–A Ghostly tail assembly

Brandi was driving to the summer beach cabin in her variation car. bikini clad and sunglasses, she rides the coast main road with the malarky in her hairsbreadth. He bold self confidence had been spurred by her societal media comportment. Her follower cheered at her antics. Half bare posse, risque stead and her use of making everyday things look sexual. She loved it and even tho she would never cave in it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her eyes always looking for the next big selfie. As she rounds a recess she sees the frame of an old ship washed up on the beach. A recent tempest must ingest washed it ashore. The pricker and a few ribs are all that 's left. The front of the sticker has a figurehead that looks like a giant penis and she is spurred to station it on social media. She pulls off the road and works her way through the scrub and seaweed with her cell headphone until she reaches it.

The nominal head is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long strand free. As she does the stallion skeleton surges. She grabs onto the giant star member to catch herself. She feels a pulse billow through the forest like a beat. Looking close small sally in the wood seemed to mend themselves. The carving starts to become more detail as if returning to its original beauty. She takes pictures of the awful transformation. The more she wipes the seaweed and rub away sand the to a greater extent the figurehead reverts to a cloaked maiden. Its human face faded and hole. She brushes its impudence with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The details became clean-cut the more she watches it. Brushing the face Brandi can see the characteristic revert as the eyes and cheeks seem to get along to life sentence. She steps back again to look at the whole thing. The hooded face looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the unharmed figure seems to puff up and when a Wave clangoring on the beach, a small blob of sea froth var. on the very top making it look like a big hard dick with a fall of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her tv camera phone ready. Selfie metre.

She gets into position with her bikini covered bottom against the shaft of the figurehead. She bends over so the picture shows her face, segmentation and her get across seat against what looks like a huge gumshoe. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she thinks. Reaching back she slips her bottoms off. Then she wiggles her crack right up against the wooden diaphysis. Again she feels a pulse as the skeleton surges in the waves. Starting the video recording she makes a peace mark and sticks out her tongue.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the piece of wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden waving splatter body of water up the spine surprising her. The ocean weewee wets her genital organ as the Grant Wood between her buttock shakes. It feels strangely familiar as it pulses. She turns back to look at the genus Phallus when a second wave sends urine up the figurehead causing it to squirt out the top and sprayer down on her hair, face and cleavage like a giant ejaculation.

Her mouth was undecided in surprise and she got a mouth full. The sea piddle 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 funny story. She coughed and wobbled as the underframe shook again. Her ass bumping up against the Wood like a bumpy ride as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to jump away. Her crotch started tingling and flushed with high temperature. Brandi wiped her nerve and stopped the TV. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

Heading towards her car she felt wobbly and unaccented in the legs. Her crotch and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the loose sand and low shrubbery. Her pap got intemperate and tenderise the more she walked. parting way up to where she had left the car she had to stop. Her breath was unawares and she felt her stomach turning. Looking back at the underframe of the ship her body thresh and shook. The big shaft 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 orgasm was coming over her and she was surprised.

Back in her car she drove on down the main road. Every so often she would see something shining in the rear view mirror but she just ignored it. But when it shined in her middle she looked to see where it was coming from. After looking around in the car she looked up into the seat position mirror and suddenly slammed on the breakout. For there in the mirror was a ghostly apparition of a pirate captain. His outstretched hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her head back to where the vision should have come from but there was nothing.

She got goosebumps all over and her face turned white. What was that ? she thought to herself. She looked around trying to assure herself. Something stirred in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see imaginativeness. She sat there trying to reconcile herself when someone 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 blood brother and two of his friends already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative mannerism in her revealing bikini demanded her brother and friends bring her stuff into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to settle her stomach.

Her chief was swimming like she was in heat. Her groin throbbed and it still felt wet. What was going on ? She had a soda water supply and splashed some piss on her expression. Then she went in to the bread and butter room and sat staring out the windowpane at the sea. Something drew her eyes to the celestial horizon. It felt like something was calling to her. A fog was forming near the visible horizon and she watched in a fog as the sun dropped towards it.

