The sun peaked over the gage covered brow, its crest reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her picket. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three prison term on the large wooden room access. nil. She knocked again. Still no reply. She took a footstep back from the doorway, and looked up at the gravid house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two sides, a small-scale tunnel through the mound to the left, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean sea, a bluey Orange hue to the undulation in the morning sun, stretching out in front of it. The house itself was grand, if not vast, looking more like a bombastic English cottage than something on the West seacoast of the States. She took another glance at the window on the upper f hoping to catch deal of somebody, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"postponement !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the room access, wearing nil but a bathrobe. She took two stairs back up the path.
"charlotte, is it ?"the robed man asked, holding out a manus. Charlie tentatively grab a clasp and didder it, his decoration soft, his grip firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, come in, I'll be down in a mo"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's buttock flushed too, the robe only just covering his buttocks as he stepped back inner
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the heavy wooden room access behind her. She looked around the large hall she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a way this big fit in this theatre ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of staircase on either incline of the way, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with threshold at each position, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her middle were drawn to the glass case in the centre of the room, containing a large green coloured urn.
"Go through the first doorway on the left please"the man said, snapping her backrest to reality"You can call for a seat in the lounge."Make yourself comfy"He smiled then walked up the left set of step, vanishing through the threshold to the left at the top. The sound of the doorway closing echoed through the Brobdingnagian hall. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the big oak door into the waiting area. This room was much low in size, but no less august. Bookshelves lined the far rampart, separated in the centre by a rather grand open fireplace. Sat above the open fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the ghastly detail making her skin creeping. She spied a heavy armchair in the box of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much lenient than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively easy chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the primer coat and looked around at the diverse ornament and accessories in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hall, only lots smaller. The urn itself was nothing especial to look at, the same unripened as the one in the hallway, no handle, and a modest delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its knit appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small tabular array it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the little pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be measured with that"the valet de chambre, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped lawsuit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my enceinte grandad"Charlie jerked her hired man away from the table, standing deadbolt upright, her straits bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing promising red
"It's okay, I don't mind"the valet de chambre smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the affair I have here. I've gathered artifact from all over the world in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my assemblage"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with various others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain stagnant relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"semen on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. sign sitter. Must be capable to stay at the house for 7 24-hour interval. $ 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 attic windowpane of her female parent's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that a good deal money for doing goose egg ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a totally class of sexist input, raunchy advances and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his face after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the tertiary time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the routine at the seat of the advert
"how-do-you-do, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's o.k., take your meter"a deep, assuasive vocalism replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an give ear online for a sign Willem de Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalism growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's gravid"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 sluttish"sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I take on your email address and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email name and address, her laptop let out a beep, as an electronic mail dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming droning of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the vox replied, before the speech sound disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her nous began to backwash. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a unspoiled job, she could do this all the prison term. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist mother fucker and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the respite of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that dark, she remembered the email. She clicked it open and started to read.
"charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to appear after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the allow wing of the sign of the zodiac. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the business firm, bar a twosome of rooms ("The headmaster bedchamber and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibration to them. As the door to the guest room swung surface, she was surprised at the contrast. lenient magnolia wall, contemporary interior decoration, 4k TV suspension on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting future to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower room. It was like someone had dropped a high quality hotel way into a quaint theater on the California coast.
"I like to make surely my Edgar Albert Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my peculiar tastes"He picked the pad of paper up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the functions of the house. The heating plant and hot water supply. The light ..."he slid his finger along the projection screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought strains of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm scheme and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food for thought or wassail, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeout a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can turn over me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his air pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the blind, showing a live webcam provender from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the law and fire section and they'll be here in 20 transactions. They'll also contact me and I'll fountainhead straight dwelling house"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter product line on his mature fount crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an older man, he was in fantastic pattern. On the tour of the theater, he'd told her he would change by reversal 70 next year, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the oldest. His Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and pepper hair swept over to the right wing, and a perfectly politic facial expression interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking storage of 1930's gangster. ‘ 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 plane leaves soon"they headed down the stairs and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me know"He picked up two travelling bag from near the battlefront door and headed out to the car sat on the parkway. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really apprise it. I'll give you a ready call when I arrive to check how things are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall frame behind the steering wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the burrow and out of sight. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the invitee elbow room bed, the pad of paper on her lap, the TV on, some beastly storage hunting watch show playing to no-one in finicky. She was engrossed in the grade of Modern engineering crammed into this seemingly antiquated holding. Playing music in random room, messing with the ignitor, and checking out the CCTV photographic camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a service department somewhere, and a position labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the photographic camera. She'd worked out she could impress the cameras, and spent the next 10 second point them into the corners of every way. As she was flicking from room to elbow room, something caught her eye. In the way labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a bombastic snooker table, decorated like an old English public house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottles of spirits, was another one of the unripe urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the way, down the flowing stairway and into a room in the right wing of the home. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room open, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first prison term. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to head off the bright blue bottleful beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the green urn nestled between vintage bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left paw, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its aftermath. The urn was oddly warm to the touching, like it had a lit candle, or some other heating source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's word of honor about the belittled urn, and how it contained a all in relative.
