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From: Shalon Wood <dstar@pele.cx>
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Subject: {ASSM} _Noriko's Demon_, Installment 1: "Noriko and the Tentacle Monster" (Ff, semi-nc, zoo (demon), ws)
Date: Sat, 18 May 2002 05:10:02 -0400
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_Noriko's Demon_ is a series revolving around a young girl (Noriko),
the tentacle-demon she's in love with, and their slave. It's got just
about everything in it at some point or another; about all I can rule
out is to say that there _probably_ won't be any snuff, scat, or pedo.

Probably. If it does show up, though, it won't be the good guys doing
it. That much I'm sure of. Everything else (and I mean _everything_
else) is fair game. 

I'm looking for someone to act as proofreader and to critique the
installments before they go out; if interested, mail me at
dstar@nospam.dummy.pele.cx

dstar

Noriko and the Tentacle Monster

	Noriko lay on her stomach on the hardwood floor, her school uniform
pinching her under the ropes which tied her arms and legs together
behind her back. She struggled futilely, her efforts serving no
purpose other than to rub her wrists and ankles bloody; she could feel
the sticky blood soaking the cruelly tight ropes. A gag made from her
panties, tied into her mouth by braids of her thigh-length hair,
muffled her screams.

	Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the blond form of her
tormentor watching her with a cruel smile. She had wondered why the
older girl had invited her over to study earlier that day -- and now
she knew. The two girls could hardly be more unlike; Noriko was
fourteen years old, with long black hair and classically Japanese
features, small even for her heritage and age. Her breasts had barely
begun to bud, and there was only the finest wisp of hair between her
legs. Bethany was eighteen, Caucasian, blonde hair and blue eyes,
nearly six feet tall with D-cup breasts. She was nude, and Noriko
could see the carefully trimmed blonde bush between her legs.

	Bethany laughed. "Go ahead and struggle, you little bitch. I like
it. It turns me on to watch....the blood running down your arms and
legs..." She moaned, running a finger through her crotch. "If you
didn't have to be a complete virgin for the ritual to work, I'd be
using your little screaming mouth to make me come right now." She
giggled cruelly as she saw Noriko's eyes widen. "Oh, yes, I'd fuck
that virgin mouth of yours until I came three or four times, then I'd
train you as my little piss-drinking slut. I've done it before." She
shuddered as she fingered herself. "God, it's so good the first time I
piss in their mouths, watching them gag and fight...and it's even
better the first time they're broken, and willingly swallow it. And
the first time they beg for it....." She slipped a finger inside her
cunt, pushing herself over the edge into her first orgasm of the
night. "Then I'd bring in my dog and have it take your anal cherry --
after you sucked it off once." She smiled cruelly as she came
again. "I think for your cunt cherry I'd find a donkey or a
horse....god, I'd love to see a horse's cock sliding into that little
cunt of yours. I don't think it'd fit. I bet you'd be split open and
bleeding before it came..." She moaned and came again.

	"But I can't do any of that to you. Not unless you survive
tonight, and from what I've read I don't think you will." Another cold
smile. "But now you know what to look forward to if you do. Should I
tell you what I _am_ going to do to you, or should I surprise you?"
She cocked her head, pretending to listen for an answer. "I can't hear
you." She waited another beat. "Nope, I still can't understand
you. I'll just have to decide for you." She put a finger to her lips
in an exaggerated thinking posture, smearing her cunt juices on her
lips. "Which should I do? I think it would be cruelest to just tell
you the basics, so that you sort of know what's going to happen, but
not the details, so your mind can conjure up all sorts of....horrible
things." She smiled brightly. "Don't you think so, Noriko? See, I
found this book, this really old book. It's got instructions to summon
a demon, N'gath'tu. It's got pictures -- would you like to see?"

	Bethany picked up the book and walked over, kneeling down in
front of Noriko. "See, right here -- it's the one with all the
tentacles fucking the woman, not the woman, in case you were
wondering." She laughed as Noriko's eyes widened again, and her
breathing sped up. "It's going to be fucking you later this
evening. It's going to rape your mouth, your ass, and your cunt all at
once. It'll probably kill you, which is a shame, but I suppose one
does have to make sacrifices in the pursuit of power. You see, once
it's finished using you, I'll have bound it to me -- and as long as I
give it...toys...to play with, it will have to do my bidding. And once
it's taken someone once, they are bound to it, unable to resist
it. They have to do whatever it tells them....and it will tell them to
do whatever I tell it to."

