The Brides of Tsath (3 of 3)

The Brides of Tsath

Part 3

11. Evernote Account of Todd

Private Note

November 8, 2015

The girl I just raped and I walked side-by-side.

A fog had settled in by the time Dana and I left the hotel. It was so thick, like walking in rain clouds. The screening mist reminded me of how everything looked when Dana had pulled a nylon mask on me: softer, a little indistinct, dreamlike.

“What just happened…it doesn’t feel real,” Dana said.

“Nothing feels real right now,” I said. Enclosed by pale walls of fog, it felt like we were in our own little world.

“It’s so fucked up. I can still feel your cum dripping out of me.”

“Jesus,” I muttered, my cock instantly straining against the still-wet hose I had on under my clothes. The way my nylons felt against me, encasing me, it made me feel secure. Practically held by a loved one. We’d stripped off our masks, of course. Had to look somewhat normal, even if it felt like anyone who looked at us would be able to tell exactly what we just did.

“It turns you on? Knowing I’m wearing hose beneath my jeans? Me talking about your cum dripping into them?”

“God, yes.” I’d ruined the hose she’d originally been wearing, tearing through her crotch when I raped her. So she’d taken the pair I’d later worn as a mask, and changed into them.

“My cum-filled pussy is being caressed right now by the nylons that were just encasing your face,” Dana droned, twisting her nipple through her shirt.

“We’re so fucked up.”

“We are. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. After you raped me, it was like I was hypnotized. I needed to be encased. Needed to suck you off. It felt…it felt religious. Like I was giving you thanks for raping me.”

I looked around making sure the fog was still impenetrable, then started rubbing my cock through my pants. “I was in a similar trance when I fucked you. Something’s gotten into both of us. Something very wrong.” I told Dana about the redhead sucking me off at her apartment, what she had said after I’d jizzed on her face. That I’d been marked. “You’re marked now too,” I concluded.

“But it comes and goes, right? I mean, we’re still us. I feel horny still, but it’s not that entranced feeling anymore. Maybe it’s just one of those things, like when you’re feeling really horny, you know? You just have to indulge it and get it out of your system, and then everything is okay.”

“I want to believe that,” I said. “But I’ve been fapping myself in the hose the redhead gave me pretty much every chance I get. Only it’s not getting out of my system. It’s only getting stronger. I’m sleeping more and more as if my body is saving its strength for something.”

“For what?”

“I don’t know, but whatever we’ve been ‘marked’ for can’t be good.”

“I don’t want my mom to know what we did, but if it’s this bad…should we tell our parents?”

I was sure telling my alpha male, ex-military father that the artistic son he was never overly impressed with had become a pantyhose-wearing rapist would not go over well. No, I’d die before Dad knew the truth of what I was now. “Look, it sounded like they were close to finding Gina and David. We’ll be out of here tomorrow, and once we’re back in our usual routine, all of this will fade.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I have to.”

“Do you…want it to fade?” she asked, taking my hand.

It was wrong for a man to wear nylons. Just like the perversion I felt growing in me was wrong, just like what I’d done to Dana was wrong.

Yet here I was, holding hands with this sweet, beautiful woman. So much more than anything I’d ever had before. If this was the reward for wrongness, then should I keep doing it? With gifts like Dana, shouldn’t I thank wrongness? Worship it?

“Not if it would cost me you,” I finally answered.

We held each other for a while after that, just us in the fog. Such a nice, pure moment. Then I could feel my dick growing hot and hard. She must have felt the same thing, because she started to grind her crotch against my upper thigh.

“Come on,” she whispered. “I feel like I really need to be covered. Head-to-toe. I know you need that too.”

I nodded as Dana led me to the mom-and-pop pharmacy she’d bought hose at earlier in the afternoon.

I still had enough self-control to hang back from her while she went into the hosiery section, filled a basket with packages of nylons. Had to look normal for the girl working checkout. Why yes, my female friend here is just buying out your stock of pantyhose that would fit me, but I’m only here for a pack of gum and a newspaper. Honest.

The clerk—“Nicole” according to her name tag—was 18 or 19, tall and trim in a way that made her somewhat gangly. But her tits were enormous relative to her slim frame. It was hard not to stare at her chest as she began scanning the the dozen or so packages Dana had picked out.

“Hey, weren’t you in here earlier buying pantyhose?” Nicole asked.

“Oh, yeah, I was,” Dana said awkwardly, as if she’d forgotten her earlier visit until the clerk reminded her. “I do YouTube reviews of makeup and women’s clothes, so thought I’d do a review of these too.” That didn’t do much to explain why she’d returned, and bought enough more that they filled two plastic bags.

“That’s cool. Size Q might be a bit big for you. They’d probably fit your friend here, though,” Nicole said, smiling at me.

Both Dana and I stared at the girl, our jaws dropped. “What did you say?” I asked, trying to sound outraged, but mostly sounding guilty.

“It’s okay,” Nicole said. “We get a lot of that around here. Men wearing them, I mean. Why do you think our hosiery aisle has so much selection?”

“We’re, I mean, he’s not wearing anything like that,” Dana managed.

“Oh, come on.” Nicole pulled down the waist of her black pants enough to reveal what she had on underneath. The area immediately below her midriff was encased in shiny, seamless nylon, the caramel color the exact same shade as Maria the hotel receptionist had worn.

“You know what’s happening to us?” I blurted out.

Nicole’s smile. “Oh yes. It happened to me, too. It happened to all of us, in fact.”

I grabbed her wrist from across the checkout counter. “Then tell us!”

“Make me.”

I turned to Dana. Our eyes met, and something passed through us. Something like what had gripped me when I’d raped her. An uncontrollable need we both shared.

Dana went to the front door, locked it, and flipped over the closed sign.

“What are you doing?” Nicole asked so innocently my dick grew even harder.

My voice sounded like someone else was speaking through me. “If you know what’s happening to us, then you know what we’re about to do.”

I’m thin with a runner’s build, but Nicole was even thinner. I reached across the checkout with both arms, pulled her over it.

Dana clicked off the store’s lights and followed us as I dragged Nicole by her shirt down the hosiery aisle, out of sight from the front door. I sounded like I was possessed. “You’re going to be the second woman I rape today.”

“No!” Nicole said, surprisingly softly for what I was about to do to her.

I’d masturbated and fucked so many times the past two days my cock should have been hamburger meat. Instead, there was no rawness, only an ever-growing need and pleasure as my body was adapting to this kind of constant use. I undid the front of my jeans, my dick straining against my hose.

Dana peeled down her jeans, revealing her nylons underneath. She grabbed a pair from the shelf, pulled them over her face as mask, then did the same for me as I pinned to Nicole to the hard, tile floor. “Fucking do it, Todd—I want to see her raped just like I was!”

I stripped off Nicole’s work pants, revealing the dark, seamless nylons she wore underneath. Same color as the hotel receptionist Maria’s.

I touched the material, and was immediately struck by how warm and smooth they were. Almost oily to the touch. By comparison, the nylons covering my own cock may as well have been sandpaper.

If you look closely at any pair of pantyhose, you see the nylon thread criss-crossing back-and-forth. Hers were so fine, it was more like they were a single film enveloping her rather than anything made with thread.

The feeling of her hose only distracted from Nicole’s lean body for a moment. Her pussy was completely bare—smoothest I’d ever seen outside of porn. Not shaved like Dana’s, but so glass-smooth it looked like a it was incapable off growing hair. I pawed at the material, trying to get a purchase so that I could rip through and force myself into her pussy.

Before I could, though, a man’s voice called, “What the hell?”

Dana and I looked up, and from the back storage room, a man emerged. He was in his 40’s, but in good shape with a full head of dark hair. He was rail-lean too, and I knew before she even called to him that this was the clerk’s father.

The sight of him shocked Dana and I into something closer to our old selves. We stopped, but there was no denying what we’d been about to do.

“They were about to rape me, Daddy!”

“Were they?” Nicole’s father said. Then Dana and I watched in shock as he pulled a cheap pair of black nylons from his pocket, and pulled them over his face.

He undid his pants. From his unzipped fly, the biggest dick I’d ever seen emerged. It was encased in the same seamless, caramel-colored hose as his daughter’s legs, and those of the hotel receptionist. It extended out of his pants like the arm of a crane, the nylon stretching to cover it. “How incredibly exciting. But I don’t think they’re quite ready for that yet.”

I was so stunned that I released my grip on Nicole, and on her hands and knees she crawled to her father. I knew what she was about to do. I think Dana did too as she knelt beside me on the tile. We stared as the daughter extended her tongue, and licked her father’s massive cock through his hose.

The father smiled at her, running his hands through her long brown hair. Then to us he said, “Watch. Watch as we offer our family prayer…”

And we did. As when I’d raped Dana, as when she’d sucked me off, something gripped us. I wanted nothing more than to watch a daughter blow her father through his hose. It was the most correct thing in the world in that moment, the most necessary and beautiful of acts. A form of worship.

Dana and I joined in that worship. I started masturbating once more, as did Dana, an audience to their incest.

Nicole worked her father’s shaft, deep throating him despite his size. She must have had a lot of practice in this form of prayer.

“Isn’t it beautiful, seeing a family pray together?” the father asked.

Dana and I answered in unison. “So beautiful.”

“Our God wants us to be happy. Don’t you two want to be happy like this?”

I fisted my cock through my nylons, Dana rubbed her pussy through hers. “Yes,” we both responded.

