It all began on a bright and sunny day in late June, right at the end of her last semester of High School before the summer vacation. As she walked home from her last exam, Katie found actually herself feeling somewhat down at the prospect of not having school and homework to occupy her mind for two months. It had really bothered her that her parents had decided to move half way through the school year, and transplant Katie into an unfamiliar school several thousand miles away from her friends. Now she had only a handful of other girls at school to whom she could talk. Mostly though, she barely knew them, and now Katie faced the prospect of spending the summer mostly alone and bored.

There weren't even any boys at her school who so much as knew her name. Which also meant, that at age fourteen, Katie was still quite untouched and still a virgin. It wasn't that she was ugly. It was just that Katie was usually quite shy, so friends and boyfriends never came easily to the teenager. Infact, Katie had quite a body, being 5'2", with long auburn hair and big beautiful blue eyes, set upon a pretty face, with a pair of small but perky breasts and a gently curving ass. All of which gave her a look that said "sweet and innocent", at the same time as oozing untapped sexuality.

She wasn't terribly athletic, though, and her somewhat pale skin gave her small frame a look of fragility, that often inspired one's maternal/paternal instincts as well as one's lust. Katie was also very soft spoken, and never raised her voice, even when someone made her angry. Which was a rare occurrence for the little adolescent. She was also kind and caring to anyone who needed help, but still, few people paid her much attention, and so Katie became quite studious. Learning everything she could, and being known as one of the more intelligent girls at her school.

However, it was these very qualities that made little Katie unwittingly feel the strange compulsion to take the long way home that day. Little knowing of the unforeseen dark forces that had taken an interest in her enchanting sweetness, and irresistible aura of innocence. As she walked down an unfamiliar street, she had now idea of the destiny that awaited her, a destiny that would change Katie's life forever...

As she wandered down the quiet, deserted street, little noticing the breeze that ruffled her dark hair, and threatened to blow up the skirt of her school uniform, a peculiar sound caught her attention.

Katie looked up from her sullen contemplation of the sidewalk, and spotted a small white kitten. It looked up at her with large, imploring green eyes, and meowed sadly as it sat before the black iron gates that guarded a large old mansion.

Katie stopped, smiling down at the little kitten before stooping down and holding out her hand. "Oh, hello there," she said sweetly, as the kitten brushed against her fingers and meowed more imploringly before taking a few steps up the drive way of the mansion.

"Are you lost?" inquired Katie, standing up, and experimentally pushing against the gate, as the kitten meowed again, "Can't you get in the house? Gee, someone must be so worried about you..."

The girl was surprised as the gate gave way and swung open just enough for her to slip inside. And Katie, feeling sorry for the little creature, did so. "Hold on," she assured it, "I'll knock on the door for you and get them to let you back in little one."

Once Katie had squeezed her way through the wrought iron gates, she gave the old house the once over. She could see curtains in most of the windows, an old clothesline just behind the house, and a gentle trail of smoke rising from the chimney. The lawn was going to need mowing in a day or two, and the large imposing elm tree in the front yard bore the scars of Dutch elm disease.

But other than that, the old gray stone mansion seemed unassuming. It was three stories tall, with a front porch that seemed to be of recent construction, and a green house had been attached to the south side of the building. There were no cars in the driveway, and no visible lights on, but Katie felt that it was worth taking the chance, for the kitten's sake.

"Poor thing," Katie commented, as much about the kitten as for the loneliness that the house seemed to radiate.

So she shouldered her backpack, and started up the driveway, with the little white kitten running excitedly just ahead of her. As she went, though, Katie barely noticed the dark clouds that were quickly forming over head, or the way the gentle breeze had grown cold, and was picking up speed.

But, Katie's attention was focused on the helpless little kitten, as it stopped before the large front door, and turned back to meow pleadingly at the girl. But soon it began purring contentedly, as Katie climbed up the wooden steps, and bent down to pick the cat up.

"Don't worry," she soothed, rubbing her face against the kitten's soft white fur affectionately, "it's okay, I'll get you back in. One way or another."

The kitten went limp in her arms, and purred even more loudly as Katie rang the doorbell. Inside the house she heard a buzzing sound, but no other signs of life. She politely waited several moments, as the cold wind caused goosebumps to rise along the skin of her bare legs as he skirt was blown up scandalously high.

Katie tried once more as the kitten meowed again, but still no one came to the door. "I'm sorry, kitty," apologized Katie, giving the kitten a gentle hug, "but there doesn't seem to be anyone home."

