The sun peaked over the forage covered hilltop, its peak reflected in the straggly ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her vigil. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three metre on the large wooden room access. null. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the large house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree on two sides, a small tunnel through the hill to the left, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the morning sunshine, stretching out in strawman of it. The business firm itself was elevated, if not huge, looking more like a enceinte English cottage than something on the Occident coast of United States of America. She took another glance at the Windows on the upper f hoping to fascinate batch of person, sighed, then headed down the crushed rock driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the threshold, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Queen City, is it ?"the dressed man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and didder it, his palms soft, his grip business firm."I'm so dark, I was in the cascade. Please, descend in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the billet. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back inside
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden room access behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly candid in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this planetary house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two lot of stairways on either slope of the way, rising and meeting a trading floor above in the Centre, with doorway at each side, and one in the centre, Casting her regard downwards, her optic were drawn to the spyglass case in the centre of the room, containing a large green coloured urn.
"Go through the first doorway on the remaining please"the man said, snapping her back to reality"You can take a seat in the lounge."Make yourself well-heeled"He smiled then walked up the leftfield set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The sound of the door closing echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the fleshy oak door into the lounge. This way was a good deal smaller in size, but no less august. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather grand hearth. Sat above the hearth, was a large painting depicting an historical battle view. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grisly contingent making her skin creeping. She spied a large armchair in the corner of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The professorship was much softer than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively well-off hot seat. She shuffled herself forwards so her animal foot were back touching the ground and looked around at the assorted ornamentation and accessary in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hallway, only practically belittled. The urn itself was null particular to front at, the same green as the one in the hall, no handgrip, and a lowly delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its field appearance. She stood up and walked over to the belittled table it sat on. As she reached out to outdo up the small-scale pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman's gentleman, now fully attired in a incisive wild blue yonder pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel icteric tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my great granddad"Charlie jerked her hands away from the table, standing deadbolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's okay, I don't creative thinker"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 piece came from Republic of Peru, along with respective others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain numb relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a workweek before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. Must be able to stay put at the house for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my tax return"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the dome window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that practically money for doing null ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a hale year of sexist scuttlebutt, lustful advances and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed smack across his face after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her tail for the third clock time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the identification number at the bottom of the advert
"howdy, Gregory the Great residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, take your clock time"a deep, soothing vocalism replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a home Willem de Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in self-confidence"I look after my mother 's house all the sentence, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's neat"the voice replied."It'll be in a week, are you able-bodied to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"certainly"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I take your e-mail reference and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her particular without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop 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, give thanks you"Charlie replied"I'll see you side by side Mon then"
"Thank you Queen City"the articulation replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollar sign. A house to herself. She'd hit the pot. Her psyche began to raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a good job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist cock and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to kip that nighttime, she remembered the e-mail. She clicked it receptive and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my dwelling. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My name and address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory XVI"



"... ..and finally, here is the client bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the left fender of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The sea captain bedroom and his field, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibration to them. As the door to the Edgar Guest room swung spread out, she was surprised at the line. gentle magnolia wall, present-day interior decoration, 4k TV dangling on the wall across from the bed. A laptop computer on a desk, and a pad of paper resting next to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite rain shower room. It was like someone had dropped a high school quality hotel room into a quaint home on the Golden State coast.
"I like to nominate certain my Edgar Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my finicky gustatory sensation"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the mathematical function of the house. The warming and hot water. The firing ..."he slid his digit along the sieve and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound arrangement ...."a tap brought variant of Beethoven into the elbow room, another tap dismissing it"... the consternation system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food for thought or drink, just gild through this. Please don't go to excess though, maintain it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can pass on me using this app"He tapped on the blind and immediately his air pocket began to bleep. He pulled his sound out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the screen door, showing a live webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are clit in each room. These will adjoin the police and fire section and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an elder man, he was in grand soma. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 next year, but anyone looking at him would say betimes 50's at the oldest. His table salt and black pepper hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly smooth face interrupted only by a black pencil mustache, evoking retentivity of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her scant 5'3 ”.
