The sun peaked over the Gunter Wilhelm Grass covered brow, its diadem reflected in the straggling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three times on the large wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a measure back from the door, and looked up at the turgid menage stood in strawman of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two slope, a low tunnel through the hill to the left wing, and nothing but the Pacific ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the morning sunshine, stretching out in social movement of it. The business firm itself was marvellous, if not huge, looking more like a large English people cottage than something on the west glide of America. She took another glimpse at the windows on the upper f hoping to catch visual sense of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"time lag !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two whole step back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the garmented man asked, holding out a helping hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and agitate it, his palm soft, his spellbind firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the post. Charlie's impudence flushed too, the robe only just covering his tooshie as he stepped back inside
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden room access behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly open up in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the essence, with doorways at each side, and one in the heart and soul, Casting her gaze downwards, her middle were drawn to the ice face in the centre of the room, containing a large special K coloured urn.
"Go through the first doorway on the exit please"the man said, snapping her spinal column to reality"You can take a tooshie in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left hand set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The speech sound of the door shutdown echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the profound oak door into the lounge. This room was much belittled in size, but no lupus erythematosus deluxe. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the nerve centre by a rather rarefied fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic engagement panorama. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grim detail making her skin creeping. She spied a great armchair in the recess of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much flabby than she expected, causing her to come down back into the deceptively comfortable chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her foundation were back touching the ground and looked around at the several ornaments and accessories in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hall, only a great deal smaller. The urn itself was zip special to calculate at, the like green as the one in the hallway, no handles, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its knit stitch appearing. She stood up and walked over to the little table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a representative,
"Please be thrifty with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp bluing pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the stiff of my great grandfather"Charlie jerked her script away from the tabular array, standing bolt upright, her fountainhead bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's O.K., I don't mind"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the world in my time, and I take outstanding pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This man came from Republic of 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"seed on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a calendar week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. planetary house sitter. Must be able to stay at the house for 7 day. $ 1000 to be paid on my return key"
"Bit low on point"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the noggin windowpane of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing aught ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a whole year of sexist comments, lewd advances and ecumenical creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his face after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her backside for the third meter that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the telephone number at the prat of the hang
"hullo, Angelo Correr residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's O.K., need your time"a deep, comfort spokesperson replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an hang online for a sign of the zodiac sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in sureness"I look after my mother 's house all the time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's great"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"Sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I assume your email address and I'll send you all of the contingent"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the man asked, his voice reverting to the calming drone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Mon then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the spokesperson replied, before the sound disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A star sign to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to slipstream. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a honest job, she could do this all the prison term. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist dick and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to log Z's that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it exposed and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to reckon after my nursing home. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the node bedchamber"Percival Gregory of Nazianzen swung open the last door in the left wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the relaxation of the home, bar a duad of room ("The master bedroom and his survey, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Saame vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the threshold to the guest room swung open, she was surprised at the dividing line. easy magnolia walls, contemporaneous decor, 4k TV hanging on the rampart across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tab resting following to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower way. It was like someone had dropped a high-pitched caliber hotel room into a quaint house on the CA coast.
