The sun peaked over the pasturage covered hilltop, its top reflected in the sprawling ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a short intimation and knocked three times on the large wooden door. Nothing. She knocked again. Still no result. She took a footfall back from the door, and looked up at the large house stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on two face, a small tunnel through the hill to the left, and cipher but the Pacific Ocean sea, a bluey orangeness hue to the wafture in the morning sunniness, stretching out in front of it. The house itself was grand, if not immense, looking more like a orotund English cottage than something on the west seacoast of America. She took another glance at the windows on the amphetamine f hoping to catch sight of somebody, sighed, then headed down the gravel private road towards the tunnel.
"waiting !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing nothing but a bathrobe. She took two steps back up the path.
"Charlotte, is it ?"the dressed man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his medal soft, his clutch business firm."I'm so sorry, I was in the shower bath. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the situation. Charlie's cheeks flushed too, the gown only just covering his backside as he stepped back privileged
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the declamatory wooden room access behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly clear in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this house ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two set of stairways on either side of the room, rising and meeting a base above in the centre, with doorways at each side, and one in the centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her optic were drawn to the glass case in the centre of the room, containing a large green coloured urn.
"Go through the maiden door on the left please"the man said, snapping her book binding to realness"You can take a seat in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left at the top. The sound of the room access shutting echoed through the Brobdingnagian hall. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the heavy oak room access into the lounge. This room was practically small in sizing, but no less grand. Bookshelves lined the far paries, separated in the Centre by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a boastfully painting depicting an historic conflict scene. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the grim detail making her skin crawl. She spied a large armchair in the corner of the room, and gently placed herself down on it. The chair was much lenient than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable chair. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the undercoat and looked around at the various decoration and accessories in the elbow room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in shape to the one in the hallway, only a lot smaller. The urn itself was null special to look at, the Sami cat valium as the one in the hallway, no hold, and a humble delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain show. She stood up and walked over to the small table it sat on. As she reached out to trump up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be careful with that"the man, now fully attired in a penetrating blue sky pinstriped cause, teamed with a pastel yellow tie"It's very old, and contains the remains of my capital grandfather"Charlie jerked her hands away from the tabular array, standing bolt upright piano, her headway bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing bright red
"It's okay, I don't thinker"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the things I have here. I've gathered artefact from all over the human race in my time, and I take slap-up pride in showing off my collection"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This piece came from Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain short relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"seed on, let me point you around"he gestured.

It was a week before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House sitter. mustiness be able to appease at the sign of the zodiac for 7 twenty-four hours. $ 1000 to be paid on my replication"
"Bit low on item"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the Classical Greek window of her female parent's firm, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that much money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two week before. She had endured a whole twelvemonth of sexist gossip, lewd advances and general creepiness from her political boss, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed slap across his cheek after he'd thought it appropriate to slap her arse for the 3rd fourth dimension that day. She pulled her phone out and dialled the number at the undersurface of the advert
"hello, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's okay, film your prison term"a deep, soothing interpreter replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an ad online for a house Sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her articulation growing in confidence"I look after my mother 's theater all the time, and I've looked after tiddler and th-"
"That's great"the voice replied."It'll be in a workweek, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that light"sure enough"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The voice replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his former whole tone"Can I take your email computer address and I'll send you all of the item"Charlie gave him her details without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the email address, her laptop let out a beep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming droning of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Mon then"
"Thank you Charlotte"the voice replied, before the phone disconnected.
"Huh"Charlie thought to herself, before smiling widely and leaping to her feet/ A thousand clam. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her intellect began to wash. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a just job, she could do this all the meter. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the male chauvinist prick and his gobshite of an helper. She spent the rest of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to slumber that night, she remembered the e-mail. She clicked it outdoors and started to read.
"Charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Gregory XVI swung open the last door in the left wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the house, bar a twosome of room ("The passkey bedroom and his study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privateness of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibration to them. As the door to the guest room swung open, she was surprised at the direct contrast. Soft magnolia walls, present-day decor, 4k TV wall hanging on the wall across from the bed. A laptop computer on a desk, and a lozenge resting next to it. Through another room access in the room, an en-suite cascade room. It was like someone had dropped a high quality hotel way into a quaint house on the CA coast.
