John could barely see the narrow winding road through the windscreen even with the wipers flicking back and forth at full speed, but he pressed forward regardless, desperately seeking signs of a village or a main road. As the storm raged, the heavy and dense rain made a deafening sound as the drops pummelled against the car's roof. The sky was foreboding, black as coal. The ominous blackness created by the thick, dense trees scared them as the road became even more difficult to navigate; lightning strikes illuminated the dark sky, giving a moment's relief before the gloom returned.

“I told you we should have taken that last turning; now we’re totally lost, and it’s all your fucking fault.” Sue felt panicked as the car continued through the relentless rain.

“You’re not helping,” John snapped angrily, knowing, as always, she was right.

A tremendously loud crack and rumble of thunder exploded around them as a large shadow suddenly appeared in the middle of the road. The sky illuminated again, revealing a fully grown stag staring at the oncoming car. Sue screamed as John veered the vehicle off the road, crashing into a nearby tree, and flinging them forward with force. Shocked but fortunately unscathed by what could have been a more serious incident, the couple sank back in their seats and sighed with relief, feeling lucky to be alive just as flames ignited and flared up, curling from the sides of the mangled car bonnet.

"Are you alright?" Astonished by what had happened, John was concerned for Sue’s condition.

“Er… I think so; my shoulder hurts a bit. What about you?” Sue was still visibly shaken. “What the hell was that thing?”

“It looked like a stag." The fire intensified. "We ought to get out before the car blows." Although it was their only option, John was reluctant to venture out into the storm.

The couple was soaked to the bone in a matter of seconds as massive raindrops gushed down from the heavens; the rain was so intense, it felt like needles on their heads. Sue was frozen as she stood in shock, watching the car as the front end smouldered, the flames beaten into submission by the rain. John hurriedly took their suitcase from the trunk, as the realisation of their predicament suddenly hit Sue, and she burst out in tears. They had no means of transportation and were lost, stuck on a remote track miles from anywhere in the pouring rain.

Their only option was to continue down the narrow lane in the hopes of finding shelter. After wandering hopelessly for several miles, in the distance, a house's faint lights glowed through the grey sheets of rain, like a lighthouse out at sea, a beacon of hope guiding them towards safety. The outline of a large country mansion appeared briefly as another bolt of lightning illuminated the sky.

“Look, over there, let’s hope somebody is at home.” Sue instantly perked up, walking with determination towards the house.

Approaching the house, they noticed its large wooden front door, which wouldn’t look out of place in a castle dungeon, complete with a small peep trap set behind an iron cage and huge cast iron hinges. Something about the door screamed, KEEP OUT. Sensing they would probably not be welcome. Sue reached for John’s hand, needing a level of reassurance, as they glanced at each other, shrugging their shoulders, knowing they were out of options John reached for the iron handle that hung inside the porch; tugging downward, a bell chimed loudly inside the house, clearly audible over the crescendo of rain.

DING! DING! DING! DING!

Wondering who the hell was ringing the bell, Alina glanced up, thinking for a second, her head cocked slightly to one side. Her visitors were scheduled to arrive later that evening, so it was way too early for them to be calling. Frustrated by the intrusion, she took the final swipes of the cutthroat razor across her pubic region, wiping away the residue of the shaving cream, before throwing on her silky robe.

After several minutes, the tiny peephole hatch squeaked open, revealing a woman's face. Her high cheeks and sharp jawline made her appealing in a masculine sense. Like a bouncer to an exclusive club, her piercing green eyes slowly scanned them from head to foot as if assessing their suitability for admission. If John and Sue had known at that moment what the night had in store, they never would have dared to ring the bell.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but we were wondering if we could take shelter from the storm. Our car crashed down the road, and we’re lost. Do you have a phone we could use?” Sue pleaded, pointing in the direction they’d travelled from.

“No phone,” came a blunt response. Alina felt conflicted; if she let the young couple in, it would certainly disrupt her plans for the evening, but she couldn’t just turn the poor souls away in the middle of a storm.

