Tales of Carrion Mansion.

Episode 2.

Warning. Do not read if you are under 18 years of age. This is complete fantasy. It has never happened, is not happening now and will probably never happen. If you are a kid looking for baby-sitter tormenting ideas then run, do not walk over to your library.

Having been enslaved by her young charges by a magic feather, which tickled her into submission, Elvira is now free. But she is about to find out that getting out of the Carrion Mansion is harder than she thinks.

@1998 by Skytower 

Elvira Peterson and the Witch's kids.

Part two:

Aunt Petunia 

Elvira had Helga pinned on her stomach. With one hand she was tickling the girls feet, with the other she was struggling into her own cloths.

"Stop!" Helga commanded.

"When you tell me where your brother got to." Elvira replied. Holding Helga with one hand Elvira reached over and picked up her brown Danskin top. She put in on and then pulled up her skirt. Her wide black belt completed the outfit. Reaching over she picked up the Polaroid Helga had shot of her. It, along with the camera had landed on the floor during their struggle. The picture showed a slightly startled, topless young woman. Her shoulder length brown hair a bit disheveled. The hair framed a rather square face, with arched eyebrows over brown eyes. Her breast were a little on the small side (or at least that's what the occaisional boy said). The areolas were a little too big, too red and the nipples exaggerated knobs.

Thankfully the photo was only a head and breast shot, Elvira hated to be reminded her hips were too wide. Helga had taken the photo after her brother Jeremy had tickled their baby-sitter into submission with a magic feather. The feather now lay on the floor, soaked in wine and Elvira was steaming mad.

"Where'd he go?" she demanded, tickling Helga some more.

"I don't know, but he'll be back." she gasped out between laughs.

"And here he is!" the shout took Elvira off guard as the tablecloth was thrown over her head. She pulled it off, but Helga had time to squirm away from her. Jumping up Elvira faced the twins. They both looked at her defiantly. Two red haired, green eyed monsters. Each of them had green eyes, red hair and oval shaped faces. Both of them were too young to give her any trouble. At least that's what she had thought a few hours ago. Jeremy was holding a super squirt gun and it was pointed at her.

"What's in there?" Elvira demanded, getting ready to jump.

"A complex compound that I like to call," he fired, just missing her, "Contrahere Aqua."

If I ever get out of this house I'm going to learn Latin, Elvira swore, dodging behind the table. For the next few minutes he fired at her, always missing. Elvira had no idea what the liquid would do, but she was taking no chances. Not after the feather.

He paused for a moment to pump the gun up and she attacked. The twins scattered, and Elvira grappled with Jeremy. She was winning, forcing the gun on him when Helga jumped her from behind. Grabbing her arms the determined girl pulled

Elvira off balance and they both fell to the floor. Helga was quicker this time though, she scrambled away before her Baby-sitter could grab her. Left vulnerable Elvira had no time to dodge the shot from Jeremy's squirt gun.

The liquid felt like cold water as it hit her chest, soaking through her top. Suddenly Elvira was seeing the world as if it were lit by a strobe light. Her sight fading in and out she was conscious of a light, almost orgasmic feeling in her body. Her cloths got looser, and then fell from her. She ended up in a heap on the floor, struggling to climb out of the tent she had somehow ended up in. A giant hand reached down and picked her up. Elvira looked into the face of a child, but it was a child large enough to bite her head off.

Jeremy smiled.

"You think any of your Lucretia dolls cloths will fit her?" he asked.

Suddenly Elvira realized she was completely naked and despite he danger she was in the young girl blushed.

"Put me down you little creep!" she screamed, her voice suddenly high pitched.

"Very well." Jeremy said calmly opening his hand and letting her fall. Elvira suddenly realized how far up she was. Thankfully she only fell a few heart wrenching feet before Jeremy grabbed her again. With dizzying speed she was brought over to the table and dropped into the sugar bowl. Elvira lay there for a moment, the sugar sticking like sand to her body.

"Maybe this will make you a little sweeter." Helga said.

I'm going to get big again and kill her, Elvira thought, just for that joke.

"Well, now that our height is reversed do you still feel so superior?"

"I'll get you for this you little..." leaving the rest unsaid Elvira climbed out of the sugar bowl and started dusting herself off.

"Let me." Helga said running out of sight for a moment. When she returned she pushed Elvira over with one finger. Holding the diminutive baby-sitter under her thumb she produced a feather duster.

