“thump...thump...Thump...THUMP...” The rhythmic pounding shattered Jasmine’s slumber, scattering her vaguely erotic dreams half-formed. Blinking wearily, the young woman wriggled from the rumpled grasp of the bed sheets. Snatching her silk robe from the bedpost, she hastily smoothed the green fabric over her dusky nudity. Jasmine stretched out her hand and snapped on a lamp, wincing into the sudden glare.

“THUMP...THUMP...THUMP...” meaty flesh hammered at her door. Grimacing, Jasmine rushed to the doorway, whispering fiercely through the solid wood, “Quiet! Please be quiet, I’m coming!” The thunderous pounding continued unabated.

With a quick rattle of locks, Jasmine jerked open her apartment door. Framed in the doorway hunched a twisted figure of a man, one hairy fist raised to strike. Humped and deformed, the thick-bodied creature slouched barely four feet tall. Ill-dressed, and smelling of grime and decay, the fellow clutched a small leather satchel to his chest. Watery eyes, shrouded by a heavy brow, peered through hair so grimy; it was no color at all. The man stared up into Jasmine’s pretty face, silently waiting. His staring eyes didn’t blink as he peered up at the young woman through his rheumy blindness.

Although only standing a slight five feet tall, the buxom young beauty towered over the disheveled little man. “How odd he looks,” puzzled the alluring woman, “He’s such a revolting little man...” Still half asleep, Jasmine yawned, “Yes?”

The man shoved his unkempt hair out of his eyes and fidgeted, still searching for something in her face. Jasmine smoothed her tousled black mane unconsciously; the thick curls dripping in a tangled mass over her shoulders and down her back. Her thin robe spread open, exposing a generous portion of jiggling chest. Leering, the gnome smacked his fleshy lips in appreciation. He crudely ogled the comely lass, sweeping his gaze up shapely legs, past tiny waist, and lingering over the naked curves of heavy breasts. He goggled, bemused by the brown areolas staring back at him.

Jasmine clutched the folds of her robe closed over substantial cleavage. “What do you want?” she flushed. “It’s...my god, it’s three o’clock in the morning.”

“Yes! It is!” snapped Mrs. Flemish from down the hall. Pointedly, the old harridan did not slam her door.

Gibbering, the little man mouthed, “Old to young, through madness and death, your uncle passes a life to you.” He thrust the dilapidated leather satchel at the startled girl. Reflexively, she grasped the heavy package, allowing her shift to fall open once more.

The gnarled fellow tweaked an exposed nipple roughly. “Nice tip,” he chortled, smacking his thick lips wetly. His grasping fingers fondled the firm breast, filling his hand with the warm roundness. Shrieking, Jasmine dropping the satchel, striking at the man as he whirled away. Rapping the wall with filthy knuckles, the strange little man capered down the hall and out into the night.

Glaring after the retreating gnome, Jasmine watched him scamper away. When he was gone, she eased the wooden door closed. The solid thunk of the heavy metal bolt drew a sigh of relief from the scandalized maiden. Absently, Jasmine massaged her aching breast, easing the pain from the man’s clutching fingers. She glowered down at the dirty leather valise, transferring her anger to from the messenger to the message.

Uncle Omar had been a traveler, gathering curiosities from obscure parts of the world. Before his last trip, five years ago, Jasmine had delighted in his voyages, vicariously exploring the world through the old man’s stories. He always treated her as his own child, willingly sharing his time and his stories with her whenever he could. That was before his trip through Hungary; before Uncle’s descent into madness. After his return, the grizzled wanderer raved of strange visions and soul quests. He spoke of Great Old Ones, terrifying Jasmine with his descriptions of their strange powers and needs. Her beloved uncle had grabbed her that last day, forcing his aging frame onto her, rending her clothes and shouting his inhuman lusts. Clawing and biting, Jasmine escaped his attempted rape, preserving her cherished purity. She fled, crying and bleeding, into the night. The doctors locked him away after that, sealed away in a padded cell, hidden from sight. Last week, he had finally died there.

