Little Indians
Chapter 9: Life inside with Pamela

Copyright© 2010 by Lost Boy

Horror Sex Story: Chapter 9: Life inside with Pamela - The village of Gynt is under siege by the demon Lilith, and many attempt to discover her secrets. Why has she arisen? How is she manipulating their minds? Could surrendering to her seductions be the only way to save the world?

Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   Fa/ft   Consensual   NonConsensual   Mind Control   Magic   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Horror   Mystery   Paranormal   Cheating   Mother   Daughter   First   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Petting   Lactation   Pregnancy   Slow   Transformation  

Life soon settled into a sleepy, dream-filled routine. Each day was like any other. Everything the inhabitants required was within the four walls of the house, and the melancholy emptiness of the outside world discouraged them from leaving its comfort, except for Dee, who was still in the habit of taking an afternoon walk.

The six of them had settled into a routine. A little time was taken in the mornings to keep the house clean, and to do all of the other tasks associated with maintaining a household. Poe, Mrs Beale and Pamela would take themselves to the front room every morning until lunch time, and always locked the door. When they emerged, Mrs Beale took Dee to her room, Poe took Madeleine, and Pamela took Penn.

This existence could have been stultifyingly boring, but the daily breastfeed did far more than keep hunger at bay. Penn's life was suffused with a sense of mystery, of unreality. Along with the milk came half-remembered dreams, strange personal connections.

Today, Penn was soaking up impressions from Jane, a girl he could not remember while awake, but did dreamily remember as he fed. Penn enjoyed her company. It was almost as if she were in the room with them, almost as if he were in her mind. He soaked up impressions, impressions which had been hidden from those around her. He felt Jane's insecurity, her questioning of new emotions arising within herself, the changes in her maturing body, and her sweet anticipation for her nightly experiments. She appeared to have great personal reserve from the outside, but the Jane underneath was in a constant state of hunger. She was filled with desire for someone special.

Penn wished that he could see her outside this strange dream world, that he could be with her in the flesh, he wished that the hunger she felt was for him.

If the feelings had seemed like echoes, Penn would have been sad for her, but it was as if her spirit were present, her innermost dreams and secrets on her face, readable like an open book. The communication was of utmost eloquence, but she could not speak. He could only read her feelings, and it was as if there was something at the tip of her tongue that she wanted to tell him, as if she were about to speak, but could not. There was comfort, though, in there being no capacity for misunderstanding, or judgement, or competition for attention.

This intimacy with Jane was too delicious to leave by choice. He would usually fall asleep as he fed, with Pamela stroking his hair, and making little cooing sounds, as if he were a baby

Today, the connection was broken when Pamela fell asleep first.

Detaching, Penn lay beside her on the bed. He felt a sense of wonder for everything that his association with five very special women had given him. Penn gazed with love and adoration at Pamela's fine beauty, and stroked her milk-white breast, the nipple still erect, and moist.

Pamela, now only pretending sleep, gently lifted back her robe to reveal what lay beneath. Penn had never seen Pamela naked, and could not resist regarding her in all of her beauty. At first he thought that the light was bad, as his impression was that her tummy and mons were still in shadow, so he quietly shifted from the bed and opened the curtains to let in the grey afternoon light.

As he stared, he still could not see. The strange wall at the rear of the cave came into his mind. Below Pamela's breasts, he could see nothing: no colour, no texture, no impression of anything, just an absence between the folds of her robe.

Penn put his hand on a breast, and gently crept it down, cupping underneath, and then turned his hand to slide it lower.

Pamela smiled as he felt an impression of moisture and warmth. Penn saw nothing unusual, but he soon realised that his hand was no longer visible. Feelings of comfort stole over him from the unseeable hand, as if in anticipation of being stroked, and he let his hand linger, and let it lower. His feelings of curiosity were replaced by desire, and an erection strengthened in him. Penn could not resist wanting more of that lovely feeling, so he gently moved to cover Pamela, so that his chest was against hers. As he moved against her centre, the feeling became intense, and he was past worrying about any sense of embarrassment.

 
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