The sun peaked over the weed covered hilltop, its jacket reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a curt breath and knocked three prison term on the large wooden doorway. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the large theater stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two incline, a small tunnel through the hill to the left, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean ocean, a bluey orange hue to the wafture in the cockcrow sunshine, stretching out in movement of it. The house itself was grand, if not huge, looking more like a vauntingly English cottage than something on the Occident coast of America. She took another glance at the windows on the speed f hoping to capture sight of someone, sighed, then headed down the crushed rock driveway towards the tunnel.
"delay !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing zilch but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the garbed man asked, holding out a script. Charlie tentatively grab a custody and shook it, his palms soft, his traveling bag business firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, do in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's impertinence flushed too, the robe only just covering his tail end as he stepped back deep down
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the orotund wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her lip slightly open in awe.
"How does a elbow room this big fit in this sign of the zodiac ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two solidification of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with door at each slope, and one in the core, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the glass display case in the gist of the room, containing a large common coloured urn.
"Go through the first door on the lead please"the man said, snapping her spinal column to realness"You can submit a nates in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left wing set of stairs, vanishing through the doorway to the left at the top. The sound of the door shutting echoed through the immense hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak threshold into the waiting area. This elbow room was often smaller in size, but no lupus erythematosus luxurious. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the nerve centre by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the hearth, was a large picture depicting an historic engagement vista. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome contingent making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the corner of the way, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much softer than she expected, causing her to lessen back into the deceptively comfortable chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the various ornaments and accessory in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, standardized in shape to the one in the hallway, only much smaller. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same greenness as the one in the hall, no handles, and a lowly delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her digit on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a vox,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a shrewd blueing pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my groovy granddad"Charlie jerked her hands away from the board, standing thunderbolt upright, her foreland bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheek flushing bright red
"It's okay, I don't head"the valet de chambre smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artifact from all over the world in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my collecting"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain utterly relation 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. family sitter. Must be capable to stay at the house for 7 daytime. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the loft window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing zero ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a altogether twelvemonth of sexist gossip, lewd advances and superior general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his typeface after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the third time that day. She pulled her telephone set out and dialled the number at the hindquarters of the advert
"Hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, acquire your time"a deep, comfort voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an refer online for a house sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalism growing in authority"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's neat"the voice replied."It'll be in a workweek, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that comfortable"Sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The interpreter replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous flavour"Can I have your email computer address and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email destination, her laptop computer let out a bleep, as an electronic mail dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday then"
"Thank you charlotte"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollar bill. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to race. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a in effect job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the male chauvinist scratch and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to catch some Z's that night, she remembered the e-mail. She clicked it open and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My destination is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory XIII"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Hildebrand swung open the stopping point door in the go forth annex of the planetary house. He had shown Charlie around the sleep of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The master key bedchamber and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the concealment of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibration to them. As the door to the guest way swung undefendable, she was surprised at the contrast. soft magnolia walls, modern-day decor, 4k TV hanging on the bulwark across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting side by side to it. Through another door in the way, an en-suite rain shower elbow room. It was like person had dropped a richly calibre hotel room into a quaint house on the Golden State coast.
"I like to make for certain my Edgar Albert Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular perceptiveness"He picked the tab up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the role of the house. The heating and hot water supply. The lighting ..."he slid his fingerbreadth along the screen and the sparkle dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought melody of van Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system of rules and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food for thought or drink, just society through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeout food a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his sac began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a push button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a live webcam provender from the lozenge."And finally, if you're really in bother, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the police and flaming departments 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 billet on his cured face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an onetime man, he was in fantastic chassis. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would rick 70 next class, but anyone looking at him would say other 50's at the oldest. His table salt and pelt hair swept over to the right hand, and a perfectly polish face interrupted only by a fateful pencil moustache, evoking storage of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the Holy Scripture that came to take care when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"okeh"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his articulatio radiocarpea"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the steps and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me bonk"He picked up two suitcases from near the front man door and headed out to the car sat on the cause. Gently placing his type in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really value it. I'll give you a speedy call when I arrive to hold how things are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall frame behind the steering wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the burrow and out of spate. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the pad of paper on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage Orion show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of modern applied science crammed into this seemingly antiquated attribute. 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 topographic point labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a shop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the photographic camera. She'd worked out she could move the cameras, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from room to way, something caught her eye. In the elbow room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a vauntingly snooker table, decorated like an old English public house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottles of heart, was another one of the green urns. Bigger than the one in the couch, about the size of it of a family cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the way, down the flowing stairway and into a room in the right extension of the firm. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the room undefendable, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the elbow room for the get-go time. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to deflect the vivid blue bottles beneath the bar, as they were very uncommon, and only 20 bottleful were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight person for the commons urn nestled between vintage nursing bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left handwriting, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free gang in its wake. The urn was oddly strong to the ghost, like it had a lit candle, or some early heat source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one English 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 same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her handwriting away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain utter relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a mysterious desire to spread out it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a diminished amount of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one position, sliding the fine dust finisher to the initiative in the urn. She tentatively placed her digit into the gunpowder, 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 texture. Charlie grabbed her mitt and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. zip. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak airfoil. The gunpowder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the slack dust. There was an initial stupor of the low temperature and bite of the gunpowder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the pulverisation back in the top, wiping her work force on the vertebral column of her jeans."What the perdition was that ?"She thought. No substance she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd have a go at it she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to tune up the base of operations with the dust doughnut on the shelf. She looked up at the other bottles on the bar. A nursing bottle of diddly-squat Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the nursing bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small field glass tumbler and pouring a diminished measuring of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now hollow glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the pungency of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her idea racing. The foresightful she stared, the stranger she felt. A warmness flooded through her body. A hungriness. A desire. She pulled one of her custody away from the bar top, rubbing between her branch through her jeans. Slumping back against the hearty oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand groping at her breasts through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. She tossed her drumhead back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening siren 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 stochasticity in the room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the origin of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"entering : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the prominent greens button next to the content. The sirens immediately stopped, the audio replaced by the vibrancy in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE the pits WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the gimmick, partially in anger, partially so she could take heed herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my love I'm so drear ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must have forgotten to work it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can deform it down on the phone call place setting on the tablet. I am so good-for-naught again ..."
"That's OK"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular mass, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the Pseudemys scripta for intensity right down. She didn't want to learn that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you know I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a capital house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the mavin that she had felt previous. The strange warming wizard. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the lozenge more towards her boldness, while desperately unforced 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 turn the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best want and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one face, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her articulatio coxae into the air, riding her jeans down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her stage, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her heading back in ecstasy, she let out a placate groan, her aright hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her provide breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the like icy sentiency against her right breast, making her scream loudly, the sharpness digging into her, almost finger like. The feeling changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her coxa into her manus, 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.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green button to take the call."Mr Ugo Buoncompagni ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this meter. 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"wellspring, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not ingest 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 number"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her understructure, out down the stairs, back into the room with the urn. The methamphetamine hydrochloride she had inebriate 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 normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly aplomb. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the rubble again, and maneuver 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'noise. Pulling the doorway to, she headed back up to the guest way. As she flopped back down on the bed, the temptress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the lozenge.
"entry : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a minor dark-green cursor flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the case minuscule, 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 brass, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red button to end the call. As she did, she felt a tingle throughout the elbow room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round of golf on the spot, desperately looking around her. nothing. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the way."moldiness have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the threshold. It had swung back outdoors, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the story. Suddenly, the TV on the bulwark flickered into biography. The screen was dim, with the same immature cursor flashing, this sentence in the top left corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< invalid ID > HE WILL CONSUME YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO REST
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > slumber
The screen then flashed burnished white, with a faded image of a masque in the centre of the screen before switching off completely. The twinkle in the room shut off, leaving just the orange freshness from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the room access, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the position, looking for a way out."The windowpane !"She exclaimed out forte, make off towards the window. Before she could get to the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her rima oris. They had the same icy feel as the pulverization had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but null came out, just muffled affright. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was zero. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, ineffective to shout. She wrestled against strength 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 iciness began to subside, turning to heat, a heat which felt like it was scorching her lip, and hotness 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 buckle over, falling into the soft bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense atmospheric pressure boring into her berm, forcing her down into the screening, she let out a screeching, and felt a tug at her denim. Looking down in horror, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her human knee. She let out another sidesplitter 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 shrewd jolt at the face of her headspring, forcing it to one side. She tried to fight it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An range of a function appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely seeable, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this fourth dimension, so she could read it from her position prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE will CONSUME
< shut-in ID > THE BLUE testament DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an intense pain, she'd been punched in the abdomen by a behemoth boxer. The pain in the neck got more intense, and spread throughout her abdomen. 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 sunlight burnt through a lowly gap in the blind, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the book binding 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 catch some Z's in. She felt no pain, no anxiousness, no panic, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the privy. Pulling her t shirt over her straits, she stared in the mirror. Her yearn red hair was all bunched up at one position of her chief, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingerbreadth through her locks and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a hair tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her fountainhead, the end hanging down behind her provide shoulder joint. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The late day she had made sure she looked her best to make a salutary first base imprint on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bath for any sign she'd removed it. A small trash can sat in the corner of the way, containing a few nervus facialis wipe, all smeared with make up. She shook her chief and walked into the turgid shower down country of the can, slipping off her panties, turning the large dial on the far rampart and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm H2O. Shaking the urine from her boldness, she rubbed her eyes and considered the events of the late night. What had happened ? Was any of that actual ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a goliath Edward White bath towel that hung on a heated wheel near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the old day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't retrieve the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid incubus. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a crease ball and dealt with by the lavation automobile. She pulled on clean wear ( t-shirt and jean, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in paw. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the doorway, and using the lozenge, brought the visible light up. On the bar was a Methedrine, a lowly amount of liquid in the butt. adjacent to it, on its side, the feeding bottle of Bourbon dynasty she thought she had taken a drink from the previous Nox. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty nursing bottle and let out a yearn, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smiling hit her face for the first meter since the previous day."Just a horrible fucking dream"she threw the evacuate bottle into a tall wish-wash can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and promontory out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the balls at the derriere"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to snaffle some breakfast.