Without a word, the lady immediately closed the peephole. Sue was devastated since she was positive that their request for shelter had been denied. With a surprise clap of thunder that echoed loudly, Sue leaped out of her skin. Suddenly, the sound of the lock's key turning and the hefty bolts moving filled them with hope. As the door slowly opened, the warm amber light seeped into the pitch-blackness.

Sue was certain she heard the angelic sound of a choir singing and slumped her shoulders with pure relief. The elegant elderly lady stood there for a moment She was tall with a slender build. Her bob-style haircut was immaculate. She was wearing a silky gown embroidered with flowers on either side of her small-breasted chest; her slim legs were clad in fishnet stockings; and around her neck was a black velvet choker with a single pearl drop.

"Come, come," neither of them could identify the strong accent in her husky voice.

With a loud thud, the heavy wooden door closed firmly as they entered an impressive hallway complete with a sweeping central staircase, which occupied their attention as the lady slid the bolts tight and turned the oversized iron key in the lock before removing it, securing them inside. Their garments were soaked and stretched as the rainwater gathered on the floor at their feet. The young couple stood shivering, cold, and drenched.

The lady glanced down, seemingly annoyed by the damp pool that collected on the marble floor, then lifted her head back up to face them blankly. John found it hard to read what little there was of her expressions but was strangely consumed and drawn to her powerful gaze.

“Take off clothes,” the lady ordered as she turned and disappeared up the staircase, leaving them dumbfounded.

John shrugged at Sue, unsure of what to say, who mirrored his action with upturned hands. They struggled, helping each other to remove their wet clothing, which fought back with each tug, leaving them breathless and exhausted. Sue was covered in goosebumps in just her bra and white cotton knickers; her nipples were puckered and erect due to the cold wetness of her bra and were clearly visible through the thin material, as was her vagina. Her white cotton panties clung to the contours of her smooth mound, leaving little to the imagination.

John’s boxer shorts clung to their contents, but his manhood was cold and shrivelled and didn’t look as impressive as usual. The lady reappeared at the top of the stairs, clutching several towels; she paused briefly to observe their trembling bodies, waiting for their attention to focus on her before descending the stairs with an effortless sweeping grace.

“Take all clothes off,” she held out two towels, one in each hand, watching with great interest as they peeled off their underwear.

Her aroma was intoxicating, fuelling their senses with a calmness and a desire to please; both Sue and John obeyed without question; besides, it made perfect sense to remove all their damp clothing. John dropped his boxers, and Sue pulled off her pants and unclasped her bra to reveal her full, rounded breasts.

One of the lady’s eyebrows sprang upward; there was a glint of approval in her hazy green eyes and a trace of a mischievous smile on her face as she scanned their naked bodies, studying Sue’s sensuous curves and John’s not-so-impressive penis; the lady had a curiously seductive quality in the way she moved and held her frame. Instinctively, Sue stooped to pick up their wet clothing.

”Leave them, follow me.” Sue attributed her bluntness to the fact that English was not her native language. 

John couldn't help but stare, mesmerised by the movement of her buttocks that wobbled gracefully as she strutted in front of them down the hall, her silky robe exposing the contours of her suspender belt beneath. Sue exhaled deeply in relief as they were led into a spacious lounge, where they immediately locked eyes on the huge fireplace ablaze with dancing flames. Swiftly, they shuffled towards the radiating heat, warming themselves as they gazed into the flames.

Previously, they had been staring at another fire, one that could have easily killed them Sue felt relieved to be alive, dry, and warm. However, by crossing the threshold and entering Alina’s house, they had unwittingly placed themselves in peril, doomed to a night of debauchery like none they had ever witnessed, slaves to Alina and her guests perverted whims.

“How rude of me. Sorry, I am still a little shaken by the accident. I am Sue, and this is my boyfriend, John.” Sue held out her hand politely.

“Alina,” her large hand felt warm and soft as it cupped Sue’s small hand.

“I get a warm drink now,” Alina said, leaving them basking in the heat of the fire.

Their attention shifted from the crackling logs and dancing flames to a closer examination of their surroundings; they both gaped in amazement at the vibrant ancient pornographic Japanese paintings that adorned the walls; somehow they previously went unnoticed. John turned to face Sue, but she was already engrossed by one of the paintings; he carried on studying each of the artworks in turn, admiring their eroticism and titillating scenes.

