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Satan's Hand
by Paul G Jutras
It was a hot steamy evening in New Orleans. John Orson was a 21 year old
transsexual who stood nervously in a bar with a drink in his hand. His
nail-painted hand fiddled with his yellow sun dress. He watched as couples
would make their way downstairs and return. A dark skinned, dark haired
woman approached him with a big smile on her face. She took John by the
arm and led him to the stairs.
"This your first time?" The woman giggled as they headed down the stone
steps. John could see mold on the stone walls.
"No." John said weakly.
"I mean your first time in a place like this?" The woman corrected.
John just smiled a little and nodded. The dark woman smiled back and led
him down the corridor to a door. Taking a key from her purse she
unlocked it and pushed it open. Laying on a bed with his arms behind his
head was a muscular blond handsome man. "Names Mary," The dark
woman finally said. "If there is any trouble, call for me."
"Wh-What does Mary mean, trouble?" John swallowed hard. "We're not
going to do anything dangerous are we?"
"We don't have to do anything but look if you don't want to." The man
assumed John with his perfect smile. "Then again... maybe you'll get
lucky."
He approached him and with a single finger raised his chin up. "Some
women would give their soul to go to bed with me."
As the man laid him down on the bed, one of the stones on the wall be
began to move. In the shape of a hand, its fingers began to wiggle. Then as
the two began kissing, the stone hand detached itself from the wall and
started hovering.
John rolled over on the bed and allowed the man to climb on top. As he
penetrated his ass, he began pumping his juices until John screamed in
orgasm. Then the hand flew across the room and attached itself to his face.
John was pushed off him and up against a wall. Tentacles shot out of the
hand. They went down his throat, into his mouth and ass. A fluid began
pumping inside of him, making him orgasm again.
The man just sat down and put his pants back on as John moaned in the
background, his skin turning into plastic before his eyes. As the hand
returned to the wall, a shiny mannequin stood where John had been.
"Another one for the market place." Mary said with a smile as she picked
up the light John up and carried him back upstairs. "I'll see he's shipped
somewhere nice."
The next morning, a boat traveled up river to a large plantation manor. A
young woman in a wide brimmed hat, sun dress and sandals climbed out
of the boat and was greeted by her Uncle, a young man dressed in a white
ice cream suit. A black patch covered his left eye. "Greetings, Sandy. I'm
glad you could stay with me this summer."
"Thank you." Sandy smiled as her Uncle Ricky helped her with her bags
and headed up to the manor. The place had a splendid southern charm
about it,, although ishe could picture how spooky the estate could get at
nighttime.
"Who's that?" Sandy smiled at a young man on horseback.
"That's Marco." Ricky said as he glanced over. "One of my hired hands
riding back from the fields. He is known as a ladies man and best keep
away."
"He is handsome." Sandy thought to herself. "Almost a god like body.
Such a handsome face, it's no wonder he's known about town as a lady
killer."
Ricky took her upstairs and opened a door. "This will be your room."
Ricky said as he set her bags down. "I'm sure you'll find everything you
need. Dinner will be at 6, I'll see that someone in the house reminds you."
As Uncle Ricky left, Sandy went into her room and wondered where to
start unpacking. It was then she notice a book on the nightstand. Picking it
up, she found it wasn't a book but a diary. A diary of some girl named
Jennifer and the rumors she spoke of about a place she planned on going
on her 21st birthday. That the most handsome fellows in town hung out
\there.
"I wonder who this Jennifer was?" Sandy thought as the diary only
contained the month and day of its entries, not the year. She had no idea
how old the diary could be. She was sure that her Uncle wasn't seeing
anyone and thought maybe it belonged to a current or former worker.
Maybe the daughter of a worker.
THE IMAGE THE GIRLS WHO SEE HIM MAKES ME HOT JUST
THINKING ABOUT HIM.
Sandy read the line over a couple of times when she sensed she wasn't
alone. Looking up, she saw a man who looked similar to Marco only even
more handsome. She felt herself compelled to get off her feet and walk out
of the room. She moved down the hall to the bathroom and watched the
image pull open the shower curtain before vanishing.
"Well now." Marco smiled as he stood naked in the shower. Feeling
embarrassed and wondering if she was sleepwalking, she ran back to her
room. She locked the door behind her and started to unpack to get her
mind of the diary and Marco.
That evening, Sandy met Marco out in the garden. "Look I'm sorry about
the shower." She said embarrassed. "I was tired from my trip and must of
been sleepwalking or something."
"Quite all right." Marco replied. "I'm always glad to see such a pretty face
as yours. Want to go for a walk?" he asked as he held out his arm. She
took it and leaned her head on his shoulder as they took off together. They
traveled along a fence in a trail that circled a duck pond.
"Beautiful, aren't they." Marco said as he pointed to the ducks.
"Yes." She answered. "The entire estate is. Something old and mysterious
like one would expect to meet someone practicing voodoo in the room
next door." Marco just smiled.
After supper, Sandy put on a silk nightgown and climbed into bed. With a
knock Uncle Ricky stepped in. "How was your first afternoon?"
