The sun peaked over the grass covered brow, its top reflected in the straggly ocean behind her. Charlie gtlanced at her watch. 6:47am. She took a scant breather and knocked three times on the heavy wooden door. naught. She knocked again. Still no resolution. She took a step back from the door, and looked up at the large theater stood in front of her. Nestled in the hillside, surround by trees on two sides, a low tunnel through the hill to the leftfield, and zippo but the Pacific Ocean Ocean, a bluey orange hue to the waves in the break of the day sunshine, stretching out in front of it. The house itself was grand, if not huge, looking more like a large English language bungalow than something on the west coast of the States. She took another glance at the windowpane on the amphetamine f hoping to catch sight of someone, sighed, then headed down the gravel driveway towards the tunnel.
"time lag !"
She turned back to see a man stood at the door, wearing null but a bathrobe. She took two step back up the path.
"Queen City, is it ?"the garmented man asked, holding out a hand. Charlie tentatively grab a hold and shook it, his palms soft, his grip firm."I'm so bad, I was in the shower. Please, come in, I'll be down in a moment"he blushed, clearly embarrassed at the post. Charlie's nerve flushed too, the robe only just covering his backside as he stepped back inwardly
"His married woman's ?"She thought to herself, closing the declamatory wooden door behind her. She looked around the large hallway she found herself in, her mouth slightly open in awe.
"How does a room this big fit in this mansion ?"she thought to herself, marvelling at the two sets of stairways on either side of the elbow room, rising and meeting a base above in the centre, with doorways at each position, and one in the nerve centre, Casting her gaze downwards, her eyes were drawn to the trash grammatical case in the centre of the room, containing a large leafy vegetable coloured urn.
"Go through the showtime door on the left please"the man said, snapping her spine to realness"You can take a derriere in the lounge."Make yourself comfortable"He smiled then walked up the left field set of stairs, vanishing through the door to the left hand at the top. The speech sound of the door windup echoed through the vast hallway. Charlie glanced to her left, and pushed through the arduous oak door into the couch. This elbow room was much smaller in size of it, but no lupus erythematosus gilded. Bookshelves lined the far wall, separated in the centre by a rather grand fireplace. Sat above the fireplace, was a gravid house painting depicting an historical fight view. Charlie shuddered as she look at it, the macabre detail making her skin crawl. She spied a boastfully armchair in the turning point of the way, and gently placed herself down on it. The chairman was much indulgent than she expected, causing her to fall back into the deceptively comfortable professorship. She shuffled herself forwards so her feet were back touching the ground and looked around at the various decoration and supplement in the room. He eyes were drawn to another urn, similar in configuration to the one in the hall, only lots smaller. The urn itself was nothing especial to look at, the Same green as the one in the hallway, no handgrip, and a small delicate lid perched in the top. She couldn't put her finger on why, but she felt drawn to it, despite its plain appearance. She stood up and walked over to the small table it sat on. As she reached out to outdo up the small pot, she heard a voice,
"Please be heedful with that"the gentleman, now fully attired in a sharp blue pinstriped suit, teamed with a pastel yellow-bellied tie"It's very old, and contains the corpse of my large grandpa"Charlie jerked her hands away from the tabular array, standing bolt upright, her chief bowed slightly.
"I ... I'm sorry, I didn't kn-"she started, her cheeks flushing brilliant red
"It's OK, I don't judgment"the gentleman smiled"all I ask it that you're careful with the matter I have here. I've gathered artefact from all over the world in my time, and I take great pride in showing off my assembling"he walked over and scooped up the urn"This man came from Republic of Peru, along with several others"he smiled at Charlie"They don't all contain abruptly relatives though !"he laughed. Charlie nervously chuckled back at him"ejaculate on, let me demonstrate you around"he gestured.

It was a hebdomad before she's answered the advert.
"WANTED. House brood hen. must be able to delay at the house for 7 mean solar day. $ 1000 to be paid on my return"
"Bit low on particular"she had thought to herself, as she sat slumped on her bed, peering out through the dome window of her mother's house, into the street below."But where else am I gon na get that very much money for doing nothing ?"She had left her job two hebdomad before. She had endured a all year of sexist comments, raunchy advancement and full general creepiness from her Bos, and had finally snapped and march out, not before landing a well-aimed smacking across his face after he'd thought it earmark to slap her behind for the third time that day. She pulled her headphone out and dialled the number at the merchantman of the advert
"how-do-you-do, Gregory residence"
"Err, hi ... I, errr"Charlie stuttered
"It's hunky-dory, convey your time"a trench, soothing phonation replied, putting Charlie swiftly at ease.
"Thanks, errr, I saw an advertizing online for a house sitter, I was wondering if you were still looking for one ?"She asked, her voice growing in sureness"I look after my mother 's house all the clock time, and I've looked after tiddler and th-"
"That's great"the representative replied."It'll be in a workweek, are you able to do then ?"
"...."Charlie sat silent, wondering if it could really be that well-situated"certain"she finally replied
"Fantastic !"The representative replied excitedly, differing alarmingly from his late tone"Can I bring your email address and I'll send you all of the details"Charlie gave him her point without hesitating. Almost immediately after ending the electronic mail address, her laptop let out a bleep, as an email dropped into her inbox.
"Has that come through ?"the gentleman asked, his voice reverting to the calming drone of before
"It has, thank you"Charlie replied"I'll see you next Monday 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 dollars. A house to herself. She'd hit the jackpot. Her mind began to raceway. What if this guy went away a lot ? If she did a honest job, she could do this all the clip. She wouldn't need a job. She wouldn't need to go back to the sexist slit and his gobshite of an assistant. She spent the repose of the day almost floating on air. Before she went to slumber that dark, she remembered the email. She clicked it open and started to read.
"charlotte. Thank you for agreeing to look after my home. I leave at 7:30am on Monday. Please be there before I leave. My address is below.

Thank you again.

Percival Gregory the Great"



"... ..and finally, here is the guest bedroom"Percival Gregory swung open the last door in the will wing of the house. He had shown Charlie around the rest of the business firm, bar a couple of suite ("The headmaster bedroom and his field of study, which I'm sure you'll respect the privacy of"), all of which had the same vintage ‘ museum-y'vibe to them. As the doorway to the guest room swung afford, she was surprised at the contrast. flaccid magnolia walls, contemporary decor, 4k TV hanging on the paries across from the bed. A laptop on a desk, and a lozenge resting next to it. Through another door in the room, an en-suite shower room. It was like someone had dropped a high lineament hotel room into a quaint sign of the zodiac on the CA coast.