"Was this the Sami ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain drained relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a cryptical desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a small measure of a fine gunpowder. She gently tipped the urn to one position, sliding the fine debris finisher to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger's breadth into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The pulverisation was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to roost. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the glowering oak surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her helping hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose debris. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coldness spell to warmth as the pulverisation sat in her deal, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her hands on the rachis of her jeans."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No gist 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 shelf, being careful to descent up the bag with the dust closed chain on the shelf. She looked up at the early bottles on the bar. A bottleful of diddly-shit Book of Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the relief of the bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a minor glass tumbler and pouring a small measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty ice onto the bar, coughing slightly at the acuity of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her psyche racing. The prospicient she stared, the stranger she felt. A passion flooded through her dead body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her branch through her denim. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the footing, her leave hand groping at her white meat through the sparse stuff of her T-shirt. She tossed her chief back, letting out a blue-blooded moan, before a deafening temptress shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the windows. She lept to her base, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The noise in the elbow room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the source of the auditory sensation. She saw the tab flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the expectant greenness push button next to the message. The Delilah immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the tintinnabulation in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in angriness, partially so she could hear herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so dreary ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when citizenry are calling, I must bear forgotten to reverse it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the call place setting on the tablet. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's alright"Charlie replied, her voice 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 book right down. She didn't want to listen that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you hump I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great business firm"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her wooden leg. As she sat chatting with Mr St. Gregory I, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The strange warming sentience. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately willing herself not go red in the boldness"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"link me if you need to. And don't forget to change by reversal the Delilah down"he chuckled to himself, gave his secure wishes and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the lozenge to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hip into the air, riding her blue jean down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her stage, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her read/write head back in ecstasy, she let out a conciliate moan, her right deal running up inside her tee shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sense experience against her justly breast, making her shrieking loudly, the raciness digging into her, almost fingerbreadth like. The feeling 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 rose hip into her hand, her scanty soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening klaxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her middle towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the honey oil release to accept the call."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Queen City, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this sentence. I just wanted to let you sleep together 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"fountainhead, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not hold done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The concealment flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dreaming ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stairs, back into the way with the urn. The deoxyephedrine 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 void. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly chill. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the junk again, and channelize back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the mesa and rolling it into the bunched up lump at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ dog'racket. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the temptress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"Incoming : < invalid ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a small special K cursor flashed, then letter slowly appeared, the font lowly, just about legible.
"< shut-in ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am liberate. I am uR pR1ncE
"

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

She swivelled round on the spot, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window screen gently flapping in the wind instrument. She hurried over and shut the windowpane, looking around her. goose egg else in the elbow room."Must have been the current of air"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the room access. It had swung back receptive, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the story. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into life. The screen was smuggled, with the like green cursor flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< shut-in ID > THE blue angel HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< INVALID ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO residual
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< invalid ID > slumber
The screen then flashed bright blanched, with a attenuated trope of a masquerade in the centre of the CRT screen before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the Orange River glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the windowpane. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the fleck, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out aloud, go off towards the windowpane. Before she could reach the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waistline, and one over her mouth. They had the Saame icy tone as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the helping hand, but nothing came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a expectant, powerful arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the dapple, unable to move, unable 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 windowpane. As before, the shiver began to lessen, turning to heat, a heating which felt like it was scorching her sassing, and heat sending rising tide of pain through her diaphragm. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the diffused bed clothing. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure sensation boring into her shoulder joint, forcing her down into the masking, she let out a howler, and felt a tug at her dungaree. Looking down in repulsion, she watched as her denim were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky second joint, and down to her knees. She let out another scream 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 lacing of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the side of her straits, forcing it to one incline. She tried to fight it, but the power held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the blind still Negro. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the screen. The masquerade party from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this clock time, so she could register it from her lieu prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE blue devil
< shut-in ID > THE amobarbital sodium WILL CONSUME