Jasmine visited Uncle Omar only once in the asylum. His anguish pleas and screams still haunted her nightmares. Now, this scuffed bundle sagged on the floor at her feet, a last gift from Uncle. All his ravings returned, delivered to her by the filthy little man who pawed her, stared at her like she was some street trollop...

Someone had scratched a strange sigil into the old leather.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor, Jasmine examined the glyph carefully. She noted its curious curves, trying to puzzle out some meaning as her uncle had taught her. The lines of the sigil writhed and twisted in the uneven light, making her pale green eyes water. The raven-haired girl stared hard at the design, blinking away tears. Unbidden, a moan of despair slipped past her crimson lips. For an instant, a shadow passed between her and the light.

Jasmine stretched, her firm thigh muscles trembling with strain. The sexy girl knelt, naked, her robe pooled on the floor behind her. Exhausted, she gasped at the clock. “Dawn!” she exclaimed, startled into speaking aloud. “What? It’s been hours!”

Greatly daring, the shivering girl peered at the sigil in the faint morning light. She gasped, amazed to find the scratches were just that; random scratches in the old leather. There was no glyph. Her mind reeled. The gray fog of exhaustion embraced Jasmine, her naked flesh crumbling to the wooden floor. By sheer chance, the satchel rested beneath her full breasts, the leather warmed by her heart.

After hours of motionless, dreamless slumber, twilight stole into her home. The svelte body twitched and wriggled, tense muscles bunching under smooth olive flesh. Sprawled face down on the cold apartment floor, Jasmine’s body awakened without her. Slender thighs spread obscenely wide. Rippling muscle spasms chased themselves over taut flesh. Like a yogi, Jasmine’s legs bent back over her prone body. Slim ankles locked, toes pointed, bunching calf muscles into sculpted forms.

With agonizing slowness, Jasmine’s back bowed, drawing her feet over her upper body towards her head. Stretching the lovely body to its limits, the girl’s feet finally pillowed in her soft, thick hair. Her unnaturally limber body spread its thighs as wide as possible, displaying the maiden’s chaste nether mouth openly. Joints straining, the lithe lass raised her arms, crossing her wrists in the small of her back. With a last, tremendous effort, Jasmine’s head lifted, drawing her face from the floor. Jasmine’s unseeing eyes stared upwards. Her soft, full lips parted.

The full weight of the small girl’s body rested on her upper chest. Her cruelly contorted position mashed her breasts into the leather satchel. Rivulets of sweat streamed down Jasmine’s trembling body, lending a glow to her flesh in the light of the single lamp. Silent, except for strained breathing, the maiden’s body balanced in its erotically painful display of strength and poise. Hours passed.

Midnight returned Jasmine’s senses to her. Released back into her own body, the dark beauty moaned her agony. Writhing in her punishing position, Jasmine slammed to the floor, panting. Lean, smooth legs quivered and shook. Sweat pooled on the maiden’s hot flesh, dripping down her strained limbs. For long minutes, Jasmine lay shivering, unsure of where she was or how she got there. Intent on every trembling muscle, every screaming nerve fiber of her body, nothing outside herself mattered during those long seconds. Slowly, the familiar furnishings of her cramped apartment penetrated her thoughts, grounding her again in her reality.

Pushing herself to her knees, Jasmine felt a strange tingle spread across her chest. Dark, twisted arcs sketched mad runes on the rounded swellings of her breasts. Shrieking, Jasmine pawed at the flowing marks. As she brushed frantically at the tangled lines, they writhed, skittering over her bare flesh like spiders made from ink. The shadowy tattoos pulsed evilly, embracing her throbbing orbs. The tingling grew to snapping, hissing sparks. Harsh slivers of dark power swept over Jasmine, like cold electricity kissing her flesh, invading her most private parts.

Jasmine screamed, a long, drawn-out wail from the depths of her soul. Even to her ears, the sound seemed very far away, swallowed up by the darkness. Inky sparks played over her nipples, dripping down to splatter over her rounded thighs, soaking her mound with tenebrous power.

