HELLRAISER:

SLEEPOVER IN HELL

"What a night for the air conditioner to crash!" said Amy as she shoved up one of the windows of Tanya's bedroom.

"Sorry everybody," grinned Tanya, setting a small oscillating fan on the carpet.

"It beats staying at home," remarked Tracy, sliding her jersey nightshirt over her naked torso.

"What do you want to do tonight?" asked Tanya, flopping onto her bed.

"Watch TV?" suggested Tracy.

"Boring!" retorted Amy.

"Did you have anything in mind?" parried Tanya.

"As a matter of fact, I do!" smiled Amy mysteriously, reaching down along the side of the bed to retrieve something from her overnight bag. She reverently withdrew a square box that was roughly the size of her open palm. It had ornate gilded designs all across its surface.

"What's that?" asked Tracy.

"It's magic," giggled Amy with a gleam in her eye. "My grandfather gave it to me about a month ago. He said that if you can solve the puzzle of the box, it will open a doorway to a magical place. A place of dreams."

"Cool," murmured Tracy, tentatively touching the box with her right hand.

"Have you solved the puzzle?" asked Tanya, drawing her slim legs beneath her.

"Uh, no. That's why I brought it over. I hoped that maybe all three of us could figure it out," grinned Amy sheepishly.

"Let's do it!" said Tanya.

The three girls examined the box for hours, eventually discovering that certain sections of the box could be moved around to form different shapes. Nothing opened a magical doorway, however, so soon the girls began to nod off and fall asleep.

Tanya was the last one awake, sitting on her bed, the box lying sedately upon her lap. She picked up the box, scanning every inch of it with her sharp blue eyes. She let the golden light of the single lamp beside her bed illuminate the surface of the box, making a circular silver disk on the top side of the box gleam faintly. Idly, Tanya slid her finger around the edge of the silver circle, then pressed the center with her thumb. Suddenly, faint clicking sounds came from the interior of the box. Tanya dropped the box at the sudden noise, watching in amazement as the box opened and reconfigured itself upon her bed. The box spread open like a blossoming flower, then it folded back into a box shape, falling silent once more. As Tanya cautiously reached forward to pick up the now quiet box, the sound of a strong wind began to draw closer. The walls of Tanya's bedroom started to shake, and a bright white light spilled from beneath the wall opposite her bed.

"What the hell?" groaned Amy, rising groggily from her sleeping bag.

"I opened the box!" exclaimed Tanya over the roaring of the wind around them.

"What?" shouted Amy, her green eyes wide with shock.

"Hey! What's going on? Is a plane flying over?" inquired Tracy, her eyelids heavy with drowsiness.

"Wake up, stupid! Tanya opened the box!" snapped Amy, pulling the sleepy brunette to her feet.

All three girls stood closely together as the wind slowly died, the wall before them sliding open like the automatic doors of a supermarket. A long grey stone passageway led into the dark, cobwebs dangling from the hall's arched ceiling. A cool wind blew from the passage, washing pleasantly over the girls' perspiring skin.

"That doesn't look like a place of dreams to me," observed Tracy.

"Let's check it out," said Amy enthusiastically.

"What do you think, Tanya?" murmured Tracy.

Tanya gazed down the passageway, into the concealing darkness that beckoned her to pierce its veil of mystery.

"Let's go," smiled Tanya, going to her bedside table to retrieve the flashlight that she kept there for emergencies.

"Shouldn't we get dressed?" asked Tracy, touching the hem of the jersey she wore as a nightshirt.

"Nah," grinned Amy, her own white silk shift billowing from the breeze emanating from the dark passageway.

Tanya returned to her friends, her flashlight cutting through the shadows cloaking the hall's interior. All three girls slowly entered the passage, Amy slightly ahead, eager to explore, while Tanya and Tracy held back, Tracy holding lightly onto Tanya's right arm for security. The girls walked for an indeterminate length of time, and when they looked back they could no longer see Tanya's bedroom, only a yawning length of passage that ended in darkness. Amy continued forward without hesitation, followed by her two young friends who proceeded with far less enthusiasm. Finally, the trio reached an intersection in the passage, with three branches leading forward.

"Three passages, one for each of us," said Amy, choosing the central hallway for herself.

"I don't think we should separate, Amy," advised Tanya.

"Yeah, that's how girls are killed in those horror movies. They split up, then whack! Some crazy guy cuts their throats," said Tracy.

"Oh, please! Has anything even remotely threatening happened to us yet? There's been plenty of opportunity for it. Don't be so chicken!"

"Amy…" warned Tanya.