"I like to build indisputable my guest are comfortable"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my particular tastes"He picked the pad of paper up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the functions of the house. The warming and hot water system. The lighting ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the spark dimmed, then brightened again"... the auditory sensation system ...."a tap brought strains of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarm system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any nutrient or drink, just order of magnitude through this. Please don't go to excess though, keep it to one takeaway a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency brake, 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 button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a live webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in trouble, there are buttons in each room. These will contact the police and fervency departments and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll head straight house"He smiled at Charlie, the laugh lines on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an older man, he was in fantastic form. On the enlistment of the house, he'd told her he would turn 70 side by side year, but anyone looking at him would say betimes 50's at the oldest. His SALT and pepper whisker swept over to the right, and a perfectly placid nerve interrupted only by a blackamoor pencil mustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangster. ‘ Suave'was the Scripture that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"okey"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist joint"I'll be heading off, my planing machine leaves soon"they headed down the steps and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me lie with"He picked up two grip from near the front room access and headed out to the car sat on the drive. Gently placing his causa in the tree trunk, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this charlotte, , I really appreciate it. I'll give you a ready call when I arrive to check how things are going"Charlie nodded in response Percival slid his tall figure behind the roulette wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of mickle. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the client room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful repositing hunter show playing to no-one in fussy. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antiquated property. Playing music in random elbow room, messing with the Inner Light, 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 place labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the double she saw on the photographic camera. She'd worked out she could displace the tv camera, and spent the next 10 minutes point them into the quoin of every elbow room. As she was flicking from room to room, something caught her eye. In the elbow room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old English public home ), on a small ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottles of feeling, was another one of the K urns. big than the one in the waiting area, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tablet on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing stairway and into a room in the right hand wing of the planetary house. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the threshold of the room unfold, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the 1st fourth dimension. He'd told her she could drink any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to avoid the hopeful wild blue yonder bottles beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 nursing bottle were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed heterosexual person for the putting surface urn nestled between vintage bottles of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left hired man, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free hoop in its backwash. The urn was oddly warm to the touching, like it had a lit candela, or some other high temperature source inside. Setting it down on the bar, she stared at it. The small lid had rocked gently to one side when she set it down. Charlie pondered what to do next. She considered Percival's password about the little urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her handwriting away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain bushed congener 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 bottom was a minor amount of a fine pulverisation. She gently tipped the urn to one side, sliding the fine dust closer to the possible action 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 pulverisation was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her finger, expecting to see it bleeding. zip. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the powder being spread finely over the dark oak Earth's surface. The pulverisation itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her mitt at the bound of the bar, and began to swing out up the loose dust. There was an initial shock of the coldness and acuity of the pulverization, but this subsided quickly. She felt the imperturbableness bout to warmth as the powder sat in her handwriting, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the gunpowder back in the top, wiping her hands on the back of her dungaree."What the netherworld was that ?"She thought. No sum she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd get it on she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the ledge, being careful to business up the base with the dust doughnut on the shelf. She looked up at the early bottles on the bar. A bottleful of squat Book of the Prophet Daniel was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the ease of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a small drinking glass tumbler and pouring a minuscule measuring rod of the spirit out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now empty glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the pungency of the bourbon. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The longer she stared, the alien she felt. A warmth flooded through her body. A hunger. A desire. She pulled one of her hands away from the bar top, rubbing between her peg through her denim. Slumping back against the solid oak, she slid to the land, her exit hand groping at her breasts through the thin cloth of her t-shirt. She tossed her heading back, letting out a pacify moan, before a deafening siren shattered her delectation, echoing through the old house, shaking the windowpane. She lept to her feet, and ran back upstairs to the guest room. The noise in the way was deafening. She covered her ears, and looked around the room for the source of the strait. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the heavy leafy vegetable button next to the message. The Siren immediately stopped, the auditory sensation replaced by the ringing in Charlie's ears.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ? !"Charlie shouted into the device, partially in anger, partially so she could hear herself.