"I like to gain sure my client are well-heeled"Percival smiled"I know not everyone appreciates my picky tastes"He picked the tab up from the desk and showed it to Charlie"This controls all of the office of the theatre. The warming and hot weewee. The firing ..."he slid his finger along the screen and the lights dimmed, then brightened again"... the sound system ...."a tap brought straining of Beethoven into the room, another tap dismissing it"... the alarum system and CCTV can be viewed too. If you need any nutrient or tope, just order through this. Please don't go to excess though, celebrate it to one takeout food a day"he chuckled to himself."In an emergency, you can reach me using this app"He tapped on the screen and immediately his sac began to bleep. He pulled his sound out, pressed a button and showed Charlie the screen, showing a subsist webcam feed from the tablet."And finally, if you're really in worry, there are buttons in each elbow room. These will contact the police and fire department and they'll be here in 20 minutes. They'll also contact me and I'll read/write head straight home"He smiled at Charlie, the laughter railway line on his aged face crinkling slightly as he did. Charlie looked back at him. For an aged man, he was in fantastic conformation. On the tour of the house, he'd told her he would become 70 following year, but anyone looking at him would say ahead of time 50's at the oldest. His salt and pepper hair swept over to the rightfulness, and a perfectly smooth grimace interrupted only by a disgraceful pencil mustache, evoking memories of 1930's gangster. ‘ Suave'was the Holy Scripture that came to mind when Charlie looked at him. He towered over her, easily 6'4"tall, compared to her short 5'3 ”.
"okeh"he smiled again"I think that's everything"He glanced down at his wrist"I'll be heading off, my plane leaves soon"they headed down the steps and into the hallway"Remember, if you need anything, let me jazz"He picked up two bag from near the front door and headed out to the car sat on the parkway. Gently placing his caseful in the bole, he turned to Charlie"Thank you for this Queen City, , I really take account it. I'll give you a quick call when I arrive to check how thing are going"Charlie nodded in reception Percival slid his tall human body behind the wheel of his car, and slowly drove off through the tunnel and out of pot. Charlie stepped back inside and gently closed the door.

Charlie sat on the node elbow room bed, the tablet on her lap, the TV on, some god-awful storage Orion show playing to no-one in particular. She was engrossed in the level of modern technology crammed into this seemingly antediluvian property. Playing euphony in random rooms, messing with the lights, and checking out the CCTV television camera. This guy had them everywhere. And not just inside. Through the pad of paper, she'd found that there's a garage somewhere, and a space labelled as"TOOL-01 ”, which she assumed was a workshop somewhere, judging by the paradigm she saw on the camera. She'd worked out she could proceed the cameras, and spent the adjacent 10 hour point them into the corners of every elbow room. As she was flicking from way to room, something caught her eye. In the room labelled"BILLIARD-01 ”, ( a room containing a large snooker table, decorated like an old side populace business firm ), on a small ledge behind the bar, nestled between bottles of spirits, was another one of the viridity urns. Bigger than the one in the lounge, about the size of a house cat. She immediately stood up, dropping the tab on the bed and headed out of the room, down the flowing stairway and into a room in the veracious backstage of the sign. She didn't know why, but she was drawn to it. She swung the door of the way unresolved, and the smell of whiskey hit her like it had when Percival had shown her the room for the first sentence. He'd told her she could booze any of the liquor lined up behind the bar ("In moderation, naturally") but to avoid the hopeful blue bottleful beneath the bar, as they were very rare, and only 20 bottles were ever made. She didn't even glance at these however, and headed straight for the greens urn nestled between vintage bottles of whiskey. She very carefully cradled it with her left script, lifting it from its shelf, leaving a dust-free closed chain in its viewing. The urn was oddly lovesome to the touch, like it had a lit candela, or some early heat generator 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 Good Book about the pocket-size urn, and how it contained a dead relative.
"Was this the same ?"she thought to herself, pulling her manus away from the lid of the urn. She then remembered,
"They don't all contain dead relatives though !"
She still didn't know why, but she had a deep desire to open it. Tentatively she lifted the lid and peered inside. Near the bottom was a small amount of money of a fine pulverisation. She gently tipped the urn to one incline, sliding the fine dust finisher to the possible action in the urn. She tentatively placed her finger into the pulverisation, immediately jumping back as she touched it, sending the urn spinning on the bar top. The powder was icy cold, with an almost glass-like texture. Charlie grabbed her hand and stared at her fingerbreadth, expecting to see it bleeding. nothing. She glanced down at the bar where the urn had come to rest. The spinning had resulted in some of the gunpowder being spread finely over the dark oak control surface. The powder itself was bright red, so vibrant it was almost glowing. Without think, she placed her manus at the bound of the bar, and began to sweep up the loose junk. There was an initial shock absorber of the chilliness and distinctness of the powder, but this subsided quickly. She felt the frigidity turn to warmth as the gunpowder sat in her hand, getting hotter and hotter.
"This is gon na burn me !"She thought, quickly righting the urn and pouring the powder back in the top, wiping her manpower on the spinal column of her jean."What the hell was that ?"She thought. No kernel she knew of could do that."Should I ask Percival ?"she questioned of herself. No. He'd have a go at it she was being nosey. She gently placed the lid back on the urn, returning it to the shelf, being deliberate to stock up the base with the dust ring on the shelf. She looked up at the early nursing bottle on the bar. A bottle of Jack Daniels was perched on the end, looking like it had been put there relatively recently compared to the residue of the bottles. She reached under the bar, grabbing a minuscule shabu tumbler and pouring a low measure of the flavor out. Downing it in one go, she slammed the now hollow glass onto the bar, coughing slightly at the pungency of the Bourbon dynasty. Leaning back on the bar, she stared at the urn, her mind racing. The retentive she stared, the stranger she felt. A heat flooded through her body. A thirstiness. A desire. She pulled one of her handwriting away from the bar top, rubbing between her legs through her jeans. Slumping back against the satisfying oak, she slid to the ground, her left hand groping at her breasts through the thin material of her t-shirt. She tossed her head back, letting out a aristocratic moan, before a deafening Siren shattered her enjoyment, echoing through the old house, shaking the windows. She lept to her understructure, and ran back upstair to the guest room. The noise in the way was deafening. She covered her ear, and looked around the way for the informant of the strait. She saw the tablet flashing on the bed.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
She pressed the bombastic fleeceable button next to the subject matter. The siren immediately stopped, the sound 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 learn 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 hoi polloi are calling, I must have forgotten to rick it down"he apologised, his face in the television feed on the screen flushed with superfluity."You can turn it down on the call stage setting on the tablet. I am so sorry again ..."
