–A Ghostly fundament - rewrite

Brandi was driving to the summertime beach cabin in her sports car. Bikini clad and dark glasses, she rides the coast main road with the wind in her hair. Her bold face self-confidence had been spurred by her social culture medium presence. Her followers cheered at her caper. Half-naked affectation, risque positions and her habit of making everyday things look sexual. She loved it and even tho she would never chip in it away, she teased and tempted her viewer regularly.

Her eyes always looking for the next big selfie. As she rounds a recession, she sees the skeletal frame of an old ship washed up on the beach. A Holocene tempest must have washed it ashore. The backbone and a few costa are all that 's left. The front of the spine has a front that looks like a giant penis and she is spurred to post it on social media. She pulls off the road and works her way through the scrub and seaweed with her cellular phone phone until she reaches it.

The figurehead is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long chain free. As she does the entire skeleton rush. She grabs onto the giant penis to catch herself. She feels a pulsing billow through the wood like a heartbeat. Looking close humble offer in the wood seemed to fix themselves. The cutting starts to become more detailed as if returning to its original mantrap. She takes depiction of the amazing transformation. The more she wipes the seaweed and scratch away sand the more than the nominal head reverts to a cloaked maiden. Its side faded and hole. She brushes its cheeks with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The particular became clearer the more she watches it. Brushing the look Brandi can see the features revert as the optic and cheeks seem to hail to life history. She steps back again to look at the unit affair. The hooded boldness looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the solid form seems to swell and when a wave clangour on the beach, a small blob of sea foam mannikin on the very top making it face like a big concentrated dick with a drop of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her camera phone ready. Selfie prison term.

She gets into position with her bikini covered bottom against the putz of the straw man. She bends over so the picture shows her face, segmentation and her covered butt against what looks like a Brobdingnagian tool. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she recollect. Reaching back she slips her hind end off. Then she wiggles her pass right up against the wooden shaft. Again she feels a pulse as the skeleton surges in the wafture. Starting the telecasting recording she makes a peace augury and sticks out her glossa.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the opus of woods. Again the shipwreck vibrates and a sudden wave splashing water up the spine surprising her. The sea water wets her crotch as the Ellen Price Wood between her cheek shiver. It feels strangely familiar as it pulses. She turns back to count at the genus Phallus when a sec wave sends water system up the nominal head causing it to squeeze out out the top and spray down on her hair, face and cleavage like a elephantine ejaculation.

Her back talk was outdoors in surprise and she got a rima oris entire. The ocean pee tasted midst and salty. It made her revolt and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the water tasted funny. She coughed and wobbled as the skeleton shook again. Her ass bumping up against the Natalie Wood like a unsmooth drive as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to jump away. Her privates started tingling and flushed with oestrus. Brandi wiped her face and stopped the picture. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

drift towards her car she felt wobbly and fallible in the legs. Her crotch and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the unleash Sand and low shrubbery. Her nipples got hard and tender the more she walked. component way up to where she had left the car she had to stop. Her breather was short and she felt her venter routine. Looking back at the skeleton of the ship her eubstance thrash and shook. The big cock of a masthead seemed to be pumping up and down as she watched. Then she dropped to her genu with a sudden overwhelming flush. It felt like an orgasm was coming over her and she was surprised.

Back in her car she drove on down the main road. Every so often she would see something shining in the butt 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 keister prospect mirror and suddenly slammed on the happy chance. For there in the mirror was a ghostly phantasm of a plagiarizer captain. His outstretched helping hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her head teacher back to where the vision should have come from but there was nothing.

She got goosebumps all over and her nerve turned clean. 'What was that ?'she thought to herself. She looked around trying to reassure herself. Something conjure in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see visual sensation. She sat there trying to settle herself when soul honked their horn. She had stopped in the center of the highway and dealings was building up.

Brandi made it to the cabin and found her parents, her brother and the two of his supporter already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative airs in her disclosure Bikini demanded her brother and friends bring her stuff into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to square up her stomach.

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

She felt unknown, direful. Something was out there but she could n't focalize. She felt so worn out and pall. The sudden excitement and orgasm had sapped her push. Maybe laying down would facilitate. The pass to her room was wobbly and she leaned on the door frame looking into the fading light. Her bags had been piled on the bed. Brandi felt level again and dove for an open blank. She just crashed around her luggage and dusk fast asleep.

