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Warning: Contains rape
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The Ghost of the Devil Red Dress
It was a few nights before Halloween I went on a cruise with my mates
and we decided to break into this old mansion that had been boarded up
for 50 years or something. There was something so sinister about it,
that in that length of time no-one had ever tried to break in it and
everyone knew the story of Bethany Forest who committed suicide in there
back in 1932.
But this particular night we were all drunk and more than a little
stoned so we all dared ourselves to do it.
Pulling the rotten wood planks off the windows was easy enough, then we
all climbed inside. The interior of the lordly home seemed as though it
had been grand in its day, but now it was just a mess. I thought of the
rotting wooden floor we were quietly treading across, these were the
first footsteps on it in over half a century. That did seem pretty cool
somehow.
I was busy watching the ass of the girl in front of me, Missy Sandrea,
bobbing from side to side tightly packed in a disgustingly tiny pair of
denim hotpants, with the straps of a naughty lace thong stretching from
her butt-crack the top of her hips. That girl left little to the
imagination as she stalked forward with her hands stretched out, teeth
gritted, trying not to make a sound, sporting an equally obscene top
that her size F breasts were threatening to spill out of.
As you might of guessed, I was infatuated with her, even though I had a
fiance, Emily Thomas. My chauvinistic opinion and reasoning for cheating
on my fiance was that "her tits were to small." I'd often explained this
to my male friends when I was bragging about banging other women behind
her back.
She held out her hand to me "Hold my hand Tommy, I'm scared." As you
might have guessed, I had no objection in doing so. I winked over her
shoulder toward my friend Marco, who was clearly gutted.
He too had the hots for Missy but he had little success with the women.
"This place is off the hook!" yelled Alan, a loud-mouth college football
player. He was straight on his cellphone to his mates, telling them that
they should come join the party.
Twenty minutes into a making-out session with Missy, Alan's friends
showed up. I was groping Missy's ass cheeks and whispering into her ear
what I do to her once I'd ripped those hotpants of hers off. She had
long skinny legs, and really did look ready for a good hard fuck
standing upright in her patent high heels.
I was all ready to unbutton her hotpants and push her up against a wall
when...
"Hey Tommy, who is this?"
Shit! Emily had showed up. She asked the question in an eerily calm
manner, you know like the way women speak when there really trying hard
to hold back their temper.
"This is..."
"You're ho, I get it!" And she stormed off leaving the house. I tried to
chase her down, calling her name, but she got into a car with one of her
friends and it went screeching off into the night before I'd even got
across the garden.
I shrugged my shoulders and went back inside, feeling sure that she
forgive me in no time, and was fucking Missy within five minutes, just
as planned.
At some point I must have passed out with the drink or sex or both and
it was well into the night before I awoke on the freezing floor of the
main living room. I reached into my pocket for a cigarette, discarding
Missy's red thong before eventually finding them.
I lit one up and took a piss in the corner of the room. A loud bang from
above took me by surprise, and I pissed on my leg. I furiously stormed
up the grand staircase, wanting to beat the shit out of whoever had
scared me.
There was no-one in any of the rooms of the first or second floors, so
finally I tried the attic room and was astounded with what I found.
A brunette girl in an elegant red dress lay in a pool of blood on the
floor. Her wrists had been slashed. I panicked, not knowing who this
girl was, she had definitely not been in our group. I have noticed (and
probably fucked) a girl as hot as she was.
Her blue eyes were wide open in shock behind narrow designer specs. I
noticed a silver engagement ring on her finger. That wouldn't have
stopped me taking her to bed though.
This girl was dead man! Why was I even thinking about sex with her?
I kissed her on her full lips then ran away from the room as fast as I
could. How could I kiss a dead girl? For one thing my DNA will be on her
lips and the cops are sure to find me and ask questions.
Clambering down the staircase, I lost my footing and slid down three
steps before crashing through the old banister and landing on the floor
below.
Moments later, I started to come to. My vision was blurry but I'm sure I
saw a flash of red drifting down the staircase. I could move as the
ghost like figure of the dead girl moved toward me a glided into my body
in a blinding flash of light.
***
Emily woke up alone in bed in the morning, not that that was uncommon
these days but now she had a pretty good idea why her fiance didn't come
home some nights.
Visions of her man waking up and having sex with that slut Missy flashed
before her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was a state,
her eyeliner smudged and her hair a mess from a million tears of her
heartache.
