–A Ghostly nates - rescript

Brandi was driving to the summer beach cabin in her play car. Bikini clad and sunglasses, she rides the coast highway with the wind in her haircloth. Her bold self-confidence had been spurred by her social sensitive presence. Her following cheered at her antic. Half-naked mannerism, risque positions and her habit of making routine things look sexual. She loved it and even tho she would never give it away, she teased and tempted her viewers regularly.

Her eyes always looking for the future big selfie. As she rounds a corner, she sees the skeleton in the closet of an old ship washed up on the beach. A recent violent storm must take in washed it ashore. The spur and a few rib are all that 's left. The front of the back has a figurehead that looks like a giant member and she is spurred to post it on social medium. She pulls off the road and works her way through the scrub and seaweed with her prison cell phone until she reaches it.

The figurehead is covered with seaweed and Brandi brushes the long strands free. As she does the total skeleton in the cupboard surges. She grabs onto the giant phallus to catch herself. She feels a pulse surge through the Grant Wood like a heartbeat. Looking close small fling in the forest seemed to mend themselves. The carving starts to become to a greater extent detailed as if returning to its master copy beauty. She takes pictures of the amazing transformation. The more she wipes the seaweed and rubs away sandpaper the to a greater extent the figurehead reverts to a cloaked maiden. Its grimace faded and holler. She brushes its cheeks with sudden empathy. Stepping back it continues to transform.

The particular became clearer the more she watches it. Brushing the face Brandi can see the feature of speech revert as the eyes and impudence seem to come to spirit. 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 wholly figure seems to intumesce and when a Wave crashes on the beach, a small blob of sea froth forms on the very top making it await like a big hard tool with a drop curtain of cum at the tip. Brandi smiles with a sly grin, climbs into the carcass of the ship and gets her tv camera phone ready. Selfie time.

She gets into spot with her bikini covered derriere against the dick of the strawman. She bends over so the picture shows her face, cleavage and her extend butt against what looks like a Brobdingnagian prick. She pauses. No. That wo n't do she thinks. Reaching back she slips her bottoms off. Then she wiggles her pass right up against the wooden gibe. Again she feels a pulse as the skeleton surges in the waves. Starting the telecasting recording she makes a repose sign and sticks out her spit.

Then she rubs her ass up and down on the piece of Ellen Price Wood. Again the wreck vibrates and a sudden waving splashes H2O up the spine surprising her. The ocean piddle wets her private parts as the Natalie Wood between her cheeks waggle. It feels strangely familiar as it pulses. She turns back to take care at the penis when a second wave sends water up the straw man causing it to squirt out the top and nebulizer down on her hair, face and cleavage like a giant ejaculation.

Her mouth was undefended in surprise and she got a mouthpiece good. The ocean water tasted thick and salty. It made her revolt and she spit it out but not before swallowing some of it. Something in the water system tasted funny remark. She coughed and wobbled as the systema skeletale shook again. Her ass bumping up against the wood like a jolty ride as it shook again. Something felt like it tickled her ass causing her to jump away. Her crotch started tingling and flushed with heat. Brandi wiped her grimace and stopped the picture. She spit again as she felt something tighten in her stomach.

header towards her car she felt wobbly and faint in the peg. Her fork and ass burned and tingled as she walked through the loose sand and low shrubbery. Her mammilla got firmly and tender the more she walked. Part way up to where she had left the car she had to stop. Her breather was short and she felt her stomach turn. Looking back at the skeleton of the ship her soundbox thresh about and shook. The big prick of a masthead seemed to be pumping up and down as she watched. Then she dropped to her knee joint with a sudden overwhelming blossom. It felt like an coming 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 fanny purview 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 rear view mirror and suddenly slammed on the breaks. For there in the mirror was a ghostly apparition of a pirate captain. His outstretched hand was covered in seaweed. She turned her head word back to where the vision should throw come from but there was nothing.

She got horripilation all over and her expression turned snowy. '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 supply that caused her to see visions. She sat there trying to settle herself when mortal honked their horn. She had stopped in the centre of the highway and traffic was building up.

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

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

She felt strange, horrific. Something was out there but she could n't focus. She felt so worn out and shopworn. The sudden excitement and climax had sapped her vigor. Maybe laying down would help. The walkway to her room was wobbly and she leaned on the threshold frame looking into the attenuation Light. Her bags had been piled on the bed. Brandi felt level again and dove 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 drive. Her mind played back a busybodied bunch on her father 's sauceboat. But her Father of the Church looked dissimilar. When she tried to look unaired at him, his face transformed into an evil figure of speech. 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 plagiarist, her father the captain from her vision in the car.

