The Fall Of Autumnsville - A Family Affair: Chapter 3: "Little Caterpillar" free porn video

Ah, chapter 3 already! I'm having a lot of fun writing this with Car2nage. It's just been way too much thrilling. This chapter as well as chapter 4 which we are currently writing really got me going, and I'm sure a lot of you will just love it! Anyway, there might be a short hiatus simply due to the holidays, but don't worry. We will continue strong as ever when we return from winter break. Chapter 3 "So, how was everyone's day today?" Garrett asked as he scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes from his plate. The family was seated at the dinner table eating (or in Marcus and Ellen's case, picking at) the roast beef, mashed potatoes, and peas Allison had prepared earlier that day. Marshall turned and beamed at his father. "It was great! We learned about dinosaurs in school, and we got to make clay models of them. I made a T-rex. We also got to play softball in gym class and I got two home runs!" His excitement brought a little smile to his parents' lips. "That's wonderful, Marshall! Sounds like you're a gifted natural! If you want, we could sign you up for little league s you get even better. Who knows, with practice you could even go into the majors!" Garrett said. He turned to Marcus, who was still just taking little bites out of his food. "How about you Marcus, did you have fun today?" The boy didn't look up from his food. "Yeah. I made a triceratops and the teacher said it was pretty good," he answered quietly. "Good! Maybe you could show it to us later," Allison said, watching with a bit of worry as he nibbled at his food. "Is everything alright? You've barely touched your food there." "Yeah, I'm fine." "You sure? Because if there's something wrong, or if you want something else to eat you can just tell us." "I'm sure, I'm just not hungry." Allison gave Garrett a look of concern, to which he only shrugged. Marcus was always a bit reticent. She shrugged back and moved on. "Okay then, eat what you want and we can save the rest for later." She looked at her two oldest children. "Does anyone else want to share?" Neither of them really seemed to pay her any mind. Jeff was still texting like crazy, wolfing down huge bites of roast beef and potatoes in between, and Ellen was only playing with her food and looking mighty tired while doing it. "Well, I guess I can tell then. I was looking through some of the old books down in the basement and I came across one of Bunny Moran's old journals." At the mention of Bunny, Ellen seemed to jump awake, her attention focused on Allison's story. "Ah, finally awake, huh?" Allison poked fun at her daughter, watching her expression change into one of surprise and curiosity. "I spent the whole day researching down at the library. To be honest, I didn't find out too much about the town. There seems to be a huge gap in information between the time it was established in 1730 up to about 1950. Seems like up until recently, the people of this town were a very secretive bunch. I was able to find out a little bit about its origins though. Autumnsville was founded by a man named Joseph Autumn, a pastor from Virginia. He believed that god had spoken to him and touched his mind, allowing him the gift of healing and foresight. There were a decent amount who believed in him, but the religious revival at the time happening all over colonial America nearly had both him and his followers hung. Naturally, they went and founded their own town. That's about all I learned from the few books in the library pertaining to this town. After that, it's like the place just stops existing for a while..." "So... there's no other information about the town at all? Nothing?" Ellen asked, a confused look on her face. There was something about her demeanor and tone of voice that Allison thought was unusual, but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it. "Only the most barebones info I could find. There was almost nothing recorded about it between its founding and the end of the Civil War, but when I looked in their archive of original documents, they had a little more information after that period, like census data, a few sparse newspaper clippings here and there. Apparently, our resident ghost moved here after marrying a man named Hiram Moran. The library didn't say anything else, but judging from the diary entries I read in some of the books we have here, Joseph Autumn's group was still active by the time she arrived." Ellen's face twitched when she said that. Allison wasn't sure, but for a split second, she thought she saw her daughter snarl when she mentioned the diaries. "Something the matter?" "Huh? Oh, it's nothing... Just tired is all. I'm going to finish my homework and go to bed. Thanks for dinner mom!" Saying that she took her plate and ran into the kitchen. Outwardly she was all smiles, but inwardly she was a mix of emotions on the negative side. "Hmph! That nosey bitch... How dare she read my diary?" Bunny thought heatedly to herself as she tossed her plate into the sink and headed back down into the basement. Couldn't a girl get a bit of privacy? Even the people of this town knew not to disturb her books which is why the basement area