The sun peaked over the eatage covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the straggling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short-circuit breath and knocked three fourth dimension on the turgid wooden threshold. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a footstep back from the door, and looked up at the turgid house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree diagram on two sides, a diminished tunnel through the hill to the left, and nothing but the Pacific sea, a bluey orange hue to the wave in the daybreak sun, stretching out in movement of it. The house itself was grand, if not huge, looking more like a large English bungalow than something on the west coast of America. She took another glance at the windowpane on the speed f hoping to view stack of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"delay !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Queen City, is it ?"the robed man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a grip and shook it, his palms soft, his traveling bag firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the cascade. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's face flushed too, the robe only just covering his posterior as he stepped back inside
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this theatre ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a level above in the heart, with room access at each side, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her oculus were drawn to the glass case in the center of the elbow room, containing a expectant green coloured urn.
"Go through the first door on the left please"the man said, snapping her back to world"You can take a seat in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left hand at the top. The audio of the door closing echoed through the immense hall. Charlie glanced to her left wing, and pushed through the weighed down oak room access into the lounge. This elbow room was much modest in size, but no less high-minded. Bookshelves lined the far paries, separated in the center of attention by a rather grand hearth. Sat above the open fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome detail making her tegument creeping. She spied a large armchair in the recession of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much cushy than she expected, causing her to hang back into the deceptively comfortable electric chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the various ornaments and accessories in the way. He eyes were drawn to another urn, alike in build to the one in the hallway, only much modest. The urn itself was nothing special to face at, the same cat valium as the one in the hallway, no handles, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearing. She stood up and walked over to the humble table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be measured with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a piercing blue pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my smashing granddad"Charlie jerked her hands away from the mesa, standing bolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing hopeful red
"It's okay, I don't thinker"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the affair I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the universe in my meter, and I take great pridefulness in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This small-arm came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain short congenator though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. star sign sitter. Must be able to quell at the sign of the zodiac for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on contingent"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the dome windowpane of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing cypher ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a whole year of sexist comments, libidinous advances and worldwide creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his side after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the tierce time that day. She pulled her speech sound out and dialled the number at the tush of the advert
"howdy, Gregory VII manse"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, take your time"a deep, comfort vox replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a mansion sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her phonation growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after Thomas Kid and th-"
"That's great"the spokesperson replied."It'll be in a week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that comfortable"Sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his old smell"Can I take your e-mail reference and I'll send you all of the particular"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop computer let out a bleep, as an e-mail dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his vocalisation reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, give thanks you"Charlie replied"I'll see you side by side Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a undecomposed job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist prick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to log Z's that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it spread out and started to read.
"Queen City. Thank you for agreeing to look after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My savoir-faire is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest sleeping accommodation"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the left wing of the business firm. He had shown Charlie around the rest period of the sign, bar a twosome of elbow room ("The master bedroom and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the Edgar Guest way swung out-of-doors, she was surprised at the dividing line. Soft magnolia wall, contemporary decor, 4k TV wall hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a pad resting following to it. Through another doorway in the way, an en-suite exhibitioner room. It was like someone had dropped a mellow calibre hotel way into a quaint menage on the California coast.
"I like to lay down sure my guest are well-situated"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular predilection"He picked the pad up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the functions of the house. The heating and hot water. The light ..."he slid his digit along the screen and the lighting dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought stock of van Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alert arrangement and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food for thought or drink, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, continue it to one takeout food a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can attain me using this app"He tapped on the screen door and immediately his sack began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the cover, showing a live webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in problem, there are buttons in each room. These will adjoin the police and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 bit. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his of age boldness crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an onetime man, he was in fantastic shape. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 next year, but anyone looking at him would say other 50's at the oldest. His table salt and peppercorn hair swept over to the rightfield, and a perfectly smooth face interrupted only by a melanise pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangster. ‘ Suave'was the intelligence that came to bear in mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"okey"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 bag from near the front door and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a agile call when I arrive to arrest how things are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall frame behind the roulette wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of heap. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the Guest room bed, the tab on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful memory board hunter show playing to no-one in particular proposition. She was engrossed in the grade of Bodoni font technology crammed into this seemingly antique belongings. Playing music in random rooms, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a seat labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the effigy she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could move the cameras, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the turning point of every room. As she was flicking from room to way, something caught her eye. In the way labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a orotund snooker mesa, decorated like an old English people public menage ), on a minuscule shelf behind the bar, nestled between feeding bottle of spirits, was another one of the greenness urns. Bigger than the one in the waiting area, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tab on the bed and headed out of the way, down the feed staircase and into a way in the right offstage of the firm. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the doorway of the room open, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the elbow room for the get-go fourth dimension. He'd told her she could drink any of the booze lined up behind the bar ("In relief, naturally") but to avoid the bright blue angel bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 feeding bottle were ever made. She didn't even glimpse at these however, and headed heterosexual person for the gullible urn nestled between vintage bottles of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly warm to the jot, like it had a lit candle, or some other heat source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The belittled 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 dead 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 short relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a recondite desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the behind was a small amount of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine detritus closer to the first step in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy cold, with an almost glass-like grain. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. naught. 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 gloomy oak surface. The gunpowder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the bound of the bar, and began to sweep up the relax dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and acuteness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the pulverization sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the gunpowder back in the top, wiping her hands on the back of her jean."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No centre she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd make out she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to line up the base with the dust ring on the ledge. She looked up at the other bottleful on the bar. A feeding bottle of doodly-squat Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the balance of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small shabu roller and pouring a small-scale measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now hollow spyglass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the sharpness of the Bourbon dynasty. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her judgement racing. The longer she stared, the stranger she felt. A warmheartedness flooded through her torso. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hired man away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her jean. Slumping back against the hearty oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand handwriting groping at her tit through the tenuous textile of her t-shirt. She tossed her head back, letting out a gentle groan, before a deafening siren shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the windowpane. She lept to her human foot, and ran back upstairs to the Guest room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her pinna, and looked around the room for the generator of the sound. She saw the pad of paper flashing on the bed.
"entry : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large cat valium button next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the sonority in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE pit WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the gimmick, partially in ira, partially so she could hear herself.
"The femme fatale ?"Percival questioned"Oh my love I'm so distressing ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must deliver forgotten to become it down"he apologised, his human face in the video feed on the silver screen flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the call settings on the lozenge. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's okay"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 slipper for volume right down. She didn't want to hear that audio that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you acknowledge I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a capital family"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Saint Gregory I, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The unknown warming sensation. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the pad of paper more towards her typeface, while desperately uncoerced herself not go red in the cheeks"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 twist the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his intimately wish and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jeans down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her wooden leg, rubbing herself through her scanty. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she let out a entitle moan, her right hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy ace against her rightfulness breast, making her shriek loudly, the pungency digging into her, almost finger like. The tactile sensation changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her rosehip into her 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 centre towards the tablet.
"entrance : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green button to accept the phone call."Mr Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you know I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the Siren wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"Well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not have done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The screen flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stair, back into the way with the urn. The shabu she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the side. It was empty. The urn felt rule, just like ceramic would, polish and slightly nerveless. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the rubble again, and direct back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the tabular array and rolling it into the bunched up ball at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the doorway to, she headed back up to the node elbow room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the Siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tab.
"entering : < shut-in ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom nook, a small K cursor flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the font belittled, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled look on her face, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red clitoris to end the birdsong. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the threshold slammed shut….

She swivelled turn on the point, desperately looking around her. nix. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the current of air. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. zip else in the room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the elbow room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back clear, now resting against the ash grey coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the paries flickered into aliveness. The screen was pitch-dark, with the Sami greenness cursor flashing, this time in the top left wing corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< invalid ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO residuum
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > rest
The sieve then flashed bright tweed, with a fade image of a mask in the nub of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the way shut off, leaving just the orange tree glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neighborhood of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the threshold, which slammed shut in strawman of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out meretricious, bolting towards the windowpane. Before she could pass the window, she felt an arm around her waistline, and one over her oral cavity. They had the same icy feel as the powder had, the low temperature burning into her. She screamed into the mitt, but cipher came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the patch, ineffectual to move, ineffective to shout out. She wrestled against personnel holding her still, thrashing with her arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to subside, turning to hot up, a heat which felt like it was scorching her lips, and high temperature sending flood lamp of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the spine of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bed clothing. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure boring into her shoulder joint, forcing her down into the covers, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in repugnance, she watched as her jeans 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 crotch, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jounce at the side of her head, forcing it to one side of meat. She tried to defend it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television receiver hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An range appeared on the screen door. The mask from before. Faded, barely seeable, but there. The the cursor. Much tumid this fourth dimension, so she could record it from her view prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE amobarbital sodium
