An Occurrence Near Dunwich || Darkest Nightmare & Shiva the Cat

[Darkest Nightmare]

Jack was marveling to himself at how gorgeous Jane looked while completely lost in her throes of passion. Not that she wasn’t beautiful normally, with her University attire, well coiffed hair and perfect makeup, but that a was a polished and groomed image she presented purposefully. But tonight, with her hair an angry halo around her head, her pale skin flushed and sweaty, and her nude body writhing spastically above Penny’s tongue, there was nothing but her raw and natural beauty on display, and it was still blowing Jack's mind.

That primal sex goddess image he’d imagined earlier came back into his head; it was the only way to describe her.

"Please, stop! You...you're going to make me...oh fuck!”

She was orgasming, Jack realized with a giddy smile. He was happy for her, but also felt a strange twinge of regret, maybe even jealousy, that it was Penny who was driving Jane to this peak of pleasure with her tongue, and not Jack with a more natural appendage.

“Yes, Jane, Fuck yes!” he urged her.

His fingers found a nipple to focus on, pinching that rock hard nub in rhythm to the jolts that seemed to rip through Jane’s slender frame. He squeezed her shuddering body tight against him, while her arm around his neck suddenly grew heavy as her legs quivered and shook below. It felt as if all her weight was born by Jack’s arm and Penny’s face, while her body shook with what appeared to be a series of powerful ripples of pleasure that rendered Jane near senseless by the time they faded.

It was fascinating to watch her face, upon which Jack’s eyes had stayed glued the entire time. She had been so cute and innocent earlier in the night, but her features were transformed into a raw mix of pain and shock as she climaxed, as if the pleasure was too great to even bear. As a virgin himself, he’d always had this lurking fear about sex, despite its tempting appeal, that was only partly from the unknown of the physical act itself. Rather, he’d been more nervous about the vulnerability of being naked before a woman, and of course, the implied intimacy of the act, which seemed frightening when he could barely string a coherent sentence together while talking to a crush. He’d assumed he’d have to put on an act, like he did in a high stress social situation that required him to try to be witty and gregarious, but now, seeing Jane like this made him wonder if it was the opposite, that sex might be the one moment in which you could be completely free and open with another person?

Was this the real Jane he was seeing, or at least a truer look into her soul? She hid nothing from him now, not her body, not her physical need, and definitely not her emotions.

He felt a little shiver of fear as he watched her slump to the floor in exhaustion. Could he let go and do the same?

A familiar warmth below drew Jack's eyes downward to the pleasing sight of Olivia bobbing on his cock again. She’d paused to watch Jane’s sweet cum, holding his tip in her mouth throughout, but now there was a hungry determination in her eyes to get Jack to explode as well. Even hotter, Penny, now done with the thoroughly drained Jane, had shuffled on her knees to join the fun and add her own long and exquisitely talented tongue to the growing party on Jack’s cock. They seemed to work, as always, in perfect coordination, taking turns swallowing him down, further each time, while the other slathered the base of his shaft and balls with saliva from their tongue. Their bright blue eyes and identical faces were dizzying and conspired to make Jack begin to feel like he was seeing double, only the doubled pleasure he felt on his cock reminded him that two mouths were definitely at work.

“That’s it, Olivia… more, take more of me… and Penny, yes, suck my balls… Oh, fuck!”

Was that even him saying these these filthy words? Jack knew he was in a weird state, that something was making him both lusty and happily relaxed, but the knowledge that his cousins were sucking his dick still gave him a taboo thrill. It was truly absurd, a fantasy come true, but was such a dirty act for the three relatives that part of him still couldn’t believe it was actually happening. If it was a dream, it wasn’t one he wanted to pinch himself out of, so he reached down instead and gave the twins playful rubs on their heads, as one might reward a pair of good lapdogs.

“That’s it… Yes, I’m almost there... oh, YES!”

The warm and fuzzy warmth he felt emanating from his dick had been growing quickly, and he was losing control at last. It was hard to think, hard to even breathe as his panting turned to ragged gasps, and it took all of his concentration just to stand upright and try to enjoy the delicious sights and sensations his cousins were giving him. It was all building steadily to a point where he felt like his mind would explode, for an almost scary level of pleasure loomed ahead. He could only moan helplessly in anticipation.

“Jane… come and help Jack cum!” said Penny, reaching back to drag Jane onto her knees next to them. “I think he needs a little final suck to get him over the edge.”

Jack’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in shock. He was so close to the edge and now Jane’s pretty face was suddenly in front of his cock, and sandwiched right between the twins’ sultry ones. And all of them were naked. It was far too much stimulation. His cock throbbed, saliva and pre-cum dripping from its swollen tip as Olivia pumped his shaft and presented it to Jane. He was going to cum, he knew that, and he teetered on the edge of that precipice with his mind roiling in a twisting mix of desire and fear. How could he cum as hard as he knew he would in front of all of them, and especially Jane? Would he make a fool of himself?

The idea was horrifying, but worse, it only turned him on even more.

“Oh, G-god… I-I can’t last m-much longer! P-please... someone...”

It was amazing he could even stammer those words out, his voice was trembling so much, and he groaned in sweet agony as he ached for his release.

 

[Shiva the Cat]

Jane only had a few moments of relief as Penny crawled away to assist her twin. Panting hard and reveling in the coolness of the floor, she felt more than a little drunk, and at first she wasn't sure she heard the other girls calling ot her. Then she felt the hand locking on her wrist, firmly pulling her forward. It would have been so much harder to fight against the twins' insistence, and after all Jack wasn't so very far away from her. Crawling on her hands and knees, Jane allowed the twins to position her between them, Jack's cock directly before her face. The desperate movements of his narrow hips was enough to make it bob like a hypnotist's pendulum before the student's widening eyes, and she needed only the slightest push on the back of her head from one of the other girls to make her take him into her mouth.

