Arcadia
by PJ
 
 
Chapter 1
 
Jen's skin beaded with sweat, her lithe legs pumping as she turned the corner of her twentieth lap.  Jen's breasts were heaving with strain, her lungs ached from the continuous exertion, but she raced forward, determined to maintain her time for the upcoming track meet.  Standing in the shadow of a leafy tree, three girls watched Jen race around the empty course.
 
"I think she's ready," said Desiree, accepting a cigarette from Kisa.
 
"You sure?  She seems awfully straight to me," scowled Alisa, taking a long drag from her own cigarette.
 
"She doesn't have a boyfriend.  She hasn't gone steady with anyone since sophomore year," supplied Kisa, lighting Desiree's stick with her engraved silver lighter.
 
"Hmm," pondered Alisa, admiring Jen's gleaming white legs.
 
"We need a sacrifice, Al," reminded Kisa softly.
 
"I know," snapped Alisa, finishing her cigarette and flicking it onto the lawn.
 
"Well?  Do you want me to bring her tonight?" asked Desiree.
 
Alisa pursed her full, sensuous, black-painted lips, running her tongue over them while she watched Jen bend over to pick up a towel and a half-empty water bottle.
 
"Bring her," smiled Alisa, motioning with a head jerk for Kisa to follow her.
 
 
"A club?" asked Jen, her cordless receiver in the crook of her shoulder and neck while she finished typing a paper for Lit.
 
"Yeah, it's a private club, really hot!" gushed Desiree enthusiastically. "So, can you make it tonight?"
 
"I'm still not allowed to leave home after ten, Des," replied Jen reluctantly, half hoping that her friend would keep begging her to go.
 
"C'mon, Jen!  They won't know," pleaded Desiree, desperation thick in her voice.
 
"Alright," sighed Jen, "Do I have to get dressed up?"
 
"No, it's really casual.  I'll meet you outside your house at ten!" said Desiree happily before disconnecting.
 
"I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble," whispered Jen.
 
 
Jen climbed out of Desiree's car, regretting again that she had only dressed in tight jeans and a pink blouse.  Desiree was dressed to kill in a snug red silk dress that hung to her upper thighs, her long red hair bound up elegantly atop her head.  She wore matching red stiletto heels, black hose, red lipstick, and dark blue eyeliner. 
 
"Sure you don't want some lipstick to touch up with?" asked Desiree, holding out the lipstick from her small red purse.
 
"I don't think it'll help, thanks though," grinned Jen ruefully, smoothing her own short brown hair self-consciously.
 
The two girls joined the line of young women waiting to enter a rather decrepit abandoned warehouse in the rundown part of town.
 
"This is your hot private club?" inquired Jen, examining the boarded up building doubtfully.
 
"Yeah!  This is just a disguise, so the losers won't try to get in," giggled Desiree, waving at some other girls further up the line. 
 
Jen took a closer look at the girls waiting for admittance, discovering that most of them were from her own private girls school, as well as another private school across town from hers.  She would never have recognized some of her classmates, the prim, sternly dressed young women of her institution were dressed very similar to Desiree in sheer silk, revealing rubber, or tight, binding leather.  Most of the girls were smoking, some even drank from long clear bottles.
 
"Wow," said Jen, wide-eyed.
 
Desiree giggled, reaching into her purse for two cigarettes.  "Want one?"
 
"No thanks."
 
Desiree pouted mockingly, lighting her own stick and taking a slow, savoring drag.
 
The two girls reached the club entryway after almost two hours, waved through by a tall thin woman in a gleaming black rubber bodysuit with a zipper up the front.  When Jen and Desiree entered the warehouse, their footfalls echoed within the vast empty space.  They followed the girls in front of them through the office in the back to a spiral staircase that wound down beneath the empty building.  As Jen descended, her ears could just detect the sound of music. The music slowly built as she followed Desiree down a dark passageway at the foot of the stairs to a doorway brightly illuminated by slashing laser beams.
 
The roaring music blasted across Jen like a sonic boom, nearly taking her breath away while she tried to take in the huge, garishly lit club.  A catwalk ran around the entire circumference of the long, rectangular room, almost every available space taken up by laughing, swaying young women. 
 
