Being an Opening

The Dark Hotel - Ch. 6

Being an Opening

I was again dreaming that horrible, repeating nightmare. I knew that I was dreaming, but I couldn’t pull out. It always started with the first moments of the road trip, and it kept repeating this “déjà vu”:

"I didn't know you had a granddad," my fiancée, Eve, said as I was putting the coordinates in the car's navigation system.

"Well, he didn't like me," I replied. "Not at all. That's why I never mentioned him to you."

After that gentle, initial start to my dream, it would then throw me into something really dark, and within my dream I already knew the next nightmare was coming...

I blacked out from my own screaming.

Until something woke me up. Some rustling of chains, far away. And some drops of warm water were dripping on my cheeks. Perhaps there was a leak in the ceiling? But the dripping was irregular, sometimes one single drip, sometimes several. And they didn’t drip in the same spot, as if something were trying to aim but were not successful. And why was the water warm? I never knew about dripping water being warm. Strange.

Eve spoke to me. My loving Eve. She spoke from somewhere above me. The room—was I lying down on the floor of a room? Where was I? The room was too dark to see her, but her voice was always soothing me.

“Zeke, could you do me a favor?” Eve asked softly.

“Of course, my love.” I happily answered.

“Open your mouth wide.” Eve said, in a snorting tone.

Was she mocking me? I had the feeling she was grinning at me in the dark. Did she feel superior?

“Now.” Eve commanded me, truly dominating me with her tone. It sounded angry and urgent. As if she were worried something would get lost or I would miss out on something. I never heard her talk in such a tone, as if she had changed or something. I would obey, but I felt like a ****.

So, I did, embracing her simple request.

Giggles.

But not from above me, where Eve was. More from the back of the room. As if they were watching us and having fun. Why was my fiancée Eve hovering above me? Was she on the stairs perhaps? But it sounded much closer, as if she were standing, her legs spread, above my face. A warm, wet drop fell on my cheek again.

Several ancient voices were whispering something to Eve. They sounded like snakes; the words had been accompanied by hisses and gurgles. I could only hear parts of the conversations, loose words, such as “…misssssing…” and “…better… and finishing with what I believed was “…kneelingsssshhh…”

I hear those chains emit a metallic rattle, very close, coming from above. Was Eve really in chains? I thought it had been an illusion. And it sounded like the chains were getting closer to me. So, I did not really wake up from my nightmare, I thought. Suddenly, I felt legs rubbing on both sides of my face against my cheeks, as if somebody were kneeling on it. And right above me I felt a wet, radiating warmth approaching my face. Was it Eve? I didn’t hear anymore chain rattles. Did she reach the spot where she wanted to be?

A rough hand with reptilian-like skin grabbed my face harshly, holding it still in place, displaying a certain annoyance of me not fulfilling Eve's command correctly. But I had my mouth wide open, I thought. From the scent, I knew it was Eve. But it was mixed with a stench, as if something very old was way past its expiration date. If I didn’t know any better, it smelled like a decaying corpse. But that couldn’t be, could it?

Right then, Eve sank her dripping cunt onto my mouth, keeping my nose in the free and clear so I could breathe through it. She was now holding my face with her legs in a vise-like grip and started riding my mouth with her pussy. I wanted to please her by licking her, but I couldn’t lick and hold my mouth wide open at the same time. I decided to keep it wide open, just as she commanded me to.

Finally, the first drop of warm liquid landed in my mouth. I was so happy! It felt good to comply with her orders. I attached my mouth to her dripping pussy, making sure there was a perfect connection.

I was unsure of one thing: am I allowed to swallow it or not? It tasted a bit salty and earthy, as if her pussy had been filled with some kind of semen, but it was for sure not human. Because I know exactly what it tastes like, human seed from a man's balls, since I could not forget the one affair she had as she made me lick her cum-leaking, very stretched cunt.

Eve's dripping was quickly filling my mouth, and I was still in doubt if I was allowed to swallow it. Was the warm liquid that Eve was spilling meant for the dark seed, which was making a nice nest inside my intestines, or was some of it trying to crawl out? Would the liquid send it back to my warm, cozy bowels?

“Yessssss,” Eve whispered, “Ssssswalloooow it, Zeee. It won’t hurt you. Yet. I just need a couple of times.”

