iandaman7777777
12-07-2007, 8:43 PM
**I decided to take the traditional fs story, and give it a twist; I like to consider myself the Rob Zombie of fs stories; feedback on this story is what I'm looking for, so if it's interesting, let me know and you'll have a part 2**
Glancing once into the mirror at her deep blue eyes and her long auburn hair cascading down her back, Kim gave herself another quick look; she knew that Colin was going to be coming over later that night. Normally, he wouldn’t, as it was in the middle of exams and all, but her parents were going to her father’s boss’s place for a dinner or something, so tonight he made her a promise that he would be there to take care of her. She wore a tight tube top that let her amazing boobs be portrayed in all their glory, leading down to her tight jeans which were encasing the most beautiful, full ass you could ever imagine. She was gifted with this body, she didn’t really know where it came from as her mother was a rather portly woman, but she wasn’t complaining… at 157 pounds, why should she complain.
“The circumstances weren’t similar Tom, they were the same. The man’s head was shrunk. Now, whether if this was the cruel work of an ancient voodoo tribe or some other mysterious force of nature at work here, we are establishing a neighborhood curfew to be put into effect immediately.” The camera quickly moved from Kathy back to Tom again; “This, of course will come as a great inconvenience to many. The loss of two lives, however, in such a small span of time is leading us to believe that a serial killer, possibly one who practices witchcraft is at large. The curfew will be in effect at nine o’clock every night, until further notice.”
Kim pressed the button on the remote and her eyes were met with the second victim’s face, or what was left of it. It was true what they said on the news; being compared to the man’s old portrait on the right side of the screen and the gruesome image on the left, it was impossible to tell that both images were of the same person. Not only had the head shrunk to one quarter of its original size, but the eyes were no more, having collapsed as if from some intensified pressure on his face. His ears had become flattened against the side of his face and his teeth, all but a few, had crumbled from his mouth. “Funeral services will be held for Peter Sellick this Friday.” The reporter’s words broke Kim from her trance. “Alright, sweet pea, we’re just heading out…” exclaimed Mr. Michaels as he walked into the den. “Dad, please don’t go, are you watching this stuff on the news. There was a second victim killed two nights ago, they found his body in the alleyway near the store. That’s only a ten minute walk from here!” The dad gave a worried look towards his daughter; “I understand that sweety but your wife and I made these plans with my boss weeks ago; it’d be in bad character for me to cancel a half hour before. Just stay inside and you’ll be just fine.” Kim’s watery eyes almost made him change his mind, but for once, in a long time, he didn’t crumble to his daughters wishes. “Avery is just across the street okay? Your mother and I have already called him and he knows you’ll be by yourself for the next couple of hours. He’ll be over to check on you later on tonight so don’t worry.” “But Dad!” cried Kimberly but it was too late, he’d already turned and made his way towards the front door where Sheryl was waiting. “We’ll be home as soon as we can dear okay…” and with a kiss on her daughters cheek, Sheryl turned to the door and followed Paul out the front door and into the windy, dreary night.
Was that the backdoor opening? Were they footsteps, really small footsteps… the man was going to kill her; she stood paralyzed in the hallway, inches away from the back landing, where the creepy sound was coming from. She slowly blinked, being prepared for the worse, when it happened; she screamed once, throwing her arms up in front of her face and fell to the ground. The monster was now scurrying towards her face; screaming one last time she felt the razor sharp teeth bite the side of her face. Or was that a tongue? Opening up her eyes her cat turned and walked back towards its food dish. “Jasmine, don’t do that…” She had just been frightened by her cat, she must be losing it. Walking back across the deserted hallway, she reached the window, and peered out. The curtains at Mr. Avery’s house quickly drew shut. Was he spying on her? She always knew he was creepy; making her way around the house once more, to make sure the doors and windows were locked, she snuggled up on the couch, turned on an episode of The AC and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
A loud boom of thunder woke her up. Groggily, she stumbled to her feet and approached the light switch in the dark and flicked it on, then off, then on again; no electricity… perfect. Walking towards the dining room, she reached up and opened the cupboard door and withdrew the flashlight. Flicking it on, a bright beam of light illuminated the chairs, causing weird shadows to jump all over the wall. She walked back to the den and was beginning to get comfortable on the sofa again, when a loud bang from the kitchen made her jump, she bolted upright, flashlight still in hand and slowly began walking down the hall. She was inches away from the backdoor landing; she stuck out her hand to turn the knob, when she felt herself trip on something and fall to the ground with a thud. Rubbing the pain away, she slowly put the flashlight on whatever it was she had tripped over, when she saw it. Her cat, it was dead; it’s head crushed to the size of a cherry; it’s shiny eyes were now two small pebble shaped holes. Screaming she got up and stumbled down the hall before she passed out and fell to the ground, once again.
