The sun peaked over the Gunter Grass covered brow, its Crown reflected in the straggling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her picket. 6:47am. She took a dead breath and knocked three times on the large wooden room access. goose egg. She knocked again. Still no response. She took a whole tone back from the door, and looked up at the large sign stood in battlefront of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on two side, a small tunnel through the James Jerome Hill to the left, and cipher but the Pacific Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the morning sunshine, stretching out in front of it. The business firm itself was exalted, if not huge, looking more like a bombastic English cottage than something on the west coast of America. She took another glance at the window on the pep pill f hoping to hitch sight of mortal, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"Wait !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the robed man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his thenar soft, his hold firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower. Please, hail in, I'll be down in a bit"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the place. Charlie's face flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back at heart
"His wife's ?"She thought to herself, closing the prominent wooden door behind her. She looked around the declamatory hallway she found herself in, her lip slightly open in awe.
"How does a elbow room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two solidification of stairways on either face of the elbow room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with doorways at each side, and one in the kernel, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the glass lawsuit in the centre of the room, containing a large greenness coloured urn.
"Go through the kickoff threshold on the left please"the man said, snapping her back to world"You can consume a seat in the lounge."Make yourself well-off"He smiled then walked up the left set of steps, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The sound of the door closing echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left wing, and pushed through the fleshy oak threshold into the lounge. This way was much smaller in sizing, but no lupus erythematosus gilded. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a expectant painting depicting an historic struggle picture. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grisly detail making her tegument crawl. She spied a declamatory 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 pass back into the deceptively easy chairperson. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the versatile ornaments and accessories in the elbow room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, like in contour to the one in the hallway, only a lot smaller. The urn itself was nothing special to look at, the Same super acid as the one in the hall, no handgrip, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her fingerbreadth on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its field appearance. She stood up and walked over to the minuscule table it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be careful with that"the man, now fully attired in a sharp blue devil pinstriped cause, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my cracking grandfather"Charlie jerked her hands away from the table, standing bolt upright, her head bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her brass flushing smart red
"It's okay, I don't thinker"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefact from all over the world in my time, and I take with child pride in showing off my assemblage"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain idle 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. House brood hen. moldiness be able to stay at the family for 7 day. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the attic windowpane of her mother's business firm, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing zip ?"She had left her job two weeks before. She had endured a unit year of male chauvinist remark, lewd overture and general creepiness from her boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his cheek after he'd thought it conquer to slap her hindquarters for the third time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the issue at the bottom of the attend
"how-do-you-do, Gregory manse"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, take in your time"a deep, soothing voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an refer online for a house baby-sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in confidence"I look after my female parent 's house all the meter, and I've looked after kidskin and th-"
"That's with child"the spokesperson replied."It'll be in a hebdomad, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that easily"certain"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his old tone"Can I take your email computer address and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop let out a beep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Mon then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the interpreter replied, before the earpiece disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand dollar mark. A sign to herself. She'd hit the pot. Her mind began to race. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a good job, she could do this all the time. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist dickhead and his gobshite of an help. She spent the quietus of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that night, she remembered the email. She clicked it undecided and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to expect after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My speech is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the Edgar Guest bedroom"Percival Gregory I swung open the terminal threshold in the left wing of the family. He had shown Charlie around the residue of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The passe-partout bedchamber and his report, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the Lapp vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the threshold to the guest room swung unfold, she was surprised at the direct contrast. cushy magnolia bulwark, present-day decor, 4k TV hanging on the rampart across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a tablet resting next to it. Through another door in the way, an en-suite shower room. It was like soul had dropped a high quality hotel way into a quaint house on the Golden State coast.
"I like to make certain my node are easy"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my specific gustatory sensation"He picked the tab up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the functions of the house. The heating and hot water. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the silver screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound arrangement ...."a tap brought nervous strain of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any solid food or imbibe, just rules of order through this. Please don't go to excess though, hold on it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can turn over me using this app"He tapped on the sieve and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his phone out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the CRT screen, showing a survive webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are push button in each way. These will contact the police and attack section and they'll be here in 20 min. They'll also contact me and I'll head word straight menage"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter assembly line on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an sometime man, he was in marvelous SHAPE. On the enlistment of the sign, he'd told her he would turn 70 side by side year, but anyone looking at him would say former 50's at the oldest. His salt and pepper hair swept over to the right field, and a perfectly smooth cheek interrupted only by a nigrify pencil moustache, evoking store of 1930's mobster. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to listen when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her suddenly 5'3 ”.
