The sun peaked over the grass covered brow, its crown reflected in the straggle ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her vigil. 6:47am. She took a brusque breath and knocked three clip on the with child wooden threshold. aught. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the orotund mansion stood in front line of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree on two slope, a minuscule tunnel through the hill to the left wing, and zilch but the Pacific sea, a bluey orange tree hue to the wafture in the forenoon sunshine, stretching out in front of it. The theater itself was wonderful, if not huge, looking more like a large English cottage than something on the Dame Rebecca West coast of America. She took another glance at the windowpane on the speed f hoping to enamor tidy sum of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"postponement !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the room access, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"charlotte, is it ?"the clothe man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a postponement and stir it, his laurel wreath soft, his traction firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, hail in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back at bottom
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the vauntingly wooden room access behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her sass slightly surface in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with doorways at each side, and one in the nitty-gritty, Casting her regard downwards, her eye were drawn to the glass casing in the centre of the room, containing a gravid green coloured urn.
"Go through the firstly door on the result please"the man said, snapping her back to world"You can adopt a seat in the waiting room."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of step, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The audio of the room access shutdown echoed through the huge hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak door into the waiting area. This elbow room was much smaller in sizing, but no lupus erythematosus grand. Bookshelves lined the far bulwark, separated in the centre by a rather marvellous fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic engagement scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grisly point making her skin Australian crawl. She spied a orotund armchair in the corner of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The hot seat was much lenient than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable chairperson. She shuffled herself forwards so her fundament were back touching the terra firma and looked around at the various ornament and accouterment in the way. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hall, only much pocket-sized. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same green as the one in the hallway, no handgrip, and a pocket-size delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain show. She stood up and walked over to the small mesa it sat on. As she reached out to best up the little pot, she heard a phonation,
"Please be careful with that"the valet de chambre, now fully attired in a crisp blue pinstriped case, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my great granddad"Charlie jerked her hands away from the board, standing bolt vertical, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing burnished red
"It's OK, I don't psyche"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the matter I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the world in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This firearm came from Peru, along with various others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain bushed congenator though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"come on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a hebdomad before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. menage sitter. mustiness be able to stay at the planetary house for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the Classical Greek window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that a great deal money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two calendar week before. She had endured a altogether yr of sexist comments, lewd advances and general creepiness from her knob, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed smacking across his face after he'd thought it earmark to slap her butt for the tertiary fourth dimension that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the routine at the rump of the mention
"Hello, Hildebrand residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, look at your time"a mystifying, soothing spokesperson replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a house Willem de Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in confidence"I look after my female parent 's house all the time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's great"the voice replied."It'll be in a week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"sure enough"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his late spirit"Can I take your email name and address and I'll send you all of the point"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop computer let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A planetary house to herself. She'd hit the kitty. Her brain began to backwash. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a good job, she could do this all the meter. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist prick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it spread out and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to attend after my home plate. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Hildebrand"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Hildebrand swung open the live doorway in the exit annexe of the house. He had shown Charlie around the residue of the house, bar a couple of suite ("The master bedroom and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the seclusion of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the guest way swung receptive, she was surprised at the contrast. Soft magnolia wall, contemporary decor, 4k TV wall hanging on the rampart across from the bed. A laptop computer on a desk, and a tablet resting next to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower room. It was like someone had dropped a high timbre hotel room into a quaint house on the California coast.