For what, I thought? What will happen to Eve when she has these couple of times?

I swallowed.

It was very sticky and sluggish, and I felt it lower itself at a creepy slow pace through my esophagus, taking with it any dark seed that might be crawling upwards. Soon my esophagus was, due to the sliding dense liquid, completely closed, pushing anything on its way down.

I couldn’t breathe; my airpipe was filled with that same dense liquid, and I passed out.

I woke up on the hard floor, a soft voice talking to me.

“Do you work out, Zeke?” Lamia, the owner of a callused claw, asked me as she was caressing my naked calves.

I nodded. “Yes, Lamia, do you like it?”

“I can feel it; your calves are very nice. On the one hand, they feel strong and firm, and on the other hand, they feel very smooth and soft, are evenly toned, and have this lovely natural glow. As if they were massaged with a little bit of oil.” Waitress Lamia praised me.

“I hope it’s olive oil, Zeke,” Lamia added.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you.” I replied, proud that the many hours on the treadmill brought me an admirer. I didn’t understand why she would use olive oil, but I felt safe with her, so I didn’t mind. I felt a bit sleepy, though. She had been chanting a strange lullaby. All those strange ancient lullabies somehow calmed me down and made me focus on the task at hand.

"Zeke, Zeke, soon you will shriek.

How will your man's belly grow?

With Deianira's babies, and it will reek,

Inside you, her black seed is ready to show."

“Zeke, I think I will eat your calves first. You don’t mind, do you? I mean, once you are a host, you will not need any extremities anyway.” Lamia said. “You will just be the typical sack, as all the others in our backyard.” She chuckled.

“A long time ago I would only eat babies, but somewhere along the road I discovered that drinking blood or male meat tastes much better.”

“How come?” I asked.

“You can find me on your Google, Zeke. I am more ancient than you might think.”

“Is there any way I could assist you with eating me?” I asked, being under her spell. “Do you have any olive oil at hand for me?”

“Very tempting, Zeke, to offer me a succulent appetizer, but I have to politely decline; I am only here to bring a message.”

“Oh, I am sorry, Lamia. Just let me know as soon as you get hungry then.”

“Ooooh... Zeke, yes, I will!”

“Now,” Lamia continued. “Did you let Deianira's seed escape through your mouth?”

A flashback came to me. I was guilty. Yes, some escaped through my mouth. I was able to catch some of the offspring as they fell on the floor and swallowed them back alive, being careful not to chew on them, but most of them slithered quickly away and hid under the bed.

“I am sorry, Lamia,” I said, having trouble speaking.

Some of the crawling seed Deianira pumped into my colon had found a way through my intestines, entering my stomach. As the worm-like parasites slowly crawled further up, “against the current,” they reached the junction of my digestive and airway systems, the throat, and most of them slithered downhill into my lungs. I had to cough several times but couldn’t cough them out. They had anchored their bloated torsos to the walls of my lungs with their little claws. I coughed up some more blood and saw some little worm-shaped forms quickly crawl under the bed.

“I wasn’t fast enough to catch them, so I couldn’t swallow them again.”

“Should Deianira inseminate you again? Her seed is very important for the brood of the Changer.”

“Let me try to have a look under the bed; please give me a minute.” I almost begged her, feeling awful. She had trusted me with gestating Deianira's black seed in my intestines, and I failed them both.

“Yes, go on your knees and try to find them. I hope they are still alive.” Lamia said in a disappointed tone.

I quickly searched under the bed, but I only found non-moving, worm-like-looking creatures, all dead, I guessed. I showed Lamia the remains I had found, and she cursed at me.

“Let me call Deianira.” And she took out her cell.

“Hi. Yes, correct, you guessed right. He lost most of them; they are all dead. Ok, see you in a bit.”

It felt as if Deianira had been waiting around the corner, because 5 minutes later, she showed up.

Lamia and Deianira discussed a possible solution, and sometimes I could hear parts of their conversation.

"...rather eat him.”

“...breed him again...”

“...Changer will be angry...”

“...perhaps with Eve?”

They both turned, looking at me, and Deianira angrily said to me, “Opening, get naked on the bed and get on all fours.”

I had fucked up, and she would now punish me. I deserved it. I couldn’t even keep her seed inside me for a couple of weeks.