"I'm taking this passage, you two cowards do what you want!" snapped Amy before she marched down the central passage.

"Should we go after her?" asked Tracy.

"No. I guess she's right. Which one do you want?"

"Right."

"Okay. We'll meet back here in one hour."

"Uh, can I have the flashlight?"

"Sure," grinned Tanya, pressing the flashlight into Tracy's desperate hand. "Be careful!"

"You too," smiled Tracy weakly before she disappeared down the passageway to the right.

Sighing to herself, Tanya carefully made her way down the hallway, brushing her hands over the dirty stone walls as she progressed. Tanya wished she had put on some decent clothes, instead of following Amy's lead and remaining in her sleeping garb, a set of peach silk pajamas that her mother had bought for her. The cool breeze tugged at Tanya's long curly red locks, she brushed a few strands away from her beautiful face. The passage led into a chamber that looked suspiciously like the boys' locker room at school. Tanya entered the large room tentatively, the stench of sweat and unwashed clothing making the girl wrinkle her pert nose.

"I knew you'd come, Tanya," grinned the tall, muscular boy who walked out of the shadows.

"Bradley?" whispered Tanya, squinting her eyes to make out the boy's features.

"Were you planning on meeting some other guy here?" retorted Bradley as he drew closer to the astonished young girl, his bare chest beading with water, his only garment a towel wrapped around his waist.

Tanya blushed when she realized that the boy she had formed a crush on was nearly naked in front of her.

Bradley stood close to Tanya, touching her left cheek, then wrapping a tendril of her red hair around one of his fingers.

"I'm glad you came," whispered the boy. "I have so many things to show you."

"Bradley, I...don't know how I got here," murmured Tanya, averting her eyes from Bradley's firm chest and belly.

"It doesn't matter. Let's just enjoy the moment," smiled Bradley, tilting Tanya's face upward, then softly kissing her trembling lips. Tanya wrapped her arms around Bradley's neck, devouring his mouth with hers. Bradley enfolded Tanya's slim waist with his powerful arms, his hands sliding down to squeeze her tight buttocks. Tanya released Bradley's mouth to kiss down his strong neck, then licked across his chest, flicking her tongue over his right nipple. Bradley picked up Tanya easily, kissing her passionately while he carried her to one of the long locker benches nearby. He set the girl down carefully before flinging away his towel, revealing his huge erection to her. Tanya grabbed Bradley's cock in her small right hand, licking the engorged head while he unbuttoned her pajama shirt, reaching inside to fondle her soft tits. Tanya opened her mouth wide, sucking Bradley's cock between her moist lips as he unfastened her pajama pants and pulled them off of her smooth, slim legs. Tanya moaned softly as she sucked on Bradley's shaft, her tongue caressing the underside while her lips massaged every throbbing vein. Bradley rubbed Tanya's pussy from over her white panties, then he pulled the underwear aside, running one thick finger up and down her moistening cunt.

"Fuck me," panted Tanya, drool trickling down the side of her mouth.

Bradley smiled, straddling Tanya on the bench, ripping off her panties before shoving his cock violently into her pussy.

"Not so hard," grunted Tanya as Bradley rammed himself into her cunt, his large hands crushing her breasts in a vice grip.

"It hurts," frowned Tanya before agony erupted in her crotch. Bradley tore through her hymen, causing a stream of blood to flow down Tanya's thighs onto the bench beneath her.

"Stop it!" screamed Tanya, her hands beating on Bradley's pumping chest, his hips thrusting mechanically as he shoved into her pussy again and again, his cock swelling inside her vagina until she thought she would explode from the strain.

Tanya cocked her right leg, ramming her foot into Bradley's chest, kicking the crazed boy away from her.

"What the fuck's wrong with you? I told you to stop!" shouted Tanya, covering her heaving breasts with her unbuttoned nightshirt.

"I wasn't done yet, you little bitch!" snarled Bradley, hate burning from his brown eyes. "Now lay back down and let me cum, like a good little whore!"

"Bastard!" sobbed Tanya, thick hot tears flowing down her pale cheeks.

"I said lay down!" shouted Bradley, reaching out to grab Tanya.

Tanya backed away, running down the aisle between lockers, then turning right, searching frantically for an exit. A dark portal beckoned, so she hurled herself into the concealing void.

A cold length of chain caressed Tanya's flesh, making her flinch abruptly. She hit another chain, then realized that the entire room she was in was full of chains dangling from the ceiling. A single black pillar rotated in the center of the room, low moans coming from its dark heart.

"Did you enjoy your first taste of Hell?" inquired a deep voice above Tanya.