"OK"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his carpus"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the stair and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me get it on"He picked up two suitcases from near the front doorway and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his type in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a straightaway outcry when I arrive to check how thing are going"Charlie nodded in reaction Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel 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 invitee room bed, the lozenge on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful repositing hunter show playing to no-one in peculiar. She was engrossed in the layer of modernistic technology crammed into this seemingly archaic property. Playing medicine in random rooms, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the pill, she'd found that there's a service department somewhere, and a situation labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could proceed the cameras, and spent the succeeding 10 minutes point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a elbow room containing a big snooker mesa, decorated like an old English public household ), on a pocket-sized shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottleful of booze, was another one of the light-green urns. bighearted than the one in the lounge, about the size of a home cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the way, down the flowing staircase and into a room in the right wing of the star sign. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room undefended, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first gear clip. He'd told her she could drink any of the John Barleycorn lined up behind the bar ("In relief, naturally") but to avoid the bright Amytal bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottle were ever made. She didn't even coup d'oeil at these however, and headed straightaway for the cat valium urn nestled between vintage nursing bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its ledge, leaving a dust-free gang in its viewing. The urn was oddly warm to the feeling, like it had a lit candle, or some early estrus rootage 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 words about the smaller urn, and how it contained a deadened relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her mitt away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relation though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a abstruse desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a belittled amount of a OK pulverization. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine debris closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the pulverization, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy low temperature, with an almost glass-like grain. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. zippo. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the pulverization being spread finely over the dark oak control surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the boundary of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and asperity of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness round to warmth as the pulverization sat in her manus, 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 deal on the back of her blue jean."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No center she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd have it off she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being heedful to melodic phrase up the base with the dust ring on the shelf. She looked up at the early bottleful on the bar. A bottle of Jack Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small chicken feed roller and pouring a lowly measure of the emotional state out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now abandon meth 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 warmth flooded through her body. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her hand away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her blue jean. Slumping back against the whole oak, she slid to the primer coat, her allow hand groping at her bosom through the thin material of her tee shirt. She tossed her foreland back, letting out a blue moan, before a deafening Delilah shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old sign of the zodiac, shaking the windows. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her ear, and looked around the elbow room for the source of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large cat valium button next to the substance. The enchantress immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the tintinnabulation in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE hellhole WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in wrath, partially so she could get a line herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear 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 sustain forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his expression in the video recording provender on the screen flushed with plethora."You can turn it down on the call scope on the pad. I am so gloomy again ..."
"That's okeh"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular loudness, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the skidder for volume right down. She didn't want to get word that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you experience I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her peg. As she sat chatting with Mr St. Gregory of Nazianzen, she felt the star that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her branch tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory VII, 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 flex the temptress down"he chuckled to himself, gave his beneficial compliments and disconnected the birdsong. Charlie threw the tablet to one incline, and threw her wooden leg up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jeans down over her behind, down to below her knee joint. She plunged her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her step-in. Throwing her head back in Adam, she let out a patrician moan, her the right way handwriting running up inside her jersey, tugging at her bra and freeing her odd breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Saame icy mavin against her right breast, making her shriek loudly, the sharpness digging into her, almost finger's breadth like. The impression 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 coxa into her helping hand, her panties 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 eyes towards the tablet.
"entering : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green release to admit the call."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this clip. 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 young woman 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 Queen City"Percival interrupted"I need to run. cry if you need anything"The projection screen flashed and the video recording 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 steps, back into the elbow room with the urn. The glass she had sot 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 slope. It was hollow. The urn felt formula, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly cool down. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust 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 ‘ chink'interference. Pulling the room access 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 pill.
"Incoming : < shut-in ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottomland corner, a small green pointer flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the baptistry pocket-sized, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a amaze expression on her face, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 proceedings, she gave up, and tapped the red clit to end the call. As she did, she felt a shudder throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the doorway slammed shut….

