The sun peaked over the supergrass covered hilltop, its Crown reflected in the straggle ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her lookout man. 6:47am. She took a shortly breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door. zippo. She knocked again. Still no result. She took a whole tone back from the door, and looked up at the large house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by tree on two English, a small tunnel through the Alfred Hawthorne to the leftfield, and zip but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the wave in the morning sunshine, stretching out in front end of it. The family itself was rarefied, if not Brobdingnagian, looking more like a tumid English cottage than something on the due west coast of America. She took another coup d'oeil at the window on the upper f hoping to catch sight of mortal, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing zippo but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the garmented man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a clutch and shook it, his palms soft, his grapple house."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower bath. Please, amount in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his can as he stepped back privileged
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden door behind her. She looked around the gravid hall she found herself in, her sassing slightly loose in awe.
"How does a way this big fit in this household ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairways on either side of meat of the room, rising and meeting a trading floor above in the centre, with room access at each side, and one in the midpoint, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the trash sheath in the centre of the room, containing a prominent green coloured urn.
"Go through the first threshold on the left please"the man said, snapping her spine to realism"You can take a derriere in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stair, vanishing through the door to the left field at the top. The strait of the door closing echoed through the Brobdingnagian hallway. Charlie glanced to her left field, and pushed through the heavy oak room access into the waiting area. This room was practically belittled in size, but no less grand. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather heroic fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a bombastic painting depicting an historic battle fit. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grisly detail making her skin Australian crawl. She spied a big armchair in the nook of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chairwoman was much cushy than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable president. She shuffled herself forwards so her animal foot were back touching the earth and looked around at the various ornaments and accessories in the elbow room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, exchangeable in build to the one in the hallway, only much belittled. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same green as the one in the hall, no handgrip, and a pocket-size delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger's breadth 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-scale pot, she heard a representative,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a astute wild blue yonder pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the cadaver of my great granddad"Charlie jerked her workforce away from the mesa, standing bolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her boldness flushing bright red
"It's O.K., I don't mind"the gentleman's gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefact 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 dead relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me demo you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. Must be able-bodied to stay at the home for 7 sidereal day. $ 1000 to be paid on my income tax return"
"Bit low on item"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the attic window of her mother's menage, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that often money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a whole year of male chauvinist comments, lewd onward motion and cosmopolitan creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his boldness after he'd thought it allow to slap her hind end for the tertiary time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the identification number at the bottom of the pay heed
"Hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's alright, take your clip"a deep, soothe voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a house babysitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalisation growing in self-confidence"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after kid and th-"
"That's groovy"the voice replied."It'll be in a calendar week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"for sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his former musical note"Can I occupy your e-mail name and address and I'll send you all of the particular"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the e-mail computer address, her laptop let out a beep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the valet de chambre asked, his part reverting to the calming drone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the telephone set disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A home to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to race. 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 period of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it heart-to-heart 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 XII"



"... ..and finally, here is the client bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the conclusion door in the left wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the sign, bar a couple of rooms ("The master bedroom and his subject area, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Sami vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the doorway to the node room swung afford, she was surprised at the contrast. balmy magnolia rampart, modern-day decor, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a lozenge resting next to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower way. It was like someone had dropped a high calibre hotel room into a quaint house on the Golden State coast.
"I like to make up sure as shooting my client are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular penchant"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the affair of the house. The heating and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the visible light dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system of rules ...."a tap brought line of van Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the warning signal organisation and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food for thought or drink, just Holy Order through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeout a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his scoop began to bleep. He pulled his headphone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a inhabit webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the law and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight plate"He smiled at Charlie, the laugh rail line on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an Old man, he was in fantastic shape. On the enlistment of the house, he'd told her he would deform 70 adjacent year, but anyone looking at him would say betimes 50's at the oldest. His salt and pepper fuzz swept over to the right wing, and a perfectly smooth face interrupted only by a nigrify pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his radiocarpal joint"I'll be heading off, my woodworking plane leaves soon"they headed down the step and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me know"He picked up two suitcases from near the front doorway and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his fount in the proboscis, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really treasure it. I'll give you a quick song when I arrive to check how thing are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall bod behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of lot. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some beastly storage hunter show playing to no-one in specific. She was engrossed in the level of mod technology crammed into this seemingly antediluvian property. Playing euphony 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 post labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the persona she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could displace the tv camera, and spent the next 10 hour point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from room to way, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a great snooker mesa, decorated like an old English public theater ), on a minuscule ledge behind the bar, nestled between feeding bottle of spirits, was another one of the green urns. enceinte than the one in the lounge, about the sizing of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing staircase and into a room in the correctly flank of the house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the doorway of the room surface, and the flavour of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first off clock time. He'd told her she could drink any of the pot likker lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to ward off the burnished blue bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glimpse at these however, and headed straightaway for the green urn nestled between time of origin bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free pack in its wake. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit cd, or some former heat rootage inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's lyric about the smaller urn, and how it contained a stagnant relative.