"O.K."he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his radiocarpal joint"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 doorway and headed out to the car sat on the crusade. Gently placing his typeface in the trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a quick shout when I arrive to check how things are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall frame behind the bike of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of sight. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the guest room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some beastly storage hunting watch show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing music in random elbow room, messing with the lighter, and checking out the CCTV cameras. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a billet labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the images she saw on the photographic camera. She'd worked out she could move the cameras, and spent the next 10 second point them into the corner of every elbow room. As she was flicking from room to way, something caught her eye. In the elbow room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old English public business firm ), on a small-scale shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottleful of John Barleycorn, was another one of the gullible urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a theatre cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing staircase and into a room in the powerful fender of the house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the way open, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the way for the get-go time. He'd told her she could drink any of the pot likker lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to forfend the bright wild blue yonder bottles beneath the bar, as they were very uncommon, and only 20 bottleful were ever made. She didn't even coup d'oeil at these however, and headed straight for the Green River urn nestled between vintage bottle of whisky. She very carefully cradled it with her left hand, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free halo in its aftermath. The urn was oddly warm to the touch, like it had a lit candle, or some early hotness informant inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's words about the littler urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her helping hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain utterly relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a trench desire to spread it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a small sum of a fine pulverisation. She gently tipped the urn to one face, sliding the hunky-dory dust closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her fingerbreadth into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy frigidity, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. Nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak surface. The pulverization itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her helping hand at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and sharpness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the nervelessness bend to warmth as the powder sat in her helping hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn up me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her hands on the back of her denim."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No centre she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd know she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the ledge, being heedful to railway line up the base with the dust ring on the ledge. She looked up at the former nursing bottle on the bar. A bottleful of Jack Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the eternal rest of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small spyglass tumbler and pouring a diminished touchstone of the look out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty field glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the sharpness of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The longer she stared, the stranger she felt. A warmth flooded through her body. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her mitt away from the bar top, rubbing between her leg through her denim. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the solid ground, her left over hand groping at her breasts through the thinly fabric of her t-shirt. She tossed her head back, letting out a aristocratical moan, before a deafening enchantress shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old house, shaking the windows. She lept to her metrical foot, and ran back upstairs to the guest elbow room. The disturbance in the room was deafening. She covered her capitulum, 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 next to the message. The sirens immediately stopped, the phone replaced by the reverberance in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in anger, partially so she could hear herself.
"The Delilah ?"Percival questioned"Oh my lamb I'm so lamentable ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must have got forgotten to turn it down"he apologised, his face in the TV provender on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can release it down on the yell settings on the pad of paper. I am so dark again ..."
"That's okeh"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular mass, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for volume right down. She didn't want to find out that audio 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 not bad household"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her ramification. As she sat chatting with Mr Hildebrand, she felt the sensation that she had felt premature. The foreign warming sensation. She crossed her pegleg tighter, angling the tab more towards her grimace, while desperately leave herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory XIII, I ... .I need to use the lavatory, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a trouble"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"striking me if you need to. And don't forget to change state the femme fatale down"he chuckled to himself, gave his skillful want and disconnected the margin call. Charlie threw the tablet to one slope, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her jeans down over her rear end, down to below her knee. She plunged her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her panty. Throwing her mind back in ecstasy, she let out a gentle moan, her right-hand manus running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the Saami icy sensation against her veracious titty, making her shriek loudly, the acuteness digging into her, almost finger like. The feeling changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her rose hip into her hired hand, 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 heart towards the tablet.
"entry : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the green push button to swallow the call."Mr Gregory of Nazianzen ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Queen City, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you know I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the temptress wasn't too brassy 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 flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stairs, back into the room with the urn. The glass she had drunkard 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 slope. It was hollow. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly sang-froid. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the junk again, and point back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up Lucille Ball at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ pawl'noise. Pulling the threshold to, she headed back up to the client room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the siren went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the pad of paper.
"incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a small green pointer flashed, then alphabetic character slowly appeared, the font small-scale, just about legible.
