The Cone (hard vore - bloody)

[h0mmy]

The Cone

Rachel tried to concentrate on driving amid the clucking of her two sisters in the back seat. She could hardly see the directions she had written on the piece of notebook paper on the passenger seat next to her.

"I wonder if there will be any hot guys there," said Tyra, the blonde of the sisters. "If there are, I'm sure they're all gay."

"Guys or not, if there are any really stupid girls there who are all tits and no brains, we could all get off tonight for the right price," quipped Kristen, the largest and oldest of the three. She hoped she wouldn't have to settle for being a plus-size model.

"Kristen!" exclaimed Rachel. "Enough! We aren't here to fuck guys or get head from a hooker. This could be our shot out of this crappy city."

Speaking of which, Rachel began to notice how this modeling agency had chosen a strange location for their studio. It was on the southeastern limits of the city, where there were abandoned buildings that used to be metal factories.

"Are we almost there yet?" asked Tyra, playing with the blonde locks of her hair. She had on a mini-skirt that left little to the imagination and a tight sweater that bordered on spandex.

"We have two more blocks to--" Rachel interrupted herself as the building they were looking for came into view. It was a large, circular building, looked almost like a cone. It took up 3/4 of the block.

"Look at that!" quipped Kristen. "Looks fancy."

The car pulled up to the block and they began circling, trying to find something of an entrance. They found it on the north side of the block. The door was painted a bright white, a white door in the midst of an otherwise grimy rust-colored spiral cone. Rachel parked the car. The sisters got make-up out of their purses to apply last-minute paint to their faces. Rachel especially wanted to get all three of her sisters signed to this agency so they could forgo college. None of them could afford it.

Another oddity was noted when the door opened without so much as a screech or crack in the building. The room, which appeared to be the lobby, was well-lit, painted a light tan color. There was a single desk to the right. Rachel approached the plain-looking woman sitting reading a magazine.

"Hi, we are here to speak to Mr. Fleming about modeling opportunities," Rachel said politely. Behind her, Kristen was grabbing Tyra's ass, trying to make her lose her composure.

"Would you two quit it!" Rachel snapped in a whisper. If she had to, she'd lock those two in the car and go in on her own.

"Right, right this way," the unnamed woman motioned to a door straight ahead. "You'll need to put these on," she reached under her desk and picked up three boxes. "That room is a changing room. When you ladies are done, you may proceed through the door on your left."

Rachel took the boxes and Tyra giggled. "I wonder if it is leather."

"Kinky!" said Kristen.

The trio entered the "changing room". Much to their surprise, the costumes were simple tan-colored knee-high skirts and white blouses that bordered on t-shirt.

"That is weird," Tyra said. "Maybe they want to see what we look like without any fancy clothes so they can judge how we look naturally."

"Hun if that was the case then you'd have to return your boobs and your hair," teased Rachel. Tyra had probably the best set of breasts of the trio for her body build. Kristen's 38D easily topped her 30CC.

They looked at each other when they were finished changing. The outfit almost looked like a uniform. "Y'all ready?" asked Rachel.

"Let's go," said Kristen. The three ladies, clad in tan and white uniforms and purses on arm, opened the door and stepped through. What they saw stopped them in their tracks. Instead of the fabulous modeling agency with pretty people milling about, the long curved hall that stood before them was much like the rest of the building. The floor, walls, and ceiling retained the rust color. There was a mixture of sewer odor and general body odor in the air. Lanterns that miners used in caves hung periodically on the ceiling.

"What the hell is this?" Rachel asked.

"Did we go through the wrong door?" Tyra the blonde asked.

Right after the words came out, the sound of a woman screaming echoed through the hall.

Kristen jumped and held her two sisters close to her. "Oh my God," she said nervously. "What are they doing to these models?"

"Let's get out of here," said Rachel. She turned back to the door through which they had come and it was...locked.

"KRISTEN! You were the last one in! Why didn't you keep that door open?" Rachel blasted.

Kristen, however, didn't answer, as she was still shaking from the sound of the scream. "How do we get out of here?"

Rachel looked in the vicinity of the door for another crack or stepping stone or something. She tried to scale the walls, to no avail.

"Rach, careful, you're getting your outfit dirty," Tyra said.

Rachel looked at her. "Stupid blonde," she said. "We have to get out of here, Tyra, this isn't a modeling agency."

