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“ROJO WILL HAVE HIS PRINCESS” He cried, lunging for Charlie. She shimmied across to the passenger seat and lept out of through the door and began to run to the tunnel. She looked around at Jay, staggering confused baack out of the van. She looked back around just in time to notice the tunnel. It was painted on. Like a Roadrunner cartoon. She stared at it in disbelief.
“NO! YOU WILL NOT TAKE ME!” SHE SCREAMED, desperately looking round for an escape. The hillside was too steep to climb, the only way out was the cliffs or the beach. She ran as fast as she could towards the cliff edge and peered down. The waves below were far from their usual blue, more a dark angry grey, crested with white, crashing into the rocks below. The drop was between 10-20 feet. It was survivable, she thought. She turned back around to see Demon Jay charging towards her, his belly swaying from side to side as he ran. She had one shot. As he lunged towards her, she hit the floor, getting as low as possible. If he made any sort of contact, she’d be gone. She heard a large roar, then a loud distant crack. She peered around. Silence. Just the waves against the cliffs. She tentatively looked over the edge of the cliff. Below she saw the twisted body of Jay, the waves filtering around the outline of his bloodied corpse. She gently stood up and sighed loudly, before bursting into tears.
“WHY WON’T YOU LET ME LEAVE? WHAT HAVE I DONE TO YOU?” She screamed at the ocean. As if on command, the waves grew less aggressive, reverting to a gentle lap against the sandy rockface. She sighed again, wiped the tears from her cheek and headed back into the house. The hallway was still covered in glass, pieces of urn, and the bright red powder. She carefully stepped through the mess, up the stairs, leaving a trail of red powder footprints up the stairs. She walked straight into the shower, the energy totally drained from her body. As the warm water hit her body, her knees buckled, she hit the floor and began to weep uncontrollably.
She awoke on the floor of the shower room, the warm water still cascading over her, the room full of steam. She stood up cautiously, her knees weak, her body drained and broken. She leant against the wall, turning the large steel knob that controlled the shower off. Blindly fumbling through the steam, she grabbed one of the large white towels hung up, then opened the shower room door. The steam plumed out into the bedroom, then dissipated. Charlie wrapped the towel around her body, and wandered out into the room. The television was on, showing CCTV footage from the house. It showed a video feed of the bar room, the time stamp at the bottom showing it from the night before. She watched as the two men were ravaging her young body, one in her ass, the other in her pussy. Her arms were free however, her mouth wide open. She turned the volume up, and heard herself moaning with pleasure. She was then bent over the bar by Boss, who still looked like Boss, not the demon version she knows had ravaged her the night before. She watched as glasses and bottles crashed to the floor, as Boss grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, watching herself enjoy being fucked. She looked closer. Her hair was in a tight ponytail in the video. She had put her hair in a bun that morning. She felt at the back of her head. The bun, although much more untidy than it had been, was still there.
“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” she cursed loudly. She grabbed the tablet off the bed.
>Cameras >Kitchen >History >Tuesday
She opened up the recording that she been shown of her pleasuring herself in the kitchen. Her hair was loose, hanging over her shoulders. She had tied her hair in a ponytail that day. She remembered the vines grabbing her by it, pulling her head back.
“This footage is the hallucination” she thought, , furiously drying herself off with the towel “It was real. Everything, but...” she pondered how everything had got tidied up. There must be someone else here. The woman on the phone? Percival? Or someone else? Or something else? She pulled a clean set of clothes from her bag, laying them on the bed. She plugged her hairdryer into the wall, and began to dry her sodden hair as best she could, running a brush through the knots and tangles.
Charlie pulled a t-shit over her head, flicking her read hair back over her shoulders, gathering it behind her head in a ponytail again. Just then, her phone vibrated. A message. Unknown sender.
Charlie. You are not the first to have been lured here. I want you to be the last. My name is Tara. I am trapped here in this house but I don’t know where. I know I never left There might be others. I’m sure there are others. Please find me. Let me help you end this.
Charlie stood up quickly, and started to type a reply.
Tara. I want help. I want to leave. I don’t know what’s going on. I think it’s the powder he keeps in the urns. What can you see where you are? I can’t see anyone on the cameras. Message again when you can. Stay safe. Charlie.
SEND. She half expected it not to send, but it went. Then it hit her. The police. They’ll tear the place apart if they suspect there’s people held hostage here. 911. No dial tone.
“Figures” she said out loud. She thought back to what Percival had told her. Panic buttons in each room. She slapped the large red button near the bed, and waited. And waited. 20 minutes passed. Nothing. She hit it again. And again. An hour passed. Nothing. She had hoped that Percival had actually told the truth about something. She trudged back downstairs, tablet in hand. She glanced down into the hallway. The urn was unharmed. The glass box solid. No mess Her stomach started to rumble. She realised she hadn’t eaten since the pizza. She swiftly ordered another pizza, caring not that it was only 10am. She tried the front door. It opened. Stepping outside, she looked at the tunnel. Picking up a rock, she launched it towards the opening. Her heart sank as it deflected off the solid wall.
“Got to be another way”, she muttered to herself. Then she thought. “The pizza will be here soon. I’ll just follow him when he leaves” So she sat on the doorstep, staring at the tunnel. 20 minutes passed. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.
“Pizza?” A young man, about 18 years old stood behind her, pizza in hand.
“Thanks” Charlie took the pizza from him. She placed it down on the floor. “Listen. I have.....” she rummaged in her pocket “Fuck, nothing. Look, I’m desperate. I need to get out of here I’ll do anything”. She moved in close to him, bending over and whispering seductively in his ear “And I mean anything” She wasn’t afraid of using her femininity to get what she needed. The young boy twisted awkwardly, clearly trying to hide an erection.
“O....okay....” he stammered. “The pizza place always tell me to come through the walkway rather than the tunnel as it’s quicker. I have to leave my bike at the entrance, so it’s a bit of a walk” Charlie smiled widely. Walkway. A way out. She planted a kiss on the young man’s cheek
“Thank you. You’ll get the rest later” she winked at him and licked her lips. The young man smiled nervously.
“It’s this way” He stammered. Charlie grabbed the pizza, following him into the woods, down the trail that led to the beach. They reached the top of the steps that lead down to the sands, and turned left instead of right, down a barely visible trail between two large hedges. “Through here” the boy beckoned. Charlie nodded and followed, already on her 4th slice. She brushed passed the bushes, ducking under a branch “He doesn’t order much pizza, it’s usually the girls that watch his house that do” he started, suddenly catching Charlie’s attention. He had been talking a lot of nonsense about his job before, staring at his phone, while she concentrated solely on her food.
“Go on....” she asked hesitantly with a mouth full of pizza.