"Was this the Saami ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a recondite desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a little amount of a finely pulverisation. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the ok dust closer to the opening 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 common cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to take a breather. The spinning had resulted in some of the pulverisation being spread finely over the dark oak Earth's surface. The pulverization itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her manus at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the cold and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the chilliness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na bite me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the pulverization back in the top, wiping her hands on the back of her jeans."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 roll in the hay she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to line up the radix with the dust hoop on the shelf. She looked up at the other bottleful on the bar. A feeding bottle of Jack Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the residuum of the nursing bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small-scale ice tumbler pigeon and pouring a diminished measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty chicken feed onto the bar, coughing slightly at the acuteness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The prospicient she stared, the stranger she felt. A warmth flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her manpower away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her dungaree. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand groping at her breasts through the lose weight material of her t-shirt. She tossed her head back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening siren shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old house, shaking the windows. She lept to her substructure, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The randomness in the elbow room was deafening. She covered her capitulum, and looked around the room for the source of the sound. She saw the pad of paper flashing on the bed.
"incoming : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large green button next to the subject matter. The sirens immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in ira, partially so she could try herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my lamb I'm so sorry ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when hoi polloi are calling, I must experience forgotten to plow it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can plough it down on the call place setting on the tablet. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's hunky-dory"Charlie replied, her part now back to her veritable volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for volume right down. She didn't want to pick up that sound 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 great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her leg. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory XIII, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her leg tighter, angling the pad of paper more towards her human face, while desperately unforced herself not go red in the boldness"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory XIII, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"touch me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the Delilah down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best wishing 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 helping hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her scanty. Throwing her forefront back in ecstasy, she let out a easy moan, her ripe mitt running up inside her jersey, tugging at her bra and freeing her left tit, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Lapp icy sense experience against her right breast, making her shriek loudly, the sharpness digging into her, almost finger like. The intuitive 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 hips into her hired hand, her scanty soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening claxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eye towards the tablet.
"ingress : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the cat valium button to go for the song."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you recognise I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the Siren wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't young lady anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"fountainhead, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not feature done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The screen door flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stairs, back into the elbow room with the urn. The meth she had sot from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the side. It was evacuate. The urn felt rule, just like ceramic would, shine and slightly assuredness. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and head back out of the elbow room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up orb at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the room access to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tablet.
"Incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. total darkness. In the bottom corner, a small green pointer flashed, then letter slowly appeared, the font minor, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am free people. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled facial expression on her cheek, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red clit to end the call. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the elbow room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the patch, desperately looking around her. aught. Just the window screen gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. naught else in the elbow room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back open, now resting against the silver grey coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into aliveness. The screen was black, with the same common cursor flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< invalid ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< INVALID ID > HE WILL devour YOU
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO REST
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed bright 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 orangeness glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the locality of the windowpane. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in forepart of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out tatty, bolting towards the windowpane. Before she could hand the window, she felt an arm around her shank, and one over her oral fissure. They had the same icy tone as the gunpowder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the bridge player, but goose egg came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waistline. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the dapple, unable to incite, ineffectual to holler. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her weaponry. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the shiver began to lessen, turning to stir up, a heat which felt like it was scorching her brim, and heating sending flood tide of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knee joint connecting with the bed, causing her to clasp over, falling into the delicate bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an acute pressure boring into her shoulders, forcing her down feather into the cover, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in horror, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panty, then her milky thighs, and down to her stifle. She let out another wow as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to devolve on up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a keen jolt at the face of her promontory, forcing it to one side. She tried to fight down it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television system hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen door still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the CRT screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. lots larger this metre, so she could show it from her position prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< invalid ID > THE BLUE WILL CONSUME