"Here," offered a smiling girl dressed in a few scant straps of black leather, a dog collar with a polished leash ring wrapped around her slender neck.  Jen accepted the small white tablet without thinking, watching while Desiree popped it into her mouth nonchalantly. 
 
"Take it.  It'll make you feel real good," purred Desiree, her eyes clouding dreamily.  The beautiful redhead ran her right hand up Jen's left arm, caressing her friend's bare skin.  Jen backed away from her horny companion, bumping right into two girls who were oblivious to everything as they brazenly frenched each other.
 
"C'mon!  Loosen up!" giggled Desiree, taking Jen's limp hand and pulling her down the stairs to the writhing mob of girls below.  Jen held tightly on to Desiree, trying not to stare as girls kissed each other wantonly as they danced, their hands roving over each other's bodies.  Jen's face became hot from blushing, she gratefully stood at the bar while Desiree ordered two drinks for them.
 
"Want to dance?" asked Desiree, grinning maliciously at Jen's discomfort.
 
"No!" replied Jen quickly, grabbing her drink and slurping it nervously. Jen's throat burned as the liquor flowed thickly into her system.  She coughed forcefully, holding onto the edge of the bar for support.
 
"Who's your friend?" inquired a gorgeous blonde with thick curly tresses dressed in a red rubber halter top and mini-skirt, her slim white legs encased in black fishnet stockings.
 
"This is Jen.  Jen, this is Alisa," introduced Desiree.
 
"A pleasure," smiled Alisa, leaning forward to kiss Jen softly on the mouth.
 
Jen was frozen with shock as Alisa glanced down at her closed hand.
 
"Have you had your pill yet?"
 
"Uh, no.  I'm not into drugs."
 
"It's harmless.  This is a party, after all," laughed Alisa, groping Desiree's ass playfully.
 
"Hi, I'm Kisa," offered Alisa's companion, moving to stand next to Jen.  Jen took in Kisa's golden nose ring, black lipstick and eyeliner, then her bright, straight, red hair that hung just at the base of her creamy white neck.  "This your first time to Arcadia?"
 
"Arcadia?  Is that the name of this place?" shouted Jen over the pounding music.
 
"Yeah.  You want to go somewhere a little less crazy?"
 
"Sure," said Jen gratefully, following Kisa past Alisa and Desiree, who were whispering into each other's ears.
 
Several closed doors lined the walls of the club.  Kisa opened a door against the far wall, letting Jen enter first.  Jen gazed around at the dimly lit interior, at the metal grate adorned walls and stark iron mesh platforms. Harsh white light poured from openings in the ceiling and through the floor grates, the air muggy from too little ventilation.
 
"Can we go to another room?" asked Jen tentatively.
 
"About time you brought her here," snapped a young girl with long auburn hair dressed in a white teddy with matching leg hose and garters.
 
"She isn't very fun to play with, Elle," complained Kisa, pushing Jen forward gently yet firmly.
 
"What..what's going on?" asked Jen, knocking Kisa's hand away, glaring at both girls.
 
"We need you for a little ritual, Jen dear," smiled Alisa coldly, closing the door and locking it after Desiree had swayed inside.
 
"Des, I want to go home, now," said Jen with a hard frown.
 
"Sorry, my mistress wants you to stay," shrugged Desiree, rubbing her right cheek against Alisa's left arm.
 
"Get her ready, the night's slipping away," ordered Alisa, yanking back Desiree's head, crushing the redhead's lips with her own mouth while Kisa and Elle seized Jen's arms and dragged her towards the metal platform in the middle of the room inscribed with a blood-red inverted pentagram.
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Arcadia
by PJ
 
 
Chapter 2
 
    While Elle fastened Jen's wrists inside restraints dangling from chains above the inscribed
platform, Alisa, Desiree, and Kisa took their clothes off.  The naked girls each took one long black
candle from a nearby leather bag, lighting the fragrant sticks before slowly spreading out to stand
before the inverted lower point and the two raised points of the summoning star.  The girls chanted
a long invocation in Latin, holding the flickering candles before them with both hands.  After
testing Jen's wrist bonds to make sure they were secure, Elle took off her teddy in front of Jen,
smiling wantonly while she draped off her scanty clothing.  Jen looked away, her face blushing
with embarrassment.  Elle retrieved a silver knife from the supply bag, returning to the platform to
slice off Jen's shirt and jeans.  Elle ran the tip of the knife between Jen's taut breasts, slicing her
bra neatly in twain.  Elle knelt behind Jen, the cold silver caressing Jen's bare back while the
chained girl stared helplessly at Alisa, who stood before the lower tip of the pentagram, her eyes
shining with excitement as she continued her chant, the flame growing stronger atop her candle.
 
