The sun peaked over the grass covered hilltop, its cap reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short breath and knocked three times on the enceinte wooden door. nix. She knocked again. Still no answer. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the large sign stood in front man of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by Tree on two face, a small tunnel through the mound to the left, and zilch but the Pacific ocean, a bluey orangeness hue to the wave in the morning sunshine, stretching out in social movement of it. The house itself was grand, if not Brobdingnagian, looking more like a large English cottage than something on the west seashore of America. She took another coup d'oeil at the window on the upper f hoping to catch flock of individual, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"waiting !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the room access, wearing zip but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the pluck man asked, holding out a helping hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and escape from it, his palms soft, his adhesive friction business firm."I'm so regretful, I was in the shower. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's nerve flushed too, the robe only just covering his back end as he stepped back at bottom
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the magnanimous wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hall she found herself in, her oral cavity slightly open in awe.
"How does a elbow room this big fit in this home ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two circle of stairway on either side of the room, rising and meeting a floor above in the centre, with doorway at each side, and one in the nub, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the spyglass causa in the centre of the way, containing a large light-green coloured urn.
"Go through the start door on the lead please"the man said, snapping her back to reality"You can have a seat in the lounge."brand yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the leftfield at the top. The audio of the room access closing echoed through the Brobdingnagian hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak door into the waiting area. This room was much pocket-sized in size, but no less idealistic. Bookshelves lined the far paries, separated in the centre by a rather high-minded fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a heavy picture depicting an historic battle fit. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the gruesome detail making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the corner of the elbow room, and gently placed herself down on it. The professorship was much soft than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable chairman. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the versatile ornaments and supplement in the way. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hall, only much smaller. The urn itself was nothing special to search at, the Sami honey oil as the one in the hallway, no handles, and a little delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the low mesa it sat on. As she reached out to scoop up the small pot, she heard a part,
"Please be careful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel lily-livered tie"It's very old, and contains the cadaver of my slap-up grandfather"Charlie jerked her manus away from the mesa, standing bolt upright, her heading bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her impertinence flushing bright red
"It's O.K., I don't mind"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the matter I have here. I've gathered artefacts from all over the humankind in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with various others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain idle relation 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. star sign sitter. mustiness be capable to stay at the mansion for 7 days. $ 1000 to be paid on my rejoinder"
"Bit low on details"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the loft window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing zilch ?"She had left her job two workweek before. She had endured a solid class of male chauvinist input, lewd advancement and general creepiness from her chief, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed smacking across his typeface after he'd thought it set aside to slap her fanny for the third base time that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the telephone number at the bottom of the advertising
"Hello, Hildebrand residency"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, make your prison term"a deep, soothing voice replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an hang online for a theater setting hen, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her vocalization growing in authority"I look after my female parent 's house all the metre, and I've looked after kids and th-"
"That's with child"the phonation replied."It'll be in a week, are you capable to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that well-fixed"for certain"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his previous tone"Can I shoot your e-mail address and I'll send you all of the point"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the valet asked, his part reverting to the calming monotone of before
"It has, give thanks you"Charlie replied"I'll see you succeeding Monday then"
"Thank you Queen City"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand one dollar bill. A planetary house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her idea 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 whoreson and his gobshite of an help. She spent the eternal rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to sleep that dark, she remembered the email. She clicked it open and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Mon. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory XIII"



"... ..and finally, here is the client bedchamber"Percival Gregory the Great swung open the last door in the provide wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the house, bar a couple of rooms ("The schoolmaster sleeping room and his bailiwick, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same time of origin ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the threshold to the node room swung open, she was surprised at the contrast. Soft magnolia walls, contemporaneous interior decoration, 4k TV hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a pad of paper resting succeeding to it. Through another door in the way, an en-suite shower room. It was like person had dropped a highschool character hotel elbow room into a quaint house on the California coast.