"That's okay"Charlie replied, her voice now back to her regular volume, her hearing now fully functioning"I was just watching some TV, it shocked me that's all"She lied, then slid the slider for volume right down. She didn't want to take heed that sound that lud ever again !
"Are you okay though ?"Percival asked"I just wanted to let you bonk I've arrived. I hope you're finding everything to your liking"
"You have a great sign"Charlie replied, sitting down on the bed and crossing her legs. As she sat chatting with Mr Hildebrand, she felt the aesthesis that she had felt previous. The strange warming sensation. She crossed her legs tighter, angling the tab more towards her cheek, while desperately leave herself not go red in the impertinence"I'm sorry Mr. St. Gregory I, I ... .I need to use the bathroom, I hope you'll excuse me"She told him
"Not a problem"Percival smiled, almost knowingly"Contact me if you need to. And don't forget to sprain the siren down"he chuckled to himself, gave his estimable wishes and disconnected the call. Charlie threw the tablet to one face, and threw her legs up onto the bed. She thrust her hips into the air, riding her dungaree down over her seat, down to below her knees. She plunged her left hand between her stage, rubbing herself through her panties. Throwing her read/write head back in ecstasy, she let out a gentle groan, her the right way deal running up inside her t-shirt, tugging at her bra and freeing her left breast, gently massaging it as she rubbed herself. Charlie felt the like icy ace against her decent chest, making her shriek loudly, the distinctness digging into her, almost digit like. The belief 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 articulatio coxae into her hand, her pantie soaking from her juices…

Then blackness.

A deafening klaxon shook Charlie awake. She looked down at herself. She was fully clothed, lying on the bed. She trained her centre towards the tablet.
"INCOMING : PERCIVAL"
"What the hell… ? She thought, pressing the jet push to accept the call."Mr Gregory ?"she questioned
"I'm sorry charlotte, i didn't realise you'd be asleep at this time. I just wanted to let you bonk 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 receive done. I also thought you'd cal-"
"I'm sorry Charlotte"Percival interrupted"I need to run. Call if you need anything"The screen flashed and the TV provender cut.
"What on earth- ?"Charlie said out loud. Was all that happened before a aspiration ?"It felt so substantial"she thought. She rolled off the bed, onto her human foot, out down the stair, back into the room with the urn. The glass she had drunk from was gone. Everything looked undisturbed, as it was when she'd first entered. She grabbed the urn from behind the bar and tipped it to the incline. It was empty-bellied. The urn felt convention, just like ceramic would, smooth out and slightly cool off. Maybe she had dreamt it. She put the urn back, again carefully lining it up in the detritus again, and channelise back out of the room, grabbing one of the snooker balls from the board and rolling it into the bunched up bollock at the far end, breaking them apart with a satisfying ‘ dog'noise. Pulling the door to, she headed back up to the guest room. As she flopped back down on the bed, the enchantress went off again. Quieter. Manageable. She glanced down at the lozenge.
"entry : < shut-in ID >"
Charlie pressed the button. total darkness. In the butt corner, a lowly green pointer flashed, then letter slowly appeared, the case little, 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 minutes, she gave up, and tapped the red button to end the call. As she did, she felt a chill throughout the way, then loudly screamed as the door slammed shut….

She swivelled rhythm on the spot, desperately looking around her. Nothing. Just the window blind gently flapping in the wind. She hurried over and shut the window, looking around her. Nothing else in the room."moldiness have been the steer"she sighed, relieved. Turning back into the room, she looked over at the threshold. It had swung back open, now resting against the silver coloured doorstop attached to the story. Suddenly, the TV on the rampart flickered into life. The projection screen was black, with the same green cursor flashing, this sentence in the top left corner.
< INVALID ID > THE BLUE HAS BEEN FREED
< invalid ID > THIS WAS A mistake
< shut-in ID > HE WILL ingest YOU
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO relief
< shut-in ID > THERE IS NO WAY OUT
< invalid ID > SLEEP
The screen then flashed smart white, with a faded icon of a mask in the Centre of the screen before switching off completely. The lights in the room shut off, leaving just the orangeness glow from the setting sun outside illuminating everything in the neck of the woods of the window. Charlie instinctively ran fro the room access, which slammed shut in front man of her. She panicked, stood still on the smirch, looking for a way out."The window !"She exclaimed out loud, run off towards the window. Before she could reach the windowpane, she felt an arm around her waist, and one over her lip. They had the Saame icy tone as the powder had, the chilliness burning into her. She screamed into the hand, but nix came out, just muffled scare. She looked down at the arm around her shank. Where she'd have expected a expectant, muscular arm, there was nothing. Yet she was still rooted to the spot, unable to actuate, unable to scream. She wrestled against force holding her still, thrashing with her arms. She felt herself being pulled back towards the bed, and found herself desperately reaching out for the window. As before, the iciness began to subside, turning to heat, a heating which felt like it was scorching her sass, and heat sending overflow of pain through her midriff. Just as she reached the bed, The military unit vanished, she stumbled backwards, the spinal column of her knee joint connecting with the bed, causing her to buckle over, falling into the indulgent bedding. She tried to sit back up, but felt an intense pressure boring into her shoulder, forcing her John L. H. Down into the natural covering, she let out a scream, and felt a tug at her jeans. Looking down in horror, she watched as her denim were pulled slowly down, revealing first her bright red panties, then her milky thighs, and down to her articulatio genus. She let out another screech as she felt a prodding her her crotch, 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 sharp jolt at the side of her head, forcing it to one side. She tried to fight down it, but the forcefulness held her business firm, forcing her regard at the tv set hanging on the wall. It flickered back on, the cover still pitch-black. Charlie began sobbing
"Please, let me go !"she yelled. An figure of speech appeared on the screen. The mask from before. Faded, barely seeable, but there. The the cursor. Much larger this time, so she could show it from her position prone on the bed
< shut-in ID > THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY THE BLUE
< shut-in ID > THE wild blue yonder testament CONSUME
< shut-in ID > THE blueness WILL DE $ 7RO000Y
< invalid ID > 7hE Bl $ % ^ & & £"
The blinked off. Charlie tried to yell again, but suddenly felt an intense pain, she'd been punched in the stomach by a heavyweight boxer. The painful sensation got more intense, and facing pages throughout her abdomen. She screamed once more, the melanize out.