    Elle licked the back of Jen's neck, the knife sliding over the back of Jen's white cotton
panties.  Elle planted soft kisses across the right side of Jen's neck as she sliced the girl's panties
off, the sound of ripping fabric reverberating in Jen's ears.  Elle pried open Jen's kneeling legs,
slipping the flat of her knife back and forth across Jen's pussy.  The three chanting girls lowered
themselves to their knees, placing their dark candles on the floor in front of them before reaching
down between their legs, fondling their own sensuous cunts. 
 
    "Come to us, oh Kahycee!" moaned Alisa, the silver ring in her left nipple glowing, her full
lips trembling while she ran a long finger across her quivering pussy.
 
    "Show us the dark pleasures of damnation!" begged Kisa, her red hair and gold nose ring
glinting in the candlelight as she thrust a digit into her moist slit.
 
    "Take our bodies, make us your slaves!" beseeched Desiree, the ruby in her belly ring
burning with bright blood red light as she pried her pink cunt open, a trickle of honey slowly
dripping down to the cold sterile floor.
 
    "Come to us, Kahycee!  Come to us!  Come to us!" shouted all three girls, finger fucking
themselves desperately, their soft moans of pleasure becoming louder and louder.
 
    "Isn't this exciting, Jen?" whispered Elle inside Jen's right ear, her fingers dancing over the
bound girl's cunt, spreading her labia open, exploring her trembling vagina.
 
    Jen gasped softly, a thin sheen of perspiration sliding across her pale skin while her pussy
melted beneath her captor's deft touch.  A small splash of juice escaped from Jen's cunt, falling
wetly to the cold metal surface of the platform.  The pentagram flared with fiery red life, pulsing
slowly as Elle continued to slide her fingers into Jen's tender pink slit.
 
    "Stop it, please," groaned Jen, her skin hot with arousal.
 
    "Your body doesn't want to stop," giggled Elle, poking a finger deep into Jen's virgin hole,
making Jen moan loudly in ecstasy.  Elle slipped two fingers into Jen's cunt, pumping them in and
out while fondling the naked girl's left tit with her free hand.  Jen moaned achingly, a steady spray
of juices raining down her thighs to the platform surface.  The pentagram became brighter and
brighter, its blood red glow filling the large room.  The three girls kneeling around the platform
increased the force of their own masturbating, their shapely asses bobbing as their fingers dove
deeply into their wet sexes.  Each probing girl was engulfed in black fire, the encompassing flame
raging over their sweating flesh, hurling them into ever greater heights of sexual bliss.  Elle pinched
Jen's left nipple painfully, making the girl groan as Elle held her right hand between Jen's upper
thighs, stabbing three fingers into her honey-slick pussy.  A low thunder began to build beneath the
pentagram platform.  The sound grew stronger and stronger, until the walls themselves shook with
the force of it.  The pentagram flared blindingly one last time, then the entire platform quaked
from an emerging pillar of green slime.  Elle was hurled back through the air, but Jen was trapped
in her bonds, helpless as the clinging green slime washed up over her naked body.  Contact with
the slime burned Jen's white skin, but did no visible damage as it blasted up against her pussy and
over her pert breasts.  All three masturbating girls were knocked onto their backs, their black auras
gone, the dark candles in front of them consumed by the summoning.  Jen knelt in a pool of
green slime, the thick, sticky liquid gently churning around her.
 
    "Who summons me?" gurgled the slime.
 
    Alisa moaned as she sat up, rubbing her throbbing right temple.  She vainly wiped at the
green slime that glistened all over her naked body.
 
    "I do.  I am Alisa, and I bind you to my service."
 
    The slime chuckled with amusement, swiftly extending a pseudopod that wrapped around
Alisa's throat and hurled her back into the wall behind her.  Alisa choked pathetically, grasping the
slime around her neck that flowed around her shaking fingers.
 
    "I am Kahycee.  You now live to fulfill my wishes.  Fail to obey and you will know such
suffering as you have never dreamed in your short span of years."
 
