Serenity Falls 2
Copyright© 2025 by Nightfuel
Chapter 12
Supernatural Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Much has changed for Adam after the confrontation inside the Cave where he gained his strange abilities. His relationships with his family members have changed forever - both positively and negatively. Adam has begun to delve into the mysteries of Serenity Falls, naively thinking that the worst is already behind him...
Caution: This Supernatural Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Mind Control NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Magic Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter Cousins Niece MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Harem Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex
Kalista struggled, the blood pounding in her head. She dug her nails into the forearm around her throat, but barely made an impression through the thick fabric of her assailant’s shirt. Kalista tried to roll to the side, tried to throw her attacker off of her, but they were too heavy. The weight pressed her down onto the sand, and her lungs — already in dire straights from being winded moments earlier — burned.
Her vision darkened, shadows creeping in from the corners of her sight. Kalista’s eyelids shook and began to close ... and then the iron band around her throat was removed. She drew in a desperate, hacking breath. Sweet oxygen filling her lungs.
“Are you trying to kill her, you oaf?”
A man’s voice from above — rough and annoyed. It was also muffled, distorted through the balaclava worn over his face. There was movement, and then a pained grunt. Kalista sensed her attacker being kicked, knocked off of her. She tried to lift herself up, digging her fingers into the sand, but she only managed to raise her face up out of the sand. Kalista turned her head, trying to get a look at the two men.
Before she could, a swift kick to the ribs caused her to flop back down. Kalista whimpered in pain, hating herself for the sound.
The man spoke again, this time to her.
“None of that. Stay down if you know what’s good for you, bitch. Fucking complications...”
Kalista clutched at her side, keeping herself face down — for now. She heard the figure who had attacked her getting to his feet. She still hadn’t heard him speak.
Who are these people? And why would they — are they thieves or something? Kalista tried to surreptitiously look out of the corner of her eye at her attackers, but only got sand kicked into her face for her trouble. She heard him spit, felt the spittle hit the back of her head.
“Move again without me telling you to, and I’ll let my friend here finish what he started. Hell, I might even let him have some fun first. Would you like that, bitch?”
The man put his foot between her legs, rubbing the toe of his boot suggestively against her crotch — laughing when she flinched. He addressed the second man again.
“Tie her up. Blindfold her as well. Hurry up so that — don’t just stand there! Fuck, that blank look of yours ... There’s rope in the dinghy. Christ, I have to do everything myself...”
Kalista heard the man stomp off down to where the boat was resting near the waterline. She risked a quick glance up, and saw the second man was staring at her. Kalista flinched again, expecting another kick, but the man just stared at her. Almost passively. He was wearing a full balaclava, so she couldn’t see his face. Just his eyes.
Hearing the first man returning, Kalista hurriedly looked back down at the sand. He knelt down next to her, and wrenched her arms up behind her back. Kalista winced as her wrists were tied together — he wasn’t trying to be gentle. Her ankles were then bound, with a connecting line between them and her wrists. It was short enough so that Kalista’s legs were forced to curl around. The last thing he did was tie a dirty cloth across her eyes.
“Bet this isn’t the first time you’ve been tied, huh, baby? Not with a body like this.”
The man chuckled crudely, putting his hand familiarly on Kalista’s behind. Her fondled her buttocks, laughing louder when he felt her tense.
He’s dead. I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I will. Kalista promised herself savagely as she enduring the groping. Anger was easier. It helped to distract her from the rising panic. She hadn’t seen these people doing anything incriminating — maybe trespassing, but she wasn’t sure how far the borders Serenity Falls actually went. Whatever it was, Kalista just spotting these two didn’t warrant them attacking and tying her up. Not unless they were planning on doing something actually bad. And if that was the case, she was seriously in danger.
The man squeezed her ass one last time, and then sighed.
“Fucking complications. I spend hours on the water, waiting for all these drunk idiots to finally fuck off — and what were they all even doing on the beach? — and yet there’s still one last nosy cunt running around. And to top it all off we land on the wrong fucking beach!”
Kalista considered staying silent, but decided she had to at least try.
“Look, I don’t know what you’re doing, but I don’t care. Okay? I’m just staying here, I don’t care what — oof!”
The last was the breath rushing out of Kalista’s lungs for the second time that night. The man had punched her in the side without a moment’s hesitation. He ignored Kalista’s pained thrashing, addressing his companion.
“Pick the bitch up. We can’t leave her here, so we’ll take her with us.”
