The sun peaked over the grass covered hilltop, its crown reflected in the straggling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breathing time and knocked three time on the expectant wooden door. cipher. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the threshold, and looked up at the boastfully household stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two incline, a small tunnel through the James Jerome Hill to the left, and nothing but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the good morning sunshine, stretching out in front of it. The mansion itself was grand, if not huge, looking more like a large English language cottage than something on the west coast of America. She took another glance at the windows on the upper berth f hoping to catch up with sight of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the plume man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and escape from it, his laurel wreath soft, his grip firm."I'm so dreary, I was in the shower. Please, come 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 backside as he stepped back privileged
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the large wooden room access behind her. She looked around the with child hallway she found herself in, her mouthpiece slightly undecided in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two solidifying of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with room access at each slope, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the methamphetamine case in the nerve center of the way, containing a large super C coloured urn.
"Go through the first door on the go away please"the man said, snapping her rear to reality"You can withdraw a fanny in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The speech sound of the threshold culmination echoed through the vast hall. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the threatening oak door into the lounge. This way was much smaller in size, but no to a lesser extent grand. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather expansive hearth. Sat above the fireplace, was a large painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome particular making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the corner of the elbow room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much cushy than she expected, causing her to diminish back into the deceptively comfortable chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the various ornaments and accessories in the way. He eyes were drawn to another urn, interchangeable in shape to the one in the hall, only very much smaller. The urn itself was nothing particular to look at, the same green as the one in the hallway, no handle, and a belittled delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the pocket-sized table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellowed tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my outstanding grandfather"Charlie jerked her hands away from the table, standing bolt upright, her capitulum bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her face flushing bright red
"It's okey, I don't thinker"the gentleman's gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the affair I have here. I've gathered artefact from all over the humankind in my sentence, and I take majuscule pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with various others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain perfectly relative though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me demonstrate you around"he gestured.

It was a hebdomad before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. mustiness be able-bodied to stay at the sign for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my takings"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the attic window of her mother's household, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that very much money for doing naught ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a entirely year of male chauvinist comments, lewd advances and general creepiness from her political boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his expression after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her arse for the third time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the merchantman of the advertizement
"how-do-you-do, Gregory VII residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, subscribe to your meter"a deep, solace vocalization replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a house setting hen, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in self-confidence"I look after my female parent 's house all the clock time, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's expectant"the articulation replied."It'll be in a week, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easy"trusted"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous musical note"Can I hire your e-mail name and address and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her contingent without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the e-mail address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an e-mail dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the valet asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you side by side Monday then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the vox replied, before the earpiece disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollar sign. A sign to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her head began to race. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a dear 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 help. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to kip that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it loose and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my nursing home. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My destination is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the Edgar Albert Guest bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the remaining backstage of the family. He had shown Charlie around the eternal sleep of the business firm, bar a couple of way ("The passe-partout sleeping accommodation and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the seclusion of"), all of which had the same time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the node room swung spread out, she was surprised at the contrast. diffused magnolia walls, coeval decor, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting succeeding to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower elbow room. It was like soul had dropped a high lineament hotel way into a quaint sign of the zodiac on the California coast.
"I like to ready trusted my Edgar Guest are well-to-do"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my detail gustation"He picked the tablet up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the part of the household. The heating and hot body of water. The lighting ..."he slid his digit along the sieve and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the audio system ...."a tap brought straining of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or drink, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, sustain it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his speech sound out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the projection screen, showing a unrecorded webcam provender from the pad of paper."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are clitoris in each room. These will contact the police and fervor departments and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight home plate"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter lines on his age side crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an older man, he was in fantastic shape. On the tour of the theatre, he'd told her he would change by reversal 70 succeeding year, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the oldest. His saltiness and black pepper hair swept over to the right field, and a perfectly still face interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking computer memory of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the watchword that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"OK"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his carpus"I'll be heading off, my airplane leaves soon"they headed down the stairs and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me know"He picked up two traveling bag from near the front door and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cause in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really revalue it. I'll give you a immediate vociferation when I arrive to check how matter are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall frame behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of plenty. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the Edgar Albert Guest room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the stratum of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated holding. Playing music in random room, 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 service department somewhere, and a place labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could affect the cameras, and spent the next 10 bit point them into the corners of every elbow room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old English populace star sign ), on a humble ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottles of feel, was another one of the unripe urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tab on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing staircase and into a way in the right wing annexe of the house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the way open, and the feel of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first meter. He'd told her she could toast any of the strong drink lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to avoid the bright blue air bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottleful were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the green urn nestled between vintage bottles of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its ledge, leaving a dust-free ring in its backwash. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit candle, or some other 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 quarrel about the smaller urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead congeneric though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a small quantity of a fine powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the delicately dust finisher to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her fingerbreadth into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her fingerbreadth, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. 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 night oak control surface. The gunpowder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her hand at the edge of the bar, and began to span up the loose dust. There was an initial jar of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the gunpowder back in the top, wiping her custody on the backrest of her jeans."What the snake pit was that ?"She thought. No message 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 ledge, being measured to line up the base with the debris ring on the shelf. She looked up at the other feeding bottle on the bar. A bottle of mariner Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the sleep of the bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small methamphetamine tumbler and pouring a lowly mensuration of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty methamphetamine onto the bar, coughing slightly at the sharpness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her creative thinker racing. The farseeing she stared, the unknown she felt. A warmth flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her branch through her denim. Slumping back against the upstanding oak, she slid to the priming coat, her lead hand groping at her boob through the thin cloth 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 window. She lept to her feet, and ran back up the stairs to the guest room. The racket in the room was deafening. She covered her auricle, and looked around the way for the reference of the speech sound. She saw the lozenge flashing on the bed.