Sounds of laughter soon filled the hall as Helga and Jeremy took turns tickling Elvira. She writhed and squirmed, but she was helpless. All it took from either of them was one finger on her stomach or back and she was trapped. When she was all dusted off Helga picked Elvira up and dropped her in the bowl again.

"Keep her going." Jeremy said, getting up and heading toward the kitchen. "I'll get the ice-cream and the cool whip."

"Don't forget the banana's." Helga called after him.

Ice-cream and cool whip? Bananas? Elvira had no idea what the boy scientist was planning with the first two, but banana's definitely scared her. It was time to leave.

"Come on, climb out." Helga said, prodding Elvira with a finger.

"No way." Elvira said, sitting down cross-legged in the sugar. "What's he gonna do with the ice-cream?"

"Something we saw in a Bugs Bunny cartoon." Helga said. Reaching into the bowl she grabbed Elvira around the chest and lifted her out.

"Not so hard!"

Startled by the screech Helga let go and Elvira fell onto the table. Before the girl could react the baby-sitter was up and running, sliding down the tablecloth onto the floor.

"Come back here!" Helga demanded.

Elvira ignored the order, though a part of her wondered why Helga even gave it. Who in her position would follow it? She ducked a swipe of the child's hand and ran over to the Polaroid.

"Gotcha!" Helga announced. She was on all fours arm outstretched.

"Not tonight you witch!" Elvira said, triggering the shutter on the camera. The flash lit up Helga's face and she tried to stand up, hitting her head on the bottom of the table. Elvira hit the shutter a few more times hoping the flash would disorient her even more. Then she ran. Out of the corner of her eye Elvira spotted a whole in the wall. The baby-sitter didn't know what was beyond the whole but she knew what was behind her. She was halfway across when Jeremy came back into the room. He wasted no time with words, but his arm was just a little too short. Feeling like Jerry Mouse Elvira vanished into the wall and into darkness.

Elvira slowed and stopped, looking back over her shoulder. She was out of breath from the run, her chest heaving up and down. Thankfully she was used to running in bare feet. One giant hand had squirmed through the whole and clutched futilely just a foot away from her. It was an agreeable safety margin for the girl. Relieved she looked around, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Christmas tree lights lighted the passage. Blue, green and amber alternated down the tunnel. At her height the rough wood timbers that made up the walls looked raw and menacing.

Insanely the plaster squeezing through the slats reminded her of marshmallow fluff oozing out of a sandwich. Spear size nails, rusty and sharp were spaced unevenly in the walls.

"Now what?" she whispered.

"Elvira come back." the volume of Jeremy's voice startled her and she flattened herself against the wall. A sharp pain in her but forced her out again and she pulled a large splinter out.

Is there a size you can't get splinters? Elvira wondered.

"Don't make me come in there." Jeremy called.

"Oh yea, that's something I'm worried about." Elvira whispered. Aloud she said; "Come right in!" knowing that he'd have to shrink to follow her.

"You won't like it in there."

"Like I'll have a lot of fun out there with you two? Forget it SuperGeek. I'll just look around until Monday."

"You better come back or Aunt Petunia will get you." Helga shouted.

Elvira didn't reply she just started walking. From the lights strung down the tunnel she could tell the kids had been there before. Jeremy and Helga probably shrunk themselves down every now and then just for the fun of it. She doubted that anything that could harm them would have been tolerated. Besides she wanted to be out of range when Jeremy or Helga thought of using a broom handle. Or worse a wad of chewing gum stuck on a broom handle. Or worse...

Stop it, Elvira scolded herself, you’ve got enough problems.

A while later Elvira stopped to rest by an electrical outlet and stared at it for a few moments. The galvanized aluminum was beautiful. Layer after layer of crystal patterns that almost seemed to be moving. Elvira shook her head to clear it. It seemed like hours since she'd been shrunk and the young girl had never been so scared for so long. Elvira had been through a lot of rough times with the children she baby-sat, but she’d never encountered anything like this. At her current size either Jeremy or Helga could hurt her without even trying. The invisible advantage of age was gone. Elvira shuddered as she realized what that meant.

The lights had led her down more and more corridors taking more and more turns. By now she was completely lost. Elvira was used to walking in bare feet, but not walking around naked for hours. She had quickly discovered the difference. There was a feeling of security in cloths, false perhaps, but still a sense of security. She shuddered again.

"Enough." Elvira said firmly. Taking a deep breath she slowly shrank her fear, bringing it down to a manageable level. "I’ve been in trouble before, I’ll be in trouble again. Elvira Peterson Doesn’t Loose!"