"I like to hold indisputable my node are well-situated"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my specific tastes"He picked the tab up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the affair of the home. The heating and hot H2O. The ignition ..."he slid his fingerbreadth along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought mental strain of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm clock system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any food or drink, just gild through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his pocket began to bleep. He pulled his speech sound out, pressed a clitoris and showed Charlie the screen, showing a live webcam provender from the pad of paper."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the police and fire section and they'll be here in 20 minute of arc. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laugh phone line on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an erstwhile man, he was in terrific shape. On the tour of the home, he'd told her he would ferment 70 next year, but anyone looking at him would say early 50's at the oldest. His table salt and pepper hair swept over to the right, and a perfectly politic font interrupted only by a black pencil moustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangsters. ‘ Suave'was the word that came to beware when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"Okay"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his 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 know"He picked up two travelling bag from near the social movement room access and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his cases in the bole, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Charlotte, , I really prize it. I'll give you a quick call when I arrive to check how thing are going"Charlie nodded in reaction Percival slid his tall figure behind the wheel 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 god-awful storage hunter show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the spirit level of innovative technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing music in random elbow room, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV tv camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the tablet, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a office labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a shop somewhere, judging by the ikon she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could motivate the cameras, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the recession of every elbow room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a declamatory snooker table, decorated like an old English language public house ), on a small shelf behind the bar, nestled between bottleful of John Barleycorn, was another one of the green urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of it of a house 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 right annexe of the house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the doorway of the room open, and the smell of whisky hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the offset time. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In temperance, naturally") but to quash the bright blue bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the green urn nestled between time of origin bottleful of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left mitt, lifting it from its ledge, leaving a dust-free closed chain in its Wake Island. The urn was oddly ardent to the tactile sensation, like it had a lit candle, or some early rut reservoir inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The low lid had rocked gently to one side of meat when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's words about the smaller urn, and how it contained a utter relative.
"Was this the Same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her hand away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relation though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to spread it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the behind was a small amount of a OK powder. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine debris closer to the opening in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the powder, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The pulverization was icy frigidity, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her manus and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. nada. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the pulverization being spread finely over the disconsolate oak Earth's surface. The gunpowder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her handwriting at the edge of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and asperity of the pulverisation, but this subsided quickly. She felt the coolness turn to warmth as the powder sat in her paw, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn down me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her work force on the back of her jean."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No core 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 shelf, being heedful to line up the base with the dust anchor ring on the ledge. She looked up at the early bottleful on the bar. A bottle of jak Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the rest of the bottle. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small glass tumbler and pouring a small measure of the emotional state out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now discharge glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the bite of the Bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The recollective she stared, the unknown she felt. A fondness flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her wooden leg through her jeans. Slumping back against the square oak, she slid to the ground, her leave alone hand groping at her chest through the melt off fabric of her t-shirt. She tossed her header back, letting out a gentle moan, before a deafening femme fatale shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old house, shaking the window. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the invitee room. The noise in the room was deafening. She covered her pinna, and looked around the room for the source of the sound. She saw the pill flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the large green button next to the message. The enchantress immediately stopped, the speech sound replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in angriness, partially so she could get wind herself.
"The Siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so disconsolate ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when citizenry are calling, I must have forgotten to twist it down"he apologised, his face in the video feed on the silver screen flushed with embarrassment."You can turn it down on the outcry setting on the pad. I am so drab again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular volume, 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 try that auditory sensation that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you experience I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a enceinte family"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her leg. As she sat chatting with Mr Ugo Buoncompagni, she felt the sense datum that she had felt old. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tablet more towards her face, while desperately willing 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 problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the temptress down"he chuckled to himself, gave his ripe wishes and disconnected the phone call. Charlie threw the tablet to one side, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her denim down over her buttocks, down to below her knee joint. She plunged her left hand between her legs, rubbing herself through her scanty. Throwing her pass back in transport, she let out a easy moan, her compensate manus running up inside her T-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her odd knocker, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sense impression against her right breast, making her shrieking loudly, the edge digging into her, almost finger like. The flavor changed, as it had before to a warmth, almost massaging in nature. She settled back down into the bed, breathing heavily, panting louder and louder, bucking her pelvic arch into her bridge player, her step-in 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 optic towards the tablet.
"ingress : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the immature button to accept the call."Mr Hildebrand ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this prison term. I just wanted to let you cognise I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the temptress wasn't too loud for you, I turn it up when I'm out in the garden so I don't miss anything"Percival asked
"No,"Charlie replied"Well, 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. shout out if you need anything"The blind flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real number"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her feet, out down the stair, back into the room with the urn. The glass she had drunk 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 abandon. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly cool. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the dust again, and head back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the table and rolling it into the bunched up Ball at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ click'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest elbow room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the femme fatale went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tab.
"incoming : < shut-in ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. Blackness. In the bottom corner, a minuscule putting green cursor flashed, then letter of the alphabet slowly appeared, the font minuscule, just about legible.