"Great, Uncle." Sandy smiled. "I was reading this weird diary
rk when she came across the name of the place mentioned in the diary.
She saw the bar was pretty crowded but soon found a table to sit at and
ordered a beer. Mary came walking over and smiled at Sandy. "You're new
in town aren't you." She smiled. "How about to celebrate, first round on
me."
"Did you know a woman name Jennifer Orson?" Sandy asked as she took
a sip. "She must ohavestayed at my Uncle's at one point since her diary
mentioned this place. "Since I'm only visiting I don't want to stir up any
skeletons in the family closet by asking anyone on the estate."
"Never heard of her." Mary smiled. "Course I've seen so many women
working here, who can learn all of them by name."
"I suppose so." Sandy sighed.
"I think I know someone who can take your mind off your problems."
Mary said as she took her by the hand and lead her down stairs and down
the hall. She was about to tap on the door when Marco appeared at the end
of the hall.
"Sandy, you'd better get home before your Uncle finds you missing and
worries." Marco said, walking up to them. "You'd better come with me."
"We're busy." Mary replied.
"She's coming with me." Marco said as he pulled out a gun and took Sandy
by the arm. "Let's go young lady. This is no place for you."
The next morning Sandy blinked her eyes awake. At first she thought she
+saw Mary's image standing before her bedroom window, then the ghostly
image was gone. Getting dressed, she went to the patio and had breakfast
with Marco. "A little too much of an adventuring spirit. I know it's hard
living alone with you mom."
"What are you getting at?" Sandy asked.
"If you want to be an adventurer, do you want to see where your dad is
buried?"
After breakfast the two found themselves in Sandy's family crypt. The two
circled the stone coffin. "This is reality." Marco said to her. "What goes on
in that place last night is far more than anything you'd expect in reality.
Something supernatural that is to be kept away from. If you go back there,
you might be joining your father here."
That afternoon Sandy took a nap. As she laid fully dressed on top of the
sheets, images of Mary and the bar appeared in her head. So strong were
they, that Sandy felt compelled to return to the bar that night. She sat on
the bar and Mary walked over to her. "Going to ask for someone
articular?" She asked.
"I heard of the God like being, whose handsome features surpasses even
the friend I was with last night." Sandy said with a nervousness in her
voice.
"I believe he's already taken tonight." Mary smiled. "Perhaps one of the
other men downstairs will help your needs."
"No." Sandy replied. "It has to be the specialty of the house."
"If you're not minding waiting awhile." Mary snapped her fingers to the
bartender. "Fill her up with one on the house."
"Hey baby, what's giving you the blues?" A man who looked a lot like a
young Elvis asked. He could see that Sandy looked puzzled. "Can't get
your shaking groove up? Look I'm not some impersonator."
"You're not?" Sandy asked.
"I'm the real thing." Elvis said as he shook his hips. "First I was alive, then
I was dead. When I was brought back to life here, I got myself all the
heavenly bodies I can handle."
"That's interesting." Sandy said as she thought she was dealing with some
kind of nut.
"Okay big girl." Mary said as she kept Elvis from saying anything
more."The guys are downstairs. The one you want is alone on the third
floor below at the end of the hall. Enjoy yourself for me."
Getting off the bar stool, Sandy headed for the stairs. She moved down the
stone steps the way Mary had started to lead her the previous night before
Marco interrupted. She made sure this night to slip out so that nobody had
seen her.
As she made her way along the second floor, she saw some doors opened
and heard women moaning in pleasure. As she moved down to the stairs at
the end of the hall she made her way down to the third floor, wondering if
she'd wake up and find it had all been a dream.
Sandy entered the room and saw the handsome blond man moving off the
bed and running his hands over her shoulders. Pleasure shot down her
spine. The two soon laid down on the bed together. "You're mine." He
smiled. "Heart, body and soul."
"Why don't you make me feel the pleasure I've been longing for." Sandy
said in a whisper.
The two gently kissed as he removed her blouse and ran his hands over her
breasts. They immediately went erect. The music from the people dancing
in the bar above flowed downward and made things more magical. He
reached down and probed her pussy with his fingers and she began to
moan deeply.
As he head stretched upward in a moan, the hand detached itself rom the
wall and attached herself to face, muffling her screams of terror. "You will
soon feel pleasure like never before." The man said as he rolled out of bed.
At dawn, Mary entered the room and found the young mannequin laying
on the bed. She tapped Sandy's hard face with her finger nail and heard the
hollow hardness. She then stood Sandy's naked form up and inserted her
ass into a rod. With the man's help, Mary tried five different outfits on
Sandy before she was pleased with one.
"Perhaps someday like Elvis, you'll rise from the depths of death to the
world of the living." Mary smiled as she carried Sandy upstairs and placed
her in the back of her station wagon. "I have just the little shop to place
you in. Don't worry about your family or friends. All memory of your
existence has been wiped from their minds."
As the days and months passed by, Sandy stared out from her front
window home. The pleasure that washed over her every few seconds made
her love her new life as an eternal beauty of plastic. She could not
understand why she would ever want to be any other way.
THE END
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