An Innsmouth Halloween

"Mom? Aunt Ann? Is this part of my initiation?" "What's going on?" "You're scaring me!"

I didn't know if I was meant to follow, but Chloe piteously calling "Maaark! Come with me please!" From inside the passage made up my mind. The narrow corridor appeared to have been there since the original mansion was built, the walls were yellowed 19th century lath and plaster, and the floors were the same white oak original to most of the structure. There was a worn path in the decades of dust and cobwebs, and the dim, but relatively modern, electric lighting meant that the passage was still in occasional use. We went ever deeper into the bowels of the hotel, occasionally descending narrow spiral staircases. At regular intervals, we passed the back of bookcases and built in features that apparently acted as doors into the passage. I recognized various parts of the hotel through one way glass mirrors and spy holes built into the walls. The winding walk couldn't have taken more than several minutes, but it seemed much longer in the eerie, liminal tunnels.

Eventually we came to a section of passage that widened out into an antechamber hallway. The walls were covered in an overwhelming blood red wallpaper, and dark cherry wood wainscoting, and it was lit with art deco electric light fixtures made of still glinting brass. There were several cherry wood side doors along the walls, and at the end of this hall, there was a heavy bronze door with the same symbol on Ann and Sara's masks, emblazoned in glimmering yellow brass inlaid into the dull green verdigris of the bronze portal. I was uncomfortably reminded of the crypt door Chloe and I had passed earlier.

On each side of the door there were statues similar to the ones I had noticed in the graveyard. The ones in the cemetery were apparently the young versions, substituted for lambs on the graves of old Innsmouth children. These were the adult version, acting as guardians to whatever was behind that sepulchral door. They looked somewhat like amphibious deep sea super-bulldogs, with mouths like anglerfish and rows of massive, curved teeth, their heavily muscled bodies covered in fins and gills, and frog like legs that ended in enormous flippers. Most unsettling was their beard-like mane of squid tentacles, armed with taloned suction cups. Even though they were statues carved of some kind of mottled, venom-green stone, they still made me uneasy.

They had stopped before the door, and Chloe was kneeling, each wrist cuffed to a ring on the statues. I had been hanging back at the entrance of the antechamber, not sure If I was supposed to be there, but I observed poor Chloe getting her ears plugged, her mouth stuffed with a rubber ball gag, and finally a set of noise canceling ear muffs were put on over her already plugged ears. Once all this was done, Mom and Aunt Sara removed their pallid masks.

I was a little scared, and even a bit angry about what they were doing to Chloe. I had had enough of watching and waiting, and I walked into the hallway, preparing to demand some answers. My intent must have showed, because when I stormed in to protect Chloe they both broke into sappy smiles, as if it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen. "Oh, Marky, you're such a good boy, coming to save little Chloe!" Sara squealed, throwing her arms around me pulling me down so she could kiss me on the cheek. "She's fine, it will be over soon."

"I'm proud of you Markybear," Ann said as she kissed my cheek and squeezed my bottom after Sara released me from her hug. I was comforted by my mother using my old pet name, Heather and Chloe had started using it again, and I found I liked it.

"Well, it's getting late, hang your robe on one of the hooks behind the statue and kneel behind Chloe." Sara said. "You can touch her while we're still out here."

I hung my robe up as instructed, ignoring the awkwardness of being naked. I knelt behind Chloe and hugged her, resting my jaw on her shoulder as I did earlier. She flinched a little at first, until she recognized that it was me, then leaned into my hug with a sob, unable to speak with the gag.

Ann and Sara removed their robes, and replaced their masks as they started to chant solemnly. Ann opened a hidden drawer in the base of one of the sea dog statues and withdrew something like a metallic bikini bottom, which I realized was the female equivalent of the chastity device I was imprisoned in. I had been holding Chloe, but I reluctantly released her as my mother signaled me to move back. I felt a pang of heartbreak as Chloe trembled, clearly not wanting me to let go.

Ann ceremonially adorned Chloe with the chastity belt, taking time to carefully align the open metal ring at the bottom over Chloe's anus, before fastening it by cinching a flexible cable uncomfortably up the crack of her butt to the waist belt of the device. Sara had removed a matching collar and leash from the other statue, and fastened it around Chloe's neck, while Ann unclipped her cuffs from the statues. With a final crescendo that ended in the infamous Cthulhu R'lyeh couplet, the bronze door opened with an ominous clank.