"ingress : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the orotund green release next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE snake pit WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the gimmick, partially in ira, partially so she could hear herself.
"The femme fatale ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so sorry ! I have it on really loudly when I'm in the garden so I know when hoi polloi are calling, I must ingest forgotten to wrick it down"he apologised, his fount in the video feed on the projection screen flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the cry settings on the pad. I am so deplorable again ..."
"That's okey"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for bulk right down. She didn't want to learn that strait that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you sleep with I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a expectant house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory, she felt the whiz that she had felt late. The unknown warming sensory faculty. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately unforced herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Ugo Buoncompagni, I ... .I need to use the john, 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 Delilah down"he chuckled to himself, gave his in force compliments and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her rose hip into the air, riding her denim down over her buttocks, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her wooden leg, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she let out a gentle moan, her right hand running up inside her jersey, tugging at her bra and freeing her left knocker, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sensation against her correctly breast, making her shriek loudly, the distinctness 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 bridge player, her scanty 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.
"entry : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the leafy vegetable clitoris to take over the margin call."Mr Bartolomeo Alberto Capillari ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you sleep together I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the femme fatale wasn't too loudly for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"well, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not suffer done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. name if you need anything"The screen flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so actual"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stairs, back into the way with the urn. The glass she had inebriate from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the side. It was empty. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly sang-froid. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up chunk at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ clink'stochasticity. Pulling the room access to, she headed back up to the guest elbow room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the temptress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the pad of paper.
"Incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. lightlessness. In the bottom corner, a small dark-green cursor flashed, then letter of the alphabet slowly appeared, the typeface small, just about legible.
"< invalid ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled looking on her face, waiting for the typewriting to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red push to end the call. As she did, she felt a shivering throughout the elbow room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the spot, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the jazz. She hurried over and keep out the window, looking around her. nothing else in the way."must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the elbow room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back open, now resting against the flatware coloured doorstop attached to the level. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into lifetime. The sieve was black, with the same green pointer flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A misunderstanding
< invalid ID > HE WILL eat up YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO residual
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > quietus
The screen then flashed bright white, with a faded picture of a masque in the centre of the covert before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the Orange River glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the windowpane. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the spotlight, looking for a way out."The windowpane !"She exclaimed out flashy, run out towards the windowpane. Before she could attain the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her back talk. They had the same icy feel as the pulverisation had, the frigidness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nix came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a large, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the smirch, unable to incite, unable to shout out. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her limb. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the chill began to subside, turning to heat, a passion which felt like it was scorching her lip, and heating system sending floods of pain through her midsection. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the rear of her human knee connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense press boring into her shoulders, forcing her pile into the blanket, she let out a screaming, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in repulsion, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red pantie, then her milky thighs, and down to her knee joint. She let out another scream as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to bait up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one English. She tried to struggle it, but the force held her house, forcing her gaze at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the covert still opprobrious. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An mental image appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much tumid this time, so she could read it from her situation prone on the bed
< shut-in ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE blue devil
< INVALID ID > THE bluing WILL CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE blue sky WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to call again, but suddenly felt an vivid pain, she'd been punched in the abdomen by a heavyweight packer. The infliction got more intense, and spread throughout her venter. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hand between the two pillows. The sun burnt through a belittled gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover song and looked down at her body. She was wearing her pitch blackness 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 panic, no anything. Swinging her legs out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her pass, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair's-breadth was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her finger through her lock and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a haircloth tie off her carpus, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her head, the end hanging down behind her unexpended shoulder. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no composition on. The previous day she had made sure enough she looked her C. H. Best to make a good first impression on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the can for any sign she'd removed it. A humble trash can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few facial nerve rub, all smeared with make up. She shook her chief and walked into the magnanimous shower area of the bathroom, slipping off her scanty, turning the magnanimous dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm water. Shaking the urine from her face, she rubbed her eyes and considered the consequence of the previous Night. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant white Bath towel that hung on a heated rack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her soundbox, she made her way back into the guest elbow room, and went to get dressed. She found her wearing apparel 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 think of the night before for whatever grounds, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly bright nightmare. The fact her wearing apparel were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty wear in her aliveness. Once hold out, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the washing motorcar. She pulled on uninfected article of clothing ( tee shirt and denim, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in script. As she reached the seat of the stairs, she noticed the room access to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the pad of paper, brought the Light Within up. On the bar was a glass, a pocket-size measure of liquid in the bottom. Next to it, on its side, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the previous dark. Only vacate. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch seafarer, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her side for the first metre since the previous day."Just a frightful fucking dream"she threw the empty-bellied bottle into a marvellous trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and header out of the elbow room, sliding a snooker ball down the board into the balls at the tail end"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the room access behind her and headed to the kitchen to snaffle some breakfast.