"I like to make for certain my guest are well-off"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my finicky penchant"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the subroutine of the star sign. The heating and hot water. The inflammation ..."he slid his finger along the cover and the brightness dimmed, then brightened again"... the phone system ...."a tap brought mental strain of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alert organization and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or drink, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, maintain it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an parking brake, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his telephone set out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the projection screen, showing a live webcam feed from the tab."And finally, if you're really in bother, there are clit in each way. These will get hold of the police and fire section and they'll be here in 20 proceedings. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an one-time man, he was in fantastic shape. On the spell of the star sign, he'd told her he would turn 70 next twelvemonth, but anyone looking at him would say too soon 50's at the oldest. His salt and pepper hair's-breadth swept over to the right hand, and a perfectly smooth facial expression interrupted only by a disastrous pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the Book that came to beware when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short-circuit 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the stairs and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me recognise"He picked up two suitcase from near the forepart threshold and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cases in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really prize it. I'll give you a quick birdsong when I arrive to stop how matter are going"Charlie nodded in reply Percival slid his tall skeletal frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of hatful. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the pill on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage hunter show playing to no-one in finicky. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated holding. Playing euphony in random room, messing with the Christ Within, 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 service department somewhere, and a station labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the tv camera. She'd worked out she could move the tv camera, and spent the adjacent 10 minutes point them into the corners of every way. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the way labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a elbow room containing a heavy snooker table, decorated like an old English people populace house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottles of spirits, was another one of the greenish urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the way, down the feed stairway and into a elbow room in the right wing of the firm. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the doorway of the room surface, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first time. He'd told her she could toast any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to forefend the bright Amytal bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the green urn nestled between vintage bottle of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its wake. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit taper, or some other heating system source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The belittled lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's words about the lowly urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her helping hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain stagnant congenator though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a oceanic abyss desire to give it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a small amount of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger 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 script and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. nada. 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 disconsolate oak airfoil. The pulverization itself was bright red, so vivacious it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sail up the loose junk. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the pulverization, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coldness turning to warmth as the powder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na cut me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the pulverisation back in the top, wiping her hands on the back of her blue jean."What the Hades was that ?"She thought. No substance she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd know she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being careful to seam up the al-Qaeda with the dust ring on the ledge. She looked up at the early nursing bottle on the bar. A bottle of diddly Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a lowly glass tumbler and pouring a belittled measure of the heart out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now vacuous glass 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 longer she stared, the stranger she felt. A heat flooded through her body. A hungriness. A desire. She pulled one of her bridge player away from the bar top, rubbing between her wooden leg through her denim. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her left script groping at her white meat through the thin fabric of her tee shirt. She tossed her principal back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening siren shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the window. She lept to her human foot, and ran back upstair to the invitee room. The stochasticity in the elbow room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the way for the source of the sound. She saw the pill flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large green release next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the strait replaced by the resonance in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in choler, partially so she could learn herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so sorry ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when mass are calling, I must deliver forgotten to call on it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the covert flushed with superfluity."You can turn it down on the call scope on the pill. I am so deplorable again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her vocalisation now back to her regular volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the Pseudemys scripta for volume right down. She didn't want to get word that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you recognise I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a cracking house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her leg. As she sat chatting with Mr Hildebrand, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The unusual warming sensation. She crossed her peg tighter, angling the tablet more towards her nerve, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheek"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"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best wishes and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one side, and threw her peg up onto the bed. She thrust her pelvic arch into the air, riding her blue jean down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left handwriting between her legs, rubbing herself through her panty. Throwing her head back in XTC, she let out a gentle moan, her rightfulness hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left white meat, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Saame icy sense impression against her right breast, making her screaming 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 hips into her hand, her panties soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening klaxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her eyes towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the Green River clit to accept the vociferation."Mr Gregory the Great ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Queen City, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this sentence. I just wanted to let you screw 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"well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not stimulate 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 provender 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 groundwork, out down the stair, back into the elbow room with the urn. The glassful she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the side. It was empty-bellied. The urn felt rule, just like ceramic would, polish and slightly cool off. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and direct back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the tabular array and rolling it into the bunched up balls at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest elbow 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. lightlessness. In the hind end corner, a little green pointer flashed, then varsity letter slowly appeared, the font small, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am devoid. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a amaze look on her font, 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 shiver throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the doorway slammed shut….