The kitten gave her another imploring look with its sad green eyes, meowing pitifully, and pawing ineffectually at the heavy wooden door. "Oh, alright, then," conceded Katie, and took hold of the door knob, "I'll try."

To her surprise, the door pushed easily open. "Oh!" she exclaimed, feeling a little startled, "Well, I guess you're in luck, little one."

Katie put the kitten down and pushed the door open enough for it to pass through. "There you go," Katie replied, smiling at the kitten as it took several steps inside, before turning back to the girl, "You're home now."

Katie waved good bye and stood up straight, but the kitten meowed sadly once again. "What is it now?" the girl inquired as the cat looked at her insistently.

"Oh, now I don't know about that..." Katie commented skeptically, as the sound of falling rain against the porch's tin roof caught her attention.

"Oh, dear!" she exclaimed, turning around to face the pouring rain, "Now how ever am I going to get home?!"

Behind her, the kitten meowed again, and Katie shrugged. "Well I guess you're right then, kitty," she replied, turning back and opening the door completely before stepping over the threshold as the wind blew rain against her back. "Hello? Anyone home?" she inquired loudly, but received no reply.

But, as the young teenager stepped into the house, the heavy oak door slammed shut behind her. "Eeek!" she exclaimed, jumping with fright before calming down and turning to face the door, "Oh, it must have been the wind..."

Cautiously she turned back to face the kitten, but found it missing. "Kitty!" she called, but there was no response except for the sound of the howling wind just outside the door. Katie sighed heavily, and took in her surroundings.

She stood in a spacious front foyer, done in a very Victorian style, with a wide, winding staircase, carpeted with a thick red carpet, and bordered by a dark wooden banister. The floor on which she stood was made of white marble, and an impressive glass chandelier hung far above her head.

Katie shivered, as she looked around nervously, not spying any evidence of any life in the still, quiet mansion. "This is too weird," she commented, "But I guess I'm stuck here until the rain stops."

She looked beside the door, found an old carved wooden chair, and took a seat. Katie sat in silence, as the dark gloom closed in around her, and felt quite unnerved as the only sounds she could hear was the rain, her breathing, and almost her own nervous heartbeat.

But then the near silence and gloom was shattered by a loud crash of thunder, and the blinding light of the lightning. Katie jumped in her seat, and threw her hand against the wall, desperately searching for a light switch.

Much to her surprise, the girl found one, and within seconds, the chandelier was giving off a dim, eerie warm glow. "That's better!" the frightened teenager exclaimed, hugging herself against the chill as she attempted to wait out the storm...

Two hours later, after finishing off the novel she had brought with her in her backpack, Katie decided that it might be okay to explore her surroundings a bit more. Especially considering the fact that the owners of the house had apparently left it abandoned for quite sometime, and the fact that the storm outside gave no sign of letting up.

Fortunately, the first room she encountered, after going through the archway to her left, was a huge library/study. Katie tried the light-switch, that was just inside the room, and stood in awe at the hundreds of leather bound books she encountered. The shelves they were placed upon reached the third floor, separated by circular balconies, and many books were only accessible via an old wooden ladders on wheals.

The floor of the perfectly circular room was made wood, but in the very center, there was thick plush carpeting with two overstuffed couches, a low oak coffee table and two desks with old library style lamps set upon them. Katie sighed, shaking her head as she entered the huge room, silently wishing that she had access to such a wonder.

The girl walked to the very center of the room, and took a deep breath, taking in the scent of dust and old books, just as a crash of thunder sounded outside. But this time she did not jump, she could almost feel the old tombs calling out to her, drawing her to them by pulling at the adolescent girl's thirst for knowledge.

Katie soon gave in, though, and walked boldly over to the endless rows of books. She pulled a random book off the shelf, and walked back to one of the couches. The girl carefully sat down, finding the old sofa to be reasonably comfortable, and carefully examined the ancient volume.

It was similar to most old books that one might find in such a place, bound in hardback leather, with crisp yellowing pages, and a few words in Latin for its prologue, but this book seemed different somehow. More compelling. Katie tired to read the title, but found her knowledge of Latin to be far too limited to make much sense of the words, and the arcane symbol etched in gold just beneath it was a mystery as well.

"Oh well," she commented to herself, "so long as the owner doesn't mind, I guess I can always look at the pictures..."

Katie opened the book to a random location, and was instantly shocked, horrified, and repulsed by what she saw. "Eww! Yuck-!" she exclaimed, her young, innocent mind reeling from the picture she found, "That's just gross!"

