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The Horrors of Habitrail House
By Chas
We all thought it was some goofy joke, you know? We called the old place
"Habitrail House," because of all the legends about rooms shifting, hallways
leading nowhere and the floor plan never being the same way twice. Kind of like a
hamster's Habitrail. We all thought it was a bloody joke.
And I was the lucky one. I inherited the old spookhouse, and it was up to me what
to do with it. Which wasn't an enviable situation, because the old folks still
had very strong feelings about the place. To our generation, not being around
when the supposed incidents that led to its infamy took place, these protests
seemed laughable and worthy of the tabloids. Demons, monsters, Jack the Ripper...
everything was said to have inhabited the dilapidated structure. There were even
tales about how the townsfolk had tried to set it ablaze, but it refused to burn.
Silly stuff of legends.
What we did know about the place was that some sixty years ago, my grandfather,
two women and three sheriff's deputies vanished inside it. The bodies were never
recovered -- in fact, two of those deputies were from an ill-fated search party.
Apparently, my grandfather had some eccentric reading habits -- he collected
occult books and tomes on magic -- and everyone thought he was trying to conjure
up some entity. He certainly was probably a little crazy, because Grandma
wouldn't have simply left him for no reason. She wasn't the type to run away.
Grandma did go a little crazy after that, though. She told wild tales of
mysterious shiftings of time and space; of some entity, which had entered our
world and was collecting it's power. She claimed that my grandfather had summoned
a major demon into the home, and that it had taken possession of the place. She
claimed that it fed on pain and horror -- that it could reshape reality in order
to terrorize it's inhabitants.
Which we all dismissed as bullshit, of course. Why shouldn't we have? It didn't
fit with anything else that we know to be true.
So I didn't listen. That was my first mistake.
I knew that when I turned eighteen, ownership of the place would fall to me. So I
planned this huge party in the old building. I made arrangements for the caterer,
invited hundreds of guests, hired the DJ and ordered a shipment of booze. All
that remained was to get the key and set up the decorations.
I got the key on my birthday, and not a minute sooner. My superstitious guardian
(who looked after me since my parents died in a car accident three years ago)
made sure of it. So Amy and I had to hurry to open up the place and get it ready.
We raced in like a pair of giddy, excited kids, and first raced to a number of
different rooms, trying to familiarize ourselves with the floor plan. The house
hadn't seemed nearly as stuffy as I'd expected, and when we were pulling the
sheets off the old furniture, there really wasn't a whole lot of dust raised. Not
much for after sixty years, anyway.
We determined the location of the kitchen, got the fridge working, found the
bathrooms, figured out where we wanted the DJ to set up, and then I decided to go
to the car for the decorations. Except when I went down the hallway, I ended up
in the kitchen. I didn't remember the hallway going there. A few more turns, and
I found myself in the bedroom with Amy, again.
"What's the matter? Got lost?"
Well, of course, I didn't want to look stupid, so I ad-libbed. "Actually, I
thought that before we set up, you and I might want to inaugurate the bedroom..."
What the hell? We didn't really have the time, but if she said yes, it'd be worth
being late getting ready for the party.
She smiled, warmly. "I think you've been reading my mind."
And in seconds, we were pulling off our clothes (we knew we didn't have a whole
lot of time). Amy kissed my lips, then my neck, then my collarbone, then my
nipples, then my navel. This put her on her knees, right in front of the raging
hard-on that had developed.
"With a place like this to live," she added, we could really make our dreams come
true. What's the one thing you'd wish for above all else?"
I laughed. "I'd want to have sex all the time, constantly be turned on, always be
fucking. What about you?"
She chuckled as she started kissing and handling and licking my penis. "Then I
guess I'd want to be sure that you only put this cock in me."
And with that, she encircled my waist with her arms and started to give me the
blowjob of a lifetime. It felt so intense that I tilted my head back and closed
my eyes, almost making a gasp of exhilaration. Her mouth was so silky, so moist.