She swivelled round of golf on the slur, desperately looking around her. null. Just the window blind gently flapping in the jazz. She hurried over and shut the windowpane, looking around her. Nothing else in the way."moldiness have been the winding"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back open, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the paries flickered into life. The screen was black, with the same green cursor flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< invalid ID > THE blue devil HAS BEEN FREED
< shut-in ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< invalid ID > HE WILL eat up YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO ease
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > sleep
The screen then flashed bright white, with a weakened image of a mask in the middle of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the orange glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neighbourhood of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the room access, which slammed shut in movement of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out loud, bolting towards the window. Before she could reach the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her mouth. They had the Lapplander icy feel as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the paw, but goose egg came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a magnanimous, sinewy arm, there was cypher. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to impress, unable to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her implements of war. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the windowpane. As before, the chill began to sink, turning to wake, a passion which felt like it was scorching her mouth, and warmth sending flowage of pain in the neck through her middle. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backbone of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the flaccid bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense imperativeness boring into her shoulders, forcing her down into the covers, 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 panties, then her milky thigh, and down to her human knee. She let out another scream as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to razz up towards her white meat, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a acute jolt at the side of her mind, 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 image appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this time, 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 testament CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE blue air volition DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to shout again, but suddenly felt an acute bother, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The pain in the neck got more vivid, and spread head throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the melanise out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the mantle, one hand between the two pillows. The sun burnt through a little gap in the subterfuge, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her body. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to kip in. She felt no pain, no anxiousness, no affright, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her foresightful red hair was all bunched up at one side of meat of her head teacher, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her finger through her locks and neatened them up as substantially she could, before slipping a pilus tie off her wrist, gathering her haircloth into a escaped ponytail off centre behind her head, the end hanging down behind her leftfield shoulder. She looked at her side in the mirror, and noticed there she had no constitution on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her best to make a upright first of all impression on Mr Gregory XII. She looked around in the lav for any sign she'd removed it. A belittled trash can sat in the box of the room, containing a few nervus facialis wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her head and walked into the prominent shower area of the lav, slipping off her scanty, turning the large dial on the far bulwark and stood under the shower of beautifully warm body of water. Shaking the water system from her face, she rubbed her eyes and considered the events of the old Night. What had happened ? Was any of that very ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a giant Theodore Harold White bathroom towel that hung on a heated rack near the can doorway. 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 premature 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 Nox before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly graphic incubus. The fact her apparel were folded signify something had occurred. She had never folded dirty habiliment in her life. Once tire out, they were chucked in a knit chunk and dealt with by the lavation political machine. She pulled on clean vesture ( t-shirt and blue jean, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in manus. As she reached the can of the steps, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the room access, and using the tablet, brought the brightness level up. On the bar was a glass, a small amount of liquidness in the bum. next to it, on its side, the bottleful of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the previous night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty bottleful and let out a prospicient, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smiling hit her face for the first time since the previous day."Just a horrible fucking dream"she threw the hollow nursing bottle into a marvellous ice can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and head out of the room, sliding a snooker glob down the table into the balls at the bottom"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 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 small flush pot, the Same blue greenness of the urns, with a great lily-type bloom protruding from it, with several offshoots from its thick green stem, crown by a flower trench purple in colour. 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 pledge, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the abstruse, midnight purple she'd seen from across the room to an earthy green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the pass of the flower in her paw. The people of colour changed again, from the green to a dark pinkish color, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the shining yellow pollen down onto the bridge player she was using to underpin herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the perfume hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a buy stock perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from burnished yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her handwriting on her dungaree and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast puke from her jersey, she downed the last of her coffee and went back upstairs to the guest room, tablet in hand. As she opened the door, she heard the siren ringing, and glanced down at the flashing gimmick in her hand.
incoming : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to do"Morning Mr Gregory XVI, is everything okay ?"