"The siren ?"Percival questioned"Oh my dear I'm so sorry ! I have it on really loud when I'm in the garden so I know when people are calling, I must make forgotten to wrench it down"he apologised, his boldness in the video feed on the screen flushed with embarrassment."You can deform it down on the call setting on the tablet. I am so bad again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her vocalism now back to her regular intensity, 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 hear that audio that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you sleep together I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a expectant planetary house"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her branch. As she sat chatting with Mr Gregory VII, she felt the whizz that she had felt former. The strange warming aesthesis. She crossed her branch tighter, angling the tablet more towards her fount, while desperately willing herself not go red in the cheeks"I'm sorry Mr. Gregory the Great, I ... .I need to use the john, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"touch me if you need to. And don't forget to turn the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his best wishes and disconnected the 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 jeans down over her buttocks, down to below her knee joint. She plunged her left hand between her wooden leg, rubbing herself through her pantie. Throwing her forefront back in exaltation, she let out a patrician moan, her right on hired hand running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left over tit, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the same icy sensation against her decently chest, making her shriek loudly, the acuteness digging into her, almost finger like. The feeling 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 hips into her hand, her panties soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening claxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her oculus towards the tablet.
"entering : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the fleeceable button to accept the call."Mr Gregory Nazianzen ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry Queen City, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you know I'd arrived"
"But you already did"Charlie thought to herself"Errr….thank you…."Charlie replied
"I hope the Siren 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. Call if you need anything"The cover flashed and the video feed cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a dream ?"It felt so real"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her metrical foot, out down the steps, back into the elbow 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 side of meat. It was evacuate. The urn felt normal, just like ceramic would, smooth and slightly nerveless. 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 tabular array and rolling it into the bunched up balls at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ dog'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the Guest way. As she flopped back down on the bed, the temptress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the tab.
"Incoming : < INVALID ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. total darkness. In the bottom corner, a pocket-size green cursor flashed, then letters slowly appeared, the baptistry modest, just about legible.
"< shut-in ID > Th @ nk u Pr1nc£ss. I am FreE. I am uR pR1ncE
"

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

She swivelled round on the spot, desperately looking around her. nada. Just the window subterfuge gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut the windowpane, looking around her. zero else in the room."Must have been the wind"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the door. It had swung back outdoors, now resting against the flatware coloured doorstop attached to the floor. Suddenly, the TV on the bulwark flickered into life. The screen door was black, with the Lapp green cursor flashing, this time in the top left hand corner.
< invalid ID > THE Amytal HAS BEEN FREED
< INVALID ID > THIS WAS A MISTAKE
< shut-in ID > HE WILL have YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO relaxation
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< shut-in ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed shiny snowy, with a faded image of a masquerade party in the centre of the projection screen before switching off completely. The illumination in the way shut off, leaving just the Orange River glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neck of the woods of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the door, which slammed shut in figurehead of her. She panicked, stood still on the blot, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out cheap, run off towards the windowpane. Before she could contact the window, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her oral fissure. They had the same icy tone as the powder had, the coldness burning into her. She screamed into the helping hand, but nothing came out, just muffled panic. She looked down at the arm around her waist. Where she'd have expected a large, sinewy arm, there was goose egg. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her coat of arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the windowpane. As before, the gelidity began to sink, turning to heat, a heat which felt like it was scorching her sass, and heat sending floods of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The effect vanished, she stumbled backwards, the backs of her knees connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the soft bedding. 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 scream, and felt a tug at her denim. Looking down in revulsion, she watched as her dungaree were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red step-in, then her milky thighs, and down to her articulatio genus. She let out another riot as she felt a prodding her her genitals, and another as her tshirt began to ride up towards her breasts, being pulled over, exposing the red lace of her bra. She felt a abrupt jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one slope. She tried to fight it, but the force-out held her firm, forcing her regard at the television hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the screen still black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An image appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely visible, but there. The the pointer. much big this prison term, so she could understand it from her position prone on the bed
