Taken by the Monster Under the Bed Read online

  Taken by the Monster Under the Bed

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2016, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Bella looked out the car window at the house. It was a centuries old plantation house, burned down during the civil war and rebuilt during the First World War. Her parents said it had interesting history. She thought it just looked old and rundown.

  “Alright kids,” her mother said. “Go explore.”

  Bella climbed out of the backseat and followed her over-excited little brother into the house. Her parents said to explore, but she honestly just wanted to find a room and shut herself inside. She needed to video chat with her friends and get away from her family for a while.

  The car ride had been nine hours of cross-country torture. She still thought they should have just shipped their stuff and flown. A few hours on the plane would have been far better than listening to her twelve-year-old brother whine about missing his friends and starting a new school.

  Bella stepped through the peeling front doors of the house and glanced around. It was possible to see that the house had been nice at one point. There was fancy molding and someone had taken the time to paint murals on the walls. She wandered through the house, frowning at the paintings.

  The murals were weird. Not at all what she would have expected from a house belonging to a rich southern family. Instead of renaissance art or landscapes, there were dozens of paintings of weird symbols and girls in long, white dresses.

  Bella paused in front a scene with a young woman laid out on a table. Black tentacles seemed to be coming from behind the table to grab her, but her eyes were closed peacefully. Bella shook her head at the weirdness. She left the ground floor to search out her room.

  The grand staircase curved up to the second floor, also full of peeling paint and weird art. She was starting to think her parents either had weird taste in art or had not bothered to check inside the house.

  “What the—!” She heard her dad yell from the downstairs. “Karen, what is this shit on the walls?”

  Bella huffed in amusement and walked down the hallway. She could hear her brother moving around in the first bedroom and leapt around the corner to scare him. The room was empty.

  “Hey!” her brother yelled from behind her.

  Bella looked over her shoulder in confusion. She could have sworn she heard something in the empty room.

  “I called dibs on the fourth room,” her brother said, pointing down the hall.

  “I’m eighteen,” she muttered, still scanning the room. “I get first pick.”

  “Whatever.”

  Her brother drifted off toward his room, leaving her standing there. She gave the room a considering look. It was a nice room. There was already a pretty, wrought iron bedframe in the center of the room, large windows, and a balcony. She crossed the room to open the closet door and raised her eyebrows at all the space.

  A hanger still hung on the rack, so she used it to hang up the jacket she wore.

  “Dibs,” she muttered.

  Bella hurried back outside to start bringing in her stuff.

  Hours later, she had most of her things set up where she wanted them. A side table, her TV, and her mattress perfectly fit the pretty frame. She lay on her stomach in the center of the large bed and chatted with her friends. When they finally signed off, it was full dark and her small bedside lamp was all that lit the large room.

  Bella shut her laptop and set it on her side table. She started to reach for her lamp and paused. Her parents’ room was downstairs and her brother was at the end of the hallway. It was a unique opportunity, one she had never had at the old house. She hurried to the door to flip the lock.

  She tiptoed over to the closet and pulled down the small box on the top shelf. Its existence was a secret. If her parents ever found out she went to a sex shop, she would be dead. They thought just because she was a virgin, she had no libido. Bella snorted and opened the box.

  She had been shy and scared to go to the shop, so the girl behind the counter had suggested something tame. It was called a vibrating bullet. It was still in the original packaging, because she had never gotten a chance to use it. The girl at the shop said it was quiet, but she had not wanted to take any chances.

  She could only imagine her humiliation if her parents, or God forbid her brother, heard her masturbating. She was not sure how it would be different from her fingers, but she was worried she would make sounds if it felt good. Bella grabbed scissors from her school bag and carefully opened the pink package.

  She scanned the instructions and put in the batteries she had purchased at the same time. The little pill-shaped vibrator went crazy on her bedspread. She giggled nervously. It seemed easy enough. She quickly shed her pajamas and slipped between the sheets naked. After a deep breath, she flipped off her bedside lamp and stared up at the dark ceiling.

  Not sure what to do, she just spread her thighs and laid the vibrator against her clit. The second she turned it on, she sucked in a harsh gasp and jerked her hips. The most wonderful sensations went straight from her clit to her virgin pussy, making it clench.

  She slid the vibrator down to her untouched entrance and ran the little toy around the tight opening. She let her thighs fall open wider and began to pant. Feeling daring, she pressed the tip of it inside her. Her wetness dribbled out of her. She pulled the vibrator out and pressed it back in carefully.

  Bella turned her face into the pillows to muffle her moan of pleasure. Her clit throbbed for attention, so she ran the toy over her moist folds up to her clit. It was much more sensitive than the first time and her breath caught. It was almost too much, the feeling indescribably good.

  She jerked her hips, grinding her clit into the vibration. The remote fell from her hand to disappear into the sheets. Bella tossed her head, letting out helpless whines as her body wound tighter and tighter.

  Chapter Two

  Suddenly, she swore she felt something graze her wet entrance and dip inside. It was enough to push her over the edge. She came with a cry, smothering it into the pillows and riding out the aftershocks. She had to pull the vibrator away from her clit to regain her breath.