    "Ma..master!" croaked Alisa, her blue eyes bulging.
 
    "Good," acknowledged Kahycee, dissolving the pod squeezing Alisa's throat, pulling the
tendril back into its bulbous green body.  "Now lay back and offer yourselves to me."
 
    Alisa, Kisa, and Desiree did as they were told, laying on their bare backs, spreading out
their lush slim legs.  Elle lay unconscious in a contorted heap of limbs, and Jen remained trapped
in her wrist chains.  Three long, thick pods spurted from Kahycee's bubbling body, dripping trails of oily green ichor as they rammed themselves inside the cunts of the three willing girls.  The young women moaned in a lewd chorus, their heads thrown back while the pulsing green tentacles burrowed within their vaginas. 
 
"My prize," purred Kahycee, his quivering mass rising up Jen's shaking thighs, covering her legs in a warm, thick gel.  Jen squeezed her eyes shut, tears sliding down her cheeks as Kahycee encompassed her buttocks.  The bound girl felt a thick tendril poke into her cunt, the member writhing like a snake within her warm vagina.  Jen's eyes snapped open when the demon pierced through her hymen, a cloud of blood emerging from her pussy to float within the slime creature's transparent body.  Kahycee flowed over Jen's panting breasts, her nipples burning from the demon's slick embrace.  Jen opened her mouth to groan loudly, her cunt melting from her ravager's attentions.  Kahycee stopped absorbing Jen at the base of her neck.  A green pod emerged from his trembling mass, extending to lightly touch Jen's pursed lips.  The tip of the pod pressed against Jen's mouth until the girl unwillingly opened her jaws, allowing the pod to slide wetly down her throat.  Jen moaned around the gagging, glistening probe, her brown hair greasy with the demon's filth while it pumped a shaft in and out of her pussy, filling her once virgin womb.
 
The large dim room was filled with moans as Alisa, Kisa, and Desiree orgasmed, their honey drained out of their pussies into the demon's hungry form. Kahycee's quivering mass glowed with jade light as it withdrew its three tentacles from the gasping girls' naked bodies.  A small tendril extended to caress Jen's gleaming left cheek while she sucked on the thick tendril between her soft lips.  The naked girl's wrists chaffed in their leather restraints as the demon thrust powerfully into her cunt, ramming inside her again and again until she climaxed helplessly.  Jen's warm juices were extracted from her vagina, clouding the interior of Kahycee's body even more until the demon's once transparent green hued form was dark with its collected cum and blood.
 
Kahycee slid off of Jen's bound body, slithering off the platform to taste the unconscious Elle with an elongated limb.
 
"Release Jen," ordered Kahycee, poking his tendril between Elle's limp legs.
 
Alisa rose from the floor, massaging her bruised throat while she ascended the summoning platform to unfasten Jen from her wrist bonds.  Jen collapsed onto her butt, rubbing her aching wrists but keeping her wet eyes on the flowing demonic form.
 
"I'm going to let you go, Jen, but I'm assigning a guardian to you," said Kahycee, spitting out a tiny red maggot from its oily body.  The little slug crawled quickly up the platform to where Jen sat in shock, slithering up her bare leg, over her slime-stained back, and into her short mass of brown hair.
 
"My guardian will not harm you unless you try to bring attention to me or my new lair here.  I will also communicate with you through it.  If I summon you, you will come.  If you do not, the guardian will make sure that you obey.  Do you understand?"
 
"Yes," replied Jen, her neck tickling with revulsion at the thought of the red maggot nesting  on her body.
 
"You may go," said Kahycee, his probe dipping into Elle's pussy, the girl moaning softly in response.
 
Jen quickly gathered her torn clothing around her exposed breasts, fleeing the musky room while Alisa, Kisa, and Desiree watched with malicious amusement. Roaring music broke the silence inside the chamber as Jen flung open the door and dived into the writhing mass of female dancers still gyrating on the huge dance floor.
 
"Bring me more pussy," commanded Kahycee, pseudopods rolling Elle's unconscious body onto her belly, his engorged tentacle probe trickling green slime over the girl's bare ass as it slithered into her tight pussy slit. *************************

Arcadia
by PJ
 
 
Chapter 3
 
It was nearly dawn when Jen finally reached her home.  She unlocked the front door as quietly as she could, tiptoeing upstairs to her bedroom.  She collapsed onto her soft bed, hurling her ripped clothing across the floor.  The naked girl wrapped herself in her bedspread, shivering with shock from her nightmarish experience in Arcadia.
 