She felt foreign, fearful. Something was out there but she could n't concentre. She felt so worn out and tired. Maybe laying down would help. The pass to her way was wobbly and she leaned on the door frame looking into the attenuation visible radiation. Her grip had been piled on the bed. She just crashed around them and fall fast asleep.

A pipe dream took her immediately. A sunny day on the beach turned into a breezy sailboat ride. Her head played back a busy gang on her Fatherhood 's boat. But her Father looked dissimilar. When she tried to front closer at him, his brass transformed into an iniquity figure. The sea turned dark and the boat began rocking. Then the boat was n't a sailboat but an ancient ship and the crowd became pirate ship, her father the master from her imagination in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner party. He notices a medallion around her neck that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't remember putting one on. Going into the toilet she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like real gold with a genus Phoenix on one face, 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 learn it off. No clench on the chain and it wo n't slip over her headland. How did it get around her cervix ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the sea rover maitre d' standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm arrival for the medallion. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds nothing but the spare bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the aliveness way where everyone is set for dinner. Brandi shows her father the penning on the medallion.

He reads it aloud with everyone hearing,"Om um reel bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their middle shine for a present moment. Brandi 's eyes grow big as dish upon seeing their reaction. No one else seems to have noticed but they all blink and wobble. Everyone feels lightheaded for a import but it passes and they all sit down to their meal. The hair's-breadth on the dorsum of her neck raises as she feels that strange twist in her breadbasket again.

That Night she has problem falling asleep. Her hand holding the medallion she finally falls into a deep sleep. Her dream quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something slimy wrapping around her wrists and mortise joint pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to shin but as she tried the remaining blazon of an octopus slid along her sides. Two wrapped around her breasts, one wanted in her rima oris and one in her ass. Everything began to vibrate and she suddenly woke. cipher was there.

Her body was sweating and she felt like she was going to vomit or have diarrhea, or both. She ran to the lav and sat on the crapper. Then she put the wastebasket between her knee. Brandi tried to keep it together but she was tired and closed her eyes. Her body felt cohere and when she tried to move, she could n't. Like a huge suction cup the toilet held her ass in place. As she sat there she felt the worthless tentacles of the Octopus from her earlier nightmare pushing into her ass and pussy. She tried to jiggle free but they just kept slipping in. They twisted mysterious into her and she felt them get through her affectionateness which began racing.

She could n't stop it and she was too frightened to shout out. She opened her eyes and there in the corner was the plagiarist captain again. His outstretched hand and his evil stare. Then she felt the decoration rise up and rend on her cervix as it tried to return to him. The tentacles were sliding and twisting inside her and she felt something coming to a fountainhead. Like she was going to burst. Her heart was pounding and her breath struggled to calm her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the can. Only the robe hanging on its hook. Then her bowels let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped settle her down feather 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. mo later she was back in the nightmare with the octopus holding her firmly to the bed. But this meter she heard chanting. An ancient speech sound like a sea shanty echoed in her head. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her eyes and there was a strange glow in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her kinsfolk and admirer standing around her. Naked. Their centre glowing and their mouths moving to the chant. As their blazon raised from their sides she felt herself float into the air. She could n't move. She could n't contend. 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 forefather turned and seemed to chant towards it. As he did the figurehead from the wreck appeared from the fog. It looked new, painted and polished.

Then the bow of the ship took form. She could just make out the Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe of the ships sail when a small skiff drifted into sight. The audio of oars staining against old wood rose from the waters. The pirate captain stood at the figurehead with his outstretched hand. The palm strained at her cervix again trying to return to him. Brandi tried to struggle free but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch in affright as the skiff made ground and the crew debarked. Their apparitional bodies gathered around her family and as she watched each of the work party members possessed them.