< INVALID ID > THE Amytal will CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< shut-in 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 pugilist. The bother got more intense, and cattle farm throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the melanise out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the mantle, one hired hand between the two pillows. The sunshine burnt through a pocket-sized 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 infliction, no anxiousness, no terror, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her middle and wandered into the toilet. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her recollective red haircloth was all bunched up at one English of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her digit through her locks and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a haircloth tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a easy ponytail off centre behind her promontory, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder. She looked at her nerve in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The late day she had made for sure she looked her best to make a good first impression on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any preindication she'd removed it. A small tripe can sat in the box of the room, containing a few facial rub, all smeared with shuffle up. She shook her head and walked into the large shower orbit of the bathroom, slipping off her step-in, turning the turgid dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm urine. Shaking the pee from her face, she rubbed her heart and considered the events of the old dark. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a gargantuan Caucasian bathroom towel that hung on a heated rack near the can doorway. Wrapping the towel around her trunk, she made her way back into the Edgar Albert 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 remember the night before for whatever cause, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty wear in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a cockle glob and dealt with by the washing automobile. She pulled on unobjectionable clothing ( t-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tab in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub elbow room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the pad, brought the twinkle up. On the bar was a glass, a small sum of money of liquid in the tail end. side by side to it, on its side, the nursing bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the premature night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty feeding bottle and let out a farsighted, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't come to old salt, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A grinning hit her face for the world-class clip since the old day."Just a horrible fucking aspiration"she threw the vacate bottle into a tall chicken feed can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass 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 door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the goner popped from the wassailer, 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 small heyday pot, the same blue William Green of the urns, with a large lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoot from its thick unripe stem, crown by a flower deep purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter sweetheart as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally circulate the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the peak. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purpleness she'd seen from across the room to an down-to-earth super C, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the head of the efflorescence in her mitt. The coloring material changed again, from the special K to a dark pink colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to sense the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the vivid 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 let down, like a bargain store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her deal, which had changed from hopeful yellow to deep orangeness. Without thinking, she wiped the rachis of her hand on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast crumbs from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her burnt umber and went back upstairs to the client room, tablet in script. As she opened the room access, she heard the siren tintinnabulation, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the putting green push button to answer"Morning Mr Saint Gregory I, is everything OK ?"
"Good cockcrow Charlotte"he replied"Apologies if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's all right"she replied"I had a really weird incubus, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the feeding bottle of whiskey"
"No need fry"Percival replied, a grinning on his face"I've already said you can film anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of multitude say they get unusual dreams the number one night they stay here, they'll be gone this night, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so nice this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only small, but on a overnice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the photographic camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the track in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take some soda with you, there's some cooling in the hair-raiser behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the tablet onto the bed, grabbed her bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bath and ran out into the timberland, grabbing a distich of rump of genus Cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three side by grass-topped drop, the 4th position being gently lapped against by the crystallization blue sea. It felt enclosed, but rubber. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the terra firma and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a stochasticity. Like a strange whirr. Mechanical, not instinctive. She held the loving cup of the bra against her pectus, the strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom step, a minuscule bird, a dark 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 reach it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another john of the thinker. She continued to change, leaving her apparel in a cumulation 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 declamatory draught. Pulling her sun hat down over her brass, 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 horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her horseshoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the small woodland. At the top of the stairs, she saw the Lapplander small bird, which let out the Sami strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the room access open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a vauntingly pizza pie. nub feast, additional bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the purchase order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to modify communication channel, then noticed the animal. The same Bronx cheer she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the hiss in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its dark feather, is autochthonal to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific devotee. As such, their plume are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the line over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the speech man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"boob and a tip, you 're a prosperous guy"she smirked at him, shutting the room access before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one hired hand, box in the other, 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 enceinte than it had this good morning. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the former afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the biggest girl in the world, but she could tamp down pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"aid me asseverate my figure"she'd order her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curves. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping atomic number 26. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 slash 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 plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, foliage and stems billowing out from everywhere. The peak theatrical role was now the size of it of washing machine, the colours flickering between purple, red, William Green and drear. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A long green vine shot out from the plant life, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped taut, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her former ankle.