“Part of happiness is making one’s family feel good. One’s parents.”

It was so sick what happened next. Dana closed her eyes as if imagining the scene. “Mommy,” I heard her whisper.

Then I closed mine, and a vision of my father, darkly encased from head-to-toe in nylon, played out before my mind’s eye. “Daddy,” I heard myself say.

“What’s right—imagine worshipping with your parents. It feels so good to worship a God that loves you, who rewards his acolytes with so much pleasure. The Seen And The Hidden.”

“The Seen And The Hidden,” Dana and I droned.

“Now while imagining your parents nice and covered, complete the prayer even as I complete mine with my daughter. Pray hard, and it will be answered. Pray by cumming in your hose.”

It was so sick, imagining my father and I holding each other while wearing nothing but pantyhose. But it was making me so hard, breaking so many taboos, and knowing that breaking them was right and good and was what God wanted.

Cum began to spill from me. Even though I’d been cumming so much recently, my jizz was still thick and creamy. My hose held it back for a couple seconds before it seeped through onto my hand, then dripping on the pharmacy’s floor. The whiteness of my cum such a sharp contrast to the black hose I wore. “Yesssss,” I groaned.

Dana was cumming too, her body shaking. “Mommy, oh fuck, Mommy,” she moaned.

I watched as Nicole’s father threw his head back and began to cum into his daughter’s waiting mouth. “Swallow my cum, sweetheart,” he said. “Swallow it like a good daughter should.”

Nicole obeyed as best she could, her nipples huge beneath her shirt. But her father’s huge, nylon-encased dick was spewing too much seed for her, and it began to pour from her mouth.

Only his cum wasn’t white.

No, it was a color like caramel or dark honey. The same color as their hose.

As it dripped from her mouth, it coated her lips and chin. The entire bottom half of her face looked as encased in nylon as her legs.

She didn’t wipe it off, but turned to us and smiled.

There was something so disturbing about seeing that dark, gold cum. It wasn’t natural. Wasn’t human.

It struck both Dana and I like a thunderbolt, shook us out of whatever perverted trance we’d once again fallen into. We got off our knees and ran for the front of the store, Dana barely remembering to grab her jeans, and actually leaving her boots behind.

Nicole’s father called as we raced towards the checkout counter. “Now, don’t forget to take your purchases!”

And the most insane thing is we obeyed, each of grabbing one of the plastic bags full of pantyhose packages as we bolted by. We rushed out of the pharmacy in the fog stupidly carrying those bags the way people running from the scene of a terrorist attack clutch to there purses and briefcases.

We paused long enough only for Dana to pull on her jeans. “What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know,” I said, looking back the way we came, half expecting Nicole and her father to chase us.

“This can’t be real. This has to be some kind of dream. His cum…that wasn’t human.”

I noticed the white glaze of my cum still covering my hand, and wiped it off in the square’s dew-covered grass. “This is real. It doesn’t feel it, but it is.”

“If it’s real, then we’re so fucked up,” Dana said as we started jogging back to the hotel fast as Dana’s shoeless feet would allow. “Jesus Christ, it wasn’t just that I wanted to see you rape the checkout girl. I’ve never had a sexual thought about girls in my life, but all of sudden I wanted a piece of raping her. And watching her pleasure her father? It…it made me want to do perverted things with my family too. Thank God we snapped out of it.”

“Whatever is going on, the townspeople are a part of it. We need to get our parents, and get the fuck out of here.”

“What if that’s not enough?” Dana asked as approached the hotel. “I mean, to get it out of us?”

“It will be,” I lied. “We’ll be fine once we’re away from this place.”

“But what about Gina and David? They’re still here probably.”

“We can’t help them.”

“We can’t just leave them here.”

We were in front of the hotel now. Rightly or wrongly, it felt safe enough to stop there. I held her by the shoulders, looked her in the eye. “They’re part of it. I saw pictures of them in pantyhose.”

“Where?”

Her eyes widened as quickly told her about the photos of David and Gina I’d seen in the red head’s Penn State apartment. “Looking back, the clues seem so planned. Their disappearance—maybe it was just to lead us here. Maybe they were just bait.”

“Oh my god, Todd.” She wrapped her arms around me.

I held her. I wanted to protect her. I didn’t want her to be more scared than she already was, but a terrifying realization came to me. I couldn’t hold it in. “I…I don’t think Gina and David are victims here. Those pictures of them in their hose, all the little clues that brought us here. I think they were in on it.”

Dana was crying now. I kept scanning the fog, fearing what might come out of it.

“It’s going to be okay,” I said. “We get our parents, and we run. Right now.”

“How do we convince them? They’ll ask us why we’re so anxious to get out of town,” Dana sobbed.

I took a deep breath. “We tell them the truth. All of it. Not just what we saw, but what happened to us. What we did.”

The sun was starting to go down. Around us, the gray fog was darkening to a deep blue. “They’ll never look at us the same.”

“There’s no other way to convince them.”

“Okay.” Dana stood on her toes to give me the tenderest of kisses. I tried not to look at her hose-encased feet, the runs in them surprisingly alluring. She pulled out her cell phone to call her mother, then blinked at the screen. “I don’t have any signal.”

I pulled out my iPhone. “Oh hell—me neither.”

Dana was shaking. “What do we do?”

I led her by the hand to the parking lot behind the hotel. In the mist, Dad’s big Chevy SUV stood out like a boulder in the otherwise empty lot. “Thank god—they’re back. You go to your room, get your mom. I’ll get my father. Don’t even bother packing.”

Such a simple plan, told with such confidence.

So foolishly human…

12. Notes of Roger

Handwritten

November 8, 2015

All my life, making notes. Numbered. Orderly.
Where is that order now? There is none, after what happened. What I did.
Cannot be real. This cannot be real. I would’t do something like that.
Need to apply order to what happened—what’s happening.
Deborah and I split up. She was going to take the library to look for her son; I went to the church on the town square.
Stained glass windows featuring Jesus, the Apostles and St. Paul. Bright reds and red and blues in harsh contrast to church’s streaked, stone walls.
Lock on big wooden door was old. Would have been easy to pick.
Surprised to find it unlocked. Per hours on sign outside, the church should have been closed.
Hairs on neck standing on end. Knew I should listen. From Bogota to St. Petersburg to Kabul, that creeping dread never wrong.
But had to find Gina. My daughter. I’m expendable. She isn’t.
Went into church. Lights off, only real illumination coming through stained glass windows. Colored light combines on floor into a caramel or dark gold. Reminds me of hotel clerk’s legs.
In dim light, see that church interior has been desecrated.
Artwork over the altar done like medieval icons, but not of Jesus or any saint. “Art” of some great, dark mass at center. No real shape. Worshipers surround it, male and female. They are nude, their legs all spread.
Curving lines of differing colors extend from dark shape. Lead to the pussies of the female worshippers, the asses of the male ones. So sick.
Other icons lining the church: female worshippers, bodies colored like dark honey—presumably pantyhose—from just above breasts down. Male worshippers’ bodies covered/colored same way from chest down.
In some artwork, though, worshippers covered from head-to-toe in dark honey color, encased like in photos I saw of Gina in her Penn State apartment. No flesh showing whatever. Only tell sex by shape of body. Males represented with comically huge penises, females with enormous breasts.
Where you’d expect cross to be, instead letters skillfully carved into altar lengthwise:

T

S

A

T

H
Seen word—name—before on websites, “Crimson Eye of Tsath”, etc. A god. Only seeing it lengthwise do I remember sign at Gina’s apartment over bed. Each first letter had been capitalized. Had not thought anything of it at time.
Heart beats fast at revelation: The Seen And The Hidden.
Mind swimming, I don’t notice footsteps behind me until practically on top of me. Spin around to see male, early-20’s, slim build, wearing something like altar boy outfit. He asks me what am I doing here.
Don’t even pretend not to be what I am, just punch him in face. Blood from his lip, surprised that didn’t knock him down. Ask him where Gina is.
He smiles at me. He FUCKING SMILES AT ME and says not to worry, she’ll be at mass tonight. Perhaps I’d like to wait for her?
Yeah, and perhaps you’ll be dead by then, freak. I hit him again. He STILL does not go down. He pushes back and I am slammed into a wall.
Agony in my upper back. How can this stick-figure Millennial be so strong and fast?
He’s on me before I can recover. He grabs by belt buckle, starts yanking open my pants, fly rips open. “I’d love to see Gina’s daddy’s tool. I’m sure she would too,” freak says.
Blind with rage, put all my weight behind my elbow and drive it into the side of his skull.
I’ve killed men with that move. It’s barely enough to knock the altar boy down.
I pounce as he hits the ground. Crashing onto his back, I grab his throat from behind.
My shouts echo in the desecrated cathedral. WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?
We struggle. His altar boy gown is hiking up as we do. I see his legs—of course he’s in pantyhose. Seamless, they still glisten even in the dim light.
It’s like riding a tiger as I try to choke him out from behind. His altar boy gown is up over his waist now. The hose are seamless over his ass. My dick is falling out of my yanked open fly, but I can’t worry about that now, am barely holding on this even though I’ve got him in a headlock.
The tip of my dick rubs against his hose. The material is so smooth, smoother than anything I’ve ever felt before, it makes my dick instantly erect.
And my opponent responds. His struggle slackens. “Oh yes,” he whispers.
I start to rub myself against him, against his nylons. Perfect smoothness, like a woman. I can’t believe what I’m doing—masturbating myself on him. I let the headlock slacken as I hump him.
We moved like that for a while, my precum smearing against the liquid feel of the nylons covering him.
“Doesn’t it feel good, rubbing against it?” he asked. It felt like I was in a trance as I admitted it did. “Imagine how good it would feel for that great big dick of yours to be covered in it, just like I am.”
Shameful, but in that moment, I wanted nothing more.
Close to cumming, closed my eyes. Vision of wife, once more nude, once more washed in divine light, once more telling me to stop, for God’s sake, stop.
Couldn’t. Was too close. Needed to cum so bad.
“The Seen And The Hidden,” he says as a chant, clearly getting off on it. Suddenly, I realize that I’m saying it too.
I cum. Cock erupts. Ropes of white jizz shoot over his pantyhose-covered ass.
In my mind, poor Elisa is washed away. Dark, encased bodies replace her, men and women both, groping each other, fucking. Above them—us because I am one of them—a dark shape watches, pleased.
When the cum finally stops shooting from me, he turns to look back at me, smirking. Says, “Did you like that? I had hoped you’d enter me.” Whatever sickness had gripped me, I snapped out of it then.
I punched him in the back of the head, shame propelling my fist even faster than rage had earlier. Took three hammering blows, but he was finally unconscious.
Getting up off him, getting my clothes in order, trying to look normal. Even though I just came, I’m still erect.
Don’t know what I should do. Plan had been to look in church files for info on Gina. Looking at image over altar, the dark mass surrounded by his encased worshippers. It has no visible eyes, but hairs on my neck up again, like I am being watch. Had to be trick of the waning light because it seemed to move.
Rushed from church like a kid running from haunted house amusement ride. Dense fog had rolled in. Grateful. No one could see me in my shame.
Walked around the town in fog, literal and figurative. At some point, Deborah drove up.
She hadn’t been wearing hose earlier. In SUV, saw her feet now in nylons—different color and shine than altar boy and hotel clerk, but still knew immediately something had happened to her too.
Kissed her. She’s beautiful, had thought as much since first met her. So turned on, seeing her in her hose. After the church, needed to be with a woman.
Didn’t even make it to one of our hotels rooms, just ducked into the Collant’s ballroom.
She gave me hose to put on. It felt so good, the tightness. Pulled pairs over our faces too as a mask, being covered feeling so right. I tried not to think of the icons of worshippers I saw at the church.
Didn’t realize until they were over my dick that they were her son’s—saw his cum stains on them. Hated myself, but it made me so excited.
Something was terribly wrong, we both knew it, but we were in the grip of something, had to get it out of our systems.
Pulled down her hose, and started fucking her on a table.
Her pussy feels so good, but the things she was saying…
She says she is a bad person—I don’t tell her that she’s not the only bad person here, that like her my spouse was a good person that kept my worst instincts under control. Me too. Before I met Elisa, I was regularly sent to kill people.
All the targets were bad, or so their dossiers said.
What the Agency didn’t know was that when I was sent to take care of a drug kingpin or Russian oil baron, I’d help myself to their wives or girlfriend afterwards too, rape the cherry on top to the murder I’d just committed.
Deborah admits she fucked her brother, admits how turned on the thought of family made her, and for a second my crimes seem to pale in comparison.
Yet it makes me hot, thinking about family.
Imagining that it was Gina, my own fucking daughter, I was having sex with, all covered in nylon. Kept talking while we fucked, Deborah and I eventually moaning like deranged perverts about having sex with our own children—opposite sex, same sex, didn’t matter. I wanted that so fucking bad, to see my children’s bodies nice and covered in nylon, just like their father’s, and for us to pleasure each other forever.
Did not feel real as I came inside her pussy while talking about fucking Gina and Todd, fucking my own children, talking about Deborah fucking her daughter and son. After the church, could not believe how much cum I still had in me, felt like even more than before.
Afterwards, breathing hard, trying to collect ourselves, only to realize we were not alone. Hotel clerk had been watching entire time, rubbering herself through her sheer, seamless pantyhose.
I loved seeing those sheen hose on the clerk, the girl’s smooth pussy reminding me of the altar boy I’d masturbated on.
Deborah and I dressed quickly, stumbled back towards our rooms. This was all wrong, there was something strange and terrible going on in this town. We have to find Dana and Todd and get out of here.
Deborah agreed, we tried to call them but our phones had no service.
I told her to go back to her room and grab her things, and that I’d do the same. We’d drive around looking for them and then get the hell out of Freerbury.
Yet here I am in my hotel room, an hour later, masturbating in my hose. Deborah hasn’t come by. Have feeling she is doing the same thing.
My dick keeps getting so hard, my mind filled with thoughts of Gina and Todd, the three of us being intimate together while covered.
So sick. I am so fucking sick.
Getting dark, the fog turning from a light gray to a dark blue. How many times have I cum in these hose, already stained by Deborah’s son’s seed? Writing all this wit my right hand, jerking myself off with my left.
But my cock doesn’t get raw, doesn’t become flaccid, every cum shot thicker than the last.
I’m going to stop after this next time. I am. This will be the last time I jerkoff, and then I’m going to get dressed and find Deborah, and then we’ll find Todd and Dana and leave this place, and I’ll forget everything that ever happened here, forget the sick things I thought about here and—Oh my god, my son just walked in on me—

13. Dana’s DropBox

MP4 files

Saved to folder “DO NOT PUBLISH”

November 8, 2015

[Video begins with tight shot of Deborah’s tear-streaked face. She is looking up into the camera. Dana’s voice is heard from off-screen.]

“Tell the camera, Mom.”

“Oh god, please don’t, Dana.”

“Tell us, Mom. Fucking say what I just found you doing.”

“You…you walked in on me…pleasuring myself.”

“That right. I walked in on my own mother masturbating herself like she was a teenage guy to broadband porn.”

“Oh god, Dana, I’m sorry. Please let me get dressed.”

“Dressed? Why mother, you already are dressed.” [The camera zooms out from Deborah’s face. We see she is sitting on the hotel bed Dana had been raped on hours earlier. Deborah is wearing a blouse, but her jeans are on the floor. The only thing on her lower body is black nylons. They are sheer-to-waist. She wears no panties underneath. The wetness soaking through her hose is obvious in HD, as is the slickness on Deborah’s fingers.]

“Dana, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. Something is wrong with me. With Roger, too. I think something’s happened to you, too. You’re not acting like yourself, either.”

“Oh, Mom, you have absolutely no idea.” [Dana’s laugh is low.] “But let’s talk more about this idea of being dressed. Because you managed to take one thing off when I came in. Just ripped it right off. Tell the camera what it was.”

“No.”

[Dana grabs her mother by the chin.] “Yes, Mom. Tell the camera what you took off when I walked in.”

“Oh god. A mask, okay? I was wearing a pair of nylons over my face as a mask.”

“Why did you take it off?”

“Because I was ashamed.”

[Dana removes her hand from her mother’s chin, but Deborah remains chastened.] “Why ashamed, Mom?”

“Because…because it gives me pleasure.”

“Tell us more, Mom.”

[She is still in tears, but a look of serenity begins to wash over Deborah’s face as she speaks.] “Because it feels good to be covered. It feels right. The tightness around my legs and face…it’s like a lover caressing every square inch of the skin.”

“Keep going. I know there’s more.”

“I like looking through it. I like how the world looks through the hose. I can still see everything, but there’s a slight blur or softness to it, like I’m in a dream.”

“Is that all?”

“No. I like seeing myself in it. My legs, but especially my face. You can see all of my features, but they’re different, some slightly hidden, others seen and amplified. Looking in the mirror in my mask…it was like seeing the real me for the first time.”

[Dana is heard sighing. Her hand comes into view, offering her mother a pair of dark nylons.] “That’s very good, Mom. Thank you for being so honest with us.” [One of Dana’s petite feet comes into view as she places it near her mother’s crotch. Dana’s foot is nylon-covered, albeit there are runs in it.] “You know, your little girl is wearing pantyhose.”

[Deborah gasps, noticing what Dana is wearing under her jeans for the first time. She touches her daughter’s encased foot.] “Oh god. Something did happen to you, didn’t it? Like it happened to me?”

“Like mother, like daughter.” [Dana places the camera on the nightstand. The women are viewable on the bed. Their reflections can also be seen in the dresser mirror behind them. On the dresser itself, a plastic bag from the local pharmacy can be seen. Dana is seen stripping off her jeans.] “See, Mom? We’re even wearing the same color. Neither of us wearing any panties under our hose, either. So slutty.”

“No, this is wrong. This is disgusting, my daughter undressing in front of me.”

“Yet you keep looking. You can’t take your eyes off your little girl’s pussy, can you? It’s got you hypnotized.”

“No.”

“Shut up, Mom, and keep looking at my pussy. That’s right. Now, tell me what were you thinking about when you masturbating?”

“Please don’t make me say it.”

[Dana grabs her mother’s hair.] “Tell me.”

[Deborah groans in pleasure as she makes her confession, even as tears continue running down her face.] “Fucking others in their hose.”

“Who, Mom?”

“It’s so wrong, I know it’s so wrong—family.”

“Oh fuck.” [Dana’s hand begin’s massaging her slit.] “Who in your family, Mom?”

“Your brother.”

[Through her nylons, Dana presses a finger inside herself as her mother continues to watch.] “Keep going, like I know you want to.”

