Oubliette

Oubliette

I don’t know what possessed me. The old man who lived there was known to be antagonistic, but I had no intention of being seen by him. Nobody really knew him, few had actually seen him, and his presence was universally loathed, but for some reason I had decided that I needed to see the inside of his house. I hid myself in the woods outside the imposing brick structure for a number of days before attempting to enter. I watched his movements and came to know his patterns. He regularly took a long walk in the early morning and was often gone for hours before returning. That would be my time.

I came prepared. I had three flashlights with me, my phone, and a video camera. While I waited for him to leave, I took a few stills of the building. There were two main floors and an attic under the eves. The brickwork was plain and no ornamentation highlighted the windows or doors. Moss grew on some of the bricks, but no landscaping surrounded the property. It was a plain house in a wild setting, at least two miles from the nearest neighbor. I could not guess at the vintage of the house, but it was clearly old. No one remembered any previous owner, but since the man who lived there was so old, we all assumed he inherited it when he was young and had lived as a recluse ever since. I had known about it all my life, and as a teenager, my friends and I would dare each other to just come within sight of it.

Today I would surpass that teenage dare and actually enter. I knew that once I had edited the footage together and posted the finished video, not only would I be a hero among my peers, but I would be a superstar among the urban explorers on the internet. It seemed like an eternity now that the time had come, but eventually he headed out for his morning walk.

I gave him a good ten or fifteen minutes before approaching the front door. As I expected, it wasn’t locked, so I gingerly let myself in. The interior matched the exterior. It was simple and old, and while there was no moss growing anywhere, everything was covered with a thin layer of gray dust. The cushions on the chairs and sofa looked as if no one had sat on them for decades, and the few oil lamps I saw scattered around, there was obviously no electricity, also looked unused. The bedrooms upstairs were in a similar state, with the beds covered in so much dust that it was clear they had remained undisturbed for many years.

I was puzzled and decided to check out the kitchen. I knew the old man had been living here for years, but I began to wonder just how he lived if he wasn’t sleeping on the beds or sitting on the furniture. The sink did not contain a faucet, but rather an old pump, and a dry bucket sat under the drain hole. The stove was clearly designed to burn wood, although I had not seen a wood pile anywhere near the house, and there was nothing resembling a refrigerator in evidence. The cupboards contained a small collection of dusty dishes, cups, and eating utensils, but I could find no food. A few pots and pans sat on the shelves near the stove, and a small table with three mismatched chairs occupied the center of the room. Again, everything was covered with a thick layer of dust that betrayed their disuse.

I had been filming and offering a running commentary as I wandered, but once I made it through the kitchen I stopped. It was all just too odd. I looked out the window to the back yard and wondered at the stillness. Nothing seemed to stir. Even the leaves on the trees seemed frozen in time. I was beginning to feel it was time to hightail it out of there, when I heard a slight creak behind me. The stillness was so deep that the slight noise made me jump. I turned quickly but there was no movement. I took a deep breath to calm myself, which was unusual. I didn’t startle easily, but I guess the creepiness of the place was starting to get to me.

As I turned to go, I noticed that the door next to the stove was slightly ajar. I really hadn’t noticed it before, but I didn’t remember it being open. My curiosity got the better of me and I crept to it to take a quick look. It opened onto a rickety looking staircase that led to a stone lined basement. “One more peek won’t hurt,” I thought as I flipped on the camera and began my narrative.

The basement was totally in keeping with the rest of the house, everything was old, disused, and covered with dust. Like the first floor, the basement was divided into smaller rooms. I wandered through for a few minutes, and while I didn’t notice anything particularly unusual, something felt off. The floor wasn’t even and each room seemed to angle a bit lower, as if going deeper into the earth. There were no steps and the angling was slight, so I didn’t think much of it. What I did begin to notice was that the basement seemed much larger than the first floor. I decided I had seen enough and turned to head back up the stairs to the kitchen. But as I retraced my steps, the floor continued to angle downwards. Thinking I must have made a wrong turn, I turned around again, but no matter which way I turned, the path always led deeper and deeper underground.