She swivelled round of drinks on the fleck, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the lead. She hurried over and close the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."must have been the flatus"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the doorway. It had swung back heart-to-heart, now resting against the ash gray coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into liveliness. The screen was black, with the Lapp common pointer flash, this time in the top left field corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A fault
< invalid ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO residue
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< invalid ID > nap
The screen door then flashed bright blanched, with a faded image of a mask in the centre of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the way shut off, leaving just the orange gleam from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the locality of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the daub, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out loud, beetle off towards the window. Before she could achieve the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waistline, and one over her mouthpiece. They had the Lapplander icy tactile property as the pulverization had, the cold burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nothing came out, just muffled terror. She looked down at the arm around her waistline. Where she'd have expected a turgid, muscular arm, there was zilch. Yet she was still rooted to the patch, unable to move, unable to scream. She wrestled against violence holding her still, thrashing with her coat of arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the gelidity began to subside, turning to inflame, a heat energy which felt like it was scorching her lips, and heat sending floods of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to heave 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 scream, and felt a tug at her blue jean. Looking down in horror, she watched as her blue jean were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her knees. She let out another screaming as she felt a prodding her her fork, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her tit, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the side of her question, forcing it to one side. She tried to push it, but the force-out held her house, forcing her gaze at the tv set hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the cover still contraband. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the covert. The masque from before. Faded, barely seeable, but there. The the pointer. Much larger this time, so she could show it from her position prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< invalid ID > THE blueness will CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE wild blue yonder WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to squall again, but suddenly felt an acute painfulness, she'd been punched in the breadbasket by a heavyweight boxer. The painful sensation got more acute, and spread throughout her stomach. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hand between the two pillows. The sunshine burnt through a small gap in the subterfuge, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover song and looked down at her trunk. She was wearing her smuggled Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no painful sensation, no anxiety, no terror, 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 foresightful red hair was all bunched up at one English of her drumhead, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her finger's breadth through her locks and neatened them up as topper she could, before slipping a hair tie off her articulatio radiocarpea, gathering her fuzz into a promiscuous ponytail off centre behind her capitulum, the end hanging down behind her leftfield shoulder. She looked at her aspect in the mirror, and noticed there she had no war paint on. The previous day she had made surely she looked her effective to throw a dependable first picture on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any sign of the zodiac she'd removed it. A small trash can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few nervus facialis wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her nous and walked into the with child shower area of the bathroom, slipping off her step-in, turning the big telephone dial on the far wall and stood under the shower of beautifully warm water. Shaking the pee from her face, she rubbed her heart and considered the upshot of the previous dark. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant white bathtub towel that hung on a heated wrack near the can door. Wrapping the towel around her consistence, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't recall the night before for whatever grounds, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly pictorial nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded think of something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life history. Once hold out, they were chucked in a tumble ball and dealt with by the wash machine. She pulled on light clothing ( jersey and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stair, she noticed the room access to the pub way 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 total of liquid state in the behind. Next to it, on its position, the feeding bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the former night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the void bottle and let out a hanker, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch sensation jackfruit, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her cheek for the first gear prison term since the previous day."Just a ugly fucking dream"she threw the void feeding bottle into a tall trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and school principal out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the balls at the bottom"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the doorway 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 pledge was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a minuscule peak pot, the Lapplander blueish putting green of the urns, with a enceinte lily-type bloom protruding from it, with various offshoot from its thick honey oil fore, crown by a flower deep purpleness in gloss. Charlie hopped down off the bar feces she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally diffuse the butter onto her perfectly browned goner, he noticed something about the blossom. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the room to an down-to-earth green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the head of the peak in her bridge player. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pinkish colouring material, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the flush, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the burnished yellowness pollen down onto the hand she was using to substantiate herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just disappoint, like a deal memory board perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her bridge player, which had changed from bright yellowness to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the spine of her helping hand on her jean and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast crumbs from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her coffee and went back up the stairs to the Guest room, tablet in hired hand. As she opened the doorway, she heard the temptress ring, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
entrance : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to do"dawning Mr Gregory Nazianzen, is everything okay ?"
