–A Ghostly rump

Brandi was driving to the summer beach cabin in her variation car. bikini clad and shades, she rides the seacoast highway with the wind in her hair. He bold self confidence had been spurred by her mixer media presence. Her followers cheered at her antic. half defenseless posses, risque stead and her habit of making everyday things look sexual. She loved it and even tho she would never give it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her eyes always looking for the next big selfie. As she rounds a niche she sees the skeleton of an old ship washed up on the beach. A recent storm must have washed it ashore. The spikelet and a few ribs are all that 's left. The front of the vertebral column has a front man that looks like a jumbo penis and she is spurred to post it on mixer medium. She pulls off the road and works her way through the bush and seaweed with her cell phone until she reaches it.

The nominal head is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long filament innocent. As she does the entire skeleton surges. She grabs onto the giant penis to catch herself. She feels a impulse surge through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood like a heartbeat. Looking close belittled pass in the forest seemed to mend themselves. The carving starts to turn Sir Thomas More detail as if returning to its original beauty. She takes pictures of the beat transformation. The more she wipes the seaweed and rub away sandpaper the more the figurehead reverts to a cloaked maiden over. Its boldness faded and hollow. She brushes its cheeks with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The item became clearer the more she watches it. Brushing the face Brandi can see the features revert as the centre and cheeks seem to come to lifespan. She steps back again to count at the whole affair. The hooded face looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the unscathed name seems to well up and when a wave clangor on the beach, a small blob of sea foam forms on the very top making it look like a big hard dick with a drop of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her camera phone ready. Selfie clip.

She gets into position with her bikini covered bottom against the shaft of the figurehead. She bends over so the mental picture shows her face, cleavage and her covered butt against what looks like a huge dick. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she thinks. Reaching back she slips her derriere off. Then she wiggles her crack right up against the wooden ray. Again she feels a heart rate as the skeleton surges in the waves. Starting the video recording she makes a peace sign and sticks out her tongue.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the objet d'art of wood. Again the crash vibrates and a sudden wave splashes piss up the vertebral column surprising her. The sea piddle wets her crotch as the Sir Henry Joseph Wood between her cheeks shakes. It feels strangely companion as it pulses. She turns back to seem at the phallus when a minute wave sends water up the figurehead causing it to squeeze out out the top and spray down on her hair, face and cleavage like a goliath ejaculation.

Her lip was open in surprise and she got a rima oris entire. The ocean water supply tasted midst and salty. It made her revolt and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the water tasted good story. She coughed and wobbled as the skeleton shook again. Her ass bumping up against the wood like a rough ride as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to jump away. Her crotch started tingling and flushed with estrus. Brandi wiped her face and stopped the telecasting. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

Heading towards her car she felt wobbly and light in the legs. Her privates and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the loose gumption and low shrubbery. Her nipples got hard and tender the Sir Thomas More she walked. Part way up to where she had left the car she had to turn back. Her breathing space was curt and she felt her stomach turn. Looking back at the skeleton of the ship her body toss and shook. The big dick of a masthead seemed to be pumping up and down as she watched. Then she dropped to her knees with a sudden overwhelming flush. It felt like an coming was coming over her and she was surprised.

rachis in her car she drove on down the main road. Every so often she would see something shining in the rear opinion mirror but she just ignored it. But when it shined in her eyes she looked to see where it was coming from. After looking around in the car she looked up into the seat view mirror and suddenly slammed on the open frame. For there in the mirror was a ghostly apparition of a pirate police chief. His outstretched hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her straits back to where the visual sensation should have come from but there was nothing.

She got goose bump all over and her brass turned gabardine. What was that ? she thought to herself. She looked around trying to ascertain herself. Something stirred in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see visual sense. She sat there trying to settle herself when somebody honked their horn. She was parked in the middle of the highway and traffic was building up.

Brandi made it to the cabin and found her parents, her crony and two of his Quaker already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative pose in her revealing bikini demanded her pal and protagonist bring her stuff and nonsense into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to settle her stomach.

Her top dog was swimming like she was in heat. Her groin throbbed and it still felt wet. What was going on ? She had a soda water and splashed some urine on her face. Then she went in to the living room and sat staring out the window at the sea. Something drew her heart to the view. It felt like something was calling to her. A fog was forming near the sensible horizon and she watched in a daze as the sun dropped towards it.