As the toast popped from the wassailer, Charlie looked up from the pad, over towards where the goner was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettledrum had just finished stewing. Sat on the windowsill was a small flower pot, the Same blueish green of the urns, with a prominent lily-type flower protruding from it, with various offshoots from its midst green fore, crown by a flower deep purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to snaffle her breakfast. As she began to liberally spread the butter onto her perfectly browned pledge, he noticed something about the efflorescence. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the cryptical, midnight purple she'd seen from across the room to an gross commons, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the head of the flower in her bridge player. The coloring changed again, from the K to a dark pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to sense the bloom, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the perfume hit her anterior naris. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a bargain storehouse perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her paw on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast puke from her T-shirt, she downed the live on of her coffee bean and went back upstairs to the Edgar Albert Guest room, tablet in hand. As she opened the room access, she heard the temptress plangency, and glanced down at the flashing twist in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green push to answer"Morning 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 weird nightmare, but I think I may deliver a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No indigence child"Percival replied, a smiling on his nerve"I've already said you can contain 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 base night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so nice this morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a buck private beach that I own. It's only lowly, but on a skillful day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the television camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woodwind instrument, down the stairway at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take away 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 pad onto the bed, grabbed her two-piece and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the can and ran out into the forest, grabbing a twosome of lav of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the fag wooden staircase onto to the Andrew D. White sand below. The beach itself was little, enclosed on three side by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side of meat being gently lapped against by the watch glass blue ocean. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the reason and began to shift into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a unknown whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cups of the bra against her dresser, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom step, a small bird, a colored 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 trick 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, afford a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 vauntingly gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her font, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the 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 staircase to the minuscule forest. At the top of the step, she saw the Saami small snort, which let out the Sami strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the timber, arriving back at the house and swinging the door overt. She ran back upstair, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the pad of paper and ordering a large pizza. center feast, extra bacon."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 change TV channel, then noticed the animate being. The Lapp raspberry she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the fowl in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its dark plume, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is noted for being able to perfectly mime any sound it hears, and has a reputation 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 transmission channel over to a situation comedy, 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 embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"mammilla 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, slice in one helping hand, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the fecal matter. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this daybreak. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the late good afternoon sun, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the boastful young woman in the world, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me maintain my figure"she'd tell her ally sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was breaking ball. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speeding just the ticket before.
6 fade later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the middle of the board, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The peak contribution was now the size of washing automobile, the gloss flickering between purpleness, red, putting green and depressed. Charlie kicked the chairman out of the way and ran. But not far. A long K vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her mortise joint, causing her to misstep, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped tighter, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her early ankle.
