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As the dead of night creeped further still, through silent streets and a hazy amber glistening from some windows here and there, a clicking-sound echoed, and from one inconspicuous building she left, door closing behind with a muffled bell-ringing. Came her sigh then, briefly adjusting her cap, turning right as the night followed.
The detective, Amelia Watson, was working on a case: people suffering from night-time madness, seeing visions of something that was both from the depths of sea and from outer space. Age, gender, race, nothing was common across the victims — well, aside that they all were humans.
Truthfully, she was losing some steam, every time, every new victim just appointed that those visions were caused for some randomness in terms of targets. Since the start, she worked to find connections, correlations, any similarities between the affected, researching a person’s whole life for a clue. Any clue. More came, and she would always lose a connected string — a maximum of seven people being her high score for the time being. She hated when things were random, especially in those special cases. Always a nuisance. She had just lost another recently formed string.
However, amidst the sea of randomness, there was something she noticed, analyzed, and concluded: she was a target. In the beginning, she saw how some people talked about an off-putting yellowish color plaguing their dreams; some always talked about the whole of “detective work”, usually that meant they would talk about Sherlock Holmes; and in some rare cases, they dreamed about the realm of time. Too close to home.
Even closer was when a man panicked, almost in a primal mix of fear and anger, recognizing Amelia from his vivid dreams, albeit she wasn’t covered in mud, nor her eyes leaked a deep magenta-like blood. He tried to flee either way, almost jumping from the eighth floor’s window, had not Amelia been there to restrain him. The later investigation went normal, although the man was still very suspicious of the detective.
The clicks of her footsteps came and went rhythmically, Amelia still almost-lost in thought. While she could be thinking about anything really, her mind slipped, waving to what’s familiar, “Ninomae Ina’nis”.
No.
Her pacing stuttered, mind combing back to reality. Everything stopped for less than a second, before she crossed another road. How could she think of Ina? That Ina?
No.
“Think again. Re-track, from the start…”. People were suffering from madness, so that Amelia would investigate, it was what they wanted her to do, she was the target. The real one though?… And who exactly are they? Was it some cult that knew about these so-called “Ancient Ones”? Or was one of their own, trying something? Are the others being targeted too?
So many questions. Far too few answers.
Still lost in thought, Amelia just realized the reality around her when, with that one next step, she didn’t hear a click-like sound against the concrete, instead, it was squishy, muddy. She saw the ground as a path of wet earth, to both sides, a low, green-painted railing that gave way to wet grass and trees. Ahead, the path continued, and she saw a phone-booth to the side, alongside a silver lamppost. And she saw one more even further, every few meters apart, stretching almost infinitely to the horizon. There was a fine mist too, visible in the distance, and even more under the faint yellow glow from the lamps.
Her breath stopped, eyed winded, a sudden surge of panic. Looking back just over her shoulder, greeted by the same view back, more phone-booths and lampposts, rather than the streets she was walking just one step before.
Calm down. Breath in, and out, in and out. Calm… Refocus. She analyzed her surroundings again, aside from the “teleportation”, or was it a very well crafted illusion? Either way, she kept quiet, slowly reaching with both hands to her pockets, feeling her watch.
“Good…”… That was a way to keep herself grounded, connected to her reality. The pocket watch was a trinket of divine origin, with a myriad of functions, the main one being of a time machine. It had a keep-safe, so, in case the user was threatened, it would reset time, going back a given number of hours, and stopping when the user reached some sort of “safety zone”. She could count on that.
Steadily, she went walking again, always keeping an eye on her surroundings, muddy steps going until she reached a phone-booth. It was normal, both exterior and interior coated with a darkish green color. A telephone rested on the inside, and above it stood a monitor of some kind, all pitch black. The lamppost was also normal, droplets forming and sliding down alongside the silver metal.
Amelia stared at it all for a second or two, before walking again, even though it was obvious all the other booths were the same. Without much thought, just some glances, she passed quickly though the second booth, same with the third. They all had the same distance between each one, the grass and trees all blurring from the same shapeness; even the railing was a perfect semi-sphere, over and over and over again. A sickening loop of a scenery.
