The Haunted House - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Cooking with Jennifer

It was starting to become a familiar pattern for Jennifer, and she was not sure she liked it. What she liked even less, was that she was not sure about not liking it. The pattern, was that every midnight she was getting her fucked by someone or something. Then she would sleep until close to noon the next day. After waking up, she would wait around the whole day wondering what would happen next, while puzzling over the cryptic messages left by Samantha Lee in her diary one hundred years before.

Not that it had been all bad, she reflected, as she was relaxing in the tub the day after being raped by her own mirror reflection. There were the water elementals, Hlar and Hlox, whose gentle ministrations in the tub were close to coaxing a climax from her as she lay, moaning softly in the warm water. It was hard to think to clearly when one was having an orgasm, so Jennifer gave it up on thinking until the water began to cool, along with her passion.

She climbed out of the tub to once more quest vainly for answers she desperately needed. To break up the routine, Jennifer dressed before going downstairs. She picked out a black satin bra and panties, a grey blouse, a tan and black tartan skirt and brown leather sandals. Then she ate late breakfast and sat down to peruse Samantha's diary, in hopes of finding a way out of this haunted house prison.

Good morning Jennifer,

I would guess that you met your mirror duplicate last night. It seems appalling to be raped by yourself as the ultimate manifestation of incest, but also wonderful to have a lover that knows your body and desires. That is the chief danger of this house. The longer you stay, the more you begin to like the degradations and start to look forward to them.

I have started to have thoughts about revisiting some of the places in the house when I wake at midnight. I would dearly love to be ravished by my teddy bear again, but I must be strong or I will be lost. Though I am starting to fear that my redemption may be impossible. It is just over a week until All Hallows Eve, and I think that if I have not escaped by then that I never shall. I fear the same may also be true for you, my dear Jennifer.

Jennifer paused in alarm at these words and glanced at the calendar on the wall. Today was October 23rd. She must have moved into the house on the same day that Samantha Lee took possession of it, or more accurately, the same day that the house took possession of Samantha Lee. Jennifer continued reading today's entry.

There are other strange events taking place, and I am not sure how they fit into the schemes of the house and it's demons. The librarian in town is an old woman, and every time that I go into town, she manages to run into me, and has a sharp comment to make. She never comes out and says it, but I think somehow she knows what is going on here. How she fits into what is happening, I do not know, but I am certain she is somehow involved.

If you can, avoid the kitchen tonight. Alas, I fear that my warning will be for naught, as the house seems to have ways of luring you to where it wants you.

Good luck my dear, sweet, beautiful Jennifer

Jennifer put down the diary and sat on the couch, thinking for some time. If Samantha was right, then Jennifer had only a week or so to find an escape from this house. Or what? What had happened to Samantha Lee in the end? What will happen to me, if I do not escape? Her desperate musing were interrupted by the most unexpected of things, the doorbell ringing!

Puzzled and rather surprised, Jennifer went to answer the front door. As an added surprise, she could open the front door without any sign that it had remained steadfastly closed the last few days.

On the front step was a tall man with a long somber face, dressed in a somber black suit that had a plastic black and yellow sunflower on the lapel, and the white collar of a reverend.

A reverend? Jennifer was elated. She could ask him for help to banish the demons and escape the house? But before the request was spoken, she remembered what the horse statue had said would happen if she asked anyone for help. She shuddered at the thought of being mounted by the horse in public, and cringed, retreating a step back into the house.

The Reverend's voice stopped her retreat. "Are you Miss Jennifer Marlowe?" His somber voice matched his face and clothes.

"Yes, I am," she admitted, still holding the door half closed.

"May I come in and talk with you, please?" He asked.

"I....I am not sure that is a good idea," stuttered Jennifer. "It is hard to explain, but it really might not be such a good idea." She had a thought that he might also become trapped in the house.

The Reverend frowned at her severely. "Perhaps if you knew the nature of my business, it might convince you otherwise. I was out for a walk a few nights ago, with the librarian. We saw.... shall we say, a very interesting equine event."