“Kim! Oh god, Kim wake up!” She slowly blinked a couple times and looked up to see Colin looking back at her; “here, get up”, he said as he helped her to her feet and helped her walk towards the sofa where they sat down, in a huddled position. “Jasmine.. Jasmine!” cried Kimberly into Colin’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay,” said Colin, “I won’t leave until your parents get home; you’ll be safe. I won’t leave you… I won’t leave you…” Those were the last words Kim heard before she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Her weird dreams were interrupted by the tap of her mothers finger on her lower back; “Mom?” Kim asked groggily as she went to sit up from the couch but she couldn’t, something was keeping her frozen to the couch; some unexplained pleasure. Attempting to get up once more caused her to give out a shrill scream. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the source of her excitement. Colin’s head was completely enveloped by her ass. Each time she went to get up, it only gyrated her hips, causing his head to further slip inside her ass. Her cheeks almost seemed to be two times bigger, they were stretching around his head, pressing his head harder and harder against her anus. A muffled cry emanated from Colin’s body, but that only caused Kim’s tender rosebud to quiver in delight, and almost seemed to suck his face in a little more and a little more, until his mouth was practically fused with her asshole. Reaching back one more time, in an attempt to pry Colin’s head out of her ass’s vice like grasp, her ass trembled uncontrollably, and absorbed his face even deeper into her brownness. She was killing him, oh my god, she was actually killing him… and she didn’t care. Something seemed to click in her mind, that her pleasure was ten times worth the safety of this miserable puke. Jasmine had tried to get in the way of her pleasure and look at what had come of that stupid thing. All of a sudden, Kim felt Colin’s tongue shoot forward, as if by some unexplainable vacuum; it kept pushing and prodding until his tongue had completely entered the hungry butt hole of Kim; his teeth, in turn, had been pressed tightly into the rim of her ass. Her lovely cum, seeping into her crack and lubricating the imprisoned face. The shriek, that exploded from Kim, honestly, could have woken every single person in her neighborhood. She felt the brittle head of Colin crunch into a baseball sized lump. His head was then thrown from Kim’s asshole, with a loud pop, as his body was thrown back about five feet and landed with a thud on the floor of the den.
A loud rapping on the door caused her to stumble to the floor and she began crawling towards the noise. “Kim! Kim, are you okay? I heard someone scream.” Looking back over her shoulder at the lifeless form on the floor that had once been her boyfriend and then down the hall at her mummified cat, she slowly turned her head back towards the door… the grin on her face growing wider and wider. “Everything’s fine Avery, come on in.”
Glancing once into the mirror at her deep blue eyes and her long auburn hair cascading down her back, Kim gave herself another quick look; she knew that Colin was going to be coming over later that night. Normally, he wouldn’t, as it was in the middle of exams and all, but her parents were going to her father’s boss’s place for a dinner or something, so tonight he made her a promise that he would be there to take care of her. She wore a tight tube top that let her amazing boobs be portrayed in all their glory, leading down to her tight jeans which were encasing the most beautiful, full ass you could ever imagine. She was gifted with this body, she didn’t really know where it came from as her mother was a rather portly woman, but she wasn’t complaining… at 157 pounds, why should she complain.
“The circumstances weren’t similar Tom, they were the same. The man’s head was shrunk. Now, whether if this was the cruel work of an ancient voodoo tribe or some other mysterious force of nature at work here, we are establishing a neighborhood curfew to be put into effect immediately.” The camera quickly moved from Kathy back to Tom again; “This, of course will come as a great inconvenience to many. The loss of two lives, however, in such a small span of time is leading us to believe that a serial killer, possibly one who practices witchcraft is at large. The curfew will be in effect at nine o’clock every night, until further notice.”
Kim pressed the button on the remote and her eyes were met with the second victim’s face, or what was left of it. It was true what they said on the news; being compared to the man’s old portrait on the right side of the screen and the gruesome image on the left, it was impossible to tell that both images were of the same person. Not only had the head shrunk to one quarter of its original size, but the eyes were no more, having collapsed as if from some intensified pressure on his face. His ears had become flattened against the side of his face and his teeth, all but a few, had crumbled from his mouth. “Funeral services will be held for Peter Sellick this Friday.” The reporter’s words broke Kim from her trance. “Alright, sweet pea, we’re just heading out…” exclaimed Mr. Michaels as he walked into the den. “Dad, please don’t go, are you watching this stuff on the news. There was a second victim killed two nights ago, they found his body in the alleyway near the store. That’s only a ten minute walk from here!” The dad gave a worried look towards his daughter; “I understand that sweety but your wife and I made these plans with my boss weeks ago; it’d be in bad character for me to cancel a half hour before. Just stay inside and you’ll be just fine.” Kim’s watery eyes almost made him change his mind, but for once, in a long time, he didn’t crumble to his daughters wishes. “Avery is just across the street okay? Your mother and I have already called him and he knows you’ll be by yourself for the next couple of hours. He’ll be over to check on you later on tonight so don’t worry.” “But Dad!” cried Kimberly but it was too late, he’d already turned and made his way towards the front door where Sheryl was waiting. “We’ll be home as soon as we can dear okay…” and with a kiss on her daughters cheek, Sheryl turned to the door and followed Paul out the front door and into the windy, dreary night.