The tormented beauty shrank from the strange leather satchel. She scrambled away, cowering in the corner of the small room. Squeezing tears from her eyes, Jasmine huddled in on herself, curling into a ball like a lost little girl. Soft whimpering escaped her throat. Her breasts throbbed as cold fire stung the hot flesh. More tears flowed, sliding slowly down the trembling girl’s face. Naked and alone, Jasmine begged incoherently for mercy. Blessed unconsciousness enveloped her.

A gray, formless mist shrouded the small room. A much younger Jasmine, dressed in one of her high school uniforms, glanced wildly around. No threat instantly materialized. The pretty girl hugged herself, immensely relieved that the black sparks were gone. “I’m going mad!” she sobbed. “I look like I’m sixteen again.”

“For these few moments, at least, you are,” rumbled Uncle Omar’s deep voice. He winced and raised his hands when she shrank from him. “No, my child. I can’t harm you any more. Please, forgive me for what I’ve done to you.”

Jasmine hesitated only a moment before flinging herself into her uncle’s outstretched arms. “Uncle,” she cried, “When you... that’s past and forgiven. You’re here - bless you. Please, you have to help me.”

Sadly, the old man held the tearful girl at arm’s length. “I’m so very sorry, my child,” he breathed. “I’ve doomed you to them with my folly. When they demanded my daughter, I thought to trick them. I agreed, for you know I have no daughter. You have to believe me, Jasmine, I thought it was for my soul.”

The world stopped for the dark haired beauty. “What are you saying?” she whispered.

“I stole a black stone from the alter of Gorothym, a Being of great power. Gorothym is one of the Ancient Ones; dark Powers who ruled long before man. Gorothym is a cruel and vengeful Being. It required tribute for my transgression. It demanded my beloved daughter as its worshiper, if she was pure and found worthy when I died.

“I swear, Jasmine, I didn’t know it meant you. Not until after I agreed to the foul bargain, thinking to cheat it. Not until its hideous desires were made clear to me.”

“So when you tried to rape me...”

“I hoped to save you, my child. I would have raped you, broken you, even sold you as the lowest of whores to save you from the Beast. But now...”

“Save me now, Uncle!” wept the terrified girl, throwing herself down and groveling at his feet.

“Jasmine, my sweet child, it’s too late. Two nights ago, you were examined, judged, and found pure. Last night, you were marked forever. Tonight...”

“Tonight?” she whimpered.

“Tonight,” the broken man sighed as he faded, “you must fetch the stone back to Gorothym. Tonight, and ever after, you belong to it...”

As the dead man faded, the gray mist seeped away. Once again, Jasmine knelt alone on her apartment floor. Glancing out the window, the weeping girl watched twilight descend over her world.

Will drained away with the fading light. No longer controlling her limbs, the buxom beauty dropped to her belly and crawled slowly to the leather satchel. Deep inside her mind, Jasmine screamed with rage and mortification at being made to crawl, naked, to her doom.

Examining the valise carefully, the girl licked at the latch, working the mechanism with her lips and tongue. When it finally clicked, Jasmine grabbed the leather itself with her teeth, worrying the satchel open like a dog. The girl’s body growled deep in its throat. Shaking her head, she tossed the valise from side to side. Jasmine’s long black mane whipped back and forth over her naked flesh, her round bottom twitching as though she had a tail.

Finally, the satchel loosened its hold on her prize. A long, black, stone rod clattered to the wood floor. Whimpering inside, Jasmine padded over to the faintly glowing black rod on her hands and knees. Horrified, the trapped girl’s mind felt herself slowly lower her face to the rod. Sensuously, Jasmine’s opened her trembling, wet lips. Completely obedient to Gorothym’s will, she picked up the rod in her mouth, just like an obedient little puppy with a bone.

Thunder shattered the night. Blue-white lightning blinded her for an instant. Black fire burned dark all around her. Stiff, tight leather wrapped her throat. Iron shackles snatched her wrists, a short chain linking them together. Thus bound, Jasmine knelt on sharp crystal shards, gazing into nightmare made real.