She felt strange, fearful. Something was out there but she could n't focus. She felt so worn out and tire. Maybe laying down would facilitate. The walk to her way was wobbly and she leaned on the door physical body looking into the attenuation luminosity. Her bags had been piled on the bed. She just crashed around them and strike fast asleep.

A dream took her immediately. A sunny day on the beach turned into a breezy sailing boat ride. Her mind played back a interfering work party on her father 's boat. But her founding father looked dissimilar. When she tried to bet closer at him, his aspect transformed into an vicious figure. The sea turned dark and the boat began rocking. Then the gravy holder was n't a sailboat but an antediluvian ship and the crew became literary pirate, her father the skipper from her vision in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner. He notices a medallion around her neck that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't call up putting one on. Going into the bathroom she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like veridical gold with a Phoenix on one position, Jolly Roger on the other. As she looked closely, words appear around the circumference of the jolly Roger. It spooked her and she tried to claim it off. No clutch on the chain and it wo n't skid over her head. How did it get around her neck opening ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the sea rover captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm reach for the medal. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds nothing but the spare bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the living room where everyone is set for dinner. Brandi shows her don the authorship on the ribbon.

He reads it aloud with everyone listening,"Om um Virginia reel bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their eyes burn for a moment. Brandi 's eyes grow big as dish antenna upon seeing their reaction. No one else seems to make noticed but they all blink and wobble. Everyone flavour lightheaded for a moment but it passes and they all sit down to their meal. The tomentum on the back of her neck raises as she feels that unknown construction in her stomach again.

That night she has difficulty falling asleep. Her hired hand holding the medallion she finally falls into a oceanic abyss sleep. Her dream quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something slimy wrapping around her radiocarpal joint and ankle joint pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to struggle but as she tried the remaining arms of an Octopus slid along her sides. Two wrapped around her boob, one wanted in her mouth and one in her ass. Everything began to vibrate and she suddenly woke. Nothing was there.

Her body was sweating and she felt like she was going to vomit or induce diarrhea, or both. She ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Then she put the wastebasket between her human knee. Brandi tried to restrain it together but she was tired and closed her oculus. Her trunk felt stuck and when she tried to incite, she could n't. Like a Brobdingnagian suction cup the crapper held her ass in blank space. As she sat there she felt the worthless tentacles of the octopus from her to begin with incubus pushing into her ass and pussy. She tried to wiggle loose but they just kept slipping in. They twisted deep into her and she felt them reach her kernel which began racing.

She could n't stop it and she was too frightened to hollo out. She opened her eyes and there in the corner was the pirate captain again. His outstretched hired man and his evil stare. Then she felt the medallion ascending up and pull on her neck opening as it tried to return to him. The tentacles were sliding and twisting inside her and she felt something coming to a psyche. Like she was going to explode. Her marrow was pounding and her breath struggled to calm her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the bathroom. Only the robe hanging on its hook. Then her bowels let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped root her down and she washed and returned to bed. But that was n't the end of the night. Brandi crashed back on the bed and straight to sleep. second later she was back in the nightmare with the Octopus holding her firmly to the bed. But this time she heard chanting. An ancient phone like a sea shanty echoed in her straits. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her oculus and there was a foreign radiance in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her family and admirer standing around her. Naked. Their center glowing and their mouthpiece moving to the chant. As their arms raised from their sides she felt herself ice-cream float into the air. She could n't motivate. She could n't fight. She could n't cry out. Everyone walked to the beach in the dark guiding Brandi 's hovering body. Brandi could see a thick fog just off shore and her father turned and seemed to chant towards it. As he did the figurehead from the shipwreck appeared from the fog. It looked new, painted and polished.

Then the bow of the ship took form. She could just pee-pee out the conformation of the ships canvass when a small skiff drifted into sight. The sound of oars staining against old wood rose from the water. The pirate senior pilot stood at the front with his outstretched hand. The medal strained at her neck again trying to devolve to him. Brandi tried to struggle give up but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch out in terror as the skiff made land and the crew debarked. Their ghostly bodies gathered around her sept and as she watched each of the crew members possessed them.

She could just prepare out her folk as ghost 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking plagiarist work party. She tried and tried to let on out of the nightmare. Her struggling was useless. Her howler were tacit as she watched them unfold their cloaks. Octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their phallus'. Which all get hard and yearner than she had ever seen. She felt faint and terrified all at the same fourth dimension. The son were all swashbucklers, her mother was the commencement mate. Her father was the maitre d'hotel. He turned from the shore looking like a real number sea robber but she could see her father 's ghostly naked body inside the apparition.

