The Mansion Prologue
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My life was short. It was only half entertaining. I truly disobeyed my one goal to live long and prosper. My name is Tanya and I am dead.
It had not been my fault that I had died, but when is the one who passes away, the one who is guilty? I shall here, recount the story of my death, and my afterlife to this day as best as I can:
My deathday was my 20th birthday. A sad thought, but yet death, was possibly the best birthday gift I could have gotten.
You see ever since I had been 15 I had been a well-known slut. I was guilty of i****t with my twin brother Chris, I had fucked seniors at my High school, a few teachers, to pass a test that I didn’t even have to do, or just hop on the first hot guy I saw in a bar. However after every blowjob, orgasm, and morning after, a great feeling of guilt would rest on my chest. I wasn’t guilty for the sex. God no it was so much better than making love. I was guilty for abusing these poor men with my body. All I had to do was smile and say hello, and they would lick my pussy. I had a FF cup chest at 16, and an ass that would put Jay-Lo and Nicki Minaj to shame.
So on my 20th birthday, I was walking to McDonald’s at 4:00 am before I went for my swimming at 4:45. When I was roughly 50 metres from the restaurant, my sneaker caught in a gutter. As I fell my entire weight continued forward but my leg was stubborn and remained where it was. All the force went straight to my MCL and tore it right open. And to make matters worse, I landed on my knee. I bit back the tears, and attempted to remove my trapped foot. I would’ve definitely had to cancel on the swimming. As I shifted my body to free myself I ended up in a stance like an Olympic sprinter would. Both hands on the ground, one foot behind the other. This caused my lovely ass to rise like a flag.
I probably didn’t describe my body well enough last time. My body was to die for (and I died for it), so when my ass high up in translucent yoga pants, with me being trapped like a helpless puppy, it was enough to make a priest (a non-guilty one at that) come up and ram me. And someone did ram me. One second I’m attempting to get my foot out of this gutter, the next, a hand is over my mouth and a cock has punctured a great big hole right through my pants, and panties straight into my ass. Now I had given my ass PLENTY of times before. But the suddenness of it, made me gasp out, and I was immediately drowned in shock. Pain suddenly rushed through me and I begged for my assailant to stop, ease the pain, anything! As if my words aroused him even more, he came in my ass, but he took it in his stride, His dick didn’t even become a tiny bit flabby. After his 5th cumshot I was truly ready to do anything to get his missile out of my butt. I screamed for mercy, for about a good minute before his patience grew thin. The final words were that I ever heard alive were; “shut up fuckdoll,” followed by a click darkness.
I woke up dead without realising I was dead. I was at my own crime scene, staring down at my own body confused, until I finally realised I was a form of my body, invisible to all but myself. I was naked, but not cold in the January weather.
I went to my funeral and cried my heart out in the back row, knowing no living soul could hear anything from me. After I went walking wiping the tears, a thought went through my mind that I wish I had died with a hotter body, abs rock hard and my jugs a triple F. Well when I look down I have abs like a model and my chest is definitely bigger. I wished for my ass to be double its size and it did. Man it was huge: Each cheek was like 3 basketballs smushed against three others. I wished for clothes but none came. I wished for people to hear me no one did. I wished to go to Vegas but I remained on Main Street.
I went downtown and into my old office where I had worked as a writer, and I saw a colleague of mine. He was extremely cute, with a smile that could crack an egg. He was bisexual and a swimmer; his body made my pussy wet even when I was dead. Unfortunately he was in a relationship with some Swedish guy, who worked as a model for Calvin Klein. But now I decided to experiment with my new free will. So as he was at his desk writing, I saw the bulge in his pants and knew he was bored and horny as hell. So to the experiment: I reached through his underpants and his grasped his dick gently. My hand went through it but I could FEEL it. He frowned, and glanced at his hard-on but continued to scribble on his paper. Taking it to the next level, I inhaled his manhood. This time the wonderful taste of a man in my mouth danced over my taste buds, and the feeling was there. Best thing was since technically it went right through me; I could deep throat this guy. As I did he jumped up and stared at his dick in amazement. Then he just slouched back and moaned, after a minute he came in his pants. The semen staid in his underwear, but the taste flooded my mouth. I sighed.
I got up and walked around my former office seeing the people who had attended my own funeral. Then I saw the office slut (other than me).
Jamie had fucked so many guys in the washroom, and yet I was the only person who knew about it. We had hated each other. Then a grin soared across my face. I went over to her and touched her. Of course I went right through her, but she too frowned and glanced at her arm. So while she was distracted I jumped inside her body.