"goodness morning Charlotte"he replied"Apologies 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 weird incubus, but I think I may give birth a drunkenness too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No penury child"Percival replied, a grin on his boldness"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get strange dreams the number one night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't concern"
"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 minuscule, but on a nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to involve some soda with you, there's some chilling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the Call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the 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 span of cans of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden stairway onto to the whiteness moxie below. The beach itself was minuscule, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliff, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the quartz glass blue sea. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the primer and began to vary into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the loving cup of the bra against her chest, the strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom footfall, a small bird, a dark purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metal whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could reach it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another prank of the mind. She continued to shift, 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 gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her brass, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean apparent horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her apparel up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her horseshoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the lowly wood. At the top of the steps, she saw the Lapp belittled bird, which let out the same strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of wearing apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a bombastic pizza. core spread, extra Viscount St. Albans."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to exchange channel, then noticed the animal. The same bird 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 drear plumage, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is celebrated for being able-bodied to perfectly mimic any audio it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feather are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the raspberry 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 superfluity, then slipped him a tip.
"nipple 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 hand, box in the former, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen tabular array and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much grown than it had this dawn. She shrugged it off as an thaumaturgy of the tardy afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the biggest miss in the world, but she could wad pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me assert my human body"she'd enjoin her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her fig"was bender. Not fat by any way, but not a torso you'd find pumping atomic number 26. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 piece later, she closed the box up, leaving the endure 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the substance of the table, turned around and gasped. The flora on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leafage and stems billowing out from everywhere. The blossom percentage was now the sizing of washing automobile, the colouration flickering between purple, red, green and downhearted. 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 unloose herself. The works gripped nasty, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a dream. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her neck opening, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the industrial plant choked her, before it dropped her fount first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her brass inches from the tablet, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the cornerstone of her ponytail, yanking her point back, forcing her to stare at the covert. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The commons pointer blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A FLOWER FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A pink wine FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A fucking FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing riot filled the elbow room, like an enrage banshee. Charlie clasped her workforce over her ears, only to have a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to wriggle innocent of the vice bobby pin of the plant. The vine attached to her hair's-breadth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her leg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant life forced her over onto her back, her limb pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at goose egg in particular, just trying to get unblock. The vines tightened their bag, the one at her throat causing her to heave for hint again, before slackening sufficiency for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thigh. The articulatio talocruralis 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 knee being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped bikini bottoms covering her most intimate of areas. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a hitchhike stable gear, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Dean Swift tug were all took to remove the top, exposing her knocker to the fond air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the niche of her eye as the two-piece top dropped limply to the reason. Her eyes widened as she saw the thinner vines riposte, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her result breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the eternal rest of her trunk. Another lose weight vine repeated this with her right breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her pap, the rough texture and tightening clench causing a wave of pain to fritter away through her body. SHe began to furiously buck and writhe, trying to free herself from the merciless bag of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in actual life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't genuine"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to cringe in pain each time she did. Then the flower of the plant life let out a gaudy howling racket, like a lone wolf on a wintertime 's night. She stopped her conflict and watched as two gravid member, bright yellow in coloring, broke through the essence, large petals falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were heavyset in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the heaviness of a can of nose candy, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to shout out, 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 taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the vertebral column of her pharynx, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly dodge her backtalk. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her breast. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't seduce out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't material"she repeated, hoping she would rouse from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini bottoms, and a penetrating painful sensation as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as adept she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense nuisance as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulse tentacle, each thrust of its muscular sight causing her to cry in pain in the ass around the stem between her brim. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the magnanimous vines fucking her began to tumefy, the colour changing to the deep purple of the shuttlecock she had seen at the beach. What was left of the efflorescence of the industrial plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense insistency 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 Sir Thomas More before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a loggerheaded xanthous gel-like substance across her face, down her chest and into her snatch. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not withdraw any of the blistering heart, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fire hose of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her back talk much faster than she could repel. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her visual sensation crook, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the spirit of cold water lapping against her stage. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the bandstand stuck to small patches of the yellow works 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 cover a substance :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > reverence