< shut-in ID > THE BLUE volition DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an vivid nuisance, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The pain 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 deal between the two pillows. The sunshine burnt through a small gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the blanket and looked down at her consistency. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no pain, no anxiety, no terror, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the can. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her lock and neatened them up as adept she could, before slipping a fuzz tie off her wrist, gathering her hairsbreadth into a loosen ponytail off centre behind her head, the end hanging down behind her left berm. She looked at her side in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The previous day she had made for sure she looked her best to make a good first impression on Mr St. Gregory I. She looked around in the can for any polarity she'd removed it. A pocket-size Methedrine can sat in the turning point of the room, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with brand up. She shook her header and walked into the large lavish area of the bath, slipping off her panties, turning the tumid telephone dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully ardent water. Shaking the water from her face, she rubbed her optic and considered the events of the late night. What had happened ? Was any of that very ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a giant bloodless bath towel that hung on a heated rack near the privy room access. Wrapping the towel around her torso, she made her way back into the invitee elbow room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't remember the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly bright nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty vesture in her life. Once careworn, they were chucked in a crumple Lucille Ball and dealt with by the washing political machine. She pulled on clean clothing ( T-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, lozenge in hand. As she reached the rump of the step, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the doorway, and using the tablet, brought the luminousness up. On the bar was a glass, a lowly amount of money of liquidity in the bottom. side by side to it, on its side, the nursing bottle of Bourbon dynasty she thought she had taken a drunkenness from the premature night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the abandon bottleful and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't hint Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her cheek for the first time since the late day."Just a frightful nooky dream"she threw the abandon bottle into a marvelous trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the crank and head out of the room, sliding a snooker testis down the table into the balls at the bed"moldiness 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 toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a lowly flower pot, the same blueish green of the urns, with a large lily-type peak protruding from it, with various offshoot from its thick Green River fore, crown by a flower deep purpleness in semblance. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter stunner as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally fan out the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purpleness she'd seen from across the way to an crude green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the capitulum of the flower in her hand. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pinkish vividness, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smack the prime, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the hopeful yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the aroma hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just unsatisfying, like a bargain entrepot perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from bright yellowness to deep orange. Without mentation, she wiped the back of her script on her jean and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast crumb from her t-shirt, she downed the last of her chocolate and went back up the stairs to the guest room, tablet in hand. 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 green push to suffice"cockcrow Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"Good morning charlotte"he replied"apologia if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's fine"she replied"I had a really eldritch nightmare, but I think I may deliver a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll exchange the bottle of whiskey"
"No pauperization kid"Percival replied, a grin on his face"I've already said you can get anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get unusual dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone this evening, 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 gracious day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the photographic 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 sodium carbonate with you, there's some temperature reduction in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the cry 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 bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a pair of cans of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white sand below. The beach itself was pocket-size, enclosed on three English by grass-topped drop, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the crystal blue sea. It felt enclosed, but rubber. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a strange whir. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cup of the bra against her dresser, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the undersurface step, a low razz, a dark purple hue to its plume, sat. It opened its nozzle, and let out a strange, metallic whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the crown. Charlie sighed. Another joke of the mind. She continued to change, leaving her clothes in a heap next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 large gulping. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean 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 diminished forest. At the top of the stair, she saw the same small-scale dame, which let out the same unknown whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the timber, arriving back at the home and swinging the door unfold. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. Meat fete, extra Sir Francis Bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the gild button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to change channel, then noticed the animate being. The same raspberry she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the doll in a pleasant English people accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its blue feather, is autochthonous to the Californian seashore. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mime any auditory sensation it hears, and has a report as a prolific lover. As such, their feathering are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the duct over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza pie from the delivery 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.
"tit and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the room access before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, piece in one hired man, 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 grownup than it had this good morning. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the late good afternoon temperateness, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the big girl in the Earth, but she could wad pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"aid me maintain my figure"she'd recount her booster sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her digit"was bend. Not fat by any means, but not a consistence you'd find pumping iron. She was well-chosen with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 slices later, she closed the box up, leaving the last-place 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the gist of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size of it, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The prime function was now the size of it of washing machine, the colouring material flickering between purple, red, K and blue. Charlie kicked the chairman out of the way and ran. But not far. A long Green vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped compressed, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the mesa, wrapping another vine around her early ankle.
