"The Outer Darkness is a great serpent."

--Pistis Sophia

Brittany, a cheerleader and ballet dancer shopping uptown with her family after practice, yawned with boredom and slipped quietly away from her mother and two sisters as the three women studied a collection of cuckoo-clocks hanging against the back wall of the antique store. She noticed with mild interest a small sunlit stairwell leading up from the sales floor and stepped hesitantly upon the first step before quickly jogging the rest of the way into the dusty storeroom. The musty air suddenly assailed the slender teenager with an atmosphere of appalling menace as she stepped onto the creaking wood-rotted floor of the attic. She shivered with an unaccountable anxiety that seemed to fill the long-abandoned attic and her long straight blonde hair blew slightly against the breeze from an open window. The girl glanced uneasily around at the cobweb-strewn boxes and unopened crates before noticing a full-length Victorian looking glass propped upright against one of the oaken beams. She traced her fingers along an elaborate and vaguely Egyptian design carved into the ash-wood frame and looked into the mirror at her own reflection. The pretty teenager behind the streaked glass wore sneakers, button-fly denim shorts, and a pressed blouse with a full round bosom filling out her otherwise arrow-straight and slim childlike figure. She pressed her lips together self-consciously at the unfamiliar sight of her blossoming figure.

Something vast rippled beneath the mirror's watery surface and twisting black shapes seemed to swim for a moment behind the images. The girl's dark brown eyes scanned the glass for some hint of the grotesque shapes that she had briefly imagined writhing somewhere beneath the mundane reflections. Her reflection stared curiously back at her and she suddenly yelped in surprise as the image twisted upon itself and tore away the reflections to reveal a black shifting darkness lurking within the ornate looking-glass frame. A mass of snake-like tentacles--each one round and thick as a black garden-hose--flailed outward from the enchanted mirror and whipped around her arms and legs. The girl gave a choked cry as the muscular appendages flayed quickly around her shoulders and tightly lashed across her thin bare legs; she instinctively tried to pull her already-sore limbs from the gripping lengths as they tightened across her elbows and twisted around both her calves. The winding black tentacles suddenly yanked the horrified girl through the shimmering mirror's surface and she instantly vanished from the sunlit attic, leaving only the faint ringing echoes of her startled half-cry.

A thick twisting darkness enveloped Brittany and she looked down to find herself hanging from her tentacle-bound wrists above a cold black void, silent and empty except for the twisting movements of vague alien forms and swirling, monstrous shadows crawling in the abyssal depths. No trace remained of the bewitched mirror that she had dimly hoped to find floating behind her against the bottomless black gulf and she shivered with uncomprehending fear as horrible and evil wailings filled the darkness. A stale, sour odor lingered against the cold emptiness and the girl gave a small and bewildered cry of confused terror as the blackness unfolded into a multitude of coiling black tentacles stretching inward from every direction. Smooth sinewy tendrils reached out of the writhing air, clutching her dangling legs and arms tightly, while smaller lengths moved across her shoulder blades and down the collar of her blouse.

Long thin tendrils stretched through her shirt while a thicker and more muscular length wove quickly through the buttons of her blouse. She suddenly began to panic, beating her fists against the gripping tentacles and kicking her legs through the darkness while the lengths filling the inside of her shirt grew taut and began ripping their way down the front of her white blouse. Two powerful tentacles circled both her wrists and yanked her elbows away from her full chest as the buttons popped off her blouse. She screamed desperately into the silent void as tendrils pulled the flaps of her opened blouse back over her sides. Several more tentacles jerked the torn cloth over the back of her shoulders and down her arms while one slender length slipped down her firm cleavage. The tendril wrapped its tip around the middle of her full white-lace bra and she tossed frantically against the coiling tentacles as another length twisted along her left shoulder strap.

Three gliding tendrils rose between her kicking legs and one of the smooth black tentacles wrapped along the front of her belt and twisted its head through the buckle before ripping the thin leather strap open and flinging it off her hips. She kicked her knees slightly as the two remaining lengths slipped beneath the middle of her denim shorts and threaded in and out between the metal buttons lining the front of the cloth. As the tentacles teasingly ripped each button away, Brittany realized with a sudden heart-stopping terror that the tentacles were deliberately undressing her. The last button split away from the blue denim and her shorts fell open down to the middle of her crotch as the tentacles tore them away from her pelvis to reveal the delicate outline of her slim inner thighs. The torn-open denim fluttered down her twisting legs to expose her cotton briefs and the subtle curve of her panty-clad hips as the three pencil-thick tendrils descended from the darkness above her waist. They slipped into the white crotch of her panties, their tips touching and moving all along the untouched space between her kicking legs, and she trembled with a soft unexpected horror while two of the lengths gently stroked the tight flesh of her vulva. The third tendril began fondling her clitoris with its head and Brittany gave a startled wide-eyed gasp at the small almost-electric jolt that the three brushing tendrils sent up along her sensitive tip.