The girl spun around, her eyes searching the dimly lit room until she found a figure standing on the opposite side of the chamber.

"Who are you? What do you want?" shuddered Tanya, holding her nightshirt closed with one hand while trying to cover her naked pussy with the other.

"I have many names, does it really matter who I am?" smiled the figure, the gleam of nails illuminating his pasty grey flesh. "As for what I want, I want your flesh, I want your sweet soul."

"You're a monster!" said Tanya, tears welling in her beautiful eyes as she backed away from her advancing tormentor.

"Welcome to Hell, child," growled the nail-adorned man before several chains flashed out to entrap Tanya's lithe form.

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Amy brushed away a strand of sticky webbing, her eyes and ears alert for any signs of habitation within this strange, dark world. The slim girl's bare feet left small footprints in the dust that coated the passageway's floor. After seeming to walk forever, Amy entered a large room lit by fires contained within immense furnaces set in the opposite wall. The heat washed over Amy like a physical wave, bringing an instant sheen of perspiration over every inch of the scantily clad girl's body. Amy carefully advanced into the fire-lit room, the reek of dried blood and the sweat of desperation heavy in the air. The central feature of the room was a wooden frame with two chains dangling from the crossbeam. The chains ended in metal manacles that were dull with stains of blood. Whips, handcuffs, gags, and other bondage gear adorned both side walls, things that Amy had only seen in her secret stash of bondage magazines, and the one time she had been brave enough to enter an adult video store to look around. Sweat dripped off of Amy's bare arms and legs, her thin shift clung to every curve of her breasts, her nipples stiff with forbidden excitement. Amy walked past the dangling chains, briefly touching one, smiling at the soft tinkling sound that it made. She approached a large polished wood cabinet that sat near one of the roaring furnaces. Amy's lungs burned as she inhaled the hot air, her thin arms gleaming as she opened the double doors of the cabinet.

Amy grinned even wider when she beheld the assortment of leather corsets, boots, and choke collars that lay within the cabinet. Glancing around to see if anyone was in the room with her, Amy pulled off her sweat soaked shift, then slid out of her moist panties. Standing naked before the furnace, Amy let the heat soak through her creamy white skin, she moaned softly as she took a ringed collar from a hook and rubbed the smooth leather across her flushed right cheek.

Amy fastened the collar around her graceful neck, the large center ring resting against her collarbone. The aroused young girl next withdrew a webbing of black leather, fastening the garment around her torso, the leather strips tightening around her breasts. Amy snapped the last strap into place, which ran between her thighs, pressing into her warm cunt. The leather-clad girl pulled on a pair of jack boots last, the heels slim, pointed stilettos. The leather straps around Amy's tits and stomach glistened with her sweat as she swayed over to the wooden frame, her heels clicking loudly within the flickering room. Amy stood between the two dangling chains, running both of her hands over them, enjoying the feel of the cool metal between her fingers. Amy's blood roared in her veins, boiling with lust while she slid her wrists into the manacles, her pussy twitching with arousal. Amy hung from the chains, the manacles set lightly around her wrists, while the fires grew hotter, making the girl's flesh perspire even more as she rolled her hips, the leather strap inside her pussy inching deeper into her slit, her pink cervix dripping with her honey.

Abruptly, the manacles tightened painfully around Amy's wrists. Amy's eyes widened in surprise, she glanced at the manacle around her right wrist, tugging desperately at it.

"I'm pleased that you made yourself at home in my playpen," said a husky female voice behind Amy.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to mess with your stuff! Can you get me out of here?"

"But you were enjoying yourself so much. I can smell your pleasure from here."

Amy blushed hotly, closing her legs together, her juices sticky between her sweating thighs.

"Please, get me out of these cuffs."

"You have only begun to taste the pleasures of bondage, my sweet," said the woman, her rubber clad form appearing at the edge of Amy's vision as she took a shining whip from one of the wall hooks.

"Look, fun's over, let me go!" shouted Amy.

The woman did not reply. Amy waited, trapped in her bonds, sweat trickling uncomfortably down her bare back as she strained to look at her captor.

The lash came without warning, the sharp barbs of the whip digging deep into Amy's flesh, tearing a narrow strip from her back. Amy screamed at the top of her lungs, tears welling in her eyes, her lips trembling while she struggled within the chains that held her. The whip snapped again, slashing down across Amy's spine, its touch like white hot fire as it ripped more skin. Amy sobbed weakly, she could feel her blood flowing down her torn back, dripping down her small buttocks to pool on the stone floor behind her booted feet.