Jennifer gulped and flushed at his words and looked around the house nervously. The house spirits offered her no aid, and no resistance. It was the middle of afternoon, and everything was quiet because the demons were weakest during the daylight. It seemed like she would have to talk to the Reverend about what he had seen. Reluctantly, Jennifer opened the door fully and gestured.

"Perhaps you should come in to discuss this."

The Reverend nodded and stepped into the house. He followed Jennifer to the front room, which was furnished with a big chair and side table, couch, and rug between them. Jennifer gestured for him to take a seat. He sat down in the big chair, with one hand in the side pocket of his suit coat and the other on his knee. Jennifer sat on the couch across from him, with her back straight and knees together.

I hope this is quick, she thought. "So, what exactly did you see? And why have you come to visit?" Jennifer asked meekly.

"I saw you, my dear, stark naked and riding a horse through the center of town. It gave myself and the librarian quite a shock."

"I... I am sure you must be mistaken sir," Jennifer tried to keep her voice from shaking, "I don't even own a horse, and I certainly would not go riding naked through the town."

"Ahhh, a nice try Miss Marlowe," said the Reverend. Now the somber expression on his face seemed to have been replaced by a slight smirk. "But not a good enough alibi in the face of the evidence."

He reached inside his suit coat and pulled out a photograph. He stretched out his arm, offering the image to Jennifer, along with a wink and a leer. Jennifer's heart was pounding as she stood up, took a few steps across the rug, and carefully took the photograph. She returned to the couch and scooped the underside of her skirt as she sat down to examine the photograph.

The black and white image depicted herself, stark naked, and riding on the back of a horse, illuminated by a streetlight. The photographer was most likely standing on the sidewalk next to the light. 

The Reverend's other hand remained in the side pocket of his coat. Perhaps he is holding a whole stack of photographs, she thought. Jennifer swallowed hard, and did not return the photo.

She asked, "I didn't get you name, sir. Nor exactly the purpose of your visit."

"Reverend Andrew Southerby, at your service ma'am," he smiled slightly, "As for why I came here today... Well, my dear, that would be to see you."

Jennifer appreciated the private meeting now, but looked again at the photo in her hands. She wasn't sure where this conversation was going, and nervously reached up to tuck her blonde hair behind one ear.

The Reverend continued, "I told the librarian that I was sure she was mistaken, about you being the woman on that horse. But when I developed the photo..." He pointed to the photograph that she held. "That one clearly shows your face. And I have a few additional photographs from that night. I was considering sharing them with the good people of Palmerville."

Jennifer felt her chest, neck and cheeks flush with the heat of embarrassment. What she had feared was coming to pass. The identity of Palmerville's Lady Godiva would be exposed. How could she show her face in town after everyone knew that she was Lady Godiva? She licked her lips dryly, trying to think of a way to prevent this.

"I see," was all that Jennifer could respond.

Mr. Southerby raised his eyebrows and offered, "But my dear, if you would rather keep the photograph to yourself, I could be persuaded to let you keep that one."

Jennifer's dread almost disappeared with this revelation. "Yes... yes, please."

He offered, "In exchange for the photograph, you will need only provide me with sufficient entertainment."

She looked puzzled, "What exactly would you consider sufficient entertainment?"

The Reverend smiled. "Well, my dear, I only caught a short glimpse of your nakedness last night, and I want to see the entirety. You can start by taking off those clothes."

Jennifer's hope turned to ice, and a shudder ran up her spine. She glared silently at the Reverend. See me naked? A holy man? She wanted to shout a list of profane words, but refrained because he was a reverend. Then she remembered they were alone in her house, in private, and she could use a nude exhibition for the Reverend as leverage against his upstanding reputation. So, her next words were more calculated.

She calmly started, "I would... do no such thing..."

Mr. Southerby's somber face scowled in frustration, confirming to her that he did not hold all the cards in this game of threatened public humiliation.

Jennifer added, "...unless you give me ALL of your photographs."

His jaw worked back and forth, and his scowl continued as he contemplated the offer. His free hand reached into his coat again, and he withdrew three more photographs.

"Deal."

He leaned sideways and dropped the images on the side table next to the big chair.