“Yeah, he goes away about once a month. He’ll come and pay the bill when he comes back. He’ll always show us some old urn or mask or something that he’s brought back from wherever. He’s a nut if you ask me, but he pays his bill on time” the young man continued. “My buddy dropped pizza off a couple of days ago. Said the girl answered the door in just a bikini, slipped him a 10 and slammed the door in his face. Here” He showed Charlie a slightly blurry picture of a girl in a bikini, with red hair, turning around with a pizza box in her hand “That’s you isn’t it?” Charlie blushed slightly and swallowed her pizza, moving in close to him.
“Get me out of here and you’ll get to see a whole lot more than a blurry ass shot” she purred in his ear. She had no intention of doing anything with him. She just needed to get out. Get help. The young man tentatively put his arm around her, gently groping her backside. Every part of her want to smack him in his acne riddle face, but she resisted. He was her ticket out of here. She saw a small tool shed that backed into the hillside.
“It’s through the toolshed” he gesture towards the wooden shack. Charlie thought back to the camera feed for TOOL-01.
“Makes sense” she thought. He’d want to guard a secret way in. As they approached, the woodland became thicker, the pathway less obvious. Everything seemed darker, more enclosed. The morning air was colder here, and Charlie shivered slightly. They reached the door, and the pizza boy took his hand from her backside.
“Through here” he gestured, swinging the door open. Inside was dark, the only light provided by small gaps in the wooden planks forming the building “Let me get the light” he muttered, fumbling around for a pull cord. He flicked it on, and a small, dim light bulb glowed softly above them. She looked around, spying the camera she had looked through, and all the tools, paint pots, ropes and generally DIY equipment. Then from a behind a shelf jumped 2 guys, all in pizza company uniforms, clad in plastic masks depicting an Aztec god. Charlie turned around and tried to flee through the door. A third masked person blocked the door, although they didn’t look male. She was overweight, quite considerably, but unmistakably female. Charlie tried to barge past, but the large girl blocked her with ease. She turned desperately to the young man who had delivered her pizza. He had pulled on a mask himself, and had a video camera in his hand. “You said you’d do anything” He sneered, his voice vibrating through the flimsy plastic of the mask. Charlie felt two large arms loop around hers, and she was pulled back into the large girl, falling backwards into her chest. The man with the camera gestured to the other two. “Let her feel the wrath of the gods” The taller of the two masked men grabbed at her jeans, pulling them down below her knees. The other guy put a hand over her mouth and a knife to her throat.
“Co-operate, or you’ll bleed to death in a rotting shed” he growled. She nodded, tears building in her eyes. “On your knees” he ordered. She felt the large arms force her down onto her knees, then hold her head firm, one sweaty hand either side, the sensation creeping Charlie out.
“Cuff her” the girl ordered. The shorter guy obliged, grabbing Charlie’s arms, forcing them behind her back. Rather than the wrists, he clamed the cuffs above her elbows, the metal digging into her skin, her elbows pulled uncomfortably together. Charlie knew what was coming. But it felt different. Nothing supernatural, nothing out of the ordinary. Well, out of the ordinary for gang rape anyway. These were just kids. One had got his rocks off to a cheeky pic of her ass and they’d planned to get a little more. She could take these. Just gotta think. She heard the distinct sound of tape being stretched, then everything went dark. The tape had been placed over her eyes. Charlie could see little glints of light from the bottom edge of the tape, but nothing definitive.
“Please, you don’t need to tie me up. I already told your buddy I’d do anything for him. I......I’ll fuck you all night long. Any time you want, I’ll be there....Just get me out of here” she pleaded.
“Yeah, we could” the voice of the original pizza guy piped up “But you would be able to keep the gods happy!” He put on the sort of voice you’d make when impersonating a ghost, and was followed by riotous laughter from the other three people in the shack. She felt he head being forced forward, and she felt a cock push into her mouth. She gagged briefly as it forced her tongue down, and then gagged again as her nose buried into the pizza guys crotch. He smelt unwashed and unkempt. Charlie felt more disgusted by this than the fact she had a strangers penis in her mouth. HE started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. She resisted trying to please him, keeping her tongue and lips as far away as possible. She felt a sharp prick against her right shoulder.
“I suggest you take this seriously” the female voice advised harshly. Charlie obliged
“The quicker I get these guys off, the quicker I can go” she thought. She wrapped her lips around the man’s shaft, working her tongue around the shaft as best she could. It didn’t take long. After about ten seconds, the guy pulled out her mouth
“Go” he urged. Charlie heard jostling about
“What’s the matter little boy?” Charlie asked, licking her lips “Too much to ha-“ she was gagged by another cock, much shorter but wider than the first, the same stench of dried sweat accompanying it.
“Shut up whore!” the second boys voice shouted, thrusting his cock as far into Charlie’s mouth as possible, the tip not quite reaching the back of her throat. She repeated the same trick. This time he lasted a little longer, maybe 30 seconds more.
“Fuck” he yelled “Chris, get in there”
“He, we said no names dumbass!” Chris snapped in reply. Chris was long and thin, each time he slid between her lips, the tip of his cock slid partially down her throat, making her gag. She worked on him more, her tongue doing most of the work. A couple of minutes later, he stopped. “Sheena” he ordered. Charlie felt something Push against the back of her head, the a warm, sticky feeling on her face. She was being shoved face first into the crotch of the large girl. Struggling to breath against the flesh, she resisted, trying to push back.
“Let’s see if you’re as good with a pussy as you are with a cock, whore. Make me cum!” Sheena yelled at her, the guys all cheering. The closest Charlie had come to any sort of lesbian experimentation was kissing her best friend for free drinks at a rock club. The thought did nothing for her. She figured I couldn’t be to hard, and she knew what got her off. She hung her tongue out, blindly looking for Sheena’s opening. The hand on the back of her head helped guide her. Running her tongue across the large girls opening, she felt the perspiration building on Sheea’s thighs, under her stomach.
“Persevere” she thought to herself, doing her absolute best to try and get the girl to cum. She felt a weight push down on her head, Sheena’s knees giving out slightly at the stimulation Charlie was giving her, causing the folds of her stomach to drop onto Charlie.
“Oh god, I’m, I’m....” Sheena began to gasp, before letting on a loud shriek. Charlie choked and gasped as a flood of juice cascade into her mouth. It tasted foul, and it was all she could do to repel it. She felt the pressure on the back of her head subside.
“Get her clothes off” Chris growled. Charlie felt hands all over her, riding her t-shirt up, her bra being pulled down. She felt inexperienced hands paw at her breasts, a teenage finger probing her pussy. She sat on the floor of the shack, her panties and jeans around her ankles. She felt the pain of the tape being ripped from off her face, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the light. The 3 guys were stood around her, cocks in hand, masks over their face. Chris had the camera aimed straight at her. At this point Charlie didn’t care. Her logic was ‘make them cum, they’ll be done’
“Come on then lads” she beckoned. “Reckon you cum harder than that bitch?” She grinned, sticking her tongue out. Her head was grasped again by Sheena, holding her steady. “No need for that sweetie” Charlie replied. Almost in unison, the streams of cum hit her face, one load shooting across her right eye, one from her forehead upwards into her hair, the other onto her lips. Charlie licked her lips involuntarily, the saltiness hitting the back of her throat as she swallowed. “We all done boys?” She grinned. “How about we get out of here and I’ll show you a real good time?”