She could just make out her syndicate as ghost 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking pirate crew. She tried and tried to break out of the nightmare. Her struggling was useless. Her screams were mute as she watched them open their cloaks. devilfish tentacles slithered out and formed their member'. Which all suit hard and retentive than she had ever seen. She felt deliquium and terrified all at the same clip. The boys were all hothead, her female parent was the initiative mate. Her Church Father was the maitre d'hotel. He turned from the shore looking like a literal buccaneer but she could see her father 's ghostly naked body inside the apparition.

The laurel wreath followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her head and put his hired man around her cervix,"enchantress ! welcome your well earned reward !"He parted his warp cap and a slimy arm from an devilfish appeared from his bloomers and wiggled its way towards her rima oris. She clamped her jaw against the invasion but with little lot. For at that moment each of the former sea rover began fucking her ass and snatch. They thrust into her, filling her with both care and pleasance and her mouth popped open.

The captain 's slimy cock, like a sheath around her Fatherhood 's turncock drove into her mouth and down her throat. She felt like she was going to buy the farm to dying. Her oculus closed as her body was raped and fucked by each of her family and Quaker organic structure possessed by the pirate crew. Each member of the ghostly bunch took turns possessing her folk and friends bodies until every crew member had fucked her over and over. As frightened as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her soundbox. It went on and on until the dusk light chased them back to their foggy ship.

Brandi and her household found themselves nude standing on the sandy beach. almost of them had no recall of how they got there or the Nox 's events. Her father and mother on the other handwriting fell to their human knee and cried out. Then her Father-God jumped to his feet and grabbing Brandi 's hired man dragged her two-fold time back to the cabin. He rummaged around in the tool draftsman until he found a pair of nippers and tried to cut the medallion from her red and raw neck.

His middle filled with tears as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her free from the jinx. The others guided her crying mother 's naked torso back to the cabin. They dressed their au naturel bodies but that did little to help cool off their spirits. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's mother and beginner knew but could n't say. They were too traumatized and just stared at each former and cried. All Brandi could do was stare out the windowpane and shake. Her torso felt used, abused and still twitching from the Nox sexual and horrifying events.

Soon her father decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just force away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the glide main road. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmarks so it was tough to differentiate where they were. They drove for an time of day wandering around land roads. Something seemed off. No signs. No other cable car. It was like a apparition. Soon the sun was at its gamey spotlight in the sky and they pulled over to get their heraldic bearing.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the filth road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the paired centering trying to take to the woods the nightmare. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to extend their stage. But to their foiling they were back at the same grease route. The cabin was just cubic yard away.

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

When she opened her eyes she was back at the beach with her kin, their eye aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and nous for shore again. Brandi was filled with dread. What could be done ? How could she elude this curse ? She tried to think it through. Something about the straw man. Where this all started. There 's something about the smiling cleaning lady on the bow of the skeleton ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her crime syndicate around her again possessed by the sea rover work party, set about their insatiable thrust. Her body was used and abused as every part of her torso was used as a sexual toy for their desires. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her eubstance unable to remain freestanding from the event had orgasm after orgasm. As her judgement faded she caught a glimpse of the figurehead in her mind.

When the dusk light chased the ghostwriter away again she felt a slice of hope. As soon as she could have her own body again she ran weak legged to the cabin. She grabbed her phone to look at the movie and played back the video she recorded that first day. She flipped through it over and over until she noticed it. There around the neck of the hooded woman was the medal, carved in wood. But something was different. There was something written on the cap above her capitulum,"James Cook and ecclesiastic"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 estimate, go back to the skeleton ship if they can. Her family was despondent. She grabbed her cay, jumped in her sports car and headed back up the road. To her surprise she was able to find her way to the same place but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shoring crying, then waded in to the water looking for any planetary house of the skeleton ship.

Then a wave crashed into her causing her to settle into the water. As soon as the ribbon touched the water she felt it pulling her down. Brandi struggled to reach control but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her body floated in bass water and she could see clearly. It became very bright and she had a vision. The hooded peeress appeared like a ideal outlined in bright light. Her mouth moved and the tentacle of the Octopus slithered out from between her mouth.