The picture depicted on the page was hand drawn, but looked remarkably real, almost as if a picture had been taken with a modern camera and had somehow been added in when the book was made. It depicted a very young girl, no more than thirteen years old, her wrists, and ankles bound by ropes in such a way as to leave the poor adolescent spread-eagled standing upright. The ropes that held her were in turn tied to two trees, leaving the poor helpless girl a foot off the ground and quite vundrable. Although the truly disturbing thing was that there was an impossibly long and fat earthworm, which seemed to have had crawled out from the ground beneath her, and was now trying to burrow its way into the teenager's pussy. Also, judging by the look of horror, and revulsion on her young pretty face marred only by her tears, the girl was not enjoying the process.

Katie immediately dropped the book onto the table and glanced around guiltily as the sound echoed loudly throughout the mostly empty mansion. She shivered as a cold chill went through her, and decided to put some distance between her and the lewd book.

Katie left the room and headed up the winding staircase towards the upper levels, deciding to continue her exploration before returning to the library. "That picture was just TOO real!" she muttered, shivering as the draft from a partially open window blew at her skirt...

After another half an hour of careful exploration, Katie confirmed her suspicion that the house was quite unoccupied, and had been for quite some time. The strange thing, though, was that the electricity in most of the rooms still worked, as did the water in the three bathrooms. Infact, there was still quite a bit of furniture left, that was strangely free of dust. But the one thing that Katie did not find, though, was a phone with which to call her parents.

"I guess it's not too bad here," she commented entering the master bedroom on the third floor, and walking over to the window to watch the storm, "It could be much worse here, I suppose..."

Katie gave a worried look as the rain pounded against the window, as if it were trying to get in at her, and noticed something quite distressing. The little teenager squinted her eyes, and pressed as close to the window as she could, but still, Katie couldn't see past the front gates the raging storm. She sighed heavily, and resigned herself to staying a lot longer, and turned to see what treasures the room had to show her.

The room was lavishly decorated with candles upon silver candlestick holders, ancient portraits of Victorian design, and a simply huge solid oak wardrobe against one wall. In the corner sat a queen sized four poster canopy bed, a standing full length mirror, and a dozen or so other little things that catered to the needs of a nineteenth century woman with money.

Katie smiled, feeling suitably impressed by her surroundings, and feeling tempted to try out the numerous personal effects left by the previous owner, but at the same time, feeling almost guilty, as though she were intruding.

But still, she was currently the only occupant, and it was unlikely that anyone was going to show up before the storm passed, so Katie decided to make the best of it. She carefully moved the silky curtain that partially concealed the bed out of her way, and sat down.

"Actually," mused Katie, bouncing lightly on the old feather filled mattress, "It's not so bad here... Oh!"

She looked down at the nightstand and noticed something she hadn't seen previously. It was a small leather bound book, similar to the ones from the library, but with an old locking mechanism on it. Katie cautiously reached for it, and picking it up, noticed that the lock had long since become too corroded to be of any use.

Katie opened the book somewhat pensively, half expecting another scene form the book downstairs, but was pleasantly surprised to find that it merely the diary of mansion's previous owner. Julia Brooks.

Katie swung her legs up onto the bed, and propped herself up against several of the ample pillows before settling in to read. "I sure hope that Ms. Brooks doesn't mind!" she giggled, feeling just a little bit naughty for reading someone else's diary, even if that person had died long before she was even born...

The diary was hand written in an easy to read style of hand writing, with careful attention to proper spelling and grammar, showing that the author was quite learned and paid attention to detail.

It seemed to be the third volume of a set, detailing Julia Brooks' life. The book that Katie held was the book concerning her adult life, and started with the death of her parents, shortly after her eighteenth birthday. They had died while horseback riding on her Aunt Beatrice's farm. Apparently, the two horses were suddenly spooked by something unknown, and they were both thrown to the ground before being trampled to death by their mounts fled.

The police thought it suspicious, seeing as most horses avoided trampling their riders, but in the end it was deemed an accident, seeing as no proof of actual fowl play could be found. Only one police investigator continued the investigation after the fact, but he died late one night when snooping around the farm. He was found lying on the ground, his eyes staring blankly forward in utter horror, and his hair completely white. The coroner claimed that the officer died of a massive heart attack, but everyone knew that he's died of shear fright...

However, after the death of her parents, Julia inherited their entire fortune, including the mansion in which she had lived since childhood. And under her Aunt Beatrice's tutelage, Julia learned how to hold on to her estate, casting off many foolish suitors who only desired her for her wealth.