Elvira looked up and down the corridor. It was what she said before each hockey game, it was what she said before every fight. For the first time it wasn’t helping. She had no doubt Jeremy was still looking for her somehow, and she was not going to be caught. Normal little boys were bad enough, small mad scientist were the worst. With a shudder she remembered little Malcom Frink. Peeking carefully through the electrical box she saw a large room with hundreds of plants. Dangerous looking plants. Elvira's stomach jumped as she saw a Venus flytrap devour some unlucky insect. If she made one mistake that could very easily be her. As if to confirm her fears there was a sudden scraping sound behind her. Elvira nearly broke her neck whirling her head around to see what it was. She was astonished to see a small tank, one of the GI-Joe set if she remembered right. It was equipped not with a gun, but a giant grabbing arm. The arm opened and closed like a set of hungry jaws. With a mouse like squeak the baby-sitter took off down the tunnel. The machine followed.

Elvira stopped following the lights, hoping that the tank couldn't follow her. She was wrong and it started to speed up, snapping on floodlights. A dim corridor shooting off to her left caught her attention. The opening was barely large enough for her, for the tank it would be impossible. She dove in and took three steps before falling. Warm air rose up to meet her and the Baby-sitter hoped she wasn't falling into the furnace. In the next moment the fall stopped and Elvira felt rope beneath her. Without thinking she grabbed tight, but the rope didn't need to be grabbed. It stuck fast to her skin. Desperately the girl pulled and tugged. But it was like being tied up with bungy cords. The rope would stretch to her limit, then slowly pull her arms back above her. But it wasn't rope. It was webbing. She was small, naked and helpless in a spider’s web. A light suddenly flooded the chamber. Elvira blinked, trying to see something besides spots.

"My, you aren't what I expected at all." The voice was cultured, with a lilting tone complementing a British accent. Looking to the center of the web Elvira saw its owner.

"What the hell are you?" she blurted out. The creature crawling toward her did look human, sort of. She was taller than Elvira (at least at her present height) and definitely one of the Carrion family. Her red hair was cut short, and it framed a delicate face with deep green eyes. But her body also had six arms. Four sprang from her chest, a chest that was longer than a human chest. Two large breasts were between the sets of arms. Large globes that trembled as the creature walked along the web to her. The other two arms grew from her hips and were slightly shorter. Elvira saw a red wire mesh between the creature’s legs.

"I must say for someone who is a guest in my web," she paused, running her hand across Elvira's stomach, "and completely helpless, you are not very polite."

"I'm sorry but I've had a rough day." Elvira said, struggling to keep her voice calm. The creature’s hands had moved up to her breast and were softly stroking them. One of the other hands repositioned Elvira's head, freeing her hair from the web. "Your aunt Petunia right?"

"The same. And you?"

"Elvira Peterson, I'm the baby-sitter."

"Not THE Elvira? Mistress of the Dark?"

"No, not that one." Number three on things to do if I survive this, Elvira thought, change name.

"Pity." Petunia said, one of her other hands starting to stroke the hair between her captives’ legs.

"Hey!" Elvira protested, trying to twist away from her.

"Lively." Aunt Petunia said. She took hold of the baby-sitters arm and squeezed gently. "But tough. I'm not sure if there is enough seasoning in the world to make you palatable."

"Trust me, there isn't." Elvira said, suddenly aware that sexual assault was not the top item on her worry list.

"Perhaps you can serve in other ways." The aunt said, letting her fingers stroke the girls side. Elvira started to laugh, and kept laughing as both sides of her chest were tickled. While she was laughing Petunia bent down and took one of the girls breast in her mouth. She slid her tongue along the areola, playing with the nipple. It became stiffer, and Elvira could feel her body react.

"Oh no," she gasped out between laughs, "not more tickling!"

Petunia withdrew and Elvira lay in the web gasping for air. She was hot, and that bothered her. A woman was bad enough, but this thing was too much. Still her breast stayed hard, the feeling between her legs did not subside.

"I do like to bring other people laughter." Petunia said. Hanging on the web with two of her hands the woman reached over and started tickling Elvira's sides. At the same time Petunia's feet, impossibly formed to bend that way, Elvira thought, started to tickle her feet. Helplessly the Baby-sitter twisted and turned, all the time laughing as she had never laughed before. Petunia leaned inward, her mouth closing around Elvira's right nipple, even while another one of her hands massaged and pinched her left one. Assaulted from all sides Elvira wondered if the creature wasn't suddenly growing more arms. Another hand started to rub her pussy, tenderly probing the boundaries of her feminine doorway.

