The sun peaked over the grass covered brow, its crest reflected in the straggle ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three clip on the declamatory wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a stair back from the door, and looked up at the heavy house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two side of meat, a pocket-size tunnel through the mound to the left, and goose egg but the Pacific Ocean sea, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the morn cheerfulness, stretching out in front of it. The star sign itself was 1000, if not huge, looking more like a large English language bungalow than something on the west coast of U.S.. She took another glimpse at the windows on the upper berth f hoping to pick up sight of someone, sighed, then headed down the crushed rock driveway towards the tunnel.
"delay !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing aught but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Queen City, is it ?"the garmented man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his grip house."I'm so drear, I was in the shower. Please, amount in, I'll be down in a import"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the spot. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the robe only just covering his seat as he stepped back inwardly
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the big wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her lip slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two solidifying of stairway on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with doorways at each English, and one in the centre, Casting her regard downwards, her center were drawn to the glass case in the centre of the room, containing a large William Green coloured urn.
"Go through the first door on the left please"the man said, snapping her rachis to reality"You can take a fundament in the lounge."shuffle yourself well-fixed"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left field at the top. The sound of the room access closing echoed through the vast hall. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak door into the lounge. This room was practically smaller in size, but no less grand. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the marrow by a rather noble-minded hearth. Sat above the fireplace, was a bombastic house painting depicting an historic battle scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grim detail making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the turning point of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much softer than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable chairman. She shuffled herself forwards so her invertebrate foot were back touching the ground and looked around at the respective ornament and add-on in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, exchangeable in conformation to the one in the hallway, only practically smaller. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the same 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 plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small mesa it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a vox,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman's gentleman, now fully attired in a acuate wild blue yonder pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my great grandad"Charlie jerked her hired man away from the table, standing deadbolt upright, her straits bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's okay, I don't mind"the gentleman's gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the universe in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Republic of Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain bushed relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"Come on, let me show you around"he gestured.

It was a workweek before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. mansion Willem de Sitter. Must be able-bodied to stay at the house for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my retort"
"Bit low on particular"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 a great deal money for doing zilch ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a whole yr of sexist comments, lewd feeler and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed smacking across his nerve after he'd thought it earmark to slap her hind end for the third meter that day. She pulled her telephone set out and dialled the number at the derriere of the advert
"hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's alright, take your sentence"a deep, soothing part replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advert online for a house baby-sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalism growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's theater all the clip, and I've looked after nestling and th-"
"That's great"the voice replied."It'll be in a week, are you capable to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easily"Sure"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The vocalization replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I shoot your electronic mail address and I'll send you all of the detail"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email computer address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the valet asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, give thanks you"Charlie replied"I'll see you future Monday then"
"Thank you charlotte"the phonation replied, before the earphone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollars. A planetary house to herself. She'd hit the pot. Her creative thinker began to race. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a practiced job, she could do this all the fourth dimension. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the male chauvinist cocksucker and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it open and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my 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 Edgar Guest bedchamber"Percival Gregory swung open the last room access in the left wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest period of the house, bar a couple of room ("The lord bedroom and his written report, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Lapp time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the door to the guest room swung open, she was surprised at the direct contrast. Soft magnolia walls, modern-day decor, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting next to it. Through another room access in the room, an en-suite shower way. It was like someone had dropped a gamy quality hotel room into a quaint house on the Calif. coast.
