| Crystal's Closet, Part I The following is a product of my delightfully twisted mind, and is loosely based on a nightmare I once had as a child (very loosely). I hope you enjoy my tale, and please respect my intellectual (yet twisted) property. Crystal cowered beneath her covers, her wide eyes glued upon her closet door. It had moved and she knew it. The little seven year old clenched her teeth to stop them from chattering. Cold sweat stained her ankle length auburn hair. Her eyes unblinkingly focused on the closet door. As long as she watched the door the monsters wouldn't dare try anything. The door creaked open another inch. "MOM!!!" Crystal yelled in cold fear. Her bedroom door opened, flooding the room with soft light from the hall. Crystal's mother came into the room wearing only her night gown. "What is it sweetie?" said her mother with a yawn. "It moved," whispered Crystal. "What moved honey?" her mother replied as she sat down on the bed beside of her. "The closet door, it moved," Crystal returned weakly. "Oh . . . honey," her mother cooed as she hugged Crystal. "It moved. The monsters were coming to get me," Crystal sobbed into her mother's shoulder. "Crystal hon, there's no such thing as monsters," her mother said as she comforted her. "Yes there are, they live in my closet," Crystal said defiantly. "OK," breathed Crystal's mother as she stood up. "Let me show you." She walked over to the closet and reached for the handle. "See." "NO!" Yelped Crystal as she threw her covers over her head. "Look." Her mother's voice soothing in tone. Crystal peeked from beneath her covers. "No monsters," chimed her mother. Crystal looked at her closet. All was as it should be. Her dresses hung neatly from their hangers, and her shoes heaped up in an inharmonious pile. Tees and jeans where strewn about, with a few stuffed animals lying here and there. "So?" "OK Mom." "Now can you go to sleep," her mother yawned. "OK Mom." "Good night sweetie." "Night Mom." Crystal's mother kissed her forehead, then left the room leaving the door cracked just a bit. All was quit, Crystal barely giving mind to the closet which her mother had shut on her way out. Soon Crystal's eyes grew heavy with sleep as she started to nod off into la la land. Her eyes closed as she began to slumber. 'CRrrreaK.' Crystal's eyes slowly blinked open at the noise. Sleep still grabbing at her mind. The closet door had opened a crack. Child sized feminine fingers with pointed nails held the door from within. Crystal's eyes popped open, and her heart began to race. The seven year old's body froze with fear. Then it stepped out into the room. It stood at just over four feet tall, which though small was still intimidating to the little girl who only stood at three foot nine. For the most part it looked like a full grown woman, height withstanding. Its hair a long ocean of jet curls, falling down past its waist. Its eyes, glowing green orbs of sinister desire. Its skin, luminescent cream even more fair then Crystal's, and without the splatter of freckles upon the shoulders which Crystal bore. Its breasts, large perky peaks caped with pink hard nipples. Then their were the inhuman features. The long pointed ears, maybe eight inches long. The inhumanly long tongue which slowly and sensually licked its red lips. The long sharply pointed finger and toe nails. Most of all, the eight fleshy protrusions on its back. With two rows of four on either side of its spine between the shoulder blades. Each one an inch diameter and just over four inches long. Its perfect female form flexed with feline grace as it moved. Not a single sound made from its steps. If it hadn't been for the creaky door Crystal would never have heard it coming. Crystal lay frozen not daring to move, hoping the monstrosity wouldn't see her. The she monster's eyes locked with her own as it gave Crystal a wicked smile, giving its lips a sensual lick. With a sharp gasp Crystal threw the covers over her head. Burying her face into her pillow clenching her baby blue eyes shut, willing the monster away. It was just a dream, some horrible nightmare, and she would awake at any moment. The bed shook and sagged as a weight was added upon it. A soft strong fingertip ran down her spine. The beads of sweat in her hair froze to ice. A dark seductive voice broke the silence with its musical chime. "You're not dreaming my dear." Crystal tried to wrench herself up and away. A too strong hand pushed her back down into her bed. Crystal tried to scream in horror. Her voice was silenced. Crystal kicked her legs and flailed her arms. Impossibly strong hands gripped her ankles, twisting her face up. The seven year old was being pulled from her bed. Crystal clawed with her hands as she screamed in silence. A giggle of dark glee reverberated in her mind. Crystal hit the floor with a light thump, knocking the wind out of her. Friction from her bed had dragged her nightgown up around her shoulders, and now th carpet pulled it from her body. She desperately clutched onto her nightgown with her finger tips. Pulling it along with her as she was dragged. Dragged towards the waiting closet. As she was pulled through the threshold of her closet a new world