"Jen?  Wake up!  Time to get ready for school!" shouted the girl's mother from downstairs.  Jen moaned in despair, squeezing her eyes shut at the thought of going to classes after everything that happened.  Unwilling to tell her mother the truth, Jen slowly climbed off of her bed.  She let the bedspread fall from her slim body as she trudged to her bathroom for a hot shower.  Jen gratefully let the steaming water wash the slime from her pink skin.  She rubbed the ichor from her brown hair, lathering her mane energetically with shampoo. After bathing and brushing her teeth, Jen put on a clean white blouse and pleated blue skirt over a fresh bra and white cotton panties.  She tugged on white knee socks, then covered her feet in a pair of polished brown shoes.  Jen looked in her mirror while combing out her hair, her face reflected none of the horrors she had experienced beyond a slight strain around the eyes.  Jen applied a thin gloss to her pink lips, then grabbed her backpack and quickly left her disheveled bedroom.
 
"Are you hungry, dear?" asked Jen's mother distractedly, stuffing papers into her briefcase.
 
"No, Mom."
 
"We better leave so you'll make it to class on time," replied Jen's mother, herding Jen out of the entry foyer before locking the door behind them.  Jen rode to school quietly, her mother's mind already at the office as they drove. As Jen's mom drove away after dropping the girl off, Jen stood at the curb, gazing up the steps that led to the school's wide double doors.  Streams of students were already filing in when Jen finally gathered the resolve to go inside.
 
Jen was walking down the main hall between afternoon classes when a strong hand grasped her left arm and yanked her into the darkened boy's locker room.
 
"Hey, Jen.  You're looking fine today," leered Dain, one of the first string players of Jen's school's football team.
 
"Let me go, Dain!" protested Jen, trying ineffectually to break the burly boy's grip.
 
"Don't you know it's an honor to fuck one of the all city champions, bitch?" snapped Dain, pulling Jen deeper into the locker room, then pushing her down onto one of the benches.
 
"I'll scream, asshole!" snarled Jen, blocking Dain's hands while he attempted to unbutton her blouse.
 
"Nobody will believe you over one of the school's heroes," smiled Dain cruelly, pressing Jen's face between his palms before crushing his mouth over hers.  Jen groaned loudly beneath Dain's lips, her small hands pushing against his wide chest as he moved his right hand under her skirt and fondled the front of her panties.
 
"Just lay back and enjoy it, whore," suggested Dain, unbuttoning Jen's blouse before yanking off her right bra cup and sucking her tit with his hungry mouth. Jen whimpered softly, Dain's strong left arm pressed over her throat.  He snapped open her bra with his right hand, dropping it to the locker room floor while he moved to her left breast, gnawing on her nipple until it grew hard. Dain's hand returned to Jen's panties, sliding beneath them to stroke her soft cunt.  Jen moaned while Dain massaged her pussy lips, one of his fingers sliding up and down her cervix until it became wet from the stimulation.
 
Dain squeezed Jen's right tit painfully as he unfastened his pants clumsily. Pulling Jen's legs apart, Dain shoved himself into the prone girl's pussy, his crotch slapping against hers, his shaft plunging deep into her belly.  Jen lay on the bench like a broken doll, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her mouth open and slack as her attacker fondled her soft tits and rammed in and out of her moist vagina.
 
A soft hiss shocked Jen out of her paralyzation.  She looked down from the ceiling towards Dain's snarling face just as a thick, glistening red worm appeared from under her head and extended forward towards the humping jock. Dain's eyes grew wide when the bloated worm wrapped itself around his neck, shutting off his supply of oxygen.  Dain pulled out of Jen, grasping the fat slug draped over his shoulders, his face turning blue while the worm contracted around his throat.  Dain reached out to Jen for help just before his head popped off like a cork from a bottle.
A stream of blood gushed from Dain's open neck as his severed head bounced off the bench to lay in a pool of gore on the floor.  Jen crawled away from the headless corpse when it fell limply onto the bench.  The engorged red worm shrank back to its former size, slithering back into her hair in an eye blink. Jen gasped for air, the room thick with the smell of blood.  She replaced her bra and re-buttoned her blouse, adjusting her pleated skirt before stumbling out of the rank locker room.
 