I had control, I could read her thoughts, control her movements, and feel what she felt. Jamie tried to scream for help that she was possessed by something but I just made her lips smile. I saw my old boss in his office going over some emails. Mr. Culser had been a pervert glancing Jamie and me up and down. Jamie had despised his guts, while I thought he was actually pretty nice. Knowing Jamie would never fuck him I decided to make her.
I walked Jamie into his office. He looked up.
“Ah Jamie is there anything I can do for you?”
Jamie’s thought filled with disgust for his face, I grinned her face and in my head.
“Yes, sir could I fuck you?” I made Jamie shut the door.
He was startled of course but I jumped on the chance while Jamie’s thoughts went from disgust to horror. I threw myself at his pants and sucked; combining my sucking skills and Jamie’s this was very possibly the best blowjob this guy had ever had. All the time Jamie was begging herself to stop, trying to spit out his cock, but my mind overpowered hers. Within seconds he was cumming. I attempted to make Jamie sit on his cock, but he stopped me. He reached for his phone.
“Yes Anne? Yes I am in a meeting for the next while and then overviewing an interview. Yes so any calls, faxes any contact for me. Hold it please? Thanks Anne.”
Turning back to me he grinned as I made Jamie and I plopped down. OH MY GOD. It was wonderful, having his 7” dick inside of my (and Jamie’s) cunt was so good, within seconds both of Jamie and I were cumming over his dick, which in return he shot his jizz into our cunts, I continued to force Jamie to ride her boss, and make her say she didn’t want a promotion and that all she wanted was him just this once. Every thirty seconds or so I would cum and force Jamie to orgasm. He truly did have amazing stamina. He had only shot his load the twice and he wasn’t showing any signs of doing so either. Jamie’s thoughts were also on the same line. Then she muttered something inside her mind that gave me a whole new idea.
“Thank god I’m on the pill…”
This made me get off of his cock. Jamie all but screamed thank you in her mind, and Mr Culser looked disappointed… Until I guided him into our asses!
Jamie screamed and began to mentally cry as orgasm after orgasm rolled through our bodies. I mentally laughed at the poor whore. It was having the intended effect on Mr. Culser. He had nearly been pumping himself into Jamie’s bum when he let loose a roar and his balls emptied themselves into Jamie’s bowels.
“Thank you sir, I look forward to doing something again soon.”
I made Jamie leave te office looking like the whore she was. Then I returned her to office. There I made her open the door and strip down to her birthday suit. Jamie’s mental tears continued to roll as I made her masturbate and scream at the top of her lungs. I plunged a fist in, an pinched her clit, causing her to soak the carpet as I made us scream in ecstasy. Before long Mr. Culser came in and fired her.
“AND TO THINK I FUCKED AN IDIOT!” I yelled at him, before finishing up with a kick to the dick.
Together Jamie and I stalked her body out of the office and down thirteen floors totally naked. Out on the street there were tons of hunks s if there were to be a shooting for Male Models.
I forced Jamie to grab three by the ties and dragged them into an alleyway.
“You, Put your cock in my pussy!” I pointed at hunk 1. He did so gladly. “You, in my ass!” I directed Hunk 2. Finally I sank down as these men each with 8” hard ons double penetrated me, and I grabbed Hunk 3 and gave him a blowjob.
I didn’t need air being a soul but Jamie did and I was glad to see her body was finding it difficult. What with a huge missile in her mouth, and two others in her arse and cunt Jamie was bound for passing out. Finally each man came. I sighed in relief as the taste of jizz went to my stomach, bowels and pussy: While Jamie got the luxury of having none. The three lucky men began to act as if they were going to leave. But I grabbed them all roughly by their red manhoods.
“Bukkake. Tits and face cover all of them in cum.” I gave the order and all three of them began pounding there dicks to get the sweet juices within them to a boil. While I made Jamie rest on her knees I decided to embarrass the little bitch even more.
“Don’t you wanna give me some cum? Don’t you wanna give your little whore your delicious jizz?” I made Jamie’s voice sound babyish; oh boy did that do the trick. With identical grunts and faces of relief, the men came all over me in unison. I smiled like a little slut should and kissed them all and said thank you.
Just as the men who couldn’t believe what had happened left, the city centre’s clock chimed 8:00 pm. Jamie’s body was beginning to fee cold. Fuck it I thought, she’s gonna be a lot warmer soon. I walked Jamie through the alleyways until we came to the Sex district: The nickname for the back streets where the high end brothels and strip clubs were.
Until then Jamie had been pretty quiet with her thoughts. She seemed to have been in a state of mental shock: Seeing the bright lights of “Fun Life Fuck” made Jamie writhe mentally. Oh boy was I going to enjoy this.