"I like to piss for certain my guest are prosperous"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my finical tastes"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the office of the planetary house. The heating and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the covert and the luminousness dimmed, then brightened again"... the strait system ...."a tap brought nervous strain of Beethoven into the elbow room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system organization and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any nutrient or tope, just social club through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an hand brake, you can hand me using this app"He tapped on the covert and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his earphone out, pressed a clit and showed Charlie the concealment, showing a exist webcam feed from the lozenge."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are push in each room. These will get hold of the constabulary and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 minute. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight domicile"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter melody on his cured face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an sure-enough man, he was in grotesque figure. On the hitch of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 succeeding year, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the oldest. His salt and Piper nigrum hair swept over to the right wing, and a perfectly bland face interrupted only by a blackamoor pencil mustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my planing machine leaves soon"they headed down the steps and into the hall"Remember, if you need anything, let me have it away"He picked up two grip from near the breast door and headed out to the car sat on the effort. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Queen City, , I really apprise it. I'll give you a quick birdsong when I arrive to hold in how thing are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall material body behind the rack of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of sight. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the node room bed, the pad of paper on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful computer storage Hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the degree of modern engineering science crammed into this seemingly antique property. Playing music in random way, messing with the light source, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a position labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a shop somewhere, judging by the double she saw on the tv camera. She'd worked out she could move the cameras, and spent the future 10 minute point them into the street corner of every room. As she was flicking from way to way, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old English world house ), on a pocket-sized ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottles of spirits, was another one of the greenness urns. Bigger than the one in the waiting room, about the size of it of a firm cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the way, down the sleek staircase and into a room in the right backstage of the home. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room open up, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first time. He'd told her she could toast any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In relief, naturally") but to deflect the vivid blue bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottle were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the immature urn nestled between vintage bottles of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free closed chain in its Wake Island. The urn was oddly affectionate to the speck, like it had a lit candle, or some other heating system source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The modest lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's Word of God about the modest urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hired hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a rich desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the rear was a modest amount of a fine gunpowder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the hunky-dory dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the pulverisation, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy cold, with an almost glass-like grain. Charlie grabbed her helping hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to reside. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the moody oak open. The gunpowder itself was bright red, so vivacious it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to cross up the loose rubble. There was an initial shock of the coldness and raciness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the chilliness go to warmth as the gunpowder sat in her paw, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the gunpowder back in the top, wiping her hands on the vertebral column of her jeans."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No inwardness she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd know she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the ledge, being careful to logical argument up the base with the dust gang on the shelf. She looked up at the former bottleful on the bar. A bottle of Jack Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a belittled glass tumbler and pouring a modest measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now discharge glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the acuity of the Bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The longer she stared, the alien she felt. A heat flooded through her body. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her hired man away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her jeans. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the earth, her left hired man groping at her titty through the thin material of her jersey. She tossed her school principal back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening siren shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the window. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the seed of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large green push button next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the speech sound replaced by the vibrancy in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE hellhole WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the twist, partially in anger, partially so she could try herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my honey I'm so sorry ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must have forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his boldness in the video provender on the screen flushed with superfluity."You can release it down on the call settings on the tablet. I am so drab again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her vocalization now back to her regular volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for intensity right down. She didn't want to hear that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you do it I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a bully house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The unknown warming sensation. She crossed her stage tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Saint Gregory I, I ... .I need to use the bath, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a job"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the temptress down"he chuckled to himself, gave his ripe wishes and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the lozenge to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jean down over her tooshie, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her stage, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she let out a pacify moan, her right paw running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her leftover titty, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Saami icy sensation against her right breast, making her shriek loudly, the sharpness digging into her, almost finger like. The tactile sensation changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her hip into her hand, her panties soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening claxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eyes towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green release to swallow the call."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you know I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the siren wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't Miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"Well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not have done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The silver screen flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stairs, back into the room with the urn. The shabu she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the face. It was empty. The urn felt formula, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly poise. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the rubble again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up balls at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'randomness. Pulling the threshold to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"entrance : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the push. blackness. In the bottom recession, a small William Green cursor flashed, then missive slowly appeared, the font little, just about legible.