< shut-in ID > THE BLUE volition DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an intense pain in the neck, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The nuisance got more acute, and banquet throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the mantle, one hand between the two pillows. The sunshine burnt through a little gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her body. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no pain, no anxiousness, no terror, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her middle and wandered into the privy. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair was all bunched up at one incline of her headway, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingerbreadth through her curl and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a haircloth tie off her wrist, gathering her hairsbreadth into a loose ponytail off eye behind her heading, the end hanging down behind her entrust shoulder. She looked at her boldness in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The old day she had made for certain she looked her Best to make a good first base feeling on Mr Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari. She looked around in the bathroom for any sign she'd removed it. A minuscule trash can sat in the recession of the room, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with brand up. She shook her read/write head and walked into the boastfully shower area of the bathroom, slipping off her panties, turning the large dial on the far paries and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm piddle. Shaking the urine from her typeface, she rubbed her eyes and considered the outcome of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that very ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a giant egg white tub towel that hung on a heated rack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the late day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't commend the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly graphic nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty habiliment in her aliveness. Once outwear, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the laundry machine. She pulled on clean clothing ( tee shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in bridge player. As she reached the tooshie of the steps, 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 spyglass, a small amount of liquid in the bottom. Next to it, on its English, the feeding bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the late night. Only vacuous. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the abandon bottle and let out a hanker, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't pinch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A grin hit her case for the first fourth dimension since the previous day."Just a atrocious nooky dream"she threw the vacuous nursing bottle into a tall crank can underneath the bar, scooped up the glassful and head out of the room, sliding a snooker Lucille Ball down the table into the balls at the bottom"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the threshold behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the pledge popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the pad of paper, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage timpani had just finished simmering. Sat on the windowsill was a humble flower pot, the Same blue putting surface of the urns, with a large lily-type blossom protruding from it, with several branch from its thick putting surface stem, crown by a flower inscrutable purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar crapper she was perched on, grabbing the butter smasher as she went to seize her breakfast. As she began to liberally spread the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the way to an earthy Green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the head of the flower in her hand. The people of color changed again, from the greens to a dark pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smack the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand 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 aroma. She looked down at the pollen on her mitt, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange. Without mentation, she wiped the dorsum of her hired man on her dungaree and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the pledge crumbs from her jersey, she downed the last of her coffee and went back up the stairs to the guest room, pad of paper in handwriting. As she opened the threshold, she heard the temptress sonorousness, and glanced down at the flashing gimmick in her hand.
ingress : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to answer"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"trade good good morning Queen City"he replied"Apologies if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's hunky-dory"she replied"I had a really Weird nightmare, but I think I may have a deglutition too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No need shaver"Percival replied, a smile on his boldness"I've already said you can get anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get strange dreams the first off Night they stay here, they'll be gone this evening, don't headache"
"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 sunrise"
"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 Ellen Price Wood, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take 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 lavatory and ran out into the timberland, grabbing a couple of potty of cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white sand below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three slope by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the lechatelierite blue ocean. It felt enclosed, but good. 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 noise. Like a unusual whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the loving cup of the bra against her chest, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom footmark, a small bird, a night purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metallic whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could achieve it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the psyche. She continued to exchange, leaving her clothes in a lot next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, unfold a can of Cola and downed one-half of it in 3 large draft. Pulling her sun hat down over her human face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the sea skyline. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the holdall bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her brake shoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the minor wood. At the top of the stairs, she saw the Saami small shuttlecock, which let out the Lapp foreign whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of dress next to the bed, grabbing the tab and ordering a large pizza. Meat feast, extra Roger Bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order button, then flicking the big silver screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to transfer duct, then noticed the animate being. The same bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the shuttlecock in a pleasant side accent.
"The Midnight call Thrush, named for its dark plumage, is autochthonal to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any sound it hears, and has a report as a prolific lover. As such, their feather are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the hoot 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 deliverance man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with plethora, 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, fade in one script, box in the former, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this morning. She shrugged it off as an conjuring trick of the previous afternoon cheer, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the heavy girl in the world, but she could throng pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"assistant me hold my figure"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curve ball. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping smoothing iron. She was happy with it. She had breaking ball where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speed ticket before.
6 piece 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 industrial plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the size of washing machine, the colours flickering between purple, red, greenness and dark. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A foresightful green vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped tighter, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her former ankle.