She whimpered softly and uncertainly against each relentless stroke beneath the taut cloth of her panties, her eyes tightly closed with confusion and fear, while the tentacles wrapped across her torso began dragging her bra's shoulder straps down her elbows. One black length tugged the middle of her brassiere open and the loose white cups slipped away to reveal the supple curves of her slender body--her pale cone-shaped breasts firm and her rosebud nipples erect--clothed only in her sneakers and a pair of damp twisting panties. Her tight nipples shook against her chest while a long black length quickly circled her right breast. A second tendril glided down through the black air towards her naked breasts and began gently caressing the pink tip of her stiffening right nipple while its length coiled tightly around her small areola. The girl shuddered with revulsion and vainly scratched at the shuddering black cords around her wrists as her bare torso jerked against the clammy touch along the tip of her swelling breast.

Her legs twitched and jerked as black tendrils squirmed beneath the slim translucent crotch of her moistened white panties, her cheeks burning with shame, as the countless tips moved and slipped against the base of her firm clit. Her open thighs tensed and lifted slightly while the twisting cluster of eight or nine thin black tentacles moved rhythmically within her thin cotton briefs. They kneaded her vulva's moist bare skin against her pelvis and gently tugged her clit into a steady twitching awareness, the girl lightly moaning as their cold tips slipped along the tender lips of her developing sex and softly abused her body. Her thighs trembled at the steady movements against her open crotch and a constant tingling seemed to fill her five senses as the thin string-like tendrils reached into the hairless lips of her vagina to massage the intact skin between her swollen labia. Brittany gasped softly and clutched the tentacles wrapped around both her arms in her tight fists, her voice rising and falling steadily while the numberless black tendrils all gripped and molested the flushed space beneath her moistening panties with a deep ice-cold touch.

The girl gasped lightly in half-conscious arousal, her gleaming brown eyes half-closed, as her dormant sexuality awoke to the indescribable tingling and throbbing of her stiffened clitoris against a near-constant barrage of flickering tendrils. She gasped softly with horrified excitement while the tendrils moved in and out of her, each rhythmic black length slipping deeper and deeper into the sensitive depths of her young body, and a sensual warmth spread outward through her shuddering pelvis and barely-curved hips into her whole being. The tentacles grabbing her arms and legs began to tilt her backward until her body hung down into the abyss with her face looking up into the reaching mass of tentacles. She pressed the tip of her tongue between her lips and suddenly bit down on her lower lip with a moan of helpless arousal as tight black coils rocked both of her swelling breasts against her torso and prodded her erect nipples up and down with their blunt tips. She groaned weakly as she felt the trembling lengths winding all the way into the unbearably sensitive slit that pulsed and throbbed between her shuddering legs. The thick pulsing blackness engulfed her pelvis with what felt like a thousand tongues all squirming and licking her vulva beneath the remains of her wet cotton panties, exciting and tormenting the bare folds of her flesh in ways that she hadn't even imagined in her life outside the shadows.

A startled cry emerged from her trembling lips as each one of the tendrils reaching within her pelvis suddenly withdrew their tips from her engorged vagina and retreated from the crotch of her stained underwear, leaving only a steady afterglow burning through her smoldering senses. She gasped quickly for air and gave a confused groan as she felt cool dry air blowing along the burning-wet space between her dangling legs. The desperate arousal that the perversely intimate movements against her virginal body had evoked began to recede and she opened her eyes to find her briefs being dragged across her hips. The same wet tentacles that had just finished assaulting her now looped quickly around her loose panties and pulled them down her thighs. The tendrils peeled the wet crotch of her panties from her body to expose the flushed wet folds of her bare vulva, a few light strands of glistening-wet pubic hair blowing between her hips, and the firm tip of her clitoris half-hidden beneath its small hood. Her white skin gleamed with sweat beneath the crimson light of a dead sun that lingered behind the writhing black sky; the girl was completely naked except for her shoes and she felt the dim awareness of some nameless boundary that had been crossed by this final act of disrobing. A faint discordant medley of despair, grief, and fearful apprehension all blended together within her swimming thoughts at once as she watched her wet and tattered panties slipping away from her body and into the endless abyss.