Jennifer quickly stood and stepped across the rug, bending down to snatch the images on the side table. As she did so, her blouse gaped open above the top button, giving the Reverend an eyeful of her generous cleavage. She paid no attention to Mr. Southerby's lustful stare, as she collected the photographs and returned to sit on the couch.

She flipped through the three new images, along with the one she already held. The three others were more grainy and her face was turned, but as a collection, she was clearly recognizable. Jennifer shoved the photographs, now in her possession, into the pocket of her skirt.

She remained calm and said, "I suppose it's my turn."

She entertained the scheme that she would not be exposed to the town as the Lady Godiva of Palmerville, so long as she had the story of the holy Reverend Southerby visiting the very same Lady Godiva for a strip tease, or a tryst. It occurred to her that a clandestine rendezvous with a lover would be even greater leverage than just a strip tease. How far was the Reverend willing to go?

Jennifer stood up again, and kicked off her leather sandals. Then she pretended to be reluctant, as she began to slowly unbutton her grey blouse. Mr. Southerby leaned back in the big chair, watching. Jennifer pulled her blouse open, revealing her black satin bra. The Reverend shifted in the chair, causing it to squeak and click. The Reverend stared at her deep cleavage as she dropped the blouse on the couch behind her.

"Mmm, you have wonderful tits, Miss Marlowe."

She gave a genuine smile, appreciating the compliment, because she knew she did have wonderful tits. She looked down and unfastened her tan and black tartan skirt. She slowly pushed it down while wiggling her hips for show. Then she let the skirt fall at her feet, revealing her black satin panties. The Reverend shifted in his chair, causing it to creak and click again, and he cleared his throat.

"Now that we are acquainted, do you mind if I call you Jennifer?" he hurried on without waiting for her reply. "What size is your bust Jennifer?"

"Forty-Four-Double-D," Jennifer replied as she bent down to step over her skirt.

The black satin bra provided support and cleavage worthy of a bordello show. She picked up the skirt and dropped it on the couch. Jennifer placed her hands on her hips and turned slightly, posing in her black satin bra and panties. A bulge was visible in the Reverend's pants, and he shifted in the chair, with squeak and a click, and covered his crotch with his free hand.

Jennifer reached behind her back with both hands, which caused her the thrust out her big, restrained breasts. She unhooked her bra and moved her hands around to the front to cradle the large black satin cups of her bra. With a sexy smile, Jennifer lowered her hands and let her wonderful tits tumble into view as she pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it on the couch behind her. She heard the Reverend gasp with excitement and the chair squeaked and clicked as he squeezed the tent in his pants.

Finally, Jennifer hooked her fingers in the waist of her black satin panties and slipped them down as she wiggled her hips for the show. She stepped over her panties and bent down to pick them up, her breasts dangled momentarily before she stood up again. She dropped the panties on the couch behind her and put both of her hands behind her neck, fluffing up her hair and turning side to side, posing like a naked model for his lusting inspection. Mr. Southerby was rubbing his crotch vigorously, causing the chair to squeak and click.

He whispered, "You... are best looking slut I have ever seen." His hand continued to rub his crotch. "You don't mind being called a slut, do you my dear?"

Jennifer was surprised by the Reverend's dirty words. But she was collecting evidence of Mr. Southerby's sinful secrets, and was eager to keep him going. Besides, she was thrilled that her body excited him so much, and she continued her nude posing.

She pretended to be afraid his interrogation, "No, I don't mind... being called... a slut."

"No, I expect not," the Reverend responded with confidence, "I suspect you rather enjoy being called a slut. After all, who but a slut would ride naked through the town?"

Jennifer continued posing, and the Mr. Southerby continued rubbing his crotch, which made the chair click with his movements.

She whispered the confession, "Yes... only a slut."

"Good, I am glad we agree on you being a slut," the Reverend seemed to relax in the chair. "Now my dear, I want you to lift those big titties of yours to your mouth and kiss them."