The terrified girl found herself in an immense cavern. The dark obsidian walls, irregular and pitted, rose a thousand feet high to meet a vast ceiling of black stalactites. The rough floor was a maze of towering stalagmites, covered with rough stone pebbles and bits of volcanic glass. A massive stone pillar rose in the center of the vast hall, rising straight up hundreds of feet. Covered with strange glyphs and symbols, the black pillar pulsed with foul, evil light.

Atop the ebony pillar squatted a tremendously large toad. The repulsive creature gazed down at the naked girl from its height with glowing green eyes. In those deep pits of emerald fire burned a fearsome knowledge beyond her understanding. Jasmine knew instinctively that this loathsome, powerful Being was Gorothym.

Scattered around the base of the pillar were thousands of beautiful women, each more desirable than the last. The worshipers knelt on the punishing glass shards. Each girl wore only a tight leather slave collar, and held her wrists shackled before her. The girls writhed in delicious agony, worshiping the revolting Toad. Each slave girl groveled, her lovely face alternately turned upward toward her repulsive deity, then pressed into the dirt. They squirmed on the ground, crying out their torment and lust to Gorothym.

Unwillingly, Jasmine crawled forward on her belly. The groveling girl squirmed through the sharp crystal shards. The pointed stones tore at the whimpering girl’s smooth flesh, but the bloody cuts and scratches faded in moments. Jasmine’s mind vividly felt and remembered the torment of that long crawl, but of the torture, her perfect body showed no sign.

Jasmine crawled for hours, maybe days, past hundreds of slave girls busy at their devotions. The writhing slaves neither looked at Jasmine, nor acknowledged her. Each seemed wholly absorbed in her gyrations, struggling to please her Master. The bleeding, sweating, squirming Jasmine held the black rod in her mouth, face always lifted to Gorothym, her deity. The foul Toad gazed unblinkingly down at Jasmine, watching her slow, brutal progress but giving no sign.

Eventually, the small girl reached at the base of the immense pillar. Rising up on her knees, Jasmine raised her hands, limp-wristed, like a begging dog returning a stick to her Master. Whimpering, beautiful Jasmine pawed at the air, wordlessly crying out for the Being’s notice. The slave collar gripped her throat tightly, forcing the girl’s head up. She knelt, sobbing and whimpering, for countless hours.

Finally, Gorothym blinked. An unseen force ripped the black rod from Jasmine’s mouth, flinging it against the pillar. As it shattered, Jasmine’s will returned. She screamed, her mind unable to cope with her situation. Jasmine’s heart-wrenching sobs shook her tiny frame. The stone her uncle had stolen lay in fragments around her. The stone for which her existence had been traded had been casually discarded. Jasmine collapsed and wept in despair.

The Toad stared down at its newest slave. A heavy iron chain slashed down from the vaulted ceiling. Fast as a striking cobra, the chain snatched up Jasmine’s fetters. Like a thing alive, the chain yanked her wrists over her head, dragging the girl high into the air in an instant. Jasmine struggled for breath to scream, her full weight dangling from her manacled wrists. She spun, naked and helpless, hundreds of feet above the cavern floor.

Her upward flight halted as she hung directly before Gorothym. The disgusting creature gazed at the cowering girl, its glowing eyes burning into her being. The gigantic Toad slowly opened its mouth, slipping its fiery crimson tongue free. Jasmine screamed and thrashed as the wriggling appendage inched nearer to her captive flesh.

With terrifying slowness, Gorothym slid its tongue over the chained maiden. The slimy flesh oozed over her naked thighs, wrapping the girl’s warm rear in a chilling embrace. Jasmine...