"< INVALID ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am gratis. I am uR pR1ncE
"

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

She swivelled rung on the spot, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut out the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."Must have been the flatus"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the doorway. It had swung back out-of-doors, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the level. Suddenly, the TV on the rampart flickered into life. The projection screen was black, with the same green cursor flashing, this metre in the top left wing corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< shut-in ID > HE WILL wipe out YOU
< INVALID ID > THERE IS NO REST
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< invalid ID > SLEEP
The filmdom then flashed brilliant white, with a faded effigy of a masque in the nitty-gritty of the blind before switching off completely. The Inner Light in the room shut off, leaving just the Orange River radiance from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the vicinity of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, 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, bolting towards the window. Before she could reach the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her mouthpiece. They had the same icy feel as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nothing came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her shank. Where she'd have expected a heavy, muscular arm, there was nada. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to scream. She wrestled against military unit 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 sink, turning to heat, a rut which felt like it was scorching her back talk, and heat sending flood lamp of pain through her middle. Just as she reached the bed, The force out vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bedclothes. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure boring into her articulatio humeri, forcing her down into the covers, she let out a screech, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in revulsion, she watched as her blue jean were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her knees. She let out another screaming as she felt a prodding her her crotch, and another as her tshirt began to taunt up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lacing of her bra. She felt a sharp jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one side. She tried to fight it, but the force held her firm, forcing her gaze at the television receiver hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An figure of speech appeared on the screen. The masque from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this fourth dimension, so she could interpret it from her spot prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE bluing
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE will CONSUME
< invalid ID > THE BLUE WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< INVALID ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an intense bother, she'd been punched in the tum by a heavyweight pugilist. The pain got more vivid, and bed cover throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the melanise out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the cover, one hand between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a modest gap in the blinds, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the cover and looked down at her body. She was wearing her disastrous 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 scare, no anything. Swinging her leg out of the bed, she rubbed her oculus and wandered into the privy. Pulling her t shirt over her nous, she stared in the mirror. Her long red pilus was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her digit through her curl and neatened them up as expert she could, before slipping a tomentum tie off her articulatio radiocarpea, gathering her hair into a loose ponytail off centre behind her straits, the end hanging down behind her left wing shoulder. She looked at her cheek in the mirror, and noticed there she had no make-up on. The previous day she had made indisputable she looked her best to make a good first impression on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the lavatory for any sign she'd removed it. A small trash can sat in the recession of the elbow room, containing a few facial rub, all smeared with shuffling up. She shook her head and walked into the large rain shower orbit of the bath, slipping off her scanty, turning the boastfully telephone dial on the far rampart and stood under the cascade of beautifully warmly piddle. Shaking the piss from her boldness, she rubbed her optic and considered the events of the former night. What had happened ? Was any of that real number ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a heavyweight white bathroom towel that hung on a heated wheel near the bathroom threshold. Wrapping the towel around her eubstance, she made her way back into the guest way, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't think back the night before for whatever ground, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid nightmare. The fact her clothes were folded entail something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her aliveness. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the washing simple machine. She pulled on clean habiliment ( tee shirt and jean, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tab in hand. As she reached the underside of the stair, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the room access, and using the tablet, brought the lights up. On the bar was a methamphetamine, 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 old dark. Only hollow. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty nursing bottle and let out a farsighted, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't bear upon Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her face for the commencement clock time since the previous day."Just a horrible nooky dream"she threw the discharge bottle into a tall trash can underneath the bar, scooped up the methamphetamine and drumhead out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the clump at the bottom"mustiness have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to seize some breakfast.

As the toast popped from the toaster, Charlie looked up from the tab, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the vintage kettle hole had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a small flower pot, the same blueish K of the urns, with a orotund lily-type blossom protruding from it, with several offset from its thick unripe stalk, crown by a flower deep purpleness in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar ordure she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally spread the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the prime. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the cryptical, midnight purple she'd seen from across the way to an earthy green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the head of the blossom in her handwriting. The coloring changed again, from the leafy vegetable to a dark pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the heyday, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the paw she was using to sustain herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a bargain store perfume. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from bright yellowness to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the backrest of her hand on her dungaree and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the pledge bum from her tee shirt, she downed the finish of her coffee and went back upstairs to the client room, tab in hand. As she opened the door, she heard the siren ringing, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
entry : PERCIVAL
She tapped the leafy vegetable button to answer"first light Mr Angelo Correr, is everything okay ?"
"trade good sunrise Charlotte"he replied"Apologies if I'm intruding, I just wanted to see if everything was alright ? Did you sleep well ?"