That demand made Jennifer actually blush a little, and her cheeks reddened. She wasn't sure how far the lecherous Reverend would go, but every request added to his pile of secret sinful behavior that she could use against him. Jennifer slowly moved her hands over her wonderful tits and down her to her hips and back up again. Then she took each of her large breasts in hand, and one at a time, raised them to her mouth, and slowly kissed and licked her nipples until they were stiff. Mr. Southerby squeezed his erection in his pants, making the chair click again.

"Now lie on the rug and show me your pussy," the Reverend ordered, pointing at the rug between them.

Escalating your sexual deviance? The more you do, the more evidence I will have against you, Jennifer told herself. She tried to look meek as she complied. She released her big breasts and gracefully knelt on the rug. The Reverend stared as Jennifer leaned sideways a little and moved her legs around to sit with both legs bent to one side. She reached behind with both arms for support as she leaned back, thrusting her big breasts up for the Reverend to admire. Then she rolled her hips and sat facing him, with her knees up and her feet together.

Jennifer leaned back on one elbow, causing her big tits to shift to the side, and moved her free hand between her legs. Then she slowly and theatrically spread her feet on the rug as she opened her knees. Mr. Southerby licked his lips and rubbed his crotch, making the chair click. With her knees bent, she continued to open her legs, spreading her feet wide to reveal her crotch and the hand covering her privates.

She spoke softly, "My pussy for the Reverend's view, as ordered."

Jennifer's hand slid up and back over her pubic mound, slowly revealing her fleshy pussy lips, until her fingertips stopped above her clit. The Reverend gazed lustfully at Jennifer's exposed treasure. His hand continued rubbing the erection in his pants, making the chair click again. She bit her lower lip with her teeth and slid her hand down over her pussy, and slowly pressed one finger between her labia and pushed it inside. Her finger reappeared, glistening with wetness and she used two fingers to open her labia and show the Reverend her pink interior. She was enjoying putting on this show that made the Reverend mad with lust.

"Ahhh, you are such a fine slut," he murmured,. "Now crawl over here on your hands and knees."

Still curious to see how far this would go, Jennifer closed her legs to the side and leaned forward, rising onto her hands and knees. She crawled slowly across the rug, with her big tits swinging underneath. When she reached the Reverend, he spread his legs, making the chair click. Jennifer crawled forward until her shoulders were between his knees. She looked up at him, and wondered if he would continue adding to her record of his deviant behavior.

Mr. Southerby licked his lips, and ordered, "Sit up on your knees... and beg to suck my cock."

Jennifer continued to stare at him. Her expression was inviting and aroused, while her mind continued to calculate what she could use against Mr. Southerby. She rose onto her knees and held her back straight as she shuffled forward a little, causing her big tits to sway as she continued to gaze playfully at him. Her big breasts touched the insides of his knees and she placed her hands on top of the Reverend's thighs. He flinched a little, to Jennifer's delight, causing the chair to click, and moved his hand away from his bulge.

"Now beg for it," he ordered.

Jennifer asked quietly, "Can I suck your cock?"

She reached up and put one hand on his bulge, and began to rub it.

He gave out a moan, "Mmm," and quickly moved his free hand up to twine his fingers in her blonde hair. He pulled her head down to the bulge in his pants.

Jennifer kissed his erection through the fabric, and kissed it again before saying, "I want you in my mouth."

Finally, as if doing her a great favour, he nodded his head, "Yes, my dear... open my pants."

Trying not to let her true feelings show, Jennifer reached up and undid his belt and buttons and slowly pulled open his pants. His erection tented his boxers and there was a wet spot at the top. She slid her fingers into the opening in his boxers and pulled his stiff cock into view. She used her free hand to press down his boxers and open pants, so that she could see his entire length. Her fist gently squeezed and stroked the shaft up to the tip, forcing a drop of precum to ooze from the end. Jennifer licked her lips as she watched the thick precum drool onto the side of her thumb.

Mr. Southerby's hips shuddered and made the chair click. His voiced cracked, "Mmm... your hand feel so nice around my cock."

He leered at her with a mad gaze that told Jennifer she had him where she wanted him. And literally, had his cock where she wanted that too. A compulsion came over her, and she knew that she would suck this cock, even if he didn't ask again.

