Copyright© 1992-2003

"An impotent Scot named MacDougall
Had to husband his sperm and be frugal.
He was gathering semen
To gender a he-man,
By screwing his wife through a bugle."
-author unknown

Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.

With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.

The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.

A scream sounded from some dingy corner where she saw a four-foot cubed cage with a naked child within. Its eyes were open wide with fear and bewilderment. The child was reaching for Jane with one hand through the tight bars. Multitudes of small stringy black mammals hung upside down, still. On the opposite wall a cocoon-like egg-shaped five-foot-long container hung. Inside the egg an eerie shadow of a human could be seen in the fetal position. The cobwebs in every corner gave the basement the appearance of an attic. A rat tore at a slab of meat that resembled a grayish hand. An old man knelt next to the door, his body covered in slash marks and welts. He wore nothing except rags and he was trembling at the sight of Jane.

The average-looking housewife trembled in barely controlled fear and disgust. She hated this place!

An old metal staircase spiralled downward into the depths. Taking a candle from the tarnished silver holder, Jane descended into what she considered hell.

The flickering flame only showed about ten feet in radius and she knew the room below her was very large, in fact larger than the floor space of the house. She stood on the well-tread gravel path. In the darkness she could hear the sound of flowing water, metal scraping against rock, a moan of pain or delight, and a concealed chuckle.

This was her destination!

"Hello? Is the mistress in?" She called out with fear sounding in every word. Her voice echoed several times until the silence overtook the sound.

It only took seconds for her to see a person materialize from the darkness. It was a woman, a tall female with black hair and grey eyes, a divinely beautiful woman who was the ideal of the perfect female. She wore a circlet of gold about her waist and another around her ankle. In her right hand she held a shiny leather whip.

Jane dropped to her knees in fright and stammered out, "Mistress, please... I need to speak to you!" The mistress stood above the housewife, smiling. Jane continued, "I can't do it! What about my life, and my family's?"

The mistress played the whip's tail about the clothed shoulders of the housewife, causing her to tremble. Slowly the tail travelled across the upturned face, then began over the mounds of her breasts. Jane opened her mouth to speak again, but the mistress effortlessly slapped her cheek. Jane sprawled several feet away, the candle dropping to the ground but stayed lit.

The naked beauty motioned to the stunned woman. Seconds later a grey figure approached Jane. The six-foot creature had small bat wings, a wide mouth full of long sharp teeth, a muscular torso but small thin legs and arms, and claws on both hands and feet. A gargoyle! The beast grabbed the mature woman in one hand and reached for her clothes with the other. It laughed a gruesome and terrible sound as it preceded to tear off Jane's clothing. The thing left several claw marks upon her pale smooth skin.

Jane screamed out in horror, realizing that she was in total control of the woman she called mistress. The brute was a creature who only lived for the distorted sense of pleasure was to cause pain. It was a creature the housewife had the terror of meeting one other time.

The mistress looked on, not even stopping the beast when Jane's clothes were finally off, but watched with an almost indifferent attitude.

The beast pulled Jane up into the air effortlessly, her feet not even touching the ground. Naked as she was, she was determined to get through this horror somehow. Both her fists were hitting its rock-hard chest again and again to no avail. With a grunt the grey man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long phallus.

Jane screamed out in pain. Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her, holding onto her hips and moving her up and down very fast. The two-inch-wide cock ripped and tore her sensitive vagina, causing her excruciating pain. The housewife could take it no longer, and begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Spots appeared in front of her eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the pain, much of which she would mercifully not remember.

Jane awoke laying upon the cold gravel floor an unknown time later. Above her the mistress stood, her legs straddling the housewife's face. Even as she first opened her eyes, she saw the perfectly-formed vagina above her bulge up and red pee rained down onto her face.