“We should be going” Sheena chimed in “We’re gonna be in so much shit as it is guys”
“Shut up bitch” Chris shouted, striking her with the palm of his hand across the face. Sheena reacted angrily, shoving Chris back into some shelving. Various containers fell to the ground. Paint pots, small wooden boxes, tools and screws bounced of the wooden floor. Charlie shuffled across the floor, trying to avoid the cascade of debris. She heard a loud splintering of wood, and watched as the heavy steel shelving crashed through the side of the tool shed, She got onto her knees, up onto her feet, and darted for the door, diving through the small gap before the building came crumbling down. A large plume of red and black dust rose from the ruins of the shack.
“Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck” Charlie muttered to herself. She slumped against a tree, the bark rough against her skin. There was an ache in her elbows, the circulation to her lower arms being slowed by the tightness of the cuffs. She stood up, cautiously heading back towards the destroyed shed. She saw the lifeless bodies of two of the pizza men, their masks broken, bloodied. She couldn’t see Sheena anywhere. She heard a noise.
“He-help me...” She turned around and saw Chris leant against the hillside that rose behind the shed.
“Why the FUCK should I help you, you despicable piece of shit?” Charlie yelled.
“I-just-please....” He gasped. She looked down and noticed she had the handcuff key in his hand.
“Get these off and I’ll consider it” She muttered, keeling down in front of him, facing away. She heard the click of metal on metal, and then felt the intense sensation of blood rushing back into her hands.
“Thank you” Charlie turned around. Chris was slumped to the side, the life gone from his eyes. Charlie pulled her jeans back up and readjusted her bra and t-shirt, before glancing back down at Chris. The video camera lay on the floor next to him, surprisingly unharmed. Charlie gently lifted it from the ground. Still working. She turned and briefly looked to see if she could see Sheena. Assuming her to be buried beneath the twisted wood and metal, she turned and headed back towards the house.
Charlie sat down on the guest room bed, the camera in her hand. He had rinsed the dried semen from her face, freshened up and finished off her pizza upon returning to the house. She sat staring at the screen, flicking through the recordings. She watched a shaky recording of her blowing the 3 pizza guys, followed by a shakier still capture of her bringing the girl to orgasm. The film continued, showing her being hit by wads of cum. She cringed as she watched herself lick the thick white goo from her lips. She didn’t remember enjoying it as much as she appeared to be in the recording. She carried on watching, the argument, the shelves and building collapsing. It caught the perfect angle of the plume billowing up from the building. There in the smoke, Charlie was sure she could make out the outline of the mask she’d seen previously. She flicked through frame by frame. There, clear as day was the image. The menacing eyes, intricate pattern, distinct shape. She closed the screen of the camera into the main body and stared blankly at the wall. Was that part of this ‘curse’? It felt different, like kids messing around. But the mask....their masks....nothing made sense. She stood up and wandered back over to the bathroom mirror, staring intensely at herself. She bent down and splashed water across her face. She looked back up into the mirror. Stood behind her was Sheena. She quickly turned around, but there was no-one there. Charlie growled angrily to herself. “Now I’m fucking seeing shit” she scowled, heading back into the main bedroom. Suddenly she felt a tug at her ponytail, and was dragged across the room and thrown face down on the bed.
“Fucking leave me to die, bitch” a shrill voice echoed through the room, no real source. “ROJO WANTS HIS PRINCESS” a scream pierced the air, wailing like a banshee. Charlie covered her ears, and made a bolt for the door.
“Going somewhere?!” The voice shrieked. Charlie looked lunged for the door, but crashed into the hard wood as it slammed close
“Loo-Look, I’m sorry. I tried to find you but couldn’t.” Charlie begged “And anyway, you fuckers tied me in the woods and fucked my mouth. You fucking deserved it!” she yelled. She stood near the door, angry, panicked, naked, looking for a way out. She felt something brush against her ankle. She looked down but saw nothing. She felt the feeling again across her chest. Like an expensive silk, but ice cold. She looked around once more, and then felt the ghostly touch wind around her ankles, then tighten. Charlie tried to run, but could only move her feet an inch or two before they were pulled back into place. She was rooted to the spot.
“GET OFF ME!” She growled. Her knees suddenly buckled in towards each other, as she felt the satiny chill bind her legs just below her kneecaps. This caused her to fall forwards, managing to stop herself smashing face first into the floor with an outstretched arm. She looked down to her feet, desperately kicking as her ankles were drawn together, leaving her legs stuck together. The chill of the invisible cloth burned into her skin. Charlie tried to grab at it, pull it from her skin, but found nothing there. “What the hell have you done to me?? LET ME GO!” she squealed, kicking her bound legs in desperation. Charlie crawled over to the bed, hauling herself up using the wooden frame, and sitting on the edge. She tried again to free her legs, pulling them apart and scrabbling at where the bindings should be, but to no avail. The loud shriek echoed through the room again, causing Charlie to once again clamp her hands over her ears. She looked around the room, and watched as again the television flickered into life. On screen was Sheena, her face adorned with one of the plastic masks, dirtied, broken and spattered with blood.
“You left me to die” her voice howled through the room. “You disrespected Rojo and Los Colores. They want you for their princess. They will have you. They will take you, break you and make you their own.” The whole room suddenly became uncomfortably warm, like someone had lit a fire in the room beneath. “YOU BELONG TO LOS COLORES” Sheena shrieked again, before her image vanished from the screen. Charlie hurriedly tried again to separate her legs, sweat starting to bead all over her body.
“Come on, come on....” she muttered to herself. Then she felt the icy cold silken feeling along her arm, the contrast in temperature from the room making her jump in shock. The ghostly cloth wrapped around her wrist, then between her legs, lashing her arm to her knees. She grabbed at it with her other arm, panicking desperately. She felt the cold up her other arm. She flailed it wildly, trying to shake of the spiritual silk, but was easily overpowered, leaving her hunched naked over on the edge of the bed, her arms bound just below her knees. “URGhh...Let me go you fucking ancient prick!” she growled angrily. Two icy hands grasped her around the midriff, hauling her onto the bed, tipping her forward onto her knees, her face buried into the soft bedding, her ass stuck high into the air. Her hair was tugged back as far as possible, her chin now resting in the blanket, her pony tail stretched out backwards by the invisible force. “Ahh! That hurts! Let me go!” She gasped. Suddenly she felt a chill on her lips, like a Popsicle being rubbed across her face. The chill had no taste or texture, just a sensation. The sensation became stronger, eventually gaining some form. The chill was wide and rubbery, like a spectral dildo, and was being forced between her lips. There was nothing there, nothing physical, but the nothingness began to slide in and out of Charlie’s mouth. She gagged loudly as the ethereal cock hit the back of her throat and stopped there. Charlie gasped and choked around it. She could feel herself getting weak and just as she was about to pass out, the invisible dick with drew, leaving Charlie gasping for air “cough plea..... cough” The force slid back into her mouth, repeating the same thing over and over, staying in her throat to the point of blacking out, then withdrawing, letting Charlie get oxygen back into her lungs. “St-stop, please, I’ll-“Charlie gasped between the oral assaults. The television screen flickered back on. Charlie was facing directly at it. She tried to avert her gaze, but could not avoid the large screen. She squeezed her eyes shut, but was forced to open them as the ghostly appendage gagged her again.