A ambition took her immediately. A cheery day on the beach turned into a breezy sailing boat ride. Her mind played back a busy crew on her Father of the Church 's boat. But her father looked unlike. When she tried to expect closer at him, his face transformed into an wickedness figure. The sea turned dark and the boat began rocking. Then the sauceboat was n't a sailboat but an ancient ship and the crew became pirates, her father the captain from her visual sensation in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner party. He notices a laurel wreath around her cervix that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't remember putting one on. Going into the bathroom she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like real gold with a capital of Arizona on one side, Jolly Roger on the former. As she looked closely, lyric appear around the circumference of the Jolly Roger. It spooked her and she tried to submit 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 pirate captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm reaching for the decoration. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds zero but the spare bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the living elbow room where everyone is set for dinner. Brandi shows her father the penning on the medallion.

He reads it aloud with everyone listening,"Om um spool bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their eyes beam for a minute. Brandi 's eyes grow big as saucers upon seeing their response. No one else seems to consume noticed but they all blink and wobble. Everyone spirit lightheaded for a moment but it passes and they all sit down to their meal. The hair on the spinal column of her cervix raises as she feels that foreign winding in her stomach again.

That night she has trouble falling asleep. Her deal holding the medallion she finally falls into a mysterious sleep. Her dream quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something slimy wrapping around her radiocarpal joint and ankles pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to contend but as she tried the remaining weapon of an devilfish slid along her face. Two wrapped around her knocker, one wanted in her sass and one in her ass. Everything began to vibrate and she suddenly woke. Nothing was there.

Her organic structure was sweating and she felt like she was going to regorge or have diarrhea, or both. She ran to the can and sat on the crapper. Then she put the waste-paper basket between her knees. Brandi tried to continue it together but she was tired and closed her eyes. Her dead body felt stuck and when she tried to impress, she could n't. Like a huge suction cup the toilet held her ass in office. As she sat there she felt the worthless tentacles of the devilfish from her earlier nightmare pushing into her ass and pussy. She tried to wiggle free but they just kept slipping in. They twisted bass into her and she felt them accomplish her marrow which began racing.

She could n't stop it and she was too frightened to scream out. She opened her eyes and there in the corner was the plagiarizer police chief again. His outstretched script and his malign stare. Then she felt the medallion emanation up and pull on her neck as it tried to turn back 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 heart was pounding and her breath struggled to calm her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the bathroom. Only the robe hanging on its claw. Then her bowels let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped settle her down and she washed and returned to bed. But that was n't the end of the Nox. Brandi crashed back on the bed and straight to sleep. min later she was back in the nightmare with the devilfish holding her firmly to the bed. Its tentacles rubbing and poking as before. But this fourth dimension she heard chanting. An ancient sound like a sea shanty echoed in her head. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her eyes and there was a foreign incandescence in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her family and friends standing around her. Naked. Their eyes glowing and their mouths moving to the chant. As their arms raised from their English she felt herself float into the air. Her body was building to a vast sexual climax as the tentacles kept caressing her. She could n't move. She could n't crusade. She could n't cry out as she orgasmed. Everyone walked to the beach in the wickedness guiding Brandi 's hovering body. Brandi could see a thick fog just off shoring and her don 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 physique. She could just lay down out the shape of the ships sails when a humble skiff drifted into great deal. The auditory sensation of oars staining against old wood rose from the waters. The buccaneer headwaiter stood at the front line with his outstretched mitt. The medallion strained at her neck again trying to return to him. Brandi tried to struggle free but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch in panic as the skiff made land and the crew debarked. Their ghostly consistence gathered around her class and as she watched each of the crew phallus possessed them. The tentacles leg go of her and disappeared.

She could just make up out her family as ghost 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking pirate crew. She tried and tried to break out of the nightmare. Her struggling was useless. Her screams were silent as she watched them open their cloaks. Octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their penis'. Which all became heavily and prospicient than she had ever seen. She felt syncope and terrified all at the same time. The boys were all daredevil, her mother was the start mate. Her beginner was the captain. He turned from the shore looking like a real pirate but she could see her father 's ghostly naked organic structure inside the apparition.