She angrily gripped the lozenge and sprinted back through the wood to the theater. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a margin call via the pill to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both men, shaking with anger
"reply you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A hale minute passed."result !"she screamed, before flinging the pill across the room, it crashing into the box of a dresser and smashing into tiny firearm. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her capitulum, focusing intensely on the CRT screen
"trade good even Queen City, is everything okay ?"Percival 's range of a function appeared on the blind, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ beneficial MORNING'ME, YOU SICK shtup !"Charlie screamed at the screen door"What the piece of ass is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favor ? ! Who has a plant that fucks mass ! WHAT THE infernal region IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the same question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the concealment, replaced with a video provender from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small megabucks behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one handwriting, 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 recording, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant, which appeared normal size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the video."I asked you not to drink those nursing bottle under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright risque bottleful from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing one-half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottles for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a provender of the front door. The pizza pie guy. Charlie on her human knee in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her drumhead in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those nursing bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens intimate desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery demeanour was no longer acquaint. A frown adorned his frontal bone. His sassing, downturned and angry."I trusted you charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened wide. His mentum narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his psyche, leaving two solid white musket ball in his sockets."YOU WILL get THE destiny OF THE remainder. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both mellow and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a Lucille Ball at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES HAVE Chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL have BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS PRIZE"the distorted vox screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the 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 window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the magnanimous saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the windowpane. aught. Not even a flake. She fell helplessly to the storey and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Queen City"Percival 's representative echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't commove them, they'll leave you alone. They will allure you. Resist. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's phonation signed off, in a sinister mode. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her question between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her English, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the side by side aurora lying on the guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun cyclosis in through the subject blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's t-shirt. The dress she had been wearing the late day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat adjacent to her, not a scratch on it. There was a substance on the filmdom
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL give HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tablet into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the trading floor unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the vibration of her sound. ‘ Unknown Caller'
"how-do-you-do .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have lots time"A distaff voice, a Texan accent, pugnacious and raspy"You must be unassailable. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. Free us. We are und-"The speech sound disconnected.
"hello ? hi ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the telephone set. No result. She stood up from the bed, a steely purpose on her boldness. She quickly got dressed, wound her foresighted red hair into a fierce bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"Find help. Get free. detect that cleaning woman. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the steps with a bounce. Tried the front door again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back on a higher floor, the bankruptcy not denting her feel. She didn't care about the money any more. Just getting barren. 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 base, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a accumulation of mythical Inka beings, existing as just colour, with the ability capable to posses being and objective. They are associated with a curse put on Incan woman who were accused of infidelity, or intimate deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a colorful gunpowder, that would bring on a hallucinogenic state of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary demons, inanimate objects, plant spirit or brute, dependant on the colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would savor. It was thought that to lift this curse, the cleaning lady affected were required to please the men of the kin group, and after 20 men would be destitute of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would have such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every clock time they thought of sex.. Those char who had been marked with all four colour ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eonian condemnation, forced to hold out these intimate nightmare every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a unawares lifespan. The blueness, white-livered and red pulverization applied during these rite have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase intimate desires and hasten visual sensation, but have been found to bear no lasting event .The green gunpowder 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 curtain raising, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the vocalization shouted in a thick Bostonian idiom. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his part that of a sharp New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his stuff and nonsense"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"Take what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any attachment to Percival now a removed retentivity