"It's a pipe dream. 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 ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her face column inch from the lozenge, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the screen. The Lapplander mask flashed briefly on the filmdom. The fleeceable cursor blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A bloom FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A rosiness FOR MY rosebush
< INVALID ID > A piece of tail FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the elbow room, like an furious banshee. Charlie clasped her deal over her auricle, only to take in a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to cry, desperately trying to twist discharge of the vice hairgrip of the industrial plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her vertebral column, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get resign. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her throat causing her to pant for breathing time again, before slackening sufficiency for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the jumpy stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her second joint. The ankle bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankle to her thigh. She felt a pulling 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 thumb tack, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a character of her Bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Jonathan Swift tower were all took to take out the top, exposing her white meat to the strong air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the street corner of her eye as the Bikini top dropped limply to the ground. Her optic widened as she saw the dilutant vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left white meat, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her body. Another tenuous vine repeated this with her correct tit, gripping them firmly. She let out another thigh-slapper as the end of each vine wrapped around her teat, the rocky texture and tightening suitcase causing a wave of annoyance to film through her organic structure. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't actual"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in literal life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. abide it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to cringe in pain in the ass each prison term she did. Then the heyday of the plant let out a tacky howling noise, like a lone wolf on a wintertime 's Night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large appendages, bright yellowness in colour, broke through the kernel, large petal falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were heavyset in comparison to the remainder 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 breast then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her back talk to holler, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The texture was rough and sticky, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her pharynx, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her mouth. Drool ran down her Chin, dripping down onto her breast. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the former vine was doing, but could n't earn out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't rattling"she repeated, hoping she would awake from this incubus. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bed, and a acuate bother as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as well she could, then stopped as she felt a imperturbableness at the entering to her twat, followed by intense pain as a heavy vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly beat tentacle, each thrust of its muscular mass causing her to cry in pain around the radical between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the traveling bag of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the heavy 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 twat stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense atmospheric pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a fatheaded 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 acerb sum, which kept coming at her, like person was spraying her with a blast hosepipe of plant cum. She could n't retain up, the goo filling her oral cavity much faster than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her sight turn of events, slicing, then go away as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the look of common cold water lapping against her legs. She stirred, her head teacher foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to small mend of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the screen door a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellow IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > veneration
She angrily gripped the pad of paper and sprinted back through the forest to the sign of the zodiac. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the client room and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tab firmly with both hands, shaking with ira
"Answer you fucking prick !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole minute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the pill across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the cover
"trade good even Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's image appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD MORNING'ME, YOU SICK nookie !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a flora that fucks people ! WHAT THE Hades IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression lacuna
"I could ask you the same doubtfulness"He said, his representative monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a video recording provender from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar dejection. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small quite a little behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clitoris with one handwriting, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Samson as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her oral fissure. 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 monotone droned over the telecasting."I asked you not to drink those bottles under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright amobarbital sodium bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a provender from the beach of her downing half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a understanding"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a provender of the front door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in nominal head of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those nursing bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the mankind"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the reality"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery conduct was no longer present. A frown adorned his os frontale. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened wide. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to stretch. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his headway, leaving two solidness clean egg in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE lot OF THE REST. LOS COLORES testament have THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both high and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a testis at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES rich person Chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS trophy"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 stairs and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nearest windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could find out, and began slamming it against the window. zip. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's interpreter echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't vex them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. refuse. 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 unapproachable tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister way. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen flooring, her nous between her human knee, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side of meat, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next morn lying on the Edgar Guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the open blind. 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 tablet she thought she had broken the nighttime before was sat next to her, not a cabbage on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL take HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the lozenge into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the base unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the vibration of her phone. ‘ Unknown caller-up'
"hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much time"A female voice, a Texan speech pattern, rough and raspy"You must be substantial. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. free us. We are und-"The telephone disconnected.
"Hello ? how-do-you-do ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her farsighted red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery help. Get free. Find that womanhood. discovery anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front threshold again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the trash indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her spirit. She didn't care about the money any more than. Just getting spare. She tried to commend what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the night before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the story, and opened a new web browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of mythological Incan existence, existing as just coloration, with the ability able to posses being and target. They are associated with a curse put on Incan charwoman who were accused of unfaithfulness, or sexual deviance. It is said that a cleaning woman would be marked with a coloured powder, that would make a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary demons, inanimate objects, plant life or animal, dependant on the color applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this curse, the cleaning lady affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would go through such a bloodcurdling experience, that they would be put off sexual face-off 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 eternal hex, forced to endure these intimate nightmare every day for the quietus of what inevitably would be a short-change sprightliness. The blue angel, icteric and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Republic of Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and cause visual modality, but have been found to give no last personal effects .The green powder has been found t-"
Her recital was interrupted by a cheap battering on the doorway. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door orifice, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the voice shouted in a thickly Bostonian idiom. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory I ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a sharp-worded New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his stuff"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"contain what you want, that opus of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a distant computer memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a circumstances"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front doorway open and heading into the lounge room. Charlie sat on the top whole step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing holding from the sign of the zodiac. She smiled, then realised. The room access was open. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. Fuck 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 stairs. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the couch, a large cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass display shell holding the large urn in the hall. The methamphetamine shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the priming, spilling a bright red powder across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING DUMBASS !"honcho shouted at him
"Sorry honcho ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one side 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 step when a expectant script clamped down on her articulatio humeri. The script was at least twice the size of a rule human hand. She swivelled around. There stood Bos. Only not quite Boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 invertebrate foot improbable, his rima oris was wide open, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a Snake 's rather than a human being. His heart were bright red, save a modest horizontal slit of vivid white.
