The dark hotel

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OK, a quick word up front from me. These days you have to warn people more or less what they are about to read. Which might even spoil the story. And I don’t want to do that. Stephen King is lucky; everybody knows if you read one of his books, you are in for a crazy sick imagination. Even a chair becomes scary. Amazing writer.

I like both styles: the slow-burner variant and reading something that feels like getting hit by a large truck on page 2. So are my chapters, sometimes slow, and sometimes...

I have sick story ideas too. Sometimes I wonder if a chapter is not “too” much.

To summarize, my slow burner “The Dark Hotel” is an erotic horror story with all kinds of sexual, and for sure, weird shit.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients, besides the horror stuff, such as “demon sex," “male impregnation” (a bit gay if you ask me), "humiliation," "vore," "contempt," "femdom," "snake breeding," "centaur ****", "vampire stuff" and so on.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please join me in my horror saga, and I hope you enjoy the little creepy things!

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Road trip

“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.”

“But he left you a hotel?” Eve asked.

“I just don’t know why. I was the only one not kissing his ass, no matter how rich he was.”

“Well,” my fiancée said, “everybody was very surprised as the executor told your entire family he left you an up-and-running hotel.”

“Yes, nobody knew about it, not even me. He kept his secrets very well.”

“So why would he bequeath you the hotel? It might be worth millions?”

“I just don’t know, Eve. I sometimes thought he even hated me. Little things he did to me, you know?”

“So how long is the drive? I have never been in that area at all.” Eve asked.

“Well, about four or five hours, depending on the number of breaks we take.” I replied.

“OK, let’s do this!” She encouraged me.

...

Three hours later, we had covered a large part of our road trip. We were not far away from our destination. The darkness of the coming evening was announcing itself, and it was not even 4 PM. Winter was sure closing in fast, I thought.

“I need a break.” I said to Eve. As I looked on the navigation display, a fork and knife were merely two miles away from us. “Look, in two miles we can eat.”

As Eve looked at the display, she didn’t see any Diner.

“What do you mean? I see no Diner on the display.” She asked.

“Right there.” I said, lifting my hand to point at it on the display. As I looked, it wasn’t there. That's weird. Must be the satellite reception.

“I swear I just saw one," I replied.

After roughly two miles, the Diner did show up, on the other side of the road. “There it is," I said a bit too loud, overexcited. “Let’s eat.”

The place was completely empty but for one gypsy-looking customer and the woman working there. We sat in a booth, and I grabbed the menu. Eve left for the bathroom.

The gypsy guy kept looking at me. As I looked back, he was saying “no” to me with his index finger, moving it from left to right. As if he wanted me to leave. Leave from what? From the Diner? From the hotel? The town? Was there a town? I didn’t check.

“Can I get you anything, Zeke?” The waitress asked me, suddenly standing next to me.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, surprised.

“I know a lot of things, Zeke. You must be Zeke, right?” she replied.

“Well, yes, I am.” I answered, still surprised.

“Would you like to have your usual?”

“Eh, what is my usual?” I wondered.

“Pancakes with cream?”

“Mmmhhh... no, give me that as a dessert. I’d like to have a hamburger with everything, fries, and a Coke Zero.”

“No milkshake?”

“Oh, uh... yes, please change the Coke into a banana shake, thanks.”

Right then, Eve came back. She had an excited look in her eyes.

“I bet you would like to have some spaghetti.” The waitress asked her, smiling.

“Yes, good idea,” Eve replied. What kind of sauce do you have?”

“Let us surprise you.” The waitress replied, smiling again. “It’s organic, and it is very good for girls like you.”

“OK, sounds good, thanks!” Eve nodded.

“Matcha to drink?” The woman continued.

“Do you have matcha?” Eve happily answered, “Yes, please!”

“Our matcha is very special, Eve; it has an extra organic factor. You will love it!”

“Oh yes, please, Lamia, I am already thrilled.” Eve answered overly excited, if you ask me.

And how did she know Eve's name? And why did Eve know her name? And what kind of name is Lamia? Sounds ancient.

I followed the whole thing, watching the waitress, wondering how good she was. For sure she didn’t have many customers each day, so how could she guess so well? She had with Eve a 100% score and with me at least an 80%. Amazing. And knowing our names? Weird.

The waitress left, and Eve asked me if I had read the obituary notice. I answered, saying no, I didn’t have much time last week reading the papers.