As we entered Jamie covered in the dry cum, I went up to the doorman and asked where the owner was.
“In his office toots, but if you wanna join it’s free.” I made her smile seductively and rub his hard-on. I saw a stalk of papers on a desk coming in and I realised they were contracts for new call girls, strippers and prostitutes. I walked over…
“ No… Don’t do it!” Jamie’s thoughts screamed. I made her face grin. “Please no anything but that!” I picked up the pen and filled in all the checkmarks for being a stripper, pole dancer, and prostitute. “It’s not too late you can sign for only one week.” I mad an additional note saying I would do specials and bar sex acts. Then I went for the time. “ 1 week. 1 week. 1 week.” Jamie chanted as if THAT could possibly change my mind. I pressed down on the pen and wrote down four words: A lifetime of sefvice.
Jamie went mentally berserk with fear, her thoughts a gigantic blur of anger and fear. I pressed the pen down one more time where I put Jamie’s signature.
Jamie Holmes was officially property of Fun Life Fuck for the rest of her life.
Jamie’s thoughts went blank, motion running through of every thought in her brain, but without words. I handed the paper to the stunned doorman. Then I picked up a Sharpie and a board that was meant to hang over a girl’s neck. On it I wrote: Free **** and Gangbang. With sign hanging in front of Jamie’s jizz covered jugs, I walked into the bar and lounge area.
It being Monday there weren’t many guys and no girls. Practically a pub. I was about to change that. I walked up to the centre table stood Jamie up on it and yelled at the top of her voice.
“FREE WHORE!”
Then I finally let go of Jamie’s used body. It took her a few seconds to realise she was in control of her body, but by then she had cocks in and surrounding her.
I walked out of the pub extremely happy. I hoped inside the first car and rode the motherfucker who was driving til the end of sight.
So here’s what death is like.
I can change my appearance to myself at will.
I can control people.
I can orgasm and taste cum.
I am always naked
There is no pain
So I use this to make myself an extreme slut. Fucking men til we both orgasm, I tease men sometimes or I just plain ruin a whore’s life.
And all my victims never know there is a girl sucking their cock, riding it or signing their life away to a brothel. You see I am about to step up my after life to the next level. I am about to get SUPER crazy. If you start to do anything against your will or cum in your pants. Remember me.
So I guess why you can see for a whore, death is better than life.
It had not been my fault that I had died, but when is the one who passes away, the one who is guilty? I shall here, recount the story of my death, and my afterlife to this day as best as I can:
My deathday was my 20th birthday. A sad thought, but yet death, was possibly the best birthday gift I could have gotten.
You see ever since I had been 15 I had been a well-known slut. I was guilty of i****t with my twin brother Chris, I had fucked seniors at my High school, a few teachers, to pass a test that I didn’t even have to do, or just hop on the first hot guy I saw in a bar. However after every blowjob, orgasm, and morning after, a great feeling of guilt would rest on my chest. I wasn’t guilty for the sex. God no it was so much better than making love. I was guilty for abusing these poor men with my body. All I had to do was smile and say hello, and they would lick my pussy. I had a FF cup chest at 16, and an ass that would put Jay-Lo and Nicki Minaj to shame.
So on my 20th birthday, I was walking to McDonald’s at 4:00 am before I went for my swimming at 4:45. When I was roughly 50 metres from the restaurant, my sneaker caught in a gutter. As I fell my entire weight continued forward but my leg was stubborn and remained where it was. All the force went straight to my MCL and tore it right open. And to make matters worse, I landed on my knee. I bit back the tears, and attempted to remove my trapped foot. I would’ve definitely had to cancel on the swimming. As I shifted my body to free myself I ended up in a stance like an Olympic sprinter would. Both hands on the ground, one foot behind the other. This caused my lovely ass to rise like a flag.
I probably didn’t describe my body well enough last time. My body was to die for (and I died for it), so when my ass high up in translucent yoga pants, with me being trapped like a helpless puppy, it was enough to make a priest (a non-guilty one at that) come up and ram me. And someone did ram me. One second I’m attempting to get my foot out of this gutter, the next, a hand is over my mouth and a cock has punctured a great big hole right through my pants, and panties straight into my ass. Now I had given my ass PLENTY of times before. But the suddenness of it, made me gasp out, and I was immediately drowned in shock. Pain suddenly rushed through me and I begged for my assailant to stop, ease the pain, anything! As if my words aroused him even more, he came in my ass, but he took it in his stride, His dick didn’t even become a tiny bit flabby. After his 5th cumshot I was truly ready to do anything to get his missile out of my butt. I screamed for mercy, for about a good minute before his patience grew thin. The final words were that I ever heard alive were; “shut up fuckdoll,” followed by a click darkness.