"Rojo will give birth his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could imagine. He wrapped a large mesomorphic arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her back into the theatre. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to crusade him off. hirer carried her into the house, kicking the threshold closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to watch him. Jay emerged, looking almost selfsame to genus Bos, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker tabular array. A hulk hand forced her face into the green fabric, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to balk. Her arms were free. She reached around for anything she could obtain. A snooker nut. She gripped the ball as hard as potential, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would score link. She heard a roar, and felt the hand lift 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 side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the board as possible. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his heed, a little trickle of roue seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another testis, with major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening scissure. Then she felt a expectant sweaty bridge player clinch over her mouthpiece. 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 pleased"Boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her balls"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some portion of these guys that knew what they were doing, demon or no demon. Jay grabbed one of the red ball surrounding them on the table. He removed his manus from her mouth and tried to impel the ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as potential
"open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled note, digging his finger sharply into her collar off-white. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the meter to shove the ball between her lips. The ball was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinct stretching sound of tapeline, and looked in its way. Boss had a roll of thick embrown packing mag tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the backrest of her headland in his huge hand, and began to enwrap the taping around her psyche, over the clump in her mouth, and being very careful not to trap any of her hairsbreadth, lifting the escaped bun out of the way each pass unit of ammunition. Charlie's tried desperately to shove party boss away, to no avail, his sizing way to massive to move.
"handle her arms"Boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular paw. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tapeline around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the early arm, leaving her implements of war painfully stretched out limit by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. party boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo take his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each bosom, and tore the blue cotton from her frame in one motion. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the lump muting the sound to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jean, pulling them off her like they were naught to a greater extent than a wrapping on a deep brown bar, discarding them in a alike personal manner. Charlie sat in her underclothes, a scowl on her face, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the pharynx, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that chuck satanic grin on his face, stroking his shaft with his compensate hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his consistence, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as midst as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his liberate helping hand, grabbing her scanty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a tacky hacking noise, as Jay bickering spittle into the ribbon of his hand, running it along the barb of his enlarged penis. party boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in enjoy as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her son of a bitch, boss stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's center widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to total. Almost simultaneously, both daimon drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to lapse out."hitch with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the botheration

hand, grabbing her step-in and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking stochasticity, as Jay gaiter saliva into the laurel wreath of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in entranced as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his putz touched her asshole, hirer stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought process of what was to follow. Almost simultaneously, both demon drove into her. She felt like she was being lacerated apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive clash in her bastard almost caused her to go through out."hitch with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the nuisance. rent ran down her face, over the browned tape holding the orb inside her mouth. She had to break barren, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, minuscule waves of pleasure coming between the seismic disturbance of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each parkway forcing the entireness of his distance inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her weapons system back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmic hammer became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensify. 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 one-half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the click end of the cue as hard as she could into the slope of Boss's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white puss in his eyes vanished, the eyes fading from bright red to Negroid. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her pop onto Jay, his cock buried chunk trench into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a spurt of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape measure from her flop arm, freeing the woods, then, grasping it in her hired hand, push back it punishing into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Sir Thomas More resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the level. She pulled herself off chief's now flaccid penis, yanking the tapeline from her oral cavity and forcing the testicle out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and expectoration that had built up on the prone soundbox of Boss. clock time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the tabular array, writhing in agony. The once dark-green baize now stained with spurts of bright red blood. She ran from the elbow room, slamming the door behind her. There was a tidy sum of box in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, gear up to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the movement, endorse threshold open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side door overt. Florida key in the ignition. resultant role ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating laborious, throwing gravel everywhere. Then null. No business leader. The van died less than 2 m from the tunnel.
"FUCK FUCK shtup piece of tail FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in foiling, slamming her hands on the van steering wheel, sounding the cornet with each barb. She angrily kicked the room access 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 opprobrious cloth. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the threshold, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”