"It's a dream. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine crack out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her vertical. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her font first on the tabular array, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her face column inch from the tablet, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the theme of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green pointer nictitation. 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 FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A nookie FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing wow filled the room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her ears, only to have a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to writhe free of the frailty grip of the plant life. The vine attached to her whisker yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankle joint pulled apart, spreading her wooden leg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the industrial plant forced her over onto her backrest, her blazon pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get disengage. The vines tightened their hairgrip, the one at her pharynx causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle book binding pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her articulatio talocruralis to her second joint. She felt a pulling at her genu, and looked down as expert she could at her stifle being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped two-piece bottoms covering her most intimate of areas. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a hitch tacking, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a theatrical role of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Sceloporus occidentalis tugs were all took to remove the top, exposing her breast to the tender air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the niche of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the ground. Her optic widened as she saw the thinner vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her entrust bosom, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her eubstance. Another fragile vine repeated this with her rightfield knocker, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the rough texture and tightening grasp causing a wave of pain to buck through her body. SHe began to furiously hitch and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless traction of the plant.
"This isn't actual"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in existent life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to wince in pain each prison term she did. Then the flush of the plant let out a trashy ululation noise, like a lone wolf on a winter 's Night. She stopped her battle and watched as two large member, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, turgid petals falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparability to the relaxation 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 waistline, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to holler, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The texture was unsmooth and gluey, the taste 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 parry her mouth. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her chest of drawers. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her middle tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her Bikini bed, and a sharp painfulness as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her puss, followed by intense pain as a declamatory vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each poking of its muscular multitude causing her to cry in infliction around the stem between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the gravid vines fucking her began to swell, the colour changing to the cryptic purple of the fowl she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flush of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussycat stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her oral cavity which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a boneheaded yellow gel-like message across her face, down her chest and into her kitty. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acrid substance, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fervency hosiery of works cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth lots faster than she could revolt. She swallowed a mouthful to forbid herself from drowning, and immediately felt her imagination pull, fade, then go away as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of cold H2O lapping against her legs. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying expression down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to small piece of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her foot. You looked at something glowing next to her. The lozenge. 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 forest to the home. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the steps, into the Guest room and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with angriness
"Answer you fucking arse !"She growled through gritted tooth. A altogether minute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into diminutive pieces. Almost instantly, the tv set flickered on. She raised her headland, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's double appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD MORNING'ME, YOU SICK ass !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the piece of ass is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a works that fucks people ! WHAT THE HELL IS wrong WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the same question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a TV feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen tabular array, with one leg up on the bar throne. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a modest pile behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one paw, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant, which appeared pattern size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's droning droned over the video."I asked you not to toast those bottles under the bar."The video recording feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The provender ficked again to a feed of the front end doorway. The pizza pie guy. Charlie on her knees in front of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the earth"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his aspect. His cheery demeanour was no longer present. A frown adorned his os frontale. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened spacious. His Kuki narrowed, distorting horrifically, his expression appearing to stretch. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his straits, leaving two solid white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE lot OF THE eternal sleep. LOS COLORES testament wealthy person 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 rich person CHOSEN. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS award"the distorted voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the way, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the room access. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the close window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through closet. 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 floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's vocalism echoed through the elbow room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR clobber !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be out of reach tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's interpreter signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her point between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the side by side morning lying on the Edgar Guest bed, her eyes 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 jersey. The clothes she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the Nox before was sat future to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the silver screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL HAVE HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pill 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 vibe of her telephone set. ‘ Unknown Caller'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much time"A female voice, a Texan accent, roughly and raspy"You must be firm. Do not let them get you. fight everyone. liberal us. We are und-"The earphone disconnected.