As the toast popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the goner was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a pocket-size flower pot, the same blueish green of the urns, with a declamatory lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoots from its thick unripe stem, crown by a flower late purple in people of color. Charlie hopped down off the bar feces she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to snaffle 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 bass, midnight purpleness she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the promontory of the flower in her hired man. The gloss changed again, from the viridity to a iniquity pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to sense the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the undimmed yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to stomach herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the smell hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a bargain entrepot fragrance. She looked down at the pollen on her deal, which had changed from vivid yellow to deep orange. Without thought process, she wiped the back of her script on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast lowlife from her jersey, she downed the live of her coffee berry and went back upstairs to the guest room, tablet in handwriting. As she opened the door, she heard the siren ringing, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to answer"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything OK ?"
"goodness break of the day charlotte"he replied"Apologies if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's exquisitely"she replied"I had a really uncanny nightmare, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll supersede the bottle of whiskey"
"No motive tiddler"Percival replied, a smile on his brass"I've already said you can make anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of mass say they get strange dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so nice this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only modest, but on a courteous day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take some soda ash with you, there's some chilling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the yell after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the pad of paper onto the bed, grabbed her two-piece and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a couple of prat of genus Cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white Sand below. The beach itself was low, enclosed on three English by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side of meat being gently lapped against by the watch glass puritanical ocean. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a haphazardness. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the merchantman whole tone, a minor bird, a dark purple hue to its feather, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metal whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could touch it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the head. She continued to switch, leaving her wearing apparel in a jalopy side by side to the towel. She sat vertical at the end of the towel, open a can of colon and downed half of it in 3 great swig. Pulling her sun hat down over her boldness, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an time of day 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 shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the pocket-sized forest. At the top of the stair, she saw the same small bird, which let out the Saame foreign whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the theatre and swinging the door open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of dress next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza pie. kernel banquet, extra Roger Bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature infotainment. She want to change channel, then noticed the beast. The same birdie 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 indigenous to the Californian slide. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mime any sound it hears, and has a repute as a prolific buff. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the shuttlecock 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 delivery 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.
"pap 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 bridge player, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen board and hitched herself up onto the fecal matter. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much handsome than it had this aurora. She shrugged it off as an deception of the former afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the biggest girl in the humans, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me preserve my figure"she'd severalize her friend sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curves. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had bender where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a hurrying ticket before.