The tentacles wrapped their wet lengths around her open thighs and the girl noticed a hollow shape reaching from the shifting darkness above her; she stared breathlessly at the long curving shell hanging several feet above her ankles. A huge wet appendage, covered with small bumps and almost four inches thick with a long tapering head, slowly emerged from the pearly sheath like a snail and began descending through the cold air towards her. Her lingering arousal gave way again to confusion and fear as she followed its winding movements with a conflicting mixture of horrible dread and a deeper inexplicable excitement. The tentacles that had twisted around her kneecaps quickly yanked her legs open as the thick quivering tip brushed along the inside of her glistening thighs. Her dark eyes quickly widened in petrifying shock and sudden understanding and she shook her head in feeble protest even as the enormous tip pressed between her thighs and began tracing the small tight slit of her sore cunt. The monstrous phallus suddenly penetrated the open space between her labia, shooting its head deep within her hips and piercing her unbroken hymen as it thrust the rest of its shaft deep into her body. Brittany gave a sudden high-pitched scream of mind-ripping pain, the color drained from her face, before subsiding into softer groans as the huge round member began raping her.

The countless tentacles and the thick base of the single oversized phallus hovered all around her shocked, gleaming naked body. She shook stiffly against her bound wrists and knees, paralyzed by both the terrible size of the pounding member and her own horror at feeling the abyssal monster deflowering her body with its brutal appendage. The coarsely textured skin scraped along the raw sides of her labia with a twisting thrust that felt as though it would yank her whole body inside out. It suddenly rammed the thickest part of its girth past her vulva and she screamed out as it strained against the tight shaft of her vagina. The mammoth tentacle wriggled even deeper into her pelvis and its thickness stretched her tender vagina out even further until the flesh almost began to tear against the pounding shaft. Brittany fell back within the tight binds and shrieked against the rape, convinced by the stabbing pain between her thighs that the member had already ripped her to shreds, and gave a long series of light sobbing cries as the corkscrew-motion pounded further and further into her slowly-yielding cunt.

Her body tossed with each ramming thrust while lithe tendrils squeezed both of her firm white breasts and rubbed their bulbous tips across her taut nipples. Each pinch along her breasts sent an unendurable tingling along her nipples and chest that seemed to double and redouble against the throbbing and unremitting pain pulsing deep beneath her flat stomach. Her moist thighs kicked and twisted within their tightening binds and she gasped weakly as she felt the phallus pressing against the back of her shuddering vagina, the massive appendage opening and filling the entire length of her pelvis. The thick shaft writhed and twisted through her tossing hips and she trembled as she began to realize that the deepening moans escaping her lips only barely expressed pain anymore. The slender head flickered in and out of her cervix, like the tip of an enormous wet tongue, while the huge length undulated back and forth against the small shaft of her nearly airtight vagina. The two inner movements merged with the rhythmic tickling against the scarlet skin of her painfully erect clitoris to send a horrible and indescribably singular pleasure coursing through her waist, and the girl gave a self-loathing whimper at all the sensations filling her mind. She swung wildly beneath the clutching tentacles, her back tightly arched and her muscles tensed against their twisting binds, as her reluctant body began to involuntarily convulse and shudder with sexual passion for the first time in her life.

Brittany gasped and tossed against the monstrous assault, her breaths coming faster and faster, while thick tentacles quickly shook and twisted her swollen breasts. She panted quickly, her cheeks flushed with color and her voice weaker with the pleasure rising through her bulging labia, while two thick tentacles slipped around the curve of her hips and began pushing her firm round buttocks back and forth with each thrust between her eagle-spread legs. Her dark-brown eyes rolled back beneath half-open eyelids and she found that a black mist seemed to cover her vision of the void so that she could only feel the tentacles rubbing along her naked body and her own slim hips tossing quickly against the pounding shaft within them. She licked both her lips and suddenly threw her head back across her shoulders with a single wavering cry escaping her half-open lips as the potent member began having her nubile young body even faster.

The huge shaft slammed in and out of her swollen cunt like a gigantic piston, and her bare hips gyrated wildly against her waist; her wet vulva throbbed so powerfully against the phallus that it couldn't have pulled itself out from between her labia had it even tried. The teenage girl's racing heartbeat seemed to pound against her eardrums and the quickening beat grew louder and louder, drowning out the constant panting and moaning that resounded through the depths of the black sea of tentacles. She thrust her curved hips upward to meet each descending thrust of the creature's phallus and her blonde hair fell in rippling waves past her shoulders as she mindlessly had sex with the bodiless things that had drowned her virginity and innocence in a tide of hideous and unnatural corruption. Every rational emotion collapsed into feverish desire as the girl felt the rough softball-sized appendage slipping easily between her thick wet labia.

