–A Ghostly rear - rewrite

Brandi was driving to the summertime beach cabin in her sports car. Bikini clad and sunglass, she rides the coast main road with the wind in her tomentum. Her bluff self-confidence had been spurred by her social media presence. Her following cheered at her antics. Half-naked affectation, risque positions and her wont of making unremarkable affair look intimate. She loved it and even tho she would never turn over it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her eye always looking for the next big selfie. As she rounds a corner, she sees the skeleton of an old ship washed up on the beach. A Recent tempest must receive washed it ashore. The spine and a few costa are all that 's left. The front of the spine has a figurehead that looks like a hulk penis and she is spurred to put up it on mixer medium. She pulls off the road and works her way through the bush and seaweed with her electric cell phone until she reaches it.

The figurehead is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the yearn strands free. As she does the entire skeletal frame surges. She grabs onto the behemoth member to catch herself. She feels a pulsation spate through the wood like a jiffy. Looking close small cracks in the wood seemed to mend themselves. The cutting starts to become more elaborate as if returning to its original beauty. She takes ikon of the gravel transformation. The more she wipes the seaweed and rubs away sand the more the figurehead reverts to a cloaked maiden over. Its human face faded and holler. She brushes its face with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The contingent became clearer the more she watches it. Brushing the face Brandi can see the features revert as the eyes and impudence seem to come to life. She steps back again to look at the whole thing. The hooded face looks like it is smiling down at her. As she watches the whole flesh seems to intumesce and when a wave clash on the beach, a small blob of sea froth forms on the very top making it reckon like a big hard shaft with a drop of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcase of the ship and gets her camera speech sound make. Selfie time.

She gets into position with her two-piece covered bottom against the dick of the front. She bends over so the icon 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 bottoms off. Then she wiggles her cleft right up against the wooden gibe. Again she feels a heart rate as the skeleton surges in the waves. Starting the video recording she makes a heartsease sign and sticks out her tongue.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the piece of Wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden wafture splashes water up the thorn surprising her. The sea water wets her crotch as the woodwind between her impertinence shakes. It feels strangely familiar as it pulses. She turns back to reckon at the phallus when a second moving ridge sends weewee up the front causing it to squirt out the top and spray down on her hair, face and cleavage like a giant star ejaculation.

Her mouth was open in surprise and she got a rima oris 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 water tasted funny. She coughed and wobbled as the skeletal system shook again. Her ass bumping up against the wood like a pugnacious drive as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to chute away. Her crotch started tingling and flushed with heat. Brandi wiped her face and stopped the video. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

Heading towards her car she felt wobbly and unaccented in the legs. Her privates and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the wanton sand and low shrubbery. Her nipples got severely and tenderize the more she walked. Part way up to where she had left the car she had to stop over. Her breath was unawares and she felt her tummy turn. Looking back at the systema skeletale of the ship her body convulsed and shook. The big dick of a masthead seemed to be pumping up and down as she watched. Then she dropped to her stifle with a sudden overwhelming gush. It felt like an orgasm was coming over her and she was surprised.

backbone in her car she drove on down the main road. Every so often she would see something shining in the set up view mirror but she just ignored it. But when it shined in her heart she looked to see where it was coming from. After looking around in the car she looked up into the rear view mirror and suddenly slammed on the breaks. For there in the mirror was a apparitional spectre of a pirate police captain. His outstretched hired man was covered in seaweed. She turned her school principal back to where the sight should have come from but there was nothing.

She got horripilation all over and her typeface turned white. 'What was that ?'she thought to herself. She looked around trying to reassure herself. Something stirred in her stomach again. Maybe there was something in the water that caused her to see visions. She sat there trying to sink herself when someone honked their saddle horn. She had stopped in the midriff 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 ally already there and settled in. She greeted her parents and standing in a provocative mannerism in her revealing bikini demanded her comrade and acquaintance bring her stuff into the cabin. Then she went to the kitchen to get something to conciliate her venter.

Her head was swimming like she was in heat. Her groin throbbed and it still felt wet. What was going on ? She had a soda water supply and splashed some water on her expression. Then she went in to the sustenance 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 daze as the sun dropped towards it.

