Tales of Carrion Mansion. Episode 3.

The story so far: Elvira Peterson came to baby-sit Jeremy and Helga, the Carrion kids for the weekend. Things have not gone well. To start with Jeremy used a magic feather to tickle her into submission. After escaping the feather Elvira was then shrunk to the size of a doll. Escaping from Jeremy and Helga she ran straight into Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia is a small spider woman with many arms and a habit of spinning webs. Elvira manages to escape from her, take her captive and they are now heading back to Jeremy's lab, where our heroine hopes to grow up fast.

@1998 by Skytower 

Elvira and the witches kids

part 3

Uncle Frank 

It is one of the great truths in life that the hunter does not like to be hunted, the trapper does not like to be trapped. Elvira knew this and kept a close watch over her captive. The woman was taller than she was, though at this point Elvira thought, who wasn't. Elvira herself estimated her own height at about six inches. She had been babysitting Jeremy and Helga Carrion when they had shrunk her. Well first they had enslaved her by means of a magic feather, then they shrunk her. She had escaped them only to run into Aunt Petunia. Their aunt was a multi-armed mutant who had her own spider web. Caught in the web and tickled (amung other things) nearly into submission (again) Elvira had turned the tables on the woman. Now Petunia led her back toward Jeremy's laboratory. Elvira was taking no chances, her captive was thoroughly wrapped up in her own webbing. All of her arms were held tightly to her side and a thick strand went around her neck. Elvira had also discovered the spider woman’s webbing made good clothing. She had made a pair of bikini bottoms and a halter from it. It wasn't great clothing it was too thin and transparent for that and it felt like she was wearing a wet towel. But it beat nudity.

Wonder if I'm ready for the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue, Elvira thought ruefully. Elvira normally stood about five feet five in her bare feet. Her body was compact, with wide hips and slightly smaller than she would have liked breasts. She had soft brown hair that framed a gamin shaped face with similar colored eyes.

"You'll never leave this house alive." Aunt Petunia snarled over her shoulder, her bright green eyes gleaming from a pale face surrounded by red hair.

"I've done ok so far. Well aside from being tickled, striped, tickled again and getting licked in your web..."

"You liked that." Petunia insisted.

"I tolerated it." Elvira said, remembering the feel of the mutated woman's arms (all of them) and tongue on her body. She suppressed the thrill that went through her body with an effort. "Just remember if we don't get me big again your going into the nearest bug zapper. How did you get this way anyway?"

"I babysat the kids one weekend." Petunia muttered bitterly.

As they walked Elvira kept a sharp lookout. Jeremy had sent a modified GI-Joe action tank to look for her, and it might still be around. They came to a break in the plaster. A hole in the wall, barely big enough for them opened into darkness.

"Through there." Petunia said.

Elvira peered past her, but she might have well have closed her eyes.

"Forget it."

"If we do not go this way we shall have to go through the house." Petunia explained. "Jeremy and Helga have more than one toy capable of catching us."

"What's it like in there?"

"It's an old path, built by some ants who dared to try and live here." she smiled, showing a set of fangs Elvira hadn't seen before. "They were quite tasty."

Elvira felt her stomach twist as she remembered where Aunt Petunia's tongue had been only an hour before. Controlling herself she looked at the mutated woman. Aunt Petunia's eyes glowed even more brightly in the dim light. A vibrating, captivating glow. She was talking too, her mouth moving up and down in a strange pattern. Slowly Elvira felt herself sink down onto the floor. Aunt Petunia bent over her, making that same strange pattern with her mouth. Not quite aware of what she was doing Elvira reached up and started to untangle the webbing that held Petunia captive. Petunia smiled, once again showing her fangs. The fangs ripped through Elvira's trance and she lashed out with her fist. Aunt Petunia dropped to one side like a stone. Elvira sat up, taking deep breaths to clear her head.

"Nice try lady." she said. "But I've been hypnotized before."

Some time later they came to the edge of a stone out cropping. Below them Elvira could see Jeremy's lab. The past few hours had been a series of twist and turns. Made none easier by the blindfold Elvira had made Aunt Petunia wear. Twice they had gotten lost. Elvira turned to Petunia and removed the blindfold, keeping her fist ready. Green eyes glowed angrily at her, but there was no strange vibration to them.

"Get me down there safely and we part ways."

"I must be free to do that." The spider woman insisted.

Carefully Elvira freed one of the womans arms.

"That's it till I'm full sized lady."

Aunt Petunia growled but spun a web and lowered them safely to the table. Once on the tabletop Elvira tied up the arm again and looked around. Before her was a sea of test tubes and beakers. Over to the left she could see a doll twice her size hooked up like Frankenstein on a table.

"Where is it?" she demanded, pulling on the leash.