She could taste the other girl's mouths on him, and with a moan Jane shut her eyes and began to gently suck on the swollen head. "That's it," one of the twins said, pushing the older woman's dark head forward. "But go deeper, take him all the way into your throat." Jane made a helpless little whimper of fear as the shaft of his cock slid firmly across her tongue, and reflexively her hands shot forward to grip at his thighs, though it was unclear if she was trying to pull him closer or push him away. But whoever was holding her head now--was it both of the twins?--kept her from freeing herself, and she felt another hand reaching forward around her throat, stroking the white skin gently.

"Relax, and breathe through your nose, that's a good girl," one of the twins cooed, while the other one let out a little giggle.

"You'd think a college girl would know how to suck cock by now!" she teased, taking Jane's hand in hers and guiding it onto Jack's balls where she encouraged the studen'ts long fingers to tease and gently squeeze the swollen orbs. "Don't forget these either! Use both hands, you'll make him blow in no time."

"But don't forget to move your head back and forth!" her other instructor reminded, winding her fingers in Jane's hair and forcing her head to bob roughly along her cousin's length. Grinning wickedly up at Jack, Olivia slowly rose to her feet, still keeping a firm grip on her student, then forceably kissed the young man. "It's a good thing you came to visit, Jackie-boo. We'll teach her everything we know. You'll be able to have lots of fun with her in the future."

"And she's such a quick learner!" Penny agreed, trusting Jane to continue playing with Jack's balls as she rose up behind him, running her fingers up his stomach and chest as she began to suck at a tender spot at the base of his throat, leaving a dark mark behind. "Aren't you going to reward her for being such a good little cocksucker?"

"Yes Jack, show her how much you appreciate her," the other twin encouraged in his ear, catching the lobe between her teeth. "Fill that pretty mouth of hers with your cum, can't you see how badly she wants it?"

As if on cue, Jane's eyes opened and looked up at Jack pleadingly, her lips almost all the way at his root as her throat and hands squeezed him hard. That must have been enough, because a moment later she felt her mouth filling with a hot, salty liquid that made her choke and sputter. "Don't spit it out!" Olivia warned, still holding Jane's head firmly against Jack's cock. "Swallow it all, or you'll hurt Jack's feelings."

Obediently, Jane swallowed as much as she could, but there was just so much of it. She couldn't stop a fair amount from dribbling over her lips and down her chin, but it couldn't have been too bad since she finally felt the hand on the back of her head relaxing for a moment, letting her pull off and finally take a deep gasp of the warm, musky-scented air. The relief was short-lived though. A moment later Penny had dropped to her knees again, seizing Jane's mouth in a kiss and licking Jack's cum off her face.

"Hey, don't be greedy!" her sister scolded, pulling on Jane's hair and and forcing the girls to break their kiss, only for Olivia's own tongue to delve deep into the student's mouth in search of any lingering drops of Jack's seed. "Mm...the two of you taste so nice together," she remarked after she'd thoroughly plundered Jane's mouth.

"There's more left though," Penny pointed out, turning Jane's chin back towards the sated cock. "Clean him off, Janie. It's only polite after all."

Nodding weakly, Jane leaned forward and began to give him a firm tongue bath, only pausing when one twin or the other pulled her head away for the occasional brief, but powerful kiss. Only when they were satisfied with the job she'd done on him did they let her relax, her head laying comfortably on Jack's thigh as she felt an undeniable urge to sleep descending on her.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

And still the music played. That damned flute kept looping in Jack's brain and making it so hard to think.

Even addled and clearly out of sorts, Jack knew that this was a scene beyond even his wildest fantasies. He'd read some smut books over the years, the kind of well-worn paperback novels you found stashed in the corners of the boys' lavatories at schools, but even in those he'd never seen this kind of debauched behavior. He decided the entire evening must be a dream, or perhaps another hallucination, and that some sick and perverted part of his brain had imagined it all, for surely none of these girls, especially not Jane, could be acting this wanton, even if there was something strange going on in the room!

Yet, it also seemed too real to be a dream. Even Jane's reaction, a delicious mix of nervousness and lusty curiosity, was just a bit too genuine and almost exactly how he'd imagined her to act in real life if... well, if she was being given instructions on how to swallow as much of his cock down her throat as she could! And he couldn't deny it was very much like Olivia and Penny, who always liked to show off their cosmopolitan ways, to be teaching Jane with such smug assurance. How, exactly, had they learned how to suck cock so well? Jack guessed the boys in the boarding school across the street from the twins' own were likely the lucky beneficiary of the hours of practice they seemed to have had.

"Oh, fuck! Jane!" gasped out Jack as her mouth engulfed his sensitive tip. The twins’ mouths had felt wonderful, and they had worked his dick with a practiced ease, but Jane's tentative efforts turned him on far more. Neither Jack, nor Jane, knew what was going to happen next as she fumbled around his cock, and that near random suckling, combined with the guttural whines and squeaks she was making, was sending a delightful range of sensations into his fevered brain. It helped him stall his climax as well, for if she had confidently throated him out of the gate, he would have spurted immediately. Instead, he was able to hang on, if just barely, enduring some teeth grazes that canceled out Jane’s surprisingly subtle tongue swirls, and trembled in a mix of dread and excitement as the twins coached her further. "C-careful.. I don’t know if I can… Oh, GOD!”

The twins were getting rougher, almost driving Jane’s head onto Jack’s cock. He was worried for Jane’s sake, as her bulging eyes revealed some fear when she began to take an increasing amount of his cock into her mouth. Where was it all going? Jack could only wonder, but then felt the answer as he began to push into her surprisingly pliable throat. He wasn’t small down there, despite his lean frame, and knew his cock was likely on the large side of the spectrum, so it was all the more incredible to watch Jane’s rapidly developing skills. Within a couple minutes, thanks to the help of Olivia's firm guidance, she was throating nearly his entire length! That wasn't normal, was it?

“It’s too m-much… I’m not going to… fuck, Fuck, FUCK!”

And then, despite his efforts, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Jane had been fondling his balls and Penny was now assaulting him from behind, her fingers and mouth seemingly everywhere. There was too much stimulation, coming from everywhere, and the glowing ball of pleasure that his cock had become exploded into the rest of his body. Like a dam bursting, waves of pent up ecstasy rocked his frame, and he was thankful Penny was half-holding him as he quivered and let out a series of deep, primal screams that pitched up in tone to become a keening wail by the time his cock was jolting deep in Jane’s throat. His hands seized Jane’s head, covering Olivia’s, and he held her tight as his hips bucked deep into her a final time.