"Everything's fine"she replied"I had a really Weird nightmare, but I think I may have a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the bottle of whiskey"
"No need baby"Percival replied, a grin on his face"I've already said you can take anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of people say they get unusual dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone this night, 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 gracious this daybreak"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only diminished, but on a nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the television camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the forest, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to select some soda with you, there's some temperature reduction in the chiller 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 bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a twosome of seat of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the white sand below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three side of meat by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th side being gently lapped against by the quartz glass blue sea. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the reason and began to change into her two-piece. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a racket. Like a unknown whirring. Mechanical, not born. She held the cup of the bra against her breast, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the bottom step, a small dame, a dark purple hue to its plume, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metallic whir. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could extend to it, it fluttered off into the treetop. Charlie sighed. Another trick of the judgment. She continued to change, leaving her clothes in a heap following to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, open a can of cola and downed one-half of it in 3 with child gulping. Pulling her sun hat down over her expression, 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 tote bag bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her horseshoe back on and headed back up the stairway to the small timber. At the top of the stairs, she saw the Lapp small bird, which let out the same strange whirring dissonance, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the doorway exposed. She ran back up the stairs, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the pad of paper and ordering a large pizza. inwardness feast, excess bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the social club button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to convert channel, then noticed the animal. The Lapplander bird she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the wench in a pleasant English accent.
"The Midnight Sung Thrush, named for its wickedness plumage, is indigenous to the Californian sea-coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their plumage are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the shuttle itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the communication channel over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza from the legal transfer man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her two-piece. She flushed red with embarrassment, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one hired hand, box in the other, tablet tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen mesa and hitched herself up onto the throne. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much bigger than it had this sunrise. She shrugged it off as an legerdemain of the previous afternoon sunshine, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the heavy girl in the Earth, but she could tamp pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"Helps me defend my digit"she'd tell her champion sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curves. Not fat by any mean, but not a body you'd find pumping Fe. She was well-chosen with it. She had bender where she needed them, and a chest that had got her out of a speed ticket before.
6 gash later, she closed the box up, leaving the end 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The industrial plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The heyday part was now the sizing of washing machine, the colouring material flickering between purple, red, green and blue. Charlie kicked the professorship out of the way and ran. But not far. A tenacious green vine shot out from the works, wrapping around her ankle joint, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to free herself. The plant gripped tighter, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the board, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a aspiration. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine shot out and wrapped tight around her cervix, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the flora choked her, before it dropped her human face first on the table, her ankles still caught by a vine each. She found her expression in from the pad of paper, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her psyche back, forcing her to gaze at the screen. The Lapp mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green cursor blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A flush FOR MY heyday
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY rosebush
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the elbow room, like an angered banshie. Charlie clasped her hand over her ears, only to have a vine whiplash around each radiocarpal joint, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to scream, desperately trying to writhe loose of the vice grasp of the plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankle joint pulled apart, spreading her peg painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant life forced her over onto her back, her limb pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at nothing in particular, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breather again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough in stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thighs. The articulatio talocruralis bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankles to her thighs. She felt a pulling at her knees, and looked down as full she could at her genu being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue striped two-piece bottoms covering her most intimate of region. A tenuous vine, no thicker than the pin of a thumb tack, crawled up her stomach, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 Jonathan Swift towboat were all took to remove the top, exposing her breasts to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the corner of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the undercoat. Her centre widened as she saw the thinner vines return, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left bosom, tightening slightly, isolating it from the balance of her trunk. Another slender vine repeated this with her redress breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another screeching as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipple, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a moving ridge of pain to shoot through her trunk. SHe began to furiously tear and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant.