"It's a dream. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine stab out and wrapped tight around her neck opening, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her side first on the table, her articulatio talocruralis still caught by a vine each. She found her face inch from the tab, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the fundament of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the CRT screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green pointer blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A FLOWER FOR MY peak
< INVALID ID > A pink wine FOR MY rosiness
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an enraged banshie. Charlie clasped her script over her ear, only to have a vine whiplash around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to twist free of the vice hairgrip of the plant. The vine attached to her haircloth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the works forced her over onto her rachis, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at cypher 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 thigh. The ankle joint bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thighs. She felt a pulling at her knee, and looked down as Charles Herbert Best she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped two-piece rump covering her most intimate of expanse. A thin out vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tacking, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a office of her two-piece top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 fleet tugs were all took to remove the top, exposing her titty to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the box of her eye as the Bikini top dropped limply to the land. Her heart widened as she saw the thinner vines payoff, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the quietus of her soundbox. Another thin vine repeated this with her right chest, gripping them firmly. She let out another thigh-slapper as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the uncut texture and tightening suitcase causing a wave of nuisance to film through her torso. SHe began to furiously buck and wrestle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in rattling life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. hold up it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her tegument causing her to quail in infliction each fourth dimension she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a flash howling disturbance, like a lone wolf on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two gravid extremity, bright yellowness in coloring, broke through the sum, vauntingly petal falling to the level in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, 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 mouth to scream, and the tentacle like vine snapshot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his quarry, forcing itself between her lip. The texture was boisterous and sticky, the gustatory sensation acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the backbone of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her oral fissure. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her sass to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't puddle out anything. She screwed her heart tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini hind end, and a sharp pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as skillful she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense pain as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly throb tentacle, each thrust of its muscular great deal causing her to cry in pain around the stem between her back talk. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the enceinte vines fucking her began to well up, the colour changing to the bass purple of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the bloom of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the bulwark of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouthpiece which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once Sir Thomas More before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thickly yellow gel-like substance across her face, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the sulphurous substance, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fire hosiery of plant cum. She could n't go on up, the goo filling her backtalk much faster than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision braid, slicing, then disappear as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feeling of moth-eaten water lapping against her legs. She stirred, her question foggy, trying to get her charge. She was lying brass down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to small patches of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing succeeding to her. The tablet. On the screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > awe
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the forest to the home. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a shout via the pad to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the pad firmly with both deal, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking arsehole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A unhurt mo passed."resolution !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the room, it crashing into the corner of a toilet table and smashing into lilliputian pieces. Almost instantly, the telecasting set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"good even Charlotte, is everything okeh ?"Percival 's effigy appeared on the cover, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ in force MORNING'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the ass is up with you ? ! Who messes with masses doing thema fucking party favor ? ! Who has a industrial plant that fucks mass ! WHAT THE HELL IS wrong WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression space
"I could ask you the Saame question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His look-alike disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The two-piece she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small pile behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one manus, while using what appeared to be a can of Red cop as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her lip. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the industrial plant, which appeared convention sizing, 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."I asked you not to drink those bottleful under the bar."The telecasting provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright bluing nursing bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the bottleful
"But ... .that ... .but that was a nose candy"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those nursing bottle for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the breast door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her stifle in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. 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 world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery conduct was no longer portray. A frown adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Queen City. I had hoped you wre different. His backtalk opened wide. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his grimace appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid white globe in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both high and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a formal 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 rich person BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS award"the perverted voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the ringlet since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the cheeseparing window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through closet. She grabbed the magnanimous saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the windowpane. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Queen City"Percival 's phonation echoed through the way, 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 STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen storey, her head between her knee joint, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next morning lying on the Guest bed, her eye burning from the sun streaming in through the unresolved blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's t-shirt. The wearing apparel she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat side by side to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL hold 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 trembling of her phone. ‘ terra incognita Caller'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much time"A female vox, a Texan accent, rough and scratchy"You must be impregnable. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. Free us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"howdy ? HELLO ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No solution. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her expression. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair into a gravelly bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery assist. Get free. Find that womanhood. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front door again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her disembodied spirit. She didn't tutelage about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to remember 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 tab from the floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of mythical Incan existence, existing as just people of color, with the ability capable to posses being and objects. They are associated with a jinx put on Incan women who were accused of infidelity, or sexual aberration. It is said that a woman would be marked with a coloured powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by fanciful daemon, inanimate target, plant life or beast, dependant on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would savor. It was thought that to bring up this nemesis, the char affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be release of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off intimate showdown forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those char who had been marked with all four vividness ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an unending nemesis, forced to endure these sexual nightmares every day for the residue of what inevitably would be a short life. The blue, yellow and red pulverization applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase intimate desires and induce visual sense, but have been found to have no lasting effects .The super acid powder has been found t-"
Her interpretation was interrupted by a loud banging on the room access. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door hatchway, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory of Nazianzen"the interpreter shouted in a thick Bostonian speech pattern. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the handrail looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory Nazianzen ?"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 us"
"Take what you want, that piece of diddly-squat owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any affixation to Percival now a removed memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be thrifty, this shits worth a lot"the Bostonian man barked at his cooperator"
"Sure thing foreman"he quipped, wedging the front end door open and heading into the waiting room elbow room. Charlie sat on the top tone, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The doorway was undefended. She could pass on. They don't know what's going on. She could take the air. Be free. Fuck the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as potential. She stood up and started to make her way down the step. As she reached the tail end, Jar came out of the couch, a bombastic cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the meth display case holding the prominent urn in the hallway. The methamphetamine shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and Forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a bright red powder across the trading floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING loggerhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one position and carried on. When both hombre were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprints in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. devoid. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a stride when a enceinte helping hand clamped down on her shoulder. The hand was at least twice the sizing of a normal human bridge player. She swivelled around. There put up Boss. Only not quite Bos. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his sass was wide capable, demonic looking, his spit, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a Snake River 's rather than a human. His middle were bright red, deliver a little horizontal snatch of bright white.
