Vile – Chapter 3 – Nightmare by SinfulOblivionII

What had felt an eternity passed since the two of them had rescued her, a buxom young woman with golden hair they had come to address as Sunflower, and in all that time she had not spoken so much as a single word to either of them. The fiery haired Lily had a seemingly endless array of questions and comments to barrage her new friend with, in some vain attempt at getting so much as a peep from her; it was to the point that the towering Carna had begun to ignore it, taking only moments to glance back from her lead to ensure their security, as she made her way through the dark forest. In all the time they wandered very little had occurred in such an unfamiliar and uncomfortable place, and it was this continual peace that had finally made the three women comfortable enough to decide to take rest in the alcove of a large boulder-like ivory structure overlooking a distant luminous heap of dust. Though she had seemed traumatized and tormented from her recent assault, Sunflower appeared strangely comfortable with her new companions, perfectly content to huddle close to Lily against the back of the alcove in the red haired girl’s embrace. Carna took a more obvious position at the front of the opening, her long legs stretched across the entrance with her sturdy frame propped against the side, as if presenting herself as a barrier to the outside world to protect the others.”…Maybe she won’t talk because you do all the speaking for her.” Carna nodded her head towards the now sleeping Sunflower, gazing in Lily’s direction as she spoke with a subtly light-hearted tone. “Hey!” Lily spoke up in protest, “I’m just trying to get some life outta her! She’s gotta start opening up to us! She can’t ke-…” “Lily, I was joking.” The muscular woman shifted slightly, in posture as well as tone, “We have been through much, her especially so… give her time.” The red head whimpered lightly at this reality, turning her attention to the sleeping girl beside her and delicately stroking her golden hair, “I’m just worried about her… what if she’s just bottling it up and letting it eat her up inside?” A strong hand reached out to Lily’s soft, pale thigh and squeezed lovingly, “We all deal with things in our own way… this is fresh, Lily. Let it be fresh. In time I am sure she will speak.” Lily’s hand gripped the back of Carna’s as a fragile smile crossed her face beneath the mask that hid it. She knew it was unrealistic to expect someone in Sunflower’s position to warm up to them so quickly; Carna was right, it would take time, but it gnawed at her all the same. “So Carna… why here?” “Here?” The dark skinned woman’s head tilted slightly at the question, causing Lily to giggle softly, “Yeah… this rock… thing? Why not over there where there’s light?” Carna leaned back against the ivory formation for support, “Light is why.” Lily fell silent, pondering the response but ultimately telling herself she understood. Silence fell upon the three of them, and soon Lily and Carna joined Sunflower in slumber.

Had the trees always been so tall here? Had their trunks been so spindly and stretched in such a twisted manner so high into the maddening darkness above? The girl with golden hair stood alone deep within an unknown woods, familiar to her yet so hauntingly mysterious; she gazed upon the endless snowstorm of dust blanketing the grass below so thickly it could hardly be seen and wondered if it had always been so bountiful. How had she strayed so far from the rest of those she had arrived with? Gingerly the buxom woman made her way deeper into the lonesome forest, her eyes darting towards each and every sound around her both near and far, as well as towards some she was uncertain she had even heard at all; paranoia steadily crept deeper and deeper into her mind, every step sounding louder and louder beneath her until soon she found herself running. Terror had now overtaken her consciousness, its icy claws raking across the goosebumps of her otherwise perfectly smooth skin and her own large breasts pulled at her body like anchors. Why was she running? What was she so afraid of? There was no sign of rationality within her to answer such questions, no logic or reasoning now matter how deeply she searched; only ever growing horrors that her subconscious mind was certain were hunting her like rabid dogs, and she was certain they were catching up to her. Little by little the scraping chill of phantom nails swept along her backside, their unseen lashing clawing her ass, hips and thighs in ever increasing aggression until finally it happened; a swift, intense pressure surged up her leg from her ankle as piercing cold poured into the open wound. The blonde woman collapsed upon her assaulted leg, the foot now bathed in the near boiling sensation of new blood from her now slashed open ankle that had toppled her. The horrors were real, they had truly been pursuing her and had indeed closed in.