	Bethany smiled when she saw Noriko convulsively swallow and
squeeze her eyes shut. "I suppose I should get started, otherwise I
might get too tempted and fuck you. And I'd hate to waste all that
effort -- do you have _any_ idea how hard it was to make sure you were
a virgin? If my dad didn't have investigators on retainer already, I'd
have had to ask for an advance on my allowance. It took forever to
find you." She chuckled and stood, carrying the book back to the other
side of the room.

	Over the next hour, she drew a series of circles around
Noriko, in various substances. Chalk, wax, and one dark colored liquid
Noriko really didn't want to know the identity of. Of course, Bethany
told her. "It's blood, Noriko. It took two of the most _darling_ baby
goats to provide enough." Noriko shuddered, and Bethany
laughed. Numerous candles were set up in and around the circles, all
thick and tall, looking handmade. "Some of the blood went into these,
and the wicks are made from my cunt hair. You wouldn't _believe_ how
long it takes to grow that much cunt hair."

	Finally, Bethany was satisfied with the circles. "Last chance
to beg me to stop." She waited a moment. "Well, it really doesn't
matter anyway. I wouldn't have stopped." She began chanting, odd
liquid rolling syllables which flowed over Noriko like something
physical, washing over her like waves on a beach.

	Noriko felt an odd lassitude slip over her, and she could see
the air around her waver and shimmer like heatwaves over concrete in
the summer sun. She began to perceive an odd hissing sound on the edge
of her hearing, just barely there. As the sounds flowed, the wavers
and shimmers became more pronounced, like snakes in the air writhing
across and over and around each other. As they became more tangible
she felt her clothing begin to ripple, as if dozens of snakes were
slithering across her body. The air began to darken as the shapes
became opaque, and she stiffened as she felt something slide across
the inside of her thighs.

	Finally the shimmers were completely visible; dozens of
tentacles writhed around the inside of the circle. They ranged from
pencil-sized to nearly a half-foot across, in different colors and
textures. Some were smooth, some were scaled, some were wet and
dripping. Some had bumps and ridges; others had suckers, or tiny
thorn-like teeth. The only common factor was that every one of the
ends she saw had a hole in it; most were shaped like the head of a
human penis, but others she couldn't place. Couldn't place, that is,
until she recognized one -- she'd once played with her pet bulldog's
cock until it was hard, guiltily masturbating to the memory for weeks
afterwards. Once she recognized it, she realized that the others must
be shaped like other animals.

	Bethany was unaware of a significant fact; the girl she'd
picked as her sacrifice was, perhaps, the biggest pervert in her
all-girl school. Noriko was a virgin only due to lack of opportunity,
not lack of desire, and the most common factor in her fantasies was
the exact situation she was in -- except that in her fantasies, she
wasn't bound, and she was a willing participant. Bethany had
positioned herself so that she could see Noriko's face, wanting to
catch the expression when the tentacles took her mouth and cunt and
ass at the same time, so she couldn't see the juices which were
literally dripping from Noriko's cunt as she realized what was about
to happen.

	Noriko closed her eyes as she felt something pressing against
her ass, and when she felt a questing tentacle teasing her cunt lips
open, she smiled involuntarily. Bethany frowned when she saw the
smile; this wasn't what she expected -- or what she wanted. She liked
to force people, not give them what they want -- not unless she'd
broken them to want it, and even then she taunted them with the
knowledge that she'd _made_ them want whatever degrading thing it was
they were begging for. This wasn't going the way she expected.

	When a pair of tentacles slipped inside Noriko's blouse, and
curled around her tits (she didn't need to wear a bra yet), her smile
widened as she felt tiny little suckers on the sensitive skin. When
the ends of the tentacles began sucking on her nipples, she gasped
involuntarily. A tentacle took advantage of her open lips to slip
between them, and as it did so the tentacles playing with her ass and
cunt slipped inside. Noriko was in ecstasy; she was losing all her
virginities at once; even better, she'd gotten a glimpse of the
tentacle that had slipped into her mouth. It was one of the ones
shaped like a dog's cock; she'd wanted to suck her pet off, but had
lacked the courage. Now she licked around it greedily, while sucking
on it the way all the stories she'd read on the internet said to.

