–A Ghostly behind

Brandi was driving to the summer beach cabin in her sports car. Bikini clad and sunglasses, she rides the sea-coast highway with the wind instrument in her hair. He bold self self-assurance had been spurred by her mixer medium front. Her followers cheered at her antics. one-half nude posses, risque positions and her drug abuse of making everyday things look intimate. She loved it and even tho she would never kick in it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her center always looking for the following big selfie. As she rounds a corner she sees the underframe of an old ship washed up on the beach. A recent tempest must accept washed it ashore. The spine and a few ribs are all that 's left. The strawman of the pricker has a figurehead that looks like a behemoth penis and she is spurred to brand it on social media. She pulls off the road and works her way through the scrub and seaweed with her cell phone until she reaches it.

The nominal head is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long chain free. As she does the entire skeleton billow. She grabs onto the behemoth penis to catch herself. She feels a pulse rate upsurge through the wood like a heartbeat. Looking close modest fissure in the wood seemed to mend themselves. The carving starts to become more detailed as if returning to its archetype beauty. She takes pictures of the amazing transmutation. The more she wipes the seaweed and rubs away sand the more the front reverts to a cloaked maid. Its face faded and hollow. She brushes its face with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The details became decipherable the more she watches it. Brushing the face Brandi can see the features revert as the center and boldness seem to come to life. She steps back again to search at the whole thing. The hooded face looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the whole number seems to puff up and when a wave clangoring on the beach, a pocket-sized blob of sea froth forms on the very top making it seem like a big strong dick with a bead of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her television camera telephone set ready. Selfie meter.

She gets into position with her bikini covered bottom of the inning against the shaft of the figurehead. She bends over so the word-painting shows her face, cleavage and her pass over butt against what looks like a huge dick. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she intend. Reaching back she slips her ass off. Then she wiggles her tornado right up against the wooden calamus. Again she feels a pulse as the skeleton surges in the waves. Starting the video recording she makes a peace planetary house and sticks out her tongue.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the art object of Ellen Price Wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden wave splashing water up the backbone surprising her. The ocean urine wets her crotch as the wood between her cheeks shakes. It feels strangely comrade as it pulses. She turns back to look at the phallus when a second wave sends water up the figurehead causing it to eject out the top and nebulizer down on her fuzz, brass and cleavage like a giant ejaculation.

Her mouth was open in surprisal and she got a oral cavity full. The sea water tasted thick and salty. It made her rising and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the pee tasted funny. 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 genitalia started tingling and flushed with heat. Brandi wiped her face and stopped the television. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

gallery towards her car she felt wobbly and weak in the legs. Her crotch and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the loose Sand and low shrubbery. Her nipple got hard and tender the more she walked. Part way up to where she had left the car she had to stop. Her breath was unretentive and she felt her belly number. Looking back at the frame of the ship her consistence 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.

Back in her car she drove on down the highway. Every so often she would see something shining in the erect view 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 ass view mirror and suddenly slammed on the happy chance. For there in the mirror was a spiritual apparition of a pirate captain. His outstretched hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her head back to where the vision should consume come from but there was nothing.

She got goose bump all over and her face turned ashen. What was that ? she thought to herself. She looked around trying to secure herself. Something stirred up in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see visual sense. She sat there trying to go under herself when soul honked their horn. She was parked in the heart of the highway and traffic was building up.

Brandi made it to the cabin and found her parents, her pal and two of his Quaker already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative affectation in her revealing two-piece demanded her brother and acquaintance bring her stuff into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to square up her venter.

Her head was swimming like she was in heating system. Her groin throbbed and it still felt wet. What was going on ? She had a soda H2O and splashed some water on her face. Then she went in to the living room and sat staring out the window at the ocean. Something drew her eyes to the view. It felt like something was calling to her. A fog was forming near the horizon and she watched in a fog as the sun dropped towards it.

She felt unusual, fearful. Something was out there but she could n't focus. She felt so worn out and tired. Maybe laying down would serve. The paseo to her room was wobbly and she leaned on the room access frame looking into the fading light. Her bags had been piled on the bed. She just crashed around them and precipitate fast asleep.

A dream took her immediately. A cheery day on the beach turned into a breezy sailboat ride. Her mind played back a busy work party on her Fatherhood 's gravy boat. But her Father-God looked different. When she tried to face skinny at him, his face transformed into an malevolent figure. The sea turned coloured and the boat began rocking. Then the gravy holder was n't a sailboat but an ancient ship and the crew became pirate, her beginner the maitre d' from her vision in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner. He notices a palm around her neck that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't think putting one on. Going into the bath she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like real number Au with a Phoenix on one side, 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 ingest it off. No clasp on the chain and it wo n't slide over her head. How did it get around her neck ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the sea rover police captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm reaching for the medallion. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds nothing but the spare bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the animation way where everyone is set for dinner. Brandi shows her beginner the committal to writing on the medal.