 
"You've had a busy day," observed Desiree, walking up behind Jen as the girl watched EMS personnel wheel Dain's covered stretcher down the front stairs of the school.
 
"He..attacked me.  Kahycee's guardian killed him," whispered Jen, her eyes shining with unshed tears.
 
"See?  Our master is looking out for you.  You should feel honored," smiled Desiree, placing her hand softly over Jen's right shoulder.
 
"That's what Dain said," replied Jen bitterly.
 
"Jen!  Are you okay?" asked Elle, running up to join the two girls.
 
"She's fine.  Her guardian had to protect her virtue," giggled Desiree.
 
"Fuck off, Des.  Can't you see Jen is upset?"
 
"Bitch," snapped Desiree, her eyes flashing as she left Jen with Elle.
 
"What do you want?" asked Jen dully, her eyes focused on the ambulance as it drove away.
 
"I can help you with your problem," said Elle urgently, her gaze flicking nervously to the back of Jen's head.
 
"Why should you?  I thought you were one of them," retorted Jen, looking at Elle accusingly.
 
"I can't explain here.  Go to Madame Sarika's Magic Shop, I'll give you the full scoop there.  Will you meet me there?"
 
"Okay," sighed Jen, rubbing her eyes.  "I'll be there after dinner tonight."
 
"Cool," smiled Elle, squeezing Jen's right arm reassuringly before walking quickly back to the school entrance.
 
"What have I got to lose?" whispered Jen to herself, her pussy still sore from Dain's cruel attentions.
 
 
Reina walked down the length of Arcadia's dance floor, opening each of the doors spaced along the walls, making sure her patrons had not done too much damage in their frenzied revels.  One of the doors along the far wall seemed stuck until the raven-maned woman smacked it with her left shoulder.  When the door opened, a powerful wave of musk and filth washed over Reina's face, making her nearly gag with revulsion.
 
"What the fuck did those little bitches do in here?" gagged Reina angrily, stepping into the dark, humid interior.  The beautiful club owner's eyes widened in surprise and horror at the sight.
Black-green slime draped over every surface in the room.  It bubbled in pools in corners and over the platforms, it dripped thickly from the ceiling to steam in wide puddles upon the floor.  Two naked girls lay stretched out on two of the chamber's grill-surfaced platforms, their alluring young bodies glistening with the sticky ichor.  Each girl had a single green tentacle between her legs, the tendril writhing obscenely inside their warm cunts.
 
"We need to rent out this room..ugh!..for an extended period of time," gasped Alisa, her long golden hair plastered to her skull by the gel-like green slime.
 
Reina slowly backed towards the room's exit, spinning around to face a growing green pillar of slime that blocked her escape.
 
"Another sweet pussy to savor," growled Kahycee while Reina screamed in terror.  The demon slammed the open door shut with a pseudopod, two more tendrils leaping from nearby pools to wrap around Reina's arms.
 
"No!" screamed Reina while a slick tentacle snapped around her neck, yanking her back towards the platform where Kisa lay, her legs outspread as a thick tentacle rolled inside her pussy.
 
"Yummy!" purred Kisa, her nose ring gleaming, her bare arms stretched forward to accept the struggling woman.  The tendrils around Reina's arms dragged her across the slick platform until she lay in front of Kisa.  The young red-haired girl untied Reina's black leather vest and slid it off, then pulled down the woman's tight matching shorts.  Kisa left on Reina's black fishnet stockings and polished black jackboots.  Reina lay on her back, held down by the oily tentacles around her arms and neck.  Kisa slowly leaned down to nibble on Reina's large right breast, her teeth rubbing over the woman's brown nipple. The girl dipped her hand into a warm puddle of Kahycee's body, applying the oozing fluid across Reina's smooth, flat stomach.
 