"Stop!" she pleaded, then snarled. "If you don't stop I'll crush you when I get back to full height!"

Suddenly Petunia stopped and leaned back. A strand of webbing came from her hand and she dropped off the web, hanging a few feet away.

"You know," she said, a slow grim smile spreading on her face, "you might be tasty after all."

"Great, a cannibalistic rapist." Elvira snapped.

In response Aunt Petunia laughed and clapped her hands together in delight.

"Foolish little girl, do you really think your going to get out of this house? Even if I let you out of this web?"

"When my mother gets here on Monday..."

"She'll be told that you went for a morning run, or jog, or perhaps my sister will take control of her mind and erase all knowledge of you." Aunt Petunia drifted closer to her once more. "The only hope you have of getting out of here is me, and how much I like you." Leaning in she hugged Elvira, using her extra arms to press their naked bodies together. She kissed Elvira hard on the mouth. "Make me happy," she mummered, "or your soup."

Elvira kept her lips tightly closed for a moment, then relaxed and opened her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly sought out the other woman's tongue.

"That's better." Aunt Petunia said. Another strand of webbing came from her hand and she secured Elvira tightly to the web, around her stomach and crisscrossing the captive’s small breast. Harnessed to web only Elvira’s legs were free. Aunt Petunia pulled the webbing tighter, forcing Elvira's breast to balloon out. Playfully she sucked as she tightened the webbing. Elvira moaned, as her nipples seemed to expand into the woman's mouth. Aunt Petunia ran her hands up and down Elvira's sides, causing laughter, and her feet stroked Elvira's toes, causing even more laughter. The laughter was soon mixed with moans as

Aunt Petunia continued to suck on her breast. First one breast, than the other. Slowly she teased the nipples, both with her tongue and teeth. Elvira fidgeted and twisted, but the webbing held her. With deliberate slowness Aunt Petunia moved away from the breast and down her stomach, stopping between Elvira's legs. She was still tickling as her fingers opened Elvira's vagina and her tongue snaked inside. The helpless Baby-sitter gave a low growl as her insides were explored. The growl quickly changed to a scream as Aunt Petunia found her most sensitive spot. The older woman managed a throaty chuckle and withdrew. But Aunt Petunia only paused for a moment. She was soon back again and again.

"You are enjoying this aren't you?" she whispered, withdrawing her tongue. Elvira was covered in sweat and her breathing was deep but quick, as if she could cool her body with the motion of her lungs. But she realized the sweat was loosening the webbing on her arms. She moaned an affirmative. "Good." Aunt Petunia said, twisting around. She was now upside-down, and Elvira found herself face to pussy. "If you make me happy, I'll make you happy." the woman said.

Without hesitation Elvira lunged forward, pushing Petunia apart with her tongue. She drove into the woman so relentlessly Petunia was stunned. The spider woman's hands let go of the baby-sitter and started to caress and squeeze her own breast. The other hands left the baby-sitter and grabbed the web, using it to force herself higher. Elvira did not let up. Even as she was licking for all she was worth she was silently pulling her arm free from the web. It came loose slowly, as if she were pulling off a rubber glove. But it did come loose. By this time Petunia was too far-gone to notice. Nor did she notice when Elvira's other arm was freed. With both hands Elvira pulled the lips of Petunia's pussy apart and, along with her tongue probed the inside.

Petunia screamed and hugged herself, using all of her arms to arouse her body. Elvira kept licking, probing, even as she began to swing Petunia into the web. Finally Petunia let out an orgasmic shriek, then lay still. Elvira moved quickly, starting to spin the woman around. Gently at first, then more quickly as Petunia realized what was going on. But she was still coming down from the orgasm, and the twirling made her dizzy, giving the baby-sitter time to tangle the woman in her own web. Elvira was still secured by the strands around her waist and chest, but her arms were free. Petunia's arms were trapped against her. She started to break the strands that held them but Elvira reached over and ran her fingers along the soles of the other woman's foot.

"Let's talk about soup." she said, listening to Petunia's laughter. She kept the tickling up, and Petunia was soon too distracted to free herself.

"That was incredible..." the now captive gasped. "I've never gone through anything… How do you… Who…"

"Let's just say you can learn a lot from a Bundy." Elvira said, not letting up on the tickling. "Now lets talk about me getting full grown and out of here."

<The end for now, but Elvira isn't out of the house yet.>

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