"I don't think you'll get out here that way," Tyra replied. They both looked out towards the hall. It meandered menacingly towards the left.

"OK, we have to start walking," Rachel resolved. The sisters held hands. Rachel could tell Kristen was still scared shitless. Her hand was shaking violently and she had been uncharacteristically quiet for several minutes.

The sounds of running footsteps echoed. A thud was heard, followed by screams. Female screams. A pitter-patter sound was heard behind them. When they stopped walking, it stopped. They pressed on.

On their right they came to a door. Rachel wordlessly approached it until she noticed it was crawling with spiders. She screeched and jerked backwards. There was no handle on the door and the hinges showed that it was a one-way door. The way in was on the other side.

The pitter-patter behind them continued. Rachel's hands were sweating profusely now, making it hard to hold on to her sisters' hands. They continued to walk slowly, and the hall just continued to meander in the same direction. It didn't feel like they were going up any elevation, and yet the walls didn't repeat themselves so they weren't walking in circles.

They came up on a hallway to their left. All three women stopped. Kristen was on the side closest to the hall. There was darkness down that hall, but at least it wasn't a doorway. They could go through if they wanted.

Nobody said a word. They were all thinking the same thing. Kristen had stopped shaking enough to look around at her surroundings. She looked behind and to her right, and her heart leapt into her throat when she saw would could only be the bone of a human arm. Not far off was a blood-stained lacy bra.

Just as she began to scream, a shadow leapt from the dark hall with an inhuman screech. The creature stopped just outside the hall, and just as quickly as it had landed it had decided upon its prey. With classic animal instinct, it focused on Kristen, the plumpest and weakest of the pack.

Kristen tried to continue her scream but her voice was gone. she was staring right at what looked like a human-sized scorpion. Rachel and Tyra had jumped back to the wall, and the scorpion attacked.

It leapt again, with its stinger cocked back. Its tiny crawler feet reached Kristen first, gripping her arms and legs to make a get-a-way more sluggish than it already would be.

Kristen flailed her arms and legs, and the more she fought, the harder the spiky feet dug into her skin. Fear gripped her and she finally screamed in terror. The feet dug into her so hard that they pierced her skin and she shrieked. Blood oozed out of her arms, legs, and chest.

Rachel and Tyra, meanwhile, were paralyzed in fear. They tried to run. They tried to help their sister but they knew they had to survive and helping would be suicide. But they couldn't leave her either. Finally, Rachel came to her senses and began to run despite the bloody scene in front of her. She stopped, though, when she saw another dark corner up ahead and she couldn't go there alone. They were forced to watch her sister fight fruitlessly with this demonic predator.

Kristen was sobbing and screaming at the same time, yelling out "NO" and "HELP". The scorpion had succeeded, in only a few seconds, in pinning the wounded, dying, and now naked Kristen to the floor in a pool of her own blood. Its feet formed a cage around her plump body. From the front end of the scorpion emerged what looked like a mouth with a set of pinchers.

In the shadows of the dark corner from which the creature had emerged, the pitter patter sound started up again, and Rachel and Tyra knew they'd have to run. Just as they started, Kristen's whimpers turned into gurgles. Blood oozed out of her mouth as the creature had torn off the front part of her breast's flesh and was ingesting it.

Tyra screamed in horror and began running. Rachel looked back as they were running, and stopped.

She saw the scorpion raising its giant stinger, and out oozed some sort of yellow liquid. The stinger swayed all the way back, and then came forward down toward the bloodied pulp of Kristen. Rachel screamed "KRISTEN, NO!"

A loud crunch was heard, along with an agonizing cry of pain that trailed off, which echoed through the hall for many seconds. Rachel and Tyra knew their sister was dead.

Rachel started running again, terror having replaced blood in her veins. Tyra had continued running. Rachel was trying to catch up, because she knew that if they got separated, they were going to die just as Kristen had.

"Tyra, wait!" yelled Rachel. Tyra was on the track team, though, and she had a hard time keeping up. The farther she ran, the more blood stains she saw on the walls. Some were just traces of blood. Some were streaked hand prints. She saw one that was a big splat on the opposite wall, like someone had filled a balloon with blood and thrown it at the wall.

As she continued on, she came across the cocooned body of a woman who seemed to have been plastered up to the wall. Her body was suspended in some sort of leathery substance. She was naked, and there were all sorts of little bite holes on her body. Her body was abnormally white. There were two large holes where her breasts would've been.