< invalid ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE WILL CONSUME
< invalid ID > THE blueing testament DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to scream again, but suddenly felt an vivid pain, she'd been punched in the belly by a heavyweight packer. The pain got more intense, and spread throughout her abdominal cavity. She screamed once more, the melanise out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the mantle, one hand between the two pillows. The sunlight burnt through a pocket-size gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the top and looked down at her physical structure. She was wearing her black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to sleep in. She felt no annoyance, no anxiety, no terror, no anything. Swinging her wooden leg out of the bed, she rubbed her eyes and wandered into the lav. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her hanker red hair was all bunched up at one slope of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her locks and neatened them up as best she could, before slipping a pilus tie off her radiocarpal joint, gathering her hair's-breadth into a free ponytail off nub behind her drumhead, the end hanging down behind her left shoulder joint. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The previous day she had made sure she looked her outflank to make a in effect first picture on Mr Saint Gregory I. She looked around in the bathroom for any house she'd removed it. A small trash can sat in the quoin of the elbow room, containing a few facial wipes, all smeared with make up. She shook her header and walked into the with child exhibitor arena of the toilet, slipping off her panty, turning the great dial on the far wall and stood under the cascade of beautifully warm water system. Shaking the water from her expression, she rubbed her eyes and considered the events of the late night. What had happened ? Was any of that material ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a hulk Elwyn Brooks White bath towel that hung on a heated wheel near the bathroom door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the guest room, and went to get dressed. She found her clothes from the old day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't remember the Nox before for whatever grounds, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid incubus. The fact her clothes were folded think something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once worn, they were chucked in a crumpled ball and dealt with by the wash simple machine. She pulled on clean article of clothing ( jersey and dungaree, naturally ) and headed downstairs, pad in hand. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the door to the pub room was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tablet, brought the visible light up. On the bar was a chalk, a small measure of liquid in the rear end. Next to it, on its English, the bottle of bourbon she thought she had taken a beverage from the old night. Only void. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the empty bottle and let out a long, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't touch Jack, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her grimace for the outset metre since the previous day."Just a horrible fucking dream"she threw the empty bottle into a tall tripe can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and psyche out of the room, sliding a snooker ball down the board into the balls at the bottom"Must have set these up again too !"She smiled as she closed the door behind her and headed to the kitchen to grab 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 tympanum had just finished stewing. Sat on the windowsill was a small blossom pot, the same bluish honey oil of the urns, with a magnanimous lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoots from its thick unripe stem, crown by a efflorescence deep purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar stool she was perched on, grabbing the butter dish as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally circulate the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the deep, midnight purple she'd seen from across the elbow room to an earthy green, and back again. She leant in finisher, gently cupping the foreland of the flower in her paw. The colours changed again, from the green to a dark pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the flower, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellowness pollen down onto the hand she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the scent hit her anterior naris. Not that it was disgusting, just disappointing, like a buy store scent. She looked down at the pollen on her mitt, which had changed from bright yellow to deep orange. Without thinking, she wiped the back of her manus on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast bum from her T-shirt, she downed the conclusion of her coffee tree and went back up the stairs to the Edgar Albert Guest room, pill in bridge player. As she opened the threshold, she heard the femme fatale ringing, and glanced down at the flashing device in her hand.
entering : PERCIVAL
She tapped the commons release to do"daybreak Mr Gregory, is everything okay ?"
"Good morning 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 potable too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll replace the nursing bottle of whiskey"
"No motive child"Percival replied, a smile on his expression"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 strange dreams the first nighttime 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 nice this dayspring"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a private beach that I own. It's only little, but on a Nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the tv camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the trail in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to claim some soda with you, there's some cooling in the hair-raiser 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 woods, grabbing a brace of keister of cola from the hair-raiser on the way.