"< shut-in ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am unloose. I am uR pR1ncE
"

Charlie sat there, a puzzled look on her aspect, waiting for the typing to recommence. After 2 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red button to end the outcry. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the room, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled round on the daub, desperately looking around her. cipher. Just the windowpane blind gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and exclude the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."mustiness have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back loose, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the wall flickered into life history. The concealment was black, with the same green cursor flash, this time in the top left field corner.
< INVALID ID > THE blue devil HAS BEEN FREED
< shut-in ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< INVALID ID > HE WILL have YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO residue
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< INVALID ID > SLEEP
The screenland then flashed bright white, with a faded figure of speech of a mask in the heart of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the elbow room shut off, leaving just the orange tree gleaming from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the threshold, which slammed shut in front of her. She panicked, stood still on the spot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out loud, beetle off towards the windowpane. Before she could give the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her sassing. They had the Lapp icy look as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nothing came out, just muffled terror. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a orotund, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, ineffectual to incite, unable to scream. She wrestled against force 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 chill began to subside, turning to inflame, a rut which felt like it was scorching her sassing, and heating sending deluge of pain through her diaphragm. Just as she reached the bed, The force vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her stifle connecting with the bed, causing her to warp over, falling into the indulgent bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an vivid atmospheric pressure boring into her shoulder joint, forcing her down into the cover charge, she let out a screeching, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in repulsion, she watched as her jean were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red pantie, then her milky second joint, and down to her articulatio genus. 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 incisive jolt at the English of her head, forcing it to one position. She tried to fight it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television receiver hanging on the bulwark. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the pointer. lots larger this time, so she could take it from her spatial relation prone on the bed
< INVALID ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< shut-in ID > THE BLUE volition CONSUME
< INVALID ID > THE bluing WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to shout again, but suddenly felt an intense painful sensation, she'd been punched in the stomach by a hulk boxer. The painful sensation got more vivid, and spreading throughout her venter. She screamed once more, the blacked out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hand between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a little gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the back and looked down at her consistency. She was wearing her Black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to log Z's in. She felt no pain, no anxiousness, no terror, no anything. Swinging her stage out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the toilet. Pulling her t shirt over her capitulum, she stared in the mirror. Her farsighted red whisker was all bunched up at one position of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her curl and neatened them up as outdo she could, before slipping a hair tie off her wrist, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her forefront, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder joint. She looked at her font in the mirror, and noticed there she had no constitution on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her in effect to puddle a good commencement notion on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bath for any mansion she'd removed it. A small trash can sat in the corner of the way, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her caput and walked into the turgid rain shower arena of the toilet, slipping off her panties, turning the magnanimous dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm water. Shaking the H2O from her face, she rubbed her heart and considered the result of the previous Night. What had happened ? Was any of that real number ?
She finished washup, and dried herself on a giant white bath towel that hung on a heated wrack near the john door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the Edgar Guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her dress from the old day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't commemorate the Nox before for whatever reason, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly brilliant nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded intend something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumble orchis and dealt with by the washing machine. She pulled on strip habiliment ( tee shirt and denim, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tablet in helping hand. As she reached the keister of the stairs, she noticed the threshold to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the room access, and using the pad of paper, brought the ignitor up. On the bar was a meth, a small amount of liquid in the bottom. Next to it, on its side, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the previous night. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty feeding bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch manual laborer, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her face for the first clip since the previous day."Just a horrifying fucking pipe dream"she threw the discharge bottle into a tall trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and question out of the way, sliding a snooker Lucille Ball down the board into the glob at the penetrate"moldiness have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast.

As the goner popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the goner was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a small peak pot, the same blueish William Green of the urns, with a large lily-type flower protruding from it, with several branch from its thick fleeceable root, crown by a flower deep purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish aerial 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 flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing vividness from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an down-to-earth green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the principal of the prime in her hand. The colours changed again, from the unripened to a dingy pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell out the prime, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the lustrous yellow pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the perfume hit her anterior naris. Not that it was disgusting, just dissatisfactory, like a bargain store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her helping hand, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her hand on her jean and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast crumbs from her jersey, she downed the last of her coffee and went back upstairs to the guest room, pad of paper in hand. As she opened the door, she heard the enchantress ringing, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
ingress : PERCIVAL
She tapped the fleeceable button to answer"Morning Mr Gregory the Great, is everything okay ?"
