Melon Balls

Chapter Eight: Wet Nightmare

"They killed both of them. Those nitwits killed both of my beasts. They are more potent than I anticipated; I need to up the ante. Caerrus, come." Morcalvus roared after a slight chuckle.

"Are you okay, my lord?"

Morcalvus stood and glared at Caerrus for his vacuous comment. He stomped the ground, causing mighty towers of bones to collapse.

"Does it look like I am okay?! These children think they can stop the evil just because they killed two inadequate monsters. We must show them more of our power. I have a surprise for the little Grimley, and she's getting it more soon than you know. Head to the lower sanctums. We have work to do..."

Morcalvus plodded to the lower sanctums of his dimension, and Caerrus flew behind him.

The girls rushed to Nikki's aid to ensure whether she was injured or not.

"Nikki, are you okay?!" Victoria embraced her and felt around her body for wounds.

Nikki, who was shaking and crying, replied, "Y-y-yes..."

She tucked her head into Victoria's chest and whimpered. Taylor squatted down to their level on the ground, and caressed Nikki's back. Rachael sat on a log, and stared toward the direction of the others with a concerned look. Nikki tried to collect herself and fall asleep in the tent once more, and Taylor allowed her to do this, while Victoria contradicted.

"Taylor, we just fought some thing, and who knows how many other things there are out there! We should stay awake..."

"That does sound very reasonable, but the footprints were precisely the same as the creatures'! We only saw two sets, and we killed them. That signifies that they're gone. We should be fine, and I promise I will protect all of you." Taylor reassured Victoria.

Even though she was slightly nervous about the safety of her sister, she trusted Taylor completely, and went back to bed along with everyone else. Taylor bundled herself in blankets, and fell asleep shortly after doing so. Rachael began to snore, and Victoria helped Nikki fall asleep by utilizing her soothing voice. As the moon drifted across the sky, Taylor's stomach dropped, when suddenly, she experienced a gruesome nightmare that seemed inescapable. Sound was completely absent, and one single glow suspended from above showed Victoria without any clothes on strapped to a steel table with bloody knives surrounding her. Taylor was restrained by intestine-like appendages to a fleshy wall, and she was completely nude. There was no dialogue; only Victoria's scream was heard when a large butcher knife magically levitated into the air, and severed her hand completely off. Blood gushed out, and then her other hand was removed from her arm by a saw made of bones. She was in excruciating pain, and Taylor was useless in this situation. Her wails echoed through the corridors of nothingness. Taylor struggled, and endeavored to use all her strength to bust out, but there was no prevail. Both of Victoria's hands twitched simultaneously, and then a rotten guillotine dropped from above, silencing her. Taylor wanted to cry to the fullest extent, but the dream prevented her from doing what she desired to do. The dismembered hands began to rise off of the ground, and without any forces acting on them, they glided to Taylor's crotch. She was speechless, and glared at the hands somberly. One of them grasped Taylor's penis, and the other one squeezed her testicles securely. They both starting toying with what they grabbed; Taylor's cock was being tugged up and down, and her balls were being pulled. Taylor felt ecstatic, but was predominantly depressed by an overwhelming amount, due to her friend's pseudo death. The hands didn't stop until Taylor had reached an orgasm. When she did, Victoria's hands were coated in Taylor's creamy, sticky, and rich semen. She then woke up breathing heavily, and below her waist, it was entirely sticky and wet. She crouched down by the creek, that was almost rejuvenated, and splashed water on herself. The moon reflected off the water, and lit up the dead forest. Taylor went back to bed, nervously contemplating her wet nightmare, and the sun eventually rose hours later. Except that the forest that the girls were venturing in, seemed to be booming with life. The warm glow of life emanating from the sky terminated all the fog, and brought leaves back from the dead.