Suddenly she is startled awake when her Father comes to get her for dinner. He notices a medallion around her neck opening 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 amber with a phoenix on one side, Jolly Roger on the other. As she looked closely, words appear around the circumference of the Jolly Roger. It spooked her and she tried to demand it off. No clench on the chain and it wo n't slue over her head. How did it get around her neck opening ?

Looked in the mirror again she sees the pirate captain standing directly behind her. His outstretched arm reaching for the medallion. She is terrified. Spinning around she finds nothing but the unornamented bathrobe that is always hanging there. She returns to the living room where everyone is set for dinner party. Brandi shows her father the writing on the palm.

He reads it aloud with everyone hearing,"Om um Scottish reel bak low cum hoom fee om nom"then their optic shine for a moment. Brandi 's optic grow big as saucers upon seeing their response. No one else seems to feature noticed but they all blink and coggle. Everyone look lightheaded for a present moment but it passes and they all sit down to their meal. The hair on the back of her neck raises as she feels that strange twist in her tum again.

That night she has trouble falling asleep. Her hand holding the medallion she finally falls into a late sleep. Her dream quickly turns to nightmare as she feels something slimy wrapping around her articulatio radiocarpea and mortise joint pulling her spreadeagled. She wanted to struggle but as she tried the remaining weapon of an devilfish slid along her position. Two wrapped around her boob, one wanted in her mouth 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 purge or sustain diarrhea, or both. She ran to the bathroom and sat on the gutter. Then she put the wastebasket between her knees. Brandi tried to keep it together but she was tired and closed her eyes. Her consistence felt stuck and when she tried to move, she could n't. Like a Brobdingnagian suction cup the toilet held her ass in place. As she sat there she felt the worthless tentacles of the Octopus from her originally nightmare pushing into her ass and pussy. She tried to jiggle resign but they just kept slipping in. They twisted cryptic into her and she felt them reach her heart which began racing.

She could n't bar it and she was too frightened to squall out. She opened her eyes and there in the corner was the pirate captain again. His outstretched hired hand and his evil stare. Then she felt the palm ascension up and pull on her neck as it tried to bring back to him. The tentacles were sliding and twisting inside her and she felt something coming to a head. Like she was going to burst. Her center was pounding and her breath struggled to calm her. Suddenly she jerked awake. She was alone in the lavatory. Only the robe hanging on its draw. Then her bowels let go, she threw up and emptied out.

That helped adjudicate her down and she washed and returned to bed. But that was n't the end of the night. Brandi crashed back on the bed and straight person to sleep. 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 shack echoed in her caput. It was all around her. She cautiously opened her centre and there was a strange radiance in the room.

Brandi looked around to see her family and Friend standing around her. Naked. Their middle glowing and their back talk moving to the chant. As their arms raised from their face she felt herself swim bladder into the air. Her trunk was building to a huge orgasm as the tentacles kept caressing her. She could n't move. She could n't agitate. She could n't cry out as she orgasmed. Everyone walked to the beach in the dark guiding Brandi 's hovering trunk. Brandi could see a buddy-buddy fog just off shore and her father turned and seemed to cantillate towards it. As he did the figurehead from the shipwreck appeared from the fog. It looked new, painted and polished.

Then the bow of the ship took form. She could just construct out the bod of the ships cruise when a humble skiff drifted into flock. The speech sound of oars staining against old wood rose from the water system. The pirate captain stood at the front man with his outstretched paw. The medallion strained at her neck again trying to generate to him. Brandi tried to struggle free but it was fruitless. All she could do was watch over in holy terror as the skiff made land and the bunch debarked. Their ghostlike bodies gathered around her phratry and as she watched each of the crew fellow member possessed them. The tentacles leg go of her and disappeared.

She could just make out her family as ghostwriter 's of themselves floating inside the very real looking plagiarizer crew. She tried and tried to give way out of the incubus. Her struggling was useless. Her riot were silent as she watched them afford their cloaks. octopus tentacles slithered out and formed their penis'. Which all became backbreaking and farsighted than she had ever seen. She felt syncope and terrified all at the same time. The boys were all swashbucklers, her female parent was the 1st better half. Her Father of the Church was the captain. He turned from the shoring looking like a real pirate ship but she could see her Church Father 's ghostly naked body inside the apparition.

The medallion pulled at her cervix and followed him as he got closer and closer. He walked up to her head word and put his mitt around her neck,"Temptress ! welcome your well-earned reward !"He parted his buckled crown and a slimed arm from an Octopus appeared from his pants and wiggled its way towards her mouth. His turncock was huge and she could n't serve but faint. She had a dreamed about having sex with her father, but this was not her father. She clamped her jaw against the intrusion but with trivial luck. For at that instant each of the early pirates began fucking her ass and puss. They slick tentacle prick thrust into her, filling her with both fear and pleasure and her mouth popped open.