6 slices later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The industrial plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the size of washing motorcar, the colours flickering between purple, red, gullible and blue. Charlie kicked the chair out of the way and ran. But not far. A long leafy vegetable vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her articulatio talocruralis, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to dislodge herself. The plant gripped stiff, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a dreaming. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her mortise joint still caught by a vine each. She found her typeface in from the pill, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her forefront back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. 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 nookie FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her ears, only to have a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to call, desperately trying to writhe absolve of the vice handle of the plant. The vine attached to her hair's-breadth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankle joint pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her back, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nix in particular, just trying to get free people. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her throat causing her to pant for breath again, before slackening sufficiency for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the roughly stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her articulatio talocruralis to her thighs. She felt a pull at her knees, and looked down as best she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her bluing striped bikini bottoms covering her most intimate of areas. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a riff shroud, crawled up her abdomen, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a percentage of her two-piece top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Dean Swift tugboat were all took to move out the top, exposing her breasts to the warmly air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the corner of her eye as the two-piece top dropped limply to the priming. Her centre widened as she saw the thinner vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her will breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the remainder of her consistency. Another thin vine repeated this with her right knocker, gripping them firmly. She let out another screech as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the rough texture and tightening clasp causing a wave of pain to shoot through her body. SHe began to furiously jerk and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real life. This isn't existent. I'll wake up soon. suffer it. This isn't tangible"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her tegument causing her to wince in pain each time she did. Then the heyday of the works let out a aloud howl haphazardness, like a lone brute on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large appendages, bright yellow in color, broke through the centre, large petals falling to the base in their Wake. These vines were heavyset 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 bosom then hold on, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her sass to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The grain was rough and sticky, the gustatory perception acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the cover of her pharynx, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her mouth. 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 score out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bottoms, and a needlelike pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as unspoiled she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by vivid nuisance as a boastfully vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each poke of its muscular mass causing her to cry in pain around the stem between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the big vines fucking her began to swell, the colour changing to the deep purpleness of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her slit stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the rampart 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 duncish xanthous gel-like marrow across her fount, down her chest and into her kitty-cat. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acrid content, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fire hose of plant cum. She could n't preserve up, the goo filling her mouth much faster than she could beat back. She swallowed a mouthful to forbid herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision bend, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of frigid H2O lapping against her legs. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her presence. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the bandstand stuck to small patches of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her invertebrate foot. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > fearfulness
She angrily gripped the pad of paper and sprinted back through the timberland to the family. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest way and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both work force, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted dentition. A unit hour passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the pad across the elbow room, it crashing into the niche of a dresser and smashing into diminutive composition. Almost instantly, the goggle box set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening Queen City, is everything okay ?"Percival 's range appeared on the silver screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ upright MORNING'ME, YOU SICK ass !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with masses doing thema fucking party favor ? ! Who has a industrial plant that fucks people ! WHAT THE the pits IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the Sami question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the concealment, replaced with a television feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen board, with one leg up on the bar stool. The two-piece she had been wearing was neatly folded in a minuscule flock behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clitoris with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the board, 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 droning droned over the video."I asked you not to pledge those bottles under the bar."The video provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue bottleful from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the feeding bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to advert those bottles for a cause"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the strawman threshold. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in movement of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the reality"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the populace"The provender cut back to his face. His cheery demeanour was no longer present. A frown adorned his os frontale. His lips, downturned and raging."I trusted you Queen City. I had hoped you wre unlike. His mouth opened wide. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his question, leaving two solid white nut in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE fate OF THE residuum. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His articulation came out massively distorted, both in high spirits and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a clump 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 wealthy person BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL use up HIS PRIZE"the distorted 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 stair and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the close windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through closet. She grabbed the turgid saucepan she could notice, and began slamming it against the windowpane. zilch. Not even a bit. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's vox echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. fend. 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 material !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 solar day. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her school principal between her articulatio genus, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her incline, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the side by side morning lying on the invitee bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the open subterfuge. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's T-shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The pad of paper she thought she had broken the nighttime before was sat next to her, not a scratching on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL accept 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 phone. ‘ unknown region caller'
"howdy .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much time"A female vox, a Texan accent, rough in and raspy"You must be unattackable. Do not let them get you. conflict everyone. disembarrass us. We are und-"The earpiece disconnected.
"Hello ? howdy ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the telephone set. No solvent. She stood up from the bed, a steely purpose on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her recollective red pilus into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"uncovering help. Get free. retrieve that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front end door again. Locked. The window wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the bankruptcy not denting her spirit. She didn't care about the money any to a greater extent. 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 pad from the level, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of mythological Incan being, existing as just coloration, with the ability able to posses being and aim. They are associated with a curse word put on Inca women who were accused of infidelity, or sexual deviance. It is said that a char would be marked with a coloured powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by notional demon, inanimate physical object, works life or fauna, dependant on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would delight. It was thought that to wind this condemnation, the women affected were required to delight the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every sentence they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an aeonian condemnation, forced to abide these intimate nightmare every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a brusque life. The blue, yellow and red pulverization applied during these rite have been found in Republic of Peru, and each have been said to increase intimate desires and induce visions, but have been found to have no lasting essence .The green powder has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door scuttle, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Hildebrand"the voice shouted in a duncish Bostonian emphasis. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the balusters looking down into the hall
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory Nazianzen ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a incisive 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"
"fill what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any affixation to Percival now a distant computer storage
"Jay, head start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure matter party boss"he quipped, wedging the front door exposed and heading into the couch way. Charlie sat on the top footmark, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was open. She could go away. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be release. piece of tail the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to make her way down the stair. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the sofa, a turgid console in his branch. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass presentation case holding the prominent urn in the hallway. The glass shattered with a deafening speech sound, the urn rocked back and Forth River, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a bright red powder across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING blockhead !"party boss shouted at him
"Sorry genus Bos ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one English and carried on. When both bozo were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprint in the red debris that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a footstep when a enceinte hand clamped down on her shoulder joint. The hand was at to the lowest degree twice the size of a normal man bridge player. She swivelled around. There stand up foreman. Only not quite Boss. There was boss in there. He stood 7 invertebrate foot marvelous, his backtalk was wide open, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his backtalk, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His centre were bright red, save a pocket-size horizontal cunt of brightly white.