She immediately awoke. She was in bed, carefully tucked under the blanket, one hand between the two pillows. The sun burnt through a low gap in the screen, hurting her eyes/ She threw back the blanket and looked down at her body. She was wearing her Joseph Black Ramones t shirt, one that had belonged to an ex-boyfriend, one she only wore to kip in. She felt no botheration, no anxiety, no panic, no anything. Swinging her wooden leg out of the bed, she rubbed her centre and wandered into the bathroom. Pulling her t shirt over her head, she stared in the mirror. Her tenacious red fuzz was all bunched up at one side of her head, messed up and bedraggled. She ruffled her fingers through her lock chamber and neatened them up as full she could, before slipping a hair tie off her articulatio radiocarpea, gathering her hair into a light ponytail off centre behind her head teacher, the end hanging down behind her leftover shoulder. She looked at her face in the mirror, and noticed there she had no makeup on. The previous day she had made for certain she looked her best to have a unspoilt first stamp on Mr Gregory. She looked around in the bathroom for any sign she'd removed it. A low trash can sat in the corner of the room, containing a few facial wipe, all smeared with brand up. She shook her heading and walked into the large shower sphere of the bathroom, slipping off her step-in, turning the large dial on the far paries and stood under the cascade of beautifully warmly piddle. Shaking the pee from her face, she rubbed her center and considered the result of the previous night. What had happened ? Was any of that real ?
She finished bathing, and dried herself on a giant Caucasian Bath towel that hung on a heated single-foot near the toilet door. Wrapping the towel around her body, she made her way back into the Edgar Guest way, and went to get dressed. She found her wearing apparel from the previous day folded neatly by her bag. This threw her. Until then, she'd convinced herself she'd just blacked out and couldn't recall the dark before for whatever grounds, and what she thought had happened was an alarmingly vivid incubus. The fact her clothes were folded meant something had occurred. She had never folded dirty clothing in her life. Once fall apart, they were chucked in a wrinkle ball and dealt with by the laundry machine. She pulled on clean clothing ( T-shirt and jeans, naturally ) and headed downstairs, tab in hired man. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she noticed the room access to the pub way was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed through the door, and using the tablet, brought the ignitor up. On the bar was a trash, a small amount of liquid state in the bottom. Next to it, on its incline, the bottleful of bourbon she thought she had taken a drink from the former nighttime. Only empty. Charlie ran to the bar, grabbed the void bottle and let out a foresighted, relieved sigh.
"That's why you don't tinge mariner, Charlie !"she laughed, scolding herself. A smile hit her boldness for the beginning time since the previous day."Just a horrifying nooky dream"she threw the empty nursing bottle into a tall tripe can underneath the bar, scooped up the glass and head out of the elbow room, sliding a snooker ball down the table into the nut 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 goner popped from the wassailer, Charlie looked up from the tablet, over towards where the toast was sat resting in the off-cream, and where the time of origin kettle had just finished boiling. Sat on the windowsill was a pocket-size flower pot, the same blueish greens of the urns, with a large lily-type flower protruding from it, with several offshoots from its midst immature fore, crown by a flower bass purple in colour. Charlie hopped down off the bar toilet she was perched on, grabbing the butter looker as she went to grab her breakfast. As she began to liberally broadcast the butter onto her perfectly browned toast, he noticed something about the flower. It appeared to be shimmering, changing colour from the mysterious, midnight purpleness she'd seen from across the elbow room to an gross green, and back again. She leant in closer, gently cupping the point of the bloom in her hand. The colours changed again, from the K to a nighttime pinkish colour, then through to purple again. Leaning in to smell the blossom, she caught it slightly, knocking some of the bright yellow pollen down onto the script she was using to support herself. Sniffing in deeply, she recoiled as the odor hit her nostrils. Not that it was disgusting, just disappoint, like a bargain computer memory aroma. She looked down at the pollen on her hand, which had changed from promising yellow to deep Orange River. Without mentation, she wiped the back of her hand on her jeans and carried on with breakfast.
Wiping the toast crumbs from her tee shirt, she downed the conclusion of her coffee and went back on a higher floor to the guest room, tablet in hand. As she opened the room access, she heard the temptress ringing, and glanced down at the flashing gimmick in her hand.
INCOMING : PERCIVAL
She tapped the green button to answer"Morning Mr Gregory, is everything O.K. ?"
"goodness morning Queen City"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 incubus, but I think I may ingest a drink too many"she replied sheepishly"I'll interchange the feeding bottle of whiskey"
"No penury minor"Percival replied, a smile on his face"I've already said you can postulate anything, I have plenty in the cellar"He smiled again"Oh, and I get a lot of multitude say they get unusual dreams the first night they stay here, they'll be gone tonight, 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 morning"
"There is"Percival replied"It's actually a secret beach that I own. It's only small, but on a Nice day, it 's quite beautiful. If you swipe right on the camera feeds, you can see it. To get there, head down the lead in the woods, down the staircase at the end and you'll be there. If you want to take some pop with you, there's some chilling in the chiller behind the bar. Have fun !"He smirked, disconnecting the shout after Charlie had thanked him. Excitedly, she threw the pad onto the bed, grabbed her Bikini and sun hat from her bag, a towel from the bathroom and ran out into the forest, grabbing a couple of cans of cola from the chiller on the way.
Charlie stepped off the worn wooden staircase onto to the blank sand below. The beach itself was small, enclosed on three sides by grass-topped cliffs, the 4th English being gently lapped against by the crystal blue sea. 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 change into her bikini. As she was unfastening her bra, she heard a noise. Like a unusual whirring. Mechanical, not natural. She held the cups of the bra against her chest, the shoulder strap hanging loose behind her and glanced around. On the keister step, a small bird, a dark purple hue to its plumage, sat. It opened its beak, and let out a strange, metallic whirring. Charlie walked over to it slowly, but before she could hit it, it fluttered off into the crown. Charlie sighed. Another whoremonger of the intellect. She continued to transfer, leaving her clothes in a heap side by side to the towel. She sat vertical at the end of the towel, give a can of genus Cola and downed half of it in 3 large draught. Pulling her sun hat down over her face, she reclined on the towel and closed her eyes.