A blast of damp heat staggered us as we entered the room. It was a fairly large stone walled offshoot to the basement, I realized roughly where we were because of the large diameter steam pipes embedded in a double row of horizontal channels around the walls. That is where the heat was coming from. That meant we were behind the boiler room.

I looked around the room in shock, the most noticeable artifact was a massive statue of an entity that looked like a winged gorilla with an octopus for a head built into the back wall. The figure sat slumped, surrounded by a tableau of a somehow terrifyingly alien cityscape. It was of the same stone and workmanship as the sea dogs in the hall, but had an even more powerful menacing presence. I knew enough of our folklore to instantly recognize Dead Cthulhu in his tomb in R'lyeh.

The stones of the wall were dark grey, and carved somewhat like the tombs of ancient Egyptian Pharaohs, although the glyphs were different, and most of the gods and figures appeared to be aquatic. The ceiling was a domed planetarium, finished in a deep navy blue and decorated with brass stars and planets depicting various constellations. Most of the floor was a mottled, faintly glowing bluish green, intended to resemble the deep sea. It was made of phosphorescent glazed tile with a rippled, wave like texture.

The center of the room held a low stone altar, eerily similar to the one on the beach that Heather and I visited the previous day. Unlike the one at the beach, this one was covered with a mottled green mat of some kind, and an old fashioned chest sat just to the side of it.

As I looked around the room in fascination, Mom and Sara solemnly led Chloe to the tableau, fastening her leash and cuffs to a set of rings inset upon the throne of Cthulhu.

Sara and Ann knelt and prostrated themselves, concluding their chanting invocation. Chloe sat shivering in a fetal position, tugging her bounds tentatively. She was understandably frightened that she could no longer feel Sara and Ann, and was unable to see, hear, or speak in an unknown place.

I was hanging back near the door, not sure what to do, when the heavy bronze door slammed shut behind me with a thunderous clang, shattering the heavy silence of the tomb.

I flinched and spun towards the door, my heart sinking when I found it locked. I felt a twinge of panic at being trapped, and vaguely hoped that Heather knew where we were, or that Ann or Sara knew how to open the door.

I turned back towards the room, as Ann and Sara slowly strode towards me. Despite knowing that these were the women who raised me, I was intimidated by the sight of them striding towards me in their creepy pallid masks.

They each took one of my wrists, and led me to the altar. I felt a twinge of deja vu as they shackled my wrists to rings built into the altar, thinking of Heather and I at the mystery rock altar the other day. In this case, they had shackled my wrists about shoulder width apart, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The surface of the altar was covered in a semi-translucent, mottled green mat, made of a soft, rubbery material and textured to resemble piled seaweed. It was warm to the touch and coated in a thick, slippery, clear substance.

Sara and Ann began rubbing my body with the slippery substance starting with long, comfortable strokes down my back, progressively becoming more intimate, eventually each inserting a finger to probe and stretch my anus with the warm, lubricating fluid.

Ann and Sara crawled to either side, kneeling primly, staring at me silently through their inscrutable masks. I heard the sound of someone approaching me from behind, and I turned as much as possible in my shackles to see. I don't know what I expected to see, but it wasn't Heather. She was wearing a silver-gold metal mask that resembled a humanoid cross between a fish and a frog. The mask was paired with an elaborate diadem that held her hair back and she was adorned in scaled, finned, armor like jewelry covering her arms and shoulders.

I almost laughed, but my humor was daunted when I noticed the foot long, dark green structure belted at the front of her loins. It was shaped like an elongated pear, with a narrow point to a thick bulb, ending in a narrower section like a stalk. It appeared to be somewhat flexible, as it swung and jiggled ominously as she climbed the altar and crawled towards me.

"Hey Heathe, nice costume," I said nervously, greeting her normally in an attempt to make sense of the the surreal situation.

She didn't reply, merely mounting me, sliding her hands up and down my back, and rubbing the bumpy textured horror between her legs in the cleft of my buttocks. She clawed me with both hands, digging her nails in my hips almost hard enough to break the skin. She began dry humping me, slapping my ass hard any time I missed her rhythm.