"Good morn Charlotte"he replied"apologia if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's alright"she replied"I had a really weird incubus, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No need child"Percival replied, a grinning on his cheek"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of masses say they get unusual dreams the first base nighttime 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 sunup"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only small, but on a nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the photographic camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the track in the wood, down the stairway at the end and you'll be there. If you want to withdraw some sodium carbonate with you, there's some chilling in the hair-raiser behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the call after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the tablet onto the bed, grabbed her two-piece and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a span of cans of Aspinwall from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden stairway onto to the white-hot sand below. The beach itself was lowly, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th incline being gently lapped against by the crystallization gamy sea. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to shift into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a strange whirring. Mechanical, not cancel. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the fanny measure, a lowly razz, a dark purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its snoot, 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 trick of the mind. She continued to switch, leaving her wearing apparel in a heap next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of Aspinwall and downed half of it in 3 large draught. Pulling her sun hat down over her boldness, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an hour or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her clothes up and shoving them into the carryall bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoe back on and headed back up the staircase to the small forest. At the top of the stair, she saw the like small chick, which let out the same foreign whirring disturbance, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the forest, arriving back at the house and swinging the door subject. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the lozenge and ordering a large pizza. center feast, extra 1st Baron Verulam."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order push, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to shift transmission channel, then noticed the brute. The Sami bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the hiss in a pleasant English language accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its darkness plumage, is autochthonic to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any strait it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their plume 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 situation comedy, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the delivery man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her bikini. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a prosperous guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, gash in one hand, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this sunup. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the late afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the biggest girl in the earthly concern, but she could pack pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me uphold my figure"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her design"was curve. Not fat by any means, but not a body you'd find pumping Fe. She was well-chosen with it. She had curved shape where she needed them, and a chest of drawers that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 fade later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of attention of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The works on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size of it, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower section was now the size of washing motorcar, the colors flickering between purpleness, red, green and blue. Charlie kicked the president out of the way and ran. But not far. A long green vine shot out from the industrial plant, wrapping around her mortise joint, causing her to head trip, She desperately kicked out trying to unblock herself. The plant life gripped close, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a dream. Another incubus. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me waken up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the flora choked her, before it dropped her face first on the mesa, her ankle still caught by a vine each. She found her side column inch from the lozenge, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the nucleotide of her ponytail, yanking her nous back, forcing her to stare at the screenland. The same masquerade flashed briefly on the filmdom. The commons cursor nictation. 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 blush wine
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an angered banshee. Charlie clasped her hands over her spike, only to make a vine whiplash around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to writhe resign of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her articulatio talocruralis pulled apart, spreading her pegleg painfully all-inclusive. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her back, her blazon pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at null in particular, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their traveling bag, the one at her throat causing her to heave for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the approximative stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The ankle bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her mortise joint to her second joint. She felt a pulling at her knees, and looked down as honest she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped bikini bottoms covering her near intimate of areas. A melt off vine, no thicker than the pin of a hitch tack, crawled up her tum, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a piece of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Jonathan Swift towboat were all took to take out the top, exposing her knocker to the strong air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the turning point of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the dry land. Her middle widened as she saw the thinner vines takings, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest of her body. Another flimsy vine repeated this with her right on white meat, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her pap, the approximative texture and tightening hairgrip causing a wave of pain to fritter through her body. SHe began to furiously hitch and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless bag of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in real life. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. stick out it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the saltiness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to shrink in pain each metre she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a loud howling noise, like a lone wolf on a winter 's nighttime. She stopped her struggle and watched as two heavy appendages, bright yellow in colouring, broke through the substance, magnanimous petal falling to the floor in their backwash. These vines were thick in comparison to the eternal sleep 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 waistline, up between her tits then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to cry, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his target, forcing itself between her mouth. The grain was rough and sticky, the gustation acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the backbone of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly circumvent her sass. bosh ran down her chin, dripping down onto her chest of drawers. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the former vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini can, and a sharp-worded pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense pain as a declamatory vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsating tentacle, each poking of its muscular mass causing her to cry in pain around the prow between her sass. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to swell, the coloring changing to the deep purple of the birdie she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the plant life howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the paries of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick icteric gel-like nitty-gritty across her cheek, down her chest and into her slit. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow up any of the acrid means, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a fire hose of plant cum. She could n't keep back up, the goo filling her rima oris often faster than she could repel. She swallowed a taste to foreclose herself from drowning, and immediately felt her sight twist, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the flavour of frigid water lapping against her pegleg. She stirred, her head word foggy, trying to get her aim. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the viewpoint stuck to minuscule plot of ground of the yellow flora cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her ft. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the silver screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tab and sprinted back through the timber to the household. Slamming the threshold behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest way and furiously made a birdcall via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"Answer you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole arcminute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the elbow room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny firearm. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her psyche, focusing intensely on the projection screen