"Please…" wept Amy, her body in more pain than she had ever felt before in her life.

The whip fell, caressing Amy horizontally above her waist. Amy heard her skin tear as the barbs cut into her. The lashes came faster, the whip thudding into Amy's body, flaying her like a fisherman would skin his catch. Blood flowed down Amy's legs in an unending rain, the steaming pool beneath her expanded until she could see her lifeblood in front of her, slowly absorbed by the thirsty grey stone below. When all the flesh on Amy's back was gone, the woman began attacking Amy's ass, carefully adorning the girl's firm buttocks with searing red furrows, delicately cutting the skin in long, slim strips. Amy was nearly unconscious from the agony, drool flowed freely from her gaping mouth, tears dried on her cheeks from the furnace's unforgiving heat. At last, Amy's ass was as clean of skin as her back was. Exposed muscle and bone gleamed in the firelight as the woman approached her dangling captive and caressed the girl's slick muscle, staining her fingers with Amy's hot blood. The woman licked Amy's blood from her fingers as she walked around her captive to face the bound, bleeding girl.

"Wasn't that wonderful?" purred the woman.

She tilted Amy's hanging head so that the girl could see her tormentor. The woman had long raven hair that spilled to her waist. Grey, lifeless skin peeked out from the slits cut in the woman's black rubber dress, revealing her full cleavage and long, sleek legs. Instead of fingernails, the woman had sharp, polished steel razors, which she playfully ran across Amy's breasts.

"Nothing to say, sweetmeat? I guess you won't need that tongue anymore, then."

"What?" groaned Amy, her fading consciousness aroused by this latest threat.

"Ah, here it is," giggled the woman, taking a bright metal spike from the wall.

"No! Please don't!" begged Amy, fresh tears exploding from her eyes as the leering woman approached with the spike in hand.

"Shhh," soothed the woman, gently touching Amy's quivering lips, then kissing the girl tenderly, her breath cool against Amy's small mouth.

The woman pried open Amy's mouth roughly with her left hand, then rammed the spike into Amy's tongue, impaling it to the bottom of her jaw. Amy moaned in agony, her body shuddering as blood spurted out of her mouth, staining her chin, then sliding between her heaving breasts. The woman yanked out the spike violently, the metal nail making an obscene sucking sound as it was pulled out of Amy's cracked jaw. Amy hung with arms outstretched in her chains while the woman reached into her gushing mouth and severed her ruined tongue with one of her fingernail razors. The woman daintily nibbled on Amy's tongue, chewing it with a smile as Amy flopped her head onto her chest, drooling thick red blood onto her lovely breasts. After swallowing the last of Amy's tongue, the woman yanked back on Amy's short brown hair, lapping at the blood fountaining from the girl's slack mouth. Eventually the blood flow stopped, the woman kissed Amy's stained lips passionately, her own mouth painted with Amy's sweet blood.

"What's this? I still see some flesh here!" giggled the woman, digging one of her nail razors down Amy's left breast.

Amy groaned weakly, her mind overwhelmed with pain, helpless to resist as her tormentor began to slowly remove the skin from her soft, round tits.

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The wind began to pick up as Tracy walked towards the end of the passageway. The flashlight in her right hand provided a scant amount of illumination in front of the girl. Tracy stopped at the threshold of the hallway's mouth, her eyes wide as she took in the huge chamber before her. A maze of staircases formed a roughly square configuration with a bottomless floor and an open ceiling that allowed a strong current of air to howl through the stairs and the countless open portals that offered entrance to different passages. The wind ruffled Tracy's long raven hair and her waist length sleeping jersey as she peered down into the yawning abyss beneath her.

"Wow," murmured Tracy before she began her descent down a narrow staircase. The wind tugged at her jersey, but she pressed herself tightly against the wall to her right, clinging to the cold grey stone. She followed the stairs, moving lower and lower until she reached a small landing. The landing had a doorway that opened into another hallway, plus a second stairway that began a descent to yet another landing further below the one she stood upon. Unwilling to descend too far, Tracy took the doorway, brandishing her flashlight like a holy talisman, letting it light the way ahead of her as she slowly followed the arched, narrow hallway, her bare feet quickly coated with a film of clinging grime.

A flash of blinding light surrounded Tracy when she walked through the arch at the end of the hall, forcing her to squeeze her eyes tightly shut. When she opened her eyelids, Tracy found herself wrapped snugly in her own bed in her own bedroom, the lights off, the night clear and starlit to her right. Tracy glanced to her right, gasping when she saw the flashlight still in her hand, the stairs had not been a dream!