I woke up dead without realising I was dead. I was at my own crime scene, staring down at my own body confused, until I finally realised I was a form of my body, invisible to all but myself. I was naked, but not cold in the January weather.
I went to my funeral and cried my heart out in the back row, knowing no living soul could hear anything from me. After I went walking wiping the tears, a thought went through my mind that I wish I had died with a hotter body, abs rock hard and my jugs a triple F. Well when I look down I have abs like a model and my chest is definitely bigger. I wished for my ass to be double its size and it did. Man it was huge: Each cheek was like 3 basketballs smushed against three others. I wished for clothes but none came. I wished for people to hear me no one did. I wished to go to Vegas but I remained on Main Street.
I went downtown and into my old office where I had worked as a writer, and I saw a colleague of mine. He was extremely cute, with a smile that could crack an egg. He was bisexual and a swimmer; his body made my pussy wet even when I was dead. Unfortunately he was in a relationship with some Swedish guy, who worked as a model for Calvin Klein. But now I decided to experiment with my new free will. So as he was at his desk writing, I saw the bulge in his pants and knew he was bored and horny as hell. So to the experiment: I reached through his underpants and his grasped his dick gently. My hand went through it but I could FEEL it. He frowned, and glanced at his hard-on but continued to scribble on his paper. Taking it to the next level, I inhaled his manhood. This time the wonderful taste of a man in my mouth danced over my taste buds, and the feeling was there. Best thing was since technically it went right through me; I could deep throat this guy. As I did he jumped up and stared at his dick in amazement. Then he just slouched back and moaned, after a minute he came in his pants. The semen staid in his underwear, but the taste flooded my mouth. I sighed.
I got up and walked around my former office seeing the people who had attended my own funeral. Then I saw the office slut (other than me).
Jamie had fucked so many guys in the washroom, and yet I was the only person who knew about it. We had hated each other. Then a grin soared across my face. I went over to her and touched her. Of course I went right through her, but she too frowned and glanced at her arm. So while she was distracted I jumped inside her body.
I had control, I could read her thoughts, control her movements, and feel what she felt. Jamie tried to scream for help that she was possessed by something but I just made her lips smile. I saw my old boss in his office going over some emails. Mr. Culser had been a pervert glancing Jamie and me up and down. Jamie had despised his guts, while I thought he was actually pretty nice. Knowing Jamie would never fuck him I decided to make her.
I walked Jamie into his office. He looked up.
“Ah Jamie is there anything I can do for you?”
Jamie’s thought filled with disgust for his face, I grinned her face and in my head.
“Yes, sir could I fuck you?” I made Jamie shut the door.
He was startled of course but I jumped on the chance while Jamie’s thoughts went from disgust to horror. I threw myself at his pants and sucked; combining my sucking skills and Jamie’s this was very possibly the best blowjob this guy had ever had. All the time Jamie was begging herself to stop, trying to spit out his cock, but my mind overpowered hers. Within seconds he was cumming. I attempted to make Jamie sit on his cock, but he stopped me. He reached for his phone.
“Yes Anne? Yes I am in a meeting for the next while and then overviewing an interview. Yes so any calls, faxes any contact for me. Hold it please? Thanks Anne.”
Turning back to me he grinned as I made Jamie and I plopped down. OH MY GOD. It was wonderful, having his 7” dick inside of my (and Jamie’s) cunt was so good, within seconds both of Jamie and I were cumming over his dick, which in return he shot his jizz into our cunts, I continued to force Jamie to ride her boss, and make her say she didn’t want a promotion and that all she wanted was him just this once. Every thirty seconds or so I would cum and force Jamie to orgasm. He truly did have amazing stamina. He had only shot his load the twice and he wasn’t showing any signs of doing so either. Jamie’s thoughts were also on the same line. Then she muttered something inside her mind that gave me a whole new idea.
“Thank god I’m on the pill…”
This made me get off of his cock. Jamie all but screamed thank you in her mind, and Mr Culser looked disappointed… Until I guided him into our asses!
Jamie screamed and began to mentally cry as orgasm after orgasm rolled through our bodies. I mentally laughed at the poor whore. It was having the intended effect on Mr. Culser. He had nearly been pumping himself into Jamie’s bum when he let loose a roar and his balls emptied themselves into Jamie’s bowels.
“Thank you sir, I look forward to doing something again soon.”