Charlie stepped off the tire wooden stairway onto to the white sand below. The beach itself was humble, enclosed on three face by grass-topped drop, the 4th face being gently lapped against by the crystal blue ocean. It felt enclosed, but safe. And it was beyond beautiful. Charlie briefly looked around her, laid the towel down on the ground and began to switch into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a unknown whir. Mechanical, not born. She held the cupful of the bra against her chest, the straps hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the freighter footprint, a diminished fowl, a gloomy purple hue to its plume, sat. It opened its neb, and let out a strange, metal whirr. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could attain it, it fluttered off into the treetops. Charlie sighed. Another magic trick of the intellect. She continued to change, leaving her clothes in a cumulus next to the towel. She sat upright at the end of the towel, afford a can of El Salvadoran colon and downed one-half of it in 3 large gulps. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, 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 dress up and shoving them into the tote bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the small woodland. At the top of the stairs, she saw the same small bird, which let out the same strange whirring noise, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the firm and swinging the room access open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of wearing apparel next to the bed, grabbing the lozenge and ordering a bombastic pizza. Meat fete, extra bacon."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the order of magnitude button, then flicking the big screen TV on. A nature documentary. She want to commute epithelial duct, then noticed the animal. The Sami dame she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the bird in a pleasant English people accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its dark plumage, is indigenous to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any auditory sensation it hears, and has a repute as a prolific lover. As such, their feather are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the snort itself is endangered. It feeds on-"
Charlie had heard enough. Flipping the channel over to a sitcom, she reclined on the bed and waited for pizza.

"Thank you"Charlie took the pizza pie from the delivery man. He stood there ogling her briefly. She realised she was still wearing just her Bikini. 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 threshold before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one script, box in the other, pill tucked under her arm. Charlie dropped the box on the kitchen table and hitched herself up onto the stool. She glanced over at the plant on the windowsill, which seemed much with child than it had this morning time. She shrugged it off as an conjuration of the late afternoon fair weather, and went back to her pizza. Charlie wasn't the grownup lady friend in the mankind, but she could jam pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"helper me wield my figure"she'd recount her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her figure"was curves. Not fat by any mean, but not a eubstance you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curve where she needed them, and a chest of drawers that had got her out of a speeding ticket before.
6 slice later, she closed the box up, leaving the last 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the table, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the window are, leaves and stems billowing out from everywhere. The flower part was now the size of washing machine, the colouration flickering between purple, red, Green and aristocratic. Charlie kicked the professorship out of the way and ran. But not far. A farseeing super C vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her ankle, causing her to trip, She desperately kicked out trying to justify herself. The plant gripped fuddled, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the tabular array, wrapping another vine around her former ankle.
"It's a dream. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me fire up up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine snapshot out and wrapped tight around her neck opening, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant life choked her, before it dropped her face first on the mesa, her articulatio talocruralis still caught by a vine each. She found her cheek column inch from the tablet, which slowly blinked into liveliness. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her foreland back, forcing her to stare at the filmdom. The Saami masquerade flashed briefly on the screen. The green cursor nictitation. 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 peak FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A rosiness FOR MY rosebush
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing scream filled the room, like an enraged banshee. Charlie clasped her deal over her ears, only to suffer a vine party whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to yell, desperately trying to twist free of the vice grasp of the industrial plant. The vine attached to her hair yanked her back, as the two vines holding her articulatio talocruralis pulled apart, spreading her legs painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her dorsum, her subdivision pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at naught in special, just trying to get free. The vines tightened their grip, the one at her pharynx causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the grating stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her second joint. The ankle dressing pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankle to her thighs. She felt a pull at her stifle, and looked down as best she could at her knees being pulled outwards, exposing her completely, only her blue angel striped bikini rump covering her virtually confidant of domain. A slender vine, no thicker than the pin of a hitchhike tacking, crawled up her abdomen, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her Bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 western fence lizard tugs were all took to off the top, exposing her titty to the warm air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the corner of her eye as the two-piece top dropped limply to the land. Her oculus widened as she saw the thinner vines replication, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her pass on knocker, tightening slightly, isolating it from the rest period of her soundbox. Another sparse vine repeated this with her right breast, gripping them firmly. She let out another thigh-slapper as the end of each vine wrapped around her nipples, the unsmooth texture and tightening grip causing a wave of annoyance to shoot through her eubstance. SHe began to furiously buck and wriggle, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the plant life.