opened up to her. It was not her closet at all. A world of twilight and dancing witch lights revealed itself to her eyes. Pastures of green and violet grass interwoven with steep rugged hills and jagged towers of purple stone. An alien sky of hazy blue danced with witch lights twisting through the sky. Suddenly the gateway to her world snapped shut tugging her nightgown out of her grasping finger tips. Crystal's last glimpse behind her showed her nightgown caught in a silver sliver of light. "Forget your world my dear," the aberration spoke at last, her voice like sweet music promising sensual depravity. "Never again will you glimpse its lands." Tears welled up in Crystal's eyes, as she looked up at the alien sky. With no sun, no stars, and no moon, it was a world of eternal twilight. Lit only by the dancing witch lights. The tickle of grass ran across her back and pantie-clad bottom an she was pulled along. Crystal felt thick tufts of grass bush against her pussy, or push into her butt crack as the grass thickened and lengthened. Soon thick tufts whipped between her legs. With only her panties to protect her preteen sex, the beating blades of grass soon caused her pussy to tingle with a foreign sensation. Crystal sobbed, tears ran down her cheeks as she pondered her fate. Crystal's eyes widened suddenly. A cold tendril had slapped directly against the flesh of her pussy. She lifted her head off the ground to look at her groin. A clean slice had been made in her panties. Through the tufts of green she saw a violet blade of grass sway forward. It slapped against her pantie clad sex. Searing through her panties to her flesh beneath. Its cold sting brought a electric quiver to her small frame. Crystal's captor turned to look at her with a wicked smile. "Lust grass, wonderful stuff. Oh don't worry, there's plenty more." Crystal craned her neck to look at the pasture in front of her. Sure enough, more violet blades of grass swayed of their own accord in her path. She gasped with shock and pleasure as each violet blade lashed down upon her sex. Each strike stripping away her panties thread by thread. The violet grass thickened, and soon all that remained were the lashing blades of the lust grass. Soon Crystal's panties had been completely stripped from her body leaving her entirely naked. She began to moan with excitement as the lust grass gleefully lashed her unprotected sex. Some beat upon her hood, hiding her little clit. Others beat against her outer labia. Others still reached in over her body and lashed her immature nipples. Sending cold lightning through Crystal's body. Soon tufts of lust grass started to push against Crystal's pussy, attempting to gain entry. It wasn't long before they started to succeed. A patch pushed into her, and circled her vaginal wall before being pulled out by her forward motion. The next tuft missed, hitting her anus instead. Undaunted it explored her rectum before being pulled out as well. More and more tufts of lust grass pushed into her sex, while others continued their lashing against her clitoral hood, labia, and nipples. Crystal moaned her body over taken by the agony of ecstasy. Her clit then emerged from its hiding place as lust grass lashed directly against her little nub. Crystal's body shook with pleasure. Her heart raced as lust grass assaulted her pussy. Crystal's moans grew louder as a tremor rocked through her body, starting at her clit then extending to the tips of her toes and to the roots of her hair. Her hips bucked madly. Her mind reeled in ecstasy. Her juices exploded forth upon the lust grass, which greedily drank up. Crystal still shook gently from her first orgasm as her second began to build in her pussy. Again her body quaked. Again her juices spewed forth from her pussy. Again the lust grass drank her juices up. Again the lust grass didn't slow its violation of her seven-year-old body. Before Crystal's pussy had even finished leaking its juices from her second ever orgasm, her third ever orgasm was well on its way. Her hips rocked. She screamed in ecstasy. Her sweet nectar flowed forth to satisfy the thirst of the lust grass. Such tormenting pleasure. Crystal's head was thrown back, the lust grass caressing her shoulders. So strange. So wonderful. Another orgasm wracked her young body. Crystal's vision blurred, so she just shut her eyes. Every nerve in
her sex was lit with electricity. Her own hands pinched and tweaked The world began to spin around Crystal, her mind blurred by lust. Every synapse was lit with pleasure. Another orgasm rocked her hips, her juices flowing freely. Darkness began to take Crystal. Her body unaware of a sensation except the pleasure delivered by the lust grass. Her arms fell limp by her side, as she breathed out another orgasm. Crystal's mind went blank. Her hips thrashing in violent ecstasy. She passed out from exertion as another orgasm rocked her seven-year-old body. Jet curls cushioned her head as she slumbered. Her body was spent from the lust grasses violent loving. Strong yet gentle hands carried her to the threshold of a great purple stone door. To Be Continued . . . (I hope you enjoyed this little taste of the twisted darkness that is my mind.) |