At this point I began to get worried. I shut off my camera and pulled out one of my flashlights. In the first few rooms there had been small cellar windows at ground level, but I had lost count of how many rooms I had passed through since I had seen one of those. The flashlight offered plenty of light and I once again tried to calm myself. “It’s just an old house,” I told myself. “And even if the old man catches me, what’s he going to do? Just yell at me probably and tell me to get out.” I allowed myself a moment of quiet as I took comfort in this. Right now I would actually welcome his anger. At least he would be able to show me the way out.

I continued to wander, having long lost any sense of direction except for my certainty that every new room led me downwards. I came to a large empty room with a smooth stone floor and smooth walls, as if it had been carved out of a single giant stone. I realized that I must have been down here for a few hours at least, and I was getting tired, so I sat against the wall to rest. I set the flashlight on the floor beside me and it flickered a couple of times before going out. I reached over to pick it up, but in the total darkness that surrounded me I knocked it over and could hear it rolling away. “No problem,” I thought, “I have two more.” I pulled a spare from my jacket pocket, but it wouldn’t go on. “That’s odd,” I thought, “I put new batteries in them all before I left this morning. They should all be good for hours and hours.” The third flashlight also refused to come on, and I began to get worried again. Then I thought of the camera. It had its own light, all I had to do was film my way out of here. But when I pulled it out of my pocket, it was dead as well. Even my phone refused to work.

I listened to the darkness and wondered what to do. “The old man must be back from his walk by now,” I thought, so I started yelling for help. To my surprise, my voice fell flat. I had expected it to echo endlessly in the stone rooms, but no sound returned. It was as if the walls were absorbing every echo and holding on to them. Despite this, I continued to yell until I was horse and worn out. I must have fallen asleep because I suddenly found myself starting awake, although in the blind darkness it was hard to tell if my eyes were open or closed. I arose, fighting back a sense of panic, and felt the walls until I found a door. I stepped through it, again feeling as if I were angling down a few inches, and began calling out again.

I had no idea how long I had been here. Hours, certainly, a day? Two days? I wondered if anyone would think to look for me here once I was missed. I hadn’t told anyone I was coming, I wanted to surprise them all with the footage. I felt my way along the stone walls, entering every door I found, sensing myself descending deeper and deeper into the earth. At last I found a round opening that somehow felt unconstructed, as if it were the opening to a cave. The air was cooler and somewhat damp, and I wondered if I should enter, but upon circling the room, I could find no other exits. I knew I had come in through a door, but it was nowhere to be found. With no other option I hesitantly walked into the cave.

The environment was instantly different. I could hear water dripping, the first sound I had heard since entering the basement. I also had a sense I was being watched. I could hear shuffling sounds in the distance and I wondered how large this cavern was. Something like a spider web brushed across my face and I jumped at the unexpected contact. “Hello! Is anybody here?” This time my voice did create an echo and I could hear it bouncing around many small rooms beyond this one. As the echo died down I heard the shuffling drawing closer, although it did not sound like footsteps. It sounded as if something were being dragged or pushed along the floor. “Hello!...Who’s there?” The darkness was still complete, and despite straining my eyes until they hurt, I could make out nothing

There was no response, only the slow steady approach of this unseen presence. The terror growing in me prompted me to run, but without the use of my eyes, I knew I didn’t have the slightest chance of escape. I stood still and continued to plead for answers. “Please, who are you? Where am I? How do I get out of here?”

By now the presence was right in front of me. I could feel his warm breath as he circled me. He seemed to relish my fear, wanting to drink it in for as long as possible. His breathing bordered on a hiss, and I thought I felt a slight touch on one arm, and then the other before he withdrew and I heard a soft laughter echoing in one of the other rooms.

I followed the sound, only to be ambushed and forced to the ground. It felt as if fifty hands were holding me down. But they weren’t just holding me down, they were actively exploring my body. The fingers were hard and sharp, like knives, but he made sure not to break the skin. Clothing, however, was another matter. Within seconds my jacket was shredded, and I heard the sound of my camera as it made contact with the far wall, and shattered. A large tongue licked the side of my face, too large to be human, but smelling of man musk and cum.