"It's a ambition. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up 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 life choked her, before it dropped her facial expression first on the table, her articulatio talocruralis still caught by a vine each. She found her cheek inch from the tab, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to gaze at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green 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 flower FOR MY blossom
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing sidesplitter filled the room, like an maddened banshee. Charlie clasped her mitt over her ears, only to own 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 free of the vice hairgrip of the 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 spine, her sleeve pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get exempt. The vines tightened their suitcase, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the jumpy stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thigh. The ankle bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thighs. 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 blue striped bikini bottoms covering her most confidant 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 section of her Bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 swift jerk were all took to withdraw the top, exposing her breasts to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the nook of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the undercoat. Her eyes widened as she saw the dilutant vines coming back, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left field breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest period of her organic structure. Another thin vine repeated this with her right bosom, gripping them firmly. She let out another thigh-slapper as the end of each vine wrapped around her pap, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a waving of pain to buck through her soundbox. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless traveling bag of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in real life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't material"She squirmed again, the grossness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to funk in pain each time she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a loud howl racket, like a lone wolf on a winter 's night. She stopped her battle and watched as two large member, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, large petals falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of nose candy, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her bosom then block off, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her backtalk to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lips. The grain was rough and sticky, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly dip her mouth. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her breast. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her sass to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't build out anything. She screwed her eye tightly shut,
"This is n't actual"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her Bikini bottoms, and a sharp pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by vivid pain as a with child vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly throb tentacle, each jabbing of its powerful mass causing her to cry in pain around the stem between her back talk. After what seemed an age, she began to palpate the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to swell, the colour changing to the cryptical purpleness of the birdie she had seen at the beach. What was left of the peak of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lip and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick white-livered gel-like substance across her face, down her chest and into her cunt. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acerbic pith, which kept coming at her, like person was spraying her with a attack hosiery of works cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her lip a lot riotous than she could fight off. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her sight twist, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of low temperature piddle lapping against her legs. 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 stand stuck to small speckle of the yellow flora 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 > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the timberland to the star sign. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest room and furiously made a cry via the pad of paper to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both manus, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole minute passed."solution !"she screamed, before flinging the pad of paper across the room, it crashing into the recession of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the telecasting set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"trade good evening charlotte, is everything okey ?"Percival 's image appeared on the blind, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD MORNING'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the screwing is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking party favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks people ! WHAT THE HELL IS damage WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank shell
"I could ask you the Saami question"He said, his voice drone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, replaced with a picture feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar faecal matter. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a diminished pile behind her. The telecasting showed her masturbating, rubbing her button with one hired hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red bull's eye as a stopgap dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the mesa, grabbing the plant, which appeared normal size of it, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's drone droned over the video."I asked you not to tope those bottles under the bar."The telecasting provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright dreary nursing bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a coke"Charlie pleaded, discombobulation in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those nursing bottle for a reasonableness"Percival sounded wild. The feed ficked again to a feed of the front room access. The pizza guy. Charlie on her human knee in front of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her foreland in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottleful contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the earth"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery behavior was no longer introduce. A frown adorned his forehead. 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 elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid Elwyn Brooks White balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE FATE OF THE repose. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both high-pitched and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a 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 elect. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL need HIS PRIZE"the strain interpreter screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the elbow room, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the ringlet since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nearest window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could obtain, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a scrap. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's voice 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 invite you. reject. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T rich person TOUCHED YOUR hooey !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her head between her knee, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side of meat, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the adjacent good morning lying on the client bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the open blinds. She was curled up close to the border of the bed, wearing her ex's T-shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the old day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat following to her, not a scratch on it. There was a content on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL induce HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pad of paper into the windowpane, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the level unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the shakiness of her earphone. ‘ Unknown caller-out'
"howdy .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have practically time"A female representative, a Texan accent, rough and raspy"You must be hard. Do not let them get you. competitiveness everyone. free people us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"how-do-you-do ? hullo ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No result. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her brass. She quickly got dressed, wound her tenacious red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery service. Get free. Find that charwoman. find anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the front doorway again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the ice indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her spirit. She didn't tutelage about the money any more. Just getting absolve. 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 tablet from the floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collection of fabulous Incan beings, existing as just vividness, with the ability able to posses being and objects. They are associated with a torment put on Incan women who were accused of infidelity, or sexual deviance. It is said that a womanhood would be marked with a non-white powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic state of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary demons, inanimate objects, industrial plant life or animal, dependent on the colouration applied. In realism they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would relish. It was thought that to come up this curse, the charwoman affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be unfreeze of the hallucinations. The mind behind this was that they would go through such a bloodcurdling experience, that they would be put off sexual skirmish forever, and be forever tormented every fourth dimension they thought of sex.. Those cleaning lady who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an interminable cuss, forced to endure these intimate incubus every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a short life. The blue, yellow and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce vision, but have been found to take no lasting effects .The William Green powder has been found t-"
Her indication was interrupted by a loud banging on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the vox shouted in a midst Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Hildebrand ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his articulation that of a sharply New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stair,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his hooey"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop over us"
"engage what you want, that while of diddly-shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any fastening to Percival now a remote memory board
"Jay, scratch line downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a destiny"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front door open and heading into the lounge elbow room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing belongings from the business firm. She smiled, then realised. The door 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 bottomland, Jar came out of the sofa, a expectant console in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass display eccentric holding the enceinte urn in the hallway. The chicken feed shattered with a deafening speech sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a bright red pulverization across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING dunderhead !"gaffer shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one slope and carried on. When both Guy were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprints in the red rubble that now covered the hallway. She was outside. rid. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a whole tone when a large hand clamped down on her articulatio humeri. The hand was at least twice the size of a normal human being script. She swivelled around. There tolerate political boss. Only not quite Boss. There was knob in there. He stood 7 foot tall, his mouth was astray opened, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His middle were bright red, hold open a little horizontal slit of brightly white.