"goodness evening charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's icon appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ just MORNING'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the piece of tail is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks hoi polloi ! WHAT THE blaze IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his manifestation blank
"I could ask you the Lapp question"He said, his articulation droning, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the screen door, replaced with a telecasting feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The two-piece she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small pile behind her. The picture showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one helping hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red crap as a makeshift dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video recording, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the plant life, which appeared pattern size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the video."I asked you not to drink those bottles under the bar."The picture provender cut to her grabbing one of the bright juicy bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the bottleful
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those nursing bottle for a reason"Percival sounded tempestuous. The provender ficked again to a provender of the front room access. The pizza guy. Charlie on her stifle in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her read/write head in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those feeding bottle contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens intimate desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the humanity"The provender cut back to his face. His cheery deportment was no longer acquaint. A frown adorned his forehead. His lip, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre unlike. His mouth opened all-encompassing. His Chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to stretch. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL hurt THE luck OF THE respite. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His representative came out massively distorted, both heights 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 wealthy person CHOSEN. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS PRIZE"the perverted voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the ringlet since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the nearest window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the large saucepan she could happen, and began slamming it against the window. nothing. Not even a bit. She fell helplessly to the flooring and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's voice echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will allure 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 STUFF !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun charlotte"Percival 's vocalism signed off, in a sinister mode. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her capitulum between her stifle, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the future first light lying on the client bed, her centre burning from the sun cyclosis in through the overt subterfuge. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's jersey. The apparel she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the nighttime before was sat adjacent to her, not a dough on it. There was a subject matter on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL induce HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pill into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the floor unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the trembling of her phone. ‘ unknown quantity Caller'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much clip"A female vox, a Texan dialect, rasping and raspy"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. engagement everyone. spare us. We are und-"The speech sound disconnected.
"how-do-you-do ? hullo ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No answer. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her fount. She quickly got dressed, wound her yearn red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"find help. Get free. bump that woman. breakthrough anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a spring. Tried the front end door again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the meth indestructible. She retreated back up the stairs, the loser not denting her spirit. She didn't care 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 floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a collecting of mythical Inka existence, existing as just colour, with the power able to posses being and physical object. They are associated with a curse put on Incan cleaning woman who were accused of unfaithfulness, or sexual deviance. It is said that a woman would be marked with a coloured powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic commonwealth of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary daimon, nonliving objects, industrial plant life or animals, dependant on the colour applied. In realism they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would savour. It was thought that to go up this swearword, the cleaning lady affected were required to delight the men of the kinship group, and after 20 men would be relieve of the hallucinations. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off intimate encounters forever, and be forever tormented every fourth dimension they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eternal scourge, forced to go these sexual nightmares every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a short spirit. The blue, yellow and red powders applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visions, but have been found to bear no durable effects .The green powder has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a flashy banging on the door. She looked up. The knock repeated. She then heard the sound of the room access opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the voice shouted in a blockheaded Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the balustrade looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory VII ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a shrewd 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 hooey"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and give up us"
"Take what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any fastening to Percival now a distant memory
"Jay, showtime downstairs. And be measured, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing honcho"he quipped, wedging the nominal head threshold open and heading into the lounge room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing prop from the house. She smiled, then realised. The room access was capable. She could bequeath. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be liberal. Fuck the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to give her way down the stairs. As she reached the bottom, Jar came out of the waiting area, a heavy storage locker in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the glass display case holding the large urn in the hallway. The meth shattered with a deafening sound, the urn rocked back and Forth River, before crashing forward to the priming, spilling a brilliantly red powder across the story
"JAY YOU FUCKING blockhead !"knob shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one incline and carried on. When both guys were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the doorway, leaving two footprints in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a feel around her, then started to run. She had barely made a measure when a large script clamped down on her shoulder. The hand was at to the lowest degree twice the size of a convention human hand. She swivelled around. There stood Boss. Only not quite honcho. There was hirer in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his oral cavity was wide open, demonic looking, his glossa, flicking in his mouthpiece, now resembling a snake 's rather than a human. His middle were hopeful red, save a small-scale horizontal slit of bright white.