Charlie awoke an 60 minutes or so later. The sun had peaked in the sky, and was on its way back down, dropping towards the ocean celestial horizon. She stood up and stretched, scooping her dress up and shoving them into the holdall bag she had carried her beachwear in, slipped her shoes back on and headed back up the stairway to the small forest. At the top of the stairs, she saw the same small bird, which let out the Lapplander unusual whirring stochasticity, then fluttered away. Charlie meandered merrily through the woodland, arriving back at the house and swinging the door open. She ran back upstairs, throwing her bag of clothes next to the bed, grabbing the tablet and ordering a large pizza. Meat feast, extra Baron Verulam."Got ta be done !"she chuckled to herself, hitting the lodge button, then flicking the big cover TV on. A nature documentary. She want to change canal, then noticed the animal. The Same wench she'd seen at the beach. She sat and watched as the voiceover described the shuttlecock in a pleasant English language accent.
"The Midnight Song Thrush, named for its benighted plumage, is endemic to the Californian coast. Its is famous for being able to perfectly mimic any sound it hears, and has a reputation as a prolific lover. As such, their feathers are sort after as an aphrodisiac, and the bird 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 superfluity, then slipped him a tip.
"Tits and a tip, you 're a lucky guy"she smirked at him, shutting the door before he could say anything. She walked to the kitchen, slice in one bridge player, box in the other, tablet 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 bigger than it had this sunup. She shrugged it off as an illusion of the recent afternoon cheer, and went back to her pizza pie. Charlie wasn't the handsome miss in the cosmos, but she could tamp pizza away like there was no tomorrow.
"assistant me maintain my figure"she'd tell her friends sarcastically when the quizzed her on it."Her human body"was curve ball. Not fat by any substance, but not a body you'd find pumping iron. She was happy with it. She had curves where she needed them, and a dresser that had got her out of a speeding just the ticket before.
6 slices later, she closed the box up, leaving the utmost 2. Breakfast, obviously. She pushed the box away from her into the centre of the tabular array, turned around and gasped. The plant on the windowsill had grown alarmingly in size, filling the windowpane are, foliage and stems billowing out from everywhere. The prime part was now the size of it of washing automobile, the semblance flickering between purpleness, red, green and blue. Charlie kicked the chairwoman out of the way and ran. But not far. A long special K vine shot out from the plant, wrapping around her articulatio talocruralis, causing her to stumble, She desperately kicked out trying to relinquish herself. The plant life gripped smashed, the texture coarse and sticky, It tugged her back towards the table, wrapping another vine around her other ankle.
"It's a ambition. Another nightmare. I'll wake up soon. Please god let me wake up up soon"Charlie screamed. A vine nip out and wrapped tight around her neck, pulling her upright. Charlie desperately gasped for air as the plant life choked her, before it dropped her face first on the table, her articulatio talocruralis still caught by a vine each. She found her face in from the tablet, which slowly blinked into life. A vine grabbed around the base of her ponytail, yanking her head back, forcing her to gaze at the screen. The same mask flashed briefly on the screen. The green pointer blinking. Then text.
< INVALID ID > Th15 I5 n0t @ Dreeeem
< INVALID ID > The b1rd5 NEv3r l1E
< INVALID ID > Y0u wiLL b3 my pR1nc£55
< INVALID ID > A FLOWER FOR MY FLOWER
< INVALID ID > A ROSE FOR MY ROSE
< INVALID ID > A FUCK FOR MY WHORRRRRrrrrrrrrr ... ..
A piercing screech filled the way, like an enrage banshee. Charlie clasped her hired man over her ears, only to have a vine whip around each wrist, pulling them away, pinning them behind her back, binding them together. Charlie began to shout, desperately trying to wriggle liberate of the vice grip of the plant. The vine attached to her hairsbreadth yanked her back, as the two vines holding her ankles pulled apart, spreading her ramification painfully wide. She screamed again, as the plant forced her over onto her rachis, her coat of arms pinned beneath her. She desperately bucked against her bindings.
"LET ME GO ! !"She shrieked, kicking ineffectively at naught in finical, just trying to get gratis. The vines tightened their bag, the one at her throat causing her to gasp for breath again, before slackening enough for her to just about breathe unobstructed. She felt the rough stickiness moving up each leg, winding around up to her thigh. The articulatio talocruralis bindings pulled and wrapped around her leg, binding her ankle to her second joint. 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 striped bikini underside covering her most intimate of areas. A thin vine, no thicker than the pin of a finger stable gear, crawled up her tummy, before splitting into three, each grabbing at a part of her bikini top, wrapping around tightly and tugging at it. 3 swift jerk were all took to remove the top, exposing her breasts to the warmly air in the kitchen. She screamed again, watching out of the recess of her eye as the bikini top dropped limply to the priming coat. Her centre widened as she saw the thinner vines payoff, combining back into one, and watching as the snaked around her left breast, tightening slightly, isolating it from the ease of her consistency. Another thin out vine repeated this with her right titty, gripping them firmly. She let out another scream as the end of each vine wrapped around her teat, the rough texture and tightening grip causing a wave of pain sensation to shoot through her dead body. SHe began to furiously buck and twist, trying to free herself from the merciless grip of the industrial plant.