I was so horny that the feel of her touch, and the sex rhythm seemed to drown out any other thought, so that I started humping back with a feeling almost like relief. Once I was in that state, she began to feed the tip of her nightmarish silicone sex organ into my anus. The narrow end wasn't too uncomfortable, after all I had had been penetrated repeatedly over the last three days. But as she delved deeper, the slight discomfort turned to a sharper, almost painful stretch as the dildo got thicker. Still, I matched her thrusts, the pleasure of sexual contact outweighing the physical discomfort and embarrassment.

Finally, she had come to the thick, bulbous section at the base of her ovipositor. She paused, before pushing into me steadily. It wouldn't go in, and I just leaned forward as far as my bindings would allow.

"Its ok, honey, relax...". That was Aunt Sara.

"Just let it happen." I recognized my mother's voice, speaking quietly and gently.

Heather slowly pressed, again and again, until I felt my anus finally give up, and the protuberant section slide in. I gasped in eye bulging pain when it passed my anus, before the respite of being able to close somewhat around the thinner base. I was locked on Heather's monster organ, and the only way I'd ever be free was by passing that torturous bulb. Heather began thrusting again, this time in short, quick strokes, until I started matching her again.

Heather pulled back a little farther, drawing the bulb from my rectum and into my anus, causing me to wince and plead, to no avail.

"Don't fight it, push on it like when you're in the bathroom when its coming out," I recognized my mother's voice again, and it brought back the presence of mind to be embarrassed that my mother, aunt, and cousin could see me in that predicament. I was just thankful that Chloe was blindfolded.

Heather continued withdrawing her tumid ovipositor, and I pushed like my mother had said. After a painful couple seconds, I thought it was going to be over, until Heather reversed course and pushed it back in. Over and over she stretched me, until I just lay helplessly on the rubber mat, the pain in my dilating anus had mellowed into a bumpy, throbbing ride as my asshole was utterly tamed.

Finally, Heather withdrew, leaving me on the mat with an exhausted, wide open bottom, as I whimpered softly and tugged weakly at my bound wrists.

When Heather had gone, Ann and Sara removed their masks, and pet me soothingly, singing lullabies and touching my anus gently, stimulating it to close up back to its normal size.

After a few minutes, I was pretty composed, and they freed my wrists and helped me up. We stayed close, the feel of their warmth was a great comfort as they guided me to the tableau.

We passed Chloe sitting on the floor and trembling, clearly terrified in the silent darkness with her senses taken away. "Is she ok?" I asked, concerned.

"She is fine, this lonely part is important for her, although I'm sure she's very scared right now."

"We both went through it too, as did Heather, when we were nineteen, and we all turned out ok."

"In fact Heather is a little jealous, Chloe has you, the only remaining man of our family to help her through it."

Ann and I passed behind the tableau, and then through a secret passage hidden inside a stone fish's mouth. Sara stayed behind to keep an eye on Chloe. Eventually, we passed through another secret door, this one hidden behind a soda machine, and came into a surprisingly mundane employee break room near the boiler. Heather was there, still dressed in her fish-like armor, and she was making cappuccinos at the espresso machine. "Hey Markybear, you did great!" She said as she handed me a robe and a cappuccino and stood on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek.

"Oh and you'll be happy about this," Ann said as she removed the key from around her neck, kneeling before me to unlock the chastity cage. The relief of having that unbearable thing off was indescribable, and my penis slowly inflated into a full erection just from the sensation of being unbound. I was pretty much past the point of feeling shy after what had just happened, but I put the robe on and sipped my cappuccino.

"I need to get back to Chloe and Sara." "Have a snack and then Heather will lead you back to the tomb." "You both did great!" Ann said as she hurried back down the passage.

"I have a treat for you." Heather went to the refrigerator and produced what we call a King Peebles. It's made by spreading a layer of jam on a slice of bread, topped with another slice of bread with thick layers of peanut butter on both sides, and topped with a third slice of bread spread in marshmallow fluff. So, it's basically a three slice sandwich consisting of peanut butter and jelly on one side, and a fluffernutter on the other. Between the King Peebles sandwich and the cappuccino, I felt pretty much restored within a few minutes.