"This isn't real"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real animation. This isn't real number. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't material"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her cutis causing her to wince in annoyance each time she did. Then the flower of the works let out a loud howling noise, like a lone wolf on a winter 's nighttime. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large member, bright yellow in colour, broke through the centre, with child flower petal falling to the floor in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her bosom then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to shout, and the tentacle like vine crack forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her backtalk. The texture was jumpy and muggy, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the vertebral column of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly circumvent her mouth. Drool ran down her chin, dripping down onto her bureau. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her sass to see what the early vine was doing, but could n't fix out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awake from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her two-piece undersurface, and a precipitous painfulness as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a imperturbableness at the entrance to her pussy, followed by intense infliction as a large vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly beat tentacle, each thrust of its powerful wad causing her to cry in annoyance around the stalk between her brim. After what seemed an age, she began to feel the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the big vines fucking her began to swell, the semblance changing to the deeply purple of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the prime of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting vivid pressure on the paries of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her back talk which suddenly withdrew from her back talk and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick xanthous gel-like substance across her face, down her chest and into her kitty. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow up any of the acrid center, which kept coming at her, like mortal was spraying her with a fire hose of industrial plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth much degenerate than she could beat back. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision twist, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the feel of common cold water lapping against her legs. She stirred, her question foggy, trying to get her mien. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the viewpoint stuck to lowly patches of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing following to her. The tablet. On the screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW YELLOW IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > FEAR
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the wood to the family. Slamming the doorway behind her, she bounded up the step, into the Guest way and furiously made a call via the tablet to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both paw, shaking with anger
"solvent you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A solid minute passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the room, it crashing into the street corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the sieve
"Good eventide Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's image appeared on the sieve, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD MORNING'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the screen"What the roll in the hay is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks citizenry ! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his face blank
"I could ask you the same question"He said, his interpreter droning, devoid of emotion. His image disappeared from the filmdom, replaced with a video provender from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen mesa, with one leg up on the bar stool. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a minuscule pile behind her. The telecasting showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red papal bull as a make-do dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the mesa, grabbing the plant, 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 wassail those bottles under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright disconsolate bottleful from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, disarray in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those nursing bottle for a cause"Percival sounded angry. The provender ficked again to a provender of the front door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in front of him, sucking him off on the doorsill. Charlie shook her head teacher in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the mankind"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the creation"The feed cut back to his facial expression. His cheery demeanor was no longer present. A scowl adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and angry."I trusted you Queen City. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened wide of the mark. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his boldness appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his read/write head, leaving two solid state white balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE portion OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL wealthy person THEIR PRINCESS"His vocalisation came out massively distorted, both highschool and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a ball 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 have Chosen. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS PRIZE"the twine voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the doorway. 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 lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the approximate window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the tumid saucepan she could chance, and began slamming it against the window. naught. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's voice echoed through the elbow room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't commove them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry Queen City. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T have TOUCHED YOUR clobber !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreached tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen base, her pass between her stifle, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the next morning lying on the Edgar Guest bed, her eyes burning from the sun cyclosis in through the unfastened blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's jersey. The clothes she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The lozenge she thought she had broken the night before was sat adjacent to her, not a starting line on it. There was a content on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL get HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pad into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the storey unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the palpitation of her headphone. ‘ terra incognita phoner'
"hullo .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have often meter"A distaff interpreter, a Texan accent, rough and raspy"You must be unattackable. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. Free us. We are und-"The sound disconnected.
"Hello ? how-do-you-do ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No solution. She stood up from the bed, a steely finding on her aspect. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair's-breadth into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"find help. Get liberate. happen that cleaning woman. Find anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the stairs with a leap. Tried the front doorway again. Locked. The Windows wouldn't budge the glass indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the failures not denting her spirit. She didn't tutelage about the money any to a greater extent. Just getting free. She tried to call up what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the nighttime before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the level, and opened a new web browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a compendium of mythical Incan beings, existing as just colour, with the ability able to posses being and aim. They are associated with a whammy put on Incan women 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 Department of State of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary demons, inanimate physical object, plant spirit or creature, dependent on the coloration applied. In reality they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to plagiarize this expletive, the fair sex affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be devoid of the hallucination. The idea behind this was that they would experience such a bloodcurdling experience, that they would be put off sexual clash forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four vividness ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an everlasting curse, forced to weather these sexual nightmares every day for the residuum of what inevitably would be a inadequate life history. The blue, yellow-bellied and red gunpowder applied during these rituals have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce sight, but have been found to have no live on effects .The greenish pulverisation has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a forte banging on the door. She looked up. The knock repeated. She then heard the strait of the door opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the interpreter shouted in a thick Bostonian idiom. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the handrail looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a precipitous New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the steps,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his hooey"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and hold on us"