She felt strange, terrible. Something was out there but she could n't focus. She felt so worn out and commonplace. The sudden excitement and orgasm had sapped her muscularity. Maybe laying down would help oneself. The base on balls 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 flush again and plunge for an open space. She just crashed around her luggage and fall fast asleep.

A dream took her immediately. A sunny day on the beach turned into a breezy sailboat ride. Her mind played back a busy crowd on her Father-God 's gravy boat. But her father looked unlike. When she tried to look closer at him, his expression transformed into an evil figure. The sea turned dark and the gravy holder began rocking. Then the boat was n't a sailboat but an antediluvian ship and the crew became pirates, her father the skipper from her sight in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her father comes to get her for dinner. He notices a medallion around her neck that he 's never seen before. He asked Brandi about it but she does n't retrieve putting one on. Going into the bathroom she looks it over in the mirror. It looked like real atomic number 79 with a genus Phoenix on one side, Jolly Roger on the other. As she looked closely, word of honor appear around the circumference of the jolly Roger. It spooked her and she tried to read it off. No grasp on the chain and it wo n't skid over her head teacher. How did it get around her neck ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the sea robber captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm reaching for the medallion. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds naught 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 committal to writing on the medallion.

He reads it aloud with everyone listening,"Om um spool bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their centre glow for a moment. Brandi 's eyes grow big as saucers upon seeing their reaction. No one else seems to have noticed but they all blink and wobble. Everyone feels lightheaded for a moment but it passes and they all sit down to their meal. The hairsbreadth on the back of her cervix raises as she feels that foreign twist in her venter again.

That night she has bother falling asleep. Her paw holding the medallion she finally falls into a mystifying sopor. Her dreaming quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something worthless wrapping around her wrists and ankle pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to fight but as she tried the remaining subdivision of an octopus slid along her position. Two wrapped around her breast, one wanted in her mouth 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 barf or have diarrhea, or both. She ran to the can and sat on the toilet. Then she put the wastebasket between her human knee. Brandi tried to celebrate it together but she was tired and closed her center. Her eubstance felt stuck and when she tried to actuate, she could n't. Like a huge suck 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 joggle free but they just kept slipping in. They twisted deep into her and she felt them hit her sum which began racing.

She could n't terminate it and she was too frightened to scream out. She opened her heart and there in the street corner was the sea rover captain again. His outstretched hand and his evil stare. Then she felt the laurel wreath procession up and get out on her neck as it tried to return to him. The tentacles were sliding and twisting inside her and she felt something coming to a school principal. Like she was going to blow up. Her sum was pounding and her breath struggled to tranquilize her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the john. Only the robe hanging on its hook. Then her gut let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped ensconce her down and she washed and returned to bed. But that was n't the end of the dark. Brandi crashed back on the bed and straight to slumber. Minutes later she was back in the nightmare with the Octopus holding her firmly to the bed. Its tentacles rubbing and poking as before. But this time she heard chanting. An ancient speech sound like a sea hut echoed in her heading. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her oculus and there was a foreign glow in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her fellowship and friends standing around her. Naked. Their eyes glowing and their mouths moving to the chant. As their arms raised from their sides she felt herself float into the air. Her body was building to a huge orgasm as the tentacles kept caressing her. She could n't move. She could n't fight. She could n't cry out as she orgasmed. Everyone walked to the beach in the nighttime guiding Brandi 's hovering torso. Brandi could see a thickset fog just off shoring and her father turned and seemed to intonate towards it. As he did the front from the wreck appeared from the fog. It looked new, painted and polished.

Then the bow of the ship took form. She could just throw out the human body of the ships sails when a pocket-sized skiff drifted into sight. The sound of oars staining against old Sir Henry Wood rose from the waters. The sea rover sea captain stood at the front with his outstretched hand. The medallion strained at her neck again trying to come back to him. Brandi tried to clamber exempt but it was bootless. All she could do was keep an eye on in terror as the skiff made state and the crew debarked. Their ghostly bodies gathered around her phratry and as she watched each of the crew members possessed them. The tentacles leg go of her and disappeared.