The Reverend ordered, "Now suck on it slut. I want to see your pretty lips stretched around my cock."

Jennifer bowed her head as if in prayer, and slipped the dripping cock into her mouth. The precum wet her tongue, tasting salty and warm. She held his shaft with one hand and moved her mouth over the head and down a few inches until her lips met her fist. Then she drew her mouth up, lifting her face so that he could watch her lips stretch tight around his shaft as his saliva-coated cock emerged from her mouth. He was breathing heavily and she heard the chair click again. With only the tip between her lips, Jennifer opened her mouth and descended the hot shaft again. Then she began to bob her head up and down on his cock.

"Mmm, you are such a good cock sucking slut," murmered Mr. Southerby. He continued holding her hair with his free hand as her head moved up and down. "I love watching your big tits jiggling as you suck me!"

Jennifer tried to ignore his crude words and concentrate on sucking his cock so that he would orgasm and then leave. She clamped her lips tight around his shaft and licked the underside of the head with her tongue. His hips moved up and down a little, making the chair click.

"Ahhh my dear, I am going to cum," moaned the Reverend. "I want to see my cum shoot on your face."

His fingers tightened in her blonde hair and he pulled her head up. Jennifer lifted her head and pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked up at him, with her mouth open and her tongue stroking the underside of the head of his cock.

"Ohhhh!" The Reverend grunted.

His cock throbbed in her hand, and a strand of cum erupted, landing on her forehead and hanging down onto her cheek. Another pulse launched a second strand of cum that also landed on her forehead and hung down over her nose. She stroked his cock with her fist and globs of sperm squirted onto Jennifer's cheek, and ran down her chin, dribbling on her breasts.

The Reverend exhaled, "Ohh, what a good slut," he whispered and pulled her hair, forcing her head back and her cum covered face to look up. "Say cheese, my dear."

Jennifer heard the chair click again. She realized with a shock that all of those clicking sounds was not the chair, but a camera. The black center of that dumb plastic sunflower was a camera, and the hand in his pocket the whole time was pressing a button to activate it! And now he had just taken a close-up of her with his cum running down her face.

He released her hair. "By the way my dear slut, I took that picture of you with the camera hidden in this flower," and he indicated the plastic sunflower on his lapel. "I also have been taking pictures of the strip tease and your entire performance. I am looking forward to having them developed."

Jennifer shuffled away from Mr. Southerby, staring up at him, too stunned for words. Her side of this sex scandal story would only be hearsay, but his side of the story had photographic evidence that didn't even reveal his identity. She wanted to bristle in outrage. The Reverend sighed and put his cock away before standing up, leaving Jennifer kneeling naked in front of him.

"Well my dear, I will be sure and tell the librarian, and anyone else who asks, that I came to see you, and now I am certain that it was not you on that horse. No one will question my word... Although," and he paused for effect. "I will probably have to come back and pay you another visit, just to be sure."

"Of course," Jennifer conceded, using the back of her hand to wipe the sticky sperm from her face.

She watched as the Reverend proudly walk down the hall to the front door. He opened it without another word, and left.

After the door closed behind him, Jennifer jumped up and ran to the front door, her big boobs bouncing wildly. She grabbed the door handle and pulled, only to find it impossible to open.

"Damn!" she cursed.

Around her, she thought she could hear voices laughing. Apparently, the demons had liked the show.

Jennifer fetched a towel from the powder room on the ground floor, and cleaned off the Reverend's semen. Then she silently collected her clothes from the couch and climbed the stairs. She retired early that night, hoping to sleep through the midnight creaking and thunderstorms.

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Jennifer was, however, awakened just after midnight, with the expected noises in far off rooms of the house. She tried to block out the sounds, with a pillow over her ears, but the noises just grew louder and louder. Frustrated, angry, and a little sleepy, she climbed out of bed, and tip-toed nude, down the stairs to the main floor, where the noises were originating.

Samantha had called it correctly, the noises were coming from the kitchen. Jennifer crept up to the swinging doors that led into the kitchen. She carefully put her hands to the doors, without making a sound. Then she threw the swinging doors open and stepped boldly through, expecting to see some naked demon waiting for her.