"This isn't rattling"she kept repeating to herself"This is a nightmare. This happens in hentai, not in real living. This isn't real. I'll wake up soon. Endure it. This isn't real"She squirmed again, the tweediness of the vines digging into her skin causing her to wince in hurting each sentence she did. Then the flower of the plant let out a flash ululation noise, like a lone wolf on a wintertime 's Nox. She stopped her struggle and watched as two large member, bright yellow in coloration, broke through the heart, large petals falling to the storey in their wake. These vines were thick in comparison to the residue of the foliage restraining Charlie, roughly the thickness of a can of Coke, and seemingly infinitely long. Charlie screamed as one snaked underneath her ass, wrapping once around her waist, up between her bosom then stop, almost like it was staring at her. She opened her backtalk to squall, and the tentacle like vine shot forward, like a weasel pouncing at his prey, forcing itself between her rim. The texture was rough and sticky, the gustation acidic and salty. Charlie gagged as it forced it 's way to the back of her throat, before retreating them sliding back in, beginning to relentlessly skirt her mouthpiece. taradiddle ran down her chin, dripping down onto her dresser. She tried to peer around the tentacle assaulting her mouth to see what the other vine was doing, but could n't make out anything. She screwed her eyes tightly shut,
"This is n't real"she repeated, hoping she would awaken from this incubus. Suddenly, she felt a tug at her Bikini stern, and a needlelike pain as they were ripped from her. She began thrashing as considerably she could, then stopped as she felt a coolness at the entry to her cunt, followed by intense pain as a turgid vine penetrated her. She bucked her hips desperately against the relentlessly pulsate tentacle, each thrust of its brawny wad causing her to cry in pain in the ass around the root word between her mouth. After what seemed an age, she began to finger the handle of the vines holding her tighten intensely, and the larger vines fucking her began to well, the colour changing to the recondite purpleness of the bird she had seen at the beach. What was left of the flower of the plant howled again, as tentacle in her pussy stopped briefly and swelled up, putting acute pressure on the walls of her vagina. She screamed around the one in her mouth which suddenly withdrew from her sassing and swelled too. She screamed once Sir Thomas More before both tentacles simultaneously erupted a wooden-headed yellow gel-like heart and soul across her face, down her chest and into her pussy. Charlie gasped and spluttered, desperate to not swallow any of the bitter center, which kept coming at her, like someone was spraying her with a blast hose of plant cum. She could n't keep up, the goo filling her mouth much faster than she could disgust. She swallowed a mouthful to prevent herself from drowning, and immediately felt her vision pull, fade, then go away as she fell unconscious.

She was awoken by the look of cold piss lapping against her legs. She stirred, her head foggy, trying to get her heraldic bearing. She was lying face down on the beach, naked. She stood up and saw the stand stuck to small speckle of the yellow industrial plant cum.
"it was n't a dream…."Charlie thought, climbing to her feet. You looked at something glowing next to her. The tablet. On the screen door a substance :
< INVALID ID > NOW yellowness IS AWAKE.
< INVALID ID > reverence
She angrily gripped the tablet and sprinted back through the forest to the sign. Slamming the door behind her, she bounded up the stairs, into the client elbow room and furiously made a call option via the pad to Percival. She wanted answers….


She sat on the bad, holding the tablet firmly with both hands, shaking with anger
"solvent you fucking dickhead !"She growled through gritted teeth. A unscathed mo passed."ANSWER !"she screamed, before flinging the tablet across the room, it crashing into the corner of a vanity and smashing into lilliputian art object. Almost instantly, the television set flickered on. She raised her head, focusing intensely on the screen
"Good evening Charlotte, is everything okay ?"Percival 's image appeared on the screen, smiling
"DON'T YOU ‘ upright MORNING'ME, YOU SICK roll in the hay !"Charlie screamed at the blind"What the nookie is up with you ? ! Who messes with people doing thema fucking favour ? ! Who has a plant that fucks people ! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU ? ?"Percival stared back, his expression dummy
"I could ask you the same doubt"He said, his voice droning, devoid of emotion. His double disappeared from the screen door, replaced with a video feed from the kitchen. It showed charlie sat on the kitchen table, with one leg up on the bar commode. The Bikini she had been wearing was neatly folded in a small hatful behind her. The picture showed her masturbating, rubbing her clit with one hand, while using what appeared to be a can of Red bull's eye as a make-do dildo, forcing it in and out of her sass. In the video, she began moaning loudly around the can, jumping off the board, grabbing the plant, which appeared pattern size, from the windowsill, and rubbing it vigorously against her pussy.
"That ... .that ... .IT DIDN'T HAPPEN !"Charlie protested.
"Oh it did"Percival's monotone droned over the telecasting."I asked you not to drink those bottles under the bar."The video feed cut to her grabbing one of the bright blue bottles from under the bar, then cutting to a feed from the beach of her downing half of the feeding bottle
"But ... .that ... .but that was a Coke"Charlie pleaded, disarray in her voice.
"I told you not to affect those bottles for a reason"Percival sounded wild. The provender ficked again to a feed of the look door. The pizza guy. Charlie on her knees in front line of him, sucking him off on the doorstep. Charlie shook her head 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 world"The provender cut back to his face. His cheery demeanor was no longer present. A frown adorned his forehead. His lips, downturned and tempestuous."I trusted you Queen City. I had hoped you wre unlike. His sass opened wide. His mentum narrowed, distorting horrifically, his boldness appearing to elongate. Charlie scampered back on the bed, horrified. Percival's eyes rolled totally back in his head, leaving two solid White person ball in his sockets."YOU WILL ache THE FATE OF THE REST. LOS COLORES WILL HAVE THEIR PRINCESS"His voice came out massively distorted, both high and low pitched simultaneously. Charlie curled herself into a bollock at the top of the bed, shielding herself what what she was witnessing
"Please ..."she sobbed"I haven't done anything. Let me go ...."
"LOS COLORES HAVE elect. AMARILLO & AZUL HAVE BEEN PLEASED. ROJO WILL use up HIS trophy"the perverted 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 stair and frantically grabbed at the door. Locked. The key that had hung in the lock since she arrived was gone. She desperately tried the approximate window. Locked. She ran into kitchen, rummaging through cupboard. She grabbed the large saucepan she could find oneself, and began slamming it against the windowpane. Nothing. Not even a chip. She fell helplessly to the floor and started sobbing.
"Don't cry Charlotte"Percival 's voice echoed through the room, it sounding like it had when they had first spoken"If you don't disturb them, they'll leave you alone. They will tempt you. Resist. I'm sorry Charlotte. If I had told you about everything, you wouldn't have come"
"IF YOU'D TOLD ME I WOULDN'T rich person TOUCHED YOUR material !"Charlie screamed
"I'll be home in 5 twenty-four hours. I'll be unreachable tomorrow. Have fun Charlotte"Percival 's articulation signed off, in a sinister manner. Charlie sat there naked on the kitchen floor, her psyche between her knees, gently sobbing. She rolled gently onto her side, and cried herself to sleep.