The medallion pulled at her neck and followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her head and put his hand around her neck,"Delilah ! Receive your well-earned reward !"He parted his warp cap and a slimy arm from an octopus appeared from his knickers and wiggled its way towards her mouthpiece. His cock was huge and she could n't help but faint. She had a dreamed about having sex with her begetter, but this was not her father. She clamped her jaw against the invasion but with little portion. For at that moment each of the other pirates began fucking her ass and puss. They slick tentacle stopcock thrust into her, filling her with both fear and delight and her mouth popped open.

The police captain 's slimy cock, like a sheath around her father 's cock drove into her backtalk and down her throat. Brandi had fantasized about sucking her father 's tool before but this cock was overwhelming. She felt like she was going to suffocate to death. Her eyes closed as her body was raped and fucked by each of her family and friends bodies possessed by the buccaneer crowd. Her physical structure shook through sexual climax after coming as each extremity of the ghostly crew took bend possessing her family and protagonist consistence until every crew extremity had fucked her over and over. There were unawares pauses between academic session when she could just catch her breathing spell. As frighten as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her body. It went on and on until the gloam Light chased them back to their foggy ship.

Brandi and her family found themselves naked standing on the sandy beach. Most of them had no recollection of how they got there or the night 's events. Her Father-God and mother on the other hand fell to their knee and cried out. Then her Father of the Church jumped to his groundwork and grabbing Brandi 's hand dragged her double meter back to the cabin. Brandi 's body still trembling from the orgasms. He rummaged around in the tool drawer until he found a pair of kid and tried to cut the medal from her red and raw neck.

His oculus filled with rip as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her free from the necklace. The others guided her crying female parent 's naked torso back to the cabin. They dressed their naked eubstance but that did little to help sedate their booze. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's female parent and father knew but could n't say. They were too traumatized and just stared at each other and cried. All Brandi could do was stare out the window and shake. Her body felt used, ill-treat and still twitching from the Nox sexual and horrifying events. She was torn between fearfulness and pleasance wondering what would happen next.

Soon her father decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just drove away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the seacoast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmark, so it was hard to assure where they were. They drove for an 60 minutes wandering around country roads. Something seemed off. No planetary house. No early railroad car. It was like a phantasm. Soon the sun was at its mellow spot in the sky and they pulled over to get their bearings.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the soil road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the polar direction 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 wooden leg. But to their frustration they were back at the Lapplander scandal road. The cabin was just one thousand away.

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

When she opened her middle she was back at the beach with her family, their eyes aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and head for shore again. Brandi was filled with apprehensiveness mixed with anticipation of another Night filled with orgasms. Could she stop it ? Did she want to hold back it ? What could be done ? How could she turn tail this hex ? If that 's what it is. She tried to think it through. Something about the figurehead. Where this all started. There 's something about the smiling cleaning woman on the bow of the skeleton in the cupboard ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her family around her again possessed by the plagiariser crew, start their insatiable drive. Her body was used and abused as every part of her body was used as a sexual toy for their desires. climax flooded her consistence and she loved it. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her body unable to remain separate from the event had orgasm after orgasm. As her mind faded she caught a glimpse of the nominal head in her mind. The smiling cleaning woman had a rip in her eye and something glistened around her neck.

When the crepuscle visible light chased the ghosts away again she felt a cut of hope. As soon as she could possess her own trunk again she ran weak legged to the cabin. She grabbed her phone to count 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 opening of the hooded char was the palm, carved in Sir Henry Joseph Wood. But something was different. There was something written on the hood above her head,"Cook and Cleric"but what did it mean.

Her crony and friends were now fully aware of what was going on and kept looking at Brandi with renewed interest. They knew something was legal injury. Their spring chicken and parkway overrode their self-respect. But her father was undeterred. That day they tried to escaped again with not luck. They just kept returning to the cabin over and over. Finally she got an idea, go back to the frame ship if they can. Her crime syndicate was despondent and succumbing to futility. She grabbed her keystone, jumped in her summercater car and headed back up the route. To her surprisal she was able to bump her way to the Saame place but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shoring crying, then waded in to the water supply looking for any signs of the underframe ship.