Before Tracy could think about how she was back in her room, the door opened, and her father peeked inside.

"Honey?" he whispered.

"Daddy!" exclaimed Tracy, eagerly clasping her father in a tight hug. "You'll never believe what happened to me!"

"Your skin's hot," smiled Tracy's father, brushing his large right hand across his daughter's flushed brow.

"Guess I'm kind of excited, it was so weird!"

"Hush, baby," soothed Tracy's father, before he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

"Daddy! What are you doing?" shuddered Tracy while her father threw her covers aside to caress her slim, bare thighs.

"Shhh! We don't want your mom to hear us," warned Tracy's father before he began unbuttoning her jersey.

"Daddy! Stop it!" snapped Tracy, pushing her father away.

An expression of pure hatred washed across the man's face just before he slapped Tracy hard. Tracy fell onto her side, the left cheek of her face burning. Tracy's father rolled his daughter onto her back, ripping her sleeping jersey all the way open. He roughly pushed her legs apart, yanking off her panties. Tracy lay in shock, unmoving, while her father buried his face in her pussy, sucking wetly on the puffy pink lips of her cunt.

"You taste so good, honey," moaned Tracy's father, rubbing her clit with his finger as he probed inside her vagina with his tongue. Tracy groaned softly, her pussy becoming warm under her father's tender care. He reached up with his strong arms, fondling his daughter's tits as he sucked on her cunt, tugging at her soft folds with his teeth. Despite her horror, Tracy felt the first trickles of arousal flow out of her vagina. While rubbing Tracy's clit vigorously, the girl's father unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor as he uncovered his stiffening shaft.

"I want you to suck on this, honey," said Tracy's father, climbing onto the bed next to his naked daughter, turning her face towards his erect cock. Tracy gazed numbly at her father's prick, she observed how the engorged, rounded head gleamed with fluids that oozed from the quivering slit on top.

"C'mon, dear. Suck on daddy's pole," urged the lustful man.

Tracy hesitantly opened her mouth, letting her father slide his cock between her soft lips. Tracy's father moaned with ecstasy as he rammed his shaft deeply down his daughter's throat, her lips caressing every throbbing inch of his member. The man reached down with his right hand, resuming his clit rubbing, his finger running up and down Tracy's cunt, the pink flesh becoming moist from the girl's flowing juices. Tracy moaned around her father's cock, her tongue flicking around the meat stick stuck between her jaws. When he almost felt like exploding in his little girl's mouth, Tracy's father withdrew his pole from her lips, moving to kneel between her open legs. He rubbed her pussy, spreading her juices over the entire surface of her shivering slit. He took his time inserting his cock into Tracy's pussy, moaning with pleasure as her vagina clasped hungrily around his prick, squeezing it firmly.

"Cum for daddy," smiled Tracy's father, his hips pumping forward, forcing his cock even deeper into his little girl's belly. Tracy groaned, tears gleaming at the edges of her brown eyes as she shook with each thrust into her pussy, her tits jiggling while her father fucked her eagerly. The heat between Tracy's legs became stronger and stronger, until her father orgasmed with a grunt, shooting a load of hot cum into Tracy's young womb. Tracy gasped, her pussy on fire, until she climaxed with a harsh intake of breath, honey mixing with her father's semen and the blood of her torn hymen.

"Good girl," chuckled Tracy's father, pressing his sweating body over hers, covering her panting mouth with his own hungry lips.

Tracy gasped, falling against the stone wall of the corridor, a sticky wetness between her thighs. Tracy pressed her left hand upon the wall, her breathing harsh and desperate. She wiped sweat from her pale forehead, then looked around, noticing that she was back in the hallway within the strange dimension she had discovered with her two friends.

"Just…a dream," sighed Tracy, before she realized that her flashlight was gone and that her panties were stained with cum and blood. Embarrassed, yet unwilling to wear the soiled garment, Tracy slid out of her wet panties, tossing them away eagerly. With no light except the faint glow that emanated from the corridor's walls, Tracy resumed her trek down the hallway, the breeze washing across her bare pussy, making her shiver with forbidden excitement.

Tracy walked and walked, then entered a small salon with a hydraulic chair. A short, dirty man with tattoo-laden arms leaned against the chair, smacking loudly on the gum in his mouth.

"Hey, missy! I ain't got all day! You want me to pierce you or what?"

Tracy clasped her hands against her chest, then looked down, to see that she was wearing the pleated skirt and blouse that her mom made her wear to school every day.

"Your parents are going to be pissed when they find out!" giggled Amy wickedly.