"Rojo will have his princess"party boss roared at her, his representative distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could ideate. He wrapped a orotund powerful arm around her waistline, hoisting her off the dry land, hauling her back into the mansion. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to crusade him off. genus Bos carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to accompany him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much prominent stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker tabular array. A giant hand forced her human face into the green textile, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to dissent. Her arms were destitute. She reached around for anything she could regain. A snooker ballock. She gripped the chunk as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make liaison. She heard a roar, and felt the bridge player elevator from her caput. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the mesa, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at Boss, cracking him feather in the side of the caput
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the board as possible. She looked around. party boss was holding the incline of his heed, a small-scale dribble of line seeping between his finger. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with John R. Major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a declamatory sweaty manus clamp over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her Boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is proud of"Boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her bollock"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some character of these cat that knew what they were doing, devil or no daemon. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the mesa. He removed his hand from her lip and tried to thrust the ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as potential
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled tone, digging his fingers sharply into her collar bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to thrust the globe between her lips. The glob was uncomfortably big, and he had managed to squeeze it behind her dentition. She tried to ptyalize it out, but to no service. She heard the clear-cut stretching sound of tapeline, and looked in its focussing. Boss had a scroll of deep brown packing magnetic tape in his handwriting, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the backrest of her top dog in his huge hand, and began to enclose the tape recording around her foreland, over the nut in her mouth, and being very heedful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove political boss away, to no help, his size of it way to massive to move.
"Hold her branch"hirer signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each hefty hand. 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 early arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out bound 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 have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's T-shirt, one hand on each breast, and tore the blue cotton from her frame in one cause. Charlie began to scream, as trashy as she could, the ball muting the speech sound to a deliquium"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her dungaree, pulling them off her like they were null Sir Thomas More than a wrapper on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a standardised 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 tabularize beneath her. She peered down and began to sound off furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now naked, lying with that chuck diabolic grin on his aspect, stroking his dick with his right hired man. It had grown proportionally with the quietus of his body, and was now easily 14 in long, and as midst as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free hand, grabbing her pantie and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a gaudy hacking noise, as Jay fuss spit into the palm of his helping hand, running it along the shaft of his exposit penis. genus Bos lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his putz touched her asshole, hirer stopped, and climbed on the board in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the mentation of what was to come up. Almost simultaneously, both fiend drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The painfulness of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."hitch with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to hinder out the painfulness

hired hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a forte hacking dissonance, as Jay spat saliva into the medal of his hand, running it along the shaft of his elaborate member. boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her bastard, hirer stopped, and climbed on the table in front man of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's middle widened, and she started sobbing at the view of what was to issue forth. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being deplumate apart. The pain in the ass of her pussy stretching, and the massive detrition in her asshole almost caused her to overtake out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain. Tears ran down her brass, over the brown tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to break free, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, small waves of delight coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the integrality of his duration inside her. His eye were locked on hers, the livid puss glowing with intensity. She focused ruck, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her subdivision back as far as potential, throwing her brain back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmical buffeting became faster and harder. The assiduousness on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's read/write head, 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 knob's skull. Thanks to political boss's splendid tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white puss in his eyes vanished, the middle fading from shiny red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her land onto Jay, his prick buried globe oceanic abyss into her. She withdrew the shard of Ellen Price Wood, a spurt of stemma following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, push it severe into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and hirer off him onto the level. She pulled herself off chief's now flaccid phallus, yanking the tape from her rima oris and forcing the nut out. She gasped, spitting out the extra flatness and spittle that had built up on the prone body of chief. time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the board, writhing in agony. The once green baize now stained with spurts of undimmed red blood. She ran from the elbow room, slamming the doorway behind her. There was a pile of boxes in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, set up to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front door. it swung assailable with repose. The van sat there on the driving, back room access open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side doorway open. key in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her base on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing crushed rock everywhere. Then zip. No force. The van died less than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"FUCK nookie nooky fuck ass ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her hands 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 of drawers. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the contraband fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”