I had my hand on her head at this point, and suddenly, something distractingly
weird happened. Her hair seemed to dissolve, and her head almost seemed to
flatten. I had to stop my reverie and look down.
Something was happening to Amy. Her arms had fused together and flattened,
fitting closely around my waist. They had developed a metallic sheen, and I
couldn't see the seam where they had joined. Her head, neck and shoulders
contracted and metamorphosized into a flattish steel piece joined at the band and
descending down over my crotch. My dick was still inside her mouth, but now it
was being crushed, constricted, forced to deflate and descend between my legs.
Her torso was also disappearing into the crotch piece, and her legs were turning
into steel bands, segmented to allow for some flexibility but otherwise also
flat. These swung up behind me to merge with the waistband at about the 4 and 8
o'clock positions. The belt had now become tight at my waist, snug down my crotch
and then split into a V over my ass cheeks so that my anus was still open. There
was no way I could get in there, and no apparent way to get the thing off. Amy
had become a steel chastity belt of some kind, and I was trapped inside her.
All at once, I panicked. Now, I really liked Amy. I didn't want anything to
happen to her, and, as far as I could understand it, she was gone. On top of
that, so was all access to my sex, which was also very important to me. I
panicked. I didn't even stop to grab my clothes. I knew at that point that
something really was wrong with the house, and it seemed that the most urgent
thing to do was to get out. There probably wasn't any way to bring Amy back, but
once I was outside the house, there might at least be able to get the belt off.
(But then, if Amy's still alive in there, that might hurt her?!?)
There were all sorts of questions racing through my mind as I ran down the
hallway and into the...
...maid's room? I had thought that this was where the kitchen was. No matter. I
ran back into the hallway, past the den, past the library, around the corner, and
into the...
...maid's room? This wasn't right. I had to get out. I raced to the window, flung
open the curtains...
...and stared dumbly at the bars outside that blocked that means of escape. I
jumped again when I heard the door to the room slam shut. Christ. I knew that if
I ran to the door, it would be locked. Whatever it was that was doing all of
this, it wanted me here.
Which was bizarre. The room seemed harmless enough. The walls were papered lily-
yellow, white and light gray with a floral print. The curtains were all trimmed
with lace, as were the valences and bed sheets. The whole thing seemed a frilly
nightmare, but hardly a menace to anyone. The only odd thing was the maid uniform
lay out on the bed, still waiting after sixty years to be worn. Of course, the
cut of it was so short and sexy that I'm sure it must have been too risque for
the 1940s or 50s.
At first, I thought it was my imagination, but I was sure that I'd seen one of
the lace gloves move.
I did. It vibrated with some kind of life, and I put out my hands almost
defensively, to stave off whatever might be happening.
The right glove leapt from the bed and unfurled itself across my hand to my
wrist. As it did so, I watched my hand change, the fingers becoming slimmer, the
nails growing longer, filed and shaped, painted red. My skin lost its dry,
wrinkled texture, opting for something more smooth and delicate. At the same
time, all the body hair fell off my hand and arm, all the way up to my shoulder,
all of which had begun to tingle.
Before I could even realize that my left arm was still out to defend me, the
other glove leapt onto it, and the same transformation occurred. I moved away
from the bed and pressed my back to the wall, shocked. This couldn't be
happening, of course.
But it was. Stockings began slithering along the floor toward my feet. I didn't
know what to do. I ran, and inadvertently stripped over the makeup table stool.
The stockings didn't miss their opportunity. They jumped to my toes, and unrolled
themselves upward. I reached down to try to stop them...
...and instead, my hands started assisting them. Whatever had transformed my
hands had possessed them as well! This was not going well at all! I watched in
horror as my leg hair dissolved, my legs reshaping into gorgeous, long and
sleekly-shaped things. Even my hips seemed to widen, and my ass... well, when all
was over and I got up to look at it in the mirror, it was this incredible
inverted-heart shape. But it was MY ass!
I turned back toward the bed, and my arms extended themselves outward. I couldn't
run, anymore. I started calling for help, gutturally, at first, and then I almost
started crying like a baby. Scared? I was mortified.