had remained untouched for so long. When she entered the room she spied her bookshelf. They were a mix of various diaries that she wrote, her own stories, a scrapbook or two, and erotic tales written by her followers as gifts to her. The fact that Allison was using her things for her own selfish purposes was unacceptable and visibly ticked the spectre off. Her sour expression turned into a cruel smile though as an idea struck her. If she wanted to know so much about this town and her life, she could! Who was Bunny to stand in the way of an artist and her muse? She'd do her one better of course. The woman would be able to experience every written piece first hand... That dark aura of hers returned, this time it was concentrated on her left hand. It was both dense and powerful, full of spirit energy. With a gleeful look on her face, she ran her hand across the spines of her old books. Just touching them brought back memories that nearly made her knees buckle! She had to lick her lips sensually. Oh what she wouldn't give to go back in time herself. The sensuality of Hiram and Amanda especially got her knees weak. They didn't have the powers that she had, but their prowess in the ways of pleasure were even beyond her own. She wished that she could see them again! No doubt they were dead in the ground by now. If not then they would probably be too old to remember her. Ninety years was a long time to be gone. Sadly, those days were long gone, with only her memories and her books being the only record of them. For her purposes though, that would be enough. Her power flowed into the books as she touched them, enchanting the words written in them with images from her thoughts and memories. She ran her fingers along the books until all of them had been filled with her magic. Anyone who decided to nose around in her books would have a nice surprise waiting for them. With that done, she turned her attention to the rest of her belongings. If the family was going to poke around in her things, she wanted to make sure they got exactly what they deserved for violating her privacy. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. Her eyes quickly fell on the bar and the bottles of liquor stashed behind. She remembered how they'd been placed earlier in the day, with all of them set in a line on the counter opposite to the bar. Now, the perfect line was crooked and one of the bottles rested on the bar itself. Bunny went over and picked up the misplaced bottle. The label had long since faded, but she remembered it clearly. In those days, having your own distillery made you quite popular with the neighbors, whether you lived in in a small town like Autumnsville or a big city like Chicago, where Bunny was originally from. It became doubly true after she got her powers, when she learned how to add all kinds of magical ingredients to give the liquor... unique effects. The brew in this particular bottle was supposed to function as a potent, rapid acting aphrodisiac. Curious, she opened the bottle and took a tiny sip, coughing violently as the well aged liquor burned her throat all the way down. She soon felt herself becoming a bit warm and aroused, but she couldn't tell if it was her additives or just the alcohol. Clearly, the potency had faded quite a bit since her death. She'd have to make a new batch later. For now, she was certain that she had some leftover ingredients to boost the potency until she could make more. They should have been in that room under the stairs leading down here. She grabbed the bottle and turned around only to be greeted by someone she hadn't at all expected. His head was peaking through the doorway, and even if they were twins it was pretty easy to see that this was Marcus. That embarrassed blush on his face was a dead giveaway. Bunny hadn't seen much of Ellen's other siblings during the week since everyone was busy tending to getting unpacked and also because the possession had left Ellen too tired for long periods of social interaction. Still, from what little she saw through Ellen's eyes and her memories, this boy was quite intriguing. He was so shy and timid yet bright, but he was in the shadow of his bolder and louder brother that was always quick to put him down. "Oh, um... Hi Ellen. I thought, well... You didn't look so good this morning..." He stumbled across his words, focusing primarily on his feet. Even among family members his inability to socialize was apparent. While others would see this as a problem, Bunny could only see it more as an... opportunity. "D'aaw... Did you come all the way down here to check up on your sister?" she asked him, taking him by the shoulder and beaming a warm smile at him. He returned it, but his blush grew brighter thanks to the attention that he was getting. He tried to squeak out a reply, but a squeak is literally all that came out. "Huh. Where's Marshall? He doesn't care about me as much as you do, eh?" It was a joke of course, but Marcus tried to explain that their mom had sent him to his room after dinner when she found out he hadn't done his homework yet. This left the boy alone to do his own thing without his brother to boss him around. "Well if that's the case, want to see something cool I found? You have to