“I’m cumming… fuck… yes, YES!” he shouted out, babbling more nonsense as his dick continued to pulse. He knew he was spurting his seed into Jane’s throat like a fountain, yet somehow she was guzzling it all down. Or most of it, as overflow dribbled from the corners of her mouth. Olivia wouldn’t let her up, and Jane's choking, frantic gulps to prevent drowning on his cum gave him just enough extra stimulation to eke out every last drop he had in his balls.

Jane was a mess, at least for the brief moment he saw her, and her pretty face looked slightly dazed as well as cum covered. Within seconds, Penny and Olivia were kissing her, cleaning up Jack’s jizz with a greedy enthusiasm that reminded him of licking icing off a cake. It was all so dirty, these were his cousins after all, that he was speechless as his brain tried to process the sight. The twins' filthy dialogue was also finally registering in his brain, and he wondered exactly how they'd learned to be this slutty! Again, he suspected the school boys across the street had fondly enjoyed their high school days. He could only stare down, slack jawed, as the pair licked their lips clean and then immediately guided poor Jane to give him a final, tongue smacking clean up of his slowly shrinking cock.

What the fuck had just happened?

Jack slumped down next to Jane, his legs trembling, and suddenly felt as exhausted as his classmate looked. Jane dropped her head onto his leg and closed her eyes, and Jack was ready to join her in a nap when the twins' evil giggles forced his eyes open.

Of course, the insatiable Penny and Olivia seemed to be ready for their own release and they eyed him appraisingly. Jack felt a sudden stab of anxiety at their decidedly sultry gazes, feeling like a mouse caught between two hungry cats. They couldn’t be thinking that he could do more right now, could they? And even if he could, they were his cousins after all! Sucking his dick was one thing, but could he… Oh God, what were they hoping he might do next?! As horrified as he was for a second, he also felt a dirty tingle deep in his stomach at the thought of fucking them.

Had he lost truly lost his mind?

“No, I don’t think I can…” he said weakly, eyes pleading.

“It’s okay, Jack, we’ll give you a minute to recover,” said Olivia. Her tone brooked no argument.

“Here, let’s give him something to get excited about,” said Penny, before pushing Olivia onto her back.

Olivia's thighs parted invitingly as she reclined, and Jack swallowed as his cousin's sex splayed out before him. It was a sight he’d literally only imagined before, and in truth, his knowledge of female anatomy was lacking except for drawn diagrams in certain anatomy books he’d found in the Miskatonic University library. Olivia was giving him her own explicit lesson, and in full color, and he was absolutely mesmerized. Underneath a thatch of curly, light brown hair was a pink and inviting valley that glistened in the dim light. Her folds were thin and wrinkled, but had parted like the petals of a flower to expose the darker red of her inner depths. At the bottom of her pear shaped slit was a shadowed hole, gaping slightly open as if begging for his cock to fill it, and Jack’s eyes widened as he became transfixed on that tempting target. Despite his drained state, he felt a new stirring in his loins.

“Let’s get you ready for him…”

“Penny! No, you CAN'T!”

Olivia lifted her head in true alarm, but her sister had already lowered her face, hands forcing Olivia’s thighs wider, and as Jack watched with a sick and perverted fascination, Penny took a long, slow lick that slurped through her sister’s wet cunt. Olivia's protests quickly turned into a deep and lusty moan. Penny swirled her tongue into her sister's depths, teasing a quiver out of Olivia's thighs, before giving her a lip smacking and open mouthed kiss down below, as if enthusiastically making out with the wrong body part.

“Oh… you fuckin’ slut… I can’t believe you just did that! You are SO fucking dirty!"

Penny was grinning at Jack, licking her lips teasingly to lap up traces of Olivia's arousal that glistened on her cheeks and chin. She seemed about ready to dive down for another taste when the radio suddenly stopped.

The silence was deafening, punctuated by a couple shrill “Tekeli-li” calls from above.

Jack felt a sudden sobering in his mind, the musk of female arousal and male cum fading from his nostrils as the rotten metal smell from the Shoggoth above returned. That alien odor cleared his mind in seconds, as if he’d had another dose of smelling salts. Penny looked horrified, sitting upright and suddenly licking her lips vigorously, this time to clear the taste of her sister from her mouth instead of savor it, while her nose wrinkled in disgust. Olivia snapped her thighs shut and stared at Jack with an expression of absolute mortification.

A sudden clanging at the door, the sound of someone clearly working on unlocking the padlock and chain outside, delayed the awkward moment of lucidity that was about to happen for the foursome. Jack pulled Jane up frantically as the twins sprung to their feet in alarm. Whether it was fear of being caught in the forbidden room, or the more humiliating fear at being caught naked together, suddenly they were all in unspoken agreement to flee and quickly.

“Quick, there is a door at the far end that goes outside. It may only be bolted from the inside!” whispered Penny before she took off running towards the darkened far end of the hall. Olivia was hot on her heels, but Jack paused to quickly try and gather their scattered clothes from around the lectern. He grabbed what he could, hoping he'd gotten it all, and scampered after them.

“It’s bolted, but rusty,” grunted Olivia as she pulled at the simple iron bolt of the old double-wide metal door. It slid with a squeak just as the main doors swung open behind them. There wasn’t enough time to open the back door and flee without being seen, so Olivia joined the other three youths in hiding behind some crates. They peered from the darkness at the well lit front half of the hall.

“Shhhh,” whispered Penny, as figures entered the room.

 

[Shiva the Cat]

Jane could feel Jack's body relaxing beside her, and without quite knowing why she draped one arm around his waist. Glancing upward through half-lidded eyes, she was surprised to see not the face of a gloating alpha male reveling in the subjugation of a young woman, but a bewildered (yet satisfied) boy who'd just been given something so wonderful he could hardly believe it. It was endearing really, and was beginning to soften her thoughts about what had just happened. There was no denying Jane had enjoyed the feeling of Penny's tongue in her and Jack's hands on her, and if she was generous enough to return the favor...well, what was so wrong with that?