• Was chained, arms and legs spread wide. The bound girl arched backwards over a small stone altar. Heavy incense choked her, the smoke forming symbols over her naked flesh. A hard, thick cock buried itself deep in her throat, gagged the struggling girl. The priest thrust against her face, slamming his shaft into her with his full strength. His sweaty nuts slapped her tear stained face over and over as he rammed his huge organ into her mouth. The man screamed, dragging his cock from her lips and spewing burning sperm over her face. Great gobs of the slimy stuff blasted into her eyes, blinding the frantic girl. Jasmine wailed her misery while the priest shot his load into her mouth, letting more of the putrid filth wash over her cheeks and across her forehead. Having used the girl, the priest moved away, yielding his place to the next man in line. Jasmine moaned as another temple priest plunged between her soft lips.

Hanging before Gorothym, Jasmine paled as its tongue blazed with power. The filthy, mottled flesh of its organ carried her fear, misery and despair to the Being. Slowly, the glowing flesh swept nearer again, licking her taut, muscular back. Jasmine...

• Pulled desperately against her leather harness. Bound between the racing traces, the small girl struggled to drag Gorothym’s carriage forward over the rough earth. The fiery sting of the beast-herder’s whip across her naked back urged Jasmine on. Sweat poured down the luscious girl’s body, soaking the dust to a fine sheen of filth. Each slash of the whip split her smooth skin, forcing another ragged scream from her raw throat. Blood trickled down the ravaged girl’s back as she labored to drag the Great Old One forward. Exhausted, the whimpering girl dropped to her knees in the dirt. The herder flogged her harder, curving the leather flail around her body to slash the flesh from her hanging breasts. Jasmine screamed one last agonized cry and dropped to lie motionless, her body broken and bleeding. The lash continued to fall, stripping the skin from her back.

Once again chained before the great Toad, Jasmine shrieked her fear and loathing. More of her essence flowed into the horrible creature, licked up by its monstrous tongue. Still, it caressed her with its mouth, and Jasmine...

• Fell down a long, dark shaft. Crying, the girl tumbled and spun through the air. Finally, she slammed down into viscous ooze. The yellowish-gray mound of roiling protoplasm jelled and dissolved around her. Parts were gooey and slimy, while large masses congealed into rubbery firmness. Jasmine screamed when a huge yellow eye surfaced before her, the pupil focusing rapidly. A long stream of the ooze squirted from the central mass, snaking between Jasmine’s open lips. The ooze solidified instantly, forcing more of the rubbery growth into her mouth. Powerful tendrils wrapped around the struggling girl’s wrists and ankles, forcing her onto her knees with her thighs spread. One enormous shaft groped into her spread pussy, thrusting deep into the writhing girl. Another shaft forced itself into her anus. The shafts pounded in and out of the bound girl, savagely raping her. Jasmine screamed, allowing the oozing shaft in her mouth to penetrate her throat. The trapped girl tensed as the violations pressed deep inside her. The questing tentacles ravished the helplessly struggling girl for long minutes. Defenseless, she squirmed on the edge of a powerful orgasm, almost, but not quite reached. As though sensing her approaching climax, the horror in her pussy shot a viscous black fluid into her womb. Its pulsing ejaculations shook Jasmine like a doll, breaking her rhythm and denying her the pleasure of release. The rubbery growth withdrew from the twitching girl, allowing another to drive into her spread pussy. Eyes wide with horror, Jasmine saw hundreds, thousands of other shafts forming in the ooze. The tentacles in her throat and anus began shooting in unison as the next shaft pounded deep into her mound, building her lust toward another unattainable climax.

As Gorothym fed on Jasmine again, she managed to gasp, “Why?” The Toad’s eyes glowed and Jasmine suddenly understood its hunger for her fear, her despair, and her lust. The grim knowledge of the Ancient One’s craving for her pain and suffering beat against her fragile mind. The alluring slave girl managed to grasp for a few seconds the enormity of her coming torment.

Jasmine would worship the loathsome Gorothym as her God. She would grovel and beg for its attention, for her punishment. She would do this because if she begged hard enough, someday it might let her die. Until then, she would be tormented, tortured physically and mentally so the foul Being could consume her agony and despair. She would spend eternity on her knees, a naked slave slut serving a cruel Master. Jasmine was trapped here, in Gorothym’s temple, forever.

The iron chain released her and Jasmine fell, screaming.