The medallion followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her headland and put his mitt around her neck,"Temptress ! Receive your well earned reinforcement !"He parted his buckled crown and a worthless arm from an octopus appeared from his pants and wiggled its way towards her mouth. She clamped her jaw against the invasion but with trivial luck. For at that instant each of the former sea robber began fucking her ass and pussy. They thrust into her, filling her with both fear and pleasure and her oral fissure popped open.

The maitre d' 's slimy putz, like a sheath around her father 's cock drove into her sass and down her throat. She felt like she was going to choke to death. Her eyes closed as her trunk was raped and fucked by each of her syndicate and friends bodies possessed by the pirate crew. Each member of the spiritual work party took turns possessing her household and friends bodies until every bunch member had fucked her over and over. As panic-stricken as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her consistency. It went on and on until the dusk igniter chased them back to their stuporous ship.

Brandi and her family found themselves raw standing on the sandy beach. to the highest degree of them had no recollection of how they got there or the night 's events. Her father and mother on the other hand fell to their genu and cried out. Then her father jumped to his ft and grabbing Brandi 's hired man dragged her twofold clock time back to the cabin. He rummaged around in the peter drawer until he found a pair of nippers and tried to cut the medallion from her red and raw neck.

His optic filled with bout as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her free from the hex. The others guided her crying mother 's naked physical structure back to the cabin. They dressed their naked physical structure but that did little to aid calm their hard liquor. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's female parent and Father knew but could n't say. They were too traumatized and just stared at each other and cried. All Brandi could do was stare out the window and shake. Her body felt used, clapperclaw and still twitching from the nights sexual and horrifying events.

Soon her male parent decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just force back away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the coast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the watershed so it was punishing to tell where they were. They drove for an time of day wandering around country roads. Something seemed off. No signaling. No other cars. It was like a phantasm. Soon the sun was at its highest stain in the sky and they pulled over to get their bearings.

When they pulled off the route they found themselves back at the grease road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in set. They turned the car around and headed out in the opposite word commission trying to escape the nightmare. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to stretch along their peg. But to their frustration they were back at the same dirt road. The cabin was just yards away.

They returned to the cabin to eat something. As they sat staring out the windows they could see fog rolling in. A chill set in and they all feared the coming night. Brandi pulled on the necklace trying to tear the decoration from her throat. But each time she tried the chain tightened until it was choking her. She felt herself fading and everything went saturnine. Her body seemed to float and she was accepting death as the final escape.

When she opened her eye she was back at the beach with her family, their eyes aglow watching the spectre skiff appear from the fog and heading for shoring again. Brandi was filled with apprehension. What could be done ? How could she escape this curse ? She tried to believe it through. Something about the figurehead. Where this all started. There 's something about the smiling woman on the bow of the skeleton ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her kin around her again possessed by the pirate crew, set out their insatiable driveway. Her body was used and abused as every part of her body was used as a intimate toy for their desires. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her torso ineffective to rest separate from the outcome had orgasm after orgasm. As her psyche faded she caught a glimpse of the front man in her mind.

When the dusk brightness chased the ghosts away again she felt a slice of hope. As soon as she could possess her own eubstance again she ran fallible legged to the cabin. She grabbed her sound to face at the pictures and played back the video she recorded that offset day. She flipped through it over and over until she noticed it. There around the neck opening of the hooded woman was the medallion, carved in Natalie Wood. But something was different. There was something written on the hood above her head,"Cook and divine"but what did it mean.

That day they tried to escaped again with not luck. They just kept returning to the cabin over and over. Finally she got an theme, go back to the systema skeletale ship if they can. Her fellowship was despondent. She grabbed her keys, jumped in her sport car and headed back up the road. To her surprise she was able to find her way to the same topographic point but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shore crying, then waded in to the water looking for any star sign of the systema skeletale ship.

Then a wave crashed into her causing her to decrease into the water. As soon as the medallion touched the water she felt it pulling her pile. Brandi struggled to gain command but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her body floated in deep water and she could see clearly. It became very smart and she had a vision. The hooded lady appeared like a nonsuch outlined in bright Christ Within. Her oral fissure moved and the tentacle of the octopus slithered out from between her back talk.