However, approaching then the fifth booth, some few steps before it, the monitor was lit up, nothing but static and that annoying buzzing sound. Amelia flinched to a stop, taking one short step back, and then, darted to the side. Jumping the basically non-existent railing, she felt the leftovers of cold water, from the grass, sticking to her boots and thigh-highs. Quickly, she was passing through the trees, foliage all blocking the moon, but she wouldn’t stop because of the poor lighting.
And then, as the moonlight made itself present again, she saw on the ground that damned green railing. Of course it took her back, of course. The watch, she could travel back in time now, she could… It was too early to act on that option, she should try and get some clues, learn whatever she could about that place… Was it a place? Maybe… It felt real…
Adjusting her cap and clothes, recomposing herself, she faked a cough before walking again. All the monitors were alight, the static oddly low, even when directly in front of a said booth. She stared at the screen, maybe it had something, but it was all same-old ecstatic. There was no secret message or image flashing between the visual noise. Maybe it would be better if it had.
She gulped, “what now?”. It was the same damn scenery everywhere she went, and she lacked any information about that place. Hell, how could she even get those? Even through experimentation, there was a limit to how far she could get. And even taking all her equipment, only the watch was the safest bet. But now?…
As Amelia went to start walking again, not only three steps in and the phone rang. She flinched, turning just enough to look at the booth. The phone was still resting on its place, but how come…? Nah, she wasn’t on good-old Earth anymore… Now, not only she had to bear with the static, but with that annoying metallic buzz as well. Perfect.
She considered her options for a second, a small droplet of sweat forming. Should she pick it up? Try to go away again?… Instead, she saw that monitor’s static fading slowly, the screen gaining more whites here and there. She ran.
It wasn’t the best strategy, but what else could she do? At least it felt like doing something. That wasn’t a problem, what she felt was. The mud clinging to her shoes, every so slightly; that monitor brightening bit the second, the white almost blinding. And that DAMNED BUZZING!! It wasn’t necessary to get that louder!
Why?
Why?
WHY?!?
One quick breath.
Followed by another.
And another.
Placing a hand on the booth, the metal felt even colder against her warm skin, sweat and water mixing a bit. She didn’t care. There were just some few splashes of mud on the underside of her shoes, even though she felt like sinking just now. Through the glass, the monitor flicked, back to normal; same with the ringing of the phone, now with some odd 2-3 minutes of silence. A hiccup left her lips.
“Alright… So be it then…”. She adjusted her cloak, a spark of determination shining on blue eyes. She would fight whatever or whoever was doing that head-on. The phone was heard one last time alongside the opening of the booth’s door, Amelia stepping in seemingly without fear. Part of her was still forcing herself to be brave.
Gulping, she went and picked the phone, hearing then just some background static. The booth was silent for a second, before Amelia finally said something.
“I am here. What do you want?”
The frequency rose, a sharper sound now.
“What are you, dammit?!”
An alteration, falling then rising again. Like a wave.
And before she could say or ask anything more, the sound kept changing. Amidst the chaotic sound, she sometimes heard tugged strings, sharp notes of a piano, an almost too-silent sax. Then, one clue came when a male voice made itself present, low, but heavily distorted.
Infuriatingly, everything she heard was gibberish. Single letters were identified, but the full words meant nothing. Nonsensical gibberish, how fitting for an eldritch abomination.
“Fine. We’ll play that way then…”
The monitor flicked again, as the same as the phone went silent. Finally, something. Amelia turned a bit to look at, disappointingly, black lines forming what could be seen as an eye, its “pupil” going around in circles.
A curse was murmured under her breath, still a bit confused as to what that meant. It was supposed to mean something at all? She had studied some exoteric sigils here and there, but nothing was similar to that. The unexpected was a problem when presented directly like that.
She took a step back, lowering the phone, unaware of something coiling around the bottom of the booth, a purple and black tentacle, sprinkled with gold-yellow sigils through its extension. A web-like magenta goo coating it and staining the metal and glass.
A tongue-click followed from the inside, her patience was running the thinnest. “So be damned!”. She had the watch, a way out from that insufferable place. Why should she stay there? Why would that thing keep her there? Wh-
She felt the cold and wetness around her wrist. Mind going blank for a second, before instinctively trying to pull her arm up, to no avail. It clung to her, a tentacle as she saw, purple with a black underside, a pattern of golden four-pointed stars throughout it. That goo already dripping on her hand.