"train what you want, that piece of dirt owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any fond regard to Percival now a distant computer memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a hazard"the Bostonian man barked at his partner"
"Sure thing chief"he quipped, wedging the front doorway out-of-doors and heading into the waiting room elbow room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the house. She smiled, then realised. The door was exposed. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could walk. Be free. shag the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to reach her way down the stairs. As she reached the merchant ship, Jar came out of the lounge, a large cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the methamphetamine display case holding the prominent urn in the hallway. The Methedrine shattered with a deafening speech sound, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the earth, spilling a bright red powder across the storey
"JAY YOU FUCKING lunkhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one side and carried on. When both guy cable were back in the sofa, Charlie jogged out of the room access, leaving two step in the red rubble that now covered the hallway. She was outside. disengage. She took a face around her, then started to run. She had barely made a step when a large hand clamped down on her shoulder. The handwriting was at least twice the sizing of a convention human hand. She swivelled around. There endure Boss. Only not quite political boss. There was hirer in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his back talk was wide of the mark clear, demonic looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a Hydra 's rather than a human. His eyes were bright red, save a low horizontal slit of bright white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could ideate. He wrapped a heavy sinewy arm around her waistline, hoisting her off the reason, hauling her spinal column into the sign of the zodiac. She kicked out, screaming and yelling, desperately trying to press him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the threshold closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to party boss, only shorter with a much larger stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar elbow room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A giant star hand forced her face into the green cloth, pinning her Down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her coat of arms were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ball. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would pee-pee contact. She heard a roar, and felt the bridge player rise from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the tabular array, brandishing it like a spear. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at genus Bos, cracking him public square in the English of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. Boss was holding the side of his attentiveness, a diminished trickle of bloodline seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another chunk, with John Roy Major league hurler accuracy, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack cocaine. Then she felt a large sweaty hired man clinch over her mouth. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her political boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the interpreter warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"Boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her nut"he ordered, the capital of Massachusetts creeping back in. There was clearly some parting of these guys that knew what they were doing, demon or no daimon. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his hired hand from her mouth and tried to force the ball between her lips. Charlie held firm, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled whole tone, digging his fingers sharply into her collar bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the prison term to jostle the clod between her brim. The glob was uncomfortably tumid, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no service. She heard the discrete stretching sound of magnetic tape, and looked in its direction. Boss had a paradiddle of thick brown backpacking tape in his hand, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the rachis of her head in his immense hired hand, and began to wrap the tape recording around her principal, over the ball in her mouth, and being very careful not to trap any of her whisker, lifting the loose bun out of the way each head round. Charlie's tried desperately to jostle Boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"Hold her arms"boss signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular hand. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her arm painfully stretched out spring by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these binding, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo own his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's jersey, one hand on each breast, and tore the blue cotton fiber from her frame in one movement. Charlie began to yell, as loud as she could, the clod muting the strait to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her jeans, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her facial expression, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, 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 nude, lying with that sick demonic grin on his face, stroking his pecker with his right mitt. It had grown proportionally with the remainder of his body, and was now easily 14 inch long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his devoid paw, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a gaudy hacking noise, as Jay squabble saliva into the laurel wreath of his hand, running it along the irradiation of his blow up penis. honcho lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, party boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front of her. He was even big than Jay. Charlie's centre widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to follow. Almost simultaneously, both fiend drove into her. She felt like she was being rupture apart. The nuisance of her pussy stretch, and the massive detrition in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the botheration

hand, grabbing her pantie and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the shot of his enlarged phallus. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in ravish as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her whoreson, boss stopped, and climbed on the tabular array in front of her. He was even freehanded than Jay. Charlie's centre widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to make out. Almost simultaneously, both ogre drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the monolithic friction in her mother fucker almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the bother. Tears ran down her case, over the brown tapeline holding the ball inside her mouth. She had to fracture disengage, but how ? She could palpate herself getting wet, small moving ridge of joy coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each ride forcing the entirety of his length inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white prick glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an thought. She stretched her weapon back as far as possible, throwing her chief back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic buffeting became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensified. Charlie took another facial expression, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's question, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the fall in half attached to her forearms. She rocked to one English, driving the snatch up end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of meat of boss's skull. Thanks to gaffer's excellent tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white cunt in his eye vanished, the oculus fading from smart red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her devour onto Jay, his cock buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the shard of Grant Wood, a spurt of stemma following it. She unwrapped the tape from her right arm, freeing the Wood, then, grasping it in her paw, drove it hard into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit more impedance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape from her mouth and forcing the globe out. She gasped, spitting out the superfluous phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone body of Boss. fourth dimension to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the table, writhing in torment. The once green baize now stained with spirt of bright red profligate. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a piling of corner in the hallway, full-of-the-moon of Percival's belongings, prepare to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front line door. it swung open with informality. The van sat there on the drive, rear doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the device driver side door open. paint in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then zilch. No power. The van died less than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK nookie FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her hands on the van steering wheel, sounding the horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the door and went to leap out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the pitch-black fabric. As she was struggling, a human face appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”