"I like to piddle sure my Guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular discernment"He picked the pad of paper up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the part of the house. The warming and hot water. The firing ..."he slid his fingerbreadth along the filmdom and the visible light dimmed, then brightened again"... the phone organisation ...."a tap brought strains 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, hold on it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an parking brake, you can reach out me using this app"He tapped on the covert and immediately his air pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a live webcam feed from the tab."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are release in each room. These will reach the police and fire departments and they'll be here in 20 minute. They'll also contact me and I'll headland 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 older man, he was in grand human body. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would deform 70 next yr, but anyone looking at him would say ahead of time 50's at the oldest. His salt and pelt hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly smooth face interrupted only by a Black person pencil mustache, evoking computer storage of 1930's gangster. ‘ Suave'was the Book that came to heed when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his carpus"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 fuck"He picked up two suitcases from near the front threshold and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cases in the tree trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a ready birdcall when I arrive to check how things 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 mass. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the lozenge 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 engineering science crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing music in random rooms, messing with the visible light, and checking out the CCTV photographic camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a spot labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a shop somewhere, judging by the effigy she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could affect the cameras, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the corners of every room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a vauntingly snooker board, decorated like an old English public house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between nursing bottle of strong drink, was another one of the putting green urns. heavy than the one in the sofa, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the elbow room, down the aerodynamic staircase and into a room in the properly wing of the household. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the room access of the room overt, and the tone of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the 1st fourth dimension. He'd told her she could drink any of the booze lined up behind the bar ("In moderateness, naturally") but to avoid the undimmed bluing bottles beneath the bar, as they were very uncommon, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight person for the super C urn nestled between time of origin bottles of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free ring in its viewing. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit candle, or some former heat seed inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The minor lid had rocked gently to one position when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's Holy Scripture about the smaller urn, and how it contained a bushed relative.
"Was this the like ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead congenator though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to give it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a low amount of money of a exquisitely gunpowder. She gently tipped the urn to one incline, sliding the fine dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her mitt and stared at her fingerbreadth, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to repose. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the blue oak surface. The powder 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 tangle up the loose rubble. There was an initial cushion of the coldness and acuteness of the gunpowder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness round to warmth as the powder sat in her bridge player, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na bite me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her hands on the vertebral column of her denim."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No meat she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd screw she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being heedful to line up the home with the rubble ringing on the shelf. She looked up at the other bottles on the bar. A feeding bottle of gob 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 small methamphetamine hydrochloride tumbler and pouring a small measure of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now void glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the pungency of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her nous racing. The longer she stared, the stranger she felt. A affectionateness flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her denim. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand groping at her tit through the slenderize textile of her t-shirt. She tossed her headway back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening temptress shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old planetary house, shaking the windows. She lept to her human foot, and ran back upstair to the invitee room. The dissonance in the elbow room was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the source of the sound. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"incoming : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the declamatory green push button next to the subject matter. The siren immediately stopped, the sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE hellhole WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in anger, partially so she could learn herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so sorry ! I have it on really aloud when I'm in the garden so I know when citizenry are calling, I must have forgotten to change by reversal it down"he apologised, his face in the television provender on the concealment flushed with embarrassment."You can call on it down on the yell settings on the lozenge. I am so distressing again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her veritable volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the luger for volume right down. She didn't want to hear that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you know I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her peg. As she sat chatting with Mr St. Gregory of Nazianzen, she felt the sensation that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensory faculty. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the pill more towards her typeface, while desperately volition herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"inter-group communication me if you need to. And don't forget to deform the femme fatale down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best indirect request and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the lozenge to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her pelvic girdle into the air, riding her jean down over her ass, down to below her articulatio genus. She plunged her left bridge player between her legs, rubbing herself through her pantie. Throwing her head back in ecstasy, she let out a lenify moan, her right hand running up inside her T-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her allow for tit, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Lapplander icy sense experience against her right breast, making her shriek loudly, the edge digging into her, almost finger's breadth like. The flavor 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 mitt, 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 oculus towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the fleeceable button to admit the margin call."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you recognize I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the siren wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"wellspring, I thought I'd turned it down, but I must not have done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The screen door flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so tangible"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the step, back into the room with the urn. The glass she had rummy 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 chill. 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 balls at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest way. As she flopped back down on the bed, the temptress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the pill.
"Incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom niche, a small green cursor flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the typeface diminished, just about legible.
"< invalid ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled tone on her face, 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 pall throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the doorway slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the office, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the hint. She hurried over and keep out the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the way."mustiness have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the threshold. 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 ignominious, with the like green cursor flashing, this time in the top left corner.
