FicWad

A/N: As noted, this tale was inspired by a dream I had. You will find that my subconcious is fairly fucked-up, but that's not the point I want to make. If people are interested, I will continue this story; if not, it will stay a general one-shot.


The lady moon had shown brightly that night. She rested high in the sky in the strong embrace of the night, her reflection dancing in the center of the calm lagoon. Though strong and stubborn, the stellar deity was graceful and shared the natural blue mirror with one of the planet's delicate daughters. How could she deny the little mortal? Her niece looked so much like herself, with her soft pale skin, flowing white gown, and radiant snow mane. The brilliant azure eyes and camellia lips added a nice tough, too. Quietly, the child had slipped through the lush green growth to the water's grassy shore, and stood silently, gazing into the serene darkness.

The girl had no reason to be out of her chambers so late; if truth be told, she had felt drawn out, called by some inexplicable force. With her hands clasped over her heat, she waited as the distant town clock tolls midnight.

The witching hour.

A rustle in the brush behind caused her slender neck to turn, the lightly curled hair smoothly following. Nothing. Her head returned to its original position, though her shoulders became tense with discomfort. A soft wind skipped across the pond's surface, and then into the trees. Apprehensively, silence settled on the land.

Two long black hands reached past the maiden's face, catching her breath in her throat. Paralyzed with fear, she could do nothing as the dark, slender fingers wrapped around her mouth. The world fell dead still when she closed her eyes in hopelessness.

A moment later, the moon was alone, the daughter stolen by the shadows.



"You must pardon me, princess," breathed a rich voice heavily upon the woman's bar upper nape, "but I was forced into this position."

The young woman did no reply. She silently stood pressed against the wet cave wall, the freezing run-off dripping down her naked body to her shredded night gown on the ragged stone floor. Blended with the chill darkness, an unseen figure glided from her side to face her in the unlit rock hollow.

"Promises must be kept," pressed the masculine, yet effete vocals. From behind the silhouette, two more black specters slipped into the dismal environment, surrounding her.

"Zanzabarian sorcery," she whispered, her eyes widening with terror. Her body began to tremor, sensing the coming torture.

"I do hope you do not mind my 'brothers' joining us," the monster casually mentioned. "It guarantees that this part of the plan will be fulfilled."

Her bottom lipped quivered as the three closed in upon her, while Cheshire grins ripped through the pitch black.

"Again, you must pardon me," chortled the voice as six ebon hands reached for her vulnerable body.

"Taking of your flesh provides me with... insurance."

She gasped as the paws gripped her arms and hands, restraining her against the cold sandstone; an obsidian handkerchief was pressed against her eyes and tied tightly behind her head. Then, the free pair of hands brushed through her soft hair before trailing their long nails across her cheeks. One set of trained digits gripped her small chin, holding her head in place. Hot breath, which carried the scent of old cabernet and fine rotting meat, trickled over her nose just prior to cold lips bearing down on her own. Her shock betrayed her, allowing a slick serpent's tongue into her mouth. The sensation was too much; she gagged violently, her frame shuddering with revulsion.

Neither the icy lips nor tongue returned to hers; instead, she was lowered to the ground, on top of (and straddling) something just as cold. Two palms rubbed her upper arms in an empty sign of comfort, while two others slide down her back to grip her quarters. Before the shiver can finish rattling down her spine, the hands clasped her rear end, pushing her nether-regions against something- something that struck her dead silent. That was it; the nightmare was real.

The claws upon her shoulders slipped down her full bosom, eagerly pulling at her tender nipples as if to milk them. Simultaneously, two fingers moved under her and spread her pink virgin lips, while another played with her sensitive anus. Tears began to well up under the blindfold as she was pushed down upon a thick appendage; the girl bit her lip while it steadily wedge in and stretched her hymen, and quaked with pain as her barrier ripped apart.

Shortly after the first thievery, the cruel being behind her began work on stealing another innocence: the digit that had played with her rectum then slipped in, forcing a pathetic whimper from the female. It rubbed and writhed against the inner flesh, wiggling like a worm in moist soil. Unconsciously, she had shifted from side to side, trying to get away, only causing the large member already inside her to slide against her dampening walls. She could not help the animalistic squeeze of her lower muscles as she tried to settle herself once more.

The finger withdrew, and another something pressed its soft head against her rear. Before she could protest, it pushed itself into her orifice. She cried out agonizingly, her body wracked with torment. The second violator buried itself deep in her, a collective, malevolent laugh echoing throughout the cavern.

Finally, the last pair of hands returned, grabbing her hair tightly as a third erect member grazed its dripping tip against her face.

"No... please, do not..." she hopelessly begged.

"Why not?" maliciously inquired the monster beneath her, digging his nails into the skin of her breasts. "You have already done so much- why not a little more?"

With that, the last debauching appendage forced its way into her mouth, her head pressed against the shadow's loins. The long muscular shafts began to rock back and forth in her cavities, stimulating a darkness within her mind.

You knew this would happen, it chides her, so go with it. Besides, are you not enjoying yourself?

Slowly, her hands rose to rest on the third being's hips, and she started to suck upon the cock between her lips. The fallen maiden ground herself against the two others, giving into the masochistic pleasure. The males groaned in synced, sinful delight as her movement became faster and harder. At last, a terrifying growl reverberated throughout the grotto- the trio lost it. Peaking, their seed spilled into her womb, anus, and throat, seeping into her fibers.

An instant later, they were gone. And she had failed her duties.