"Why do I have to put up with this!?" she yelled, slamming her head
against the wall.
She had a quiet day in watching TV, lounging on the couch in her
nightie, trying lose herself in repeats of 'Friends' and 'X Factor'.
As it started to get dark, there was a knock at the door. She went to
answer it. "Oh...it's you. You've finally decided to come home," she
said sternly with her arms folded.
Tommy crossed the threshold without saying a word. "How's Missy?" she
said, emphasising the girls' name. It was obvious from her tone that she
had little regard for Missy's welfare.
"Let's not talk about this I made a mistake." He leaned over clutching
his stomach, like he was going to spew or something.
Emily's anger changed to concern. "You ok honey?"
"Yeah fine."
Tommy didn't want to tell his fiance about the dead girl because he
couldn't be bothered getting her any more freaked out than she was last
night when she got him and Missy together.
He hadn't actually been spending the day at Missys', nor had he even
gone to her house after seeing the dead girl. He'd spent the day in the
woods hiding from the cops, and going over strange new thoughts he was
beginning to feel since his encounter with the ghost.
He had been repeatedly having weird flashbacks of the girls last night
alive. Her name was Bethany Anderson and she was twenty-one years old
and, like himself, engaged to be married.
"I'm going to bed," he announced.
"No come here. I want to talk to you," Emily snapped her fingers and
pointed to the single seat.
"Can we do this later, I'm really tired."
"Yeah, I'll bet," Emily said under her breath.
Lying in bed, he was getting more erotic visions of Bethany. Rolling tan
coloured tights up her leg, zipping up her dress at the back, and
stepping into her high heels. It was kind of from a third-person
perspective, she looked excited and her eyes were sparkling as she put
on an expensive necklace, the diamond crusted flower bouncing in slow-
motion on her bountiful cleavage.
Tommy could feel her eagerness and her hesitations an her gloved hands
applied ruby red lipstick to her full lips. Tonight's the night her
fiance will get down on bended knee before her, with her extensive
family witnessing, offering to make her the happiest woman alive before
sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her off the candle-lit, four-
poster for their 'unofficial wedding'.
As she stood gossiping with her nieces, she noticed her uncle Stu
smiling at her from over his wives' shoulder in a slightly sinister way.
She had a very unpleasant feeling he was staring at her busty cleavage
tucked neatly inside her low-cut dress.
He noticed her diamond drop earrings sparkle in the light, the way she
giggled and bit her lip every so often. When she went upstairs to fetch
a present for her fiance he began to follow, his heartbeat, breathing
and sexual excitement increasing rapidly.
As he opened the door to the room she had gone in, the first thing he
noticed was her butt sticking out and wobbling to and fro as she hunted
in a chest for her fiance's gift.
Bethany was surprised to see her uncle. "Oh...hello Uncle. I didn't see
you come in!" she said in a happy tone.
"I just...wanted to tell you that...before you get married...you look
very beautiful," He said drunkenly.
She was completely oblivious to what was coming next, "Oh thank you. I
love you too uncle."
He made a grab for her shoulders and instantaneously turned into a crazy
man
"Yes that's right I am your fucking Uncle and I deserve a kiss!"
The party carried on downstairs as Bethany squealed and screamed for
help, everyone oblivious to the crime that was taking place upstairs.
"You'd better not say a fucking thing, you hear me?"
"When I tell my fiance..." she sobbed.
He held a knife to her neck. "He'll what?"
"Please, please! Don't hurt me!"
He took out her left arm and slit her wrist, then he took her other arm
and did the same. "I don't believe you wont keep our little secret," he
said before locking her in the room and leaving her to bleed to death.
"Such a waste," he shrugged as he calmly went back to rejoin the party.
***
Tommy leapt up in bed panting and gasping, "Oh man, what a fucking
nightmare."
He stumbled out of bed and rubbed his eyes as he went to the bathroom
for a wash. It was 3am and Emily had still not joined him in bed yet.
As he looked in the mirror after turning the hot tap on, for an instant
he saw Bethanys' terrified face on the mirror and felt her uncles hand
on her leg. It sent and eerie shiver down his spine. "Shit! What is
wrong with me?"
When he'd finished in the bathroom, he turned the light out and went
back to the bedroom, and saw Bethany sitting naked on the bed waiting
for him next to her red dress.