promise not to tell anyone though! It's a secret between you and me. Got it?" The way she scrunched up her face told Marcus that she was dead serious, and he immediately shook his head yes. Perfect... She'd kill two birds with one stone then. She grabbed the bottle of liquor and guided the boy into the outer part of the basement where the stairs were waiting. "Remember, you can't tell anyone about this secret, ok? It'll just be between you and I." Saying that, she grabbed open the door knob to the door that lead to her special, little room. She held the young boy's trembling hand that was shaking in fear of the darkness. Fortunately for him their destination was lit by vibrant candles of a normal variety. The ghastly tone of this place was gone and replaced with one that reeked of antiquity and musk. "Wha...what is this place?" Marcus said, looking around at the clothed mannequins. The flickering light of the candles caused them to cast long, eerie shadows that frightened him. Bunny guided him around the mannequins and dressers to a more open area just in front of the vanity where the mannequins were arrayed in a semi-circle. Many of the outfits on display were small, clearly meant for a child Marcus's size. "It's my secret room," she answered, a coy smile spread across her face. "I found it when I was moving my things in. Everything in here must've been left over from when the old owners lived here. I guess they used it as a dressing room." Bunny found it a bit odd talking about herself in the third person, but Marcus seemed na?ve enough to not notice if she were to slip up in her act. When I was looking around, I noticed how they had all these little clothes, and it reminded me a bit of when we were younger. You remember how I used to play dress-up with you, don't you?" While altering Ellen's memories, Bunny had found that Ellen and Marcus were quite close. They were almost inseparable when they were little, with Ellen always inviting him to her tea parties and playing games with him. When her friends slept over at her old house her friends would fawn over how cute he was and how much nicer he was than his boisterous twin. Sometimes, they'd put makeup on him and dress him in their clothes to make him look pretty. Marcus took it all well and had plenty of fun when they did it, but as he got older and started going to school with Marshall and other boys, they made fun of him for it and he stopped letting them do it. Boys weren't supposed to do girly things like that, after all. The mention of those games stirred some memories in Marcus, because he blushed darkly and shifted his feet awkwardly. After a small pause, he looked up at her and nodded slowly. "Well, how would you like to play again, for old time's sake? No one else will know- if you don't tell anyone, I won't tell," Bunny said. There was another long pause as Marcus thought it over. He'd always enjoyed playing with Ellen, but boys weren't supposed to dress up in skirts or wear make up. He could still hear Marshall making fun of him for it, swaying his hips and holding out his hand on a limp wrist as he joked and laughed at Marcus with his classmates. And plus, this room was so creepy. He wasn't even sure if they should be there. But seeing everything there did make him a bit nostalgic, and Ellen was right- no one else would find out unless one of them told. Timidly, he gave her another gentle nod. If only Marcus had known what kind of trap that Bunny was weaving for him, he wouldn't have been so quick to nod. She looked into his eyes and smiled at him, giving him a reason to imitate a beet. "You know, you're such a pretty boy. I think it's a crime that you weren't born my twin instead," she said truthfully, helping him to remove his shirt and his pants. The only thing that remained on him was his brand new white briefs. Ellen looked at him expectantly. Could she really want him to...? "Underwear, off," she commanded in a stern tone while staring him down. He tried to object, but his voice was lost over the commanding presence of his sister. She didn't have to raise her voice nor did Bunny have to use her magic to coerce him into doing what she wanted. The boy was a natural follower, puddy in the witch's hands. She watched as he timidly removed the lass garment of clothing to reveal his soft one inch penis that he quickly his with his hands the moment his briefs were off. If Marcus was feeling a bit of nostalgia, then Bunny was feeling it at full force. He was not the first young boy that she had gotten into this very room with his pants off, and he certainly would not be the last. There was just something about playing with the innocence of one so young that she just loved. "Hands to your sides. You don't have anything that I haven't seen already, or don't you remember when we used to take baths together?" With that, he immediately put his hands to his sides, but that blush of his didn't go anywhere. He just stood there trembling both cold, scared, and secretly excited by all of this. Bunny was working those masochistic tendencies of his that he had yet to fully develop. There were several dressers in this room as well with clothing that had surprisingly withstood the test of time. It would appear that someone