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By maxlucy Deactivated
A realistic modern day start between a younger woman (21+) and an older male, aged 45. It’s longterm and a slow burn and then it becomes fantasy. Adult behaviour and beyond occurs.
By EnchantedNymph Banned
What becomes of mortals when they die? It's a simple enough question but the answer itself is quite complex. You see I have been obsessed, sort of, with death since I was six years old. I guess you could say it was the first “real” event in my life. I had walked I'm to my family home after school and had found my father had hanged himself from the foyer balcony. It had left a deep impression on my still developing psyche.
Fast forward twenty years later and I am still searching for an answer to some unknown questions. As morbid curiosity I joined a paranormal investigator club on my college campus. There were only a few of us in the club, the club leader and his twin sister, as well as the co-captain to the chess club, and lastly the newest recruit which was me. It was the beginning of October and we had all met up at the local diner to plan out the things we wanted to do this spooky season.
"Look, I'm not saying we shouldn't throw a party but can't we actually do some investigations? The closer to Samhain we get the stronger the spirits will be…" A hand ran through luscious chocolate curls as Damien pleaded his case. The twins exchanged a look before turning back to Damien. "We aren't against that D, it's just that we've been to all the ones around here. Our options are pretty slim." Alex shrugged his broad shoulders as he leaned over and stole a fry from my plate. "Exactly. Unless by some miracle we are just stuck with the fake haunted houses and those are just straight up bullshit." Amber crossed her arms and gave Damien a dull stare.
I hesitantly cleared my throat, I had prepared to show something to the group and coincidentally it was just what Damien currently needed. "Um...I found something online. And, I don't know if it's a hoax or not but…" I dug through my bag until I found the pamphlets I had printed. I handed one to each of the group with shaky hands. "There's this old hotel that was rumored to be a brothel in the sixties. It's said that people see things even though the place has been abandoned for decades. And I thought that maybe…" I fidgeted in my seat and pushed the glasses up my face out of habit. "We could go and investigate it. I..have some funds from my mom for my birthday and I wanted to purchase the bus tickets for all of us. But I figured...I should ask first."
Damien grinned as he looked over the pamphlet. Then with bewildered eyes looked at me. "But Sam, that's...a lot of money. Are you sure?" His cool blue eyes searched my face. I nodded and brushed my auburn hair from my face, a blush creeping across my cheeks. "Yea... I mean this is what I wanna do for my birthday anyway so… figured it's better than me going alone." The twins took their precious time reading the pamphlets before finally making their decision. "Alright. We're down." It was creepy how they both said it in unison.
Five days later and we arrived at the old inn. It was eerie how dilapidated yet held together the building seemed to be. As I walked up the steps I had the feeling I was being watched but I pushed the thought aside. "You ready?" Damien stepped up beside me and nudged me with his shoulder. I offered a bashful smile and nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be great." I pulled out my camera and took a few quick shots as Damien opened the front door.
We had the whole place to us for five days, Alex had worked some magic and was able to rent the place out so no one would interrupt our investigation. We all picked our own rooms to stay in, the inside of the building was surprisingly held together. Besides really thick layers of dust and occasional mold the place was quite nice. It was even fully furnished so instead of just our sleeping bags we had actual beds.
After we all settled in the twins decided we should each set up a camera in our rooms. One pointing at the beds, another canvassing the door. It didn't take long to set up and before long we ate dinner together and said goodnight. As I laid on the bed I stared around the dark room. "Goodnight." I said to the darkness as I blew out the candle I had lit earlier.
I was having a really good dream, one of those erotic ones that keep you all hot and bothered when you wake. Cool hands were caressing my thighs, my stomach, my neck. Multiple sets of hands teased my flesh and had me writhing. One of the hands slipped a finger into my folds and began to coax my flesh. A moan escaped me as I eagerly spread my legs wider. More fingers were added once my eagerness was known. Faster and faster they delved into my aching pussy. The other hands that were caressing me began to get rougher. One punched my nipple as others began to hold my hands and feet to the bed.
I try to concentrate but the constant assault on my womanhood was keeping my mind muddled. This felt too real to be a dream, and as I struggled to move I felt hands wrap around my neck and began to squeeze. I choke out a cry as yet another finger was added to the onslaught between my thighs. How many were fucking me right now? Two, maybe three? Tears begin to form at the edge of my eyes as I feel the last bit of air leave me. But the fingers don't stop, they grow faster and faster until I feel my muscles clench as I am forced into an orgasm. I try to cry out but only a small squeak escapes my parted lips. And just as I feel the last spasm of muscles all the hands vanish as if they were never there. Darkness consumes me again as I fall deep into sleep. The sexual nightmare finally over.
When I wake the next morning I am sore all over. Everywhere a hand had touched me in the dream. My hand cautiously moved to my throat and I winced. I roll to the edge of the bed only to realize that my legs feel weak as if from strenuous exercise. I look down at my exposed flesh and gasp as I see bruises. I quickly made my way to the old vanity mirror. What I see in the dusty mirror makes me scream in horror. Bright and fresh bruises wrap around my neck as if made by a man's hands. My horror stricken face is the last thing I see as I lose consciousness and fall to the ground.
To be continued...