"No kidding! My dad said that if I got my ears pierced he'd slap my ass so hard I wouldn't be able to sit for a week!"

"Fuck that old goat! I say go for it! Hey, why don't you get a nipple pierce while you're here?" smirked Amy.

"Shut up!" sputtered Tracy, shoving at her friend.

"Hey! Can I help you or what?"

"I'll call you tonight, I want to check out the bookstore," said Amy before she disappeared down the sidewalk.

"Probably going to drool over those bondage mags," muttered Tracy as she entered the parlor and tentatively approached the slimy man and the waiting chair.

"Don't worry, Miss, I won't bite…hard," snorted the short, greasy man, his eyes roving down Tracy's legs to her brown polished shoes.

"I…want my ears pierced," stammered Tracy, her face red with embarrassment, her eyes locked on the floor.

"How many do you want?" replied the short man, brushing off the chair seat with a soiled cloth.

"How many? Two…I guess," answered Tracy, reluctantly climbing into the large, metal chair.

"That's all? Most chicks get three or four in each ear," said the man before he grasped Tracy's head, critically examining her ears. "Ears all ya want? How about a nose ring, or a tongue pierce?"

"No!" exclaimed Tracy vehemently.

"How about a nipple ring, or a hole in your clit?" chuckled the short man, licking his lips lewdly as he ran his finger along Tracy's left ear lobe.

"No! Just an ear pierce, one in each ear," snapped Tracy hotly.

"Okay! Okay! Just reviewing the options with you," said the grinning man before he went to a table adorned with shiny metal implements. Tracy squirmed in the huge chair, her hands clenched over the padded arms while the shop owner perused through his selection of needles and piercing devices. He eventually picked up a long silver needle, approaching Tracy with a leer on his ugly, unshaven face.

"Hey! Aren't you going to put some alcohol on it first?" protested Tracy as the man grasped her chin and tilted her head to the side.

"Nah, this'll be quick," grinned the man before he jabbed the silver needle into Tracy's left ear lobe.

Tracy squeaked in pain, her face locked in a grimace while her tormentor slowly pulled the needle out of her lobe.

"Shit! That hurts!"

"Part of the initiation, baby!" cackled the short man as he moved to her right side, grasping her face again and positioning her head.

"Here we go!" exclaimed the man, ramming the glistening needle into Tracy's right ear, sighing almost with lust as the point slid through her white flesh.

"Done!" grinned the short, dark man before he licked Tracy's blood from the shining instrument.

"How much do I owe you?" inquired Tracy as she began to climb out of the chair.

"We're not done yet!" said the short man before thick leather straps erupted from the chair, wrapping around Tracy's wrists and ankles.

"Hey! Let me go!" screamed Tracy, wriggling violently within the chair.

"We've got a lot of work to do yet," said the short man as he retrieved a hand held puncher from his tool tray.

"You get me the hell out of here! Your ass will be in jail before you know it!" shouted Tracy, her eyes widening in terror as she watched the gleaming device draw closer in the man's grasp.

The short, greasy man just chuckled as he seized Tracy's head, pried her mouth open, and reached down with the puncher, catching her tongue between its prongs and squeezing firmly. Tracy's muffled screams filled the parlor, blood spurting from her mouth, as the man withdrew his bloody hand device. He snapped his puncher two more times, making a hole in each of Tracy's nostrils. Tracy sobbed in agony, blood staining her shaking lips and dribbling down her chin.

Replacing the puncher on the tool table, the short man took another long needle, blowing on it, making it glow red with heat. He returned to the bound girl, grasping her left breast after tearing open her blouse and bra, pressing the smoldering tip of the needle on her nipple, then thrusting the instrument through her stiff knob. Tracy's body shuddered within its bonds, her nipple smoking as the man stabbed a hole through it. The short man withdrew the needle, blowing on it again until it glowed, then thrusting it into Tracy's right nipple. Tracy gritted her bloodstained teeth, her breasts throbbing with pain.

The short man replaced the smoking, bloodstained needle with a clean, smaller one. He reached between Tracy's bound legs, raising her dark green pleated skirt, then carefully pulling down her white cotton panties. Tracy moaned softly as the shop owner fondled her bush of black pubic hair before prying apart the lips of her warm pussy. He tickled her stiff clit with the needle in his hand, then shoved it through the little hard pink nub. As Tracy gasped with fresh pain, the filthy man poked several holes in both flaps of her labia.

"Please…stop," sobbed Tracy, long tracks of silver tears flowing down her cheeks.

"All done, Miss," smiled the shop owner, revealing a mouthful of jagged fangs. "Now let's get some rings in those nice holes before they heal up."

