Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

In which, in celebration of Halloween, I try to write Hentai. Warning, if sex, bugs, or tentacles freak you out, you should really skip this post entirely. It’s also far from my best writing.

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It was dark in the corridor. Too dark to see more than a few inches in front of my face. My friends had gotten far enough ahead of me that I couldn’t make out their shapes, and I cursed the fit of whimsy that had made me agree to go into the haunted mansion. I hate haunted houses. Horror movies do nothing for me, and I firmly believe that if fear isn’t going to be a prelude to sex then it can stay the hell out of my psyche. Still, when I turned the corner and the hands reached out of the wall behind me, I screamed, and the sound was swallowed, utterly, in the velvety blanket of the dark.

I don’t know why I noticed it, given that there were fingers wrapped around my biceps, wrists, and ankles, but the way my voice was eaten by the air felt wrong. It was unnatural. My scream should have bounced along the hallway the way it had when the skeleton swung across the entry way or the actor dressed like a goblin stuck his head out of the stomach of a plastic corpse. Instead it was sucked away into silence. I screamed again, as I felt the hands dragging me backwards into the black, and it must have been my imagination but I swear I saw the night itself come and soothe the sound away.

Quiet. Everywhere quiet. The darkness now was complete, and I began to struggle against the implacable hands that were dragging me back into the warm, dense night.

“Sssssstop,” I heard. The syllables slid straight into my brain and I couldn’t move. Something large moved up behind me, too warm, too big to be human, and I shuddered. The hands tightened on my limbs and, as my fear grew, my body began to react to the combination of touch and terror and I began to feel slick dampness forming between my thighs. “Oh yessssss,” the voice continued, “thisss one will sssserve,” and my spine twitched as a long, rough, sandpaper dry tongue rasped across the top of my spine. “Thisss one will sssserve very well.”

The hands, all six of them, pulled me back against the figure behind me. I felt its skin writhe, and then I felt myself covered in thousands of little crawling feet. I screamed and screamed again, the sound eaten by the darkness the second it left my throat, as what seemed like thousands of bugs crawled across my skin and devoured my clothing, occasionally getting carried away in their hunger and taking a bite of the pale flesh beneath. They were everywhere, and it seemed like hours of horror passed before I was left naked and mewling in the being’s arms, spots of blood clinging to my skin like paint, as I felt them swarm back over me and into the creature they had come from.

My body twitched repeatedly as that same sandpaper tongue licked up the drops of blood, leaving raw angry patches of skin behind. It rasped once, in passing, between my legs, and I realized to my horror that there was part of me that was actually enjoying this nightmare. As I shivered and began to cry, the tongue moved up to taste my tears, and I felt something in the creature behind me begin to shift. What I had thought were hands around my ankles began to slide, and twine, and shift their way up my legs, wrapping me like snakes. The skin that covered them was rough, abrasive, but they seemed to secrete some sort of slime that helped them drag their way along my flesh. I felt one slide, burning, inside my cunt, and as it did I screamed and came. It pulsed inside me and swelled to fill me as I felt the other tentacle push inside me from behind.

They moved inside me and I cried out, over and over. Each time it felt like they were sucking more of the liquid warmth from inside my body, and as tears poured down my face they were devoured too. When it felt like there was nothing left inside me, no energy, no moisture, barely even any life, the creature withdrew, and as it departed I shuddered again on the floor.

Suddenly, I could hear myself crying.