"There." Petunia said, pointing toward a quart size jar labeled: "Aqua Amplificare Potio, Instabilis"

Elvira frowned, the only word she recognized was aqua. Still if it was the only way. Tying Aunt Petunia to a Bunsen she walked over to the jar. The liquid inside had a faint blue tinge to it. Pushing a book over to the jar she climbed onto the book. Carefully she reached over and put her hand into the liquid. It was cold but only felt like water.

Nothing happened.

"Are you sure this is the right stuff?"

"Of course it is, don't you read Latin?"

"No, but if I ever get out of here I'm going to learn." Elvira muttered.

"Perhaps total immersion is needed." Aunt Petunia suggested. "You might have to soak in it."

Elvira thought for a moment, then sighed and jumped into the jar. Bracing herself against the chill she took a deep breath and dunked. Instantly she felt strange. The young girl panicked, realizing she could hurt herself if she grew on the inside of the jar. Grabbing the rim she pulled with all her might and suddenly found herself flying through the air. The world dimmed, as if the lights in the lab were suddenly snuffed out.

Then it was over and she was lying on the floor, full sized. Even the web bikini had grown with her. Also she was completely dry. Somewhat dizzily Elvira stood up. Then she reached over and picked up the now tiny Aunt Petunia.

"One last question, how do I get out of here?"

"Take the first door on the left." Aunt Petunia said, squirming.

"Good-bye then." Elvira said, putting her down and picking the webbing off of the aunt. "Have a nice life and all that."

Petunia scrambled to the edge of the table and leaped, casting her webline to the ceiling. She climbed swiftly and was soon out of reach.

"You better hope you’re never in my web again." she snarled back, then was gone.

The first door on the left led to a set of stairs. Elvira climbed them carefully, by now fully aware of the traps in Carrion Mansion. The steps opened up to an upstairs hallway that she actually recognized. It was the same hallway she had found Helga in a few hours before. She walked quickly but quietly, making it to her room. Stepping inside she flicked on the light and closed the door. Locking it securely she allowed herself a sigh of relief. The

Guestroom Elvira was staying in was a large place. Fifty feet square with twenty-foot high ceilings. A four corner canopy bed stood in the center of the room. Between two floor-to-ceiling windows was a large ornate mirror. A set of double doors led to the bathroom. The decor, like the rest of the mansion screamed 18th century. Elvira went over to the bathroom and turned on the light. It was smaller than her room, but bigger than any other bathroom she had seen. There was a raised bathtub, toilet, sink and a mirror. In a closet she found towels, soap and a scrubbing brush. Elvira had never been one for baths, but she needed to get the grime of the past few hours off. Starting the water she tried to peel off the web suit. True to it's nature the webbing stuck to her hands soon tangling them. Frustrated she just stepped into the tub, submerging herself in the warm water. It worked and the webbing dissolved. Taking the scrubbing brush she set to work.

"I am never babysitting again." she proclaimed to the room. Soaking in the antidote hadn’t removed the entire dirt from her skin. The potion instead seemed to have acted like glue. It took minutes of scrubbing to get it off and Aunt Petunia’s leftover juices were even harder. Growling Elvira kept scrubbing, trying to think of what to do when she found Jeremy and Helga. If she could just get that super soaker…

She started to wash her pussy and jumped at the sensation. The brush had felt like cold fire and she could feel her body react.

"Damn mutant!" Elvira swore, tossing the brush away. She settled back, determined just to soak. Elvira's sex life had never been too liberal. She had

tried sex, once without much success. The guy was on the hockey team with her and it was his first time too. It hadn't been bad, but it didn't live up to expectations. Aside from that she and a girl from camp had once stayed out in the woods after dark. Playing in a stream they had tickled each other, even licked each other. That had been better but still not that great. It had only been after she had started baby-sitting that Elvira had discovered the stranger sides of sex. Unknowingly her hand drifted up to her breast and started to play with the nipple. It seemed that all she ever got were the weird kids of even weirder parents. Her other hand drifted between her legs as she remembered the tickling fight she had lost on her first job. Bud and Kelly had cornered her in Kelly's room and tickled her to the bed. Kelly had rope waiting and after that it was an all night struggle. Bud had been taken out by Kelly early on, tied up in his own room. Then Kelly had returned to her. Elvira kept stroking herself as she remembered Kelly's skill.

Suddenly she heard someone giggling.

Sitting up Elvira looked around, but saw nothing.

"Idiot." she scolded herself. She might have realized that Jeremy would rig the place with cameras. Elvira wondered why she was so horny all of a sudden. In the past her fantasies had been romantic. Never had she remembered any of her baby-sitting adventures with longing. Angry at herself Elvira climbed out of the tub and reached for the towel. It was gone. So were all the towels in the closet.

She stepped out of the bathroom and looked around. Some of her cloths were still on the bed. Cautiously she walked over to them. She heard that giggling again. It wasn't a girlish giggle like Helga's. This was a low chuckle, like a teenager. Slowly she reached for a shirt. It moved away from her.