Tracy stared at the man helplessly, trapped in the unyielding chair as he rolled over a tray covered with various gold and silver rings, jeweled studs, and pins. The scruffy man picked through the jewelry, finally choosing a thick golden stud with a ruby on top.

"Open wide," laughed the sharp toothed man, holding Tracy's face roughly in his left hand, squeezing her bleeding mouth open in order to fasten the gold stud within the bound girl's scarlet-stained tongue.

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Tanya screamed as she tore herself away from the hooked chains embedded in the flesh of her arms and ankles. Blood poured down her naked limbs while she staggered across the chain filled room, the nail faced man walking sedately in pursuit. The man's mocking laughter echoed in Tanya's ears as her feet pounded up a narrow staircase, her ankles throbbing with pain, her bare feet soaked with her blood. Tanya panted with terror, her breasts heaving beneath her open nightshirt. The fleeing girl climbed the seeming infinite staircase until she emerged upon a flat expanse of grey stone.

The mournful wail of a horn roared down upon Tanya as a powerful wind blasted over her. The girl's long, red hair billowed behind her as she gazed up at a slowly rotating object that hung above an endless landscape of mazes and stairs. The object was shaped like an elongated diamond, with the same golden designs that had been etched upon the puzzle box she had opened. A completely black beam poured from the rotating obelisk, shining down upon the maze below.

"Beautiful? Is it not?" murmured the nail man adoringly.

"What is it?" asked Tanya, her fear of the obelisk momentarily overcoming her fear of her pursuer.

"The god of flesh, hunger, and desire. Leviathan. The Lord of the Labyrinth," smiled the nail faced man, his dark eyes gleaming.

Tanya turned from the nail man back to Leviathan, just as the dark god pinned her with his black gaze. A sensation of intense cold filled Tanya while she endured images of being raped by Bradley, the handsome young man laughing cruelly as he fucked her asshole mercilessly.

"Surrender yourself to Leviathan. Give in to the pleasures He can offer you," shouted the nail man above the raging wind and thunder that shook the grey plain around them.

"I'd die first!" replied Tanya defiantly, backing away from her pursuer towards the edge of the grey stone.

"Oh, you will die, child, many times, and each death will be more exquisitely painful than the last," chuckled the nail faced man while he unhooked a blood stained serrated knife from his black leather belt.

Tanya's heels passed the edge of the stone. Gulping with apprehension, Tanya spun around and dived out into open air, arms outstretched to embrace her only escape. The nail man hissed, uncoiling two wide bat-like wings from his back. The cenobite sailed after the girl, his grey hands grasping for Tanya. He wrapped his strong arms around the limp young woman, flinging her towards a huge stained glass window built within one of the walls of the gaping abyss. Tanya screamed as she hurled through the shattering glass, falling heavily upon the stone floor. Tanya coughed painfully, rising unsteadily to her bloodstained feet.

"There you are, Tanya," purred Tracy, emerging from one of the shadowy corners of the dimly lit cathedral.

Tanya sighed with relief when she heard the voice of her friend, but she gasped in horror when she looked upon Tracy's new form. Tracy wore a black rubber two piece dress with holes in the top piece for her pale blue breasts. Gleaming rings were embedded along the entire length of both of Tracy's earlobes. Rings covered her dark blue lips, hung from her nostrils, and glowed from her bared belly button. Several long needles were impaled in each of Tracy's stiff nipples. Tracy twisted one of the needles in her left breast, moaning with ecstasy from the luscious pain. A barbed whip snapped at Tanya's feet, making her jump back reflexively. Amy appeared from another corner, garbed in a tight black leather harness that pressed snugly against her fleshless breasts and ran between her blue skinned thighs. Gleaming whips were embedded in each of Amy's palms, she snapped them both at Tanya, grinning with obscene delight, the only sound from her mouth a weak, baby-like burble.

The nail man landed gracefully on the floor, his wings folding back into his body.

"I see you've met your friends, child. They have adapted quite well to their new home, as will you."

"No way! I'm leaving!"

"So young, so foolish," smiled the cenobite ruefully.

"But we want to play with you!" giggled Tracy, slowly pulling one of the needles from her right tit, blowing sensually upon it until it glowed with heat.

"Time to play," said the nail man, brandishing his bloody knife, striding inexorably towards the shivering girl.

"Go to Hell!" screamed Tanya, running away from the trio of cenobites, searching frantically for an exit from the vast cathedral.