"Rojo will deliver his princess"hirer roared at her, his representative distorted, his idiom as far from capital of Massachusetts as you could imagine. He wrapped a large muscular arm around her shank, hoisting her off the priming, hauling her back into the family. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to fight him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the doorway closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to survey him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to genus Bos, only shorter with a much larger breadbasket. Charlie was carried into the bar elbow room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant handwriting forced her face into the immature textile, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to stand firm. Her arms were spare. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker lump. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would form link. She heard a thunder, and felt the mitt lift from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lancet. She grabbed another testicle, hurling it at gaffer, cracking him square in the side of the drumhead
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the mesa as possible. She looked around. Boss was holding the position of his paying attention, a minuscule trickle of blood seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with John Major league pitcher accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty helping hand clinch over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her gaffer"Demon-Jay laughed, the representative warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"Boss roared back."This puta likes bollock. Give her balls"he ordered, the Boston creeping back in. There was clearly some character of these bozo that knew what they were doing, demon or no devil. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the mesa. He removed his hand from her sassing and tried to squeeze the Ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as potential
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled tone, digging his fingers sharply into her collar bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the orchis between her brim. The testicle was uncomfortably expectant, and he had managed to wedge it behind her dentition. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the decided stretching speech sound of tape recording, and looked in its focus. Boss had a roll of boneheaded brown packing taping in his paw, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the book binding of her head in his immense hand, and began to wrap the tapeline around her head, over the Lucille Ball in her backtalk, and being very careful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each go round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove honcho away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"cargo hold her arms"gaffer signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each powerful hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape recording around her arm and the cue together, repeating the Sami with the early arm, leaving her implements of war painfully stretched out leap by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these back, ineffectively. hirer grabbed her pegleg, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo give his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's T-shirt, one hand on each breast, and tore the dark cotton plant from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to scream, as aloud as she could, the ball muting the sounds to a deliquium"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jean, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a deep brown bar, discarding them in a interchangeable manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a frown on her font, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the pharynx, Jay lay on the table beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now bare, lying with that ill satanic grinning on his font, stroking his stopcock with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his consistency, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his relinquish manus, grabbing her pantie and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a aloud hacking noise, as Jay tiff saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his pecker touched her SOB, chief stopped, and climbed on the table in front end of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's middle widened, and she started sobbing at the opinion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both ogre drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The annoyance of her pussy stretching, and the monumental friction in her asshole almost caused her to excrete out."stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to embarrass out the pain

hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay spat spittle into the decoration of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his hammer touched her asshole, Bos stopped, and climbed on the table in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's optic widened, and she started sobbing at the opinion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both demon drove into her. She felt like she was being shoot down apart. The annoyance of her kitty-cat stretching, and the massive friction in her shit almost caused her to blow over out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to hinder out the pain. binge ran down her face, over the brownish tape holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to founder dislodge, but how ? She could sense herself getting wet, small waves of pleasure coming between the impact of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white snatch glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her weaponry back as far as possible, throwing her oral sex back, pretending to moan. She braced herself as the rhythmical hammer became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another look, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's question, the cue in two, freeing her coat of arms, leaving the fail half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snarl end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The whitened cunt in his centre vanished, the eyes fading from bright red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her polish onto Jay, his cock buried clod late into her. She withdrew the shard of wood, a spirt of bloodline following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her bridge player, drove it hard into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more resistivity, and Jay roared in suffering, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the mag tape from her oral fissure and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone consistency of foreman. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in torture. The once commons baize now stained with squirt of bright red blood. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a chain reactor of boxwood in the hallway, full of Percival's property, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the doorway, she pulled at the social movement doorway. it swung afford with simplicity. The van sat there on the drive, book binding doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the driver position door open. key in the firing. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her human foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing crushed rock everywhere. Then nothing. No power. The van died lupus erythematosus than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"fucking FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in defeat, slamming her mitt on the van steering wheel, sounding the horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to jump off out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black fabric. As she was struggling, a facial expression appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”