Kalista was in agony as she was picked up by the second man. Her bindings meant that she couldn’t even hunch over around her injured ribs. She was slung awkwardly over the shoulder of the silent man, wincing as his heavy gait caused her more discomfort.
Being picked up caused her blindfold to shift slightly over one eye, so at least she could see what was going on. To Kalista’s surprise, they weren’t heading towards the resort, or even back to the dinghy. Instead, they were carrying her along the beach, heading towards the distant headland.
What are they doing? Where are they taking me? I didn’t think there was even anything out here. They reached the headland of the far beach that Kalista had spotted earlier. There was a pause, and then she heard the talkative man clamber up, cursing under his breath as he slipped and scrabbled up the rocky outcrop. After a few moments he hissed back at them from the other side.
“Get up over here, damn you. If this has all been for nothing...”
To Kalista’s shock, the man carrying her started to make his way one-handed up the headland, steadying her over his shoulder with his other hand. She felt an odd sense of vertigo as was hauled up, even as she was surprised at the man’s easy strength. They paused at the top, right at the far edge looking down.
“Hurry up, don’t just stand there! You’re in plain view — a fucking silhouette!”
For the first time Kalista heard the man carrying her make a noise. He let out a bewildered grunt, hefting her a little as though making a point. Kalista realised that it was probably easier to go up carrying someone than down.
The man below sounded dangerously exasperated.
“You got up there with her, didn’t you? Stop giving me headaches. I don’t care if you fucking drop her on the way down — no, wait!”
In the middle of his sentence, Kalista felt herself being lifted higher — raised over the man’s head. Before she realised what was happening, he casually tossed her over the edge.
Kalista didn’t even have time to twist herself around into a better position. She felt a moment of weightlessness, and then she was falling. Thankfully not for long, but she cried out as she struck the beach. It wasn’t the more forgiving sand either — the beach was rocky, nothing but small stones and pebbles. The breath whooshed out of her, the bonds on her hands and feet cutting into her skin. She’d landed on her front, and she must have bitten the inside of her cheek because she could taste blood. Kalista felt woozy, dizzy.
A second later Kalista heard a loud and heavy crunch as the man who had thrown her jumped down onto the beach. She didn’t have a moment to react to that however, as she was rolled onto her side, with the first man lightly slapping her face.
“Are you trying to dash her brains out? That would be all I need. Hey, you. You still with us?”
Kalista tried to move away, letting out a gasping wheeze.
“Y-yeah...”
“Fuck that doesn’t sound good. Christ, if she croaks on me...”
Kalista started to struggle again as she felt the man put his hand on her front. He cursed her, and then put his ear on her chest, listening to her breath for a few moments. He straightened, leaving his hand where it was.
“Huh, lucky you’re so light. You practically bounced.”
“Let go — get your hand off me.”
The man chuckled at the venom in Kalista’s voice.
“Why? It’s not like you’ve got anything here for me to feel. Almost as flat as a boy.”
Despite that, the man slid his hand down the front of Kalista’s top to pinch at her nipple. He laughed again, coarsely, as she swore at him. He stood up, and started to harangue his companion.
Kalista was finding it hard to concentrate. That last fall had taken something out of her. She was only dimly aware of what was being said above her — no matter that she knew she should be listening.
The two of them were talking — well, the first man was more angrily demanding — about getting something to open. It didn’t make any sense to her. There were on a small and isolated beach. What could they possibly be wanting to do out here?
Time passed, and Kalista felt like she was going in and out of consciousness — even though she was trying to stay awake. She felt like she had been alone for a time, but then she heard her abductors as they returned with the dinghy. Then she must have drifted off again, because the next time she awoke she was alone.
Kalista lifted her head, cocking it from side to side as she tried to hear if there was anyone around. Then, gritting her teeth from the discomfort, she rubbed her face against the pebbly beach, trying to dislodge the blindfold.
When she could see again, Kalista was shocked to see the very beginnings of dawn creeping across the sky. Even though she was still tied up, she began to hope that she had been left behind ... but then she saw that the dinghy was still there.
Kalista looked up and down the small beach, but saw no sign of anyone else. It was even smaller than she had realised. A rocky shore, set up right against sheer stone cliffs. It was silent as well, the only sound being the gently wash of the sea on the shore.
I can’t stay here. I don’t know where they’ve gone, but I’m not going to wait around. The fact that it had obviously been hours was actually of comfort to her. Surely her mother would be worried by now, would be searching for her. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to search the neighbouring beaches either.