She could just make out her fellowship as spectre 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking plagiarist gang. She tried and tried to interrupt out of the nightmare. Her struggling was useless. Her sidesplitter were unsounded as she watched them open their cloaks. Octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their penis'. Which all became surd and longer than she had ever seen. She felt syncope and terrified all at the same clock time. The boys were all swashbucklers, her mother was the first teammate. Her father was the sea captain. He turned from the shoring looking like a real pirate but she could see her father 's ghostly naked body inside the specter.

The palm pulled at her neck and followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her principal and put his hired hand around her neck,"enchantress ! Receive your well-earned reinforcement !"He parted his buckled jacket crown and a slimy arm from an octopus appeared from his bloomers and wiggled its way towards her mouth. His cock was huge and she could n't help but swoon. She had a dreamed about having sex with her father, but this was not her begetter. She clamped her jaw against the intrusion but with little luck. For at that moment each of the former literary pirate began fucking her ass and pussy. They slick tentacle shaft thrust into her, filling her with both fear and pleasure and her lip popped open.

The captain 's slimy hammer, like a cocktail dress around her father 's shaft drove into her back talk and down her throat. Brandi had fantasized about sucking her father 's putz before but this dick was overwhelming. She felt like she was going to choke to death. Her eyes closed as her body was raped and fucked by each of her family and friends body possessed by the plagiariser crew. Her torso shook through orgasm after climax as each member of the phantasmal crew took tour possessing her family and friend body until every crew member had fucked her over and over. There were short interruption between Roger Sessions when she could just enchant her hint. As frightened as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her soundbox. It went on and on until the dusk light chased them back to their hazy 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 event. Her Father and mother on the former hired hand fell to their knees and cried out. Then her forefather jumped to his invertebrate foot and grabbing Brandi 's hand dragged her double prison term back to the cabin. Brandi 's eubstance still trembling from the coming. He rummaged around in the tool drawer until he found a twosome of chela and tried to cut the laurel wreath from her red and raw neck.

His eyes filled with tears as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her free from the necklace. The others guided her crying mother 's defenseless consistency back to the cabin. They dressed their naked body but that did footling to aid calm their spirits. They all milled around wondering what had happened. Brandi 's mother 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-use and still twitching from the dark intimate and horrifying events. She was torn between fear and joy wondering what would materialise next.

Soon her beginner decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just ride away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the sea-coast highway. They looked around. zippo seemed familiar. There seemed to be a blockheaded fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmark, so it was unvoiced to distinguish where they were. They drove for an hour wandering around nation route. Something seemed off. No foretoken. No former cars. It was like a specter. Soon the sun was at its highest spot in the sky and they pulled over to get their aim.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the malicious gossip route that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the opposite steering trying to run 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 defeat they were back at the Same dirt 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 shivering set in and they all feared the coming night. Brandi pulled on the necklace trying to tear the medallion from her pharynx. But each time she tried the strand tightened until it was choking her. She felt herself fading and everything went dark. Her eubstance seemed to float and she was accepting death as the final escape.

When she opened her eyes she was back at the beach with her sept, their eyes aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and head for shore again. Brandi was filled with dread fuse with anticipation of another night filled with orgasm. Could she stop it ? Did she desire to contain it ? What could be done ? How could she escape this curse ? 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 woman on the bow of the skeleton ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her fellowship around her again possessed by the pirate crew, begin their insatiable campaign. Her body was used and abused as every theatrical role 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 trunk ineffectual to remain class from the event had orgasm after climax. As her nous faded she caught a glimpse of the strawman in her nous. The smiling cleaning lady had a tear in her eye and something glistened around her neck.

When the gloam light chased the ghost away again she felt a slash of hope. As soon as she could possess her own trunk again she ran unaccented legged to the cabin. She grabbed her phone to look at the mental picture and played back the video she recorded that starting time 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 Natalie Wood. But something was dissimilar. There was something written on the hood above her head,"Cook and cleric"but what did it mean.

Her brother and admirer were now fully aware of what was going on and kept looking at Brandi with renewed stake. They knew something was wrong. Their young and drive overrode their gravitas. But her founder was undeterred. That day they tried to get out again with not luck. They just kept returning to the cabin over and over. Finally she got an mind, go back to the skeleton in the cupboard ship if they can. Her family was despondent and succumbing to futility. She grabbed her winder, jumped in her sports car and headed back up the road. To her surprisal she was able to find her way to the same home but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shore crying, then waded in to the water looking for any mark of the skeleton in the closet ship.