< shut-in ID > THE wild blue yonder HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A misapprehension
< invalid ID > HE WILL ingest YOU
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO REST
< invalid ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > eternal rest
The cover then flashed bright white, with a languish picture of a mask in the centre of the concealment before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the Orange River gleaming from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neighborhood of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the room access, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out aloud, bolting towards the windowpane. Before she could reach out the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her back talk. They had the same icy tactile property as the powder had, the coolness burning into her. She screamed into the manus, but aught came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a magnanimous, muscular arm, there was cypher. Yet she was still rooted to the berth, ineffectual to strike, unable to scream. She wrestled against strength holding her still, thrashing with her arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the windowpane. As before, the quiver began to subside, turning to wake, a high temperature which felt like it was scorching her brim, and warmth sending floodlight of infliction through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The strength vanished, she stumbled backwards, the dorsum of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to warp over, falling into the cushy bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense press boring into her shoulders, forcing her pile into the covers, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her blue jean. Looking down in horror, she watched as her jeans were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red step-in, then her milky thighs, 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 ride up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a acuate jolt at the incline of her drumhead, forcing it to one side. She tried to press it, but the military force held her house, forcing her gaze at the boob tube hanging on the paries. It flickered back on, the screen still disgraceful. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the screen. The masque from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much turgid this metre, 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 Amytal volition CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE will DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to shout out again, but suddenly felt an vivid pain, she'd been punched in the tum by a heavyweight boxer. The hurting got more vivid, and bedspread throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the nigrify out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hand between the two pillows. The sun burnt through a small gap in the blind, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the screening and looked down at her body. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no hurting, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her stage out of the bed, she rubbed her centre and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her pass, she stared in the mirror. Her long red hair was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her ringlet and neatened them up as in force she could, before slipping a whisker tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off essence behind her head, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder joint. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The premature day she had made surely she looked her best to make a good showtime impression on Mr Ugo Buoncompagni. She looked around in the can for any preindication she'd removed it. A small deoxyephedrine can sat in the quoin of the elbow room, containing a few nervus facialis rub, all smeared with make up. She shook her straits and walked into the large shower area of the lavatory, slipping off her panty, turning the magnanimous dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm water. Shaking the water supply from her grimace, she rubbed her eyes and considered the events of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that really ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant whiteness bath towel that hung on a heated rack near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her 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 remember the night before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her dress were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life sentence. Once worn, they were chucked in a break down ball and dealt with by the wash motorcar. She pulled on clean wearable ( tee shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tab, brought the lights up. On the bar was a crank, a pocket-sized quantity of liquid in the bottom. Next to it, on its side, the nursing bottle of Bourbon dynasty she thought she had taken a deglutition from the former night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the hollow bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her face for the first fourth dimension since the late day."Just a horrible roll in the hay ambition"she threw the vacuous bottle into a tall tripe can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and drumhead out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the Lucille Ball at the fundament"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the doorway behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the goner popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a small flower pot, the Lapp bluish commons of the urns, with a large lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoot from its thick green stem turn, crown by a heyday recondite purple in gloss. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish antenna as she went to snap up her breakfast. As she began to liberally spread the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the bloom. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the thick, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy William Green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the headland of the flower in her hand. The colours changed again, from the greenness to a dark pinkish colouring, 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 hand she was using to stand herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the aroma hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just unsatisfying, like a bargain store 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 manus on her denim and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the pledge lowlife from her tee shirt, she downed the last of her coffee tree and went back upstairs to the node room, tablet in paw. As she opened the threshold, she heard the Siren ringing, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
entrance : PERCIVAL
She tapped the special K clitoris to suffice"morning Mr Gregory the Great, is everything OK ?"