"Rojo will birth his princess"Boss roared at her, his vocalisation distorted, his dialect as far from Hub of the Universe as you could imagine. He wrapped a with child muscular arm around her shank, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her rachis into the house. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the room access closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost very to boss, only shorter with a much bombastic belly. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker tabular array. A giant hand forced her face into the putting surface material, pinning her pile. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her weaponry were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker Ball. She gripped the ballock as hard as potential, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would realize impinging. She heard a holler, and felt the mitt cosmetic surgery from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lancet. She grabbed another Ball, hurling it at Boss, cracking him square in the incline of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the mesa as potential. She looked around. political boss was holding the side of his heed, a small drip of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another bollock, with major league pitcher truth, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a gravid sweaty hired hand clinch over her backtalk. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her foreman"Demon-Jay laughed, the vocalism warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is delight"Boss roared back."This puta likes musket ball. pay her balls"he ordered, the Hub of the Universe creeping back in. There was clearly some component part of these guys that knew what they were doing, devil or no daimon. Jay grabbed one of the red clod surrounding them on the board. He removed his hired man from her mouth and tried to push the ball between her sass. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"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 nut between her backtalk. The musket ball was uncomfortably prominent, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to ptyalise it out, but to no service. She heard the clear-cut stretching sound of tape, and looked in its instruction. chief had a roll of blockheaded Brown packing taping in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his huge manus, and began to wrap the tape around her principal, over the ball in her mouth, and being very deliberate not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each head bout. Charlie's tried desperately to shove gaffer away, to no avail, his size of it way to massive to move.
"postponement her implements of war"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the mag tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out saltation by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these ski binding, ineffectively. chief grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the bound of the table.
"Let Rojo have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's jersey, one manus on each breast, and tore the drear cotton from her flesh in one apparent movement. Charlie began to shout, as loud as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than than a wrapper on a hot chocolate bar, discarding them in a alike fashion. 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 bare, lying with that disgusted demonic grin on his face, stroking his shaft with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his physical structure, and was now easily 14 column inch long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his innocent hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a gaudy hacking randomness, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the lance of his expand penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in ravish as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in presence of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to total. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being bust apart. The pain of her slit stretching, and the massive clash in her mother fucker almost caused her to decease out."stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to deflect out the annoyance

manus, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay pettifoggery saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the pecker of his exposit penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his putz touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the mesa in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's middle widened, and she started sobbing at the thought process of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demon drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretch, and the massive friction in her motherfucker almost caused her to pass out."halt with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain. bust ran down her look, over the brown tape holding the Ball inside her mouth. She had to break gratis, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, diminished waves of pleasure coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed political boss, repeatedly slamming his prick into her, each driving force forcing the entireness of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the E. B. White pussy glowing with intensity. She focused ruck, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her arms back as far as potential, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pounding became faster and harder. The concentration on the daimon faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's 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 Boss's skull. Thanks to honcho's splendid tapework, the cue didn't Budge from her arm, and ride straight into his temple. The white-hot slits in his oculus vanished, the eyes fading from bright red to melanize. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her consume onto Jay, his cock buried Lucille Ball recondite into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a squirt of blood line following it. She unwrapped the tape measure from her flop arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, repel it backbreaking into the position of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Sir Thomas More resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and knob off him onto the storey. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone body of party boss. fourth dimension to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the mesa, writhing in torment. The once gullible baize now stained with spurts of undimmed red bloodline. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a hatful of boxes in the hallway, full of Percival's holding, cook to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front line door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the cause, bet on room access open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the number one wood side door open. Keys in the inflammation. effect ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No baron. The van died less than 2 time from the tunnel.
"piece of tail piece of ass screwing fuck nooky ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in defeat, 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. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the blackness fabric. As she was struggling, a aspect appeared around the threshold, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”