Fräulein von Fotze: CAW 11

[DoyleGentry]

Tabitha von Fotze didn't know what was happening. The night was unusually cold as the fog about her clung to her clothes and skin. The party she was escorted was definitely not what she had been expecting. She was told it would be a gala evening with opera and orchestra, it turned out to be an orgy in disguise. It wasn't that Fräulein von Fotze was shy about sex, she was a very sensuous woman and quite often used that to her advantage with her many lovers. But this party made her skin crawl. It was just sex, not love making. Everywhere she looked people were screwing. The living room had people writhing against each other, the bedrooms were worse. She didn't dare venture to the kitchen, if she had, she would have seen food being used for 'perverted' uses.


Fräulein von Fotze discretely slipped out a servant's passage and through a side door as she escaped the party. Soon after she heard her partner calling out for her from the front door, cursing her for vanishing on him. From his tirade, she had discovered that he had collected money from certain influential men who desired a few moments alone with her.

Tabitha, slipped away easily enough in the fog and shadows, but to her dismay, she eventually lost her way and ended up wandering aimlessly.

She stopped for a moment to rest against a wall and try to find something recognizable, a landmark of any kind. The fog parted for a moment and she thought she was along the Kurfürstendamm.

"Mein Gott!" she gasped.

Had she really wandered so far from home that she ended up on the far side of the city? She thought she briefly heard the deep chuckle of a man somewhere nearby but quickly dismissed it as part of her sudden fear that she was too far from home.

Had she been able to keep her senses about her, Fräulein von Fotze would have remembered the stories going around the previous few weeks. Stories which seemed to have started about the time the Third Reich had started their experiments with the supernatural. She quickly pushed off from the wall and tried to make her way back home, but every time there was a break in the fog, she was further from home. The next opening she was able to see through, she was standing on a hill some distance from Berlin.

"How did I get here!" she wailed plaintively.

"I brought you here," a voice said to her.

"Who are you?" she said in fear.

"Call me Nebel," the disembodied voice replied.

"Herr Nebel, please take me back to the city," she pleaded.

"Not yet, Fräulein," he said from nowhere. "The night has only begun, and I am starting to have fun."

The mists closed in tighter about her, penetrating her clothes, slipping beneath the fabric to tease her skin. Tabitha was mortified at how easily Herr Nebel was able to touch her despite her garments. She brushed at herself, trying to get rid of the sensation of fingers touching her. He clothes were pulled from her body, the sounds of tearing fabric startlingly loud in the silence of the countryside.

"NO!" she cried out as she tried to cover herself and retain a level of modesty.

"YES!" he said back firmly.

The mists wrapped about her and pulled her arms out to her sides, stretching them almost to their limits. Fräulein von Fotze moaned at the pain in her arms, then the pain in her hips as her legs were forcefully spread. No human could have had the strength to pull her body as strongly as Herr Nebel had, but he was not human and she knew it.

She felt the clinging mists close tightly about her body, caressing her skin. It played with her ample bosom, tugging her cold stiffened nipples until her breasts were being pulled upwards. She struggled as best as she could, but to no avail as the mists tightened about her, squeezing her breasts almost painfully as they probed at her folds until it came across her bud. To her embarrassment, it didn't take long before her passage started to get wet and she felt an unusual pressure against her opening.

"No!" she screamed, only to have her complaint cut short as she felt something slip into her mouth and start down the top of her throat.

Fräulein von Fotze gagged at the oral intruder's persistence as it slipped deeper. Her vain attempts at escape seemed only to feed the strength of this Nebel creature as it forced its way deep into her passage.

Nebel chuckled evilly as it wrapped itself about her body, tightening about her torso and limbs as it violated her. Nebel formed a slim tendril and slowly worked it into the young woman’s anus in such a way that she wouldn’t notice it until he wanted her to. It then started to manipulate itself to start to stimulate her body, thrusting in and out of her passage and throat, slowly increasing the size of each tendril of mist until it had stretched her passage and throat to almost painful limits.

Fräulein von Fotze was amazed that she was still able to breathe about the tendril in her throat and that it seemed as if it had divided to push into her lungs and further down into her stomach. She could feel the tendril in her passage pulsing and thrusting as she tried to resist the sensations and keep control of her body. It was a fight she knew she would eventually lose, but her self respect kept her from accepting the pleasure.

Nebel kept thrusting and slowly started stretching the young woman’s anus as he slipped the tendril about the inner curves of her intestines. Soon his penetration of Fräulein von Fotze was so complete that the ends of the tendrils touched each other in her stomach and became one continuous loop through her body. He had slowly soaked into every pore of her body, replaced the normal water in her cells with its own. This gave Nebel complete control over her body and the sensations she would feel.

It didn’t take long before Fräulein von Fotze started to moan as the pleasure in her womanly passage persisted and built to new heights. Nebel eased his hold on her torso and limbs so she could squirm and writhe as waves of pleasure flowed through her now possessed body. Her moans and whimpers of pleasure lasted for hours as Nebel continued his stimulation of her passages and clit until she finally passed out.

Not long after that, Fräulein von Fotze’s body slowly dissolved as the sun rose and chased Nebel away from the city in search of a place to hide.

It is said, that on particularly foggy nights, one may encounter the ghostly form of Fräulein Tabitha von Fotze as she walks the streets trying to get home, and, if you listen carefully, you might hear her final moans of pleasure from the hills around Berlin.

[ELaken-Palmer]

Raped by the weather? Now I've heard everything. A very unusual and creative story with a little German folklore tossed in for good measure. The use of the CAW11 photo theme was also very good and fit right in.