"< invalid ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a bewilder look on her face, waiting for the typewriting to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red clit to end the call. As she did, she felt a pall throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the smear, desperately looking around her. nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the current of air. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back exposed, now resting against the silver gray coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the paries flickered into life story. The screenland was black, with the same green cursor flash, this time in the top left hand corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< INVALID ID > HE WILL deplete YOU
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO residual
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed brilliant Caucasian, with a faded image of a mask in the gist of the silver screen before switching off completely. The brightness in the way shut off, leaving just the orange tree glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neck of the woods of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in forepart of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out forte, gobble towards the window. Before she could strain the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waistline, and one over her mouth. They had the same icy feel as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but zippo came out, just muffled affright. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a bombastic, muscular arm, there was zippo. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, ineffectual to move, ineffectual to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to lessen, turning to heat, a heat which felt like it was scorching her mouth, and hotness sending floods of bother through her diaphragm. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the spine of her knee joint connecting with the bed, causing her to warp over, falling into the soft bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure boring into her articulatio humeri, forcing her down into the covers, she let out a shrieking, and felt a tug at her denim. Looking down in horror, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red step-in, then her milky thighs, and down to her genu. She let out another screaming as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jounce at the side of her school principal, forcing it to one English. She tried to fight it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still pitch-dark. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the covert. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the pointer. a good deal larger this metre, so she could read it from her position prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< INVALID ID > THE blue angel volition CONSUME
< invalid ID > THE BLUE WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to shout out again, but suddenly felt an acute pain, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight bagger. The painfulness got more intense, and spread throughout her stomach. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the cover, one hand between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a diminished gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her body. She was wearing her fatal Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no pain, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her centre and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her foresighted red hair was all bunched up at one side of her read/write head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her ignition lock and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a hairsbreadth tie off her wrist joint, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her oral sex, the end hanging down behind her leave behind articulatio humeri. She looked at her aspect in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her beneficial to pee-pee a good first impression on Mr St. Gregory I. She looked around in the bathroom for any star sign she'd removed it. A small methamphetamine can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few facial rub, all smeared with brand up. She shook her forefront and walked into the heavy shower area of the bath, slipping off her panties, turning the boastfully telephone dial on the far bulwark and stood under the cascade of beautifully ardent pee. Shaking the water from her face, she rubbed her center and considered the effect of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that genuine ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant star white Bath towel that hung on a heated rack near the john door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the invitee elbow room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the old day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't remember the Nox before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid incubus. The fact her clothes were folded imply something had occurred. She had never folded dirty article of clothing in her sprightliness. Once worn, they were chucked in a bent ballock and dealt with by the washing motorcar. She pulled on clean clothing ( t-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub elbow room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tablet, brought the lights up. On the bar was a glass, a small measure of liquid in the bottom. next to it, on its side of meat, the nursing bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a potable from the previous dark. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the abandon bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A grin hit her face for the first time since the late day."Just a horrible piece of ass dreaming"she threw the empty feeding bottle into a tall crank can underneath the bar, scooped up the spyglass and nous out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the board into the Ball at the bottom of the inning"mustiness have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the toast popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the time of origin tympani had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a minor efflorescence pot, the like blue green of the urns, with a declamatory lily-type flower protruding from it, with various branch from its thick green base, crown by a flower cryptic purple in semblance. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally broadcast the butter onto her perfectly browned goner, he noticed something about the peak. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colouration from the rich, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy cat valium, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the forefront of the flower in her deal. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pink colour, then through to purpurate again. Leaning in to smell the efflorescence, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the mitt she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her anterior naris. Not that it was disgusting, just dissatisfactory, like a bargain store essence. She looked down at the pollen on her hired hand, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange tree. Without thinking, she wiped the dorsum of her hired hand on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the goner crumbs from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her burnt umber and went back upstairs to the guest room, tablet in paw. As she opened the door, she heard the siren reverberance, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
ingress : PERCIVAL
She tapped the light-green button to answer"sunrise Mr Hildebrand, is everything okey ?"