She was quickly distracted though by the sight of movement before them, and the student let out a little gasp as she realized Olivia was now wantonly displaying her own sex before them, although Jane had the feeling it was really more for Jack's benefit than her own. But they're cousins! the visitor thought, even though it wasn't completely unheard of in her part of the country for such relations to marry. Whatever excuse she might have made for Olivia and Jack though went right out the window when Penny began to give her sister's pussy the same treatment she'd given Jane's. Horror and fascination washed across the student's face, but she was still too exhausted to move or even look away, and like the twitching cock beside her cheek she was also feeling a little twinge of arousal as she watched.

Then as quickly as the twins had started, they stopped. Jane's face contorted in confusion, and it was at that moment she realized the room had chilled considerably, making her shiver and shrink her limbs away from her colleague until she was curled into a ball. A disgusting smell had hit her nose as well, and all had fallen eerily silent except for the sound of the abomination on the ceiling. Brown eyes fixating upward, the student let out a little choked scream of fright as she realized the thing was still there, and suddenly all she wanted was to get out of that room as quickly as possible. Clothing forgotten, she rose up on shaky legs, accepting Jack's firm hand but suddenly unable to look him in the eye.

The silence was broken by the sound of clinking metal on the far side of the door, and as the color drained from Jane's face as she bolted quickly after the twins, her hair flying behind her. They led her towards a door she hadn't noticed before, and for a moment she saw escape hanging tantalizingly before her eyes...and then the main doors opened, creaking loudly enough to cover the sound of the rusty bolt that kept them all trapped, at least for now. The shadows were still dark enough that the student might have been willing to try and slip out into the night regardless, but she didn't dare make the attempt alone, and it was pretty clear the others did not intend to move until whoever had entered the hall had finished their business and gone away again.

Maybe it was because she was a stranger to the house, and therefore had less to lose if they were discovered, but Jane was frustrated at the others' cowardice. Sure it would be humiliating to be caught, but it was better to be humiliated than to be left with that...thing. It's multitude of eyes still seemed fixed on the quartet hiding behind the crates, and every new “Tekeli-li” seemed pointed in their direction as if it was trying to give away their location. Very slowy, but surely enough, Jane's fear was beginning to harden into anger, and she scowled rebelliously up towards the thing, ready to throw something at it if it didn't shut up already.

Then something on the nearest crate caught her eye, and a better idea came to her.

"What are you doing?" One of the twins hissed as Jane picked up a revolver that had been carelessly left behind in a holster. She ignored the other girl and fastened the belt around her hips, imagining she must look absolutely ridiculous considering she was wearing nothing else, but feeling fresh comfort in seeing that all six chambers of the gun had been loaded. There was a second holster on the belt as well, and although she had hardly dared to hope...yes! Another pistol had been left behind, also loaded, in a little cranny between the boxes. For a moment, she wondered if someone had purposely stacked the boxes here and stowed the weapons as if to create a little fort for themselves, but as she stowed the other gun in the empty holster, she felt assured enough to look back up at the monster on the ceiling.

"Insurance," she whispered in response, starting at it as long as she could in the hopes of finding some identifiable weak spot, but eventually dropping her gaze again when all the bubbling and squelching flesh making her bile rise again. Instead, she glanced towards Jack and the bundle of mismatched clothes he was still clutching against his chest. "Do you have my shirt?" she whispered, shivering again in the cold and rather indignantly crossing her arms over her chest before he (or the twins, for that matter) could get a further eyeful of her tightening nipples and quivering flesh.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

There was a lot for Jack to process after the spontaneous foursome that had just happened. Certainly, there were images that he would relive fondly in his mind for years to come, maybe for the rest of his life, but there were also emotions swirling that he couldn't even understand. He could still feel the shock and disgust, tempered by a dirty taboo thrill, at what Penny had just done with her sister, but that could be written off by whatever strange power had lowered all their inhibitions and given them that surge in libido. No, it was all the wonderful thoughts that had been going through his head around Jane, and the embarrassment he felt now, that he couldn't deal with right at this moment.

It was odd. He couldn't even look Jane in the eye, let alone tell her how his heart truly felt about her. Strange that he'd have this reticence after she had just greedily swallowed down his cum. The entire thing was just so... awkward. Even now, with three attractive and very naked girls squatting next to him, Jack kept his eyes studiously on the main doors to the hall, even though he'd already seen EVERYTHING, literally, by this point.

"By the Virgin Mary's GRACE!" George's voice carried across the cavernous hall as he screamed in surprise. "What the HELL is that monster?!"

The Professor entered first, followed by Margaret, and then George, who trailed behind with a horrified expression on his face. All three of them carried shotguns, and looked a bit unkempt.

The Professor's answer was too soft for Jack to hear, but after closing the door, the trio approached the lectern in the center of the room. The Professor eyed the two books, then gave the room a sweeping examination with his eyes. Jack crouched lower, hoping the deep darkness at the end of the nave hid the four of them.

"...this is just one... the main one... of the guardians," the Professor was explaining, motioning up at the shoggoth. His voice barely made it Jack's ears, but with the monster's shrill cries, the sizzling bursts of electricity above, and frequent interjections from George, it was hard to hear everything clearly. "...caught it after it killed two of my men..." George's eyes never left the monster, but Margaret clearly had seen it before and seemed almost bored. "...need to make sure... arcane magic...." The Professor put his gun down and began gesticulating, his hands seeming to describe some structure or building as George nodded along. "...if it is her, and I can't say for sure, then we must be firm... I need you to not think of her as a human..."

"What about calling the police? Surely they can help..." George's deep voice carried well.

"No, do you think they would understand? If we alarm them..." the Professor grew animated, almost shouting. "...the only chance we have is tomorrow..." George was nodding, reluctantly, as was Margaret. "...must not miss this opportunity..." They were all talking at once, with Margaret interrupting and shouting something about her family. The Professor silenced them with a glare."...no other alternative! Both of you must swear, you will kill her if we need to, and certainly if I am indisposed... do you understand?"