A lacy black bra flew at me, threaded itself through my outstretched arms, and
clasped in back. This was one of the parts I was dreading. But sure enough, my
body hair all fell away, and my chest swelled up to create these mammoth mounds -
- size D at least. My nipples grew larger and pinker, and despite the size of
everything, my boobs were still perky and aloft. I didn't know how I was going to
cope with them. But then again, I hadn't been changed into an inanimate object,
like Amy.
I didn't see it until it impacted against me and wrapped itself around my torso.
Then once it closed, the most foreboding satin corset I'd ever seen started
lacing itself up tightly, crushing me, reshaping me beyond anything normal or
natural. I was developing an almost inhuman hourglass figure, and the corset
encased me from just below my breasts to just about the midpoint of my hips.
The corset had no sooner finished tightening when I noticed garters creep to my
feet and then work their ways up my legs to mid-thigh. The corset had stays,
which linked themselves to my stockings, and a pair of shoes had drifted over,
inviting me to step in them. My legs complied, and the shoes slipped on, then
buckled around my ankles. I didn't know how I'd cope with them -- the heels had
to be over 6 inches high!
The scanty cocktail dress was next, flying over my head and down my body. It
snugged in tightly to my body, shrinking to fit it, except for the leg-of-mutton-
style sleeves and the flouncy, flared skirt, which didn't quite cover the
chastity belt that was Amy. My ass cheeks peeked out under the hem, even when I
WASN'T bending over. Worse, the neckline was very low -- so low that it actually
passed under my breasts. The bra that had shaped and covered them was now
disappearing, so my tits would be open and visible to everyone! And even without
the bra's visible support, they remained perky.
The maid's headpiece descended onto my head, and clasped itself in my hair, which
was changing. My mane grew quite long and wavy, and much thicker and blonder. At
the same time, I could see my face changing in the vanity mirror, becoming
softer, cuter and already made up with color. There were no visible signs that I
ever had stubble, and my lips had grown thicker, and very kissable -- a perpetual
pout. My cheekbones grew, and I knew I was going to be engagingly stunning.
Which was better than a hardened piece of steel, I had to remind myself. Although
with my body fully transformed, that was hardly a consolation. I was still
screaming, still pleading with whatever was causing this to change me back.
"That will be quite enough of that," a voice proclaimed from behind me. It was
guttural, grating, inhumanly deep and booming. The room trembled. And as he
spoke, a lacy collar encircled my throat, cutting off all sound. "Much better.
Now, when I permit you to speak, it will be with a much more feminine voice.
Unless, of course, I simply prefer you to be silent."
I couldn't negotiate or anything. But somehow, I didn't think I could offer the
creature behind me anything that he didn't already have. When I turned to see
him, I knew I was dealing with something not of this world.
The room was filling with red smoke, brimstone, and clouds of an eerie, backlit
luminescent green. And the creature behind me was large, very demonic-looking,
its flesh rough and scaly. It was humanoid, muscular, with sharp, piercing claws
for fingertips. It had powerful bat-like leathery wings and two enormous curved
horns, which arose from its skull. It had that proverbial arrowhead tail, blazing
golden eyes and a glowing red cast. But perhaps most ominous to me, especially in
this delicate, delicious-looking body, was the massive studded penis it had. The
tip looked sharp and pointed, and the girth was significant. If it was huge when
flaccid, I didn't want to see him hard!
"I own you now, little trifle, both body and soul -- although I think I shall
enjoy your body more." I shivered when he said that. "What's a good little maid's
name for you? How about Fifi?"
I wanted to tell him that it sounded like a poodle's name. But the subject didn't
interest him enough, he only wanted a name that would work and humiliate, and
then it was time to focus on other matters. He spoke,
"I am Bestarbeto, chief of lusts and primal urges. I am your Master. When your
grandfather released me on this plane of existence, I began collecting my powers
and am now ready to build my empire on this world of yours. You will bring me
people, whose terror and lusts will make me stronger as well as serve to
entertain me. And you will be my servant and favorite for as long as you continue
to please me. Your grandfather last held the role, but recently forfeited. He
spent several months in agonized penance on the barbecue, and he is now living
the rest of his existence as a toilet bowl brush in one of this mansion's bathing
rooms."