The room smelt distinctly of Alina; her perfume heightened their senses, making them aware of their nakedness. Oddly, Sue felt aroused to be naked in a stranger's house looking at pornographic art; in any other circumstance, there is no way she would have undressed so openly in front of a stranger. John's cock, warmed, was now back to its usual size, perhaps even a little swollen.

“I feel like we’ve been teleported into some kind of weird B-movie sexploitation film; how surreal is this?” John said, pointing to a statue of a man with a very large phallus.

Alina returned with a tray carrying three cups of tea; she felt mischievous and hoped the smirk on her face would go unnoticed; the natural tea had an aphrodisiac quality. Graciously, she offered the tea, knowing they would soon be playthings for her guests. Eagerly, they accepted the warm tea and immediately took a sip of the moreish brew, alleviating the last signs of their coldness. With the exception of the occasional slurp of the tea, the room became quiet as Sue and Johnt studied the artworks in turn.

Alina sat attentively watching them, waiting for a reaction as she took the tiniest sip of tea. Sue couldn’t peel her eyes away from a painting that depicted a buffed man with octopus tentacles pleasuring a woman. John noticed out of the corner of his eye that Alina's silky robe had slipped to one side of her legs, revealing her stocking top and slender thigh; his cock twitched and lengthened a little. With their vessels emptied, a pleasurable warmth radiated through the core of their bodies. Sue felt compelled to speak to break the uncomfortable silence. 

"Your art collection is…intriguing,” Alina gave a courteous smile.

Sue looked at several other paintings, lingering on one where a woman was being penetrated by two men at the same time, but was drawn back to the man with his octopus arms. As she stared, she began to feel as though she was actually a part of the painting, certain the tentacles were alive as they began to snake over the woman's body. Sue let out a soft moan as her clit throbbed and grew harder than ever before, her cheeks flushed, and her body tingled with excitement as she watched the tentacles sliding in and out of the woman’s every orifice; her pussy and anus were stuffed full as she sucked greedily on another two of his thick tentacles.

Sue’s body began to feel heavy, causing her to fully recline into the embrace of the sumptuous chair. The colours of the artwork became vibrant; she felt hazy as though she was floating out of her own body. Sue inhaled deeply, feasting on Alina's alluring perfume. Sue was lost in a euphoric sex trance, with no awareness of her surroundings other than that of the erotic pleasure of the man-octopus as his tentacles writhed and protruded from the gold frame toward her. Sue parted her legs wide and ground her ass into the chair, gyrating her hips slowly as his tentacles reached out across the room to probe and explore her body.

“What the hell are you doing, Sue? Are you okay?" The potent drug-laced tea had not yet taken its effect on John.

John’s muffled words melted into the crackling of the logs as Sue gave her body willingly to the eight probing tentacles. She felt the salty tip of one force her mouth open and slide deep down her throat; another parted her vagina and drove deep into her womb; a third entered and stretched her arsehole wide, the other tentacles wrapped around her body, as the suckers pulled at her breasts and nipples.

Sue juddered on the chair, her body convulsing from the exquisite pleasure she was receiving. Alina was surprised and aroused by Sue’s hypersexual reaction; she’d never witnessed such a strong reaction to the tea before. Alina’s mind raced with possibilities as she thought through her plans for the young couple and how her guests would take their enjoyment for their young bodies.

Suddenly, John started to feel heavy in his chair, and like Sue, he reclined, stretching his legs wide as he was engulfed by a haze of ecstasy. Another moan emanated from Sue as she writhed in a blissful state in her chair. John’s body was now filled with the same intense arousal; he felt the powerful magic in his loins as his cock started to swell uncontrollably. Within seconds, his fully erect manhood was throbbing on full display, the largest it had ever been. John’s nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath; looking down, he could see his cock strangely resembled that of a stallion, swollen and ready to mate.

John relished in its power as it consumed him completely; his horse cock had taken over control and was now the master of his destiny; he was now a servant to his own phallus. John and Sue were under a powerful spell; its hallucinogenic effects would fuel their sex daydreams for the next hour. Although tempted to take advantage of her guest's state of arousal, she knew she had all evening to indulge and wanted to get back to preparing herself. The small elite circle of nymphomaniacs she handpicked always made her gatherings exceptionally satisfying.