“No amount of begging will stop this” the voice started, before the screen cut to a live feed of the camera in the bedroom. Charlie saw herself, face down on the fed, her arms bound to her legs, her curvy as stuck high in the air. The heat in the room had made her perspire, giving her body a slightly wet sheen that glistened in the light as she desperately tried to wriggle free of the invisible bindings. Her eyes widened as she saw two large indentations appear in the bedding behind her.
“MMMMMmmmmff!” She tried her best to scream around the visible intrusion in her mouth as she felt two frosty hands grasp onto her hips. She looked at the camera feed, and could just about make out the indentations of two ghostly hands against her. She desperately tried to look around, but was restrained by the spectral pull of her pony tail, and the cock gagging her mouth. She felt the frigid chill spread across her ass, and a weight being pressed down onto her, as if there was a large person leaning onto her. She screamed out in shock as felt a coldness press against the opening of her pussy. “NNNNNNNNNNN-!” Her muffled cries blocked by ghostly nothingness as she was slowly penetrated by the spiritual chill, her lips being spread as it drove into us. It had very little friction; it didn’t feel rough or slimly, more like how she would imagine being fucked by a long shaft of ice would feel. It pummelled into her, relentlessly, vigorously. It had no rhythm, alternating speed and power, each thrust splitting Charlie apart, causing her to yelp around the invisible shaft in her mouth. The heat of the room, the intense cold of the ghost fucking her, and the lack of oxygen caused by her throat being gagged made her body tremble, losing strength rapidly. There was very little pain, and she began to feel moisture running down the inside of her thighs, mixing with the beads of sweat adorning her body. The yelps turned to moans, groans and screams of pleasure. She couldn’t help herself, felt her body betraying her. The invisible intrusion in her mouth pulled out as she reached a thundering orgasm, her satisfied scream filling the room. The waves of pleasure crashed through her body repeatedly, draining her of what little energy she had left. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the consciousness slowly vanishing from her body.

Charlie awoke with a start, and intense ache in her arms and shoulders. She looked around and realised she was suspended about three feet above the bed. Her arms where fastened together behind her back, stretching straight up towards the ceiling. Her right leg was suspended by the ankle, stretched out as far to the right as possible. Her left leg was folded in, her thigh bound to her ankle , and again being suspended from the ceiling. She tried to yell out, but was prevented by what felt like a rag in her mouth. She tried to rock from side to side to free herself, but swung gently in her bindings. She glanced at the camera feed, still live on the large television. Her body was hanging there, suspended in mid air. No ropes or chains. Her mouth was open, but had nothing in it. She could see where ropes would be, the invisible bindings digging into her skin. She widened her eyes as the door swung open, and someone walked in. It was Sheena, only nude and disfigured. The Aztec mask that she had worn in the shed was no fused with her face, the isometric patterns now formed by skin instead of plastic. Her right arm was free of skin, now just a tangled mess of muscle and bone, the hand on the end mostly bone, with a few red sinews holding everything together. Her clothing was practically non-existent, a few rags of pizza delivery company uniform hanging from her bulky frame. Her breasts were exposed, hanging limply from her frame, and between her legs swung a large penis, easily a foot long. Charlie’s eyes widen, and she thrashed against the invisible bindings.
“My my, you aren’t you a sight?” laughed Sheena, her voice almost digital, the sound low and distorted. “I hope you enjoyed my spirit before. She certainly had fun. Rojo was very pleased. He wants you to prove yourself. He asked me to test you. Teach you. BREAK YOU.” She cackled, screeching at the end of her sentence. Sheena walked over to Charlie’s trussed up body, running a slender, bony finger from her right ankle, up the length of her body, pressing it against Charlie’s parted lips as she reached her face. Charlie pulled her face away from the bloodied bones as best she could, but to no avail. She gagged slightly at the smell of decaying flesh that wafted beneath her nose. “Now, dearie” Sheena cackled “What to do with you....?” She paced around the bed, running her fingers across Charlie’s curves. “Hmmm..., I think we need more binds” She smiled, clapping her hands together once. The noise of flesh on bone was a strange mix of slapping and rattling. As Sheena’s hands touched, Charlie felt a tightening across her entire body. Across her breast, around her thighs, around her neck. Her hair was pulled back sharply, more strapping on her arms, and what felt like rope running from the binding on her chest, down through the parting of the lips of her pussy, tightly up through her ass crack fastened at the back. Charlie tensed as these new ghost constricted her. These bindings were not soft and silky like they had been previously, but coarse and unforgiving, the friction chafing. “My, you are looking delightful!” Sheena laughed “Oh, that’s right. You can’t see them. Let me change that for you”. She clasped her hands together in front of her face, and blew hard. A fine red dust plumed into the air, cascading down over Charlie’s swinging body. Charlie looked at the television, which now showed the extent of her bondage. Bright red ropes criss-crossed her body, digging into her flesh. In her mouth was a white fabric, packed in tightly, held in by another red rope wrapped tightly between her lips. Charlie began to squirm and writhe as the bindings faded into view, as if being able to actually see her predicament made things much more real. “There’s no use princesssssss......” Sheena hissed “You’ll never be free. You’re ours now” striking her more human hand across Charlie’s ass cheeks. “Let’s have some fun” Sheena clicked her bony fingers, and the gag vanished from Charlie’s mouth.
“FUCKING LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO BITCH!” she screamed, wriggling her arms as best she could in the hope she could get free. Sheena snapped her fingers again with a skeletal click, causing Charlie to cry out on pain. She looked at the video feed, and saw two large, red clips attached to either of her nipples, a thin chain connecting the two “GET THESE OFF ME!” Charlie grunted, trying to shake the clips free, causing more pain to shoot through her nipples. Sheena cracked her fingers together again, and again more pain. A weight hanging from the chain, pulling her nipples downwards, a sharp pain shooting through her body. Charlie grunt, desperately trying to hold her pain in, not wanting to give Sheena any satisfaction.