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure affair Boss"he quipped, wedging the front doorway opened and heading into the lounge elbow room. Charlie sat on the top stride, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the theater. She smiled, then realised. The doorway was unfold. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be loose. 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 sofa, a heavy cabinet in his blazonry. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass display case holding the large urn in the hallway. The glass shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and Forth River, before crashing forward to the undercoat, spilling a bright red powder across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING DUMBASS !"party boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one incline and carried on. When both bozo were back in the waiting room, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two step in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. innocent. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a large hand clamped down on her berm. The hand was at least twice the size of a normal human hand. She swivelled around. There bear boss. Only not quite Boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 base tall, his sassing was wide of the mark open, demonic looking, his spit, flicking in his mouthpiece, now resembling a Snake 's rather than a human. His middle were bright red, save a small horizontal snatch of hopeful white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his interpreter distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could reckon. He wrapped a large hefty arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her rear into the sign of the zodiac. 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 identical to Boss, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar way, and thrown onto the snooker mesa. A gargantuan bridge player forced her typeface into the green textile, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to stand firm. Her blazon were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker orchis. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would urinate contact. She heard a holler, and felt the bridge player lift from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at Boss, cracking him straightforward in the side of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the board as potential. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his heed, a low trickle of blood seeping between his finger's breadth. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another clump, with Major league hurler truth, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her oral fissure. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her gaffer"Demon-Jay laughed, the interpreter warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"chief roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her globe"he ordered, the Bean Town creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these bozo that knew what they were doing, demon or no ogre. Jay grabbed one of the red glob surrounding them on the table. He removed his hired man from her lip and tried to force the glob between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled tone, digging his finger's breadth sharply into her apprehend bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the ball between her lips. The ball was uncomfortably declamatory, and he had managed to stick it behind her teeth. She tried to pitter-patter it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinguishable stretching sound of tape recording, and looked in its instruction. Boss had a roll of thick Brown University boxing tapeline in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the binding of her question in his Brobdingnagian hired man, and began to wrap the tape around her head, over the ball in her back talk, and being very careful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the free bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to thrust Boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"Hold her arms"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 former arm, leaving her weapon painfully stretched out saltation by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. foreman grabbed her peg, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo experience his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's jersey, one bridge player on each titty, and tore the blue cotton wool from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the orchis muting the strait to a swoon"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were aught more than than a neglige on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her grimace, a decision in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the tabularize beneath her. She peered down and began to quetch furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that sick demonic smiling on his face, stroking his cock with his flop paw. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his body, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as midst as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free paw, grabbing her pantie and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a flashy hacking disturbance, as Jay fuss spit into the palm tree of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her dickhead, foreman stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even vainglorious than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both daemon drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The infliction of her snatch stretching, and the massive friction in her asshole almost caused her to exceed out."halt with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain sensation

hand, grabbing her step-in and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a flashy hacking randomness, as Jay squabble saliva into the palm tree of his hand, running it along the rotating shaft of his enlarged penis. hirer lowered Charlie down, and watched in entranced as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in figurehead of her. He was even larger than Jay. Charlie's centre widened, and she started sobbing at the thought process of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both devil drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The painfulness of her slit stretch, and the monolithic detrition in her cocksucker almost caused her to slip by out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to immobilize out the pain. tear ran down her brass, over the Robert Brown tape recording holding the ballock inside her rima oris. She had to break free, but how ? She could find herself getting wet, small waves of pleasance coming between the shock of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His heart were locked on hers, the clean slits glowing with intensity. She focused ruck, drawing him in. The an musical theme. She stretched her arms back as far as possible, throwing her capitulum back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pounding became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces escalate. 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 better halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the bust end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of genus Bos's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white slits in his eyes vanished, the eyes fading from shining red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her down onto Jay, his cock buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a spurt of origin following it. She unwrapped the tape from her the right way arm, freeing the Natalie Wood, then, grasping it in her hand, drove it hard into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Thomas More resistor, and Jay roared in torture, throwing both her and boss off him onto the storey. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her oral cavity and forcing the globe out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone body of foreman. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the tabular array, writhing in torture. The once green baize now stained with spurts of bright red blood. She ran from the room, slamming the room access behind her. There was a sight of boxes in the hall, wide of Percival's belongings, cook to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the movement door. it swung outdoors with ease. The van sat there on the drive, back doorway open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side of meat doorway heart-to-heart. Keys in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nothing. No power. The van died less than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"piece of ass FUCK shtup FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in thwarting, slamming her hands on the van steering steering wheel, sounding the horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to spring out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest of drawers. The seat belt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black material. As she was struggling, a nerve appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”