“I find it odd,” Eve said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“There are clear mistakes in it, and the text is strange. For example, it says R. I. H., and not R. I. P.”

“What does the H stand for?” Eve asked.

I don’t know, maybe the H from home? Or hallelujah?”

“Or HELL,” Eve said.

I doubted that. “What else is weird?” I asked her.

“Well, the lifespan, you know, the birth and passing away dates.” Eve said.

“Read them to me, please.” I asked her.

“It says born 09.09.1825, which is 200 years ago and is exactly on your birthdate, minus 200 years? And the passing away date is next year, and not now, last week, or again, also on your birthday?”

“Let me see.” I asked her.

She was right. The whole thing was weird. One thing I knew for sure is that he was not born like me on September 9th. And dying next year? On my birthday? They must have mixed up data in the printing process.

“Did you place the obituary?” Eve asked. “Because I asked everybody who came to the reading of his last will, and nobody knew about it or who placed it.”

“I didn’t place it," I replied.

“Read the last line," Eve added.

It said, “See you soon!”

That was really creepy, and I got goosebumps all over. As if he were waiting for me on my birthday. Waiting where? In Hell? Was I going to die on my birthday next year? Jesus, I don’t need this shit, I thought.

Right then, our food arrived. It looked good and very inviting. Eve thanked the waitress, and she caressed Eve’s cheek, saying, “Anything for you, my dear; welcome to the family.” Giving her a loving look.

What was going on here? I asked myself. Everything was out of context. And Eve didn’t even notice it. She only smiled back at the waitress, looking at her like an adoring puppy. Had Eve ever been here before? The weird obituary, the hotel thing, the gypsy, the waitress knowing things, and now this creepy “family” thing. Crazy. Maybe I needed a drink tonight.

“Enjoy your meal.” Eve said, pulling me away from my crazy thoughts.

“Yea, you too, Eve.” I replied, smiling at her.

I was so damn lucky to have met her. One of my best friends had booked a trip to Carmel-by-the-Sea, paid for and scheduled it, and at the very last moment his boss needed him, paying him back his money. My best friend asked me if I wanted to have his tickets for free, and of course I said yes!

I didn’t know it was an expensive town; I only knew it had a great beach. That's where I met Eve. Bumped, that is. As I was walking the sidewalk enjoying the scenery, I didn’t watch where I was going and bumped into her by accident. The rest is history.

Her spaghetti looked good. But she was not really touching it. I was happy having this big hamburger in front of me. It had it all, as far as I could see: onions, cheese, lettuce, tomato, pickles, bacon, and some other long, very thin red things I didn’t recognize; perhaps they were some other kind of onions.

We started eating in silence. And Eve drank a lot of her matcha, leaving the large glass only a quarter full. The greenish remains of her matcha looked very thick.

“I have to go again," Eve excused herself, giving me an aroused look.

I looked at her nodding, and continued chewing, enjoying the taste of my hamburger. As I looked at her matcha again, it was different. As if it had been stirred. I now saw some thin, long green things in it. Were those leaves?

Looking through the window, I saw it was already completely dark. Some eerie wind was blowing, making those typical horror movie sounds. Matches our road trip, I thought, grinning at my own joke, composing myself again. Not focusing on what I was doing, I took a bite that was too big, and I couldn’t swallow the pieces of beef. It stuck in my throat, and I quickly drank some milkshake, but the thick fluid didn’t help at all. I couldn’t breathe! I grabbed Eve's matcha in panic and took a big gulp, almost ****, tears popping in my eyes.

Something moved in my mouth.

I stopped swallowing and held my mouth still. Nothing. Am I hallucinating? Or am I going crazy, like millions of other people do on Earth each year? I chewed some more and swallowed. I held my mouth still again. Again, nothing. Maybe it was an onion ring. I don’t know.

Some parasitic worms can survive in the human stomach, I read somewhere. Certain beetles, some insect larvae, and maggots survive it as well and can eat a hole in your stomach wall. They would then reach either the liver or your large intestine, which was kind of placed around your stomach. I know that you can survive without the large intestine, so perhaps it would simply exit your body through the intestines? Unless they found a place to lay eggs, that is. Since there is no acid in the intestines, the parasites, insects, and worms could live there perfectly well, reproducing without any troubles. Besides that, they would automatically receive food from the stomach to feed on.

Would you be able to feel the crawling?