"Feels good, doesn't it?" giggled Kisa, licking the dark slime from her delicate fingers.  She smeared the slime over her pouting lips before bending over to kiss Reina hard on the mouth.  Reina moaned, disgusted as Kisa pried her mouth open with a tongue to let some of the slime slide into her throat. Kisa fondled Reina's tits, her mouth sucking lewdly over her naked victim's lips.  Kisa slid down Reina's body, running her small hands over the bound woman's tits and sticky belly.  She spread open Reina's long legs, holding them while small green tendrils wrapped around Reina's ankles.  Kisa pressed her mouth against Reina's pussy, gnawing on the woman's clit.  Reina groaned despite herself, her crotch becoming hot as Kisa pulled on her labia folds with gentle lips.
 
"Umm..nice and wet," murmured Kisa with a lewd grin, lowering her head between Reina's upraised thighs to lick the bound woman's trembling slit.  Moist slurping sounds echoed in Reina's ears as Kisa devoured her prisoner's cunt, pushing her mouth and nose into the musky pink orifice in front of her.
 
"Stop it!  It feels so good," panted Reina, her right cheek resting in a pool of the warm green slime.  Kisa increased the force of her cunt licking, her head bobbing up and down over Reina's crotch as she spread the naked woman's pussy open and rammed her tongue into the clenching pink hole of Reina's vagina.
 
Reina's hips shook, her thighs quivered as a strong orgasm built inside her. Kisa kept slurping on Reina's cunt until the woman climaxed, spurts of honey arcing from her pussy onto Kisa's slime covered face.  Kisa collected Reina's cum on her tongue, eagerly drinking the naked woman's juices.  Reina lay limply in her bonds, the tentacles around her arms, ankles and neck sliding slowly over her hot skin, caressing her creamy white flesh.
 
"So, can we stay?" smiled Kisa, touching Reina's flushed cheeks with her small hands.
 
"Yes, oh yes!" gasped Reina, kissing Kisa passionately on the mouth. **************************

Arcadia
by PJ
 
Chapter 4
 
 
          Friday night, after a quick supper with her mother, Jen shouldered her small pack and took the car downtown.  Searching the shops along the boulevard, Jen parked along the sidewalk in front of Madame Sarika's Magic Shop.  Glancing from side to side briefly, Jen hesitantly opened the shop door, setting a small bell above the doorframe chiming.
 
"Blessed be," wished a slim woman in her mid-thirties with long black hair tied in an ornate ponytail.
 
"I'm supposed to meet a girl named Elle here," said Jen nervously.
 
"She's in the backroom.  You both can use it for as long as you wish," smiled Madame Sarika warmly.
 
"Uh, thanks," grinned Jen uneasily, walking swiftly across the small shop to the draped doorway in the back.
 
"Glad you made it, Jen," grinned Elle, motioning for the wary girl to sit opposite her around a small circular table covered with a rich red silk tablecloth.
 
"So, what did you want to see me for?" asked Jen abruptly.
 
"You don't trust me, and I don't blame you," began Elle.  "But you're going to have to if you want to rid yourself of Kahycee."
 
"How do I do that?"
 
"You're going to have to fuck him again."
 
"I'm leaving," snapped Jen, rising sharply to her feet.
 
"Just wait a second, dammit!" retorted Elle.  "Let me finish!"
 
Jen sat back down, her eyebrows raised skeptically.
 
"You need to apply this ointment to your pussy.  When Kahycee drains your cum, the ointment will mix with it, repelling him and severing his link with you. You are his anchor with this world, if you can break his hold, he'll have to return to wherever he came from."
 
"Isn't Kahycee's little guardian relaying all this to him?" inquired Jen, pointing at the back of her neck.
 
"No, Madame Sarika cast a protective spell around this room, any demon entering it falls into a deep sleep."
 
"Cool," nodded Jen in understanding.
 
"Here's the ointment.  Go to Arcadia tonight and flirt with Kahycee.  He purposely sent you away as a safety measure, but he can't resist pussy, he'll take you without a second thought."
 
"Why do you want to get rid of Kahycee?" asked Jen suspiciously.
 
"I thought it would be sexy to fuck a demon, but he's..so horrible and disgusting..I.. couldn't bear it when he touched me," admitted Elle, tears escaping down her pale cheeks.
 
"I'll get rid of that monster," smiled Jen, patting Elle's quivering shoulder. "Don't worry."
 
 
"Ah, this is the life," sighed Kahycee with contentment, bubbling happily while he rammed a thick tentacle into the ass of the kneeling auburn haired girl in front of him.  She rested on hands and knees, moaning deeply as the slime demon filled her vagina with his slick member, a second tentacle wrapped around her neck, oozing dark green goo over her right cheek.
 