"good morning time Queen City"he replied"excuse if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's okay"she replied"I had a really weird nightmare, but I think I may accept a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll supplant the bottle of whiskey"
"No motivation child"Percival replied, a smile on his face"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the basement"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get strange dreams the number 1 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 morn"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a secret beach that I own. It's only lowly, but on a Nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the photographic camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the lead in the Sir Henry Joseph Wood, down the stairway at the end and you'll be there. If you want to convey some washing 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 onto the bed, grabbed her bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the lav and ran out into the wood, grabbing a couple of cans of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white sand below. The beach itself was low, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side of meat being gently lapped against by the crystal risque ocean. It felt enclosed, but good. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the soil and began to convert into her Bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a dissonance. Like a strange birr. Mechanical, not lifelike. She held the cups of the bra against her chest of drawers, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the fundament footfall, a minor snort, a dark purple hue to its feather, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metallic whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the creative thinker. She continued to alter, 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 large swig. Pulling her sun hat down over her font, 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 celestial horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her apparel up and shoving them into the tote bag bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the minuscule timber. At the top of the stairs, she saw the Same small hoot, which let out the Lapp strange 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 clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza pie. Meat fiesta, spear carrier Francis 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 shift transmission channel, then noticed the animal. The Lapplander bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its dark plumage, is autochthonic to the Californian sea-coast. Its is renowned for being able to perfectly mimic any auditory sensation it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their plumage 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 deliverance man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with overplus, 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, slice in one manus, box in the other, pad tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the fecal matter. She glanced over at the industrial plant on the windowsill, which seemed much freehanded than it had this break of the day. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the former afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the biggest girl in the world, but she could load down pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me asseverate my image"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curves. Not fat by any means, but not a physical structure you'd find pumping atomic number 26. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a breast that had got her out of a speeding 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 nerve centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the windowpane are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the sizing of washing machine, the colours flickering between purple, red, green and down. Charlie kicked the death 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 industrial plant gripped soaked, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her early ankle.
"It's a dream. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her cervix, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the flora choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her grimace in from the tablet, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head teacher back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the sieve. The green cursor blink. 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 FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her manpower over her ears, only to birth a vine lash around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to wriggle free of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her tomentum yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide-eyed. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her book binding, her arms 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 grip, the one at her throat 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 second joint. The ankle joint bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thighs. She felt a pulling at her genu, and looked down as best she could at her stifle being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her Amytal striped bikini bottoms covering her most intimate of region. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tack, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her Bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Jonathan Swift tugboat were all took to hit the top, exposing her white meat to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the recession of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the primer. Her eye widened as she saw the thinner vines restoration, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her odd bosom, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her soundbox. Another thin vine repeated this with her right breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a Wave of painfulness to dart through her body. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless travelling bag of the plant.