Rachel shuddered and kept running. She pounded on doors for an escape. She was met with only hisses and screeches of inhuman predators. Other times she was met with the whimpers and cries of help from still-alive survivors, only to have such cries suppressed afterwards with the sounds of ripped flesh and crushed bones.

In one instance, Rachel knocked on a door, and was met with the fatigued voice of a female: "help me", "save me", "I need water." Rachel heard clawing at the door by the woman, trying to open it but she was too weak. Rachel tried hard to open the door and told her that she was lost too and her sister was dead. A moment or two after she began talking, Rachel could hear shuffling and the woman let out a fearful moan. Rachel helplessly listened. She could hear the woman let out a terrified, "Oh God, NO!" before the sounds of stabbed flesh, screaming, and pounding was heard and felt on the door. The woman's pleas for mercy with her unhuman predator became gurgled. The struggle ceased, and blood started to ooze through the crack of the door at Rachel's feet.

Tyra's footsteps could still be heard up ahead. Rachel saw more and more carcasses of luckless girls plastered to the walls and ceiling, faces contorted in permanent expressions of horror and submission.

Tyra, meanwhile, wasn't in the main hall. It led up to a dead end, finally. She darted into the nearest passageway in desperation. Her make-up was smeared by her tears and sweat. Her tan skirt had fallen off a while ago. Her blonde hair was raucous. She had her focus on what may lie behind the shadows of this new hall, and this proved to be her down fall. Before she knew it, Tyra was treading through some sort of sticky silky goo. Her steps were awkward and hindered her progress. As her arms flailed in her struggle, her arms caught the goo that was on the surrounding wall. Like a fool, Tyra continued to press forward into the goo, her head down and yelping from the pain of her once beautiful blonde strands being yanked out by the sticky substance.

Rachel's heart sank when the footsteps of Tyra stopped and instead turned into stomps. Tyra's voice was echoing as if she were struggling with walking through something. Rachel knew it only meant more trouble, and this time she was determined to save her sister from becoming a human meal.

Tyra became so entangled in the white mess that her movements were limited to little stomps forward. Her arms were spread out on either side of her. When she stopped to catch her breath, she heard the sounds of liquid slurps and that same pitter patter from earlier.

Rachel continued down the hall of death for what seemed like forever, not even stopping to check out the alternate passageways along the way. Rachel came up to a huge wall littered with skeletons and the severed torsos of beautiful but bloody women, though, and it was a dead end. She'd have to go through one of these side hall ways. The sounds of Tyra were now coming behind her anyway, so she had to follow the sounds.

Desperate and exhausted, Tyra finally gave up. She could no longer move in the web-like net that ensnared her. She knew she was going to die. She started to sob. When she looked up, her tears left her and pure fright consumed her senses. On the other side of the passage was the same white web in which she was caught. In it was the ghostly white carcass of a girl, couldn't be no older than 16, decapitated. Her head was on the ground in front of her body. Her calves and thighs were stripped bare of any flesh, leaving nothing but bone. The blood around her was glistening. This was a fresh kill.

Next to this gory scene, an older woman, looked like the mother, was similarly trapped in the goo, vainly struggling to escape. She looked at least 40. There were spider-like creatures, each one foot in diameter, crawling along the web and towards the terrified lady, who, Tyra deduced, had just watched her teenage daughter's body get mutilated. She must have brought her daughter to this "modelling agency."

Without relent, the murderous creatures approached the woman's body, their next meal. The mother was sobbing and begging Tyra for help. One approached from above, two approached the mid-section, and one approached the lower body. Having just witnessed her daughter's death, the lady knew her fate. Claws no longer than an inch emerged from the body of the top spider and pierced the skin of her neck. A shriek that could've shattered crystal was let out by her. The same tan and white outfit the sisters had worn could be heard being ripped off her body to make it easier for the spiders to stab her flesh. Her breasts fell out from the shirt. She had the breasts of the wife on 'Til Death. She felt the pinchers of the other spiders begin making incisions on her breasts and thighs.

After some gut-wrenching ventures into passageways, Rachel found the right one and stepped through. It was lit just as the main hallway was. The sharp scream sent Rachel into a panic. She was sure that some demonic horde was descending upon her sister. She started running down the hall, with no regard for the hiding places that the shadows hid. The smell of rotting flesh began to fill the chamber. Rachel noticed she was stepping in some sticky fluid on the floor and saw more of it on the walls the farther she progressed. She recognized it as the same material that had trapped so many of the girls she had seen in the main hall, mutilated.