"Yes." Both Margaret and George replied at the same time, their voices resolute.

More animated discussion followed, with all three of them talking at once, but Jack couldn't pick out what the gist of it anymore.

Jack was vaguely aware of Jane grabbing something from the top of the crate by her, but he was so focused on the conversation that he wasn't quite paying attention. She was whispering with the twins, but Jack tried to focus on the three adults to understand what they appeared to be arguing about. Only when Jane asked him directly about her shirt did Jack glance over. He'd forgotten she was naked, that they were all naked in fact, and he felt his face heat up as he flushed. Technically, Jane wasn't fully naked anymore as she had a belt on with pistols holstered on her hips! It was incongruous, yet sexy as hell. Well, Jane would be sexy in almost anything with that much flesh showing to be fair. Those wonderful breasts were suddenly in his eyes, lightly heaving with her shallow breathing. He dragged his eyes up to her face, an act that required all of his willpower.

"What?" was the most intelligent thing Jack could muster in response. She had asked him something, but he had absolutely no clue what it was as his mind was fixated completely on her nakedness.

"What is THIS!?" exclaimed the Professor, causing everyone in the room to look at him. He used the tip of his shotgun to pick up a small, white bit of cloth from the ground behind the lectern, which Jack knew instantly were Jane's panties. Plucking the garment off the shotgun with his fingers, he tentatively lifted them to his nose and took a sniff, eyes going wide as he looked around the room. "We are not alone. Quick, search the room!"

"Go!" whispered Olivia, before she duckwalked to the rear door and pushed it open a tiny bit.

Penny followed her, crawling on her hands and knees and giving Jack a distracting look at her pale and round ass. In a rush, he dropped the clothes he held and grabbed Jane by her shoulders, the only safe body part to touch, to push her towards the door. Olivia swung the thankfully well-greased and quiet door back to shut as soon as Jack and Jane exited.

Outside the West Hall, as was appropriate for its early use as a Church, was a family cemetery. The nearly full moon provided a surprising amount of wan and silvery light, but large and dark clouds were threatening to obscure it. A distant rumble of thunder rolled in from the far off hills and the wind whipped briefly, giving Jack a chill that sprouted goosebumps down his exposed body. It was a bit cool, but the day had been unseasonably warm thankfully, so the temperature was bearable for a short stint, although he'd like to get inside as quickly as possible. To add to the creepiness of the graveyard, the scattered dark trees between the gravestones were twisted and stunted, deformed into odd and unnatural shapes that threw strange and menacing shadows.

"Let's sneak around to the rear entrance," suggested Penny.

Their abundant pale skin shone in the moonlight, and Jack felt very conspicuous, as if part of a group of glowing ghosts.

"How did you get guns?" asked Jack to Jane, more as an excuse to let his eyes wander down her naked body again. He snapped them back up to her face as he felt a little heat in his loins. Getting an erection now would not be a good thing.

"What the HELL!?" Olivia whisper-shouted the words to them, and beckoned them over urgently.

One of the graves had been freshly excavated, a moist pile of dirt heaped on the grass next to the deep pit that had been dug. Two shovels were stuck into the dirt pile.

"It's our Great Grandmother's!" Penny exclaimed after glancing at the headstone. In the pit was an old casket, the untreated pine gray and nearly rotted with age. It had been cracked open, nails pried out, but the lid was resting down and hiding what was inside.

As they stared at it, Jack knew the unspoken curiosity that all of them had right now. He hesitated, but knew as the man of the group he was the one expected to answer the dreaded question in their minds. Grabbing a shovel, he knelt at the edge of the pit and stretched down. It took a couple of attempts, but he hooked the edge of the casket lid and flipped it over. He screwed his face up in preparation to be disgusted, expecting to see a rotten corpse or some other equally horrendous sight, but inside the casket there was... nothing.

It was completely empty! And from the look of the wood, no corpse had ever been inside.

"What the hell?" he said as pulled the shovel out and let the lid fall. Penny and Olivia looked perplexed, and backed away from the edge of the grave towards the shadowed tree behind them. Suddenly, Olivia tripped on something and lost her balance, falling to the ground. She let out a full throated scream of terror, and rolled to her side, while Penny erupted with her own shriek that she half-muzzled with a hand. She pointed at the ground and shook in terror.

Jack rushed forward to help the hysterical Olivia, but gasped when he saw her back was covered in blood. He helped her to her feet as she continued to wail, shushing her.

In the shadow of the tree was a man's body, or the remnants of a man's body, which Olivia had stumbled over. The legs and feet appeared undisturbed, clad in boots and workman's trousers, but the entire upper half was eviscerated, transformed into a bloody cavity full of broken ribs and unidentifiable mangled organs, as if some monster had half-eaten him.

Even more shocking, the man's head was missing entirely!

Jack covered Olivia's mouth and held her to him, feeling the dead man's cold and slippery blood on his arm as he reached around her back. She had been screaming loud enough to wake the dead, and he glanced at West Hall nervously. Had the Professor heard them?

"Let's go!" he half-shouted at the girls, nodding towards the rear of house, before lifting his hand from Olivia's mouth and grabbing her hand to pull him after him.

What the fuck was going on!?

 

[Shiva the Cat]

What in the world...was that the professor? Did he know about the thing on the ceiling? Apparently so, and he hardly seemed shocked about it. Nor did the soft, feminine voice of Margaret, which was even more surprising. Only the groundskeeper sounded properly terrified, and strange suspicions began to race through Jane's mind, especially when the subject of killing a mysterious "her" came up. A shudder wracked through her body, and her hands immediately drifted down to the pistols on her hips. If by "her" the others in the room were referring to their hapless guest, they had another thing coming if they though she would go down without a fight, though she had never actually pointed a gun at another person before and wondered if she'd be able to, even in self defense.