"goodness morning Charlotte"he replied"apologia if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's all right"she replied"I had a really weird nightmare, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll supplant the feeding bottle of whiskey"
"No need nipper"Percival replied, a smile on his grimace"I've already said you can contain anything, I have plenty in the wine cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get strange dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, don't worry"
"Thank you"Charlie replied, sitting on the bed"I wanted to ask, can you get down to the beach from here ? The sun is looking so nice this dayspring"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a common soldier beach that I own. It's only small, 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 lead in the woods, down the stairway at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take some soda with you, there's some chilling in the hair-raiser behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the birdsong after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the tab 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 couple of tin can of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the bust wooden staircase onto to the Patrick White sand below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three side of meat by grass-topped drop-off, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the crystal bluing sea. It felt enclosed, but prophylactic. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the background and began to change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a haphazardness. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the shoulder strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom whole tone, a small bird, a dour 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 crown. Charlie sighed. Another illusion of the mind. She continued to interchange, leaving her clothes in a lot following to the towel. She sat vertical at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed half of it in 3 large gulp. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an time of day or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean skyline. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her brake shoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the small woodland. At the top of the stairs, she saw the same small bird, which let out the Saame unknown whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door capable. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of wearing apparel next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza pie. gist feast, extra Viscount St. Albans."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order button, then flicking the big sieve TV on. A nature infotainment. She want to convert communication channel, then noticed the animate being. The Sami hiss she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant English people accent.
"The Midnight Song dynasty Thrush, named for its dark feather, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is famed for being capable to perfectly mime any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird 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 pitch 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.
"knocker 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 hand, box in the early, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the ordure. She glanced over at the industrial plant on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this morning time. She shrugged it off as an legerdemain of the late afternoon fair weather, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the braggart young woman in the human race, but she could wad pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"assistant me assert my figure"she'd order her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curvature. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curved shape where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a hurrying tag before.
6 gash later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in sizing, filling the window are, farewell and stems billowing out from everywhere. The prime voice was now the sizing of washing machine, the colour flickering between purple, red, K and dreary. Charlie kicked the chairperson 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 resign herself. The plant gripped tighter, the grain coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her early 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 face first on the mesa, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her typeface in from the lozenge, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the foundation of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to stare at the sieve. The same masquerade flashed briefly on the silver 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 FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A ass FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the way, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her work force over her pinna, 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 free of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankle joint pulled apart, spreading her branch painfully wide. She screamed again, as the industrial plant forced her over onto her rear, her arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in specific, just trying to get devoid. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her throat causing her to heave for breather 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 thighs. The ankle book binding pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankle to her thigh. She felt a pulling at her articulatio genus, and looked down as best she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped two-piece bottoms covering her well-nigh confidant of sphere. A melt off vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tack, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a division of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 fleet tugs were all took to remove the top, exposing her breasts to the ardent air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the recession of her eye as the two-piece top dropped limply to the ground. Her eyes widened as she saw the thinner vines return key, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her bequeath breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her body. Another thin vine repeated this with her right field tit, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her teat, the grating texture and tightening grip causing a Wave of pain in the ass to shoot through her torso. SHe began to furiously hitch and wriggle, trying to relieve herself from the merciless grip of the works.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in substantial life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to wince in pain each fourth dimension she did. Then the bloom of the plant let out a gimcrack ululation randomness, like a lone savage on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two bombastic appendages, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, orotund petals falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in equivalence to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her tits then lay off, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to scream, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her backtalk. The texture was approximative and sticky, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the backrest of her pharynx, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly duck her mouth. Drool ran down her mentum, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her lip to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't make up out anything. She screwed her middle tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would wake from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini underside, and a sharp pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as ripe she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense painfulness as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulse tentacle, each jabbing of its hefty muckle causing her to cry in pain around the stem turn between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to find the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the expectant vines fucking her began to swell, the gloss changing to the deep purple of the shuttle she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her rima oris which suddenly withdrew from her back talk and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a dense jaundiced gel-like substance across her face, down her thorax and into her kitty-cat. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the acrid nitty-gritty, which kept coming at her, like somebody was spraying her with a fire hose of plant cum. She could n't maintain up, the goo filling her lip much debauched than she could gross out. She swallowed a mouthful to preclude herself from drowning, and immediately felt her visual sensation twist, slice, then fell as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the tone of cold body of water lapping against her branch. She stirred, her question foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying cheek down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the outdoor stage stuck to lowly speckle of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her base. You looked at something glowing succeeding to her. The tablet. On the screen a subject matter :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellow IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the timberland to the house. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stair, into the guest room and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both men, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking prick !"She growled through gritted teeth. A unanimous minute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the lozenge across the elbow room, it crashing into the nook of a dressing table and smashing into diminutive pieces. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her drumhead, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good even charlotte, is everything okey ?"Percival 's image appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ salutary MORNING'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the fuck 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 verbalism dummy
"I could ask you the same motion"He said, his vocalization monotone, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen, 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 pile behind her. The picture showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one mitt, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, 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 monotone droned over the video."I asked you not to drink those bottle under the bar."The video provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue 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 nose candy"Charlie pleaded, mental confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those bottleful for a intellect"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a feed of the front door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knee joint in presence of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those feeding bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the world"The feed cut back to his side. His cheery demeanour was no longer acquaint. A frown adorned his forehead. His rim, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened encompassing. 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 self-coloured white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE circumstances OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both high and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a testicle at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES rich person chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL have BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS loot"the distorted part screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the threshold. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the elbow room, down the steps and frantically grabbed at the doorway. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the approximate windowpane. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the largest saucepan she could find, and began slamming it against the window. zilch. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's interpreter echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. balk. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR material !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun charlotte"Percival 's vocalization signed off, in a sinister personal manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen level, her head between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her position, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the adjacent morning lying on the Guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun streaming in through the unfold subterfuge. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's t-shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the dark before was sat next to her, not a wampum on it. There was a content on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL HAVE HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tablet into the windowpane, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the base unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the quiver of her earpiece. ‘ Unknown phoner'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have very much time"A female person voice, a Texan accent, rough and raspy"You must be warm. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. relieve us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"how-do-you-do ? HELLO ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the speech sound. No response. She stood up from the bed, a steely finding on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair into a approximate bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"Find help. Get give up. get that woman. Find anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the step with a bounce. Tried the movement room access again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her liveliness. She didn't forethought about the money any more. Just getting free. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the night before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the base, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a appeal of mythical Incan existence, existing as just gloss, with the ability able to posses being and target. They are associated with a swearword put on Incan women who were accused of infidelity, or sexual aberrance. It is said that a adult female would be marked with a color powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic State Department of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary daimon, non-living objects, plant life life or animal, dependant on the people of colour applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this curse, the women affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucination. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off sexual encounters forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those char who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eonian curse word, forced to hold up these sexual nightmares every day for the eternal rest of what inevitably would be a curt living. The blue, chicken and red powders applied during these ritual have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visual modality, but have been found to have no lasting issue .The green pulverization 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 auditory sensation of the door initiative, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the voice shouted in a thick-skulled Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the balustrade looking down into the hall
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory of Nazianzen ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his part that of a shrill 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 poppycock"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"Take what you want, that spell of motherfucker owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any bond to Percival now a distant retentiveness
"Jay, start downstairs. And be measured, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure matter hirer"he quipped, wedging the front room access open and heading into the waiting area room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was subject. She could impart. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be spare. 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 ass, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the shabu display case holding the boastfully urn in the hallway. The deoxyephedrine shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the ground, spilling a vivid red pulverisation across the storey
"JAY YOU screwing blockhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry genus Bos ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one side and carried on. When both guy wire were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprint in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. absolve. She took a spirit around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a with child deal clamped down on her shoulder. The mitt was at least twice the size of a normal human script. She swivelled around. There put up Boss. Only not quite Boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his mouth was wide open, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His eyes were lustrous red, save a small horizontal slit of brilliantly white.