scattered moth balls around to stop the pests from chewing on her creations. In one lime green drawer was nothing but a treasure trove of panties and undergarments for a child Marcus's size to wear. She pulled out a pair of black lace panties. They were ornate and were inspired by that of a spider's web. "Put these on," she said as she handed him the panties. He looked at them unconfidently, almost like he was unsure what to do with them. A steely look from Ellen got him to quickly put the panties on. The lacy garment felt silky and smooth on his legs as he pulled them up, hugging his his hips snuggly once he had them all the way up. He shuddered as his body suddenly started to feel all tingly, especially around the panties. He wasn't sure whether it was the combination of excitement and apprehension he felt or something else. Once he had the panties on, Bunny ordered him to stay put while she looked around at the outfits she had set out. She'd made them all herself back when she was still alive, taking them from mere ideas and drawings all the way to products that people had flocked to her store to buy. It had been so long since she'd actually seen someone wear her clothes, and now that she had a mostly willing model she was finding it quite hard to make a decision. Then she saw it. It was one of her more simple designs- a dark, frilly dress with a corset, opera length gloves, and overknee boots- but it was elegant and tasteful, a perfect start before she had him wearing some of her more risque designs. She took the mannequin it was placed on back to Marcus, giggling as he blushed at the sight of it. She then brought him to the stool in front of the vanity and sat him down on it. She unbuckled the boots from the display and set them before Marcus. "Hold out your left leg." He did as he was told, allowing her to slip one of the long boots over his leg. The insides were soft, warm, and comfortable, but he soon found his leg feeling the same intense tingling that he'd felt with the panties. He didn't know what it was, but he couldn't help but feel like the clothes were already making him look feminine. His butt felt a bit bigger as he sat in the chair, and his leg seemed to take on a much curvier profile as Ellen did the buckle on his thigh. Once she was finished, she did the same with the other leg. "Lift your arms over your head," she said once his boots were buckled up. Next came the dress, which she slipped over his head. He let out a soft moan as that electric feeling covered his whole body like a blanket, bringing a sly grin to Ellen's face. "Well, you look like you're enjoying yourself. Just like old times, hm?" Once he got a hold on his shivering, Marcus gave a quick nod. The way his little heart was beating in her clothing was so cute! It was giving Bunny her own shivers. The spectre had an intense love for cute things, and Marcus was like a finely dressed cherub sitting at her vanity. A sense of immense nostalgia washed over her own memories - an event that sent her down the path of decadence. It made her coo with delight that she would be able to relive it so many years later. She turned him towards the vanity's mirror and draped her arms around his waist, perching her chin on his shoulder. If it were not for his short hair, Marcus could have passed for a little girl. The misgivings of puberty had not set in. He lacked in body hair, and he was just shy of five feet tall. Not a single blemish marred his body. In Bunny's eyes, he was perfect for what she had in mind - a pawn that would help throw this family and many others into her depraved world. Without warning, she pressed her lips against his, forever stealing his first kiss as well as sampling his innocent soul. It was so fresh and full of life. No doubt he would have lived a happy, wholesome, and prosperous life had he not met Bunny. At least, now, wholesome could be crossed off. Marcus pulled away from the kiss with a look of surprise in his eyes. "El- Ellen! Why did you-" The poor thing was flustered beyond belief with his entire body turning pink and his ears a particular shade of scarlet. "We're... brother and sister. You can't!" "Hush," she said simply, tightening her grip around his waist further. The smile on her face did not waiver, only growing wider thanks to the boy's frustration. "You're so cute, and I love you a lot Marcus. Don't you love your sister?" "... Yes..." "There is nothing wrong with showing your love for someone with a kiss you know. How did it feel when I kissed you? Did it feel bad?" The youth hesitated for a moment, but he eventually shook his head no, his voice caught in his throat. "Oh? Then did it feel good?" Bunny was practically grinning like the Cheshire cat with how she looked, grinning from ear to ear. "Tingling..." he spoke softly, "I dunno.. It felt weird, but my whole body is just tingling... Maybe I should..." "Leave? So soon? But we haven't put any make up on you yet..." Bunny swiftly pulled out one of the drawers. In it was a wide range of cosmetics and perfumes, old brands that hadn't hadn't seen the light of day for years. Marcus looked at his sister nervously. "I... I don't know... M-maybe we shouldn't, I feel kinda weird...