“Oh, resisting are we?” Sheena chuckled “Let’s see how long that lasts” She walked around the bed, reaching a hand underneath Charlie’s body, grabbing her right breast and squeezing tightly, her bloodied bone fingers digging into Charlie’s tender flesh. Charlie winced, but stayed quiet. Sheena then grabbed onto the chain, and pulled sharply, stretching out Charlie’s nipples as much as the clips and her skin would take. Charlie screwed her face up, desperately trying not to let her pain show. It was agony, but she wouldn’t be defeated. “Stronger than I thought” Sheena grinned. “Time to break you” She called her hands together, and Charlie let out a small yelp. Between her legs was a sliver ball, about the size of tennis ball, which was pressed against her pussy. The ball was shuddering, vibrating, jolting, and occasionally send small electrical impulses shooting through Charlie’s most intimate areas. The movements were random, sporadic, varying in intensity and duration. Charlie tried her best to hold in her feelings, but was overwhelmed with pleasure. She began to pant, moan and groan. She felt desperation to touch herself, taste herself, play with herself.
“A-ah....yeah” she gently moaned, biting her lip. “Please, d-don’t stop” she moaned, squealing as the vibration of the ball sped up.
“Weak” Sheena bellowed, her voice deepening. “YOU MUST BE PUNISHED.” Her voice now deep, digital, metallic. She grasped Charlie’s face between her hands, covering her flushed cheeks and positioned herself in front of her. The limp cock hanging between Sheena’s legs grew stiff, it’s head pushing against Charlie’s chin. “Smile darling, you’re gonna enjoy this” Sheena winked at her, before forcing the entire length of the large appendage into her mouth, lodging at the back of Charlie’s throat. Charlie gagged violently, spittle spurting around the outsides of Sheena’s penis, dribbling down her chin pooling on the bedding below. Sheena’s grip on the sides of Charlie’s head increased, her fingers entwined in her hair, forcing her head down onto her shaft in time with her thrusts. Charlie’s eye widened wildly every the cock hit her throat. She wriggled her shoulders, trying to free herself. Sheena’s grip was vice like, refusing to allow Charlie any inch of movement. The metallic ball continued to work away between Charlie’s legs, causing another shattering orgasm to cascade through her body, mix screams and moans with gags and chokes. Sheena’s ragged body began to shake violently. Pulling the shaft from Charlie’s mouth, she ran her skeletal hand vigorously up and down it’s length. Charlie hung there with her mouth open, a scream exiting her lips as Sheena’s cock erupted in a jet of white hot cum directly into Charlie’s mouth. The stream was like a fire hose, relentless and unforgiving. The cum glazed Charlie’s face, blocking out her vision. She could feel it hit her back, her ass, arms, legs, running over every inch of her body, into every nook and cranny. The jizz tingled, leaving another strange sensation coursing through Charlie’s body. She began to spasm, the bindings restricted her movement. As the semen dropped from over her eyes, she watched in horror as she saw Sheena, still ejaculating wildly at Charlie, the jet concentrated on her back, legs and pussy. Sheena’s body was changing, the flesh draining from her body at the same rate as the cum was leaving her dick. The flesh was dissolving, muscles wasting, blood and sinew disappearing. The cum flow stopped, and left standing briefly was a human skeleton, which then collapsed into a pile of bones at the side of the bed. Charlie gasped in horror,
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck fuck fuck!” Charlie started to panic, thrashing against her binds. The ties attached suddenly vanished, along with the metal ball between her legs, leaving her to fall face first onto the cum-covered bedding below. Charlie flexed her arms, trying to get some proper feeling back into them and stretched out her legs, briefly marvelling as she watched the cum drip off her limbs. She heard a rattle, and clambered to her feet at the side of the bed, covered head to toe in thick white semen, the drips causing small puddles on the carpeted floor. The skeleton stood in front of her, its eyes burning red, jaw dislocated. Charlie swung a punch at the bones, knocking the skull clean off the spine, it bouncing off under a chest of drawers like a basketball. “FUCK YOU!” she screamed, bolting off the bed, running out of the bedroom to the stairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she slipped, the cum acting as a lubricated. Charlie screamed out as she fell down the stairs, landing on her arm, then hip, then onto the back of her head, causing her eyes to roll back in her head, blacking out.
Charlie awoke at home. In her own room. In her own clothes. She sighed relieved,
“What a fucking awful dream” she muttered to herself, and tried to clamber out of the bed. She couldn’t move. She suddenly slid upright into a seated position “NO! THIS IS OVER! I’M HOME! LEAVE ME ALONE!” She screamed, bursting into tears.
“Oh I will” a voice vibrated through the room. Charlie dropped open, her tearful eyes widened as Percival marched through the door, a knife at the throat of her young sister Cait. She had just turned 18, and was the total opposite of her older sister. Slender, athletic and tall, her hair cropped in a short pixie cut. Charlie liked video games and pizza. Despite their differences, and the 6 years between them, they were practically best friends. The stage of them sharing clothes had long gone, but they still hung out, shared secrets and stories, and generally acted like good sisters should.
“YOU LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS YOU PATHETIC PERVERT!” Charlie yelled through the tears in Percival’s direction.”YOU HURT HER AND IT’LL BE THE LAST THING YOU EVER DO. CALL YOURSELF A FUCKING MAN, GETTING YOUR SPIRITS AND BOOGEYMEN TO DO YOUR FUCKING PERVY WORK FOR YOU!” she ranted “LET CAIT GO!” she shrieked. Percival placed the knife onto Charlie’s desk, calmly and collectedly. He stood up and smiled at Charlie.
“No” he shook his head, a huge grin spread across his face. I take what I want. Who i want. And young Caitlyn her is..” he groped at Cait’s small, pert breasts through her yellow vest top, causing Cait to squirm. She didn’t resist however arms down by her side “....divine.....” he laughed, shoving Cait on top of Charlie. Cait didn’t move, just whimpered slightly. Percival calmly stood up on the end of the bed and grabbed Cait by her cropped hair. He gestured with his free hand, and a loud crack echoed through the room, smoke billowing everywhere. As the fog dissipated, Charlie looked down at her body, her sister, and the perverted old man in her room. She watched in horror all of her clothing had dissolved, leaving her stark naked, sat upright, unable to move. Percival gestured again, Charlie’s legs involuntarily spreading apart. Charlie tried to fight it, to no avail. Percival had bent Cait over, forcing her face in between Charlie’s legs.
“Here’s the deal. Both of you cum at the same time, I let you both go. Fail, and you’re both mine forever” he sneered, unbuckling his belt, pulling it free from the belt loops of his suit trousers. His pants dropped to the floor, being kicked to one side in one swift movement. He slid his briefs down, scooping them up in one hand.
“FUCK YOU! LEAVE HER ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE! FU-“ Charlie’s rant was interrupted as Percival shoved his briefs into her mouth, wrapping his belt around her head, fastening it tight.
“You’re so much prettier when you aren’t talking” he grinned creepily. Charlie angry shouted into the underwear, reduced to nothing more than indecipherable “MMMMF”-ing.