The claws continued shredding my clothes until most of my body was exposed. While I could not see his form, I sensed that the bulk of his body was crouched over me, just an inch or so from my naked flesh. His tongue moved down my torso, and before long he had tasted every inch of the front of me, lingering at my dick just long enough to make me hard. Having finished the front, he turned me over and proceeded to lick me from behind. The hands were beginning to pull away and I could feel a more human form settling on top of me. He placed his legs between mine and forced them open with his knees. I could feel an enormous cock sliding along my crack and had a good idea where this was going.

His tongue wrapped itself around my neck as he slid his hands under me to lift my torso off the ground. Without warning he plunged his dick deep into my ass. I tried to scream at the unexpected invasion, but his tongue had reached my mouth and was making its way down my throat. He only made the initial thrust into my ass, but I could feel his dick going deeper and deeper into me. His tongue also continued its progress, and soon I felt as if my entire insides were filled. I could feel him squirming around in my belly and chest, and when the two explorers finally met, I felt them wrap around each other and contract violently. It felt as if I was going to explode.

He disentangled himself and slowly withdrew, leaving me both relieved and feeling empty. He climbed off of me and rolled me onto my back. I wondered what he was going to do next, but he gave me some time to recover, moving away slowly until his sounds disappeared into the distance. I laid there in shock, wondering how I had survived such an onslaught. Now that he was no longer in me, I was panting and trying to catch my breath. I had not been able to breathe at all while his tongue was in me, but it seemed I didn’t need to. I struggled to stand, determined to find a way out. While the presence had taken on a roughly human form to fuck me, I was sure he wasn’t human. The multiple hands and hard sharp fingers were certainly not human, and neither were his extraordinary dick or tongue.

I made my way through a number of rooms before I found anything. When I walked into the last room, I heard someone jump and then he whimpered, “Please, not again.”

“Who is it? Who’s here?” I asked in amazement. It was the first human voice I had heard since descending into this hell.

He was silent for a long minute before replying, “Are you real? Don’t play a joke on me, that would be cruel.”

“I’m real,” I said, moving into the room, “Who are you?”

“No one,” he muttered, “Not any more.” I felt my foot come in contact with something that felt like a board, but it moved when my I touched it, and he let out a cry. “Ow! Don’t hurt me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, “I’m just trying to find my way out.”

“There is no way out,” he stated flatly. “I looked for years. Once you reach the cave, you’re his.”

“Who is he?” I responded, then thinking of my encounter with him I added, “What is he?”

“I don’t really know, a demon, an alien, a mutant. I have no idea. Whatever he is, there’s no escape.”

He began to sob and I asked, “Umm...How long have you been here?”

“I don’t know. Years.” He thought for a minute and asked, “What year was it when you entered the basement? How long have you been wandering down here?”

“Not long,” I answered, “A few days at the most. It’s twenty twenty.”

“My god,” he whispered, “Twenty twenty.” He paused, “Seventy three years. It’s only been seventy three years. It feels like a thousand.”

“So you came here in…” it would take me a minute to do the math for myself, but he beat me to it.

“Nineteen forty seven, just two years after the war.”

I was stunned. “But, how have you survived? I haven’t seen any food or water yet.”

“There isn’t any,” he mourned.

“But how…?”

“He feeds me. It keeps me alive, but it’s not enough. I’ve wasted away over the years, but somehow, I’m still here.”

I realized that the board I had kicked earlier must be his leg. I reached down and felt his cobwebby skin stretched over his leg bone. There seemed to be no muscle left, or so little that it was barely noticeable.

“Yup, that’s my leg,” he sighed, “Or what’s left of it. “There’s only one part of me that functions normally anymore, nothing else seems to work. I haven’t moved from this spot for years. I can’t.”

“Do you want me to help you up?” I offered. “What has he been feeding you?” I felt upward from his leg to find his torso, but was surprised to find a sizable set of balls and a large erect cock dangling from his bony hips. “My god!” I gasped in astonishment.

He let out a rasping laugh, “Yeah, that’s all that’s left. It’s what comes from eating nothing but demon seed for seventy three years.”

“You mean…?”