After some time, there came threats against her person if she did not marry and advocate her fortune to her husband. Feeling a little rattled, Julia purchased two large guard dogs. A Doberman which named Jonathan, after her Father, and a German shepherd which she named Maximillian, after her late Uncle.

Strangely, a month after the mysterious and threatening letters started arriving, one every two or three days or so, the perpetrator turned himself into the police. He was barely sane when he did so. All that he could do was babble incoherently about the "shadows" coming to get him. He was locked away in an asylum and never heard from again...

Julia's diary went on for a while longer, describing a failed love affair with a German ambassador, and a few other small romances that Julia had while traveling Europe one year. But on her 23rd birthday, her aging Aunt Beatrice approached Julia. The woman began teaching her about more than just affairs of state. She began teaching Julia how to out right manipulate men with her sexuality. At first Julia was shocked, but soon grew to enjoy the promise of power over men, and after a year of further tutelage, Beatrice informed Julia of her families darkest of secrets...

Beatrice, it seemed, was quite adept at the mystic arts, and wanted to pass the knowledge on to Julia before she herself passed on. Intrigued, Julia agreed to stay on and learn more, soon finding that the sorcery that her Aunt practiced was known as "Tantric Magic", which apparently would work well with Julia's previous training.

Her Aunt was quite mysterious about the whole matter for quite sometime, only giving Julia small bits of tantalizing knowledge, before revealing her ultimate goal. Beatrice, and her Grandmother before her, had sought the cure for her own mortality. They had wanted to live forever, but each successive generation made only a little more progress than the previous, so Beatrice required an heir to continue her work.

"Don't let our lives be in vane, little one..." her Aunt had said, "Take up the torch upon my death, and do all you can. Find what we could not..."

But, by this time, Katie was growing wary. So, after crawling out of bed, the girl went over to the huge wardrobe and pulled open the wooden doors. She gasped to herself, awed by the spectacular array of almost perfectly preserved vintage clothing, before reaching in and sorting through it like a little girl in a candy story.

"This is like a museum!" commented Katie, pulling out an old, flimsy nightgown that was about her size, and holding it against herself, "I'll have to remember to call my parents in the morning, but for now it should be fun to pay dress up for a little while."

Katie smiled down at the old silky nightgown and walked over to the full-length mirror with it. "I hope it fits," she commented, carefully placing the garment on a chair before disrobing.

As she unbuttoned the skirt of her school uniform, letting it fall to floor to collect around her ankles, Katie suddenly felt a little self-conscious. She glanced at the mirror before her, and blushed, as she couldn't help noticing how cute she looked, only wearing her white blouse and panties. Katie smiled demurely, staring down at her feet, trying to ignore the slight tingle from her pussy, as she undid her tie, and began unbuttoning her blouse.

But as the girl let the garment fall off her shoulders, Katie suddenly felt a deep sense of insecurity, as though someone were watching her. In response, Katie turned around suddenly, her arms covering her small breasts, in hopes of catching sight of who or what was there. She found the room exactly as it had been before, devoid of all other life, yet, the thought of someone watching her undress did cause the little teenager's nipples to harden.

"Must be the storm making me nervous," Katie commented, turning to pick up the nightgown once again before pulling it over her head, and finding the garment to be a perfect fit.

"It's like it was made for me..." the girl replied, as she looked at herself in the mirror from several different perspectives, and blushing at the way the almost translucent fabric clung to her young body in just the right ways, "Oh, well. Off to bed I guess..."

That accomplished, the little teenager yawned and walked over to the dresser, where she lit a candle before shutting off the light. Katie then crawled back into bed, this time taking advantage of the thick blankets and picked up Julia's diary once again once she'd placed the candle on the nightstand...

The book went on, describing in vague terms Julia's tutelage in the mystic arts, and how she put her new found knowledge to good use. She had several "flings" with important men, and women, in high places, using her tantric magics to control and manipulate them.

Katie was then shocked to discover two things; the first was that tantric basically equated to "sex magic", allowing Julia to affect the lives of those she bedded. The second astonishing and shocking fact was that Julia's confession that her preferred lovers were all females between the ages of thirteen and seventeen. Julia also eluded to the fact that each little girl she was with brought her and her Aunt another step closer to immortality. But, alas, her Aunt Beatrice died at the age of eighty-nine, shortly after Julia's twenty seventh birthday...

At that point, Katie yawned, and put the book down on the nightstand before blowing out the candle. She sighed contentedly as the warm blankets kept out the chill that somehow seeped in through the closed window, and snuggled in under them as the sounds of the storm lulled her to sleep...