Sensing her absence, John was uncontrollably drawn to the trail of Alina’s perfume that lingered in the room, enticing him to follow; his horse cock twitched violently as if pointing the way towards the staircase. John obeyed his cock and ascended the stairs to a long, poorly lit corridor. The room at the end of the hallway shed a warm light into the darkness. Everything was a blur as he approached the doorway. He imagined Alina bent over on the bed, ready to receive his rampant manhood.

Cautiously, John peered in, and with her back towards him, he eyed her slim body, which was in full view, his nostrils flared as he exhaled fiercely; Alina’s legs extended endlessly, and she looked ravenous in her fishnet stockings. Her small back flowed elegantly into a tight waist and tiny hips, and her buttocks were taut like an athlete's, accentuated by the lacy black suspender belt. His cock throbbed; it was hard and ready for Alina’s pleasure; however, before it could lead forward into her room, a loud roll of thunder followed several flaring bursts of blue light that illuminated the room vividly.

Alina spun around to find John spying on her from the doorway; her green eyes stared right into John's soul as she stalked like a lioness towards him. John was caught like a rabbit in headlights, unable to move from the fear that gripped his body tight and motionless. Terror surged through his veins; he was locked in her stare and knew he was to be violated. Alina’s tall, slender frame was the host of a gargantuan cock that curved out and downward from her smooth pelvis. The thick shaft hung flaccid at least ten inches in length, swinging like a pendulum with each of her steps.

John desperately wanted to turn and run, but his body refused to move, his heart pounded, and his breaths quickened as Alina closed in on his personal space. John was terrified he wasn’t gay or bisexual and had never considered sex with anyone other than a woman, but her huge cock was completely unexpected and strangely fascinating. Alina’s eyes motioned downward before glancing back to lock on John's fearful gaze. Somehow she had full control of his body; John fell to his knees, and tears filled his eyes as Alina’s monstrous cock started to swell in front of his face.

“Suck it, open up.” Alina gripped her thick, heavy shaft and aimed the tip at his lips.

Sue’s body juddered from the intense wave of orgasms that washed over her, one after the other; her pussy was gaping open and pouring with her sweet juice, which streamed down her legs to pool on the wooden floorboards. After its relentless assault, the thick tentacles retreated back into the painting, leaving Sue sated, but her pussy ached, desperate to be filled by something hard and tangible.

Still hazy and weak from her multiple orgasms, she looked around the room to see John and Alina were nowhere in sight; however, a collection of dildos in the corner of the room caught her eye. All shapes and sizes, Sue reached for the one that most resembled John’s cock and instantly pushed it fully inside her pussy as far as it would go. She cried out loudly with the pleasure of being properly penetrated, but it wasn’t enough.

Sue was consumed by cock lust and needed more, much more. Feverishly licking her lips, she reached for the biggest dildo, letting the one inside her slide out and fall to the floor like a discarded birthday present she was unhappy with. Sue had never been a size queen or obsessed over big cocks, but a deep curiosity drew her to its long, thick, lifelike appearance. She doubted that any man could be as big; her pussy was screaming out for it, begging to be stretched to the limit as she returned to the armchair.

Alina’s huge erect cock was leaking precum, which she wiped across John’s mouth, the sweet clear liquid covering his lips so they shimmered as if painted with lip gloss. She then pushed the big purple head forward, forcing his mouth wide open; not only did she smell amazing, but she also tasted delicious. John felt his cock surge with hardness as his mouth filled with the head of Alina’s cock. He looked up into her mesmerising green eyes; they were full of lust as she pushed in further, but John was unable to accommodate any more of her girth or length and gagged, spluttering his saliva.

Alina was smiling as he reached up to cup her heavy, shaven balls. Alina took hold of John's head and guided his open mouth so it ran up and down the length of her twelve-inch shaft; she groaned loudly as John’s mouth pleasured her shaft, his tongue darting across the bulbous head before sliding down to lick and suck on her balls. Sue often sucked John this way, and he knew all too well how good it felt. Alina’s thighs trembled at his expert technique. John’s fear had subsided; he was now sucking cock greedily like a professional, eager for more.

