become the most exquisite torture, and she screamed and struggled against the tentacles spreading her holes wide. The overstimulation felt as if it was going to break her consciousness in half; every nerve in her body screaming for it to be over. Through the haze of panic, Marie could hear bizarre laughter in her head mocking her, her swollen clit still teased endlessly.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled to breathe around the tentacle that was lodged inside of her throat. The response to this of course was to push it ever further down her windpipe, her jaw straining as she took an impossible mass of the tentacle into her mouth. Marie's body rebelled against her, and she began to run her tongue along the feathered bottom side of the appendage, as best she could at least. Before she could stop herself, she was gently rocking her head as the spirit facefucked her, drool and ichor pouring out of her stuffed mouth. The psionic moan that filled her mind was somehow satisfying and also terrifying, and her eyes rolled back again with the assault of another forced climax.

At some point she must have passed out from oxygen deprivation, because she woke with a start lying on the floor, tentacles caressing her back and ass, as if the spirit was comforting its broken plaything. Marie moaned, a long release of exhausted air from her tired lungs and raw throat.

Slowly, almost delicately, the massive coiling tentacles gripped the girl by her hips and pulled her into a kneeling position, while other smaller appendages tugged her ankles and wrists until she was propped up on all fours. Marie panted and struggled to catch her breath, the strength of the fucking she had just received enough to make her light-headed. She moaned again, this time in protest of the monster placing her weak body in such a vulnerable and exposed position. Her moan grew louder and then turned to a shriek as a particularly forceful tentacle began to press itself against her ass, slowly slipping the tip between her curvy cheeks and into her hole. Her scream was throaty and hoarse; the young witch often pleasured herself like this, but never with something this monstrously thick. The head of the tentacle flared as soon as it had passed into her tightness, making it impossible for her to buck free. This didn't stop her from trying, and again she found herself riding the monster in the most debasing way possible.

Her mind had absolutely no control over her movements at this point, and Marie yelped and groaned as the monster fucked her mercilessly. With each further inch that she took, the tentacle would flare, to ensure that she was only being stretched wider and wider. Suddenly the girl's scream died in her lungs, her eyes wide with shock. Every miniscule tendril on the head of the tentacle suddenly began to writhe inside of her violated ass, causing her mind to go completely blank as she felt another climax building.

Drool poured from her mouth as her mind broke. Her whole body shook against the tentacles wrapped around it, her wrists and ankles and hips all slick from the monster's grasp, and red from the cruel grip with which she was held. Marie threw her head back, releasing an animalistic scream of pleasure as she came. The violent growling that echoed in her head mirrored her own ecstasy, and she screamed again as the spirit drained itself inside of her ass. Glistening, hot mess poured into her until she overflowed. The girl went limp from the sensation, but still the spirit growled and pumped her full.

When the torrent of shimmering, ethereal goo finally ended, Marie was half-asleep where she lay in the mess that she had become. Her face wore a dazed smile, and the witch yet again snaked a finger between her pussy lips and gently massaged her sore and swollen clit. Another low moan found its way out of her.

The dripping, shivering tentacles all drew back into a rough circle around where the girl lay; as if to observe the damage they had inflicted on the broken human. An inexplicable sense of primal affection filled the humid air of the room, and Marie smiled again as she masturbated absentmindedly. The monster watched her quietly, waiting until she shuddered ever so slightly with one last residual orgasm and then again it gripped her by ankles and wrists.

In a haze of pleasure and exhaustion Marie felt herself being puppeteered by the beast. Her motions were jerky at first, but increased in dexterity as the spirit began to understand how her frail body moved. The girl giggled slightly at this odd sensation, it seemed that she was clearing a small space for another spell; although it wasn't one that she recognized at all. The markings she made on the floor with helpless hands set alarm bells off in the deep recesses of her broken mind, but she sighed contentedly and pushed away the worry. Why would she worry? Her new keeper only had her happiness in mind, and it would be very silly of her to resist. Marie smiled blissfully at these completely organic thoughts, any concept that her mind was not her own completely non-existent.

Finally the spirit lifted her with barely corporeal limbs and observed her handiwork. Seemingly satisfied, it held the discarded tome in the air in front of Marie, flipped through the pages, and pointed finally to one single word. "

Abyssus.

"

Marie knew immediately that her ghostly lover needed this from her; one last thing before they parted. She blinked happily at the mass of tentacles in front of her and repeated the word:

Abyssus.

Abyssus.

Abyssus..

Abyssssussss...

Marie found herself losing focus and approaching unconsciousness as she intoned the latin word; until the monster gently penetrated her from behind again. This caused her to gasp slightly, and bring a forced alertness as she turned her efforts back to completing the spell.

Abyssus

.

As the last syllable escaped her dripping lips, the room seemed to fade, and the shape of the tentacles caressing her became more and more solid. Energy flowed around Marie as her body joined the spirit plane, the primal incantation joining her with the beast who had just broken her.

Marie smiled a warm, tired smile as one of the tendrils gently caressed her flushed face. So tired that she could barely muster the energy to open her eyes, the witch curled herself into an exhausted ball of light and ghostly flesh. Finally the last tentacle slipped itself out of her, and a million arms cradled the happy girl in an affectionate embrace. All about them space and energy and void swirled, but all Marie could feel was the loving touch of the vicious spirit that had taken her, mind and body. She drifted off into blissful sleep, the constant movement of the beast around her a soothing sensation against her newly ethereal form.