-!" His whole body suddenly tensed. The strange tingling sensation seemed to shift around on his body and intensify. He felt it most strongly around his nipples, cock, and ass, quickly making his pre-pubescent length erect and forcing a soft moan out of him. The straps holding on the gloves and boots and the bodice on the dress felt tighter on him than before. Bunny couldn't help but titter at his cute reaction. The spells bound into the clothes were starting to take effect, altering his body in subtle ways to make him more feminine and breaking down what little resistance was in him by training his body to accept Bunny's brand of pleasure. "Nngh~! Wha... What's going on? What's happening to me?" "Maybe our kiss made you a bit more excited than you thought, hm?" Bunny said, giggling as she pointed down at the tiny tent formed in the dress by his erection. "C'mon, stay a little while. It seems like we never get to spend time like this anymore. Plus, you're clearly enjoying it..." Marcus blushed darkly and squirmed in his seat, clumsily grasping for his chest and his groin. His thoughts were racing, swinging wildly back and forth between staying and trying to flee. Something about what was going on just felt wrong; him getting invited to this creepy little room, the kiss he shared with Ellen, the strange feeling he was experiencing. Yet Bunny's influence was slowly worming its way into his mind, picking apart all the reasons he had to leave and making her voice seem so compelling. "...Okay..." he said hesitantly, relaxing as the tingling faded back to what it was before. It gave him a moment to breathe and collect himself. This also gave Bunny the opportunity to look over the various bits of makeup at her disposal. Had they been anywhere else in the house they would have been no good, but her vanity was special. It kept everything within preserved the same way since the day she died. She giggled softly as she picked up a tube of bright red, ruby lipstick that only a "woman of the night" would rare. It was one of her favorites! And then there was her mascara and eyeliner to accentuate one's eyes with long, butterfly wing lashes and smoldering eyelids. There was blush to hint at a bit of innocence, and then there was both powder and bronzer to remove skin shine and darken one's skin. Perfumes, both her own creations and the ones of her followers were in their own drawer, their scents permeating through their glass containers. They had the power to instill passion in all of those that smelled it. Some could make others their thrall with but a whiff, and at least one, to her knowledge, could make one cream themselves. Was that an April Fool's joke? She couldn't recall, but the thought made her laugh to herself. "Now pay attention. You might have to do this all on your own one day," she joked on the outside, but that was far from being a joke. Her hands grabbed tool after tool, painting his face like an expert beautician. Despite being dead, she didn't lose any of her skills. Everything felt natural. Eyes, lips, the nape of his neck and the arch of his eyebrows - nothing escaped her tools not her eye for detail. Minutes passed before she stopped and looked over her work. A satisfied smile pulled up the corners of her mouth. If he was cute before, then he was a heart throb now. She stood up in her seat and made him look at his reflection. Staring back at him... Marcus didn't know what to say. That intense tingling was returning, but this time it was far stronger. Looking back at him was a thing of beauty - a young girl with big, brown eyes that were complemented by dark eyeliner and purple tones that covered her eyelids. Her lashes were made thick and long with mascara, feeling all too heavy on her virgin lids. Her lips were painted a candy red color and given liner to make them look thicker and poutier than they were. Fer face was given a layer of powder and then a dab of blush. Even with that short hair of hers, she looked impossibly feminine and a actually looked nearly as old as Ellen, an effect of Bunny's cosmetics working their transformational effects on her body. "Who?" He couldn't seem to process that the girl in the mirror was in fact himself. His whole body was practically on fire! While he was dumbfounded, Bunny was rummaging in the perfume drawer until she found the scent that she was looking for. With a cruel look in her eyes, she spritzed just a bit on his neck. That's all it would take. Marcus flinched as he felt the tiny perfume droplets hit his skin. It had a very sweet scent, like roses and strawberry. As Marcus inhaled it, his entire body suddenly seized and tensed. He didn't have time to question it. All he knew in those few moments were the powerful sensations from Bunny's magic and an incredible wave of pleasure that quickly washed over him. When he came down from it, he felt a wet spot on his groin, his cock still twitching. "...What.... what was that?" he asked, still dazed. Bunny gave a soft laugh. She grabbed the skirt and pulled it up, revealing his cock just barely poking out of his panties, cum coating both his underwear and the underside of the skirt. It was clear of course with not a drop of sperm in there. Still, it left a big mess all over Bunny's pretty garments - meaning that they