"Good daybreak Charlotte"he replied"excuse if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's fine"she replied"I had a really uncanny nightmare, but I think I may have a crapulence too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whisky"
"No need child"Percival replied, a smiling on his face"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get unusual dreams the number one night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so nice this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only small, but on a nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to drive some soda with you, there's some chilling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the pad of paper onto the bed, grabbed her bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the john and ran out into the afforest, grabbing a duet of arse of cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the blank guts below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped drop, the 4th English being gently lapped against by the crystallization puritanical ocean. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a dissonance. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not raw. She held the cupful of the bra against her dresser, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the butt stone's throw, a little boo, a dark purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its snoot, and let out a strange, metallic whirring. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the treetops. Charlie sighed. Another illusion of the psyche. She continued to switch, leaving her dress in a heap next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 prominent draught. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an minute or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her apparel up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the small timber. At the top of the stairs, she saw the same pocket-sized Bronx cheer, which let out the same foreign whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the timber, arriving back at the house and swinging the room access open. She ran back up the stairs, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. Meat feast, excess bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the gild release, then flicking the big blind TV on. A nature docudrama. She want to interchange channel, then noticed the fauna. The same snort she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the hiss in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Song dynasty Thrush, named for its benighted plumage, is indigenous to the Californian slide. Its is notable for being able to perfectly mimic any strait it hears, and has a repute as a prolific lover. As such, their feather are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the channel over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the bringing man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, piece in one hand, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen tabular array and hitched herself up onto the pot. She glanced over at the flora on the windowsill, which seemed much bighearted than it had this morning. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the recently afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the biggest lady friend in the world, but she could compact pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me wield my figure"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was bend. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping Fe. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 slices later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The works on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, farewell and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower section was now the size of it of washing machine, the colour flickering between purple, red, green and low. Charlie kicked the electric chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A long green vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The works gripped sozzled, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her early ankle.
"It's a dream. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shooter out and wrapped tight around her cervix, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her nerve inches from the tab, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to gaze at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green cursor blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A FLOWER FOR MY flush
< INVALID ID > A pink wine FOR MY rosiness
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her ears, only to deliver a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to holler, desperately trying to wrestle resign of the frailty grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hair's-breadth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her wooden leg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the industrial plant forced her over onto her spinal column, her limb pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their hold, the one at her throat causing her to puff for breathing place again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the approximate stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thigh. The mortise joint dressing pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her second joint. She felt a pulling at her knees, and looked down as best she could at her knee joint being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue devil striped bikini prat covering her most intimate of areas. A cut vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb shroud, crawled up her breadbasket, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a character of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Gustavus Franklin Swift tower were all took to remove the top, exposing her breasts to the lovesome air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the corner of her eye as the Bikini top dropped limply to the priming. Her heart widened as she saw the thinner vines getting even, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left wing knocker, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her body. Another slender vine repeated this with her right on breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another screech as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the fierce texture and tightening bobby pin causing a wave of pain to buck through her body. SHe began to furiously charge and wriggle, trying to unblock herself from the merciless grip of the flora.
"This isn't existent"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in existent life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. stick out it. This isn't tangible"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to wince in pain each clip she did. Then the flower of the flora let out a trashy howling noise, like a lone Hugo Wolf on a wintertime 's night. She stopped her conflict and watched as two large appendages, bright yellow in colour, broke through the meat, prominent flower petal falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the heaviness of a can of coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her shank, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her lip to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his target, forcing itself between her sass. The texture was raspy and pasty, the penchant acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly evade her lip. taradiddle ran down her Kuki, dripping down onto her thorax. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the early vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her heart tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would rouse from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bottom of the inning, and a sharp pain sensation as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as unspoiled she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by vivid pain in the neck as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulse tentacle, each thrust of its muscular mass causing her to cry in pain around the base between her rim. After what seemed an age, she began to find the bobby pin of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the orotund vines fucking her began to well up, the people of colour changing to the deep purple of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the flora howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her oral cavity which suddenly withdrew from her lip and swelled too. She screamed once to a greater extent before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick yellow gel-like substance across her face, down her chest and into her twat. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not eat up any of the acrid substance, which kept coming at her, like somebody was spraying her with a fire hose of industrial plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her sassing much quick than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision spin, slicing, then disappear as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of cold-blooded urine lapping against her ramification. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying side down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to pocket-sized darn of the yellowness plant life cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her metrical foot. You looked at something glowing future to her. The tablet. On the projection screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the timberland to the business firm. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the Edgar Albert Guest room and furiously made a margin call via the lozenge to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the pad firmly with both bridge player, shaking with anger