	Her efforts were rewarded, as it hardened and expanded. Noriko
began to move her head up and down, giving it a blowjob, trying to
take more and more of it in her mouth. She gagged a little, but as it
was fairly thin -- like a real dog's cock, she realized -- she was
able to slide it down her throat. Her jaw stretched slightly as it
slid over a large bulge in the tentacle. The young girl began to moan,
as she felt her asshole stretch as the tentacle fucking her ass
swelled. It hurt, but in an odd way the pain felt good -- and knowing
that her ass was being fucked by a tentacle meant that she didn't care
if it ripped her open and left her bleeding.

	Noriko's cunt was similarly being stretched; the tentacle that
had taken her cherry had raised ridges spiraling down its length, the
head flared out nearly an inch wider than the rest -- and the rest was
large enough that her cunt lips were stretched obscenely tight around
it.

	The sensations blended together, the pain and pleasure and
fullness melding into something she couldn't name, couldn't describe,
could only wordlessly demand _more_ of -- and when she felt a sudden
sharp pain in her nipples as the tentacles sucking on them grew a
hard, sharp point and stabbed straight into her chest, she came, hard,
shoving her head forward and down onto the tentacle, feeling the bulge
slip behind her teeth again.

	She felt the tentacles stiffen, and expand slightly, and felt
hot liquid spurt into her ass and cunt and throat, the bulge expanding
behind her teeth until the tentacle was trapped there, down her
throat, and the heat of the liquid and the sensation of being choked
forced her into another orgasm, her body writhing around. She
frantically tried to shove herself back onto the tentacles filling her
ass and cunt, and came again when a tentacle slipped across her clit.

	She felt an odd presence in her head. **You liked that.** She
nodded, wordlessly wanting _more_. **You like being fucked by me,
taken by me, used by me. It's been a long time since I've come across
one like you. Would you like to be _mine_?** Again she nodded,
thinking **Take me, use me, just don't stop. I've wanted this for so
long, so bad...can you see, can you feel, can you tell that this is my
greatest fantasy come true?**

	**Yes. I can see your fantasies, your dreams...you wanted me,
though you didn't know I existed. You can have me, if you will give me
yourself, if you will make yourself mine. But if you do, you will
always be mine. I will give you the choice, for I never rape the
willing.**

	**YES!** Noriko shouted silently, **YES! I'm yours, take me,
use me. Please!**

	A sudden surge of pain throughout her body nearly rendered her
unconscious. **You are mine. I have taken you, altered your body for
my whims. You are mine forever.** She felt the mind of the demon
pressing into hers, molding to hers at every point. **And I will be
yours.** There was an odd pressure, which she somehow recognized as
the demon absorbing her language, to supplement what it had gotten
from the summoning spell.

	**You know some of what I know, beloved, as I know some of
what you know. We are linked, forever.**

	Bethany wasn't sure what was going on; the little slut seemed
to be _enjoying_ her rape. A disappointment, but maybe she'd survive
to be broken, turned into a little toy. She saw the younger girl
stiffen, then sag as if unconscious. The tentacles in her seemed to
have stopped moving, so the demon must have had its fill -- or maybe
it just liked its prey awake, so it could enjoy the struggles. That
seemed sensible to her; she felt the same way. In any case, this was a
good time to remind the demon of the bargain it made when it answered
the summoning. "N'gath'tu, by the spell of summoning, by the circles
that bind you, I claim my right of power over you. You are mine, to do
with as I please, until my lust is slaked."

	The demon had no head to turn in her direction, no eyes to
look at her with, but she felt its attention shift to her
anyway. Involuntarily she shrank back from the power turned on
her. **Yours? _YOURS_?** She heard the voice in her head, laughing at
her, and her mouth was suddenly unaccountably dry. **I think _not_.**
With horror, she saw the tentacles spill out of the inner circle as if
there was nothing there, knocking over candles and slithering towards
her. The book fell out of nerveless hands as she backed away. **I
think you will be mine, just as this _lovely_ child you provided me
is. But she will be my Chosen....you will be our slave.**

	"No, no, no, no," Bethany said as the wall blocked her
retreat. She shook her head. "I summoned you. You're mine. I gave you
the sacrifice, I bound you in the circles. You're mine. You can't do
this. You can't."

	**The sacrifice gave _herself_ to me, freely. The circles were
not even close to binding wards.** Tentacles as thick around as her
arms wrapped around her ankles. **You cannot compel me.** She fell
painfully on her back as the tentacles jerked her towards the circle,
dragging her closer to the rest of the writhing limbs. She screamed as
tentacles slithered up her legs.

	"You can't do this! You can't!"

	**I can.**

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