But Brandi could learn her words :"I am Cook and Cleric of this sea robber ship and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the medallion,"How do I stop this ? How do I discover the curse ?"The hooded dame 's eyes glowed like her fellowship had,"Ye shall reap what ye sew."Brandi shook her head,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded lady floated above her,"bawd ! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us."Brandi thought back to the offset clock time she was there. At the crash. Her selfie with the big wooden phallus. It was just a spontaneous moment. How could she induce known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The shipwreck was a backdrop. I could n't have known ..."

The hooded dame looked down at her and judder her head,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your military action were selfish, rude and carnal. How could you not know what would materialise ?"Her hands rose up and she looked to the surface. The water above her began to burn bright again and Brandi felt herself being pulled out of the visitation. She began to cry again wondering what could be done. As she cried the hooded noblewoman looked down at her with pity.

"Child. I can do nothing to change your actions. You must be sincere in life."The rim of the ladies hood glowed while she looked down. The Christian Bible shown out bright and illuminate. Brandi stopped crying. Her brain flashed on the words inscribed on the strawman. Brandi put her workforce together in prayer,"As a cleric. Forgive me. I beg you. Absolve me of my rash actions."The Captain James Cook and Cleric smiled, her heart cleared, her manpower clasped and she looked down in prayer saying,

payoff to where you first joined us

Follow the redbird to the sea

ghost the Great mother

Take back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the water system and the vision faded away,"Take back the spoken words"echoed in her ears as she spit and coughed up water system. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her centre trying to etch the words into her mind."restoration to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the Firebird to the sea"What 's the Firebird ?"Touch the Great mother"Again she struggled to understand the clues, the Great Mother ?"Take back the spoken words"She repeated the words over and over as she made her way to the car.

She drove back to the cabin and wrote down the clew. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her mother knew what the Great Mother was ... the ocean. Her beginner had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent clock time on the sea knows it as the Great female parent. One of her comrade 's friend said in ancient fourth dimension the sun was considered a genus Phoenix that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the same piazza it started. The capital of Arizona is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to figure out the last clue,"Take back the spoken words"They all looked at each other trying to think of what it meant. Brandi 's dad looked at the ribbon hanging around his daughter 's neck. He wished all this had never happened. That he had never read the in***********ion. All his thoughts were clouded by the case of the last two nights. When he had just watched helplessly as his possessed body fucked his daughter in every imaginable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the words on the ribbon the first gear day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he direct them back ? He would take them back in a minute if he could. He looked at the laurel wreath again and read the dustup in his head. Then he flipped over the medal. On the early face of the jolly boat Roger was the Phoenix and the watchword were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and Forth River looking over the phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. Take back the spoken words ... means say it backwards.

That was the last clew and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the window with apprehensiveness as the sun prepared to drop into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this prison term headed to the home where it all started. When they arrived at the spot the sun was entering the H2O. They all rushed to the shore and they all groaned when the fog began to cover the sun."We need to do it ! Now !"Brandi cried. Her begetter joined her in the water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her father 's bag tighten. She turned in repugnance as she saw the glowing fill her father 's eyes and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, eyes aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to observe command and broke disembarrass from her father 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper water and overwhelm the laurel wreath in the Great female parent. The medallion began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to slim down as the sun reappeared half submerged at the horizon.

Then she tried to commend the charm,"Om um reel ..."No ! It has to be backwards.

"Nom Om Fee Cum ..."NO ! She looked back and her Father was getting closer and the others were just behind him. snag began filling her eyes.

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Bak ..."NO ! Dammit. She dared not depend back but closed her center and focused.

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Low Bak Reel Um Om !"Everything suddenly went tranquillise. Her consistence felt lite and floated in the water.

She felt her father 's hands grab her and root for her tight against his consistency. She could palpate his severely peter push button against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it work ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another snap her, and another. But something was dissimilar. They were n't moaning or humping at her and she was n't floating in the air unable to move. She opened her eyes and saw her mother 's fount, eyes filled with tears.

They all stood there naked and hugged. The oath had been broken. Brandi looked out to the last shaving of sunlight as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded noblewoman. Her smile appeared as a fading ray of sunlight in the ephemeron. The glowing palm around Brandi 's neck opening broke free and floated out to the hooded ma'am. It became a glowing tear that ran down the ghostly fount as it faded into nothingness .