  Something brushed her ankle. Bella jerked up in bed and reached blindly for the bedside table. Before her hand could touch the lamp, whatever it was wrapped firmly around her ankle and tugged. She slid down in bed. She thought about yelling for help, but her door was locked and her parents were down a floor and on the other side of the house.

  She reached down to pull it off her. Her fingers grazed hot, smooth skin, before her wrist was bound and pulled up toward the top corner of the bed. Bella shook her foot, and then tried to use her other foot to free herself. It only resulted in both ankles being caught and secured to opposite corners of the bed.

  Bella lay still and tried to think about the situation logically. Someone was obviously in her room messing with her. Maybe, someone had been hiding in the house when they arrived. It was a horrifying thought. She tried not to cry when her other wrist was caught up.

  She was tied to the four corners of the bed, naked and vulnerable. Bella shifted slightly to see if the ties had any give to them. They tightened on her like living things. As if her bindings had a mind of their own. She shivered at the thought.

  Just when she though the worst was over, the blankets began to skim down her body. They slid to the end of the bed and fell to the floor with a muffled thump. Bella lay naked on the mattress and tried to peer into the darkness. She could see nothing, but what looked like thin shadows moving around her bed.

  As she watched, one of the shadows slid across the mattress toward her.
It wormed toward her like a tentacle in the darkness. She tried to move her body away from the dark tentacle, but she was bound too tightly. The thing touched her outer thigh and crawled up over her. Bella jerked at the first touch to her inner thigh.

  The thing slid across her skin to tickle at her damp folds. Bella cursed her earlier pleasure for making her pussy so wet and open. It was easy for the tentacle to slide between her folds and dip into her virgin entrance. She gasped at the sensation of being entered by something out of her control.

  The thing squirmed deeper and she moaned at the pleasure of it. The thin tentacle massaged at the walls of her tight pussy, stroking deep into her and back out. When it pushed back in, Bella moved her hips into it. She felt a guilty thrill at finally having something so deep inside her.

  Her pussy clenched around the squirming tentacle and she rocked her hips harder. She was so focused on the small tentacle, she did not notice the others until they were on her. She gasped in shock as thicker tentacles rubbed over her bare breasts and slid through the wet mess between her legs.

  She arched her back, as the thin tentacle left her and one much thicker took its place. She tried to close her legs. The moment she resisted, more of the tentacles wrapped around her legs. They jerked her knees up and apart, baring her vulnerable parts to the dark room. The thick tentacle teased over her wet entrance, dipping inside and filling the room with wet, filthy noises.

  Bella buried her face in the pillows and whined. She jerked her hips up into the pleasurable teasing. Suddenly, the tentacle plunged into her. It stretched her virgin pussy around its thickness and she cried out into the pillow. It pulled out slowly and shoved back in, making her gasp.

  She moaned as the tentacle set a fast rhythm, fucking into her wet pussy and making her squelch with every pleasurable slide. She moved her hips as much as she could, crying out as the tentacle rubbed at sensitive places inside her. Her pleasure built quickly.

  It was a more complex feeling than when she touched herself earlier. The tentacles held her down and took what they wanted. There was nothing she could do but take the hard fucking. The helplessness only added to her pleasure. The thin tentacle returned to rub over her sensitive clit.

  She cried out in shocked pleasure, as it wrapped around the throbbing nub and tugged at it. She had never imagined anything could feel so good. Her chest heaved and she whined with every breath, wiggling her hips to get more. The tugging to her clit and the deep massaging of the tentacle inside her increased.

  The tentacle fucked her harder, making the mattress squeak in a telltale rhythm. She cried out loudly, ecstasy wiping away all her concerns about waking her family. She jerked her hips up into the thrusts, moaning for the pleasure building inside her. A door slammed downstairs.

  Bella tried to keep her voice down, but the tentacles seemed to want to hear her. They tugged at her clit insistently, until it was too much. She squeezed her eyes closed and screamed, her whole body jerking uncontrollably. The tentacles fucked her through the orgasm, drawing out her pleasure and making her moan brokenly.

  “Bella?”

  She clamped her mouth shut at the sound of her mother’s voice. The tentacles paused and slowly began to pull away. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her moan as the thick tentacle slid out of her. Her pussy gushed onto the sheets and she shuddered in pleasure.

  “Bella?” her mother called again.

  “Yeah,” she called weakly.

  “You okay? I thought I heard you yell.”

  Bella brushed her hair back out of her face. “Just a dream. I’m fine.”

  “Okay. Well, goodnight.”

  The footsteps faded.

  Chapter Three

  “Hey, Bella?”

  Bella glanced at her mom from where she stood in the closet. “What?”

  “This.” She pointed to the floor under the bed. “There’s some kind of symbol drawn under here.”

  “Is there?” Bella asked nonchalantly.

  “Yeah. I think it’s paint. It should come off without too much trouble.” Her mother stood to leave the room.

  Bella hurried to stop her. “It’s okay. I’ll just cover it with that new rug.”

  Her mother frowned at her. “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah. It’s no trouble.”

  “Okay.” Her mother shrugged. “Well, goodnight honey.”