“Now, where were we?” muttered Percival.”Ah yes, Miss Caitlyn” He ran his hand up her skirt, tear her baby blue panties off in one swift movement. Charlie tried to shout, plead, and beg him not to hurt her. Cait had no response, no words, just tears and faint sobs. The old man shoved her head down into Charlie’s crotch, leaned over and whispered in her ear “You will make you your sister cum. I will make you cum. And if it’s not at the same time, you will live with me. Forever. Understand?” Cait nodded, not saying a word, before having have face firmly shoved into her sister’s pussy. She tentatively hung out her tongue, gently touching the lips of Charlie’s opening, recoiling slightly as she did. She was shoved back into her sister by the force of Percival slamming into her from behind, repeatedly forcing his cock into her tight pussy. She let out a cry of pain, the tears increasing in volume. Charlie stared wide eyed at her sister being fucked by a power crazed rapist, powerless to do anything. She let out a gentle moan as her sister's soft tongue brushed against her. Her tongue worked away expertly, almost like she’d done this before. She felt flushed, the pleasure building within her.
“Must....hold....back....” she thought to herself, looking down at her sister being railed by the old man. She was making no noise, no semblance of enjoyment. She wasn’t going to cum. Why? She had to. She need to. Charlie couldn’t hold on any longer. She let go, allowing the orgasm to consume her, flooding her sister's tongue with her juices. Percival stared straight at her, his eyes pupil-less, just two white balls with three coloured stripes down them in red, yellow and blue.
“I’m in your head, I’m in your dreams, there is no escape. I will be waiting in reality. I. Am. Verde.” Charlie was stunned by a blinding white light, then shot upright, lying on the guest room bed. On freshly laundered sheets. In a bright, clean room. Fully clothed. She picked up the tablet. No weird messages. She flicked the television on. No masks. No feed of her being fucked by some otherworldly being. She went into the bathroom. Her hair was loose, long, hanging around her shoulders. And surprisingly neat considering she had been asleep. She bundled it into a loose bun and made her way downstairs. Everything was neat and in order. The plant in the kitchen was a standard house plant, a small pink bloom. She looked back on the video history for the last few days. Nothing out of the ordinary. She saw herself eating pizza. Going to the beach. Coming back. Giving the pizza boy an eyeful. Eating more pizza. She poured a glass of water, downing it in 3 large gulps and shook her head.
“W-was all that a dream?” she pondered. “It can’t have been. Not all of it.” She put e glass down and slipped her shoes on, wandering outside. She wandered into the woodland, towards the beach. The patch leading to the tool shed was there. The tool shed was still there. In one piece. She ran back to the house, to the tunnel. It was a tunnel. Real. She could walk out of there. Be free. It was all some weird trip. Running back inside, she jogged up the stairs and flopped down onto the bed and let out a giant sigh of relief. She picked up the tablet, and ordered another pizza. 20 minutes. A knock on the door. the same pizza boy that had filmed her being orally raped. He said nothing, just gave her the pizza, thanked her for the tip and left on his scooter, vanishing though the tunnel into the cliff. Charlie jogged back up the stairs, a slice of pizza in hand, and flopped down on the bed, flicking on the television. Judge Judy. She was normal. Had one head. It looked like Judge Judy, not some weird Mexican demon version. She picked up her phone and decided to call her sister. She hadn’t spoken to her since arriving at the house. Cait knew Charlie was coming, and had even driven her there a few days before so she knew where she was going. The phone rang. Cait answered. She was fine. Normal. They chatted for awhile, then Cait asked:
“Am I okay to come hang out there with you? I’ll bring pizza. My treat”
“Errr....” Charlie hesitated, unsure if her sister being in this house was a good idea. She pondered it briefly “Sure. You’ll love it here. It’s full of all the old-world shit you’re into”
“It’s called culture Charlotte; you should check it out sometime. Although you’ll have to step outside of Azkaban-“
“Azeroth” Charlie corrected her, referring to her love of online video games,
“Wherever. Just, go to a museum or something!” Cait replied, laughing. The girls chatted a while longer.
“Ok Charlie, I’ve gotta run. I’ll drop in and see you tomorrow, yeah?”
“Okay Cait. Bring your bikini, there’s a sweet beach here!” Charlie laughed.
“Ha,
will do! See ya sis!” Cait replied cheerily, before disconnecting. Charlie placed her phone back in here pocket and wandered downstairs to the bar. She looked at the row of bottles behind the bar. All old whiskeys and rums. Under the bar was the cooler. She took out two beers, headed back upstairs and finished her pizza.

The rest of the day passed without incident. She finished her pizza, watched a bunch of crap television, and then slept. Charlie awoke the next morning around 10:30, refreshed, awake, and alert. It was the best night’s sleep she’d had in forever. No bad dreams. No rape nightmares. Nothing weird, strange or unusual. The sun was beating down, hanging high in the morning sky. No clouds. The sound of the birds and the gentle lapping of the sea against the cliffs. Charlie slipped on a black bikini, then a vest top and long skirt to cover up until her sister had arrived. She pottered down to the kitchen, and looked through the cupboards and drawers for some food to take with them. After about 30 seconds, she gave in and sent a message to her sister;
“Ordering pizza, what do you want?”
“I’ll buy them, my treat J You get the beer in!” Cait replied. Charlie smiled, and ran back upstairs into the bathroom. She stared at herself long in the mirror, pulling her messy hair from her eyes, counting the small number of freckles that adorned her cheeks and smiling. She pulled her hair back behind her head, weaving it into a thick braided ponytail, smiled again and wandered back into the bedroom. She stood staring out of the window, watching the birds flit around outside, in and out of the treetops. Her daydreaming was interrupted by a gentle tapping on the door. She jogged down the stairs and opened the door. Cait was stood there, wearing a yellow bikini top, and a flowing blue and yellow sarong, holding a tote bag with 3 pizza boxes in.
“Meat feast, extra meat” she grinned, handing the bag to Charlie. The two sisters hugged, then walked into the hallway, and Cait gazed around the hallway in awe. “This place is incredible!” she exclaimed.
“It’s pretty cool house, just, y’know, don’t touch anything. I touched some weird powder stuff in this urn and had nightmares for days. Seriously scary stuff. So stay with me. Don’t touch anything!” Charlie advised, knowing that her sister was rather nosey. She turned around and saw Cait with a small ornament in her hand, holding it up to her face inspecting it “Seriously?!?” Charlie scolded. Cait put it down quickly, clasping her hands behind her back and looked sheepishly at her feet.
“Sorry...” she whispered.
“It’s okay” Charlie reassured her. “Come on, let me show you the bar, then let’s get down to the beach. The pizza’s going cold” Cait followed Charlie into the bar room. She immediately picked up a ball from the large snooker table. Without turning round, Charlie snapped “Put it down” Cait quietly obliged. Charlie showed Cait the bar and drinks fridge “I’m gonna go grab some towels, grab a few beers. AND NOTHING ELSE. Then let’s get going!” Charlie left the room and went to grab towels. Cait placed a few beers into an empty tote she had brought. She closed the door of the small fridge, then look to her right. She noticed one of the bright blue bottles, covered in dust, sat in a basket. She scooped one up, wiping the label clear of fluff. The writing was indecipherable, some kind of ancient language. Curiosity got the better of her, and she gently removed the cap. The liquid inside was clear, and had the strongest smell of alcohol. Cait hurriedly put the bottle back in the basket as she heard Charlie return. “Ready?” Charlie asked.