Thankfully, the twins had finally gotten the door opened and were smart enough to choose flight over fight. Jack too was gallantly trying to usher his naked colleague from the room, however a pointed gaze from Jane's dark eyes made it quite clear the hands on her shoulders were very unnecessary. It was only when they were outside and an even colder breeze washed over her sensitive skin that the young woman realized Jack had dropped their clothing as well. Of course he did she thought with a disgruntled flash of the eyes, stepping firmly out of his grasp and turning to see where the twins had gone.

As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she realized the series of oddly protruding lumps and bumps in the ground were actually headstones, which both unnerved her and provided her with a bizarre sense of relief; at least they'd have something to hide behind if Dr. Mathis and the others followed them out. A rumble of thunder would hopefully drown out their voices and heavy breathing as they ran as well, although Jack's voice seemed painfully loud as he asked about the guns.

"They were just laying there, didn't you take one?" she hissed back, with a little more annoyance than was probably necessary. No; a quick glance back was enough to tell him Jack had nothing on him that God hadn't given him. Jane's cheeks turned slightly pink as she glanced towards his manhood, still rather impressive even when he wasn't hard. Drawing out one of the guns, she held it towards him handle first. "Here," she said quickly, avoiding his gaze. "If you know how to use it, you can have it. Just don't fire and give away our location if you can help it, all right?"

It was the twins' voices that distracted her next, and eager to put as much distance between herself and the naked young man, Jane darted to their side, eyes widening at the sight of an open grave. At first Jane felt the blood draining from her face, expecting that the grave was new and waiting to be filled (and drawing her to yet again grip her pistol for reassurance). It was only when she saw the date on the headstone and heard the exclamation from Penny that her fear changed to confusion, and she began to search her companions' faces for explanation.

"Could there have been a mistake with the headstone?" she suggested hopefully. "Or maybe her body was moved?" But what did that mean about the coffin in the bottom of the grave? Who was buried there?

No one, apparently, and that made Jane's heart begin to beat even faster. She just couldn't shake the feeling that somehow, it was intended for her. She could practically see the lid closing before her eyes, plunging her into blackness while the little sprinkles of falling earth began to bury her, the air growing thinner and thinner every moment as her nails scrabbled against the lid and she struggled to stay conscious...

Unlike the twins, Jane was rooted to the spot in horror at her reverie, and nothing could have broken the spell except the piercing scream from one of the twins. As she remembered she was standing upright, with plenty of air yet in her lungs, and and six bullets in her chambers. Turning on her heel, she ran to the side of the twins, gasping first at the sight of blood on Olivia's back, then at the source of it. "Mother of god...!" the young woman gasped, feeling the bile rising in her stomach. Turning firmly away, she forced the vomit back down and took a deep breath of the thankfully fresh (if cold) wind that had swept over them.

"Who is he?" she finally asked Jack when she could trust herself to look vaguely in his direction, but he was already urging them onward. Was it just the wind, or could she hear the sound of voices behind them?

Either way, the identity of the dead man suddenly didn't seem so important, and stepping lightly she followed the others towards the back of the house.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

Jack wondered if Jane could see his fresh blush in the moonlight as she gave him a once over. She definitely taken a glance down at his manhood, he was sure of it, and despite everything that had happened he still was a bit embarrassed about being fully nude in front of her. He expected the twins to steal glances, and give him teasing looks, which they certainly were doing, but he couldn’t handle Jane checking him out as well. Not that he wasn’t proud of what she might see, but still, it took all his willpower to not perform a fig leaf style cover of his crotch, which he knew would only make things worse and let all these girls know just how awkward he felt right now.

“What?!” Jack gasped as he took the revolver that Jane proffered him. He held it gingerly, not sure where to point it or what to do with it. He had no holster, or anything, and the cold metal felt incredibly heavy for its size. He couldn’t admit he’d never held a pistol before, let alone fired one, so he gave her a weak grin as he hefted it in his hand. Surely they wouldn’t need revolvers? That shoggoth was bound up and the fish people were all down in the sewers. Well, he’d just hold on to it for safekeeping, and find a way to stash it in his bedroom later just in case. He had shot a B.B. rifle before, here at the mansion, but that was years ago. “Uhm, yes, of course I can shoot a gun! Don’t worry about me!”

After discovering the half-eaten remains of the unknown gravedigger, Jack was very glad he had the pistol, even if he had no clue how to use it other than the vague idea that he could point it and pull the trigger. Did he have to cock the hammer? That’s what he remembered in the movies. at least. He brandished the gun and pulled the shaken Olivia after him. He was following Jane, who was moving with confidence as she held her revolver at the ready. For a brief second, he was able to ignore the fact they were all naked, but even in his terror stricken state, he had to admit Jane had a pretty cute ass. The belt of her holsters framed it nicely, making her two small, but nicely rounded, globes pop nicely with all that dark leather around them.

“Wait,” Olivia had stopped and Jack nearly bumped into the cute ass he was ogling as Jane pulled up suddenly behind her. They’d rounded the West Hall and were approaching the back of the house, but Olivia had a puzzled look on her face. “I don’t remember all these trees… and are they moving?!”

The demented and twisted trees of the graveyard did have an ominous feel to them, and their limbs swayed hypnotically despite the breeze being light. It was late Spring, and with a sudden stab of fear Jack noticed their tangled limbs seemed to be bereft of any leaves. As he studied them closer, they seemed to be strangely flexible, impossibly so. It became clear the more he watched that they were moving in whiplike undulations, more like tentacles than rigid tree branches.

“I… they don’t look normal…” Jack began as his heart hammered again his chest and he felt his body tremble. After all the horrors he’d seen tonight, his mind began to panic yet again as he tried to make sense of something that should not be possible.

One of the monster tree-things, the closest one to them, had an obscured object held close to its trunk. The strange appendages wrapped around that shadowy shape tightly, swirling like a nest of snakes, as it shook and rubbed the thing against its trunk, making what sounded to Jack's fevered mind like chewing sounds. With a sudden whoosh, it flung the object away, and a human body landed with a thud twenty feet from the four stunned youths. Similar to the first dead man, this one was headless and eviscerated, a hollowed form with legs and arms still attached.

Then the tree-thing started to move towards them.