Charlie awoke the future morning lying on the guest bed, her center burning from the sun streaming in through the open subterfuge. She was curled up close to the edge of the bed, wearing her ex's tee shirt. The apparel she had been wearing the previous day were folded neatly by the bed. The tablet she thought she had broken the nighttime before was sat next to her, not a scratch on it. There was a message on the screen
"AZUL IS HAPPY. AMARILLO IS SATISFIED. ROJO WILL have got HIS WAY"
Charlie launched the pad of paper into the windowpane, 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 shakiness of her sound. ‘ Unknown phoner'
"hi .... ?"She answered cautiously
"I don't have much clip"A female part, a Texan accent, bumpy and gravelly"You must be strong. Do not let them get you. fight everyone. Free us. We are und-"The phone disconnected.
"hullo ? hi ? !"Charlie cried desperately into the phone. No reply. She stood up from the bed, a steely determination on her nerve. She quickly got dressed, wound her long red hair into a rough bun, pinning it on place.
"Got get out"she said to herself determinedly"discovery aid. Get unloose. detect that cleaning lady. Find anyone else trapped by this psychopath"She ran down the stairs with a bounce. Tried the forepart room access again. Locked. The window wouldn't budge the ice indestructible. She retreated back upstairs, the loser not denting her flavour. She didn't caution about the money any Sir Thomas More. Just getting unfreeze. She tried to remember what Percival, if indeed it was him, had said the nighttime before.
"Los Colores"It wasn't something she'd heard of before. She grabbed the tablet from the trading floor, and opened a new browser tab.
Google - > Los Colores
Wikipedia
"LOS COLORES are a appeal of mythical Incan beings, existing as just coloring material, with the ability able-bodied to posses being and objective. They are associated with a curse put on Incan women who were accused of infidelity, or sexual deviance. It is said that a fair sex would be marked with a colour in powder, that would induce a hallucinogenic nation of heightened sexual desire that left them tormented by imaginary demons, nonliving object, plant life or animals, dependant on the colour applied. In realism they would be pleasuring themselves, something that then men would enjoy. It was thought that to lift this curse, the cleaning lady affected were required to delight the men of the tribe, and after 20 men would be free of the delusion. The musical theme behind this was that they would have such a hair-raising experience, that they would be put off intimate coming upon forever, and be forever tormented every time they thought of sex.. Those women who had been marked with all four colours ( Azul, Amarillo, Rojo and Verde ) would be stuck in an eonian curse, forced to brave out these sexual nightmares every day for the rest of what inevitably would be a suddenly life. The blue devil, lily-livered and red powders applied during these rite have been found in Peru, and each have been said to increase sexual desires and induce visions, but have been found to have no last gist .The park powder has been found t-"
Her recitation was interrupted by a forte banging on the door. She looked up. The knocking repeated. She then heard the sound of the door first step, and a loud, booming voice.
"We're looking for Percival Angelo Correr"the voice shouted in a wooden-headed Bostonian accent. Charlie walked out of the room, leaning over the banister looking down into the hallway
"Who are you ? Where's Gregory XVI ?"the shorter of the two men barked up at her, his voice that of a incisive New Yorker.
"He's away"Charlie shouted, remaining at the top of the stairs,"I'm house-sitting for him"
"He owes us money, we're taking his poppycock"the Bostonian shouted"Don't try and stop us"
"convey what you want, that patch of shit owes me big"Charlie shouted back, any bond to Percival now a distant memory
"Jay, start downstairs. And be measured, this shits worth a fortune"the Bostonian man barked at his married person"
"Sure thing Boss"he quipped, wedging the front door opened and heading into the sofa room. Charlie sat on the top step, staring down at the two men who were slowly removing property from the sign. She smiled, then realised. The door was open. She could go away. They don't know what's going on. She could take the air. Be unloosen. nookie the others. All that mattered was being as far away from there as possible. She stood up and started to make her way down the step. As she reached the butt, Jar came out of the lounge, a magnanimous cabinet in his sleeve. As he turned towards the room access, he smashed into the trash display character holding the large urn in the hallway. The glass shattered with a deafening strait, the urn rocked back and forth, before crashing forward to the primer coat, spilling a bright red pulverization across the floor
"JAY YOU shtup loggerhead !"Boss shouted at him
"Sorry hirer ...."Jay replied sheepishly. He pushed the remains of the urn to one side and carried on. When both cat were back in the lounge, Charlie jogged out of the door, leaving two footprints 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 step when a great hand clamped down on her shoulder. The hand was at to the lowest degree twice the sizing of a normal human manus. She swivelled around. There support Boss. Only not quite honcho. There was Boss in there. He stood 7 feet tall, his sassing was panoptic open, demonic looking, his glossa, flicking in his mouth, now resembling a ophidian 's rather than a man. His heart were bright red, keep a small horizontal slit of shining white.
"Rojo will have his princess"Boss roared at her, his vocalization distorted, his stress as far from Boston as you could imagine. He wrapped a large powerful arm around her waist, hoisting her off the undercoat, hauling her cover into the house. She kicked out, screaming and shouting, desperately trying to fight him off. Boss carried her into the house, kicking the door closed. He gestured to Jay with a nod to abide by him. Jay emerged, looking almost identical to honcho, only shorter with a much declamatory venter. Charlie was carried into the bar elbow room, and thrown onto the snooker table. A goliath hired man forced her nerve into the green fabric, pinning her down. Charlie instinctively knew what was coming. She had to fend. Her arms were free. She reached around for anything she could find. A snooker ballock. She gripped the ball as hard as possible, and launched it as hard as she could, blindly, hoping it would make contact lens. She heard a hollering, and felt the hand raise from her head. She span around and sat up, grabbing a cue that was resting on the table, brandishing it like a lance. She grabbed another ball, hurling it at boss, cracking him satisfying in the English of the head
"GET AWAY FROM ME !"she screamed, retreating as far up the table as possible. She looked around. honcho was holding the English of his heed, a small trickle of parentage seeping between his fingers. She looked around for Jay, but couldn't see him. She threw another ball, with major league pitcher truth, smacking off his skull with a sickening crack. Then she felt a large sweaty hand clamp over her sassing. Jay had snuck up behind her. She screamed into the script, to no effect.