Amy lashed out with one of her whips, cutting a deep furrow across Tanya's shoulders. Tanya staggered from the blow, but kept running from her tormentors. She spotted a dark entryway, which she quickly dove into. Tanya ran forever, her lungs searing within her chest, a cold sweat covering every part of her body. Occasionally she heard a needle scratch against a wall, or felt the kiss of a barbed whip over her flesh. Tanya staggered onward, never looking back, intent on reaching the end of the dark passage. Finally, a bright opening appeared, and as she drew closer, Tanya could see her bed and the other furnishings of her bedroom. Gasping with relief, Tanya maintained her flight, her bare feet pounding the cold stone as she raced for freedom.

Tanya could feel the hot outside air upon her face when the sides of the portal began to close. Shouting in desperation, Tanya reached out to keep the doorway open, her legs trembling with exhaustion as she poured every last bit of her strength into her running limbs. Tanya's open right hand passed through the portal when one of Amy's whips coiled around Tanya's left ankle and pulled her leg out from under her. Tanya hit the stone floor hard, her breath blasting out of her gaping mouth. Tanya screamed as she was reeled back into the dark passage, until Tracy straddled her prone body and plunged a long smoldering needle into the back of her neck. The last sight Tanya saw was the collapse of the portal, then nothing remained but darkness and pain.

After the disappearance of Tanya and her friends, Tanya's parents sold their house and moved far away. Because the house was considered "haunted", no one ever bought or rented the home, until finally it was abandoned and left to decay.

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Rebecca let John pull her through the shattered window, then brushed the dust from her long, bare legs. John grinned with excitement as he took Rebecca's hand and led her through the abandoned house till they reached a bedroom with web covered furniture and a hastily brushed off bed.

"You couldn't spring for a decent hotel room?" inquired Rebecca, idly curling a strand of golden hair around her finger while John spread open the bed's red sheets and stretched out over them.

"Haven't you ever made love in a haunted house before," grinned John, slowly unbuckling his jeans.

"No, and I'd rather not start," retorted Rebecca, but she bit back another biting remark after noticing the hurt look in John's eyes. The beautiful girl sighed, reciting in her mind why she liked John as she pulled off her pink T-shirt and unfastened her white lace bra. John's eagerness returned when he beheld Rebecca's generous, rounded breasts, of which she was quite proud. Rebecca took her time unzipping the back of her skirt, enjoying how John almost drooled at the sight of her undressing for him. Garbed only in her white silk panties and sneakers, Rebecca climbed onto the bed next to John, giggling as he pounced on her, fondling her tits while kissing her enthusiastically. John nibbled on the side of Rebecca's neck, his right hand caressing her smooth ass, grasping the back of her panties and pulling the material between her cunt lips. Rebecca ran her right hand through John's short brown hair while her left hand rested over his crotch, rubbing his hardening cock through his cotton underwear.

"You're so sexy," growled John in Rebecca's left ear before he licked the lobe sensually.

"Fuck me you big strong stud," giggled Rebecca, kissing John hotly with her warm mouth.

As the two lovers kissed and fondled each other, a pale white glow appeared on the floor near the far wall. Steam rose from the circle of radiance, a strong, musky aroma that coiled through the bedroom like a living thing as a pillar of black obsidian emerged from the ground. Inhaling the powerful musk made the lovers even more aroused, John crushed Rebecca's firm left breast in his hand, his kisses were demanding, almost violent as he rammed his tongue down the girl's pliant throat.

"Slow down," murmured Rebecca as she rested her chin on John's right shoulder, peering over him at the rotating pillar near the wall.

"John…"

Gleaming black chains exploded from the pillar, digging into John's flesh, yanking him away from Rebecca's warm embrace.

"Huh?" gasped John before he slammed into the pillar, chains wrapping around his writhing body. As Rebecca screamed in terror, a glowing needle ran through John's neck from one end to the other. John gurgled weakly, his limbs twitching as his body was slowly absorbed into the oily surface of the pillar. After John's body was completely devoured, barbed tendrils surrounded the pillar, slowly cutting through the blue flesh of Amy, who was stretched halfway out and partway within the tall, gleaming black pillar. A black leather gag covered Amy's mouth, her skinless breasts glimmering with blood and exposed muscle. The pillar rotated, groaning loudly, while Rebecca pressed herself against the headboard of the bed, her naked legs pressed against her stomach, the red sheets held tightly against her bare torso as she stared at the obsidian pillar with revulsion. The face of Tracy appeared next, her raven hair pressed back against her skull, her pale blue skin glowing from the moonlight pouring from outside. Tracy smiled seductively at the trembling girl, her lip rings glittering hypnotically.

"What is your pleasure?"

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