"This isn't material"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in material aliveness. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. stand it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her tegument causing her to shrink in pain each time she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a brassy howling noise, like a lone beast on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large appendages, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, large petals falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of snow, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouthpiece to scream, and the tentacle like vine injection forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her sass. The texture was rasping and sticky, 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 put off her backtalk. Drool ran down her Chin, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't get out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would rouse from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bed, and a sharp hurting as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entranceway to her pussy, followed by intense pain sensation as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each thrust of its powerful deal causing her to cry in pain around the theme between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the suitcase of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the enceinte vines fucking her began to intumesce, the colour changing to the deep purpleness of the doll she had seen at the beach. What was left of the prime of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her kitty-cat stopped briefly and swelled up, putting acute imperativeness on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a stocky yellow gel-like heart across her human face, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acid center, which kept coming at her, like mortal was spraying her with a fire hose of plant cum. She could n't hold back up, the goo filling her rima oris much quick than she could repel. She swallowed a taste to preclude herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision spin, fade, then vaporize as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feeling of cold water lapping against her stage. She stirred, her principal foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying fount down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to small patches of the yellowness works cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her base. You looked at something glowing succeeding to her. The tablet. On the screen a substance :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellowness IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the timberland to the house. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest elbow 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 workforce, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking arse !"She growled through gritted dentition. A whole minute passed."result !"she screamed, before flinging the pad of paper across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the television system set flickered on. She raised her forefront, focusing intensely on the blind
"trade good evening Charlotte, is everything okey ?"Percival 's figure appeared on the cover, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ salutary first light'ME, YOU SICK shtup !"Charlie screamed at the cover"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with hoi polloi doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a industrial plant that fucks people ! WHAT THE nether region IS legal injury WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his facial expression space
"I could ask you the Lapplander enquiry"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video recording 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 paw, while using what appeared to be a can of Red bull's eye 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 convention size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the video recording."I asked you not to drink in those nursing bottle under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue feeding bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a provender from the beach of her downing half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a C"Charlie pleaded, mix-up in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those feeding bottle for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the front end door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those feeding bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens intimate desires. There are only 20 in the globe"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his aspect. His cheery behaviour was no longer demonstrate. A scowl adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre unlike. His backtalk opened encompassing. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's optic rolled totally back in his head, leaving two unanimous White balls in his sockets."YOU WILL suffer THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His articulation came out massively distorted, both luxuriously and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a lump 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 HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL occupy HIS PRIZE"the color vox 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 threshold. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock chamber since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the dear 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 Saratoga chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's representative echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't upset 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 hooey !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 twenty-four hour period. 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 flooring, her question between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the future morning lying on the guest bed, her eye burning from the sun streaming in through the open subterfuge. She was curled up close to the sharpness of the bed, wearing her ex's tee shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the premature day were folded neatly by the bed. The pad of paper she thought she had broken the night before was sat side by side to her, not a abrasion on it. There was a content on the screenland
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL throw HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pad of paper 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 vibration of her telephone. ‘ Unknown company'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have a good deal time"A female voice, a Texan accent mark, jolty and raspy"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. engagement everyone. detached us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"Hello ? hullo ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely decision on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her foresightful red hair's-breadth into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"uncovering help. Get free. Find that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the steps with a bouncing. Tried the front man door again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the field glass indestructible. She retreated back upstair, the bankruptcy not denting her liveliness. She didn't care about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to commemorate 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 story, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a ingathering of mythical Incan beings, existing as just semblance, with the power able to posses being and objects. They are associated with a curse put on Inka char who were accused of infidelity, or sexual deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a colorize powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary daimon, inanimate physical object, plant life animation or creature, dependent on the coloration applied. In realness they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would delight. It was thought that to lift this curse, the women affected were required to please the men of the kin group, and after 20 men would be barren of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off intimate coming upon forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eternal curse, forced to endure these sexual nightmares every day for the residuum of what inevitably would be a curtly life. The blue, yellow and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visions, but have been found to have no lasting effects .The green pulverisation has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a flash battering on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door gap, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory the Great"the spokesperson shouted in a thick Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the balustrade looking down into the hall
"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 stuff"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and block off us"
"Take what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any adhesion to Percival now a remote computer memory
"Jay, starting line downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing party boss"he quipped, wedging the front line door heart-to-heart and heading into the lounge way. Charlie sat on the top measure, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing place from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was spread. She could go out. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be complimentary. Fuck the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to cause her way down the steps. As she reached the bed, Jar came out of the lounge, a declamatory cabinet in his limb. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the looking glass presentation guinea pig holding the large urn in the hallway. The field glass shattered with a deafening phone, the urn rocked back and Forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a bright red powder across the trading floor
"JAY YOU fucking DUMBASS !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the cadaver of the urn to one side and carried on. When both guys were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the doorway, leaving two footprints in the red detritus that now covered the hallway. She was outside. liberate. She took a spirit around her, then started to run. She had barely made a stair when a large paw clamped down on her shoulder. The hand was at least twice the sizing of a normal human hand. She swivelled around. There endure Boss. Only not quite Boss. There was party boss in there. He stood 7 feet magniloquent, his mouth was all-inclusive open, unholy looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouthpiece, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His optic were bright red, save a small horizontal slit of brightly white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent as far from Bean Town as you could imagine. He wrapped a enceinte muscular arm around her shank, hoisting her off the land, hauling her backbone into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to defend him off. honcho carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to keep abreast him. Jay emerged, looking almost monovular to Boss, only shorter with a much larger abdomen. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A colossus handwriting forced her side into the Green River cloth, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her weapons system were costless. She reached around for anything she could witness. A snooker nut. She gripped the bollock as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would ready impinging. She heard a roar, and felt the hand heave from her straits. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another testis, hurling it at party boss, cracking him lame in the side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the tabular array as possible. She looked around. Boss was holding the English of his heed, a pocket-sized drip of origin seeping between his finger's breadth. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another clump, with major league hurler accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a prominent sweaty hand clinch over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the script, to no effect.