She picked it up and held it out to him. "I want to you to try on my red
dress," she stated in a ghostly whisper.
He rubbed his eyes again. "No fucking way, you're dead you bitch!"
"Please try on my dress, it's really important that you do."
"Fuck off, what do you think I am?"
"I can help make things right between you and Emily."
"Yeah, and what do you know about me and Emily."
"Please, the dress," Tommy didn't move and she began to get angry. Her
eyes became swirling balls of fire. "The dress, now!"
Tommy didn't know if he was possessed or not, but he somehow found a hot
chick ordering him to wear an elegant dinner dress erotic. He picked it
up and stepped into it without any hesitation whatsoever.
He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread as Bethany eased the
tights up his legs with the delicacy of a woman. She seemed to be able
to ignore his manhood presenting itself for her, but as she was rolling
the satin gloves up his arm, she pointed a painted fingernail toward it
and said, "That's very rude!"
He was willing her to play with it a little between her fingers, little
did he realize that Bethany knew his every thought.
"I mean it!" she snapped. "I'm trying to help you get back with your
beautiful fiance and all you can do is think about making love it me!"
she said, emphasising the word 'me'.
"You're fucking hot though!" he said to her breasts.
"What was that?" he began to hiss in pain.
"What was that !?" She leaned over him, her eyes burning with rage.
"I said, Emilys' fucking hot!"
"That's better!" she said while applying lipstick to him.
Bethany ushered him into her high heels then told him to go downstairs
and speak to his wife. "Are you crazy? Dressed like this?"
"I'll be with yoooooooo," Bethany said as she floated into his body.
***
As he trod downstairs in the high heels, Tommy began to feel really
terrible about what he had done to his fiance. He began to feel really
guilty and was glad his future wife had caught him out. He was sure
everything he was thinking and feeling now was from a woman's
perspective, as now all he wanted to do was make a tearful apology to
Emily and beg for her forgiveness.
When he entered the living room he went toward Emily and the first thing
she said was, "Who the fuck are you?"
"It's Tommy." He noticed that his voice came out in a high-pitched
feminine tone.
"Very funny, you're a woman," she reached for her phone to call the
police.
He tried to stop her. "Don't be silly, I...oh my god." He looked down to
his chest and he instantaneously recognized the impressive cleavage he
was now sporting.
He sat Emily down and explained everything from the beginning, started
with how exactly many times he had cheated on her, who with and when.
Emily was not at all happy but he felt so much better in himself for
confessing to everything.
He told her all about Bethany, how he had been reading about her murder
in the newspaper archive that day he disappeared, and about meeting her
ghost. He felt it necessary to confess to his fiance that he had been
attracted to Bethany and he'd wanted her to touch his penis.
Emily was still suspicious of Tommy, who looked like Bethany on the
outside, but he told her things about their relationship and stuff only
he and Emily would know about.
Emily safety barriers slowly but surely began to break down. "I really
love him, I do," she said bursting into tears and crying into Bethany's
shoulder.
"And we, or should I say I, love you too. We have become a single entity
now, he needed to be taught a lesson and see things through a woman's
eyes."
"Let's go to bed and make out. Then in the morning Tommy will wake up
looking like Tommy and he'll have a lovely video to watch of his fiance
cheating on him with another girl."
"Yes." Emily nodded through teary eyes. "I'd," she corrected herself. "I
mean he'd really like that and you've done such a good thing for both of
us..."
Bethany shut her up by planting a kiss on her lips.
***
Tommy fought Emily to get out of bed the next morning, she did not want
to let him go. Her sex drive had sky-rocketed since her encounter with
Bethany. The first thing he did after watching the video was went out
and bought some hot lingerie for himself and make love to Emily as
Bethany.
Tommy and Emily had no idea cross-dresser sex could be so much fun and
they had some wicked times in the different outfits Tommy dressed up in.
On Valentines day they both went out to a nightclub dressed as lesbian
schoolgirls and they made out on the dance floor. They even got caught
making love in the alley behind the club by one of the doormen.
They married in the summer, and as they were exchanging vows, they both
turned around an saw Bethany at the back of the church wearing her
dinner dress. She was smiling happily for them and blew them a kiss.
Then she disappeared off into the heavens above.
Neither of them saw her again after they both got married.
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