The phone was dropped, that hollow sound echoing once every few seconds. Amelia could only horror in shock at the tentacle. She knew that pattern;
But it can’t be Ina;
Not that Ina;
No, there’s no way…
“A dirty trick!”. Yes, that’s the answer. It would use anything to mess with her, there was naiveté for she didn’t consider that earlier. Either way, it was too late!
As that tentacle posed no immediate threat, just coiling at a slug’s pace, Amelia went to catch her watch with her free hand. Amidst her movements, however, a wet “snapping” sounded, that cold coiling around sections of her forearm. Some thinner tentacles that came straight from those little holes of the phone.
Shit. She slipped. Again.
How? Why?? Why was her mind duller??
But the watch.
It needs no manual command.
Yes… A smirk formed on her lips.
“What’s the next cheap trick?”
She felt the tentacles tugging at both arms, maybe it was a reaction to her question. Well, it was something. Now, she had to concoct a plan.
However, they weren’t idle either, tentacles going further up her arms. And from the little gap between the door and the frame, one more came, coiling around her ankle, and, equally, going up while dampening her stocking.
“Oh, hell no! Face me, yo-“
One fell from the ceiling, already halfway to circle her neck, sides resting on her shoulder as the tip kept around her mouth height. Fearfully, she tried turning and the tentacle darted like a snake, tip shining with a slightly lighter magenta color. Sliding right in.
Amelia trashed about, eyes widened in pure, unadulterated shock, jerking her neck around, but still that thing didn’t slip. Instead, she felt the tentacle grinding against her tongue, and that somewhat bittersweet taste of whatever the hell that things was slowly releasing inside her mouth.
Now, with two tentacles coiling around her legs, that first one went further up to her skirt, sliding in between it and Amelia’s skin, passing low enough on her inner thigh to avoid that area, then, going upwards and brushing against her back. She shriveled, feeling that wet coldness. The second one came from around her knee, circling around and then, entering the tight space of her stocking, the detective gasping from that.
Amelia kept struggling, desperate, but both her arms and a leg were practically stuck, immobile as the tentacles gave no way for her to move. And what’s more? The one on her mouth went in, just starting to be uncomfortable, its topmost layer of “skin” moving back and forth, until it basically climaxed, that pinky-magenta liquid exploding and filling her mouth. Eyes widened yet again, thrashing in vain as the tentacle made her drink everything.
Her eyes went teary, forced to swallow every last drop of that thing, while trying not to gag and choke; that bittersweet-y awful taste staining all of her mouth’s walls. As if merciful, that tentacle went backwards, letting her breath in fresh air. It didn’t help much.
Amelia tried looking up, eyes trying to show some anger, however, she was most scared. Tied up and defenseless to that thing’s use. Sickening bastard.
But the watch… Why didn’t it self-activate? She was endangered, so why?… Why… She couldn’t even feel the weight of anything in her pockets anymore. How could she guarantee the trinket was still there?…
And why did her body fell so weird? A bit lightheaded, but still with some complex thoughts, very well aware of her surroundings and situation. But her skin felt hot, both against her clothes and the tentacles all coiling around her. Sweat now denting her clothes too.
It had to be that liquid…
But the tentacles saw her sweating now, a somewhat ragged breath from the heat. And one came from below, brushing against her stomach — Amelia flinched from the sudden cold —, and consequently snapping her buttons, white shirt opening very easily. She looked down as if defeated, what could she even try to do now?…
Then, the cold on her back, as another tentacles snapped her bra’s clasps, and the one on the front tugged at the article, exposing her breasts to the coldish air, nipples all too stiffened now. A new, thinner, tentacle came from below, circling around her mound, pressing on it just a bit, and then, tip brushing against her perky nipple.
Amelia moaned, a bit hoarse, but still it made her ashamed of herself. How could that feel good? She was trapped, being raped by the tentacles of an outer-dimensional deity as it were. But the truth was that she could barely contain anymore of those moans, whole body drowning on that feeling.
The one tentacle behind her came forth, circling under her arm, aiming at her free breast. However, it stopped at an angle, as if looking directly at the detective’s face. Had it been another circumstance, she would be cocky, in another time, perhaps… She only half-stared in silence, why wasn’t that thing moving?