A brighter patch of moonlight free of clouds provided better illumination and revealed the creature’s true form. Jet black in color, it was a nightmare creation of mostly long, snake-like limbs that towered high and gave it a tree-like silhouette. Those waving limbs fused together to form a horrible trunk, with multiple puckered maws that dripped slimy green goo. Scattered between the mouths were jet black bumps that could only be unblinking and alien eyes. It walked on a cluster of stumpy, short and hoofed legs, which worked in clumsy coordination to propel it in a lurching gait forward.

From its horrid mouths came a whistling and reedy howl, like the wind roaring in the the trees, and Jack would think it meaningless gibberish in any other context than tonight.

“Iä! Shub-Niggurath! E hu shub niggur ath n gaa ryula neb shoggoth. Iä! Shub-Niggurath!”

Behind it, other of the trees-thing abominations came to life and started a teetering, wobbling and horrid advance, their coronas of eely limbs lifted high and waving in unmistakeable menace.

Jack was rooted in place with fear, the three girls all trembling next to him as well. It was so insane, so unbelievable, and so overwhelming that he felt as if he was trapped in one of those nightmares where his feet were stuck in quicksand and he was helpless to escape the horror that approached.

This couldn't be happening!

 

[Shiva the Cat]

With every step Jane wished less and less that she'd given Jack the gun. The good news was he was still ahead of her, and hopefully her skin was pale enough that he wouldn't mistake her for...well, whatever had gotten to the poor bastard by the grave. It did seem unlikely that there was another naked person running around tearing hapless residents into pieces, so it was unlikely the murder could slip in among them unnoticed, but in that case what had caused the carnage? The student recalled George's mention of some kind of beast that had killed the livestock, and then the bubbling thing on the ceiling of the great hall. She hadn't seen any teeth on the creature but those long tendrils certainly looked strong enough to rip someone in half. The question was, what would happen if she shot it? And what if there was more than one still outside?

Taking a deep breath as she took a careful step ahead of Jack, Jane listened sharply as she heard a branch snap. Her head jerked in the direction of the sound, and readying her pistol she very slowly began to raise her wrist, eyes scanning the darkness for the nearest sight of a threat. But all she could see was trees, their limbs swaying creakily in the wind.

What wind?

Everything had gone dead quiet, and the air was still on her skin. And yet the branches swayed, even as one of the twins murmured about there not having been trees in this area previously. The motions in front of her seemed to slow, and while she could hear Jack murmuring something his voice seemed very far away. Instead, Jane heard someone else's advice muttering in her ear, and she suddenly remembered what her Grandaddy had told her once when the family was headed up to Estes Park for one of their summer vacations. They'd been sitting on the porch of their rented cabin, and the old man with the drooping mustache had gingerly placed a pistol (not dissimilar to the one Jane was currently gripping) in her hand.

"Now if you see a bear, Missy, you have to shoot. Especially if it's a momma with cubs nearby. Otherwise she's gonna rush you, and I don't think even a slippery little thing like you could escape that. But...you don't have to hit her. The noise should be enough to scare them off, or at least get them to back down long enough that you can make a break for it."

The second body landed in front of her, and suddenly everything was moving at lightning quick speed again. Setting her jaw, Jane aimed for the nearest of the tree-things, then fired. In the dark she couldn't tell if she'd hit it, but for the briefest of moments it seemed as though her grandfather was right, and the sound had startled them if only for a moment. "RUN!" she shrieked, firing only once more into the throng of the monsters before cutting sharply to the side. The creatures hadn't seemed particularly light or steady on their feet, and although it was awkward to run without clothes on Jane did suspect she was able to move a little bit faster than she could have in her waterlogged trousers or a confining dress.

As she approached the stone wall of the graveyard she paused, and although she suspected it might have been rather Lot's Wife of her, the student did look back towards the monstrosities, more to ensure the rest of the party was still with her. For a moment she considered firing the gun again, but she only had four bullets left (damn her for giving Jack the other one!) and after everything she'd seen this evening she didn't feel safe enough to waste them all now. Instead she waved her hands vigorously, hoping the others could see her, before scrambling over the wall and collapsing onto the far side. To be safe, she crawled a little ways away from where she'd crossed, still sticking close to the moss-covered stones, but if one of the tree things were to reach over to try and fish her up it would have to be damn lucky at guessing her location.

Still, it took all her effort to keep from breathing too hard, and the temptation to pop her head up and look towards the others was growing irresistable. It was cruel of her to think it in the moment, but if something happened to the twins, well, so be it. But Jack? Her heart clenched tightly. He had to survive. They had to make it back to Arkham together, and then...what? She'd write a paper about a series of impossible events and be laughed out of the program? Well, that would certainly be the case if she didn't have at least one witness to accompany her.

"Come on, Jack..." she whispered under her breath, preparing to rise up again and peek over the wall.

 

[Darkest Nightmare]

This can’t be happening. This CAN’T be happening. THIS CAN’T BE…

If he just repeated the thought enough, Jack prayed his nightmare would end. He felt like a deer caught in a set of headlights, as if his primitive brain couldn’t process a deadly reality out of its realm of conception, and one that was hurtling towards him at unfathomable speeds. He wanted to run, wanted to scream, want to do anything, but he remained locked in place, jaw slack, as the tree-monsters lurched closer and closer.

BAM. BAM.

The sound of Jane’s gun firing was deafening in the still night air and this close to Jack’s ears. The blast shook him out of his terror-stricken state and he brought his own revolver up in answer, his hand shaking as he pointed it at the closest moving tree. What could he even aim at when his target was all mouths, eyes and waving limbs? Was there a brain? He regripped the heavy gun with both hands to better steady his trembling hands, then closed his eyes, scrunched his face, and squeezed the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He looked at the revolver curiously. Was he supposed cock it?

“Run!”

BAM.

Jane’s cry and subsequent shot forced Jack to move. Making sure that both twins were already running, he took off after the three girls. Behind him, around the side of the house, he heard voices shouting and a series of deep booms that sounded like shotgun blasts to his inexperienced ears. He didn’t dare to look back, but kept his eyes on the uneven ground of the graveyard, following the twins as they vaulted low gravestones and plants, until the high stone wall that fringed the cemetery was in sight.