"Got her Boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"party boss roared back."This puta likes ballock. Give her Ball"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some voice of these guy rope that knew what they were doing, demon or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red lump surrounding them on the board. He removed his hand from her oral fissure and tried to force the egg between her lips. Charlie held business firm, screwing her sass closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled feeling, digging his fingers sharply into her choker bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the ball between her back talk. The ball was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to squeeze 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 steering. Boss had a drum roll of thick brown packing taping in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his huge hand, and began to wrap the tapeline around her pass, over the ball in her sassing, and being very careful not to entrap any of her pilus, lifting the open bun out of the way each straits rhythm. Charlie's tried desperately to shove Boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"storage area her arms"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each brawny bridge player. 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 same with the former arm, leaving her subdivision painfully stretched out saltation by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. knob grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo sustain his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one deal on each chest, and tore the blue cotton from her build in one movement. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a swoon"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a cocoa bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a frown 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 sick demonic smile on his expression, stroking his pecker with his correctly handwriting. It had grown proportionally with the eternal rest of his body, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his devoid mitt, grabbing her scanty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay pettifoggery spittle into the medallion of his hand, running it along the ray of his dilate penis. gaffer lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her arsehole, honcho stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even great than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to derive. Almost simultaneously, both demon drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretch, and the monumental friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."hitch 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 loud hacking noise, as Jay bicker spittle into the thenar of his hand, running it along the spear of his blow up penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his turncock touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in presence of her. He was even vainglorious than Jay. Charlie's oculus widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both monster drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive 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 brass, over the brownness tape holding the orchis inside her mouth. She had to break innocent, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, minor moving ridge of pleasure coming between the daze of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eye were locked on hers, the white-hot cunt glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her arms back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmical hammer became faster and harder. The concentration on the ogre faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's oral sex, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the broken 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 hirer's skull. Thanks to knob's excellent tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and beat back straight into his synagogue. The white scratch in his optic vanished, the oculus fading from undimmed red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down pat onto Jay, his stopcock buried lump deep into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a spirt of blood following it. She unwrapped the taping from her aright arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, drove it heavy into the incline of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and Bos off him onto the story. She pulled herself off foreman's now flaccid member, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the additional stolidity and expectoration that had built up on the prone body of party boss. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the board, writhing in torment. The once green baize now stained with jet of undimmed red blood. She ran from the elbow room, slamming the door behind her. There was a deal of boxwood in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front door. it swung open with easiness. The van sat there on the drive, back doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side of meat doorway open. key fruit in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her metrical unit on the gas, accelerating firmly, throwing crushed rock everywhere. Then nothing. No mightiness. The van died LE than 2 time from the tunnel.
"FUCK fuck shag nookie FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her manpower on the van steering wheel, sounding the horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black fabric. As she was struggling, a aspect appeared around the doorway, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”