I continued eating, and nothing happened out of the ordinary. I finished my hamburger and fries and am now sipping the milkshake. It was very good, very thick, and creamy. Delicious. It had a couple of softer round balls in it, like chunks of banana, but I simply swallowed them whole. But the milkshake had some kind of aftertaste. Like nutty or even earthy. Was that an organic thing?

“Did you like your food?” A new female voice asked me.

“Very nice.” I answered, looking up at the young waitress. She had green-grey eyes and some sexy freckles on her cheeks. Her hair was black, and she wore a tight t-shirt nicely accentuating her C+ breasts. She had a sexy, slender figure; her wide pelvis was stuck inside tight jeans, showing a juicy ass. I find it very erotic when a woman has a wide pelvis, especially the open space between her thighs, meant for easier breeding.

“I am the chef here, or, well, better said, the cook.” And she grinned about the little joke. “My name is Keres.”

“Nice to meet you, Keres. I am Zeke.”

“How did you like the matcha?” Looking me straight in the eyes.

“Very nice, thanks.”

“Here, let me refill you for free.” Leaning partially over me, her beautiful breasts were hanging very close to my lips as she filled up the large tea glass. She gave me a flirty look and added, “It’s on me.”

“Oh, uh, thank you, Keres.” I answered politely. From the corner of my eyes, I saw, as she was pouring the matcha from the pitcher into the large tea glass, some of those long, thin green things slobbering in.

“Enjoy your matcha,” Keres said. “We make it ourselves, in the backyard. Would you like to see it? We have our own breeding program and organic cell reproduction with voluntary hosts. You can come and watch those things with me later if you like...”

I couldn’t quite follow her, so I looked again at the contents in Eve’s tea glass, and the slobbery things were gone.

“Oh, thanks, eh. Well, no, I’m good. Waiting for my girlfriend, you know?” I stuttered.

“Of course. But she is busy right now, isn't she? By the way, we also are a little motel, so if you want to stay the night, you are very welcome.”

“How many rooms do you have?” I asked.

“A few, but I have my permanent room here too. Yours would be right next to mine; I have number 6. But just don’t mix up the room numbers, since my door is always unlocked and sometimes ajar... Even the furnishings are the same and in the same spot; you would hop in my bed by accident...” Keres replied seductively, placing her hand briefly on mine, and then walking away, swaying her lovely ass in those tight jeans for me. Just before the kitchen door, she looked one more time over her shoulder, our eyes locking.

Her hand had been ice cold.

Half an hour had passed, and Eve was still in the bathroom. That's a bit long, I thought. I looked up, and I saw the long corridor that leads to the bathrooms. From where I was sitting, I could see at least six doors on the left in that corridor; those must be the motel rooms, I supposed.

I decided to wait 10 more minutes and then go see where Eve was. Did I dare to drink the matcha? I looked at it, but it seemed normal.

“Just one little sip, Zeke.” A voice spoke to me, but there was nobody around. Did I speak with myself?

I decided to go look for Eve. I walked toward the corridor, and the toilets would probably be at the end, just like in movies. As I walked through it, the first doors on my left had indeed room numbers, counting upwards, starting with the number 1. On my right there was just a plain long white wall with no windows. As I walked on, I saw door number 6, and the door was indeed ajar, but as I peeked inside the room, it was completely dark. Some kind of ancient smell reached my nostrils.

“Hi Zeke.” It was Kere's voice.

How did she get here from the kitchen? There must be a second corridor, I guess.

“Would you like to come in, Zeke?” Kere's voice asked. “Spend some time with me?”

“Hi, uh, I am looking for my girlfriend, you know.”

“She is being taken care of, Zeke. Just come in for a minute... I will treat you well.”

“Who is taking care of her?”

“Come in so I can show you Zeke.”

I opened the door and stepped inside the pitch-black room. I couldn’t even see my own hand in front of my eyes.

“Close the door, Zeke.”

I did.

“Good boy. Come to me.” Keres said in a sexy whisper.

I followed her voice, asking, “Do you have any light?”

“We will not need to see what we are doing, Zeke...” Keres replied with a creepy giggle.

“Come to me, my lover.” Keres added, making me hard.

I finally found her, sitting on the edge of her bed. My eyes got a little bit used to the darkness, and I could barely make out some contours, such as the bed and Keres sitting there, but nothing else.

“Come sit next to me; I won’t bite, unless you want me to, Zeke...”

I sat down, and she whispered in my ear, “Take off your shirt, big boy.”