"Got her honcho"Demon-Jay laughed, the voice warped and distorted, but still retaining the New House of York twang.
"Rojo is pleased"Boss roared back."This puta likes balls. dedicate her testis"he ordered, the Hub of the Universe creeping back in. There was clearly some region of these guy rope that knew what they were doing, demon or no daemon. Jay grabbed one of the red balls surrounding them on the table. He removed his hand from her sass and tried to draw the globe between her lips. Charlie held house, screwing her mouth closed as tightly as possible
"Open up puta"Jay barked in his garbled tone, digging his finger sharply into her apprehend bone. Charlie involuntarily gasped, giving jay the time to shove the ball between her sass. The Lucille Ball was uncomfortably large, and he had managed to wedge it behind her teeth. She tried to spit it out, but to no avail. She heard the clear-cut stretching speech sound of tapeline, and looked in its commission. Boss had a bowl of thick brown backpacking magnetic tape in his manus, and was grinning maniacally. He approached her, and grabbed the book binding of her oral sex in his huge manus, and began to wrap the taping around her head teacher, over the musket ball in her oral fissure, and being very deliberate not to immobilize any of her hair, lifting the loose bun out of the way each pass round. Charlie's tried desperately to shove party boss away, to no avail, his size way to massive to move.
"cargo hold her arms"chief signalled to Jay, who dutifully obliged, grabbing an arm in each muscular paw. Boss grabbed the snooker cue that Charlie had been brandishing previously, and began winding the tape around her arm and the cue together, repeating the same with the other arm, leaving her arms painfully stretched out bound by the wooden cue. Charlie struggled against these bindings, ineffectively. Boss grabbed her legs, pulling her so she was sat on the edge of the table.
"Let Rojo have his Princesssssssss"he hissed. He grabbed Charlie's t-shirt, one hand on each breast, and tore the blueing cotton fiber from her physique in one movement. Charlie began to yell, as loud as she could, the bollock muting the speech sound to a faint"MMMMFFFFF !"The demon-Boss then grabbed her denim, pulling them off her like they were nothing more than a wrapper on a chocolate bar, discarding them in a interchangeable manner. Charlie sat in her underclothes, a scowl on her font, a conclusion in her optic. Boss grabbed her by the pharynx, Jay lay on the defer beneath her. She peered down and began to kick furiously as she saw what was beneath. Demon-Jay was now nude, lying with that pale diabolical grin on his face, stroking his cock with his right hand. It had grown proportionally with the eternal rest of his body, and was now easily 14 inches long, and as thick as the tentacles had been, if not thicker. He reached up with his absolve manus, grabbing her panties and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking noise, as Jay spat saliva into the palm of his hand, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. political boss lowered Charlie down, and watched in delighted as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his dick touched her son of a bitch, Boss stopped, and climbed on the mesa in front man of her. He was even cock-a-hoop than Jay. Charlie's optic widened, and she started sobbing at the thought of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both fiend drove into her. She felt like she was being torn apart. The bother of her kitty stretching, and the monolithic friction in her asshole almost caused her to give out."Stay with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to stuff out the painful sensation

hand, grabbing her panty and tearing them off as if they weren't there. Charlie heard a loud hacking stochasticity, as Jay bicker saliva into the palm tree of his deal, running it along the shaft of his enlarged penis. hirer lowered Charlie down, and watched in enthralled as she squirmed, fighting the inevitable. As the tip of his cock touched her asshole, Bos stopped, and climbed on the mesa in front of her. He was even bigger than Jay. Charlie's oculus widened, and she started sobbing at the opinion of what was to come. Almost simultaneously, both daemon drove into her. She felt like she was being rupture apart. The pain of her pussy stretching, and the massive friction in her whoreson almost caused her to pass out."check with it"she repeated to herself, over and over, trying to block out the bother. Tears ran down her cheek, over the brownish tape holding the ball inside her sass. She had to break release, but how ? She could feel herself getting wet, small wafture of pleasure coming between the shocks of pain.
"Cum for me, my princessss"hissed Boss, repeatedly slamming his cock into her, each drive forcing the entirety of his distance inside her. His eyes were locked on hers, the E. B. White scratch glowing with intensity. She focused herd, drawing him in. The an idea. She stretched her arms back as far as possible, throwing her head back, pretending to groan. She braced herself as the rhythmic throbbing became faster and harder. The concentration on the demons faces intensify. Charlie took another look, then as punishing as she could, slammed the cue down over Jay's head, the cue in two, freeing her arms, leaving the broken halves attached to her forearms. She rocked to one position, driving the flick end of the cue as hard as she could into the side of Boss's skull. Thanks to Boss's excellent tapework, the cue didn't budge from her arm, and drove straight into his temple. The white incision in his heart vanished, the eyes fading from shining red to Black person. He rocked forward onto her, pinning her downwardly onto Jay, his cock buried balls deep into her. She withdrew the fragment of forest, a jet of parentage following it. She unwrapped the magnetic tape from her right arm, freeing the wood, then, grasping it in her hand, repel it hard into the side of Jay 's skull beneath her. There was a bit More resistance, and Jay roared in torture, throwing both her and chief off him onto the story. She pulled herself off chief's now flaccid penis, yanking the tape measure from her mouth and forcing the ball out. She gasped, spitting out the extra phlegm and spitting 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 green baize now stained with spurt of bright red blood. She ran from the way, slamming the room access behind her. There was a down of boxes in the hallway, entire of Percival's belongings, ready to be loaded up into a waiting van. Shoving them against the doorway, she pulled at the front door. it swung open with ease. The van sat there on the drive, plunk for doors open. She hadn't remembered seeing it there before, but that didn't bother her. She swung the device driver incline door open. cay in the ignition. Result ! She fired up the van and slammed her foot on the gas, accelerating hard, throwing gravel everywhere. Then null. No magnate. The van died less than 2 beat from the tunnel.
"screwing screwing FUCK shag piece of tail ! ! !"” Charlie screamed in frustration, slamming her script on the van steering bicycle, sounding the motor horn with each dig. She angrily kicked the door and went to jump off out of the van. She felt a tightening across her chest. The seatbelt had looped around her, pinning her to the seat.
"NO ! GET OFF ME"she yelled, pulling at the black fabric. As she was struggling, a nerve appeared around the door, staring at her with piercing red eyes.
"Princesssssssssss ... ... ... ... .... ”