“He is in his hose, covered head-to-toe, just like me. He is pushing through my nylons with his cock. Right into my pussy. Not tearing through the hose, literally fucking me through his nylons and mine. I love how he kisses me, driving his tongue against ours masks and he cums.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s so sick. I can’t believe my sick mommy wants to fuck her son.” [Dana goes to the dresser, opens one of the hosiery packages. Returning to her mother, she hands Deborah a dark pair of nylons.] “Here. Why don’t you pull a stocking back over your face? I think it’ll make you feel better. Wipe all those tears away.”

[Deborah looks at the nylons in her daughter’s hand with both temptation and resistance, the way a recovering alcoholic might regard a glass of wine.] “Please, no.”

“I said fucking wearing it, Mom.”

“No! This is too much! It’s too wrong, Dana!” [Deborah grabs her daughter by the wrists before she can pull the mask over her mother’s head. The women struggle, Dana toppling onto her mother. The stockings Dana was trying to force on her mother fall onto the the bed beside Deborah.]

“Wrongness is the fucking point!”

“Dana, stop it! Stop this, please!”

“You know, Mom, I found out today that I like being raped. I wonder if it’s a family trait.” [Before Deborah realizes what happening, Dana maneuvers herself between her mother’s legs. She presses her mouth onto her mother’s nylon-covered crotch.]

“Dana, oh my fucking god, NO!”

[Dana does not answer, her mouth attached to her mother’s clit. The young woman’s elbows are inside her mother’s thighs, bracing Deborah’s legs in a spread position. Deborah’s continues to say words of resistance—“no”, “don’t”—but they’e more moans than commands. Deborah’s body slackens.]

“This can’t be real—I must be dreaming my daughter is raping me.”

[Continuing to force Deborah’s legs spread, Dana whispers between laps to her mother’s slit.] “Then I must be dreaming too, Mom. Dreaming I’m tasting the pussy that gave me life.”

“It’s wrong to even dream about things like this.”

“Who’s going to know, Mom?”

“God.”

“Wouldn’t any god worth worshiping want us to be happy?”

“Yes.”

“And does your daughter kissing your pussy make you happy?”

“Christ, yes.”

“Then it must make God happy too for us to do this.”

“If only in our dreams.” [Deborah is a silent a moment, accepting the pleasure her daughter is giving her.] “Honey, will you do me a favor?”

“Anything, Mom.”

[The dark hose that Dana had been trying to pull over Deborah’s face are still on the bed. Deborah notices them, and pulls them over her head. The nylons are now a mask, obscuring her features. She is no longer crying, but the drying tears on her cheeks moisten the material. Her eyes can still be seen through her mask. They look drugged as she looks between her legs down at her daughter.] “Can you call me Mommy? Like when you were my little girl?”

“I still am your little girl, Mommy.”

[Deborah breathes in sharply. She twists one of her nipples while her other hand laces into her daughter’s hair.] “Yes, my little girl is kissing Mommy’s pussy. She’s making Mommy’s pussy feel so fucking good.”

[Dana no longer speaks between licks through her mother’s nylon-covered slit. She now is totally focused on serving her mother’s slip. Deborah continues to talk.]

“This has to be what God wants. He has to want all His worshippers to feel this good. This is a holy act, Dana. This is a prayer. Mommy and her little girl are praying by making love right now.”

[Dana moans at this, but keeps her lips on her mother’s hose, licking even more furiously.]

“I can tell this is what God wants, because He’s filling my mind with the most wonderful images, Dana. All these darkly-encased bodies, men and women wearing hose like we are, except theirs cover them completely. No seams, no exposed flesh. Just darkness covering them like a second skin. There are mothers and son and fathers and daughters, and they’re all feeling so good, like you’re making my pussy feel good. They’re all giving love to one another, all of them touching, no secrets between any of them, while He watches far above.”

[Deborah is massaging both of her breasts through her shirt. She begins to unbutton it. Occasionally, her tongue licks at the inside of her pantyhose mask.]

“I want us to dress like those worshippers, Dana, to be completely encased, our bodies both seen and hidden. Mommy and her little girl in our special outfits, like religious robes, as we worship and fuck all at the same time. Finally we have a God doesn’t say no to us all the time, that doesn’t make us feel shame. That gives us what we want, what I’ve always needed, my darkest secret, Dana: to fuck my family. I never thought about having my little girl until she forced myself on me, and I’m so grateful she did, though. So stupid for women to limit ourselves to just fathers and brothers, isn’t it?”

[Dana’s response is muffled, but it’s obvious she agrees. Deborah’s body begins to tremble.]

“Oh yes, Dana, like that! I can’t believe how good you’re making Mommy’s pussy feel good! Oh my fucking god, you’re making me cum, Dana! You’re making your mommy cuuuummmmm!”

14. Gmail Account of Deborah

Unsent Drafts

November 8, 2015

I had sex with my daughter, Tom.

Fucked another piece of my own flesh-and-blood. Another wonderful notch on your perverted, older sister’s belt.

Do you want to know the sick truth, Tom? As intense as sex with you was, it was even more so with my Dana. Closeness and emotion always make sex more meaningful. Brother and sister are close, but nothing like the bond a mother and daughter share.

The funny thing was that she was the one that forced me to have sex, Tom. At least, at first. I wasn’t the one that initiated, unlike the times you and I made love. No, it started when Dana caught me masturbating in a pair of pantyhose, a stocking pulled over my face. You can imagine the scene, can’t you, Tom? Your sick sister wearing a mask—another twisted low for me.

Seeing me like that tripped something in Dana. She was wearing hose too, and whatever had been getting into me was inside her too. She forced herself on me. I resisted. I guess it was kind of a rape. Being raped by my own daughter, Tom. Can you imagine?

When her lips met my pussy though, how could I do anything but surrender? Surrender to that closeness, to her love. There Dana was, making love to her mommy’s greedy pussy, just lapping at it right through my nylons. I think it was right that my first time with a woman was with my daughter. One should only have sex with people that love you, and who loves you more than a parent?

It was all so magical, I thought it was a dream. Who can tell anymore what’s real? Would I really be writing my brother emails from my phone after having sex with my daughter, as she nuzzles up to me while we lie together in our nylons? As she reads what I write and we giggle like schoolgirls?

Dream or reality, it was a religious experience, Tom. As Dana fucked me with her mouth, I realized that THIS IS WHAT GOD WANTS. This is how He wants us to worship. God wants us to be happy, and wants families to enjoy love. Whether we knew it or not the times we fucked, Tom, we were praying together. Praying to the True God. A God that actually does something in the here-and-now for His worshippers instead of promising an afterlife that’s probably bullshit anyway.

No, this God I saw in my dreams—dreams within dreams, dreams while I dreamed I was actually awake. Dreams of darkly-covered bodies fucking. I could see Him even though He was still hidden.

Which was why after Dana made me cum, I told her that we needed to be covered. Too much of our naked flesh was exposed. We needed to be both seen and yet hidden, just like our God.

I led her to the dresser—she’d bought a bunch of pantyhose from the local pharmacy earlier in the day, apparently. I had hose on my legs and over my face, still had my bra on then. Dana, for her part, was only wearing nylons on her legs—no panties, of course—but her face was uncovered, and she still had her shirt on.

This wouldn’t do. As we kissed through my mask, and I tasted my own juices on my daughter’s lips, I whispered to her. “Take off my bra, honey.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she said, and reached behind my back.

God, my nipples were so hard as it slipped off my shoulders. “Look at Mommy’s tits, Dana. Look at the tits that nurtured you.” She leaned down to suck them, but I put my hands on her. “No, Dana. It was okay for us to make love when we were lost in the moment, but we should only be intimate with each other when we’re fully covered.”

“You’re right, Mommy. It feels good to be fully covered, and we need to be like those people in our dreams. Thank you for reminding me.”

She opened the pantyhose packages. Tearing the crotch of one pair out, she told me raise my arms. I obeyed, and she slipped it over me me so that my arms filled the hose’s legs, My hands, arms and chest nice and covered—the way it ought to be.

I watched at my daughter took of her shirt, and similarly encased her upper body, and pulled a mask over her face.

There we were, mother and daughter, encased in black nylon. Not exactly like those perfectly-covered bodies we both saw in our visions, but close as we could manage.

It was enough. “I love being covered,” Dana said. “It makes me exposed, but also embraced and safe and loved.”

“Seen and hidden.”

“Yes, Mommy, seen and hidden.”

“Now you can suck Mommy’s tits.”

“Thank you,” my daughter said, as she began running her tongue over my nipples.

I embraced her as she sucked them, held in my own nylon-encased arms. “Mmmmm, that feels wonderful. It’s so good to have my daughter sucking my tits again after all these years. But right now, this isn’t about me. I want to make my baby feel wonderful, just like she made me feel. Come to bed, Dana. It’s time for Mommy to taste her little girl’s yummy pussy.”

How to describe it as she jumped on the bed and spread her legs? Seeing her encased body was a revelation, as if I were meeting Dana for the first time. The real Dana. The way she and I had always been destined to be.

I crawled on the bed, began kissing her feet, and then her inner thighs. Finally, I came to her young pussy, and stared. Her nylons sopping wet, I was flattered that pleasuring me had excited my daughter this much.

“Mommy, do it. I need to cum so bad.”

What mother would want their precious child to suffer? I opened my mouth and descended on her pussy.

She tasted so good. Perhaps as her mother, I’m a bit biased? Regardless, I breathed her in, Tom, my daughter’s excitement, and worshipped her clit through the nylon. Her essence and scent clung to my mask.