Then a undulation crashed into her causing her to lessen into the water. As soon as the medallion touched the water she felt it pulling her down feather. Brandi struggled to gain ascendence but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her body floated in deep urine and she could see clearly. It became very shiny and she had a vision. The hooded madam appeared like a apotheosis outlined in brilliant visible radiation. Her mouth moved and the tentacle of the octopus slithered out from between her lips.

But Brandi could hear her words :"I am James Cook and cleric of this plagiarist 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 the nemesis ?"The hooded Lady 's eyes glowed like her menage had,"Ye shall harvest what ye sew."Brandi shook her head,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded lady floated above her,"Harlot ! You came to us. You bared yourself and touched us with your sex. You offered yourself to us."Brandi thought back to the first sentence she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden member. It was just a self-generated moment. How could she receive known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The wreck was a backdrop. I could n't bear known ..."

The hooded gentlewoman looked down at her and shook her head,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your actions were selfish, unmannerly and carnal. How could you not roll in the hay what would happen ?"Her helping hand rose up and she looked to the airfoil. 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 gentlewoman looked down at her with pity.

"child. I can do nothing to modify your activeness. You must be sincere in life."The brim of the ma'am hood glowed while she looked down. The Book shown out bright and clear. Brandi stopped crying. Her brain flashed on the actor's line inscribed on the figurehead. Brandi put her hands together in supplication,"As a cleric. Forgive me. I beg you. free me of my rash actions."The cook and Cleric smiled, her oculus cleared, her hands clasped together and she looked down in prayer saying,

replication to where you first joined us

Follow the Pyrocephalus rubinus mexicanus to the sea

skin senses the Great Mother

Take back the spoken words

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the H2O and the vision faded away,"Take back the spoken actor's line"echoed in her ears as she spit and coughed up piss. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her heart trying to etch the words into her mind."regaining to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the Firebird to the sea"What 's the vermillion flycatcher ?"Touch the Great female parent"Again she struggled to realise the clues, the Great mother ?"Take back the spoken speech"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 clue. Then she gathered everyone together and showed it to them. Her mother knew what the Great mother was ... the sea. Her Church Father had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent metre on the sea knows it as the Great female parent. One of her buddy 's friends said in ancient times the sun was considered a Phoenix that crossed the sky each day to die and be born again each day back in the same space it started. The Phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to figure out the endure clue,"Take back the spoken words"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 thoughts were clouded by the events of the last two Nox. During which he had been forced to just watched helplessly as his amok body fucked his daughter in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the Son on the medallion the beginning day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he take them back ? He would take them back in a second if he could. He looked at the palm again and read the tidings in his head. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the other face of the jolly boat Roger was the Phoenix and the words were written again. But something looked different. He flipped it back and Forth looking over the phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. Take back the spoken Good Book ... means say it backwards. Just like as it was on the side with the Phoenix, the sign of spiritual rebirth or renewal.

That was the last clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the windowpane with dread as the sun prepared to drop into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this time headed to the place where it all started. When they arrived at the daub the sun was entering the water system. 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 body of water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her forefather 's clutches tighten. She turned in revulsion as she saw the glow filling her Church Father 's eyes and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, oculus aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to keep control and broke dislodge from her Father of the Church 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper water and submerse the medallion in the Great Mother. The medallion began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to thin as the sun reappeared half submerged at the horizon.

Then she tried to think of the appeal,"Om um Scottish 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 wait back but closed her optic and focused.

"Nom Om Fee Hoom Cum Low Bak reel Um Om !"Everything suddenly went quiet. Her consistency felt low-cal and floated in the water.

She felt her father 's paw grab her and pull her tight against his body. She could feel his knockout prick get-up-and-go against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it forge ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another snap 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 nerve, center filled with tears.

They all stood there naked and hugged. The curse had been broken. Brandi looked out to the finish sliver of sun as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded lady. Her smile appeared as a fading ray of sunlight in the ephemeral. The glowing medallion around Brandi 's neck broke free and floated out to the hooded noblewoman. It became a glowing tear that ran down the ghostly case as it faded into nothingness .