Deep carving sounds could be heard mere inches beneath the voluptuous woman’s fallen figure, and as she weakly leaned to gaze over her shoulder at its source her eyes opened wide. Screams which begged to escape could not find their way across her supple lips as terror overwhelmed the helpless woman as she witnessed an unspeakable thing towering over her; impossibly thin and contorted, with skin liquid pale and a form only vaguely resembling that of a hauntingly familiar man stretched high above her on hideous clawed hands and feet, the black pits bereft of eyes sunken deep within its monstrous face burning an unescapable malice into the poor girl below. With a gorilla-like hunch the fiend crawled high above the terrified woman upon which it preyed, its gnarled claw shifting to flip her onto her back before pressing down just beside her head so heavily it sank into the ground beneath it. An immense chill flooded the desperate woman’s back as the long, clawed hand of the looming horror curled beneath her and pierced her flesh, lifting her off the ground and pulling her in close to the twisted beast’s vile torso, and warm blood pooled in the grass beneath, staining the porcelain white of the dust. The buxom woman desperately reached out, clawing and pushing with all her might in futility while her frame grew ever closer with no sign of escape as a sudden heavy pressure began to press between her thighs. A flurry of moist heat and frigid wind flooded deep into the golden haired girl’s core from deep between her legs as a beastly girth spread her womanly entrance broad, soon shoving its impossible length deeper inside than she had ever feared possible.

Powerful thrusts slammed violently against the voluptuous woman’s hips and blinded her to the world, sinister claws digging into her back as the fiend’s powerful arm drove her body harder and harder against the vaginal brutality. Kicking and clawing, striking and flailing pathetically resisted such a hideous act in vain, seemingly only further exciting the creature, its throbbing length bulging and thickening within an already impossibly stuffed space; she had been unable to scream all this time for reasons unknown, but what she now witnessed managed to change this. The beast’s form began to tear, its arms splitting down the center, cracked bone and gore stretching between points of ragged flesh before rejuvenating into entirely new limbs which immediately lashed out to further restrain the now sobbing girl impaled upon it. In a single motion the buxom woman’s hips were pulled away from the fiend, the ever thickening bulk of its shaft pulling free of the abused pussy it had just fucked until finally the penis split, newly forming two in its once singular place. Her legs flailed more fiercely than ever, her uninjured foot kicking with all its might against the spindly frame as it tried to resist, but soon it occurred. In a single motion the four clawed arms flipped the creature’s victim over, her large breasts now hanging beneath her body as the freshly split pair of meaty, deformed cocks made their way to both of the girl’s entrances; an intense pressure filled her form as they made their way deep into her stretched pussy and deflowered her firm ass. Blonde hair swayed in the stagnant air as the helpless woman’s curvy body was ravaged, her heavy breasts bouncing with each mighty thrust as the two pulsing shafts swelled inside her holes; she was this thing’s plaything, a toy to abuse, and there was no telling what would follow when it was all over.

What felt like an eternity crept by as the curvy young woman was viciously fucked, her body long fallen limp to the abuse and taking it like little more than a doll, and not a sound escaped her lips. Claws clenched and dragged across delicate skin, opening her flesh and spilling red nectar across the grass below; soon it would be joined by a thick, yellow fluid that flowed freely from the buxom woman’s swollen mound and ass as the paired, monstrous cocks finished simultaneously within her. The hot cum flooded her insides so heavily it felt as though she was being slightly inflated, and as each drop fell from her ravaged holes the woman felt as if a piece of her was being dragged with it. Eventually enough of her soul had felt as though it had been stripped to cause her senses to blur into surreality, the world abound blurred and faded in and out, her body carried flashes of numbness and cold, and her thoughts were spotted and broken. How much time had passed? How could any of this have happened? What was the motion beneath her? Gradually focusing her senses the raped woman stared down to the blood spattered grass as it wriggled and shifted, making way for a horrendous sight; from the blood and semen stretched a pair of newly birthed, humanoid arms, spindly and sickly slick fingers curling and crawling against the grass as they dragged an ever developing man-like figure. Soon the bloody abomination took full shape against the dust littered grass, stumbling frail to hold itself on its hands and knees as it convulsed and hacked filth from its lungs. The fading woman trembled at such a vile thing, her eyes widening more and more as she took in its writhing form; and then it noticed her. With a sickening pop and crack the thing beneath her broke its neck backwards until the back of its head pressed between its shoulder blades, its fractured yellow and black eyes locking directly with those of its mother. A scream erupted from the girl with golden hair, and as if beckoned the horrid thing began to curl its spine skyward and reached its lanky, dripping arm towards her traumatic cries. Just before the warmth of the newborn blood could touch its mother’s skin her senses blackened, and the buxom woman faded from consciousness.