“I like how we pray together, Mommy.”

I did too. Can you imagine, little brother, joining a church where this sort of prayer was common?

She kept talking, the filth coming from my daughter’s mouth making me more excited. “I want to pray with you every morning and every night like this, Mommy. I want to worship our generous God like this forever. The Seen And The Hidden.”

I broke contact with her delicious pussy only long enough to return the benediction. “The Seen And The Hidden,” I said, before returning to my motherly duties.

“Oh Mommy, that’s it—please keep fucking me like that. God wants you to fuck me like this.”

I know, baby, I know.

“He wants everyone to fuck like this, Mommy. Today, I saw a daughter sucking off her father through his nylons. It freaked me out at the time and I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. Now I see how right they were,” Dana continued, “being at least somewhat covered, and giving each other love.”

All I could think was yes, yes, what those others were doing was the most natural thing in the world. Something the True God commands us all to do. I licked her even harder.

Her tight, 19-year-old body began to shake. I felt so much pride knowing I was getting my child close to climax. She started groping her nylon-encased tits. “Mommy, you’re going to make me cum! I can feel it building! Oh don’t stop, Mommy, don’t stop, please make your little girl cum. Oh fuck, yes, yessssssss!”

Her orgasm made her taste even more lush and fresh. She bucked against my adoring mouth.

One orgasm rolled into another inside my child. I hung on, refusing to release my lock on her no matter what she said, not matter how much she shook. Every ounce of pleasure I could inflict, she would receive.

She was screaming and cursing and thrashing, Tom. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, her sweat as it seeped though her hose.

By the time I let her go, she was gibbering mass of twitching muscle, gasping for breath. This had started with her raping me. My, how things had turned. Is there any better feeling for a woman than to have her rapist surrender to her?

I crawled up her body. I pressed my body atop of hers, our nylon-covered tits so incredibly warm against each other.

I kissed her on the mouth, smearing her juices against her mask, letting her taste her wonderful self.

“We belong to each other now, Dana.”

“Yes, Mommy. I want it to be always like this.”

I kept kissing her, my daughter, my lover, our sex a gift from a loving God. I never wanted this night to end.

15. Evernote Account of Todd

Private Note

November 8, 2015

My father, the toughest man you’d ever want to meet, the guy with a mysterious past, whose every movement seemed to crackle with violent potential: I’d just walked in on him masturbating while wearing pantyhose.

I’d rushed in, but at the sight of him could barely remember why I’d come back to our room. Oh right, Dana and I were supposed to warn our parents something crazy was happening in this town, that we had to get away from here.

And I would do precisely that. In just a moment.

He was sitting at the small desk in the corner of our hotel room, nude except for the black pantyhose on his legs, and the stocking covering his face. He was writing in one of those notebooks he always has with him, the ones where he made those long, numbered lists of observations. With the other, he gripped his erect cock through his nylons, precum dripping from it.

“Todd,” Dad stammered, the first time in my life he’d ever seemed not fully in control, “I’m sorry. There’s something going on, something happening to me and Dana’s mother. Something has gotten into us, something that’s making us do and think fucked up things.”

The words came out of him in a rush, but mostly I just stared at his body. Twice my age, he was in better shape than me, hardly any body fat to hide the corded muscle that had been required to survive a lifetime working in shadows for the government. Very different from my own lean body that retained the almost feminine softness so common to Millennial men.

“I know, Dad, I know,” I said, putting onto the dresser the plastic bag full of hose I’d mindlessly carried with me to the room. Staring at him, I undid my jeans, and revealed my own hard, pantyhose-encased dick. “It’s gotten into me and Dana too.”

Even though his pantyhose mask, I could see how big his eyes were at the sight of his son wearing nylons. I stepped out of my jeans once they’d slid to the floor, then pulled off my T-shirt.

“Oh god. What the fuck, Todd? What the fuck?” he said, his hand still pumping his dick.

I started masturbating through my hose too. “It’s been in me since Penn State. Images in my mind, men and women all encased in dark material, fucking. I can’t stop thinking about it. All I want to be do is be covered, feel the tightness around me.”

“The same thing is happening to me, son.”

“It made me rape Dana, Dad. She was wearing hose, and I couldn’t control myself. After I fucked her, she became a pervert like me.”

“I fucked her mother. I needed to be with a woman. Earlier, I’d been looking for your sister at the church. The church here—they don’t worship God. Or at least, they don’t worship the God of the New or Old Testaments. It’s called The Seen And The Hidden. It’s also called Tsath, like the Eye of Tsath relic the Penn State professor had told you and Dana about. The entire church is dedicated to Tsath.

“There was some official there,” Dad continued, “a twenty-something dressed like an altar boy. I attacked him out of frustration, and when I saw he was wearing hose underneath his robes…something came over me. I’d never had a same-sex thought in my life. Yet I…I held him down and masturbated on him. Humped and came all over his pantyhose-covered ass. The worst part of it, the most fucked up thing? He liked it.”

I imagined it in my mind’s eye, Dad forcing himself on someone. Like father, like son. The fact that he’d done it to a man made it more perverse, more exciting.

I told him about Dana and I at the pharmacy, what the father and daughter did in their hose. “The entire town must be fucked up like this. Now we’re getting that way, Dad. Seeing family pleasuring each other…it was sick but it made me want that too.”

“Deborah was saying things to me while we fucked, things about family. We were in the moment, and we talked about me having sex with Gina. And…and with you, son.”

I almost came in my hose right then. “Oh god, Dad.”

“It’s wrong. I know it’s wrong. We have to get the girls and get away from this place.”

“Yes, but…maybe we could, you know, just get this out of our system first?”

“You mean…have sex?”

“Yes.”

“Oh god, it’s so wrong. We can’t.”

He was still pumping his dick, so much precum weeping into his nylons. “But you want to.”

“We can’t,” he said again.

I turned to the dresser, swaying my nylon-covered ass like a woman. I opened the bag of pantyhose packages. “Sure we can. You know it’s what you want. And you want it while we’re fully covered.”

“Nooo,” Dad said in a low moan.

“If you didn’t want it, you’d be beating me right now, breaking my fingers or something for acting like such a faggot. But you’re not, because you’re acting like a pantyhose-wearing faggot too.”

“What’s wrong with me?” he said, some part of him still trying to fight what we now were.

“What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong is that we’re not fully as we should be. Not fully encased.”

That tripped something in him, his face slackening somewhat. “Yesssss.”

“It’s better when we obey, wear what we should.”

“Wear what we should, and be seen and hidden.”

“Seen and hidden,” he droned as I pulled a stocking over my face. I opened up two more packages, and tearing out the crotch to fit our heads through, Dad and I slipped them over our arms and chest. Now both father and son were covered in black nylons.

Both our dicks were so hard, and they rubbed together through our pantyhose.

“Oh Dad,” I whispered as he ran his encased hands down to my ass. Then I added, “Oh Daddy.”

“I like you calling me that,” he whispered.

I did too. It made me feel girlish. “Do you, Daddy? Does it make your big daddy dick harder for me?”

“Yes, son. God, I’m so close to cumming already.”

I led him to the bed, and laying on our sides, I placed myself so we could 69. I held his dick in my hands for a moment, studying it. Through my mask, everything looked hazy and dreamlike. Encased in nylon, his dick similarly looked mysterious and even threatening, the way things might through a fog. I’d never been this close to another man’s cock before, and there was a sudden hesitancy, a knowledge that this was wrong—an ultimate wrong—and that we needed to stop immediately.

Then I felt my father sucking me through my hose. “Oh Daddy, thank you,” I said before taking his cockhead into my mouth.

Why had I hesitated? Sucking my father through his hose felt like the most natural thing one could do once I started. Of course family members should suck one another off. Why hadn’t that been obvious to us before? Why had we wasted all this time when we could have been making one another feel good?

This was such a holy act. Pleasuring the cock that had given me life.

Dad I knew had never sucked dick before either, but his enthusiasm was making him a natural. We gripped each other’s pantyhose-covered asses as we fucked one another’s faces.

It didn’t take me long to cum. He was working my shaft as if it were a race. My own mouth full of daddy dick, I moaned as I surrendered all my seed to my father’s lips. The nylons covering my cock amplifying the sensation, I thought I might black out, but I had to hold on—had to keep serving my father’s dick.

Then I felt the gush of his cum through his hose and my mask. I grabbed his ass even harder to hold him in place as he bucked, wanting to get as much of his seed into my mouth as possible. I felt so proud, making my alpha dog daddy jizz.

Propping ourselves up on the bed, gasping for air, sweating in our hose, we studied each other’s cum-soaked masks. He touched the side of my face. “I love you, son.”

“I love you too, Daddy.” We kissed. Our cum mingling as our tongues played through our masks, I’d never felt happier. I wanted to never leave this special place.