There was nothing.

Jennifer blinked and looked around the kitchen again. Well, there was not nothing, but nothing terribly alarming.

On the cooktop there was a large pot with something simmering in it. It smelled sweet, like chocolate. She padded barefoot over to the cooktop and peered inside the open pot. It looked like a chocolate sauce. She reached in and cautiously dipped her finger in quickly. To her surprise, the cooking chocolate was only pleasantly warm to the touch, despite the glooping sounds it was making. She lifted her finger to her lips to taste. It was fudgy, and delicious too.

"Nice ass!"

"Nice tits!"

Jennifer heard the voices and whirled around, causing her breasts to jiggle.

"Nice pussy!"

She looked around the kitchen again, but was unable to see anyone. Perhaps the voices came from another invisible demon, like Hlar and Hlox?

"Nah, we ain't invisible," came a scornful voice. "We's just small and hiding."

Then a small figure, about a foot and a half tall, slipped out from behind the large flour and sugar canisters on the counter. As Jennifer watched in astonishment, more and more of the small creatures crept into view from where they had been hiding. Creatures was the right word, she observed. They looked like little people, but their skin was green and warty, and they had big hooked noses, pointed ears and teeth.

"Who are you? What are you?" asked Jennifer.

She crossed one arm over her breasts, and held her other hand in front of her crotch, in a vain attempt to hide her nudity from the leering creatures. The hungry expressions on their faces reminded her of Reverend Andrew Southerby.  At least these things didn't pretend to be pious and then demand a blowjob. In fact, despite their lecherous stares, she wondered what there was too worry about from such small creatures. They could not possibly have cocks big enough to threaten her with.

"Oh you will be surprised girl," said the first creature that had appeared. "My name is Taz, and we are the Kitchen Goblins. We are related to the demons under the stairs, but we are nicer than them!"

"Nicer? Really?" asked Jennifer. "So you won't rape me, like they did?"

"Oh sure, we are going to do that," nodded Taz, "But we will do it with much more style! It was real nice of you to try our special sauce there on the stove. It makes things a lot simpler."

"Simpler?" asked a puzzled Jennifer.

"A lot simpler," agreed Taz. "One taste of that stuff and you will do anything anyone tells you to do, for several hours. Which is long enough for us to have a lot of fun with you."

"I don't think so," said an indignant Jennifer. She turned to walk out of the kitchen.

"Stop right there, slut." snapped Taz.

To her complete shock, Jennifer stopped moving as ordered. Strange... I really can't move, she noticed.

The goblin continued with a new command, "Lay back on the kitchen table and spread your arms and legs."

Jennifer moved without her willing to do so, and walked to the kitchen table. She turned around like a marionette and laid back on the top of the kitchen table. Then she spread her arms above her head and spread her legs until her feet were touching the corners of the table. This is crazy!

She heard a bunch of feet pattering, and watched as the kitchen goblins scrambled onto the table, surrounding her. Are they going to cut me up and eat me like cannibals?

Taz nodded, "There will be a feast, but no cutting."

The goblins surrounding her on the table, began to rub their tiny green hands all over her body. They were not very big, but there were a lot of them, and they caressed and prodded all over her body. This is not that bad, she thought, as she lay there. Then she saw Taz and two other goblins carrying the pot of warm chocolate sauce towards her.

"What are you doing with that?" she called out and tried to move, but could not.

Taz grinned at her and they put the pot beside her on the table. Another goblin handed him a ladle. He reached into the pot and filled the ladle with the chocolate sauce. Without a word, he began pouring the chocolate sauce onto Jennifer's big tits. The sauce was warm, and it oozed and spread over Jennifer's boobs almost like it was alive. It tingled where it touched her skin.

"Oh!" She gasped, uncertain what the chocolate sauce would do to her skin.

Taz grinned and scooped another ladle full. He poured more of the fudgy stuff on her big tits, for complete coverage, then dribbled it over her stomach and pale hips. He scooped another ladle and poured the warm sauce on her thighs. This glazing continued until Jennifer was nearly completely covered in the stuff. Taz dropped the ladle into the pot and pushed the pot away.