I made Jamie leave te office looking like the whore she was. Then I returned her to office. There I made her open the door and strip down to her birthday suit. Jamie’s mental tears continued to roll as I made her masturbate and scream at the top of her lungs. I plunged a fist in, an pinched her clit, causing her to soak the carpet as I made us scream in ecstasy. Before long Mr. Culser came in and fired her.
“AND TO THINK I FUCKED AN IDIOT!” I yelled at him, before finishing up with a kick to the dick.
Together Jamie and I stalked her body out of the office and down thirteen floors totally naked. Out on the street there were tons of hunks s if there were to be a shooting for Male Models.
I forced Jamie to grab three by the ties and dragged them into an alleyway.
“You, Put your cock in my pussy!” I pointed at hunk 1. He did so gladly. “You, in my ass!” I directed Hunk 2. Finally I sank down as these men each with 8” hard ons double penetrated me, and I grabbed Hunk 3 and gave him a blowjob.
I didn’t need air being a soul but Jamie did and I was glad to see her body was finding it difficult. What with a huge missile in her mouth, and two others in her arse and cunt Jamie was bound for passing out. Finally each man came. I sighed in relief as the taste of jizz went to my stomach, bowels and pussy: While Jamie got the luxury of having none. The three lucky men began to act as if they were going to leave. But I grabbed them all roughly by their red manhoods.
“Bukkake. Tits and face cover all of them in cum.” I gave the order and all three of them began pounding there dicks to get the sweet juices within them to a boil. While I made Jamie rest on her knees I decided to embarrass the little bitch even more.
“Don’t you wanna give me some cum? Don’t you wanna give your little whore your delicious jizz?” I made Jamie’s voice sound babyish; oh boy did that do the trick. With identical grunts and faces of relief, the men came all over me in unison. I smiled like a little slut should and kissed them all and said thank you.
Just as the men who couldn’t believe what had happened left, the city centre’s clock chimed 8:00 pm. Jamie’s body was beginning to fee cold. Fuck it I thought, she’s gonna be a lot warmer soon. I walked Jamie through the alleyways until we came to the Sex district: The nickname for the back streets where the high end brothels and strip clubs were.
Until then Jamie had been pretty quiet with her thoughts. She seemed to have been in a state of mental shock: Seeing the bright lights of “Fun Life Fuck” made Jamie writhe mentally. Oh boy was I going to enjoy this.
As we entered Jamie covered in the dry cum, I went up to the doorman and asked where the owner was.
“In his office toots, but if you wanna join it’s free.” I made her smile seductively and rub his hard-on. I saw a stalk of papers on a desk coming in and I realised they were contracts for new call girls, strippers and prostitutes. I walked over…
“ No… Don’t do it!” Jamie’s thoughts screamed. I made her face grin. “Please no anything but that!” I picked up the pen and filled in all the checkmarks for being a stripper, pole dancer, and prostitute. “It’s not too late you can sign for only one week.” I mad an additional note saying I would do specials and bar sex acts. Then I went for the time. “ 1 week. 1 week. 1 week.” Jamie chanted as if THAT could possibly change my mind. I pressed down on the pen and wrote down four words: A lifetime of sefvice.
Jamie went mentally berserk with fear, her thoughts a gigantic blur of anger and fear. I pressed the pen down one more time where I put Jamie’s signature.
Jamie Holmes was officially property of Fun Life Fuck for the rest of her life.
Jamie’s thoughts went blank, motion running through of every thought in her brain, but without words. I handed the paper to the stunned doorman. Then I picked up a Sharpie and a board that was meant to hang over a girl’s neck. On it I wrote: Free **** and Gangbang. With sign hanging in front of Jamie’s jizz covered jugs, I walked into the bar and lounge area.
It being Monday there weren’t many guys and no girls. Practically a pub. I was about to change that. I walked up to the centre table stood Jamie up on it and yelled at the top of her voice.
“FREE WHORE!”
Then I finally let go of Jamie’s used body. It took her a few seconds to realise she was in control of her body, but by then she had cocks in and surrounding her.
I walked out of the pub extremely happy. I hoped inside the first car and rode the motherfucker who was driving til the end of sight.
So here’s what death is like.
I can change my appearance to myself at will.
I can control people.
I can orgasm and taste cum.
I am always naked
There is no pain
So I use this to make myself an extreme slut. Fucking men til we both orgasm, I tease men sometimes or I just plain ruin a whore’s life.
And all my victims never know there is a girl sucking their cock, riding it or signing their life away to a brothel. You see I am about to step up my after life to the next level. I am about to get SUPER crazy. If you start to do anything against your will or cum in your pants. Remember me.
So I guess why you can see for a whore, death is better than life.
Mckenna
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