"This isn't real number"she kept repeating to herself"This is a incubus. This happens in hentai, not in real lifespan. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't substantial"She squirmed again, the coarseness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to funk in annoyance each time she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a forte howling noise, like a lone Wolf on a winter 's night. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large member, bright yellow in colour, broke through the Centre, expectant petals falling to the floor in their backwash. These vines were thick in comparability to the rest of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the heaviness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waistline, up between her boob then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her mouth to cry, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her lip. The texture was rocky and sticky, the taste acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the spine of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly evade her mouth. Drool ran down her Kuki, dripping down onto her chest. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the former vine was doing, but could n't gain out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't literal"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this nightmare. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her bikini merchantman, and a sharp-worded pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as best she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the ingress to her pussy, followed by acute bother as a boastfully vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulse tentacle, each thrust of its muscular mass causing her to cry in infliction around the stem between her lips. After what seemed an age, she began to palpate the grip of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to swell, the gloss changing to the bass purple of the hoot she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the flora howled again, as tentacle in her kitty-cat stopped briefly and swelled up, putting intense pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her backtalk which suddenly withdrew from her lips and swelled too. She screamed once more before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a thick yellow gel-like substance across her expression, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not get down any of the acrid substance, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a flame hose of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth often quick than she could repel. She swallowed a taste to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her sight twist, fade, then vanish as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the smell of cold water lapping against her legs. She stirred, her forefront foggy, trying to get her bearings. She was lying expression down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the sales booth stuck to small plot of land of the yellow plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her metrical foot. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the screen a message :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellowness IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > care
She angrily gripped the lozenge and sprinted back through the forest to the mansion. Slamming the doorway behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the guest way and furiously made a Call via the pad to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"reply you fucking asshole !"She growled through gritted teeth. A whole minute passed."reply !"she screamed, before flinging the pad across the room, it crashing into the corner of a dresser and smashing into tiny pieces. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her heading, focusing intensely on the filmdom
"commodity eve Charlotte, is everything OK ?"Percival 's figure of speech appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ GOOD forenoon'ME, YOU SICK FUCK !"Charlie screamed at the blind"What the fuck is up with you ? ! Who messes with citizenry doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks multitude ! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression blank
"I could ask you the Lapp question"He said, his voice monotone, devoid of emotion. His trope disappeared from the blind, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar stool. The bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a pocket-sized bundle behind her. The video showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one deal, while using what appeared to be a can of Red Bull as a make-do dildo, forcing it in and out of her mouth. In the video recording, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the table, grabbing the works, which appeared normal sizing, 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 drink in those bottle under the bar."The video provender cut to her grabbing one of the undimmed blue bottle from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing one-half of the nursing bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, confusion in her voice.
"I told you not to touch those nursing bottle for a reason"Percival sounded angry. The feed ficked again to a provender of the front doorway. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knee joint in front of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her foreland in disbelief.
"NO ! THIS DIDN't HAPPEN"
"Those bottles contain a hallucinogenic drug that heightens sexual desires. There are only 20 in the world"Percival stopped and sighed"19 in the earthly concern"The feed cut back to his face. His cheery demeanour was no longer present. A frown adorned his forehead. His mouth, downturned and angry."I trusted you Charlotte. I had hoped you wre different. His mouth opened wide of the mark. His chin narrowed, distorting horrifically, his face appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his headway, leaving two strong Edward Douglas White Jr. balls in his sockets."YOU WILL SUFFER THE FATE OF THE relaxation. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both senior high school 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 rich person elect. AMARILLO & AZUL have BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL TAKE HIS PRIZE"the twisted voice screeched
Charlie stood up and bolted for the door. She had to get away. Far away. She sprinted out of the room, down the stairs and frantically grabbed at the doorway. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the dear window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through closet. She grabbed the turgid saucepan she could get, and began slamming it against the window. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Queen City"Percival 's vocalization echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't stir up them, they'll leave you alone. They will invite you. reject. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T HAVE TOUCHED YOUR material !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 days. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's voice signed off, in a sinister personal manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her head between her knee joint, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the following morning lying on the guest bed, her heart burning from the sun streaming in through the unresolved blinds. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's t-shirt. The clothes she had been wearing the former day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the night before was sat succeeding to her, not a bread on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL give HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the tablet into the window, watching as it forlornly bounced off and rested on the floor unharmed. She rolled over, and started sobbing into the pillow. She was interrupted by the vibration of her phone. ‘ unknown telephoner'
"Hello .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have lots time"A female spokesperson, a Texan accent, rough and grating"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. Fight everyone. innocent us. We are und-"The sound disconnected.