"Come and get her boys," Taz called out.

The dozen or more kitchen goblins surrounding Jennifer swarmed her and began to lick the fudge from her body.

"Ohh!" Jennifer gasped.

Several of them were licking and sucking the sauce from her large breasts. Each lick of chocolate left a little patch of her skin showing, and the tingling sensation felt so good! Another goblin buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking at her pussy.

"OH!" she wailed.

Jennifer realized that the creatures were now naked, and rubbing themselves against her body. The sensation was quite electric, as a dozen small hard cocks smeared the chocolate over her skin. Small? Jennifer blinked. For such small creatures, their cocks were bigger than she expected. They were not as big as the demons under the stairs, but their cocks were disproportionately large for the size of their small bodies. Each of the goblin dicks were about four inches long.

When Jennifer blinked again, she found that Taz was straddling her neck, and rubbing his cock on her lips as he stared down at her.

"Open your slutty mouth, my dear, and suck my cock!"

With the sauce still making her do whatever she was told, Jennifer opened her mouth wide, like she was at the dentist. Taz slid his cock over her lips and into her gaping mouth. This is not happening, she tried to convince herself.

"Hey boys, there is room for more than one in here." Taz called out.

Another dick in her mouth? A humiliated Jennifer watched two of the kitchen goblins crawl up to either side of her face and dangle their cocks over her cheeks. Two more dicks! Then both goblins pushed their cocks into the available space in her wide open mouth. Now I'm giving a blowjob to three goblins at the same time!? This must be a dream!

While the rest of the pack rubbed their cocks all over her chocolate covered body, Taz and the other two goblins swirled their cocks in her mouth.

"What a nice mouth you have, my dear." moaned Taz, "Time to fill it!"

While appalled, Jennifer was just as frightened as she had been with previous nightly attackers. These little goblins could produce much cum, she estimated.

"Here it cumsssss!" Taz groaned.

She was surprised when Taz spewed enough warm, sticky goblin sperm to flood her mouth completely and dribble over the sides. He pulled his cock from her mouth and stroked it firmly, forcing the last glob of cum from the tip to drip onto her chin. The other two goblins used their cocks to stir the cum filling her mouth.

Jennifer's tongue worked at the back of her mouth as she tried to swallow with her mouth remained open. She needed to empty her mouth so that she cold breathe easier. At least the goblin cum tasted bland and slightly salty like a man's, she thought as her mouth gurgled and she swallowed one small amount at a time.

"We's magical," shouted Taz with glee. "We may not have big dicks, but we can cum four or five times, easily."

Four or five times? Was all that Jennifer could process, and she couldn't say anything because her mouth was filled with two goblin cocks and the remainder of the sperm that she continued to swallow. She was just starting to get her mouth empty enough to mount a decent scream when the next two goblins grunted. Their cocks spewed more goblin semen into her mouth, and then pulled their dicks out.

She thought she might drown in their cum. Jennifer swallowed it hurriedly, but globs of goblin sperm spilled out of the sides of her mouth painting her cheeks white, and pooling in her hair.

She was able to swallow larger gulps at a time, now that her mouth was free of goblin dicks. While she continued to swallow the warm sperm, she counted at least a dozen goblins rubbing their cocks on her body. And if they all ejaculated like these three...

"Oh don't worry," said Taz cheerfully. "We won't run out of cum!"

Jennifer wailed in her mind, as the creature's words struck home. The goblins began to climax, one, two, and three at a time. In a few seconds, her body was literally covered in a layer of goblin semen. Taz grinned wildly at her and began to ladle more of the fudgy sauce onto her body.

He ordered her, "Lift those titties to your mouth, my dear. And lick off some of that cum and chocolate!"

Disgusted, Jennifer was compelled to do as she was told. Her hands reached up to grab her big boobs and lifted them to her mouth. She found herself licking the swirled mixture of chocolate and cum on her breasts. She had already swallowed three mouthfuls of goblin cum and had accepted the flavor. As she imagined, the chocolate made the goblin sperm more palatable. She continued slurping and licking the chocolate and cum, creating clean patches on her tits. The goblins watched, cackling and laughing and stroking their cocks to stiffness again. 