had done their job, but Marcus didn't know that... "Seems my little sister is nothing but a naughty little bitch," Bunny said with her arms cross and a haughty look. "Oh Marcie, I didn't know that you were such a pervert. I knew you enjoyed wearing girl clothes, but I didn't think you'd cum while just being dressed up. Aren't you a bad girl soiling your pretty dress and panties with your nasty boy cum?" Marcus had no idea what Ellen was talking about. He was still coming down from his first ever orgasm. He was even still panting. His mind was nothing but a blur and swirl of pleasure. "Marcus! Time to take a bath and head to bed young man!" The voice of Allison carried from the top of the stairs and into the secret below the house. It made Bunny roll her host's eyes, not happy about being interrupted. She tenderly kissed Marcus's forehead and had him stare at his reflection once more, only this time the mirror was ablaze with her dark aura, magic coursing through it. Instantly, the boy was mesmerized by his reflection, his eyes now glowing bright pink. In this state, he was completely suggestible. She could tell him anything, and he would believe or do it, no matter what. "There. Now, don't you look just lovely?" Bunny said, poking her head over Marcus's shoulder. "I'm sure everyone who sees that cute little face will want to eat you up. No one will be able to resist. Not your friends, not your family, not even you..." Marcus nodded dumbly, unable take his eyes off the beautiful girl looking back at him in the mirror. His little member was quickly getting hard again. "Of course, you can't just let them take you all the time. After all, you belong to me~" She licked his ear, making him shiver. "You need to be strong enough to turn them down, to make them submit to you if necessary and to take pleasure in their submission and suffering..." Visions of a strong, powerful Marcie filled Marcus's head. Where Marcus was weak and timid, she was bold and dominant, able to stand up to everyone he feared and put them under her heel. Classmates, teachers, even Marshall- it didn't matter to her. She controlled them all. It was an exhilarating sight for Marcus- and a frightening one. Bunny could feel him shrinking back into his seat away from the mirror and frowned. "...But I see you're not ready for that yet. So for now, I want you to learn by experience. You'll let others insult you, torment you, molest you, and from their example, you'll learn what it means to control others." The images soon switched to visions of his twin teasing him for his feminine dress, his mother spanking him for disobeying her, Ellen licking his little cock while she wiggled a finger up his ass. "I want you to pay good attention to them and learn plenty. Everyone you meet will want to abuse you, and you'll enjoy every minute of it-" "Marcus, I'm not kidding! It's almost past your bedtime!" Allison yelled. Stupid woman, Bunny thought. She would have her due soon enough. For now, Bunny had to wrap things up with Marcus. "I have to send you on your way now, but just remember, you belong to me. You're my pet, my treasure. And I cherish all my treasures. Always know that I love you, and you love me. You do love me, don't you?" Marcus looked up at his sister and nodded. "Of course I do," he said, a hitherto unheard sense of confidence in his voice. Bunny smiled widely. "Good." The dark glow surrounding the vanity faded, and the pink shade in Marcus's eyes along with it. He blinked dazedly and shook his head. "Now, let's get you upstair, hm?" She took one of his hands and led him off of the chair out of the hidden room. Despite having never walked in heels before, he moved in the tall, stiletto heeled boots like a professional. "B-but... the clothes... everyone will see me..." "But don't you want them all to see how pretty you look? There's no point in getting all dressed up like this if no one else gets to see you." They emerged from the dark tunnel leading to the secret room and started up the stairs. Almost immediately, Bunny stumbled a bit as she felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. The spells she had used earlier had taken a lot out of her. It was still far too soon for her to be exerting herself. As she faded back into the depths of Ellen's mind to rest, Bunny quickly altered Ellen's memory in one tiny way, impressing upon her the importance of not telling anyone about the existence of the secret room. When Ellen came to, she was on the receiving end of at least three pairs of eyes. Or perhaps it wasn't her; rather it was the one shaking like a leaf that was attached to her arm. Just then, Allison came out of the kitchen, joining her husband and two sons that were just staring with eyes wide. "Oh, Ellen. You didn't tell me that you were having a fri-" the last words got stuck in her throat as she made the same realization that the others did. It was as if everything was happening in slow motion from the raucous laughter coming from Marshall and Jeff to the disappointed head shake of his father. Allison just seemed to gasp, covering up her mouth with a million questions running through her mind. Meanwhile, Marcus hid behind his sister trying to hide not his appearance but his excitement...