I undressed, assumed the commanded position on the soft mattress, and waited.

“Put your ass high up and your arms down, so your chest touches the mattress.”

I did.

“Can I watch Deianira?” Lamia asked. “I have never seen you knotting.”

“Sure! You can even hold our male Opening because the penetration of my knot normally hurts. But first, I need to check the existing knot in his rectum; perhaps it has slipped into his colon, not sealing his exit anymore.”

As Lamia watched, a thick, throbbing, arm-like appendage came out of Deianira's mouth, swelling and lengthening because of the increased blood flow. Just like an erect cock would do. But this appendage had at the end a round bulbous head with many little tentacles, reminding her of a sea anemone. The appendage lengthened, curling downwards directly towards Zeke's sphincter. The appendage was shiny from its own lubrication, and it had some kind of knobs on its outside, looking exactly like the suction cups of a squid, but smaller. What Zeke didn’t know is that those knobs could not suck in its prey; the only function they had was hiding the sharp fangs.

Lamia saw them as the ceiling light of the room was shining on them, and it reminded her of Keres's pussy.

The little tentacles on its head now reached the upright ass from Zeke and inspected the small opening they found. Zeke's anus opening was wet from his sweating, which occurred as he was searching for the parasites under the bed.

“Oh my,” Deianira grinned, her inquiring little tentacles feeling Zeke's wetness. “Are we aroused?”

“Do you like it, Opening? Deianira asked Zeke.

He didn’t understand why she called him "Opening" the whole time, as if he were an object. But he didn’t say anything about it, since he screwed up.

Zeke merely answered by lifting his willing anus higher, hoping she would give him a second chance.

The appendage made its head become a more oval form and pushed against the receptive little opening.

“Hold tight, Zeke.” As Deianira announced the invasion. Lamia licked her lips instinctively. She wished she had some kind of tentacles too, but Nature decided differently with her. Still, she loved the “extras” she received from God. Or was it Satan?

Zeke grunted like a pig, emitting low, rough sounds as his body was being impaled from behind. Deianira had forgotten how tight that boi was, but she preferred it like this, enjoying hurting Zeke a little. The appendage head was now slowly advancing through the ring of anal muscles, stretching Zeke's exit, and Lamia unknowingly rubbed her own pussy from sexual arousal through her pants.

The appendage popped with **** through the ring of muscles into the wider space of the rectum, making Zeke groan loudly, half from the pain, half from the pleasure. It bumped against the floppy old knot, which was already deflated, and it was a wonder, Deianira thought, that he didn’t lose her seed through his exit tunnel.

She was able to get a hold on the knot and tried pulling it out, but it was securely anchored with its hooks and still too large to pass through those tight spaces.

She shook her head, indicating to Lamia there was no chance. Yet.

“We have to wait and see what happens when the Changer eats my remaining black seed from the bowels of this Opening and if it is enough food to survive.”

"Damn. Both cursed.

“We can’t do anything for now, but we can have some final fun with him.” Deianira added, treating Zeke like an object. "Let's do a little Jacob's Ladder with him, shall we?”

Lamia's thighs instantly became wet. She knew right away what was going to happen to Zeke and felt her pussy get wet from anticipation. She didn’t know how long the appendage could get, but the way her sister was talking, she was in for a show!

“Lamia, can you hold our sweet little Opening from behind by his shoulders?” Deianira asked in a soft, sultry tone.

Lamia did, but Deianira corrected her, “No, that’s not right; do not be in front of his mouth at all times!”

Lamia moved to the back, holding Zeke again, looking at Deianira to see if the new position was approved by her.

“Yes, that’s excellent, Lamia!”

“Zeke, I need you to move back towards me, your face further away from the wall.”

As a good boi, Zeke backed up, not understanding why. His face had been at least 30 cm (12 in.) away from the wall... But he backed up, now roughly 1 m (40 in.) from it. He wiggled his ass, showing he was ready for his treat, even if he didn’t know what it was.

Well, he soon did. He felt Lamia becoming nervous and didn’t understand why. Was she stressed, or was it something else? Was she aroused? Was there something sexual coming up? Or something horrible?