He reads it aloud with everyone listening,"Om um spool bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their oculus glow for a moment. Brandi 's eyes grow big as saucers upon seeing their reaction. No one else seems to bear noticed but they all blink and shift. Everyone feels lightheaded for a bit but it passes and they all sit down to their repast. The haircloth on the back of her neck raises as she feels that strange twist in her tummy again.

That night she has trouble falling asleep. Her paw holding the ribbon she finally falls into a deep sleep. Her dream quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something slimy wrapping around her wrists and articulatio talocruralis pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to clamber but as she tried the remaining arms of an octopus slid along her English. Two wrapped around her breast, one wanted in her oral fissure 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 have diarrhea, or both. She ran to the lavatory and sat on the pot. Then she put the wastebasket between her stifle. Brandi tried to keep it together but she was tired and closed her eyes. Her body felt stuck and when she tried to move, she could n't. Like a Brobdingnagian sucking cup the toilet held her ass in place. As she sat there she felt the slimy 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 bass into her and she felt them give her inwardness which began racing.

She could n't check it and she was too frightened to shout out out. She opened her center and there in the corner was the pirate sea captain again. His outstretched mitt and his evilness stare. Then she felt the medal raise up and get out 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 head. Like she was going to explode. Her philia was pounding and her breath struggled to simmer down her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the bathroom. Only the gown hanging on its draw. Then her bowels let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped steady down 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 straightaway to sleep. second later she was back in the nightmare with the Octopus holding her firmly to the bed. But this clock time she heard chanting. An antediluvian auditory sensation like a sea shack echoed in her foreland. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her eyes and there was a strange glowing in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her fellowship and friends standing around her. Naked. Their centre glowing and their mouths moving to the chant. As their arms raised from their sides she felt herself float into the air. She could n't move. She could n't fight. She could n't cry out. Everyone walked to the beach in the wickedness guiding Brandi 's hovering consistence. Brandi could see a deep fog just off shore and her father 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 figure of the ships sails when a diminished skiff drifted into hatful. The sound of oars staining against old Grant Wood rose from the waters. The buccaneer captain stood at the front with his outstretched manus. The laurel wreath strained at her neck again trying to retort to him. Brandi tried to struggle free but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch in scourge as the skiff made solid ground and the crew debarked. Their apparitional bodies gathered around her family and as she watched each of the crew members possessed them.

She could just make out her family unit as specter 's of themselves floating inside the very tangible looking pirate work party. She tried and tried to recrudesce out of the nightmare. Her struggling was useless. Her screeching were silent as she watched them open their cloaks. octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their penis'. Which all become severe and farsighted than she had ever seen. She felt faint and terrified all at the Saame sentence. The boy were all swashbucklers, her mother was the outset checkmate. Her father was the master. He turned from the shore looking like a substantial pirate but she could see her Father of the Church 's ghostly naked torso inside the apparition.

The medallion followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her caput and put his hand around her cervix,"femme fatale ! incur your well earned reinforcement !"He parted his crumple jacket and a slimy arm from an Octopus appeared from his drawers and wiggled its way towards her mouth. She clamped her jaw against the invasion but with little luck. For at that moment each of the other pirates began fucking her ass and pussy. They thrust into her, filling her with both concern and pleasure and her sassing popped open.

The master 's slimy peter, like a sheath around her father 's dick drove into her mouth and down her throat. She felt like she was going to choke to death. Her optic closed as her body was raped and fucked by each of her crime syndicate and friend bodies possessed by the pirate gang. Each fellow member of the ghostly work party took turns possessing her crime syndicate and friends bodies until every crew extremity had fucked her over and over. As panic-stricken as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her body. It went on and on until the dusk lightness chased them back to their foggy ship.

Brandi and her class found themselves raw standing on the sandy beach. Most 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 knees and cried out. Then her Fatherhood jumped to his metrical unit and grabbing Brandi 's handwriting dragged her double metre back to the cabin. He rummaged around in the tool draftsman until he found a pair of nippers and tried to cut the palm from her red and raw neck.

His centre filled with crying as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her unloosen from the swearing. The others guided her crying mother 's defenseless body back to the cabin. They dressed their naked torso but that did piffling to serve calm their spirits. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's mother and begetter knew but could n't say. They were too traumatized and just stared at each other and cried. All Brandi could do was gaze out the window and shake. Her body felt used, abused and still twitching from the nights sexual and horrifying events.

Soon her begetter decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just push away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the slide highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the turning point so it was hard to tell where they were. They drove for an hr wandering around country roadstead. Something seemed off. No star sign. No former railcar. It was like a phantasm. Soon the sun was at its highest speckle in the sky and they pulled over to get their presence.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the dirt road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the inverse way trying to escape the nightmare. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to stretch their legs. But to their frustration they were back at the same dirt road. The cabin was just grounds 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 buck the medallion from her throat. But each time she tried the chain tightened until it was choking her. She felt herself fading and everything went black. Her body seemed to swim and she was accepting destruction as the concluding escape.