With a groan, Kalista rolled herself over towards the headland. It was slow going, and painful, but she eventually made it to the rocky outcropping. There she found a jagged section of stone, and awkwardly started to rub at her bonds. Kalista didn’t bother with the rope around her wrists or ankles, instead focusing on the section joining them together. If she cut that, she could use her hands to untie her feet — even though her fingers were tingling numbly from the tight bonds.
This is taking forever — on tv people cut rope with a sharp rock pretty much instantly. It took Kalista the better part of twenty minutes to saw through the rope. Every second made her heart race faster. She was sure that her captors were going to return any minute. Her helplessness was beginning to make her panic.
Almost ... come on! Just a little more ... yes! The linking rope snapped, allowing Kalista to straighten her legs for the first time in hours. She stifled a groan, and then sat upright. Her body was stiff, but she drew her knees up to her chest so that she could slip her bound hands underneath and then over her feet.
Having her hands in front of her made Kalista feel a lot more secure. She hurriedly started to pluck at the rope around her feet. The knot had pulled tight, and it was only by using her nails that she managed to get it undone. Kalista staggered to her feet, triumphant! But then she immediately fall back over, yelping in pain as the blood rushed back into her feet. Kalista hurriedly rubbed at her ankles, trying to ease the circulation.
Once her feet were no longer in agony, Kalista got back to her feet. Now that she could move, she wanted to get away. Taking the time to free her hands was not something she wanted to risk. It would be difficult to climb the rocks with her hands tied together, but she thought she could manage it.
And if I can’t do that, I’ll just swim around the damn headland. Kalista was just about to start climbing when something changed. It wasn’t a sound that alerted her. No, it was something else. Like ... a change in the atmospheric pressure. Like a void opening up all of a sudden. Kalista turned, and her jaw dropped. Against the cliff walls, where there had been nothing, was now a cave.
It was huge, a gaping cavern in the cliff face. Certainly not something she could possibly have missed seeing earlier. A vast opening, the inside a pitch-black void.
“That — that wasn’t there before...”
Kalista shivered. The sight filled her with a sense of foreboding. A feeling that was only heightened when she saw two figures emerging from the darkness.
The two men who had attacked and bound her walked out onto the beach. The bigger one — the one who had thrown her off the headland and choked her — barely reacted to see Kalista standing and partially untied. But the other man lifted a finger and pointed at her. His gaze made Kalista feel even dizzier than she already did.
“I guess we left our guest alone for too long. Get her — now! She’ll make a fine little test subject. Fitting, too.”
Kalista’s heart fell. She didn’t know whether to try to climb the rocky headland or to run into the ocean. The moments hesitation cost her, as the larger man suddenly charged, far quicker than she would have believed. In fact, Kalista had seen that kind of speed once before ... Kalista turned to run, but only made it two steps before she was seized in two meaty hands. She struggled, but before she realised it, she was flung against the rocks.
“Ah!”
Kalista’s head rung as she was slammed into the headland. Her vision spun, and she instantly felt sick. Nauseous. Back towards the cave, the man called out in exasperation.
“Don’t damage her, you fool.”
A hand grabbed Kalista by the front of her top, hauling her up to her feet. Feeling herself beginning to be dragged, refusing to be taken and abused any further, Kalista snapped.
Her hands still bound and useless, Kalista twisted her head, striking forward with an open mouth. She latched on to the meaty part of the mute man’s hand, between his thumb and forefinger. Kalista sunk her teeth in deep, wrenching her head back and to the side. Worrying at his hand. She felt the flesh beginning to give way, heard it start to tear, and then her mouth was flooded with the coppery tang of blood.
The large man let out a wordless groan. He let go of Kalista, staggering back a step while clutching his torn hand to his chest. He wasn’t expecting the far smaller girl to follow him though.
Kalista grabbed the front of the man’s shirt, and then slammed upwards with her knee as hard as she could. She connected with the man’s privates, eliciting an even louder groan from him. Kalista struck him three times in quick succession before she was flung away down onto the beach. She scrambled to her feet, wiping away the blood from her mouth and spitting bits of meat down the ground. Then she turned and started to frantically climb.
It was hard, but adrenaline gave her wings. She reached the top of the headland, and started to haul herself up and over, when a hand grabbed her by the foot. She looked back to see the first man holding onto her. Kneeling and hunched over on the beach behind him, the larger man was vomiting.
The man holding her ankle started to pull her back down. His voice was incredulous, angry.
“You fucking savage! I knew you were a jumped-up little bitch from the moment I first —”