16. Notes of Roger

Handwritten

November 9, 2015

My son and I just sucked each other off.
Most intense sexual experience of my life.
No longer care about right or wrong, what’s real or unreal.
After midnight now. Laying next together on the bed wearing nothing but our hose. Entire room smells like cum.
I write in my notebook while he updates his journal on his phone, like schoolgirls updating their diaries. We kiss from time-to-time.
I was once so worried about him being a writer. Modern writers are so sensitive. Weak. Effeminate. So stupid in retrospect. Me being strong didn’t stop any of this. Thank God.
Todd asks me if we’ll find Gina, and I tell him we will of course. He then asks me what we’ll do with her when we find her.
I imagine my beautiful daughter, covered like her father and brother are. I tell my son we would fill her pussy with our cum. Make our family love complete.
The thought of having my daughter—and of my son having my daughter—makes me so hard in my hose.
Doctors Strauss-Carter and Holliday. Why had I been so troubled by all their writings before? The Adrecretus Christians, the G?ng G? Chinese, the cargo cult of the Tukkalas—they were all on the path of some elemental truth, the path to perfect happiness for anyone brave enough to follow, to embrace it and let themselves be encased by that truth, God’s love.
Tsath’s love.
“I loved having sex with you, Daddy,” my son says, “but thinking about Gina makes me want pussy now.”
Variety is the spice of life. Now that Todd mentions it, I wouldn’t mind fucking a woman before getting sucked off again by my son.
Dana and Deborah? Todd smiles through his mask. “I’ve fucked the daughter. You’ve fucked the mom. Let’s swap. It would get me so hot, sharing women with my father.”
Yes, family should share everything, the women we conquer included. I could pick the hotel’s old-fashioned locks in seconds. I tell him to get dressed.
My son caresses my ass through my nylons, tells me we already are properly dressed for what we’re going to do to Dana and her mother.
What if someone sees us in the hall? I ask. He shrugs. “I think we’re the only guests right now. If anyone else did see us, though, I guess we’d just have to rape them. Show them the truth we have now discovered.”
Never seen such casual confidence in him before. So proud of how far he’s come.
We’re about to head out now, go to Dana and Deborah’s room. My son is already by the door, so anxious to be cut loose. He is so beautiful encased in his pantyhose, I wish he could always be like that. His dick is a tentpole in his nylons.
My heart is beating as fast as it had for any black op I’ve ever been on.

17. Dana’s DropBox

MP4 files

Saved to folder “DO NOT PUBLISH”

November 9, 2015

[Video timestamp: 12:47 a.m. The recording opens to Dana and Deborah’s hotel room. The lights are off, but the camera’s night vision function shows everything in crisp black-and-white. On the king size bed, Deborah lays between Todd and Roger. All are encased in their hose, and she takes turns kissing the men through their masks. Deborah has a hand on either man’s erect, nylon-covered cock. The crotch of her hose is torn, and she has slipped on pair of thin, almost-sheer panties to cover the hole. A dark wet spot is observable on her panties, semen leaking from her. Dana’s voice is heard off-camera as she records.]

“Having fun, Mom?”

[Deborah looks into the camera, smiling.] “I’m having so much fun, honey. How could I not, having been fucked by these two big dicks?”

[Dana angles the camera down to her crotch. She is encased as well, and like her mother, she wears a thin pair of panties to cover the hole that had been torn in her hose. Cum has stained her panties too.] “I can’t believe how much cum has been pumped into us, Mommy.”

[The camera’s view returns to the others. Roger speaks.] “My son and I have more cum for you. An endless supply.”

[Todd gropes Deborah’s breast.] “That’s right, Daddy. God, I feel like I could fuck all the time.”

[Deborah gives a quick kiss to Todd’s cock.] “Maybe we can always be like this. When we leave here, we can be one family, always fucking.”

[Roger fondles Deborah’s other breast.] “We already are family, when you think about it. Wearing our secret outfits, nice and covered. Hidden from the rest of the world, the real us only seen by one another.”

[Deborah guides Roger’s masked face to her breast, Todd’s to her cum-filled slit. Both men kiss her body.] “You boys understand this is a gift from God? That He wants us to love each other like this?”

[The men speak in unison.] “Yes.”

“This is our form of worship, being covered and fucking. Our incest is a holy act.”

“Yes.” [Dana is heard speaking in unison with the men.]

“And when we find Gina and David, they will join us in our worship. They will be covered like we are, as God wants us to be, and we will all give love to one another. You boys will fuck Gina, and Dana and I will fuck my son. Then we will fuck Gina and you will fuck my David. All of giving each other our love, revealing what we truly are, our family finally complete.”

[Deborah’s words excite the men to the point where they lose control. Roger grabs Deborah, turns her around, and presses her down on the bed.] “Oh fuck, I want that-all of us one family, all of us fucking. I want to fuck my daughter, and I want to cum in your son’s mouth!”

[Todd grabs Dana.] “Dana, I need to fuck your brother. I need to watch you fucking my sister.”

“Oh god, Todd—I want that too! I want us both to fuck our siblings in our hose!” [Dana manages to place the camera on the nightstand before she too is tossed beside her mother, both women’s pantyhose-covered asses rising to present the best access to their pussies. The camera continues to record as Roger begins mounting Deborah from behind, Todd doing the same to Dana. The men pull down the waistbands of their hose, freeing their dicks. Pushing aside the crotch panel of each women’s panties, both mother and daughter groan as they are roughly penetrated.]

“Mommy, we’re going to get filled with cum again!”

“I know, honey! We’re worshipping God again. Imagine it’s your brother’s seed, Dana. God will hear our prayer and make it happen for real!” [The women begin kissing each other through their masks while being fucked from behind.]

“Daddy, I can feel your cum in Dana’s pussy!”

“And I can feel yours in Deborah—it’s slathering all over my cock, son!”

“Oh Daddy, I can feel your love in her pussy, I can feel it getting all over my dick!”

“Pray like Deborah and Dana are praying, son—imagine it’s Gina you’re fucking! Imagine you’re feeling your daddy’s cum in your sister’s pussy!”

“Oh my god, Daddy—yes, yes!” [Todd leans over to kiss his father through their masks as they continue to fuck their conquests. It is not long before an orgasm seizes all four of them. All of them moan and scream and curse as the men shoot their seed, and mother and daughter receive it enthusiastically.]

“Fill us! Fill my daughter and me!”

[Barely audible over their pleasure-filled moans, there is a rattle at the door: it’s being unlocked. As the lovers are mid-climax, the door swings open. Light from the hall switches the camera from night vision mode, and suddenly everything is again in color.]

“What the fuck?” [Roger’s muscles are seen tensing beneath his encasing hose, preparing for a fight, but he is still orgasming. He cannot extract himself from Deborah as she bucks against him, milking out his cum.]

“Look at the four of you—practically one with us already.” [It is Maria, the Latina hotel clerk, who is speaking as she enters the room.]

[Her long, dark hair is undone, spilling over her shoulders. She is naked, except for what at first glance appears to be dark, caramel-colored pantyhose covering her body from just above her breasts down.]

[They are seamless, and glisten like a liquid. On closer inspection, however, there is no actual waistband to the “hose” she is wearing. Rather, it’s simply a line where her bare flesh ends and her encased flesh begins, as if she had been dipped in dark honey.]

[Beneath the encasing, liquid-like hose, her breasts are enormous. Her clothes had earlier obscured their full size, as well as her enormous nipples which are long and thick as a man’s thumb. Her areoles are large and dark. For all their mass, however, her breasts are incredibly pert, so gravity-defying they look unnatural, like something out of a comic book.]

[Her hose, if that is what they are, are completely sheer. Her vagina is perfectly smooth beneath the material.]

[In Maria’s hand is a staff, at the head of which is affixed a red jewel. She holds up the staff, and the jewel glows, washing the room in its crimson light.] “Look, lovers! Look into the Eye of Tsath! Look, and follow in The Seen And The Hidden!”

[Roger’s muscles stop tensing as he looks into the light. Todd, Deborah, and Dana also become passive staring into the jewel.]

“I know those warm pussies feel good, but there’s something even better awaiting you. Pull out, gentlemen—pull out of those pussies, and follow me!”

[Slowly, the men withdraw their cocks from the women, and fold their dicks back beneath their hose.]

“Now, ladies, I know you’d love to just lay there basking in the glow of your fucking, but It wants you as well.” [The women obediently get off the bed, slide the panel of their panties over to cover their cum-dripping pussies.]

“That’s right! Follow! Follow, you brides-to-be!”

[Single-file, the four lovers silently follow Maria from the room.]

18. Gmail Account of Deborah

Unsent Drafts

November 9, 2015

I was so scared, Tom!

That jeweled staff the hotel clerk had, it’s light guided us like moths to a flame. I could still think, but my body was no longer my own to control. I was a passenger, walking quietly through the hotel’s corridors when inside all I wanted to do was scream. The most I could do was move my eyes slightly. I could look around a little, so long as the jewel’s red glow stayed at least in my peripheral vision.

If I’d thought it was a dream before, lied to myself that all the perversity I was engaging in wasn’t real, I felt the truth now. The sheer insanity of what was now happening brought the reality of it all home. This wasn’t any wet dream. I was being controlled, along with Roger, Todd, and Dana.

Walking in a line down the stairs into the lobby, we were completely powerless. Worse, everything we had done was on display. All four of us were in hose, completely covered in our makeshift fetish wear. The cum dripping out of Dana and me into our nylon panties left no doubt to what we’d just been doing. It felt written on our skin—on our hose?—that we’d all committed incest.

That was the shame I felt just in the presence of the hotel clerk who had her hypnotic staff. Imagine how much that shame was amplified when we left the Hotel Collant for the fog-filled town square.

It was filled with people, Tom. Hundreds. The fog obscured them so that they looked like living shadows.