Brittany slowly lifted her tossing head and gazed into the glittering ruby-colored eyes of the circular shape that she knew to be her taker--a vast gray serpent that stretched in a cosmic loop through the abyss from the tip of its bitten tail to the gnawing teeth of its gargantuan head. She found herself returning the destructive gaze of the beast and could feel its memories flooding across her overloaded nerve endings as it watched her eyes to relish her growing submission to it. The all-encompassing Ouroboros, the self-devouring world-serpent of Creation, had completely drawn her own will into the madness and paradox of its existence. Her vague childhood fears and precocious desires helped to shape the sexual chaos that had abducted her and the serpentine core of the abyss flickered with surreal Dali-like images of a beautiful and naked girl moaning sensuously within throbbing and twisting swarms of black tentacles. Her faint psychic awareness of her macabre lover collapsed again into waves of throbbing pleasure as the thick phallus began pounding its whole length through her pelvis in a mind-numbing crescendo of speed and force. She groaned weakly while the nightmarish vision of the bottomless void, along with its horrific depravities and snaking chimeras, faded back into innumerable sensations that burned and swelled between her twitching kneecaps and squirming legs and hips.

Her slim pelvis suddenly lunged forward against the gigantic organ as the insistent throbbing between her burning labia swelled to a powerful rush of sensations. Her waist flew back with the force of the member's violent ejaculation into the depths of her young womb and Brittany suddenly gave a long wavering moan as every nerve ending within her pelvis seemed to explode at once into a single overwhelming firestorm of physical ecstasy. The vaginal muscles gripping the member shuddered and throbbed quickly against it as they sent an intense pulsing awareness of her overloaded nerves through every corner of her mind. She gave a single desperate cry, her head hanging back over her shoulders and her lightly closed eyes turned toward the hanging tentacles, as her reeling senses quickly succumbed to the rhythmic spasms of her first sexual climax. A chorale of inhuman groans joined her gasps as the smaller tentacles wrapped around her limbs and covering her breasts all discharged a clear liquid from invisible pores in their ebony flesh. Her pelvis shook and thrust against her waist as the phallic length buried within her hips suddenly came into her body a second time.

She shrieked loudly, her eyes growing wider and wider, as the vibrating shaft inside her tightening vagina propelled her body into a second climax that fed back on the tentacles until the sweat-covered female trembled and rocked against the swaying appendages through an exhilarating series of throbbing mutual orgasms. She gasped loudly against each beating wave of overflowing sensation that crashed through her whole body until she fell limp within the gripping coils that held her arms and legs. A deep steady pulse seemed to rise from her pelvis and diffuse through her whole body like a second heartbeat and she slowly opened her eyes to find that almost all the tentacles had disappeared into the black gulf. Dazed, she hung by her wrists and knees from four black knotted lengths, gasping quickly for her breath after the long stream of overpowering physical climaxes. The remaining appendages began to loosen their grip on her limbs, her open hands slipping between the widening loops around them while the thick tentacles binding her knees lifted away and sent her plummeting into the abyss.

Brittany slammed onto her back against a thick wooden surface and the ringing pain in her spine and the back of her head blended with a sudden physical release throughout all her muscles until she had no strength left to move. Her breath came in broken gasps, her youthful energy and vigor completely drained by her grotesque paramour's copulation, while a bright harvest moon shone through the open attic windows. Pale moonlight flickered across the broken shards of glass scattered across the floor around her and she strained her head to glance up at the shattered mirror leaning on the wall in front of her. She looked down and noticed for the first time the deep red lines stretching in loops all around her wrists and knees. Softer markings surrounded the rim of her breasts and the raw tips of her sore erect nipples--both still faintly tingling in the cold autumn night air--and covered the bruised stinging flesh between her legs. The young woman's wet body gleamed ivory-white against the darkness, clothed only in her tightly-laced tennis shoes and white socks, as she stared with confusion into the star-filled heavens. Sheer physical exhaustion finally overcame her reeling senses and she collapsed onto the dusty floor of the attic, falling into blissful catalepsy as the glow of the rising sun slowly filled the cloud-filled eastern sky.