Deianira grinned. Her appendage had already found the passages her parasites had made inside Zeke and was silently slithering upwards. Zeke did not realize what was happening; he thought he had eaten something past its date because his stomach felt very bloated. He felt extremely full suddenly.

“Lamia?”

“Yes, Deianira?”

“Have a look at our Opening's stomach. You know, have a look under him. You will love the view.

Lamia let go of Zeke's hips and lowered herself on the mattress, like a car mechanic looking under the car on her knees. As she looked at the area where Zeke's entrails were located, she saw a sickeningly large bulge all the way from his pelvis up to the ribcage. It was 40 cm (16 in.) long and 15 cm wide (6 in.), but what truly horrified Lamia, after already having seen so many grotesque things done by her family, was the height of the bulge. It was probably 20 cm (8 in.) high, stretching Zeke's tissue to the ****, with purple stretch and tear marks already showing at the stomach area. If Deianira wanted, she could rip him open with her appendage.

That would be so exciting! Imagine witnessing the massive appendage breaking through his skin, tearing up his organs and tissue. She shuddered at the thought, and a massive orgasm rippled through her body, sending waves of pleasure to her most secretive parts. She groaned loudly, riding the orgasm as long as possible and even pleasantly surprising Deianira. Finally, Lamia knew her true vocation within the family. She would bring in fresh prey for her wonderful family to claw open with their reptile-like talons. Tourists, the homeless, prostitutes, criminals, and so on. People who nobody would miss. But for the banquet of her next centennial anniversary in the family, she already had the ultimate dinner plan: a school bus full of children.

It had taken Lamia almost 300 years since her initiation to finally find her place along with all these true monsters. She was so happy! Even Deianira gave her a proud look as she came in her pants from watching that obscene flesh-stretching. Hundreds of thoughts shot through her brain. If she were going to organize that one school bus for her 3rd banquet, which she had seen bringing all that succulent young flesh back and forth to that school near the hotel Zeke inherited, she had to quickly get more Bone-eaters, as they called them, but their real name was simply “pigs.”

Pigs will readily consume bone-rich gut piles from carcasses. 12 pigs can eat the bony remains of a kid in just under 20 seconds. That Type D school bus, which she was thinking of, was transporting around 80 to 90 kids every day, so the pigs would need roughly 18 minutes after her banquet to make all evidence disappear. You must starve them 2 or 3 days before, of course, and right now they only had 10 pigs since the last banquet; two of them died from indigestion, which she still found hilarious. She should call that one farmer tomorrow and get some reinforcements. Because buying vultures for this task would look funny when they were circling high up in the air over the diner...

She had to laugh.

Zeke heard her laugh as he was fighting with his filling and looked over his shoulder, wondering.

“Too bad, Deianira,” Lamia said. “We still have a task for him to do.”

“What do you mean?” Deianira asked.

“I would love to play with him, you know? Have your appendage burst him. Put him in a white-painted room with only white furniture and make bets on the amount of the gory splatter?”

Deianira smiled; her little sister was finally home! She was overjoyed and so proud of her!

“I am so proud of you, Lamia.” She said. “You are the best sister I could have wished for!”

Deianira then added, “I would kiss you, but my tongue is a bit occupied with this male Opening."

They both had to laugh. What a great day after all!

With the loveliest tone of voice, Deianira whispered, “Ready to rupture, Opening?”

Zeke could only nod, not understanding. Seconds later he truly understood.

The fat appendage pulled back a little and then leaped forward, driven by a very old, unnatural strong ****, the first part of it shooting out of Zeke's mouth. Spit, mucus, tissue, and teeth flew against the wall in front of Zeke.

Lamia now understood why she had to hold their male Opening sideways.

Her entire body trembled again as her second orgasm made her cold, dead heart skip a beat, and her breathing became irregular. Her pants were soaked with her pussy juices she had released. Wow! She found out more about herself than ever before!

Too bad they couldn’t play a little bit more with their Opening, because the changer was coming, but she for sure now knew what she wanted from now on. If the changer rejected this Opening, then she could have him again... Lamia shivered at what she would do to him...

Their Opening had blacked out, and Deianira pulled out. The party was over.

“So, what do we do now?” Lamia asked.

“Leave him here, let him recover, and feed him often to make him strong again.” Deianira replied.

To be continued.