Katie was drawn from her dreamless sleep sometime later by the sensation of something touching her. In her state of drowsiness, Katie didn't quite notice that it was the blanket moving down to the foot of bed, as the sheets somehow rearranged themselves. After a few minutes they stopped, and Katie, disregarding it as a dream, fell back asleep.

But several moments later, the little teenager was jarred awake by the sudden shaking of the bed. The girl opened her eyes and looked around, feeling terribly startled, as she realized that the bed was moving by itself, shaking violently, and banging its wooden legs against the floor.

"What the-?" Katie exclaimed, moving to sit up, and finding herself tied to the bed by the sheets. Infact, both her wrists and ankles had somehow become securely bound to the four tall bed posts, and that no matter how much she struggled, the little adolescent was trapped.

"This has to be a dream! It can't be real!" she exclaimed, her pulse racing with fear as the bed shook and jumped, moving partially away form the wall as it moved. Almost as though something beneath it were trapped and trying to break free.

Soon, frightened tears streamed down Katie's pretty face as she cried out in panic, hoping desperately that someone would hear her screams. But then, the crashing and banging abruptly stopped, leaving Katie time to catch her breath.

"Please!" she sobbed, her pretty blue eyes full of tears, "Let this be just a dream!"

Then, as if in answer, Katie suddenly caught sight of movement. Looking around, the young teenager's eyes went wide with fright at what saw. From all around her, and presumably from underneath the bed, several long, black, serpentine tentacles loomed over her.

"AH! Nooo!" she screamed, shaking her head in denial, and struggling against her binds as the tentacles stared down at her with great interest, "This CAN'T be real! Please! Somebody! Anybody! Help meee!!!"

But little Katie's cries and pleas fell upon deaf ears, as the ends of the long black tentacles began to alter themselves. One became thin, flat, and razor sharp, gleaming menacingly down at the little bound fourteen-year-old. Three others became thinner, their ends opening up until they resembled long hoses or tubes, each dribbling a near constant supply of white sticky goo.

"Ow! No!" pleaded Katie as some of the ooze dribbled onto her tender young thighs as she kicked her young little legs, and she found the viscous liquid to be quite hot, yet not to the point of scalding her soft flesh.

Finally, though, the remaining two tentacles morphed only slightly, their ends thickening and widening until they resembled impossibly long, thick, black penises. Katie's eyes went wide with fright when she saw this, immediately speculating as to her fate, and not liking her hypothesis at all.

"Noooo!" the girl screamed helplessly as the bladed tentacle swooped down towards her throat, only to veer off at the last possible second, and cut a long line down through the fabric of her nightgown.

The garment was then pushed and pulled open by the other tentacles, leaving little trails of hot, sticky white goo across the adolescent's body and leaving her small bra and panties exposed.

"Nooo! Please don't!" Katie cried as the bladed tentacle struck again, halving her bra with a quick slice between the small twin A-cups.

It then withdrew for a moment, almost seeming to watch as the little teenager's struggling caused her bra to fall open, causing Katie's sweet, young perky little tits to come free of their confines. Her little pink nipples hardening against the cool dry air in the room, as outside the storm became louder with more and more crashes of thunder and bursts of lightning.

After a moment of struggling against her binds and staring helplessly up at the watching tentacles, Katie relaxed a little, and ceased her thrashing about. "What... What do you want from me...?" she asked, with tears rolling down her face.

As if in answer, the bladed tentacle swooped down again, and made short work of her panties, revealing Katie's nearly hairless virgin pussy for all to see. But then, ten more tentacles rose up from all around the bed and descended upon the girl.

"Nooo!" she cried as the slimy, black tentacles began wrapping themselves around her.

The first two rubbed against her sensitive inner thighs, smearing their warm, slime across her pale skin before wrapping around them, and squeezing firmly. The next two each secured an ankle, wrapping themselves around three times and pulling in opposite directions, as if trying to spread Katie's legs as far apart as possible.

Katie could only watch helplessly as two more bound her wrists, just below where the bed sheets were tied, while two others rubbed against her little tits, before wrapping themselves part way around the small mounds of flesh, and forcing Katie's nipples to stick straight out.

"Oww! Stop!" pleaded the little teenager, "You're hurting me!"

But it was to no avail, as the last two new tentacles took their places. One sliming its way over Katie's stomach, encircling a portion of her torso, and lifting her body just off the mattress, while the other wrapped around her neck, stopping her from shaking her head around quite so much. Then, to finish its work, the bladed tentacle cut away the bed sheets from Katie's wrists and ankles before retreating back under the bed.