Rachel had to fight against her will to turn around. She wanted to save her sister so badly but had to stay alive. She backtracked and found a narrow little tunnel to her right. She ducked below and began crawling.

Tyra watched as blood slowly oozed to the floor off of the lady's shaking body. She then saw that for each spider making an incision, there was another ripping the flesh into bite-size pieces and ingesting. These spiders were about two feet in diameter. The smaller spiders had tube-like appendages stuck into the incised area as they sliced, and Tyra saw blood flowing from the body into the spiders.

Amazingly, the lady continued to scream and struggle against these arachnid predators on her body. The top spider, though, was draining her vocal cords of blood, and soon her squeals were reduced to dry screeches. Abruptly, the screeches stopped with a crunch. The spider had completed its slow beheading of the woman. It gripped the head with its legs, ripped it rather easily from the goo and torso, and tossed it down below.

Rachel was surprised that no horrors lay in this tunnel waiting to kill her. However, the sounds of ripping and sucking from below became louder and louder. She pressed on and navigated through the maze in whichever direction the sounds emanated. She was determined to get to her sister.

The monsters accelerated their feast, unfettered by the movement of their victim. The top spider was rewarded with the drinking of the now spurting blood from the neck hole. Tyra knew it was only a matter of time before they were finished with the lady's body and would move on to suck her blood and tear her apart. She screeched out desperately for anyone to help her. She could only watch as the large spiders began ripping the lifeless flesh of the woman's legs and chomping it down. In no time, the body was very pale and blood had stopped squirting from the neck. The mother's breasts were deflated, having had their internal flesh eaten. Most of the flesh and muscles from her thighs were absent, with the white of her bones clearly visible. The rest of her body was covered in blood.

Rachel heard Tyra's screams as she saw a light down the tunnel. She crawled as fast as she could towards the light. As she crawled out, she was struck by what she saw. To her right was a web of goo, in which was suspended the bodies of the two dead girls. To her left was another web and the trapped Tyra was yelling for joy at the sight of her sister. The sight of the spiders crawling up the web and towards her sister horrified Rachel so much that she picked up the severed head next to her and hurled it at one of the spiders. It fell off the web and onto its back. It let out an angry hiss.

Elated, Rachel picked up the head and continued her assault. She was throwing so forcefully that her shirt had fallen off and she was topless. She tried to focus on the creatures closest to her ensnared sister. She aimed at one of the plumper spiders and was only able to nudge it down farther off the web. Rachel retrieved the head by the hair and swung it at one of the spiders. Down the spider went, hissing along with its fallen brethren, but the head was now stuck in the web as well.

Rachel cursed, picked up the other severed head, and kept swinging. The hissing became louder. Tyra was sobbing and screaming during the futile assault. One of the spiders was already on her stomach and beginning to slice her golden flesh. Rachel saw her sister bleeding and became furious. She yelled, gripped the head, and threw with all her strength at the feasting beast.

She missed.

The young girl's head landed a foot to the left of the target and landed in the silky web with a squish.

"NO!" screamed Rachel in despair. All of the spiders were hissing, even the unharmed ones. A plump spider arrived at Tyra's neck, while two smaller ones began stabbing her perfect thighs. Pain jetted through Tyra's body. She could feel the warm trickle of her blood oozing down her legs. The anguish heightened when she felt like she was taking three blood tests at once as the demonic creatures inserted their straw-like appendages and started drinking the young girl's blood.

Rachel watched, terrified and submitted. There were no rocks or sticks or anything she could use to beat down the predators. She could see the life draining out of Tyra's face and there was nothing she could do. The hissing continued. Unnatural footsteps were heard in the distance. On the other end of the long hall there was a passageway. Since there was nowhere else to go, Rachel made her way over.

The larger spider unsheathed its pinchers. Tyra's eyes darted to the beast beside her. The blades were three inches long. Even though she was blonde, she knew that within moments her life would be over.

"I love you Rachel," a sobbing Tyra yelled just before her voice trailed off into an agonizing gurgled squeal. The pinchers thrusted into her throat and blood curdled up through her mouth. The spider twisted them 90 degrees, pulled them out, and thrusted again into the side of her neck. Tyra's vision turned hazy and the sounds around her started to seem distant. One final thrust and slice of her neck and Tyra's neck snapped in two and her world turned black. Her head slumped to one side.