I shivered. I absolutely had to do everything he said. Everything depended on it.
"When I touch your flesh, you will feel burning and charring of your skin. Don't
worry, it will heal. Your body heals quickly and completely now, and does not
age. Additionally, you no longer need to eat or perform bodily functions --
unless I want you to, of course. So aside from a brand, which I will write onto
your buttock in a few moments to mark you as mine, you will be immortal. But of
course, you will still feel pain, I assure you."
I didn't like his smile as he said it. He moved closer to me, and I realized that
my body was standing straight and still, like I was preparing for a ceremonial
inspection. He reached out and took my nipple in his taloned fingers, pinching
and rolling it. It sizzled, and the pain was tremendous. But I knew I couldn't
allow myself to flinch. I was being scrutinized.
"Very good. There's hope for you, little Fifi. As to your present condition, I
have to admit that you two had served up some inspiration, earlier. You wished to
have sex forever, to be wanton and horny, and I shall see that you shall have it,
both from myself and the unsuspecting victims that enter this place. Your lady
friend also wished to ensure that your cock stayed within her only, and I have
granted that request as well. I had originally planned to give you a vagina, but
I liked your companion's idea better."
I was feeling horny, alright. Despite the terror, my body was lit up, all the
nerve endings tingling, my breath deep and airy. My penis was twitching within
its tight confines. I wanted to get hard, badly.
"Oh yes, your little Amy is still alive, and although she has no senses to speak
of, she is cognizant of what's going on. She is equally immortal, but unlike you,
she is impervious to anything that your world has to offer. But now, on to other
matters. The guests and catering staff will be arriving soon, will they not?"
If I wasn't already upright and stiff at attention, I'm sure that I would have
shot up with alarm. My God! I'd invited hundreds! What did I get everyone into?!?
"As everyone should start to arrive soon, it's only sensible to consummate our
agreement. You will bend over the vanity table, now." The order was given
casually but firmly. It was simply my job to comply completely.
I knew what this meant, of course! The steel of the belt still left my back
passage open! But on the other hand, I had no doubt that worse agonies and
indignities would be in store for me if I'd resisted.
I must have paused too long, because I could see his displeasure. But coming to
my senses, I quickly leaned over the wooden shelf and presented my ass to him. He
wasted no time in entering me.
The agony was indescribable. My flesh boiled and blackened from his hands and his
penis. I could smell myself practically cooking. His girth was such that I
thought it would split me in two, and the nubs on the shaft scraped and pinched
going in and out and in again. I thought I would die. And meanwhile, my cock was
twitching, begging for attention that it would never get. As he was fucking me,
he also proceeded to write his sigil on my ass, marking me his property. It
burned beyond belief. When he finally came, the acid of it poured into me, then
out of my sphincter and down my legs. There had to be gallons of it.
And then he tossed me to the floor like a used rag. "Don't worry about cleaning
yourself up," he told me, "it stays sticky for a long time and takes hours to
dry, but it never really wipes off -- it just gets all over everything. Now
hurry, you have guests to greet."
And with more ashy smoke, he was gone. I heard the doorbell, and wondered what
terrible things would happen this night...
***
I'm often asked if I mind if other people write chapters or tales within
settings. I don't mind at all if anyone wants to use the Habitrail House setting,
I just ask three favors:
1) Please credit me for creating the setting and any of the characters used from
here (a link to my site would also be nice)
2) Let me know about it so I can read your story chapter too
3) Please also keep these primary characters constant -- i.e. Fifi will always be
a belted maidservant, Amy will always be the belt, and Bestarbeto will always
remain a menacing presence in the house (there are plenty of other people who can
and will enter the premises, and plenty of nasty things that can happen to them
as they become fixtures or servants around the house).
Thank you very much, and have fun! -- Chas
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