I did, and as I turned towards her again, she kissed me softly on my lips, her tongue probing for an aperture. I opened my mouth, and her soft tongue went inside, finding mine, twirling around it, and exchanging our spit. It felt as if her tongue were throbbing, having a beat, perhaps like a heartbeat.

She placed her small hand on my thigh, very close to my crotch, and it slowly slid up on a teasing discovery tour. Soon she reached my cock's bulge and caressed it several times through the fabric, making it even bigger, my cock almost tearing through my jeans.

Keres paused kissing me for a second so she could praise me. “Oh my, you are a big boy.” She whispered. “Take off your jeans, lover.”

I did, without even thinking for a second that I was about to cheat on my fiancée. Some kind of primeval lust was awakened in me by Keres, and I could only think of breeding her, over and over. As my jeans fell on the floor, I quickly pulled down my underwear, taking it off too. The tips of her fingers caressed my engorged cockhead, delicately playing with it, judging it, measuring it, and deciding what to do with it first.

She gently pushed me down on the mattress, and I heard her taking off her clothes. There was another rustling sound as she sat closer to me.

She grabbed both my hands and placed them above my head, holding them there with one hand. She was very strong, and even if I wanted, I don’t think I could have moved my arms. I was helpless. There was nothing I could do, and I was at her mercy. She could now do with me as she pleased, my arms and my body being firmly held down on the mattress by Keres.

I willingly surrendered.

Her other hand kept playing with my hard cock as she kissed me again. Because of the darkness, I didn’t see her face above me at all, but since I was weirdly trusting Keres like a mother, I opened my mouth willingly, letting her tongue glide inside me again. As our tongues touched again, this time Kere's tongue snaked around mine, and it started a sensual, undulating dance. Somehow her tongue felt bigger and rougher, as if it had scales.

“Do you like it?” She whispered.

I could only nod, my mouth full of her large invading tongue.

At the same time, she found my cock's head with her cold hand and pulled back the foreskin, getting it ready to be ridden. Holding the shaft with one hand, she lifted one leg over me, placing her naked slit right over my now fully erect cock. As the tip touched the opening between her swollen lips, she slowly lowered herself, moaning with each penetrating inch.

She was extremely tight, as if she were a virgin but without the hymen. Or never had sex before. Maybe in these desolate places it was hard to find a partner, I thought. I felt like scratching on both the left and right sides of my cock, like tiny knives or razors, as she slowly sank her gash deeper into it. Maybe she was not wet enough, I thought.

“Push, baby.” She whispered, “Push hard.”

The more she impaled herself on my throbbing cock, the more it felt as if I were getting tiny cuts on both sides of my cock. One thing was for sure; she was very lubricated now. She was helping the penetration by moving her cunt up and down, pushing each time a little bit more, and I noticed the rhythmic movement became less forceful. Still, a small part of my cock was not inside her, but by the sound of her moans, she was already truly enjoying it.

“You are big, my lover.” She sighed.

She gave one last push, and I was balls deep inside her. I could feel the pleasures she was experiencing by the **** her tongue pushed deeper inside my mouth, and it felt as if it were bigger than before. Just like my cock, she wanted her tongue as deep as possible in me. It slithered towards the back of my mouth, to my throat, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

Once my throat was reached, I started gagging and coughing from the intrusion.

“Hush, my baby.” She chanted, “All will be good; hush, my baby.” With a weird ancient accent.

It was as if she hypnotized me with her chant because I suddenly felt relaxed and at ease, and my gag reflex stopped functioning, making it possible for her to slide her very long tongue deeper inside me. As it reached my voice box, the tongue's head tickled playfully on my vocal cords, making me involuntarily shoot high-pitched sounds as if I had breathed in helium.

She giggled.

She kept emitting that eerie giggle of hers as the tongue appendage continued playing with my voice box, using it like a small harp. After a minute of showing her utter dominance over me by using any of my organs just as she felt like, the appendage sank itself deeper into my esophagus, towards my stomach. Once it had covered the entire 25 cm (10 inches) of the long tube, it stopped just before my stomach’s lid, the “closing muscles.”

The phallic appendage inside me must now have covered a distance of 40 cm (15 inches), and it felt very erotic, as if it could give me an orgasm. If I didn’t know any better, it would feel like a scrotum massage, but from above. The sensation of being filled fully was sending electric bolts of pleasure straight to my balls.

She knew. Asking me in a sultry tone, she said, “Do you like my pleasures?”

I tried to nod, but even that was not possible anymore, as I was being held down by her long phallus-thing tongue.