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

Then she felt her family around her again possessed by the pirate crew, begin their insatiable drive. Her trunk was used and abused as every office of her body was used as a sexual toy for their desires. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her body unable to remain assort from the event had orgasm after sexual climax. As her mind faded she caught a glimpse of the strawman in her mind.

When the dusk visible light chased the spook away again she felt a slice of hope. As soon as she could have her own eubstance again she ran debile legged to the cabin. She grabbed her telephone set to bet at the pictures 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 medallion, carved in wood. But something was unlike. There was something written on the punk above her head,"Cook and churchman"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 estimation, go back to the skeleton ship if they can. Her family line was despondent. She grabbed her keys, jumped in her summercater car and headed back up the road. To her surprise she was able to recover her way to the same piazza but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shore crying, then waded in to the body of water looking for any signs of the skeleton ship.

Then a wave crashed into her causing her to fall into the water. As soon as the medallion touched the water she felt it pulling her down. Brandi struggled to gain control but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her consistence floated in trench water and she could see clearly. It became very bright and she had a visual sense. The hooded peeress appeared like a nonesuch outlined in promising light. Her mouth moved and the tentacle of the devilfish slithered out from between her lips.

But Brandi could hear her words :"I am Cook and churchman of this Pirate ship and the work party you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the medallion,"How do I stop this ? How do I divulge the curse ?"The hooded lady 's heart glowed like her families had,"Ye shall harvest what ye sew."Brandi shook her foreland,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded gentlewoman 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 first off time she was there. At the crash. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a self-generated import. How could she have known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The wreck was a backdrop. I could n't experience known ..."

The hooded lady looked down at her and shook her head,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your actions were selfish, lowbred and carnal. How could you not sleep with what would happen ?"Her custody rose up and she looked to the surface. The water system 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 ma'am looked down at her with pity.

"baby. I can do nothing to change your activity. You must be sincere in life."The brim of the ladies hood glowed while she looked down. The actor's line shown out shining and elucidate. Brandi stopped crying. Her genius flashed on the words inscribed on the figurehead. Brandi put her deal together in supplication,"As a churchman. Forgive me. I beg you. absolve me of my rash actions."The Cook and Cleric smiled, her eyes cleared, her hands clasped and she looked down in prayer saying,

Return to where you first joined us

Follow the Piranga olivacea to the sea

touch the Great Mother

takings back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the water and the imagination faded away,"Take back the spoken words"echoed in her pinna as she spit and coughed up water. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her heart trying to etch the words into her mind."Return to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the Piranga olivacea to the sea"What 's the Baltimore bird ?"Touch the Great mother"Again she struggled to understand the cue, the Great Mother ?"Take back the spoken language"She repeated the tidings over and over as she made her way to the car.

She drove back to the cabin and wrote down the clue. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her mother knew what the Great Mother was ... the ocean. Her founding father had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent time on the sea knows it as the Great mother. One of her brother 's friends said in antediluvian times the sun was considered a genus Phoenix that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the like place it started. The Phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to reckon out the last clew,"payoff back the spoken news"They all looked at each early trying to think of what it meant. Brandi 's dad looked at the medallion hanging around his daughter 's neck. He wished all this had never happened. That he had never read the in***********ion. All his cerebration were clouded by the events of the last two nights. When he had just watched helplessly as his own body fucked his girl in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the Good Book on the medallion the first day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he consider them back ? He would take them back in a second if he could. He looked at the medallion again and understand the words in his top dog. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the other side of meat of the Jolly Roger was the Phoenix and the words were written again. But something looked unlike. He flipped it back and forth looking over the phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. carry back the spoken Logos ... means say it backwards.

That was the final stage clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the windowpane with dread as the sun prepared to neglect into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this time headed to the home where it all started. When they arrived at the spot the sun was entering the water. 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 father joined her in the water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her Father-God 's grip tighten. She turned in horror as she saw the lambency fill her father 's eyes and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, raw, eyes aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to keep ascendancy and broke free from her founder 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper water and deluge the decoration in the Great Mother. The medallion began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to thin as the sun reappeared one-half submerged at the horizon.

Then she tried to remember 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. bout 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 quietly. Her torso felt light and floated in the water.

She felt her Father 's hands grab her and draw her tight against his body. She could finger his hard dick push against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it shape ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another snatch her, and another. But something was different. They were n't moaning or humping at her and she was n't floating in the air unable to move. She opened her optic and saw her mother 's face, eyes filled with tears.

They all stood there naked and hugged. The curse had been broken. Brandi looked out to the hold out sliver of sunlight as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded madam. Her smile appeared as a evanesce ray of sunshine in the ephemeral. The glowing medal around Brandi 's cervix broke barren and floated out to the hooded ma'am. It became a glowing split that ran down the ghostly face as it faded into wind .