The captain 's slimy cock, like a sheath around her Father of the Church 's cock drove into her sassing and down her pharynx. Brandi had fantasized about sucking her father 's cock before but this cock was overwhelming. She felt like she was going to choke to demise. Her middle closed as her body was raped and fucked by each of her kinsfolk and friends bodies possessed by the pirate ship crew. Her trunk shook through orgasm after sexual climax as each fellow member of the ghostly crew took bout possessing her family and protagonist physical structure until every crew member had fucked her over and over. There were brusque pauses between session when she could just catch her breath. As fright as she was she remembered coming over and over as they used her consistence. It went on and on until the fall light chased them back to their stuporous 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 nighttime 's issue. Her father and mother on the former helping hand fell to their knee joint and cried out. Then her father jumped to his feet and grabbing Brandi 's hired man dragged her double time back to the cabin. Brandi 's body still trembling from the sexual climax. He rummaged around in the tool drawer until he found a duet of nippers and tried to cut the palm from her red and raw neck.

His eyes filled with binge as he tried unsuccessfully to cut her unloosen from the necklace. The others guided her crying female parent 's naked body back to the cabin. They dressed their naked bodies but that did minuscule to help calm their hard liquor. 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 organic structure felt used, abused and still twitching from the Nox sexual and frightful events. She was torn between reverence and pleasure wondering what would come about next.

Soon her father decided they had to try to get away. They all jumped into the car and just motor away without packing, preparing or straightening up. They just ran. The car lurched as they made the coast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmarks, so it was heavily to tell where they were. They drove for an time of day wandering around res publica road. Something seemed off. No sign. No other railway car. It was like a phantasma. Soon the sun was at its highest spot in the sky and they pulled over to get their bearings.

When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the poop road that led to the cabin. They had been driving around in circles. They turned the car around and headed out in the diametrical direction trying to escape the incubus. They drove until the sun was getting low in the sky. They pulled over and got out to stretch out their legs. But to their frustration they were back at the same poop road. The cabin was just yards away.

They returned to the cabin to eat something. As they sat staring out the windows, they could see fog rolling in. A chill set in and they all feared the coming night. Brandi pulled on the necklace trying to tear the medallion from her throat. But each time she tried the chain tightened until it was choking her. She felt herself fading and everything went glowering. Her body seemed to float and she was accepting Death as the last escape.

When she opened her eyes she was back at the beach with her class, their eyes aglow watching the phantom skiff appear from the fog and fountainhead for shore again. Brandi was filled with dread ruffle with expectation of another night filled with orgasms. Could she stop it ? Did she want to stop it ? What could be done ? How could she escape this torment ? If that 's what it is. She tried to remember it through. Something about the figurehead. Where this all started. There 's something about the smiling fair sex on the bow of the systema skeletale ship. When Brandi first touched it.

Then she felt her family around her again possessed by the pirate work party, lead off their insatiable effort. Her body was used and abused as every part of her body was used as a sexual toy for their desires. Orgasms flooded her trunk and she loved it. She began drifting in and out as she was fucked and stroked. Her dead body unable to remain separate from the event had orgasm after orgasm. As her mind faded she caught a glimpse of the strawman in her mind. The smiling woman had a tear in her eye and something glistened around her neck.

When the evenfall light chased the ghosts away again she felt a slice of hope. As soon as she could possess her own consistence again she ran weak legged to the cabin. She grabbed her earpiece to look at the photograph and played back the telecasting she recorded that first day. She flipped through it over and over until she noticed it. There around the neck of the hooded woman was the medallion, carved in wood. But something was different. There was something written on the hood above her school principal,"James Cook and Cleric"but what did it mean.

Her crony and friends were now fully mindful of what was going on and kept looking at Brandi with renewed interest. They knew something was wrong. Their youth and drive overrode their lordliness. 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 thought, go back to the skeleton ship if they can. Her family was despondent and succumbing to futility. She grabbed her keys, jumped in her sports car and headed back up the road. To her surprise she was able to find her way to the Saami place but the wreck was gone. She walked to the shore crying, then waded in to the water system looking for any signs of the skeleton ship.

Then a wave crashed into her causing her to fall into the water supply. As soon as the ribbon touched the body of water she felt it pulling her Down. Brandi struggled to gain control but she felt herself transformed. Suddenly her body floated in deep water and she could see clearly. It became very brightly and she had a vision. The hooded Lady appeared like a saint outlined in hopeful ignitor. Her mouthpiece moved and the tentacle of the Octopus slithered out from between her lip.

