Into The Darkness

Stumbling backwards and covered in a cold sweat, Sarah closed her eyes and stepped over the threshold into a dark and musky smelling tunnel. The visions before knocking her off balance as she reached out with a hand to hold herself upright against the wall.

"C-mon," she spirtedly whispered to herself as she took another step forward but she then took a knee, the overwhelming impact of what Mr Jenkins done to her carried on within her mind. She remembered looking up at the old man, lying on the floor in a pool of her own sweat and tears, her top torn and her trousers down to her knees. The expression on Mr Jenkins face was so vicious and malevolent that Sarah thought she might have died that day.

Crying softly and now leaning against the wall, Sarah was about ready to give up all hope as she sunk into the mud a little more, her vagina softly caressing the sharp mud. She could feel the cold of the ground starting to get to her and the breeze was getting stronger, coming from all directions now.

"Please..." Sarah begged silently, as she took a big gulp of musky air before standing up on shaking legs. "Please let me go!" she cried out to the sky and emptiness as tears run down her face and she closed her eyes.

"I won't let you leave... not now..." a deep and threatening voice echoed in her mind as she remembered being placed on the ground before.

"NO!" she screamed, standing up now and backing away from the void and pain of that place. "Please, not now! I'll do anything you want! Anything!" she sobbed again, sobbing harder now as her knees buckled beneath her and she fell, sitting down on the wet, disgusting ground, hiccuping up the remaining saliva in her mouth. "I'll do anything... anything..."

Rubbing her face, she felt something slimy drop on her cheek then land on her breast. Recoiling back and trying to look at herself, her eyes finally adjusting to the light and letting her see a little better in the dark, she found a slug edging it's way towards her nipple. Dry-heaving and jumping up, she quickly brushed her mud stained hands down her body, dislodging it and knocking it away but now felt incredibly **** and exposed to the unknown entity in the dark.

"N... no... no more," Sarah hissed to herself, scrunching up her eyes and standing up. "Please... don't... I can't take anymore..."

"Where is your brave face?" came a deep voice from behind her. "You think you can take me?"

Gulping in fear, Sarah shivered and stood still, too scared to turn around but too scared to move either.