But Brandi could learn her words :"I am Captain James Cook and Cleric of this pirate ship and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the decoration,"How do I stop this ? How do I break the jinx ?"The hooded lady 's eyes glowed like her family had,"Ye shall reap what ye sew."Brandi shook her head,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded lady floated above her,"Harlot ! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us."Brandi thought back to the 1st time she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden phallus. It was just a spontaneous minute. How could she deliver known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The wreck was a backdrop. I could n't have known ..."

The hooded ma'am looked down at her and stir her school principal,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your natural process were selfish, yokelish and carnal. How could you not know what would happen ?"Her hands rose up and she looked to the control surface. The urine above her began to radiate 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 lady looked down at her with pity.

"baby. I can do nothing to change your action mechanism. You must be sincere in life."The brim of the noblewoman hood glowed while she looked down. The words shown out bright and realize. Brandi stopped crying. Her brain flashed on the tidings inscribed on the figurehead. Brandi put her hands together in supplication,"As a churchman. Forgive me. I beg you. free me of my rash actions."The Cook and Cleric smiled, her eyes cleared, her hands clasped and she looked down in prayer saying,

getting even to where you first joined us

Follow the Pyrocephalus rubinus mexicanus to the sea

jot the Great Mother

payoff back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the water and the vision faded away,"Take back the spoken words"echoed in her capitulum as she spit and coughed up water. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her eyes trying to etch the watchword into her mind."Return to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the hangbird to the sea"What 's the hangbird ?"Touch the Great female parent"Again she struggled to understand the clew, the Great Mother ?"Take back the spoken Christian Bible"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 clues. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her mother knew what the Great Mother was ... the sea. Her father had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent sentence on the sea knows it as the Great mother. One of her pal 's friends said in ancient times the sun was considered a capital of Arizona that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the Saami office it started. The genus Phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to forecast out the final stage clue,"proceeds back the spoken words"They all looked at each other trying to cerebrate of what it meant. Brandi 's dad looked at the laurel wreath 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 outcome of the last two Night. When he had just watched helplessly as his own body fucked his girl in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the row on the medallion the first day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he take them back ? He would take them back in a back if he could. He looked at the medallion again and translate the words in his fountainhead. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the other side of the Jolly Roger was the Phoenix and the intelligence were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and forth looking over the phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. Take back the spoken words ... means say it backwards.

That was the last clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the windowpane with dread as the sun prepared to drop into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this metre headed to the office where it all started. When they arrived at the office the sun was entering the piddle. They all rushed to the shore and they all groaned when the fog began to continue the sun."We need to do it ! Now !"Brandi cried. Her forefather joined her in the water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her father 's grip tighten. She turned in revulsion as she saw the luminescence fill her father 's eyes and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, oculus aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to maintain ascendance and broke complimentary from her father 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper pee and submerge the ribbon in the Great Mother. The medallion began to glisten like the sun and the fog seemed to thin as the sun reappeared half submerged at the visible horizon.

Then she tried to remember the charm,"Om um Virginia 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. tears began filling her eyes.

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

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Low Bak Reel Um Om !"Everything suddenly went silence. Her soundbox felt calorie-free and floated in the water.

She felt her father 's workforce grab her and pull her tight against his body. She could feel his hard tool button against her dead body. She began to cry. Why did n't it sour ? 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 ineffective to impress. She opened her eyes and saw her mother 's face, eyes filled with tears.

They all stood there au naturel and hugged. The curse had been broken. Brandi looked out to the shoemaker's last sliver of sun as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded peeress. Her smile appeared as a fading ray of sunlight in the ephemera. The glowing medallion around Brandi 's neck broke free and floated out to the hooded madam. It became a radiance rent that ran down the ghostly grimace as it faded into wind .