“That’s it,” he sighed, “Morning noon and night, nothing but cum. And it doesn’t just come out of his dick. He uses every part of his body to fill you. Every inch of him can pump cum into you. How much of you has he fucked so far?”

“Umm, my ass and my mouth. It was…”

“Yeah, well, get used to it. He will fill every orifice in your body. Every one! It doesn’t seem like you could survive it, but you do. Eventually, when he has done them all separately he will do them all at once. It feels so good the first time, but as you grow weaker it will begin to hurt until it becomes unbearable and you wish you were dead. I don’t know how I’m going to…”

Just then we heard a faint shuffling in the distance and knew he was coming. The remains of the man beside me reached over and clasped my arm weakly. “God! Don’t leave me! I don’t think I can survive another...His skin has even been penetrating my pores these days, and it feels like he’s fucking the spaces between my cells. I’m afraid he’s going to fuck me so hard I just dissolve into my constituent elements and nothing will be left. The entity entered the room and I heard what sounded like a hissing laughter. He moved onto my companion, his bulk pushing me aside as he enveloped him. I heard a short muffled scream and then silence. When I heard him move again, I reached over to comfort the wasted man, but found only bones where he had been.

I wanted to run, but I still could see nothing in the darkness. I wasn’t even sure what direction the door was in. Plus, the creature was still in the room, I could hear him moving. The sounds came closer and the many hands forced me down to the floor on my back. I sensed what felt like thighs on either side of my head, and felt his enormous penis rubbing against my face. Again, I knew where this was going, but I wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. While he held me down, one of the hands slid under my neck and lifted it up, while another hand forced my mouth open so he could fuck my face. Once inside, I again felt his dick expanding down my throat and into my gut. His balls were bouncing just under my nose, and, to my surprise, they each started to force themselves up a nostril.

It took a moment for the panic to subside, and once I realized I didn’t need to breathe while he was doing this, I kind of relaxed. He must have sensed this because as soon as I did, he leaned forward and sucked my dick into his mouth, while simultaneously forcing a finger up my ass. I always enjoyed having something up my ass, and a finger was much more manageable than the giant dick he had fucked me with earlier. I wasn’t surprised when his finger seemed to grow broader and longer and I could feel it snaking it’s way through my intestines.

What did surprise me was his tongue. My previous experience led me to believe it was long and broad, and I could feel him wrapping it around my dick as I got harder and harder. What I didn’t expect was how, when the tip of his tongue started playing with my piss slit, it folded itself to a narrow tube and began forcing its way down my urethra. Before long I could feel it encircling my balls from inside my scrotum while the hand with its finger up my ass bumped it playfully.

While he seemed to have filled all my holes already, I knew this wasn’t the case. I could only imagine what he would do with my ears and eyes when he got around to it, and I shuddered to think what it would be for him to fuck every pore on every inch of my skin. It would be like being fucked by a million dicks at once, but I imagined he would wait to do that. Still it gave me something to look forward to. The man who’s bones lay beside us had been right. This was ecstasy, I felt full and complete, as if I had been born for this moment. I relaxed into his ministrations and allowed myself to get lost in the pleasure, soon shooting a thick load of cum into his mouth. As I felt his tubular tongue searching the inside of my balls for every last drop of my seed, His dick swelled to an unbelievable size as he pumped his own load directly into my stomach.

Without a word he crawled off of me and left me to recover. I knew I needed to find a way out of there, that I would eventually end up shriveled and dying on the floor as my predecessor had. I realized that was exactly what he was, my predecessor, the one I was to replace. I wondered how the old man had lured me into this trap. I thought I had come here of my own free will, but now, I wasn’t so sure. Was the creature that wanted to fuck every hole I had the old man’s true form, or was the old man in the service of the creature. I couldn’t know and it didn’t seem to matter much. I gathered up the bones from the floor and created a neat pile in the corner with his scull resting on top of the other bones. I wondered how many such piles must be scattered throughout the cave. I wondered if I would ever hear another human voice or see daylight again before I was reduced to bones. Such thoughts didn’t bear thinking, and I started my search for a way out without fear. After all, what’s the worst that could happen? He could just fuck the life out of me over the next seventy five years, that’s all.