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It’s tentacle mayhem after a relic from Africa was brought back as a gift to a lonely sister. Now she’s missing, but the echoes of her carnal acts of lust with whatever was brought home still linger. None shall rest while she yells and moans, ‘Oh Yes!’ as he squirms for her. 

Sample::

I often hear her moan and scream. No, I am not
imagining things, and I don’t believe in ghosts, demons, or the paranormal.
Unless, of course, that thing is one; a demon, or monster, or whatever. All I
know is that it wants me as much as it wanted my sister.

It’s all my fault. Take my advise, don’t ever bring
home strange toys that were part of some weird old perverted story about woman
and monsters, because there might be some truth to it. Not the monsters of
course, that would be silly. But if it wasn’t for my grand ideas, my sister
would still be around and that doll wouldn’t be trying to crawl into my bed.

My sister though, she was such a loner. Even if she
was my twin, we were such opposites. She stayed mostly indoors to read her
books and browse the web. It wasn’t that she wasn’t attractive, she just
preferred different things. She just had an imaginative mind and found that she
didn’t really fit into the real world.

Between you and me please keep this a secret, as you
are my trusted friend. I know its not right to talk about someone else’s sex
life, but she was my sister, and she is gone now.

Oh yes, there they are now! The screams, right on
time. They always happen about this time of night. They’re just noises. I swear
to you there is nothing up there. I will even show you after we have had our
drinks and talked a bit. It has been such a long time since we traveled
together, you and I. Our last trip was such a beautiful trip down the Oregon
and California coast.

Yes, it really does sound like somebody is having sex
upstairs, but never mind, where was I? Oh yes, the stuffed bear I brought home,
you remember the one? The one that we found in Africa.
It was strange to find such a stuffed toy there. Something about it belonging
to an old colonial period explorer. Dr. Armitage, I believe, is who they said
it once belonged to, or at least one of his children. They said he found some
ancient ruins of a lost tribe or something. But he was the only one to find it,
all other explorers after him have failed to relocate it. So its just a legend
or a myth, perhaps even a hoax.

They say he found something that took his wife, and
later his daughter when she grew into womanhood. For in the ruins, they said,
was a temple dedicated to some strange god; a god of lust. All those who prayed
to him and lived in the ancient ruins of that city were all woman. It was sort
of like an Amazonian tribe.

The murals and stone craft artwork that we saw were
absolutely amazing. That is, if they were real and not just the work of some
perverted local with stories to tell. But whoever made them spent a lot of time
on them, carving out the details of those woman and their beautiful naked
bodies. There were so many of them, I couldn’t believe how many there was. And
the graphic scenes would put our modern porn industry to shame. What were half
of those things, those monsters? Some were recognizable, at least to a degree.
Many had human forms and reminded me of werewolves. But some were also, I
guess, werezebras and elephants, and then there were the hybrid things; the
winged snakes or the three headed beasts, with each head a different animals:
Like a lion, a goat, and an eagle.

Such awful perversion. It was amazing to see what
other cultures found acceptable, wasn’t it? I have to admit that for all it’s
strangeness it was pretty erotic. I know its not really acceptable to talk
about such things now, but it does have relevance to my sister, I think. Oh,
there it is again. The noises do sound like someone is getting a real big cock
stuffing, eh? And my sister had a very tight pussy. Do you remember those
monsters? They had 'monster’ sized cocks and some looked to have two or more
between their legs. Not like there is anything like that up stairs now having
its way with my sister. Monsters don’t exist. This is just an old house and a
storm is beginning to brew. I also think this old house has rats, big ones. I
think they live in the walls and in great numbers. By the size of them, I
wouldn’t be surprised if it was them breeding and fucking inside the walls to
multiply their numbers.

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