Chapter 16

"Well, I don't mean to rush you, Markybear, but we shouldn't keep them waiting," I had just finished my King Peebles, and had the last swig of my cappuccino. "Open your mouth," Heather popped a breath mint into my open mouth, before finishing off her cappuccino and taking one herself.

My emotions were mixed as we walked back through the secret tunnel. On one hand, it seemed that the violation I had just experienced was going to be the worst of it, for me. On the other hand, I was worried for Chloe. After all, this was her initiation, and she had little to no experience with any type of sex. 'Oh well, at least she seems very curious about it,' I thought to myself, thinking of how cute she was, trying to show her privates to Heather and I but being too shy, and the rapt attention she had given my caged penis and testicles the previous evening. As I continued thinking it over, she had been extremely disappointed when my penis was still locked up in Room 21, so I came to the conclusion that it was time for my little cousin to have some experience, I just hoped she'd get off on whatever our moms had planned for her. I vaguely hoped they weren't just planning to have me make love to her, I was sure I wouldn't last long after my days in chastity.

"We're here, just hang back quietly in the tableau until they're ready for us." I nodded, and we went through the secret door in the monster fish jaws. We picked a spot that gave us a good view of the altar, and hid behind a jade like screen depicting a somehow unsettling alien structure of non-euclidean architecture.

Sara and Ann had replaced their masks, and stood to each side of Cthulhu's throne. Ann pulled a lever, releasing the ring that fastened Chloe's cuffs to the throne. As she felt her new freedom, Chloe groped around tentatively, taking off her earmuffs and blindfold. She let out a choked gasp in awe at the sight of her surroundings, pulling her earplugs out and frantically unbuckling her ball gag as she took in her surroundings. She turned and cringed at the sight of Cthulhu looming over her, and recoiled back, still held like a slave by her collar and lead to Cthulhu's throne.

"MOM!" "MARK!" "AUNT ANN!" "HEATHER!" "Please, somebody help me!" Chloe called piteously, close to tears. Ann and Sara strode forward, with Ann taking her leash from the throne. Chloe looked relived for a moment, but their expressionless masks and formal, cold demeanor caused Chloe to start actually crying as she begged: "Mom?" "Aunt Ann?" "Why won't you talk to me?"

Neither made any reply as they led her slowly to the altar, shackling her wrist cuffs to the rings.

The chest I had noticed earlier had been opened, and a strange artifact had been set up on the altar. It was a metal cylinder, about 18 inches high by perhaps a foot in diameter, mounted on a tripod about four feet high. It was of the same silver-gold alloy and workmanship of the other esoteric artifacts we had been in contact with. There was a flexible hose attached to the bottom of the cylinder, and it ended in a vaguely phallic metal tip.

Chloe was on her hands and knees with her butt facing the tableau, sobbing quietly. Ann and Sara switched places from their roles in the spanking the previous day, with Ann holding her head and shoulders, and Sara in charge of her bottom. As Ann positioned her head down, Sara expertly inserted the glimmering metal tip into Chloe's rectum, pausing a moment after making contact with her anus, before sliding it in smoothly. The chastity belt Chloe was imprisoned in had been specially made to allow the nozzle to pass, and even held it in place.

Sara turned the small valve at the base of the hose, and Chloe froze in confusion at the strange feeling of being filled with lukewarm water. Ann and Sara had begun another chant as they waited for Chloe's colon to submit and accept the water. Heather had a look of half empathy, and half amusement at her sister's predicament. "That's one of the worst parts," she whispered very quietly into my ear. "It gets more degrading as it goes on, but the part when you feel yourself being filled for the first time, not knowing what is going to happen, ewww!"

In light of my recent experiences, I knew just what she meant.

Sara checked the water level in the cylinder, before gently sliding the nozzle out. Ann released her upper body, and both her and Sara took places beside her. Chloe lasted a minute or two, starting to really wiggle at the end, before blasting the enemata out behind her in a magnificent spray like a watery firework. It took another couple minutes for her to expel all the water out, occasionally sobbing with humiliation.

When it was clear that Chloe was empty, and all the enemata had drained from the altar through the drain in the center facing Cthulhu, Sara and Ann began the next stage. The tone of their chant changed, while Sara produced a silver-gold butt plug, for lack of a better term. Both she and Ann moved to Chloe's sides, and together, they began inserting the plug.