Right then it felt as if it had released through its skin some kind of sticky liquid, forcefully flooding my entire pipe. Some of that liquid burst out through my nostrils, as if a water pipe had broken. Once fully inundated, it stopped pumping the liquid, and the long phallus-thing started contracting and relaxing, and I could feel its beating inside me. As if it were getting ready for something.

Not much later I understood. The phallus-thing's head changed its form into a round battering ram's head, ready to invade the last organ it was looking for, my stomach. It gently moved back and forth, each time its tip hitting the ring of closing muscles, just like a very large cock would continuously hit a woman's cervix, announcing the seed to come.

Keres held her tongue thing still. She was moaning, but I suddenly felt afraid.

She felt my body stiffening and started chanting again, with that very ancient accent:

“Ah (every day)

Ah (every morning when I wake up)

(Open the door, baby; don't say a word.)

Ah (hush now, it only hurts once).

Ah (every night)

Ah (every night when you go to bed)

(Open the door, baby, open the door, baby.)

Ah, let me crawl inside...”

...

It still felt creepy, even if it relaxed me.

It didn’t matter. Keres was about to deflower my stomach, and there was nothing I could do. I felt her phallus ram pull back a little, away from the closing muscles that it was about to ravish. Suddenly, it pushed hard with an extremely brutal ****, its round head invading the last organ she was looking for, my abused stomach emitting a loud popping sound we both heard through my body.

“Good little baby.” She whispered. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She asked while giggling.

I somehow nodded “No, it wasn’t” with my imprisoned head.

“I will show you hard now, my little baby.” She sighed.

The phallus-thing in my stomach formed an enormous round bulb head, which stretched my stomach's inner walls, swelling like a bloated leech to firmly secure the appendage, making it impossible for me to pull it out. Holding my hands strongly above my head, Keres started riding my cock passionately, completely controlling the mating by pinning me down harder against the mattress, as if she didn’t want me to escape from something horrible.

I was not fucking her; she was fucking me. The wetness around my cock and crotch was enormous, as if she had been leaking water instead of simply being well lubricated. Even the mattress under my ass was completely soaked, and it made loud sloshing noises as she was humping me.

Her fast and steady mating rhythm did not leave me untouched, and I felt that typical warning that my seed was about to leave my body by the tightening of my balls. My cock's girth grew, and Keres felt it too.

“Come inside me, lover; make me many babies.” She groaned, “I am always fertile.”

She pinned me down even harder, her own orgasm announcing itself through her entire body. Her receptive cunt was now fucking me as fast as possible, making the bedsprings scream from the burden.

My mouth was now so full of her large undulating tongue that I couldn’t utter a single word, not even moan. I had to breathe the whole time through my nostrils. Inside my mouth it felt as if her scaly tongue parts lunged and bit down on mine to hold me still, securing her grip on me, like an anaconda does to hold down its prey. Now she was securing me in many places: hands, tongue, stomach, and pelvis. It didn’t matter; I was at her mercy anyway.

She felt my muscles stiffen up and encouraged me again, groaning hard, “Argh. Aah. Aah. Ooh.”

And then she screamed, “Come inside me, lover, eightfold me!”

I came hard, deep inside her. She held still, and her cunt walls anchored on my pulsating cock. Rope after rope of baby-making cum was shot inside her womb, passing her cervix, reaching her eight ovaries. As my hot seed entered the ovaries, it quickly found all her fertile eggs, and all eight were, one after another, penetrated by my willing ejaculate. Somehow, I could feel what was happening, as if we had a spiritual connection.

Her receiving eggs had a heartbeat of their own, contracting and relaxing. She shuddered as the first egg was penetrated, having her first orgasm of many to come. Each time an egg was found by my spermatozoon and its round head was able to penetrate the egg's wall, having the flagellum slip inside the egg completely, she had another earthshaking orgasm.

After eight long orgasms, she was spent. She lay down on my chest, releasing my hands.

“You are my first.” She whispered happily, fulfilled, “The fragmentation can now start.” She added. I could sense her satisfied smile in the dark as drops of her sweat were dripping on my cheeks.

“Oh, Zeke,” she added, “don’t you worry about the bloody mess; I am used to it, and I will clean it up. And your wounds will heal within a week; don’t worry too much about the little cuts...”

She slithered her large tongue out of my mouth, and suddenly I freaked out.

She had been talking the whole time as her tongue was inside my organs!

To be continued.