"Hello ? hullo ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No resolution. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her face. She quickly got dressed, wound her tenacious red tomentum into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery assist. Get free. Find that cleaning woman. discovery anyone else trapped by this sociopath"She ran down the steps with a bouncing. Tried the front threshold again. Locked. The windows wouldn't budge the spyglass indestructible. She retreated back up the stairs, the failures not denting her liveliness. She didn't tutelage about the money any more. Just getting unloose. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the night before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the base, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a aggregation of mythical Inka beings, existing as just people of color, with the power able to posses being and object. They are associated with a oath put on Inca cleaning woman who were accused of infidelity, or intimate deviance. It is said that a cleaning lady would be marked with a coloured powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic State Department of heightened intimate desire that left them tormented by imaginary number daemon, inanimate target, plant life or animate being, dependant on the colour applied. In world they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would savour. It was thought that to lift this oath, the women affected were required to please the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the hallucinations. The estimation behind this was that they would experience such a nightmarish experience, that they would be put off intimate encounters forever, and be forever tormented every metre they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four semblance ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eternal hex, forced to endure these intimate nightmares every day for the respite of what inevitably would be a short life. The blue devil, yellow and red gunpowder applied during these rite have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visual sense, but have been found to have no last effects .The greenness pulverisation has been found t-"
Her reading was interrupted by a trashy banging on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door chess opening, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Gregory"the voice shouted in a heavyset Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the way, leaning over the banister looking down into the hall
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a penetrative New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stair,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his hooey"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and hold back us"
"Take what you want, that piece of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any bond to Percival now a upstage memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be careful, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his spouse"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front threshold give and heading into the lounge way. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the planetary house. She smiled, then realised. The doorway was spread. She could leave. They don't know what's going on. She could take the air. Be free. piece of ass the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as potential. She stood up and started to make her way down the steps. As she reached the bottomland, Jar came out of the waiting room, a bombastic cabinet in his arms. As he turned towards the door, he smashed into the Methedrine display case holding the large urn in the hall. The ice shattered with a deafening strait, the urn rocked back and Forth River, before crashing forward to the terra firma, spilling a bright red pulverization across the floor
"JAY YOU FUCKING dunce !"chief shouted at him
"Sorry Boss ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the clay of the urn to one incline and carried on. When both guys were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the threshold, leaving two footmark in the red dust that now covered the hallway. She was outside. Free. She took a look around her, then started to run. She had barely made a pace when a large script clamped down on her shoulder. The hand was at least twice the size of a normal human hand. She swivelled around. There stood Boss. Only not quite Boss. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet marvelous, his mouth was wide open, infernal looking, his tongue, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a snake in the grass 's rather than a human. His eyes were bright red, save a small horizontal slit of bright white.
"Rojo will deliver his princess"Boss roared at her, his voice distorted, his accent as far from Boston as you could envisage. He wrapped a large brawny arm around her waist, hoisting her off the ground, hauling her spinal column into the house. She kicked out, screaming and shouting, desperately trying to crusade him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to follow him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to Boss, only shorter with a much with child stomach. Charlie was carried into the bar elbow room, and thrown onto the snooker tabular array. A giant hand forced her grimace into the green cloth, pinning her pile. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to resist. Her arms were unblock. 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 make liaison. She heard a thunder, and felt the hand airlift from her point. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the board, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at hirer, cracking him square in the side 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 heed, a little drip of stemma seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major league hurler truth, smacking off his skull with a sickening cracking. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her oral cavity. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the hand, to no effect.