When we were close enough to make out individuals, most of the women were like the hotel clerk: enormous breasts, nipples sticking out like they belonged on a cow, covered in caramel-colored, seamless hose from their tits to their toes. Except the hose they were wearing didn’t really look like anything you’d buy at a department store. No, these hose didn’t look like something you just wore, but like they were grafted onto their bodies. Seal-coated onto them. Beneath the material their bodies were perfectly smooth, not a follicle of hair on any of them.

The men, they were all wearing these strange, sealing hose too. Like the women, they were covered up over their chests. If the women were universally tone in their hose—if ‘hose’ was even an accurate word for what was coating them—the men’s bodies were uniformly muscular, cover models for Men’s Health. No body hair on them, either. Their chests, legs and pubic areas were smooth as the women’s.

It was their cocks though that focused my attention. Like the women’s breasts, the men’s dicks were obscenely large. Their smooth, encased balls were similarly exaggerated. Every man’s dick was erect, all indifferent to the November chill that was cutting through me.

The townspeople all leered as we passed in the fog, many masturbating through the material covering them. I saw the two librarians that had recorded me touching myself in David’s office. They smiled as I passed, their fingers shoved up through their hose into their pussies, their enormous nipples pointing straight at me. Milk dripped from their tits, except it was the same color as their hose.

We followed the Eye of Tsath across the town square into the cathedral. How to describe it? On the outside it looked like any grand, old church, but inside were icons of a god like no other. A perverse god, one whose worship was sex, whose religious robes were much like the cum-stained nylon my daughter and our lovers now wore.

The pews were filled with huge-cocked men and enormous-titted women wearing the dark honey-colored hose. Except these were not only encased from the chest down. That dark, honey-colored sheerness covered them entirely, even their faces like our own pantyhose masks did. Not an inch of their bare flesh was exposed. There were no seams—I could not see how they got in or out of their outfits.

While the rest of the townsfolk outside had all been white, there were many Asians among these completely-encased ones. The Asian women’s hair was long, matted back by the material encasing them. The Asian men’s haircuts, however, were archaic. Shaved at the front, it was like something you would see in movies set in ancient China. Yet others I could make out looked like they were from the South Pacific.

At the front of the church, adorned like the rest in that caramel second skin but only from the chest down, was a young man. Beside him were some altar boy robes, as if he’d shed them only recently. His face was black-and-blue. His cock was erect, dripping a precum that matched the color of his hose. He looked at Roger in a way that, if I wasn’t so scared, would have made me jealous.

There was a switch hidden behind the altar. I heard it click as the obscene altar boy threw it. Instantly, a section of the church’s stone floor retracted, revealing descending stairs.

We followed the Eye of Tsath downward. The stairs were lined with touch-bearing sconces. The further down we went, the material of the stairs changed. Or rather, it remained stone, but was coated in something like an amber. Whatever it was, the material coating the stairs and walls was the same color as the townspeople’s seamless hose. It glistened in the firelight, and the jewel’s red glow. The material felt strangely warm and pleasant beneath my feet.

Down and down we went until finally the stairs opened into a huge chamber, similarly coated in the sheen amber. I know nothing about caves, but the formation didn’t seem natural. No, it was far too smooth.

It didn’t look as if it had been carved out by human hands either. There were no sharp angles, but instead looked more like it had been formed by hands like a potter molding clay.

There were passageways leading off this main chamber, both at the ground level and above where smoothly-formed balconies overlooked us. From these came more of those perfectly encased bodies, like living shadows.

I could still make out their features, however—more Chinese and Pacific Islanders, but also some Mediterranean-looking whites. These last were leering at us like all the rest, but I could hear them whispering to one another in what sounded like Latin.

At the center of the chamber was a large pool filled with a translucent, caramel-colored liquid. In front of the pool stood four figures: two men and two women. One male-female pair was completely encased, the other pair only covered from the chest down. I was so shocked, at first I didn’t recognize these latter two.

Gina and David.

“So you finally found us,” David said.

“We’re so happy you’re here,” Gina cooed.

They were like the others. Gina’s breasts were huge with those udder-nipples. My son’s erect cock was large and heavy as a bludgeon, each of his balls the size of a lime. The Eye of Tsath’s glow was still in my peripheral vision, but it was David’s dick that was suddenly the most hypnotic thing in the room. Dark honey precum dewed at its tip as it pointed at me.

Maria the hotel clerk handed the staff to the fully-encased male. She knelt, and kissed his feet and then his dick, and then did the same to David, Gina, and the other female figure assembled before the pool. Maria then withdrew into the surrounding crowd of encased bodies.

“I know you’re scared,” David said. “We were too. But I promise you, it’s going to be wonderful.”

“You’re going to so love being Brides of Tsath,” Gina said, rubbing her clit, “just like we do.”

The completely encased male figure stepped forward, placed his arm around Gina’s hips. I could make out the man’s face. It was familiar, but I couldn’t place it. “Your children have become some of Tsath’s greatest acolytes. Young lovers, their innate curiosity led to perversity, which allowed them to discover the truth of The Seen And The Hidden. They followed it here to become one of us. Become what they were always meant to be. Isn’t that right, children?”

“Yes, High Priest,” Gina and David droned in unison.

The fully-encased female came closer as well, petting my son’s encased dick as though it was her watchdog. Her features too seemed familiar, but I couldn’t remember from where. “And you four were always destined to be Brides of Tsath as well. Every step of your lives has led here because It willed it. Obstacles to your destiny were stripped away to make your path here more smooth. Your husband, Deborah? Your wife, Roger? Such good people. Such prudes, though. They had to be removed from the game if David and Gina were going to find their way here, and you as well. Your children understand that it was all for the best, though.”

My mind reeled at the confession, but Gina and David simply said as one, “Yes, High Priestess.”

“It’s such a blessing to be chosen by Tsath, to yield to Its will,” the High Priest said. “It is unlike the other Old Ones, who bring only terrors to mankind. The Seen And The Hidden loves us. Its worship does not lead to madness and death, unlike the veneration of Great Cthulhu. Nor degeneration like the cult of Dagon. Tsath creates beauty, unlike Its disgusting nephew, Tsathougga. The Seen And The Hidden’s love is given to both men and women, unlike the goddess Ash’ra whose gospel is only sung to females such as the students at St. Agnes College. Tsath sees us as more than mere vessels to be filled, unlike the god who presided over the infamous incident at Lake Anlorgash. What more should Man ask of God than what Tsath gives us: to live forever in pleasure?”

Live forever… I finally placed the high priest and priestess.

I’d seen their photos in the Freerbury library: Dr. Gilbert Howard Holliday and Dr. Jeanine Strauss-Carter.

Those photos were so old, though. Strauss-Carter should have been at least in her seventies by now. And Dr. Holliday? He should have died decades ago.

Yet here they were, their encased bodies lithe and youthful.

“Our God’s love encases us, coats us, preserves us,” Strauss-Carter said. “Time stops for us that are completely encased. Look around you. There are devotees here that are over a thousand years old: G?ng G? Chinese and Adrecretus Christians. And of course more recent converts from last century, such as Dr. Holliday’s beloved Tukkalas islanders. Being only partially covered, such as David and Gina presently are, along with all of the townspeople, slows time—something our younger converts can afford. They would prefer to be completely encased, of course, and eventually will be. But our God’s work sometimes necessitates that our fellow brides be passably human.”

“Humanity in trying to comprehend The Seen And The Hidden has always been a bit of a cargo cult, using whatever fabrics it had to both cover and reveal itself,” Dr. Holliday explained. “Look at the four of you in your pantyhose—the nylon is just a proxy for Tsath’s encasing love. You don’t need training wheels anymore, however. It’s time for you to receive the real thing. Strip them.”

Gina and David obeyed. None of us could move, the red jewel’s light still on us. Gina ripped the pantyhose off her brother and father. My son tore them first off Dana’s body before turning to me.

His massive dick brushed against my now-nude thigh. I could feel the unnatural smoothness of whatever was encasing him. “Soon, Mom,” he whispered.

My heart was beating so fast, Tom. So many emotions raging in me like a storm. It was painful not having anything clinging to my skin, yet my pussy was positively dripping at David’s word. Then there was the horrible fear of wondering what Strauss-Carter and Holliday had in store for us.

“Mark them,” Holliday said. David walked to the high priest, Gina to the priestess. David pumped Holliday’s shaft. Caramel-colored precum seeped through the material coating it, dripping onto my son’s hand. Gina meanwhile massaged Strauss-Carter’s huge tits, and a caramel-colored milk began to express. “Your siblings will only be partially encased. Your parents will have the blessing of complete covering.”

Gina drew different symbols on her brother and father’s forehead with the milk; David drew symbols on mine and Dana’s with the cum. Dana’s symbol matched Todd’s; no doubt the one they drew on me was the same as the one they’d marked Roger with. Then they returned to stand beside the priest and priestess, and the four of them turned to the pool.

Holliday raised the staff. “O Tsath, Great Seen and Hidden God! We, Your devoted brides, bring four more to be bedded by You that they may know Your truth and love! Come to us, Lord Tsath! Come and give these four the gift of Your seed!”

The chamber began to echo with the low murmur of hundreds of worshippers. “Tsath, Tsath, Tsath!”

I looked at the pool expecting something horrible to rise out of it, yet it remained still. I almost breathed a sigh of relief, but the chanting around us continued to rise.