  “You, too.”

  The second the door shut, tentacles crept from beneath the bed. She tried to go around them to lock the door, but they grabbed at her. She gasped when several of them caught her and carried her to the bed. They immediately began tugging at her clothes, lightly slapping at her ass and pussy when she did not move fast enough.

  Finally, she was naked, and the tentacles wasted no time spreading her out the way they wanted her. They rolled her onto her belly facing the door and lifted her ass. Her pussy was already wet for them, conditioned over the weeks to anticipate pleasure every night.

  The tentacles wrapped around her thighs and spread them, holding her wide open. Tentacles wrapped around her breasts and began to rub teasingly over her nipples. The little buds quickly hardened and shot jolts of pleasure to her wet pussy. Her ass clenched at the first touch to the little pucker.

  A thin tentacle wiggled through her wetness and spread it over her virgin back entrance. It was something the tentacles had been teasing for days. They tickled over her sensitive pucker, but never slipped inside. Over the days of teasing she had come to crave it. She even dreamed about how it would feel to be filled there as the thicker tentacle fucked her tight pussy.

  She buried her face in the blankets and moaned, her ass tensing at every touch. Finally, the slick tentacle began to push into her. She gasped and moaned, arching her back and panting as the tentacle stretched the virgin opening and slid deep into her. Her body shuddered and the strange pleasure of it.

  “Bella?”

  Her head jerked up and she stared at the unlocked door in panic. She expected the tentacles to pull away and hide, but they did the opposite. More of them emerged from under the bed and draped across her body. The one in her ass slid out slowly and thrust back in. Bella choked on a gasp of pleasure.

  “Yeah, mom?” she gasped.

  “Did you remember to pack your lunch for tomorrow?”

  The thick tentacle plunged into her wet pussy with a squelch. Bella arched her back and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. The tentacle did not pause the way she had hoped. It slid out of her and immediately back it. The wet sounds of her body filled the room.

  “Y-yeah,” she gasped.

  The tendril in her ass began to counter thrust to the one in her pussy, as the tentacles rubbing her nipples began to tug at them roughly. She bit her blanket to muffle her cries of pleasure.

  “Are you okay?” her mother asked. “You sound weird.”

  Tears of ecstasy fell from her eyes. It was all she could do keep from screaming her pleasure.

  “I’m fine,” she gasped. “Just tired.”

  A tentacle fastened on to her clit. Her pussy gushed, and the sounds grew louder. Any moment her mother would hear and come into the room. The possibility only made her wetter. Bella clawed at her sheets, panting and whining into the blankets.

  “Okay. Good night.”

  She heard her mother’s footsteps retreat to the stairs. As soon as she was out of hearing range, Bella screamed into her blankets. She shoved her hips back into the thick tentacles fucking her, taking them as deep as she could. The tentacle on her clit rubbed and tugged at the swollen nub.

  Her wetness soaked the blanket beneath her. The tentacles on her nipples milked the little nubs and she arched her back into it, fucking herself harder on the tentacles and presenting her breasts for them to torment. Her nipples were sore and puffy from the attention and every brush against them made her pussy throb.

  The tentacles in her ass wiggled and slid out. She moaned in loss, but cried out when another larger one slid into her. It quickly matc
hed speed and forced with the tentacle plunging in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The gushing of her fluids slicked the tentacles under and inside her.

  The thick tentacle in her pussy found a sensitive spot and rammed into it over and over, as she clenched down around it and wailed into the blankets.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me.”

  The words felt dirty in her mouth and she gasped in pleasure at the naughtiness. The ecstasy in her body rose with each hard thrust into her stuffed ass and pussy. She jerked her hips wildly, gasping out pleas for them to fuck her harder. The tugging on her nipples and clit made her cry out over and over in ecstasy.

  Finally, her whole body went tense. She buried her face in her blankets and screamed, shaking from the force of her pleasure. Her pussy fluttered and gushed and her hips could not stop jerking, as the tentacles kept touching her.

  She sobbed, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure as the tentacles pushed her toward another orgasm. She body shuddered and her clit throbbed in the grasp of the tentacle tugging at it. Her clit was swollen and oversensitive and every touch made her gasp and scream. The tentacles forced her into a second, stronger orgasm.

  She wailed and shook uncontrollably. She could do nothing but whimper when the torment continued. The tentacles tugged at her sensitive nipples, rasping over them and making her stuffed pussy and ass clamp down on the thick tentacles plundering her body. She moaned weakly, crying in overwhelmed pleasure as another orgasm rose.

  The tentacle on her clit jerked sharply, and Bella choked on a scream. Her back arched, shoving the tentacles into her as deep as they would go and her whole body pulsed. The pleasure went on and on. Even as the tentacles released her, her body continued to twitch with aftershocks. She gasped as the two thick tentacles slid out of her and she collapsed.

  She reached down between her legs and blinked at the glittering, green liquid seeping out of her. It was the first time the tentacle monster had pushed her through multiple orgasms and the first time she had seen the odd liquid. It only seemed to be seeping from her pussy. Bella slid her fingers through it, hissing as she accidentally nudged her sore clit.