“Ah YES, like that, Aahhh!” Alina’s head fell backwards, enjoying the mild buzz from the tea and the immense pleasure from John’s mouth.

Sue was fully reclined with one leg draped on either side of the armchair; looking down, she could see her large swollen clit throbbing with anticipation as she slid the head of the super large dildo down her torso and across her soft mound until it kissed her clit, sending a ripple of excitement through her whole body. Sue let out a moan as she teased her slit with it, sliding the shaft up and down her soaking labia; she was desperate to be penetrated but wanted to savour the moment and edge until she couldn’t hold out any longer. Her nipples were so stiff they ached; her pussy muscles pulsed, driving her wild; she could feel her core ready to explode as she gripped the shaft firmly with both hands.

She grimaced and winced momentarily in pain as the thickness stretched her opening to its limit. The ridge of its head pressed at her G-spot; the pleasure was so intense she withdrew the dildo quickly for relief, sending a small jet of liquid flying through the air. Quickly she pushed the head back inside; this time there was no pain, only pleasure on a scale she had never experienced before. Sue looked down at her pussy and nearly passed out at the sight of the girthy intruder splitting her open. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she pushed it in deeper, until it was about halfway in; overcome with rapture, she was forced to rapidly withdraw the mighty weapon, sending a bigger gush of liquid into the air. Sue exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Jesus… Aahhhhh, I fucking love it, such a huge cock forcing me open.” Sue sobbed as she shook violently on the chair, engulfed by the most intense orgasm of her life.

John’s expert sucking had brought Alina close to ejaculation; her balls were full of hot sperm as her core tightened; suddenly, she pushed John away, not ready to shoot her cum. She pulled John to his feet; they stood facing each other with their cocks touching. Alina's hands grabbed and squeezed John's buttocks as their hot tongues danced feverishly together, her little tits squished against his chest as they met in a feverish kiss. Her enormous cock throbbed against John's stomach, making him feel more aroused than ever before. John was high on her pheromones.

Alina burst loose like a swimmer out of breath. shoving John to the bed while inhaling deeply to refuel her lungs. Alina dropped her body and straddled his lap until the tip of John’s cock was pressed against her anus. Alina moaned softly as she pressed downward, forcing his cock into her willing ass. John grasped her shaft with both hands and stroked it with vigour as she fucked him; her ass was warm and gripped his shaft tightly as she bounced up and down. John was lost in the moment, desperate to please Alina; he could sense she was close to an orgasm and jerked her magnificent cock even faster until her head fell back and she quivered with delight.

John looked down at her cock just as the first blast of hot semen splattered across his face and chin; several more massive loads covered more of his face and chest. Alina held his head between her hands and licked up the sticky sweet cum. John was unable to hold out and shot his load deep in her ass. They collapsed breathless, cuddling on the bed, gazing into each other's eyes.

“That was amazing, Alina; you are so beautiful,” John whispered dreamily.

Another bolt of lightning illuminated the room; the distance mellowed the thunder. As the storm subsided and the rain stopped, John felt secure and satisfied in Alina's arms. Using her fingertips, Alina explored the shape of John's shaft, which remained rigid after its violent discharge. His uncut cock filled her ass comfortably and was a decent size, so Alina liked it. John paused to examine the paintings on her bedroom wall, which depicted transsexuals performing a variety of sexual acts. They were cartoonish yet pseudo-realistic.

Alina was shocked to discover she had lost nearly two hours with John when she looked at the clock. She wasn't ready for her visitors, who would be arriving shortly, and she still had to worry about John and Sue. She considered her choices now that the storm was over—should she throw them out while she still had the chance? The closest town was over ten miles away, but then Sue had displayed amazing hypersexual tendencies, and Alina was eager to fuck her; she also knew her guests would be happy to have a new plaything. She concluded the best course of action would be to top them up with another cup of her natural tea and see where the night would lead.

“Come, I make more tea,” Alina said, taking John by the hand and leading him into the bathroom so they could freshen up.

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