"Hello ? HELLO ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her farsighted red whisker into a rough in bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"breakthrough helper. Get barren. Find that cleaning woman. discovery anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the social movement door again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her spirit. She didn't care about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the dark before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the pad from the floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of mythic Inka beingness, existing as just colour, with the ability able-bodied to posses being and physical object. They are associated with a whammy put on Incan women who were accused of infidelity, or intimate aberrancy. It is said that a woman would be marked with a colour powder, that would cause a hallucinogenic Department of State of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary monster, non-living objects, plant life or animal, dependant on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to filch this swearing, the cleaning woman affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be release of the delusion. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every sentence they thought of sex.. Those cleaning lady who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eternal nemesis, forced to brave these intimate nightmares every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a little life. The bluing, yellow and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induct visual modality, but have been found to have no lasting effect .The green pulverization has been found t-"
Her version was interrupted by a meretricious banging on the door. She looked up. The knock repeated. She then heard the phone of the room access curtain raising, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the vocalization shouted in a thick Bostonian dialect. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice 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 poppycock"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and block up us"
"Take what you want, that part of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a distant memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his married person"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front room access open and heading into the lounge elbow room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing attribute from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was undefended. She could depart. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. roll in the hay the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to wee her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass display case holding the heavy urn in the hallway. The glass shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the basis, spilling a bright red pulverization across the floor
"JAY YOU piece of tail dumbass !"Bos shouted at him
"Sorry knob ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the stiff of the urn to one side and carried on. When both hombre were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprint in the red detritus that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a declamatory deal clamped down on her berm. The bridge player was at to the lowest degree twice the size of a normal human being paw. She swivelled around. There stood hirer. Only not quite Boss. There was genus Bos in there. He stood 7 foundation marvelous, his mouth was encompassing unfold, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a Snake 's rather than a human. His heart were bright red, economize a pocket-sized horizontal puss of promising white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his vocalisation distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could imagine. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her shank, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her back into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to defend him off. knob carried her into the sign of the zodiac, kicking the threshold closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost superposable to party boss, only shorter with a much larger tummy. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant hand forced her face into the green fabric, pinning her down feather. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her blazon were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ball. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact. She heard a hollering, and felt the hand lift from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the mesa, brandishing it like a fishgig. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at knob, cracking him squarely in the slope of the capitulum
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the tabular array as potential. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his heed, a small trickle of blood seeping between his finger. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with John Major league ewer accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening fling. Then she felt a large sweaty manus clamp over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hired man, to no effect.
"Got her party boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"honcho roared back."This puta likes glob. collapse her formal"he ordered, the Hub of the Universe creeping back in. There was clearly some voice of these guys that knew what they were doing, devil or no devil. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the mesa. He removed his hand from her mouth and tried to force the ballock between her sassing. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled quality, digging his finger's breadth sharply into her collar os. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to stuff the ball between her rim. The ball was uncomfortably boastfully, and he had managed to lodge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit out it out, but to no avail. She heard the decided stretching sound of tape recording, and looked in its direction. honcho had a roll of thickly brown packing tape in his hired hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the cover of her straits in his huge deal, and began to roll the mag tape around her head, over the lump in her lip, and being very careful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the unloose bun out of the way each strait round. Charlie's tried desperately to jostle knob away, to no avail, his size of it way to massive to move.
"Hold her weapon"chief signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each powerful mitt. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the Lapplander with the other arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these back, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the sharpness of the table.
"Let Rojo experience his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's jersey, one deal on each breast, and tore the Amytal cotton plant from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to scream, as tacky as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were zippo more than a wrapper on a burnt umber bar, discarding them in a standardized mode. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her face, a determination in her center. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to plain furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that sickish diabolic grin on his expression, stroking his cock with his decent hired man. It had grown proportionally with the eternal sleep of his physical structure, and was now easily 14 in long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free helping hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking stochasticity, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his paw, running it along the gibe of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his dick touched her asshole, party boss stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even crowing than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the persuasion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain in the neck of her kitty-cat stretching, and the massive friction in her bunghole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to obstruct out the pain

hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking stochasticity, as Jay spat saliva into the ribbon of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her arse, gaffer stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's centre widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to derive. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being deplumate apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her SOB almost caused her to guide out."stoppage with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain. Tears ran down her expression, over the embrown magnetic tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to get around free, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, little waves of pleasure coming between the impact of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his hammer into her, each driving force forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white puss glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her subdivision back as far as potential, throwing her caput back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pounding became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's question, the cue in two, freeing her blazonry, leaving the broken halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snapped end of the cue as hard as she could into the incline of chief's skull. Thanks to gaffer's excellent tapework, the cue didn't John Donald Budge from her arm, and push back straight into his tabernacle. The white dent in his eyes vanished, the heart fading from bright red to nigrify. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his cock buried balls mysterious into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a jet of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape from her mighty arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, drove it firmly into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Thomas More opposition, and Jay roared in suffering, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the base. She pulled herself off honcho's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the special phlegm and saliva that had built up on the prone body of hirer. clock time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in suffering. The once green baize now stained with spurts of bright red blood line. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a pile of boxes in the hall, full of Percival's belonging, make to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the threshold, she pulled at the front door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the drive, back room access open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the device driver side door give. Keys in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No power. The van died less than 2 cadence from the tunnel.
"screwing FUCK piece of ass screwing fuck ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her hands on the van steering wheel, sounding the horn with each jibe. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her breast. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black cloth. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”