Don’t Feed The OH MY GOD!!

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Naughty Nights and Kinky Tales Story #8

A spooky story of Bree by KatieD

Uhh…hi…so…I haven’t had as many exciting adventures as all of you, but I had something really scary happen to me at the Devil’s Due.

I know, Millie, scary things happen there every day.  But you all have heard Bruce say, ‘don’t feed the thing under the sink’…well, I know what happens when you do feed it.  

Because I fed it.

Yeah, I see your skeptical looks.  Let me explain.

It was a Tuesday, so I knew Chuck would be waiting for me on my dinner break.  Fortunately it was only Tied up Tuesday, not Naked Thursday, or I might not be standing here right now.

Huh?  Ok, I see I have more things to explain.

See, on Tuesdays my friend Chuck the Goblin visits me at the DD on my dinner break and we roleplay that he’s trying to kidnap me and he ties me up in the storage room.

What?  So many questions!  Ok, let me explain that, then, too.

Yes, I am friends with a goblin.  Yes his name is Chuck.  Yes I let him tie me up.  Don’t look at me like that, we’re all telling crazy stories, right?

Yes, Aya, that was Chuck I was skinny-dipping with at the resort yesterday.  Look, can I tell my story please?

Naked Thursday?  Well, it’s just like Tied up Tuesday, except I’m naked.  

Yes, Prim, naked with a goblin.  Yes, Tia, voluntarily.  Please let me tell my story!

So it was Tuesday, and I headed back to the storeroom on my break.  When I got there I saw a blindfold and a note that said ‘put thiz on.’  I slipped it on over my eyes and waited patiently for Chuck to come and grab me.  It was kind of exciting to stand there blindfolded, not knowing when or how he might grab me, or what he planned to do.    

Then hands snatched at my waist and spun me to the side, pushing me up against the wall.  It was so sudden and rough that I gasped out loud.  And I felt such a thrill!  Then he pulled my wrists behind my back roughly and began to bind them with rough rope.

It felt a little odd, Chuck usually used a soft rope and placed the coils very carefully.  This time the wraps around my wrists felt sloppy, and so did the lengths wrapped around my breasts and pinning my arms to my sides.  It must be part of his roleplay to be rougher with me, and it was kind of arousing.  “Mmmm, Chuck, you’re being so bad,” I cooed at him.

But then he started pushing me toward the storeroom door, and then made the turn toward the back door.  Something was wrong.  Chuck never took me outside before, and he knew I only had so much time for my break.  

I used my shoulder to nudge my blindfold upward.  Something was definitely wrong.

It wasn’t Chuck.

“Wait, who are you?”  I cried out. “Where are you taking me?”

“I’m Norman,” he replied.  “I’m Chuck’s cousin.  He’s allays braggin’ ‘bout having a humie girl t’ play wit’.  I sez, ‘I want one too.’  Then I figgered, I jus’ take his humie.”

“I don’t think so,” I told him.  I had been furiously tugging at my wrist ropes and almost had them loose.  “If you leave now, I won’t tell Chuck about this.”

“Chuck ain’t never gonna know.”  He tried tugging me toward the door again. 

“No!” I said, and kicked him as hard as I could.  Then I turned and ran toward the kitchen, pulling my hands out of the ropes.

Gosh, Evie, if you would help me practice rope escapes, that would be awesome!  Thank you!

So anyway, Norman was quick, and soon he had me cornered in the kitchen between the sink and the cooler.  He approached me slowly, with a menacing grin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move under the sink.  All Bruce’s warnings were screaming in my head…but I was sure he’d agree this was an emergency.

I grabbed some half-eaten food from a plate by the sink, and threw it toward Norman.  He ducked and laughed at me.  Silly goblin, he thought I was throwing it at him.

The food never hit the floor.  This blob shape reached out and caught it, and then the food was simply absorbed into the blob.  

Norman was so busy monologuing about all the things he was going to do to me, he didn’t see the blob pulsing and growing behind him.  In a moment, it was as tall as him, and directly behind him.  And then it just…absorbed him. 

I was horrified to see Norman just disappear.  I felt guilty, and I felt grateful.  And then I realized being grateful didn’t make sense.  The blob was still pulsing.  And growing.  And I was still cornered.

I jumped to one side and squeezed as close to the stoves as I could, trying to edge past the blob.  It pulsed and moved to follow me.  I was just about beyond it when I felt it tugging at my skirt.  I looked down, and saw my skirt beginning to dissolve into the blob’s gross surface.  

Yes, Elspeth, that’s why I said it was lucky it wasn’t Naked Thursday!

While continuing to pull away, I undid the clasp of my skirt and let the blob have it.  I was free!  I dashed out of the kitchen into the outer room of the DD.  I heard the room go silent.  I looked about, and every eye in the place was looking at me.  It took me a moment to realize why.

I was standing there in my heels and panties…whatever was left of my skirt was back in the kitchen.  My peasant blouse was pulled down over both shoulders, and one breast was exposed.  And of course, I still had several wraps of rope hanging from my chest and arms.

“Bree,” Bruce said, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger.  “Do I really even want to know?”

“Uhh…no, sir?”

“Unless this is some scheme to get more tips…which, I gotta admit, would work brilliantly…your break is over.  Get some clothes on.”

“Yes, sir.”

I rushed to the back, pulling the ropes from my arms and pulling up my blouse.  I grabbed my spare skirt from the closet and hurriedly wrapped it around my waist.

Laressa–thank you!  I would love to try on some of your new line of skirts!

“Hey, Red,” I heard a whisper.  I turned to see Chuck peeking around the corner.  “Wut’s up?”

“Oh, Chuck!  I’m so sorry.  I…can’t play today.  Can I make it up to you?  What if tomorrow we have Wide Belt Wednesday?”

Chuck pretended to look annoyed.  Then he pretended to be considering my offer.  But I could tell from the gleam in his eye he was already imagining Wide Belt Wednesday.  

“Tell you what, Chuck.  I’ll make it Naked Wide Belt Wednesday.”

“Deal, Red.  Jus’ member, you owe me fer standin’ me up.  I ain’t gonna go easy on ya.”

“Deal, Chuck.”  I had turned to go, but then I stopped.  “Say, Chuck, do you have a cousin?”

“Yeah.  Norman.  He’s a tool.  Hate him.  Not care never see ‘em again.  Why?”

“Oh nothing.  Just curious.  See you tomorrow.”

“Sees ya, Red.”

While I straightened my skirt and tried to tame my wild hair, a bellowing voice came from the bar:  “Bree!  Get out here!  Your blonde friend is tipsy again.  And that red-haired gnome is hopping around on the tables again!”

“Coming, sir!”

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