Rachel hadn't made it out of the chamber in time and had seen the entire execution. She erupted in tears as her sister was killed. Blood geysered from her neck. Rachel looked away as the plump spider tore the head from the neck and tossed it aside. As she finally reached the exit, the sound of flesh ripping momentarily drowned out the hissing noise.

Reduced to a sobbing mess, Rachel simply walked down the hall, not worrying what lay behind, ahead, or to her sides. She was resigned to her fate as insect food. Her walking finally brought her back to the entrance of the main hall. Without thinking, she continued onwards, not realizing that she would come across the scene where Kristen had been devoured.

Walking on, she seemed de-sensitized to the blood splats on the ground, the severed hand here, bloody leg there. They were like just part of the scenery now, like cookie crumbs in a sick Hansel and Gretel story. The unnatural thudding footsteps grew louder. The blood grew more plentiful and darker as Rachel pressed on. Finally, when she saw the shreds of the tan and white uniform and a large bra ripped in four pieces, she realized that Kristen's remains were around the corner.

What she saw looked something like Kristen's body, a body that was full of life yesterday. She lay on her back, right calf ripped off, both hands gnawed away. Both of her previously floppy breasts were reduced to dark red craters. The rest of her flesh was punctured and dark red. Her face and chest were crushed, caved in and turned into a hardened yellowish material. Tiny spiders were touring her carcass.

Rachel turned away and promptly vomited. As she did, the thuds sounded like they were just behind the wall opposite. Rachel wished that her predator would hurry up and kill her already.

Be careful what you wish for. The most deafening roar filled the hall as a twelve-foot monstrosity burst through the wall. Rachel screamed in horror as the rocks settled. She saw that her killer was twice her height, a man-like creature with six-inch claws on its hands, a cluster of eyeballs on its head, a gigantic opening in its midsection surrounded by shark-like teeth, and whip-like tentacles protruding from its back.

The color drained from her face. Instinctively, she began to run. The beast stepped aside and launched one of its whips from its back. The leathery appendage wrapped around Rachel's calf and cut through her flesh. She stumbled from the pain but stayed on her feet.

THUD THUD THUD.

The sound of another tentacle whizzed through the air and caught her around the chest. As it was retracted, it scratched across her bare breasts, cutting one of her nipples. Pain raced through Rachel's body as she yelled out. At last, the beast sent all four of its long-distance tools of terror hurtling at its prey. Two lashed around her ankles and two more pierced her thighs as she ran.

The monster let out a growl of glee as it realized it had caught its tasty meal. It slammed her against the adjacent wall. Rachel let out a long, slow, low sob/shriek as her killer approached. The obscene odor grew overwhelming as the beast towered over her pinned against the wall. She could feel the breath of its stomach-mouth on her entire body.

Rachel felt gigantic hands clutch her shoulders. The claws pierced her trembling skin, and the weight of the grab easily crushed her collar bone on both sides. Paralyzed and throbbing from pain, she was lifted up in the air. Blood dripped into the puddle below her.

In one motion, Rachel was lowered into the shark-like jaw of the beast, and a million teeth simultaneously gnashed at her midsection. Blood was everywhere. Rachel soon felt light-headed and her vision had already faded almost to black as her internal organs were crushed and ripped out of her body. The sounds of her death, though, were clear.

In a handful of chomps, Rachel's torso was severed from her legs. The beast tossed her upper body aside. With her last breath, she groggily watched the monster toss her lower body into its clutches and chew up her legs in its horrible mouth. Rachel died, the only remnants of her existence being her stiffened and blood-stained upper body, in tact save for her mutilated rib cage.

THE END

[2ndVoice]

Great story!
Love the "addition of sounds"

[Recruit1102]

not bad at all! I like the addition of sound effects, and you make a very Graphic Story! I'd love to see a sequel!

[shwarzwald]

That was quite enjoyable.

[2ndVoice]

Great written story! Well done!

[TheGuyWhoKnows]

Okay, this is nice. I'm not usually into hard vore or insect preds... but I do enjoy horror stories. Especially well written, bloody, horrific horror stories. And boy, have you delivered. Maybe we'll be seeing more of this house of fun?

Again, very well done. I will be watching.

[nephilim]

@_@ Why did you read this before bed, self. Why.

If it is meant to inspire nightmares, then you have succeeded. Job well done.