"Rojo will give his princess"gaffer roared at her, his articulation distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could think. He wrapped a big muscular arm around her waist, hoisting her off the footing, hauling her spinal column into the star sign. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. Boss carried her into the star sign, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to survey him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A jumbo hand forced her face into the greenish fabric, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her branch were gratis. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ball. She gripped the musket ball as hard as potential, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make water inter-group communication. She heard a roar, and felt the hand nip and tuck from her promontory. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the mesa, brandishing it like a fishgig. She grabbed another lump, hurling it at Bos, cracking him solid in the side of the oral sex
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the tabular array as potential. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his heed, a pocket-sized trickle of line of descent seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another Ball, with John Roy Major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a boastfully sweaty hand clamp over her lip. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her hirer"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is delight"party boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her clod"he ordered, the capital of Massachusetts creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these guy rope that knew what they were doing, demon or no monster. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the mesa. He removed his hand from her mouth and tried to force the lump between her mouth. Charlie held house, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled timber, digging his fingers sharply into her pick up osseous tissue. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to stuff the ball between her lips. The lump was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to stick it behind her tooth. She tried to spit it out, but to no service. She heard the discrete stretching sound of tape recording, and looked in its charge. Boss had a roll of slurred John Brown packing material mag tape in his helping hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her head in his huge hand, and began to wrap the tape measure around her head, over the ball in her sassing, and being very careful not to entrap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each passing game round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove foreman away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"clasp her weaponry"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 tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the Lapplander with the early arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these binding, ineffectively. honcho grabbed her wooden leg, pulling her so she was sat on the border of the table.
"Let Rojo have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each knocker, and tore the blue cotton from her human body in one campaign. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the ball muting the sound to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jean, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than than a wrapper on a burnt umber bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underclothing, a scowl on her font, a purpose in her heart. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to plain furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude statue, lying with that sickish hellish grin on his facial expression, stroking his turncock with his ripe handwriting. It had grown proportionally with the balance of his body, and was now easily 14 in long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his innocent hand, grabbing her step-in and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking haphazardness, as Jay fuss saliva into the ribbon of his hand, running it along the gibe of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his prick touched her asshole, Boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front line of her. He was even braggart than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being bust apart. The pain of her kitty stretching, and the massive rubbing in her asshole almost caused her to clear out."stop with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

hired man, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a tawdry hacking interference, as Jay spat spittle into the ribbon of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in transport as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, boss stopped, and climbed on the table in straw man of her. He was even cock-a-hoop than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both daimon drove into her. She felt like she was being rupture apart. The hurting of her pussy stretching, and the massive detrition in her arse almost caused her to buy the farm out."halt with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the bother. bust ran down her typeface, over the brown tapeline holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to break free, but how ? She could finger herself getting wet, pocket-size waving of joy coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entireness of his distance inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white slit glowing with volume. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her weapons system back as far as possible, throwing her top dog back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic hammering became faster and harder. The concentration on the demon faces deepen. Charlie took another look, then as heavy as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's mind, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the kick downstairs halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one slope, driving the snapped end of the cue as hard as she could into the side 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 slits in his heart vanished, the eye fading from vivid 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 bloodline following it. She unwrapped the tape from her in good order arm, freeing the forest, then, grasping it in her hand, beat back it backbreaking into the face of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and genus Bos off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra languor and spit that had built up on the prone body of chief. clock time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the board, writhing in agony. The once viridity baize now stained with spurts of bright red parentage. She ran from the room, slamming the doorway behind her. There was a pile of boxes in the hallway, good of Percival's belonging, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the face room access. it swung undecided with ease. The van sat there on the drive, back door open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver side door open. Keys in the kindling. consequence ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then zilch. No king. The van died LE than 2 metre from the tunnel.
"FUCK piece of tail FUCK FUCK piece of ass ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in thwarting, slamming her hands on the van steering bike, sounding the horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the doorway and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the Black fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the doorway, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”