Jane was waving at them from the top, but quickly scampered over the wall. Her pale rear shone in the moonlight before it vanished like a mirage. How Jack wished he was there with her, relatively safe on the other side. Could these things climb? His cousins were ten feet ahead of him and already climbing themselves, their nude bodies glowing against the dark stone and their motions jerky and frantic. Penny was wailing in horror, while Olivia was screaming at her to shut up and climb. Jack paused beneath them, then took a nervous glance back.

The closest tree-monster was right behind him, maybe forty feet away and lumbering impossibly fast on its odd configuration of hoofed feet. With a cry of dismay, Jack threw his revolver over the wall and started climbing as fast as he could. He had no experience rock climbing, but the old stones were set roughly provided plenty of purchase, while an explosion of vines offered additional handholds. Hand, foot, hand, foot, he kept a rhythm, heart pounding in his chest, as he scaled up and reached the mossy top of the wall.

“Iä! Shub-Niggurath!”

The reedy scream sounded right behind him and he threw himself over the wall in terror, desperate to get as far away from the creature as he could. For a second, he was in glorious freefall, the dark grass on the other side accelerating at his face and the three girls looking up at him with expressions of horror on their faces.

Then his fall stopped.

He felt a tentacle wrap around his ankle, arresting his fall, and his body swung to crash hard into the stone wall. Only adrenaline let him ignore the pain as his bare front side bashed into the rough stones.

“N-ooooooooo!” he screamed out, clawing against the pull of the monster by grabbing the wall with his fingernails. He was so close, his fingers maybe a foot from the grass, but the beast was pulling hard to suck him back up as additional tentacles slapped blindly against the wall next to him.

“Shoot it! Shoot its arm!” he screamed at Jane.

Above him, the night sky lit up with yellow and red light, as if a massive fire had started back in the cemetery. It was a bright, sharp pulse, that faded, then flared again.

The monster seemed to hesitate, its tentacle not releasing him but not pulling either, as if its attention was momentarily distracted.

“Heeeeeelp!” he yelled out.

 

[Shiva the Cat]

A body thumped over the wall. Then another. Both were nude but alive, and Jane supposed she ought to have been thankful that the twins at least had gotten away. But both were quivering, panting messes, and Penny's sobs would hardly be helpful if they hoped to avoid drawing the creatures attention. "Where's Jack?" Jane snapped in a whisper, her free hand gripping the shoulder of the nearest twin and giving her a rough shake. The sound of something else landing in the grass sent a little jolt of hope through the scholar as she turned towards it, but she realized with horror it was nothing more than the other gun (which thankfully hadn't gone off with the impact). "Fuck," she hissed, scrambling forward to pick it up before turning around to look back at the wall.

"Move, both of you!" she snapped at the twins, checking Jack's gun and praying there were still bullets left. Thankfully it looked like he hadn't even manage to fire a single shot, and while ten bullets hardly seemed like enough to stop the things entirely, she might still buy her friend some time to escape. Assuming he was still capable of escaping.

As the twins raced past her, Jane took a deep breath then leapt to her feet. She'd holstered the one gun and held the other with both hands, trying to keep steady as she scanned the darkness for Jack's pale form. To her surprise, it appeared several feet along the wall to her right, tumbling over the stones before a sinister looking tendril had reached over to catch him by the ankle. Like an animal caught in a snare, the young man hung helplessly upside down, and the sound of his body crashing against the stone wall was sickening. For a moment, Jane was worried her colleague had hit his head and gone unconscious, but thankfully his screams continued with renewed terror.

“Shoot it! Shoot its arm!” he screamed at Jane.

She wanted to, but he was wriggling so damn much she couldn't get a clear shot. Thick as the tentacles were they still weren't as clear of a target as Jack himself, and she'd hardly do him any good of the bullet went into his legs or torso instead of his bond. To the panicking captive, it probably looked like Jane was taking her sweet time as she took careful aim and tried to still her breathing and hands. "Hold still!" she called out as her dark eyes focused on the point just above his feet. Visualizing the cans she and her siblings had always used as target practice, Jane inhaled deeply...

...then fired.

Something in the darkness screamed, but she was pretty sure it wasn't Jack. Still, for one brief moment she was sure she'd hit him instead of the tentacle, and it was only when she saw his body crashing to the ground that she realized she'd hit her mark. Holstering the other gun, Jane broke into a run and seized her colleague by the arms, yanking him to his feet with strength that even surprised herself. Paying not attention to the condition of his legs (which must have smarted after a fall like that) she began to drag him in the direction of the twins had gone. "Come on Moody...we aren't dying here...not tonight," she grunted, running as best as she could while still keeping a hold on him.

She caught sight of a white body ducking into the bushes at the back of the house, and while at first Jane had been inclined to join them, a familiar noise and some strange shapes tethered nearby made her pause. "Horses!" she gasped in relief, ready to ride bareback all the way to Colorado if she had to. Letting go of Jack, she took a step towards them when a sharp whisper made her pause.

"Don't! Someone's coming!" one of the twins hissed, a white hand reaching out from the bushes to beckon her backwards. Sure enough, Jane could see the shapes of men approaching, and for a moment she forgot her nakedness and was ready to call out to them. Then the cool breeze reminded her she was wearing nothing but a gun belt, and fresh color suffused her skin as she ducked for the bushes. Once she was fully concealed, she also remembered what Dr. Mathis had said back in the great hall. He knew at least some of the strange things that were going on, and was conspiring to murder...well, someone. But who was to say the approaching men weren't working for him as well? Maybe it would be best for them to encounter the monstrous tree-things on their own if that were the case.

"Who are they?" Jane whispered as loud as she dared, and a set of nails digging into her forearm warned her to keep her voice down.

"Don't know," one of the twins breathed. "But we shouldn't let them find us. Come on, there's another way in," the young woman hissed, dropping to her hands and knees and crawling through the bushes towards a wooden door set flat in the ground up ahead. Jane followed obediently, only pausing long enough to make sure Jack was still behind her, and crawled in a similar fashion towards what was hopefully a safe haven at last.