"Rojo will take his princess"Boss roared at her, his vocalization distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could opine. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her back into the menage. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. foreman carried her into the theater, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to pursue him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much with child venter. Charlie was carried into the bar room, and thrown onto the snooker tabular array. A titan hand forced her face into the green textile, pinning her down feather. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her weapons system were innocent. She reached around for anything she could feel. A snooker ball. She gripped the chunk as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact lens. She heard a bellow, and felt the hand rhytidoplasty from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a fishgig. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at Bos, cracking him square in the slope of the fountainhead
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as potential. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his heed, a low trickle of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the paw, to no effect.
"Got her foreman"Demon-Jay laughed, the phonation warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is please"Boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her nut"he ordered, the capital of Massachusetts creeping back in. There was clearly some part of these guy wire that knew what they were doing, daemon or no monster. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his handwriting from her mouth and tried to force the testis between her backtalk. Charlie held firm, screwing her sass closed as tightly as potential
"open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled note, digging his fingers sharply into her catch bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the meter to shove the chunk between her lip. The ball was uncomfortably boastfully, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinguishable stretching auditory sensation of tape, and looked in its commission. hirer had a roll of loggerheaded brown packing tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the spinal column of her head in his Brobdingnagian hand, and began to wrap the tape around her head, over the ball in her mouthpiece, and being very careful not to trap any of her pilus, lifting the liberate bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to thrust chief away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"Hold her arms"hirer signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each mesomorphic 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 Sami with the other arm, leaving her munition painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. honcho grabbed her wooden leg, pulling her so she was sat on the boundary of the table.
"Let Rojo own his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's tee shirt, one handwriting on each breast, and tore the blue-blooded cotton from her soma in one movement. Charlie began to holler, as loud as she could, the ball muting the phone to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her dungaree, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a umber bar, discarding them in a similar personal manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her human face, a purpose in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the defer beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that sick demonic grin on his face, stroking his stopcock with his flop hand. 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 unblock deal, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a meretricious hacking racket, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the shaft of his expatiate penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in captivated as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her motherfucker, Boss stopped, and climbed on the table in front man of her. He was even larger than Jay. Charlie's eye widened, and she started sobbing at the cerebration of what was to come in. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being shoot down apart. The pain of her twat stretching, and the massive rubbing in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the pain

hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a trashy hacking dissonance, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his mitt, running it along the barb of his enlarged phallus. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in enchant as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her dickhead, Bos stopped, and climbed on the board in forepart of her. He was even bountiful than Jay. Charlie's centre widened, and she started sobbing at the persuasion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demons drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretch, and the massive detrition in her asshole almost caused her to return out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to obturate out the botheration. weeping ran down her face, over the brown magnetic tape holding the Ball inside her backtalk. She had to pause free, but how ? She could palpate herself getting wet, small waves of joy coming between the shock absorber of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed boss, repeatedly slamming his shaft into her, each parkway forcing the entirety of his duration inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the Patrick Victor Martindale White slit glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her arms back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic pounding became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another flavor, then as operose as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's head, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the broken halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snatch up end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to hirer's excellent tapework, the cue didn't Don Budge from her arm, and aim straight into his temple. The white slits in his eyes vanished, the eyes fading from brightly red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her belt down onto Jay, his cock buried balls inscrutable into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a spurt of blood following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right wing arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, drove it gruelling into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit to a greater extent electrical resistance, and Jay roared in torture, throwing both her and genus Bos off him onto the storey. She pulled herself off chief's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the additional phlegm and saliva that had built up on the prone body of party boss. clock time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the mesa, writhing in suffering. The once common baize now stained with spurt of bright red bloodline. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a stilt of boxes in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, fix to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front end door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the drive, bet on doorway open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the device driver English door give. tonality in the ignition. termination ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating strong, throwing crushed rock everywhere. Then zilch. No might. The van died less than 2 cadence from the tunnel.
"piece of tail screw ass FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her custody on the van steering bike, sounding the horn with each jibe. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the melanize material. As she was struggling, a fount appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”