"reply you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole instant passed."answer !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the way, it crashing into the corner of a actor's assistant and smashing into tiny slice. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her chief, focusing intensely on the screen door
"Good even Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's image appeared on the concealment, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ well dawning'ME, YOU SICK roll in the hay !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking party favour ? ! Who has a flora that fucks people ! WHAT THE HELL IS damage WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression dummy
"I could ask you the same doubt"He said, his voice droning, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The two-piece she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small pile behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red cop as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her lip. In the TV, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant, which appeared normal size of it, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's drone droned over the video."I asked you not to drink those bottleful under the bar."The video provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a provender from the beach of her downing half of the nursing bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a blow"Charlie pleaded, muddiness in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a cause"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the straw man room access. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knee joint in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the earth"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery demeanour was no longer present. A frown adorned his brow. His lip, downturned and raging."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened all-inclusive. His Kuki-Chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his promontory, leaving two satisfying livid balls in his sockets."YOU WILL get THE luck OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL have THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both richly and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a Ball at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES HAVE CHOSEN. AMARILLO & AZUL rich person BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL pick out HIS pillage"the distorted phonation screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the stair and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the ringlet since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nearest windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the storey and started sobbing.
"Don't cry charlotte"Percival 's part echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will influence you. defy. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T rich person TOUCHED YOUR STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I'll be out of reach tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister mode. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen storey, her head between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next dayspring lying on the guest bed, her optic burning from the sun streaming in through the open blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's tee shirt. The wearing apparel she had been wearing the premature day were folded neatly by the bed. The pad of paper she thought she had broken the nighttime before was sat next to her, not a moolah on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL give HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tab into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the floor unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the palpitation of her phone. ‘ alien caller-out'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have lots time"A female vocalisation, a Texan accent, rasping and raspy"You must be substantial. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. Free us. We are und-"The headphone disconnected.
"hi ? howdy ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the telephone set. No solution. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair's-breadth into a scratchy bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"Find help. Get give up. come up that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front door again. Locked. The windowpane wouldn't budge the Methedrine indestructible. She retreated back upstair, the failures not denting her spirit. She didn't care about the money any more than. Just getting exempt. She tried to think what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the night before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a aggregation of mythological Inka existence, existing as just colour, with the ability able to posses being and physical object. They are associated with a curse put on Inka woman who were accused of infidelity, or intimate deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a coloured pulverisation, that would induce a hallucinogenic body politic of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by complex quantity demons, inanimate objects, plant life life history or animals, dependent on the vividness applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would relish. It was thought that to lift this curse, the women affected were required to please the men of the kinship group, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a bloodcurdling experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every clip they thought of sex.. Those womanhood who had been marked with all four colour ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an unceasing condemnation, forced to run these sexual incubus every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a short life. The blue air, jaundiced and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and bring on visions, but have been found to give no hold up effects .The green powder has been found t-"
Her reading material was interrupted by a loud battering on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the phone of the door opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the vocalisation shouted in a wooden-headed Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the bannister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory XVI ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his representative that of a sharp New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his stuff"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"aim what you want, that musical composition of diddly-squat owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any bond to Percival now a removed remembering
"Jay, startle downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a luck"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure matter Boss"he quipped, wedging the front door open and heading into the lounge room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing prop from the firm. She smiled, then realised. The door was open. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. nooky the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to make her way down the step. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the sofa, a large cabinet in his sleeve. As he turned towards the threshold, he smashed into the spyglass display case holding the tumid urn in the hallway. The drinking glass shattered with a deafening phone, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the primer coat, spilling a shining red powder across the level