But she saw fully now, as the tentacle opened up. Two long slits in a plus-shape, opening like petals of some kind, four of them appearing in full display to what remained of her horror. The inside had a very rosy tone, some fleshy nubs that became more noticeable moving down on it, stopping a bit after its “throat”. Before she could even think to react, the tentacle latched to her left breast, groping on it a bit and sucking oddly gently.
Another moan came, followed by a second and third, those bubbling from her throat every time her nipple was sucked on. That, combined with the other tentacle, squishing her right breast and, from time to time, brushing and flicking against that one nipple. Amelia’s legs and arms kept twitching from the stimuli, but nonetheless, they wouldn’t let their grip soften.
But mostly important, she felt her own arousal down there, panties now with a slight darker stain. And she felt that one tentacle brushing against her ever so slightly, why the bastard left that untouched to go after her breast? Did they wanted her to beg? But they should know that already… Yes, her crescent need and wetness. Fuck, she was getting damped by the second.
“Please…”
It came hoarse-sounding, it felt like it would do something to keep her from idleness. On her left breast, she felt something more attacking her nipple, something like a tongue licking her amidst the sucking, and she moaned in satisfaction. On her right, that thinner tentacle also opened up, but just small enough to only suck her, still, it felt as good as ever. Another moan.
One new tentacle came, coiling gently around her stomach, hip and waist, and then, helped by the ones on her legs, Amelia was taken from the floor, dangling some centimeters still, with her left leg being held just higher up. Exposing now her drenched panty. The tentacle going at eye-level with her still-clothed pussy, pressing and then grinding against her.
By now, Amelia was a mess of moans and gasps, all to be considered that they haven’t really penetrated her down there. But she knew it would happen anytime now. And back to her upper half, that one tentacle pressed against her lips, tip going like licking her, before going back in.
But, unlike that first time, it wasn’t moving. Instead, Amelia felt it changing in shape, getting thicker and longer, hotter and heavier… She licked the underside hopeful, feeling its details and taste, more salty now, and all she could do was smile, finally with a dick shoved inside her mouth. Quickly, she started bobbing her head, lips moist to facilitate her blowjob.
And then, as she had been hoping for now, the one tentacle grinding against her womanhood stopped, aiming for the hem of her panties now, loosening both sides enough to finally, with a gentle tug, pulling it down to expose her quivering, wet pussy; folds glistening from everything between the foreplay and now.
Came a moan of anticipation them, muffled by her still ongoing blowjob — and gods, she loved everything about the cock she was sucking, filling her mouth, often times enough hitting the back of her throat, saliva dripping and drooling, mixed with its copy of pre-cum, her moans of delight syncing to all the wet sounds of tentacles brushing against her skin.
Just barely she saw that tentacle changing, and by the gods, that would fill her up. She felt the tip against her folds, coating itself on her juices, and itself darted up rough, instantly penetrating the detective, and inserting some good inches into her as well. Amelia half-moaned, half-scrammed, the pain settling for mere seconds, the pleasure frying her nerves just after.
She clenched hard, inner walls closing on that cock from all sides, and it pushed back, forcing Amelia to adjust to her first. And it became more extreme when it started moving, slowly, a false sense of gentleness, leaving just the barest tip in, and plunging right back in. Every time, she would moan, body twitching from the impact, given just a few minutes to readjust before the next thrust.
Soon, both cocks were working in tandem, as one pushed, the other left, and vice-versa; pleasure would burn every one of her nerves, and then the emptiness, as her mouth was made full again, tongue and lips tirelessly milking that tentacle for all the seconds she had, before it left her breathless, just for a moan to escape her lips, pussy made full again. And so went the cycle…
One louder, but muffled yelp was muttered, as well as a smacking sound, as stinging sensation as one tentacle smacked her ass, soon followed by it caressing her cheeks still. And she shuddered, a mix of surprise and excitement flashing her eyes as the tentacle slid right in between. Admittedly, she had already thought about the novelty and pleasure of something like triple penetration, but she would’ve never ever thought it would be like her actual situation.