[Daddycums]

Spooky! A well-done erotic ghost story. Normally I would call it too dark for my tastes, but your unusual premise and ghastly tale had me spellbound to the end.

[DoyleGentry]

Thanks. I wanted to get something in for this CAW and realized that it was the 31st. I was alone and was able to get a good block of uninterrupted time to work on this.

1,181 words in a few hours isn't bad. I just wish I could produce that (or more) on a daily basis.

I might try to rework it after the CAW results are in.

[DoyleGentry]

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[BlackRonin]

Well of course I can't help but enjoy any story with genre elements and a moody, atmospheric setting. It's an unusual variation on tentacle porn, and I found the period Berlin setting intriguing. Although it would have been nice if a few of these elements had had more room to shine, I don't think the story's brevity hobbles it all that much, as it still feels like a complete narrative with a good sense of pace despite being less than 2000 words -- which is actually quite remarkable.

A few stylistic bad habits trip you up, the most prominent being several glaring adverbs. Example: "She wailed plaintively." Like most attributive adverbs, this is not only awkward to read, it's also redundant; wailing is almost by definition plaintive, so it can just go without saying. Also pretty suspect is the use of "wandering aimlessly." Not only is this a cliche, it, again, is rather redundant; does anyone ever wander with specific purpose? Is that even a thing you can do?

[UKM40]

An unusual story and not normally my cup of tea but I enjoyed it none the less. Well done.

[DoyleGentry]

Originally Posted by UKM40

An unusual story and not normally my cup of tea but I enjoyed it none the less. Well done.

I am glad you enjoyed the story.

Originally Posted by BlackRonin

Well of course I can't help but enjoy any story with genre elements and a moody, atmospheric setting. It's an unusual variation on tentacle porn, and I found the period Berlin setting intriguing. Although it would have been nice if a few of these elements had had more room to shine, I don't think the story's brevity hobbles it all that much, as it still feels like a complete narrative with a good sense of pace despite being less than 2000 words -- which is actually quite remarkable.

A few stylistic bad habits trip you up, the most prominent being several glaring adverbs. Example: "She wailed plaintively." Like most attributive adverbs, this is not only awkward to read, it's also redundant; wailing is almost by definition plaintive, so it can just go without saying. Also pretty suspect is the use of "wandering aimlessly." Not only is this a cliche, it, again, is rather redundant; does anyone ever wander with specific purpose? Is that even a thing you can do?

Thank you for your comments. I have heard 'mournful' wailing at funerals so I felt the need to make sure the difference was there. Then there's there wailing of the banshies one hears of from the old tales from the U.K.

I tend to wander when I head out. I have a destination in mind almost every time and if I have enough time on my hands, I'll keep heading in the same direction, but take different routes. "Oh! That looks like an interesting side street. I wonder what the architecture down there is like." *Wanders down the side street while making sure I don't get lost.* Aimless wandering leaves things open for the chance to get lost.

[Hornycountryboy]

Hmm that was definitely different. I enjoyed it but I found that I wanted more before it ended, as apposed to some stories where I am looking for more. Please don't take that as a bad thing, because I did enjoy it, a little eerie but held my attention.

Good luck!

[DoyleGentry]

I've been thinking that after the competition, I might expand on this story.

[ejls]

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[ejls]

Wow. I was not expecting a story like this and yet I am so pleased you entered it. The one thing I love about the Calling All Writers challenges are the different types of entries we get to read.

At first, I thought this woman would run the streets and perhaps be raped, or find true love, or I don't know - maybe become a nun after entering a church. I never saw this turning into a mystical, supernatural tale.

Did I notice some errors - sure. Did I notice some flaws - sure. So what. This story held me on the edge of my seat, holding my breath. I loved the ending.

Congratulations on your first entry.

[Wee Hector]

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[Twistedsister]

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[darthel0101]

Originally Posted by ejls

I never saw this turning into a mystical, supernatural tale.

…This story held me on the edge of my seat, holding my breath. I loved the ending.

Congratulations on a well written, suspenseful, surprising, story.

[ejls]

[DoyleGentry]

Thanks for the 'bumps' everyone. :D I''m glad to know that people like this little piece.

[Hornycountryboy]

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[darthel0101]

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[snowleopard3200]

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Loved the story, showed it to my lady friend and sister; they had chills running down their spines. They loved it as well. Hats off.

[ahorsewithnoname]

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[ahorsewithnoname]

motherfucking bump to get these stories to the top and JoeFuckheadDirty (and his little troll pornvision) below

[DoyleGentry]

Originally Posted by snowleopard3200

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Loved the story, showed it to my lady friend and sister; they had chills running down their spines. They loved it as well. Hats off.

Stick around. I've decided to try to expand the story a bit more once the CAW voting is complete.

[Wee Hector]

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[DoyleGentry]

Originally Posted by ahorsewithnoname

motherfucking bump to get these stories to the top and JoeFuckheadDirty (and his little troll pornvision) below

Thanks for doing this to get the CAW entries back to the top. I was thinking that the Sex Stories and the Pic & Movies forums had been converted into trash talk forums.

We need a forum specifically for trash talk and sock bashing so the other forums stay clean.

[Hornycountryboy]

All aboard the bump train! Choo choo!

[Dizzyworks673]

Going for a ride on the crazy bump train!

[DoyleGentry]

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[darthel0101]

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[ahorsewithnoname]

Last weekend of voting bump!

[curiousscouser]

I'm not sure what I was expecting from this story, but a woman being raped and murdered by supernatural fog certainly wasn't it!
I've a fondness for well-written tentacle porn so this story was right up my alley. I'm looking forward to reading the extended version

Well done Doyle, and good luck in the challenge!

[Hornycountryboy]

One last push!