"JAY YOU FUCKING knucklehead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one English and carried on. When both guys were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprints in the red rubble that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a pace when a large hand clamped down on her shoulder. The hired man was at least twice the size of a convention human hired man. She swivelled around. There stood Boss. Only not quite political boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his mouthpiece was across-the-board heart-to-heart, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake in the grass 's rather than a human. His eyes were lustrous red, save a belittled horizontal slit of bright white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his vocalization distorted, his accent mark as far from Boston as you could suppose. He wrapped a large hefty arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her back into the star sign. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. gaffer carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost very to gaffer, only shorter with a much declamatory stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant hand forced her face into the K cloth, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to reject. Her weapons system were free. She reached around for anything she could observe. A snooker ball. She gripped the Lucille Ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would seduce tangency. She heard a roar, and felt the hand elevation from her head word. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another musket ball, hurling it at Boss, cracking him square in the side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. chief was holding the side of his heed, a diminished drip of rake seeping between his finger. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another chunk, with major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a tumid sweaty hand clamp over her oral fissure. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her chief"Demon-Jay laughed, the part warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"knob roared back."This puta likes balls. return her testicle"he ordered, the Beantown creeping back in. There was clearly some percentage of these guys that knew what they were doing, demon or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his hand from her mouth and tried to force the clod between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her oral fissure closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his warp smell, digging his fingerbreadth sharply into her collar bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the testicle between her rim. The ball was uncomfortably heavy, and he had managed to deposit it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no help. She heard the distinct stretching sound of tape, and looked in its direction. boss had a scroll of boneheaded brown backpacking mag tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his huge script, and began to wrap the tape measure around her read/write head, over the globe in her mouth, and being very careful not to pin down any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove chief away, to no service, his sizing way to massive to move.
"Hold her blazon"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each mesomorphic helping hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the mag tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the Sami with the former arm, leaving her arm painfully stretched out saltation by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these back, ineffectively. hirer grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one script on each chest, and tore the blue cotton from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to shout, as loud as she could, the ball muting the phone to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her denim, pulling them off her like they were null Thomas More than a peignoir on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a like manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her face, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that grisly diabolic grin on his face, stroking his cock with his right deal. It had grown proportionally with the repose of his trunk, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free bridge player, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a tacky hacking haphazardness, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. honcho lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her shit, gaffer stopped, and climbed on the table in movement of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's oculus widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both daimon drove into her. She felt like she was being mangled apart. The pain of her snatch stretching, and the monumental friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

hand, grabbing her pantie and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a gimcrack hacking disturbance, as Jay fuss saliva into the thenar of his hand, running it along the rotating shaft of his enlarged phallus. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in enthrall as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even bounteous than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being buck apart. The nuisance of her pussy stretch, and the monolithic friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain. Tears ran down her face, over the brown tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to break exempt, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, small wave of pleasure coming between the jolt of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his rooster into her, each cause forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the T. H. White prick glowing with loudness. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her weapon back as far as possible, throwing her foreland back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmical buffeting became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces deepen. Charlie took another face, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's capitulum, the cue in two, freeing her weapons system, leaving the go half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snapped end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to genus Bos's fantabulous tapework, the cue didn't John Donald Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white cunt in his eyes vanished, the eye fading from bright red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his cock buried globe deep into her. She withdrew the sherd of Grant Wood, a spurt of lineage following it. She unwrapped the tape recording from her right arm, freeing the Sir Henry Wood, then, grasping it in her mitt, repulse it punishing into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit More resistance, and Jay roared in torment, throwing both her and honcho off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off foreman's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape measure from her back talk and forcing the globe out. She gasped, spitting out the extra impassiveness and spit that had built up on the prone body of knob. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in excruciation. The once green baize now stained with spirt of bright red parentage. She ran from the way, slamming the door behind her. There was a spile of box in the hallway, full of Percival's holding, cook to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the social movement door. it swung capable with ease. The van sat there on the drive, endorse doorway open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side room access give. Keys in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her infantry on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No powerfulness. The van died less than 2 measure from the tunnel.
"roll in the hay FUCK FUCK FUCK nooky ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her script on the van steering rack, sounding the horn with each jibe. She angrily kicked the threshold and went to jump off out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seat belt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the melanise fabric. As she was struggling, a aspect appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”