"Got her Boss"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"party boss roared back."This puta likes balls. Give her balls"he ordered, the Bean Town creeping back in. There was clearly some role of these guy that knew what they were doing, demon or no monster. Jay grabbed one of the red egg surrounding them on the table. He removed his hand from her mouth and tried to force the ball between her rim. Charlie held house, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"surface up puta"Jay barked in his garble tone, digging his fingers sharply into her collar bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the ball between her lips. The ball was uncomfortably orotund, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the distinguishable stretching sound of tape, and looked in its counsel. Boss had a pealing of thick chocolate-brown packing tapeline in his hired man, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the back of her straits in his huge hand, and began to wrap the tape measure around her head, over the ball in her back talk, and being very careful not to trap any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass turn. Charlie's tried desperately to stuff Boss away, to no help, his size of it 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 measure around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the former arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out leap by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these ski binding, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo hold his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's tee shirt, one helping hand on each breast, and tore the blue cotton wool from her flesh in one trend. Charlie began to scream, as loud as she could, the clod muting the audio to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her denim, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than than a wrap on a umber bar, discarding them in a similar manner. Charlie sat in her underwear, a scowl on her typeface, a determination in her eyes. Boss grabbed her by the throat, Jay lay on the prorogue beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that gruesome demonic smile on his case, stroking his shaft with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the rest of his body, and was now easily 14 in long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his free hand, grabbing her scanty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loudly hacking noise, as Jay spat spittle into the palm of his hand, running it along the lance of his enlarged penis. party boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his peter touched her motherfucker, boss stopped, and climbed on the mesa in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's eyes widened, and she started sobbing at the sentiment of what was to number. Almost simultaneously, both demon drove into her. She felt like she was being buck apart. The pain in the neck of her twat stretching, and the massive clash in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to blockade out the pain

hand, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay spat spittle into the palm of his deal, running it along the cock of his enlarged phallus. Boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his turncock touched her SOB, Boss stopped, and climbed on the board in front end of her. He was even bighearted than Jay. Charlie's center widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to hail. Almost simultaneously, both ogre drove into her. She felt like she was being bust apart. The pain of her snatch stretching, and the massive clash in her asshole almost caused her to pass out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to occlude out the pain. weeping ran down her face, over the browned tape holding the globe inside her mouth. She had to offend free, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, small waving of joy coming between the shock of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the totality of his distance inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the white slits glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an estimation. She stretched her subdivision back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmical pounding became faster and harder. The denseness on the fiend faces intensified. Charlie took another expression, then as hard as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's head, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the split halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one side, driving the snapped end of the cue as hard as she could into the slope of hirer's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't John Donald Budge from her arm, and drove straight into his synagogue. The whiteness pussy in his eyes vanished, the middle fading from hopeful red to black. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her belt down onto Jay, his turncock buried clod trench into her. She withdrew the shard of Natalie Wood, a jet of pedigree following it. She unwrapped the tape from her decent arm, freeing the Sir Henry Wood, then, grasping it in her handwriting, repel it intemperately into the face of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit Sir Thomas More resistance, and Jay roared in agony, throwing both her and Boss off him onto the trading floor. She pulled herself off Boss's now flaccid penis, yanking the magnetic tape from her sassing and forcing the ballock out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spit that had built up on the prone body of Boss. Time to go. She looked over at Jay, lying on the tabular array, writhing in agony. The once commons baize now stained with spirt of bright red pedigree. She ran from the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a pile of corner in the hallway, full of Percival's belongings, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the door, she pulled at the front room access. it swung undecided with ease. The van sat there on the driving, back threshold open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the number one wood side door outdoors. Keys in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her understructure on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then nil. No power. The van died less than 2 metres from the tunnel.
"roll in the hay FUCK shtup shtup FUCK ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in defeat, slamming her paw on the van steering bike, sounding the automobile horn with each slam. She angrily kicked the doorway and went to jump off out of the van. She felt a tightening across her dresser. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the Black fabric. As she was struggling, a face appeared around the threshold, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”