But Brandi could hear her words :"I am cook and Cleric of this pirate ship ship 'The Barnacle'and the crew you tempted. Now you come to me ?"Brandi pulled at the medallion,"How do I cease this ? How do I recrudesce the curse ?"The hooded dame 's eyes glowed like her kinsfolk had,"Ye shall harvest what ye sew."Brandi shook her head,"No ! Please. I beg you."

The hooded peeress 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 beginning sentence she was there. At the wreck. Her selfie with the big wooden penis. It was just a self-generated present moment. How could she have known ? She cried and begged,"This is not what I meant. The wreck was a backdrop. I could n't have known ..."

The hooded gentlewoman looked down at her and escape from her head,"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your actions were selfish, raw and sensual. How could you not know what would happen ?"Her hands rose up and she looked to the surface. The pee above her began to glow bright again and Brandi felt herself being pulled out of the tribulation. She began to cry again wondering what could be done. As she cried the hooded lady looked down at her with pity.

"Child. I can do nothing to change your actions. You must be sincere in life."The rim of the dame hood glowed while she looked down. The Son shown out bright and clear. Brandi stopped crying. Her Einstein flashed on the Holy Scripture inscribed on the front. Brandi put her men together in appeal,"As a churchman. Forgive me. I beg you. free me of my rash actions."The Cook and churchman smiled, her centre cleared, her manpower clasped together and she looked down in entreaty saying,

Return to where you first joined us

Follow the Firebird to the sea

Touch the Great Mother

proceeds back the spoken word

Brandi felt herself being sucked back as she rose out of the body of water and the vision faded away,"Take back the spoken words"echoed in her ears as she spit and coughed up water supply. She quickly checked her phone but it was waterlogged and useless. She closed her eyes trying to etch the countersign into her thinker."Return to where you first joined us."That 's easy. She 's here now."Follow the scarlet tanager to the sea"What 's the Firebird ?"Touch the Great female parent"Again she struggled to understand the clues, the Great mother ?"Take back the spoken give-and-take"She repeated the words 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 beginner had been a naval man. To anyone who has spent fourth dimension on the sea knows it as the Great Mother. One of her brother 's friend 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 place it started. The phoenix is also called a Firebird.

Great. Now we just need to visualize out the last hint,"return back the spoken words"They all looked at each other trying to think of what it meant. Brandi 's dad looked at the ribbon 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 result of the last two nights. During which he had been forced to just look out helplessly as his possessed body fucked his daughter in every conceivable manner.

Then it struck him. He read the Scripture on the decoration the first of all day. Before all this had started. Could that be it ? How could he occupy them back ? He would take them back in a indorsement if he could. He looked at the medallion again and read the Book in his head. Then he flipped over the medallion. On the early side 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 set phrase. They 're backwards. Then it struck him. look at back the spoken words ... means say it backwards. Just like as it was on the English with the capital of Arizona, the sign of renascence or renewal.

That was the hold up clue and it was getting late. Brandi looked out the window with dread as the sun prepared to drop into the sea. They all piled in the car again but this sentence headed to the spot where it all started. When they arrived at the spot the sun was entering the urine. They all rushed to the shoring and they all groaned when the fog began to shroud the sun."We need to do it ! Now !"Brandi cried. Her founding father joined her in the water as they waded in.

Suddenly she felt her father 's grip tighten. She turned in repulsion as she saw the glow fill her Padre 's optic and they were suddenly naked. She looked around and all of them were heading towards her, naked, eyes aglow. No ! She thought. She struggled to keep ascendency and broke free from her male parent 's grasp. She dove forward to deeper water and submerge the decoration in the Great mother. The medallion began to shine like the sun and the fog seemed to thin as the sun reappeared one-half submerged at the horizon.

Then she tried to recall the charm,"Om um reel ..."No ! It has to be backwards.

"Nom Om Fee Cum ..."NO ! She looked back and her father was getting closer and the others were just behind him. snag began filling her eyes.

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

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

She felt her father 's hands grab her and overstretch her tight against his trunk. She could palpate his punishing dick thrust against her body. She began to cry. Why did n't it work ? She thought to herself. Then she felt another snap her, and another. But something was dissimilar. They were n't moaning or humping at her and she was n't floating in the air unable to move. She opened her eyes and saw her mother 's face, eyes filled with tears.

They all stood there defenseless and hugged. The jinx had been broken. Brandi looked out to the last sliver of sunlight as the sun sank into the see. There in the fog she could see the hooded lady. Her grinning appeared as a fleet ray of sunlight in the ephemera. The glowing ribbon around Brandi 's neck opening broke free and floated out to the hooded Lady. It became a glowing tear that ran down the ghostly face as it faded into nothingness .