Then I saw it. A shadow above the pool. It began to grow, deepen. Yet it remained indistinct. If I looked directly into the shadow, it was like looking through slightly smudged glass. Yet at its edges, the shadow was more concrete and real. It seemed to be both there, and yet not. I couldn’t tell if it was like a film being placed over reality over, or if what we think of as reality was being scratched thin to show what was truly underneath.

How to describe It? Two stories of tentacles, all the same dark honey color as the amber covering the walls, the hose worn by Its worshippers, the cum and milk that dripped from them.

Four of those tentacles extended from its central mass, reached over Strauss-Carter, Holliday, Gina, and David. Those tentacles…they were coming for us.

I would have screamed but for the Eye of Tsath’s crimson light. I wanted to scream. It felt like I would go insane if I didn’t. The others had to feel the same way.

Yet we silently stood there, as a thick, moist tendril paused before each of us, an opening like a dickhole in the center of its blunt head. “Spread your legs,” Holliday ordered, and me, my daughter, Todd, and Roger all obeyed.

The chanting was deafening now. A tentacle pressed against each of our openings—my and Dana’s pussies, the men’s asses. It massaged my clit before penetrating me.

It started to fuck me. God was fucking me. Fucking all of us. Plumbing the four of us deeply, like virgins on our wedding night.

It felt good. It felt so fucking good, I couldn’t believe it, my wet hole wanting nothing more than to be filled.

Holliday, Stauss-Carter, Gina and David all turned back to us. They were all smiling knowingly. Holliday lowered the staff, and the Eye of Tsath dimmed.

Control over our bodies returned. But instead of trying to run, we all began to buck against the tentacles that were raping us. We could speak again, and we all gave voice to our need.

“Oh Mom, it feels so fucking amazing, I can’t stand it!” Dana groaned. I looked over at my daughter. She was jamming herself down onto the tentacle, sweat forming on her bouncing tits.

“Oh God, Dad, It’s fucking me like a woman!” Todd screamed, stroking his dick while the tentacle reamed in and out of his ass.

Roger’s strong body was gyrating on his tentacle like a whore. “I know, son—It’s fucking me so good too!”

I fell onto all fours like I was an animal being bred. The tentacle kept fucking me and I screamed in pleasure. I looked around, and saw other worshippers masturbating at the sight of Tsath. In the crowd, the sheriff was cumming through his hose, screaming his devotion to his God. Maria was shoving three fingers up her pussy through the hose that covered her as honey-colored milk squirted from her swollen tits. The chants were no longer in unison, but the individual, crazed shouts of Tsath’s blessed name as devotees orgasmed.

I looked again at my son, his massive dick. I wanted it so badly, but not as much as I needed God to cum in me. I looked beyond David to the mass of tentacles—both there and not, seen and not—behind him.

“Oh God, cum in me!” I screamed. “Cum in me, God! Fill me with Your seed! Fill all of us with Your holy cum! Please!”

The tentacles jammed into us faster and faster, and then I felt the warm flood of a God’s cum shooting into me.

“Yes, yes!” Dana screamed, falling to her knees. “Thank You for Your cum, God—thank You!”

Todd was on his knees now too. “Dad, It’s coming in me, holy fuck, It’s flooding me!”

Roger was like me, on all fours like a college girl getting fucked from behind. “Me too, son! God’s seed is in me too! We’re Its women, we’re Its brides!”

The physical changes happened immediately. I became so hot, and as my belly grew more taut, I realized the heat was excess fat burning off all of us. In a matter of seconds, the four of us all looked like we could grace a health magazine’s cover.

At almost the same time, my and Dana’s tits swelled like balloons. Comically huge, like the breasts of every other woman in Freerbury. Our areoles grew darker and larger, and our nipples became big and thick as a man’s thumbs.

Roger and his son’s cocks went through a similar change, inflating to ten inches. What body hair they had fell from them like autumn leaves. Their now-smooth ballsacks strained to hold their swelling testicles.

I could feel changes going on inside my body too. God’s cum was transforming all of us. I somehow knew that I no longer had to worry about petty human concerns like eating or one’s time of the month. We were sustained completely by God’s love.

When Holy Tsath’s tentacles withdrew from my pussy, I felt an emptiness and sadness. And also pain.

My newly enlarged tits arched terribly. There was so much pressure in them, like when I was nursing Dana and David only so much more intense. The pain started to grow, the pressure to build, and I realized I wasn’t the only one.

“Oh fuck, Mom, my tits—they’re in agony,” Dana said, groping herself as if trying to massage the hurt away.

“Fuck, my balls and cock, they feel like they’re going to explode!” Todd was masturbating, trying to relieve the pressure.

“I feel it too, Todd,” Roger groaned, stroking his own enormous dick next to his son. “I need to cum, but I can’t fucking climax.”

“None of you will cum,” Holliday said, “until you swear obedience to your God and your fellow brides. Rise, and swear you will help bring your God’s will to the Earth. Declare your love to The Seen And The Hidden, and you will be covered in God’s love.”

The four of us stood, knees wobbly. Gina approached the men, David me and his sister. I watched as Gina kissed her father on the lips. “Do you love The Seen And The Hidden?”

Roger shouted like he was in boot camp. “Yes! I love our God!”

His daughter took Roger’s big cock in her hand, and gave it a pull. With a groan, Roger came instantly. His cum was the color of our fellow brides’ pantyhose. Gallons must have erupted from those giant balls of his, but instead of shooting onto Gina’s hand, the dark liquid ran down the shaft of his cock onto his body.

It spread from there, running down his legs and up his torso. It reached over his head and encased his fingers, until he was completely coated in the darkly translucent liquid. The liquid solidified, forming a sheen film that I knew would never come off of him.

“Ahhhh,” he sighed, both in relief at coming and, I think, at fully becoming the bride of Tsath he was always meant to be.

Gina next kissed her brother. “Do you love The Seen And The Hidden?”

“With everything I have! I love It and will serve It forever!”

“You will,” Gina said. “We all will.” Then she pumped his turgid dick. Todd too came instantly, and like his father his dark cum erupted from his cock before racing of its own volition up and down his body, but stopping at his upper chest before his face and arms were covered.

David stepped forward and kissed Dana on the mouth. I could see the pain from her swollen tits on her face, but also her joy at kissing her big brother, knowing she was about to cum and be covered by God’s love.

“Do you love The Seen And The Hidden?” my son asked his sister.

“With all my heart! My pussy and mouth, my entire body and soul, belongs to God!” I swelled with motherly pride at her words.

David grabbed her huge tits and squeezed. My beautiful daughter screamed as she orgasmed, the milk squirting thickly, darkly, from her enlarged nipples like the men’s cum had. Her coating milk traveled down her tits and stopping at her upper chest, raced down to cover her pussy, ass, and legs. As her milk solidified into a film over her tight body, I was so happy knowing my baby girl would be encased in God’s love forever.

Finally, David stepped before me. “Do you love The Seen And The Hidden?”

“I love It,” I said, grateful to Tsath even for the agonizing pressure I felt in my tits. “I love It as I love my own family. My body belongs to It, just like my pussy belongs to my family.”

My son smiled, and kissed me on the mouth. Our tongues lingered. Then he placed his hands on the tits that had once fed him, and squeezed.

The orgasm was more intense than any I’d felt before, even the ones with you, Tom, and my daughter. I would have fallen over if every muscle in my body hadn’t locked as the dark and holy milk burst from my thick nipples. The orgasm was radiating from not just my pussy but also from those nipples like they were extra clits. As the milk washed over my body, my skin tingled with pleasure, caressed and held tightly by God.

It ran down my taut belly to my ass and pussy. It encased my fingers and toes in a webbing. It ran over my neck, over my chin and face, slicking my hair tightly against my skull. It covered my eyes, but I could still see through it—not just just the visible spectrum, but now the sexual energy radiating off the bodies of my fellow brides.

I will never be uncovered again, Tom. My flesh will always be seen and hidden, just like holy Tsath. Yes, I would be forever young in God’s preserving amber, Its slave, and also the slave of my fellow brides, as I was always meant to be.

Knowing this, made me so, so happy.

Yet there’s still one thing missing…

Epilogue

Email Account of Thomas [last name redacted]

Sent Messages

November 12, 2015

Hi Deb,

I am so sorry that I’m only now getting back to you. We were in the midst of rolling out a new service, and I totally missed your messages from last week. (Terrible excuse, but it’s all I got.) Anyway, glad everyone is safe and it turned out to be much ado about nothing.

However, the fact that my nephew was missing for a couple months and I hadn’t even known makes me realize how stupid I’ve been the past few years. Time is precious, and it’s not like any of us are getting younger.

Michelle and I were already going to be out east around Christmas. A meet up in Freerbury sounds great. Samantha and Sarah will be on winter break from Dartmouth by then, so they can come with us for the visit as well. See you soon!

Love,

Tom

[Quoted text shown:] On Thu, Nov 12, 2015 at 5:10 AM Deborah [last name redacted] <[email address redacted]> wrote:

Hi Tom,

Never heard back from you on my messages from last week, but it’s okay. We finally got in touch with David and his girlfriend (now fiancé) Gina, and whatever family drama there was in the past, we’ve all kissed and made up. Sorry for having bothered you about it.

No pressure, but if you ever do feel like getting in touch, David and Gina are living in Freerbury, Massachusetts. While not exactly close to Dartmouth, maybe we could all meet there someday when you’re visiting your girls at school. It’s a very cute small town, hidden away in the forests of New England, yet with so much to see. It has the coziest of hotels! Would make for such a nice place to get the family together.

Love,

Your Sister

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