All the occupied tentacles shifted, adjusting her mid-air position; head straight being given a view from the outside scenery, although the glass was foggy and, well, she didn’t care about seeing the outside; arms were held in parallel to her body and knees pointing downwards. The tentacles resumed, with the newest one burying its tip right against her hole.
It self-covered with a redder, wet and slippery substance, one wouldn’t be wrong to say she was an anal virgin, and as such, that hole would be even tighter. Sufficiently lubed up, the tentacle slides in, slowly and somewhat gently at that, as another moaned scream came by, the detective feeling her insides being stretched past the point she would normally be comfortable with.
The tentacle went until some more inches were added, all the while she moaned and breath-ragged as her pussy was made full and empty, full and empty; and then, it stopped. She wondered for a second, as to why that one wasn’t pumping itself alongside the other two, however, her questions vanished when the vibration started. And it wasn’t gentle, the reverberations traveling through her whole body, shaking even more her fried, lust-filled nerves.
That was a lustful paradise in its own right, her now sloppy blowjob already showing signs of success as that cock throbbed above her tongue; and the one filling her pussy wasn’t that off either, and now went slowly but deeper, closer and closer to hitting her womb. And admittedly, her own climax was coming, all too synchronized to not be on purpose, one effect of that aphrodisiac-y liquid perhaps.
She held in for some more minutes, to prolong that paradise of hers, however, as the tentacles’ pumping and vibrations kept going, she came undone; whole body tensed before relaxing on the bliss, fingers twitching onto a knuckle and toes curling inside her shoes. Head recoiled back, mouth being full again of that other-worldly cum, and she made an effort to drink it all. Her pussy was filled to the brim with an even greater quantity of sticky pink-magenta cum, overflowing from her and leaking around the tentacle.
The vibrations on her ass gradually stopped, as she felt it wiggle around a bit before leaving, she murmured in the emptiness. Both tentacles on her breasts left, nipples fully erect and now exposed to the cold air again. As Amelia was lowered to the floor, the tentacles came for her clothes, detaching and ripping whatever was necessary, until she was only with her panty and black stockings. And safely on the floor now, cum flowing and staining the shirt under her body.
The tentacles drew back, a tad immobile, as if watching her. Through ragged breaths and a lingering feeling, Amelia looked a bit around, trying to find something. However, it found her first as she heard steps coming from outside, a shape just a bit taller than her appearing through the foggy glass.
Most noticeable were the outlines of a halo on the figure's head, and something around her waist that gave it some volume; and followed by something that flew right beside it, a rectangle of sorts. A hand reached for the booth, opening it in one swift move:
“Wah!”
Were both usual her voice, a cute and soft-spoken tone, and face, bearing a wide and sweet smile. Ina’nis wore her usual purple garb, with her white wings and orange halo on full view too. However, as she dropped to her knees, eyes opened to show yellow-glowing irises; and the book floating beside her too, with its red lining glowing like fresh blood.
“Hello, detective!”
“I… na…”
“You did a great investigation, following my little clues and whatnots! And, you did great falling into my little trap!” Her flaps twitched, a more prideful smirk surging. “Good job!”
She raised a hand and placed it on Amelia’s head, patting the detective. A twitch ran through her whole body, still too sensitive, but she leaned in to Ina’nis palm as it came down on her side, stopping by her left cheek.
“Good…”. Thumb caressing Amelia’s lips.
“Please… More…” She begged.
Ina’nis giggled — sound echoing and reverberating throughout Amelia’s mind —, gently holding her face with both hands now. Confusion settled on the detective’s mind for but a second, seeing as the priestess closed her eyes, small lips forming to a kiss as she leaned in.
Amelia did the same, leaning upwards as Ina’nis’ hands guided her. As they drew closer, the priestess’ lips curled into a devilish smile, tongue slipping out as three smaller tentacles, eyes opening to what were two full-golden irises amidst the cosmos.
She forced Amelia into the kiss, rough, and she immediately opened her eyes as the tentacles entered her mouth, coiling around her tongue and beyond. Any thoughts of a final resistance were snuffed out, staring into the orbits of golden twin suns, hypnotized, as her own blue irises were tinted with yellow.
The tentacles in stand-by came to wrap around her naked body, the book of The Ancient Ones glowing intensely, and by the next second they were gone, taken to somewhere else.