"What?" Elvira asked. She tried again and the shirt again moved out of her reach. Elvira turned her back for a moment, then whirled and dived, coming up with one of her bras. The chuckling continued as she put it one. She made another dive but this time the cloths were faster. They were out of her reach and on the floor.

"Who's doing that?" Elvira shouted, looking around. "I know there's someone in here."

"Very astute young woman." said a voice from nowhere.

Elvira kept very still, she knew he was invisible so looking around for him would be useless. "The last few baby-sitters took far longer to realize what was going on."

"Who are you?" Elvira asked, retreating toward the wall.

She tripped over something and lay on the floor.

"I'm Uncle Frank. Surely you've heard of me."

"Nope." Suddenly she felt something stroke her foot. Laughing Elvira jerked it up. Something stroked the other foot. Elvira skidded backward on the floor trying to avoid the invisible feathers. She knew that's what they were, she had been tickled enough lately to know a feather. The feathers stopped working on her feet and suddenly under her arms were attacked. Laughing wildly Elvira struck out with her arms and legs hoping to get lucky. But she missed. She rolled over on her stomach, trying to get up and run. He tripped her again and she felt a weight descend on her ankles. Laughing hysterically Elvira writhed on the floor. At first the feathers concentrated on her sides. Try as she might she wasn’t able to squeeze her arms tight enough to her sides to stop them. Her hair was brushed aside and the feather caressed the back of her neck. After a while it moved down to the small of her back. Elvira was by this time completely helpless. She just laid there and laughed.

"You are really ticklish." Uncle Frank said. At least your back is. Let's say we make a deal, you take of your bra and roll over and I'll give you a few minutes to catch your breath."

"No way." Elvira snarled.

"Suit yourself." With that he shifted position, sitting on her back and bringing her feet up. The feather was applied delicately and lovingly. Elvira pounded her hands on the floor, desperately squirmed and twisted but got nowhere.

"All right!" she screeched.

With a chuckle Uncle Frank moved back to her ankles. Elvira put both arms around, reaching for the bra snap. Suddenly her wrists were grabbed and she felt soft leather enclosing them. There was an audible; "click" and her arms were securely bound behind her back.

"What gives?" Elvira protested.

"I lied." Frank said. Elvira found herself rolled over and staring into nothing, though she could still feel his weight on her legs. The front of her bra was grabbed and pulled down until it formed a bustier. "Now lets see what these nipples can do."

Elvira had no time to protest as the feathers went to work. She couldn't see them but she felt them, delicately touching the tips of her nipples. She laughed more than before. She could feel her nipples getting hard, her breast getting heavy. Moisture began to collect between her legs. Without a word the tickling stopped and Elvira lay on the floor panting for breath. Frank picked her up, half carrying half pushing her over to the bed. Once there her legs were pulled apart and securely fastened to the bedpost. Elvira couldn't see the shackles, but she could feel the warm fur encircling her ankles. The shackles gave a little bit, but not much.

A sharp pain in her breast caught her attention. She looked down to her nipples and saw them pressed inward.

"Not nipple clamps." Elvira moaned. She hated those, had hated them ever since that flower girl and her number friend had used them on her.

"Well something has to give a counterpoint to all the pleasure I'm giving you." Frank said. Somehow he made that sound reasonable. He left her alone for a few minutes, giving the girl time to test her bonds. But they were secure. She was helpless.

"Now are you ticklish here?" Frank asked. Elvira nearly pulled her arms out of her sockets, as she felt the feather run up her inner thigh. It slowly caressed her pussy, driving her mad. She felt something push her vagina open and the feather flick at the edges. She screamed as her senses overloaded. Never had anything felt that good between her legs.

The orgasm came almost before she knew it. She surged up, feeling an explosion of energy from the center of her womanhood. It came as a wave and then slowly subsided. As it subsided Elvira suddenly found herself seeing the world as if a strobe light was on. She found her room receding, the nipple clamps and shackles falling from her. She lay on a field of fabric, taking deep breaths.

"Where did you go?" Frank called angrily.

Elvira didn't answer. Ignoring her body's need for rest she ran to the edge of the bed and jumped. She was small again, and the young girl could guess what caused it. Landing on the floor she ran under the bed and leapt up into the springs. There she hid while Uncle Frank searched for her. He shouted, stomping around and pounding on the walls. Finally the door opened and shut. Not being fooled Elvira

let it open and shut three more times before she felt safe. Then she climbed on to the top of the bed again.

"Well, the last orgasm shrunk me, maybe another one will make me grow." she said aloud.

Unfortunately her body wouldn't respond. Try as she might the young woman simply wasn’t able to stimulate herself. Exhausted Elvira decided to rest a

while. If Uncle Frank didn't know where she was, hopefully no one else would either. Crawling into a fold of the blanket the young girl laid down and let herself drift off to sleep.

End.

Will Elvira be able to grow again? Will this occur every time she has an orgasm? If so, will her boyfriends of the future understand? Sooner or later we will find out the answer to all these questions. And more.

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