Taz interrupted her working tongue, "We might not be big enough to fuck your pussy, but we can watch you do it for us!"

He held up a fourteen-inch english cucumber and waved it so that she could see. Then he hopped over her knee to stand between her spread thighs. Is he going to...? Jennifer's question was immediately answered as Taz positioned the end of the cucumber at the entrance of her pussy. Then he pushed the thick, smooth vegetable into Jennifer's vagina.

"Ohhh!" Jennifer managed to moan, between licking her breasts.

She felt the cucumber slide deep, and press against the top of her vagina, near her cervix. With the cucumber stuffed as far as it could go, there was a good six inches sticking out of Jennifer's pussy.

"Stop licking, my dear," Taz ordered, "and fuck yourself with the cucumber."

Jennifer immediately released her breasts, causing her big boobs to wobble on her chest. She reached down with both hands, and grasped the length of the cucumber that was sticking down of her pussy. She began to pull it out about half way, her labia clinging to it's thickness as it emerged, wet and shiny. Then she pushed the thick cucumber in, stretching her labia as it slid into her pussy, until she could feel it press against the top of her vagina. Then she pulled it halfway out again, and pushed it back in, a little faster this time.

The goblins stroked their cocks and laughed as they watched the busty blonde, with her legs spread wide on the kitchen table, fuck herself with the vegetable. The cucumber felt good, she admitted to herself. Maybe I can give myself an orgasm before they make me do something else? She continued to fuck herself with the green vegetable, holding the end with both hands. Her arms pressed her big tits together, and her boobs wobbled back and forth in time with her thrusts. Oh, I'm getting close, she felt.

"You are such a beautiful slut, my dear!" Taz cackled.

The other goblins took up the chant, "slut... slut... slut" as Jennifer continued to fuck herself with the long vegetable.

She felt the thick cucumber fill her vagina, and acknowledged she was the star of this humiliating performance for the dozen little goblin creatures. She had no control, and could only do what Taz ordered. She was a slave to his whims, and her body's responses. Now they wanted to see her have an orgasm.

She was close. I'm naked and masturbating with a big cucumber and all these creatures are watching me do it, she reminded herself and surrendered to the bizarre and erotic exhibition. A huge orgasm exploded inside her, and her hips jerked and her big breasts quivered between her arms.

"OHHHHHHH!" Jennifer screamed, delirious with pleasure.

Taz clapped, and ordered. "Stop fucking yourself and pull it out. Suck on the end so that you can taste your own cum."

Jennifer had no choice but to obey, and slid the cucumber out. She held the wet end up to her mouth. It was so wet that it dripped her juices onto her tongue as she put her mouth on the end. Her lips stretched around the cucumber as she took more of it into her mouth, as it were a cock. Then she pulled it out and began licking what she couldn't get into her mouth, sliding her lips and tongue along the sides. She was familiar with her own cum and had no problem sucking her juices from the cucumber. But what was horrible, is that she was still not in control of her body, and was doing this in front of an audience of goblin creatures.

That set the goblins to cackling again, and it was time for round two of her fucking. Taz had not been boasting about how many times the goblins could cum. For the next two hours, all of the goblins ejaculated four more gouts of cum on her body. Her belly button overflowed with sperm. Her armpits were coated in goblin cum. Her hair was soaked in goblin semen. She had swallowed so much goblin cum, she lost track.

Every time things threatened to flag, Taz would dribble more of the warm chocolate sauce on her body, and the goblins would go wild again, in an orgy of activity, rubbing and licking her chocolate and cum splattered body. She thought this carnal goblin orgy would never end.

As the dawn light began to brighten the kitchen, the goblins began scrambling away.

Taz told her, "You will be free of the chocolate's influence in one hour." He smiled at Jennifer, and added, "You have been such a good slut, my dear. I left the chocolate recipe on the counter."

They left Jennifer laying on the table, covered in chocolate and cum.

Continued in Chapter 7

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