“Yeah, let’s go” Cait replied, glancing down at the basket of bottle she had disturbed. Something didn’t feel right, but she brushed it off, and followed Charlie to the beach.

As they walked down the steps to the beach, Cait gasped in awe.
“WHY didn’t you tell me about this place as soon as you found it?? It’s beautiful! I could come here and do my yoga. Oh, imagine it at sunset, it’d be so be-“
“Firstly” Charlie interrupted “It’s a private beach. Secondly, there’s a CCTV camera over there, and thirdly, NO FITNESS NONSENSE. Shut up and eat your pizza!” Charlie threw on of the boxes to Cait, Cait scooping it out of the end with one hand. “There better be some meat on that” she scowled jokingly.
“Veggie Delight” Cait grinned, shifting the box from Charlie’s grasp as she went to grab it from her. The sisters both laughed, rolling towels onto the sand. They lie down in the high California sunshine, stripping down to their bikinis.
“What’s in the third box?” Charlie asked with a mouthful of pizza.
“Open it” Cait smiled. Charlie grabbed the box, and carefully opened the lid
“ANOTHER MEAT FEAST, EXTRA MEAT!” Awww, Cait, you’re the best!” Charlie laughed, hugging her sister
“Ha, you’re welcome!” Cait replied, opening a couple of beers. She looked around at the camera, then turned back to Cait. “Do those cameras not bother you?” she asked Charlie “I mean, is he not , like, watching you? Charlie shook her head, swallowing her pizza.
“Not really” she replied. She pulled the tablet out from her bag “See, I can see the whole house, and if i, y’know, get up to anything i shouldn’t” She winked at her sister, swiping to the past recordings “I can just delete it” she smiled and handed Cait the tablet.
“Oh, cool” Cait smiled, flicking through the camera feeds. She flicked to BEACH-01. She walked over to the camera, admiring herself on the video feed.
“You need to get some meat on those bones!” Charlie shouted over to her, laughing. Cait suddenly stood perfectly still, her eyes wide.
“Ch-Charlie.....wh-what’s that?” She turned and pointed to the stairs. A small figure walked down the stairs. Slowly. Zombie-esque. It stood about 3 feet high, and was bright green in colour.
Charlie stood up, angrily grabbing one of the beer bottles, and charged towards the shuffling being.
“NO! THIS ISN’T HAPPENING! IT WAS A NIGHTMARE! YOU AREN’T REAL! FUCK OFF AND DIE! LEAVE!” she mashed the bottle across the monsters head “US!” she kicked it over with a hard kick, it falling back onto the stairs “ALONE!” she yelled, stamping its head hard into the staircase, causing it to split open, blood cascading over the stairs. She turned angrily to Cait, who was stood with her hands to her mouth, terrified. “DID YOU TOUCH ANYTHING?” Charlie shouted at her.
“N-No....I-i di-“ Cait stammered
“I’m fucking serious Cait, what was it? WHAT DID YOU DO?” Charlie pressed her for the truth
“I-I’m sorry Charlie” tears formed in Cait’s eyes “T-there was this sny blue bottle, and I wanted to see what it was, and i opened it, and-“
“PLEASE tell me you didn’t drink any?” Charlie asked desperately
“No!” Cait yelled back “I sniffed it, and then you came downstairs so I put it back with the rest” She ran over to her older sister “Charlie, what the hell is going on? The fuck was that thing? Charlie, I’m scared...” Charlie wrapped her arms around her younger sister.
“It’ll be fine” she reassured her “But we need to go. NOW. I explain everything when we’re back home, alright?” Cait nodded, and went to grab their stuff from the towels. She bundled the towels and clothes into a bag, and went to grab the last pizza box. As she did, she felt her feet slowly sinking into the sand. She fought to free herself, but only served to sink deeper.
"CHARLIE!" She screamed loudly. Charlie went to run towards her, but found herself stuck fast too. Sher tried to reach out to Cait, but was inches from her grasp.
"JUST STAY STILL" she shouted to her sister. "The more you move, the more you'll sink"
"Charlie, what's happening? I'm scared Charlie!" Cait sobbed, wriggling to free herself, sinking deeper"
"STOP MOVING" Charlie ordered her. Cait stared at her, and nodded, her cheeks streaked with tears.
"CHARLIE!" She screamed loudly. Charlie went to run towards her, but found herself stuck fast too. She tried to reach out to Cait, but was inches from her grasp.
"JUST
STAY STILL" she shouted to her sister. "The more you move, the more
you'll sink"
"Charlie,
what's happening? I'm scared Charlie!" Cait sobbed, wriggling to free
herself, sinking deeper"
"STOP
MOVING" Charlie ordered her. Cait stared at her, and nodded, her cheeks
streaked with tears. The sand around them began to vibrate wildly, the
ground shaking. Small rocks fell from the surrounding cliffs, embedding into
the soft sand. The calm gentle sea turned rough, the waves rising to at least
10 feet high, smashing into the beach, the water lapping around the girls
before retreating back to the ocean. The skies darkened, turning from
California blue to a grey reminiscent of a winter thunderstorm in rural
England.
“CHARLIE!” Cait screamed again as the water washed around her trapped thighs “I DON’T WANNA DIE! HELP!”
“You won’t die!” Charlie yelled back “Just do what they say, what they want, and you’ll be okay. Just promise me as soon as this is over you go home and stay there, okay?
“THEY?” Cait shouted back, sniffing back the tears “What do you mean, they?”
She didn’t have to wait for a reply. From the sands rose 5 green creatures, all similar in stature to the one Charlie had stomped to death. Charlie swivelled to look towards the stairs, and saw the stricken corpse rise up, a huge gouge from the side of his skull, his eyes jet black, with a small neon green dots for pupils, his mouth wide, teeth bared. The small monsters stood together, 2 pairs of 2, the injured one striding menacingly and standing next to the 5th. They stood, looking like aggressive green Smurfs, and began to chant..
“V. E. R. D. E. V. E. R. D. E” in a low, hushed tone.
“Charlie, what the hell is-?” Cait shook as she spoke.
“I have no idea. But please, just do what they want, and it’ll be over soon. I’ll explain everything. Just be strong” Charlie looked into her sister's eyes. Cait nodded, her eyes filled with tears. Charlie noticed they’d stopped sinking, both buried to just above the knees, Cait still standing much taller than her older sister.
“Charlie, look!” Cait exclaimed, pointing to the small monsters on the beach. They were kissing each other. Passionately. Aggressively.