"Where's Elle?" inquired Alisa, fondling the small tits of a young girl suspended against one of the walls, held in place by a crusty web of hardened slime.
 
"Said she had an errand to run,' replied Kisa, groaning while a girl with a dog collar around her neck slowly licked up her moist pussy.  Desiree knelt behind the lapping girl, probing the naked female's cunt with two plunging fingers.
 
"I want her," rumbled Kahycee, thrusting the head of the tentacle around his victim's throat into her gasping mouth.
 
"Why don't you play with me instead, lover," purred Jen, her body resting against the open doorway.
 
Kahycee shuddered with excitement at Jen's husky voice, abruptly pushing the girl in front of him off to the side.  Jen licked her red painted lips, swaying her shapely hips, the pleats of her skirt swishing hypnotically.  She slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, revealing the red lace bra beneath it.
 
"Master, you shouldn't," warned Alisa, turning away from her plaything.
 
"Silence, slut!  I do as I please!" shouted Kahycee, slapping the blonde girl off her feet with a snap of a tentacle.
 
"Put your nice slick cock inside me," begged Jen, kneeling in front of the slime demon's now completely black mass, its oily skin churning with arousal.
 
"So sweet," growled Kahycee softly, sliding a thin glistening black tendril around Jen's delicate neck.  The small red worm in Jen's hair hopped back into its master's body as Kahycee extended another tentacle between Jen's tits, snapping her red bra open deftly.  Jen arched her back, moaning with pleasure while Kahycee rubbed the tip of his tentacle over her nipples, leaving thin trails of slime that dripped off the tips of her soft breasts.
 
"You make me feel so good," groaned Jen, taking the head of the tentacle coiled around her neck, placing it lovingly between her sensuous lips.  Kahycee growled with bliss as Jen sucked on his throbbing tendril, slime oozing from her mouth to slide down her chin. 
 
A third tentacle probed beneath Jen's skirt, rubbing between her slim thighs before soaking through her panties to ooze up her vagina into her womb.  Jen moaned loudly around the tentacle in her mouth, grasping her tits with both hands to crush the writhing tentacle laying between them.
Kahycee flowed around Jen, lifting her off her knees, supporting her with his body so that she faced upwards, her legs spread apart, the front of her panties dissolved so that more of the slime demon's member could stuff itself into her cunt, her cervix forced open to the limit.  Jen lay limply back against her demon lover, her arms outstretched, engulfed by the thick black sludge.  She sucked wantonly on the tentacle inside her mouth, her cheeks taut while warm goo dripped down her throat.
 
Jen's hips shook with each thrust of Kahycee's tentacle into her pussy.  His member pulsed with obscene life, the shaft of slime expanding and contracting as it pumped its sticky cream into Jen's warm belly.  The tentacle inside Jen's mouth popped out so the girl could scream out her orgasm.  A spurt of pale fluid erupted from Jen's cunt, quickly devoured by Kahycee's dark bloated body. Kahycee roared in agony, hurling Jen's body away from him, pulling all of his tendrils back into his contorting mass.  The pentagram inscribed on the center platform of the room exploded with light, a vortex of fire opening to some hellish dimension.  Kahycee screamed with loss, slowly oozing against his will towards the yawning portal.
 
"Master!" shouted Alisa, her face shocked as she watched Kahycee begin to disappear within the crackling gateway.
 
"I will not be alone again!" swore Kahycee, lashing out with dripping black tendrils, catching Alisa, Kisa, and Desiree within his moist grip.  The three girls screamed in terror, tearing vainly at their slimy bonds as they were sucked into the vortex with their demonic master.  The vortex closed with a dull crack, leaving the room dark and silent. 
 
Jen picked herself up from the floor, idly wiping slime off of her panting breasts.  She watched as the bonds holding several girls prisoner melted away, depositing the unconscious girls on the stained floor.
 
"Is he gone?" whispered Elle, peeking around the slightly open door.
 
"Yep.  Your ointment worked like a charm," smiled Jen, buttoning her wet blouse shut.
 
"Whew!  Good!  Madame Sarika wasn't sure that it would work with a demon like him."
 
"What!  You little bitch!" exclaimed Jen, laughing as she chased after Elle.
 
The End.