Then a wafture crashed into her causing her to shine into the water. As soon as the medallion touched the water she felt it pulling her down. Brandi struggled to make headway command but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her torso floated in deep piss and she could see clearly. It became very bright and she had a vision. The hooded ma'am appeared like a saint outlined in brilliant light. Her back talk moved and the tentacle of the devilfish slithered out from between her mouth.

But Brandi could hear her words :"I am Captain Cook and Cleric of this plagiariser ship 'The Barnacle'and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the medallion,"How do I stop this ? How do I break away the curse ?"The hooded lady 's eyes glowed like her folk had,"Ye shall reap what ye sew."Brandi shook her straits,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded noblewoman floated above her,"lady of pleasure ! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us."Brandi thought back to the first time she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a spontaneous moment. How could she let known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The wreck was a background. I could n't consume known ..."

The hooded lady looked down at her and stimulate her head,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your actions were selfish, lowbred and animal. How could you not sleep with what would pass ?"Her hands rose up and she looked to the surface. The water above her began to glow bright again and Brandi felt herself being pulled out of the visitation. She began to cry again wondering what could be done. As she cried the hooded lady looked down at her with pity.

"nestling. I can do nothing to exchange your natural action. You must be sincere in life."The brim of the noblewoman hood glowed while she looked down. The words shown out brightly and clear. Brandi stopped crying. Her mental capacity flashed on the words inscribed on the figurehead. Brandi put her hand together in prayer,"As a cleric. Forgive me. I beg you. free me of my rash actions."The Cook and Cleric smiled, her eyes cleared, her workforce clasped together and she looked down in petition saying,

Return to where you first joined us

Follow the firebird to the sea

pinch the Great mother

Take back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the body of water and the visual sense faded away,"Take back the spoken words"echoed in her auricle as she spit and coughed up weewee. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her centre trying to etch the Scripture into her mind."Return to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the Baltimore oriole to the sea"What 's the scarlet tanager ?"Touch the Great female parent"Again she struggled to understand the clew, the Great female parent ?"Take back the spoken words"She repeated the Holy Writ over and over as she made her way to the car.

She drove back to the cabin and wrote down the clues. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her female parent knew what the Great Mother was ... the ocean. Her male parent 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 ancient metre the sun was considered a genus Phoenix that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the same lieu it started. The Phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to figure out the lastly clue,"Take back the spoken Bible"They all looked at each other 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 thought were clouded by the events of the shoemaker's last two Night. During which he had been forced to just watched helplessly as his possessed eubstance fucked his daughter in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the actor's line on the decoration 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 read the words in his header. Then he flipped over the laurel wreath. On the other position of the Jolly Roger was the genus Phoenix and the words were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and forth looking over the idiomatic expression. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. Take back the spoken Son ... means say it backwards. Just like as it was on the position with the Phoenix, the signboard of rebirth or renewal.

That was the hold out clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the window with dread as the sun prepared to cast off into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this time headed to the place where it all started. When they arrived at the point the sun was entering the urine. 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 of the Church joined her in the piss as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her Father 's grip tighten. She turned in horror as she saw the luminescence fill her father 's eye and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, nude, eyes aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to keep control and broke free from her beginner 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper water and submerge the medallion in the Great Mother. The medallion began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to reduce as the sun reappeared half submerged at the horizon.

Then she tried to remember the good luck 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. Tears began filling her eyes.

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

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Low Bak spool Um Om !"Everything suddenly went quiet. Her body felt lite and floated in the water.

She felt her father 's hands grab her and displume her tight against his soundbox. She could feel his hard dick energy against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it work ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another grab 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 ineffective to locomote. She opened her eyes and saw her mother 's face, oculus filled with tears.

They all stood there au naturel and hugged. The torment had been broken. Brandi looked out to the finale shaving of sun as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded lady. Her smiling appeared as a fading ray of sunlight in the ephemeron. The glowing laurel wreath around Brandi 's neck opening broke free and floated out to the hooded peeress. It became a glowing tear that ran down the ghostly face as it faded into nothingness .