“What the actual fuck?” Charlie asked with a puzzled look on her face. The 3 pairs of monsters appeared to be absorbing each other, becoming 3 larger, much stronger looking monsters. Their torsos were ripped; leg and arm muscles sculpted and well defined, yet still bright green. Their faces chiselled, still monstrous, but oddly handsome. One of the beasts had the top quarter of its skull missing, his brain and eye socket exposed. Each of them were now much taller, than doubling in size.
“Wh-what’s happening?” Cait started.
“Pretend it’s a dream Cait” Charlie replied “It’ll be over before you know it” she added, trying to reassure her. The shortest of the three monsters, moved towards Cait, and roughly grabbed her left arm. She tried her best to yank free, slamming on the monster’s muscular wrist with her free arm with no effect.
“CHARLIE!” She yelled, before the monsters other arm clamped over her mouth.
“HEY!” Charlie yelled back. “Get your fucking hands off her! I’m the one you want!” The monster looked over, and gestured to the one with the damaged cranium. He walked over, grabbing both of Charlie’s arm, pinning them behind her back. He forced her forward, bending her over so her chest hit the sand. Holding her arms in one hand, he ripped her bikini bottoms from around her. He tugged her braided hair back, then shoved the bottoms into her mouth. Resting his full weight on her back, he trapped her hands under his muscular torso, and held her head steady, forcing her to stare over at Cait. She could feel the monsters cold, clammy, cocks hanging lose, tapping against her backside as she struggled.
“You hurt head. You watch other lady have head hurt” the monster said in simple tones, his voice deep and gruff. Charlie struggled against the weight of the injured monster, but there was little she could do. She watched as the shorter monster gestured over to the third monster, trudged over towards him. The short monster grunted, and the other hunkered down in the sand seated in front of Cait.
“CHARLIE!” she screamed, her eyes bulging as she saw the size of the monster’s cock increasing dramatically. Charlie shook, trying to free herself. The shorter monster wrenched Cait’s arm roughly behind her back, bending her over towards the large member staring back up at her.
“NO! I-I’VE NEVER-“Cait screamed before having her mouth rammed full of the demons cock. Cait desperately tried to open her mouth as wide as she could to accommodate it. She choked as the intrusion in her mouth slid to the back of her throat and beyond, desperately thrashing her free arm against the sand, trying to push away. She gasped loudly as she was pulled back up by her short, cropped hair, coughing and spluttering before being forced back down. Charlie writhed about under the monster pinning her, yelling into her gag in desperation to save her sister. She watched in horror as her sister’s throat was mercilessly raped by the monsters.
“We hurt her like you hurt me” the monster pinning her down growled in her ear. She felt his cock grow harder, pushing against the opening to her pussy. “Me have fun while you watch tall lady suffer” the beast scowled, taking his weight off Charlie’s back, and forcing himself inside her. Charlie cried out through the gag, letting out anguished grunts as the cock ploughed into her. She tried her best to support herself using her now freed arms.
“Gotta save Cait” she kept thinking to herself. “Gotta deal with this fucker first” She formed a plan. Get him at his weakest moment. Make him cum, then strike. She’d work out how to get free afterwards. She arched her back and pushed back into the monsters cock, trying her best to make it as pleasurable for the beast as possible. She rode up and down it, doing her best to ignore the pain. She pulled out the gag, letting out a pleasured moan,, glancing round at the monster to see if her efforts were having the desired effects. The monster was grimacing, green sweat pouring from his body, pooling on the sand briefly before soaking in. Charlie noticed her legs had a little more freedom, the momentum of being driven into repeatedly leaving more space around her legs. She wriggled her legs as best she could, then heard a loud groan, the pounding stopped, and she saw the monster stood in front of her, its giant cock pointing at her face. She saw her opportunity. She grabbed to monsters cock, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft, hanging her tongue out as if she were ready to receive the beast’s load. She watched his face closely, trying to gauge when he was going to cum. She timed it almost right, catching the first load of cum in her right eye. She shrugged it off, grabbing hard on his cock with her right arm, pulling down towards the hole. She used this momentum to clamber out of the sand hole, watching as he fell in. With her right arm she aimed punches at the exposed part of the monster’s skull, hitting him with all her might several times, repeatedly aiming her punches at the brain. He let out a roar, tumbling into sand as Charlie rained down blows into his shattered temple.
“FUCK YOU, YOU DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT!” She screamed, her blood stained fist repeatedly bouncing of the monsters brain. She watched the bright light of his pupils vanish, his eyelids closed and his body slump in the sand crater. She spat at the crumpled green heap beneath her, and then sprinted toward Cait. Cait was still stuck in the sand, her face being forced down onto the giant green cock of the monster lying on the floor. Her mascara was bleeding down her cheeks, ruined by the stream of tears. Spit and drool hung from her chin, dangling in a long string before breaking off dropping onto the golden sands.
“CHARLIE!!” she gasped as the cock pulled out of her mouth very briefly before being forced back in. Charlie channelled her anger, running to the monstrous being who appeared to be enjoying his blow job rather a lot. Charlie leapt in the air, using all her momentum and as much force as she could muster, planted the heel of her right foot into it’s eye socket. The soft sand only absorbed a small amount of the force, and his eye socket shattered, his eyeball split, leaving a neon green slime running from the bloodied mess of his face.
“LEAVE MY LITTLE SISTER ALONE!” Charlie yelled, kicking the bleeding monster. The one holding Cait reacted, dropping her into the sand, and lunging at Charlie. Charlie dodged his blows, rolling through the sand into the wash of the ocean. “CAIT!” she yelled, glancing over at her sister, hunched over in the sand, coughing and gasping for air “GET FREE IF YOU CAN. RUN. GO BACK TO YOUR CAR. I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU” Cait looked over at Charlie,
“But Char-“
“NO BUTS! FUCKING RUN” Cait managed to dislodge her legs, climbing out the sand, and began to scurry to the stairs.
“RUN!” yelled Charlie, dodging another blow. She watched her sister vanish over the crest of the staircase and into the woods. She dodged another blow, and then felt something grab her ankle. “Fuck!” she muttered to herself as the mangled face of the monster that had been violating her sister stared back at her. Charlie kicked out at him, but he grabbed her other leg, hauling her to the ground. The monster chasing her grabbed her, clamping a hand around her neck and pulling her hair roughly, yanking her head back. Charlie opened her mouth wide, trying to get as much air into her system as possible.
“You break Verde. Verde has to have Rojo’s princess as his Queen” he snarled, neon green drool dripping from the edge of his lips, falling into Charlie’s open mouth. He released his grip on Charlie’s throat, keeping her hair pulled back tight. Manoeuvring his muscular hands under her bikini top, he grabbed onto one of her nipples, squeezing tightly, twisting as his did so. Charlie cried out in pain, flailing her arms around trying to bat the monster off. The hand at her breast moved down between her legs, thrusting it’s digits inside her. The hand on her hair moved to her throat again, pulling her back in towards the large green adonis. She felt the tip of something rock hard and stone cold pressing against her asshole. She clenched, trying to repel it. The monster then slammed into her with one sw