Was that the backdoor opening? Were they footsteps, really small footsteps… the man was going to kill her; she stood paralyzed in the hallway, inches away from the back landing, where the creepy sound was coming from. She slowly blinked, being prepared for the worse, when it happened; she screamed once, throwing her arms up in front of her face and fell to the ground. The monster was now scurrying towards her face; screaming one last time she felt the razor sharp teeth bite the side of her face. Or was that a tongue? Opening up her eyes her cat turned and walked back towards its food dish. “Jasmine, don’t do that…” She had just been frightened by her cat, she must be losing it. Walking back across the deserted hallway, she reached the window, and peered out. The curtains at Mr. Avery’s house quickly drew shut. Was he spying on her? She always knew he was creepy; making her way around the house once more, to make sure the doors and windows were locked, she snuggled up on the couch, turned on an episode of The AC and drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
A loud boom of thunder woke her up. Groggily, she stumbled to her feet and approached the light switch in the dark and flicked it on, then off, then on again; no electricity… perfect. Walking towards the dining room, she reached up and opened the cupboard door and withdrew the flashlight. Flicking it on, a bright beam of light illuminated the chairs, causing weird shadows to jump all over the wall. She walked back to the den and was beginning to get comfortable on the sofa again, when a loud bang from the kitchen made her jump, she bolted upright, flashlight still in hand and slowly began walking down the hall. She was inches away from the backdoor landing; she stuck out her hand to turn the knob, when she felt herself trip on something and fall to the ground with a thud. Rubbing the pain away, she slowly put the flashlight on whatever it was she had tripped over, when she saw it. Her cat, it was dead; it’s head crushed to the size of a cherry; it’s shiny eyes were now two small pebble shaped holes. Screaming she got up and stumbled down the hall before she passed out and fell to the ground, once again.
“Kim! Oh god, Kim wake up!” She slowly blinked a couple times and looked up to see Colin looking back at her; “here, get up”, he said as he helped her to her feet and helped her walk towards the sofa where they sat down, in a huddled position. “Jasmine.. Jasmine!” cried Kimberly into Colin’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay,” said Colin, “I won’t leave until your parents get home; you’ll be safe. I won’t leave you… I won’t leave you…” Those were the last words Kim heard before she drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Her weird dreams were interrupted by the tap of her mothers finger on her lower back; “Mom?” Kim asked groggily as she went to sit up from the couch but she couldn’t, something was keeping her frozen to the couch; some unexplained pleasure. Attempting to get up once more caused her to give out a shrill scream. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the source of her excitement. Colin’s head was completely enveloped by her ass. Each time she went to get up, it only gyrated her hips, causing his head to further slip inside her ass. Her cheeks almost seemed to be two times bigger, they were stretching around his head, pressing his head harder and harder against her anus. A muffled cry emanated from Colin’s body, but that only caused Kim’s tender rosebud to quiver in delight, and almost seemed to suck his face in a little more and a little more, until his mouth was practically fused with her asshole. Reaching back one more time, in an attempt to pry Colin’s head out of her ass’s vice like grasp, her ass trembled uncontrollably, and absorbed his face even deeper into her brownness. She was killing him, oh my god, she was actually killing him… and she didn’t care. Something seemed to click in her mind, that her pleasure was ten times worth the safety of this miserable puke. Jasmine had tried to get in the way of her pleasure and look at what had come of that stupid thing. All of a sudden, Kim felt Colin’s tongue shoot forward, as if by some unexplainable vacuum; it kept pushing and prodding until his tongue had completely entered the hungry butt hole of Kim; his teeth, in turn, had been pressed tightly into the rim of her ass. Her lovely cum, seeping into her crack and lubricating the imprisoned face. The shriek, that exploded from Kim, honestly, could have woken every single person in her neighborhood. She felt the brittle head of Colin crunch into a baseball sized lump. His head was then thrown from Kim’s asshole, with a loud pop, as his body was thrown back about five feet and landed with a thud on the floor of the den.
A loud rapping on the door caused her to stumble to the floor and she began crawling towards the noise. “Kim! Kim, are you okay? I heard someone scream.” Looking back over her shoulder at the lifeless form on the floor that had once been her boyfriend and then down the hall at her mummified cat, she slowly turned her head back towards the door… the grin on her face growing wider and wider. “Everything’s fine Avery, come on in.”