; ; A strand of her brunette hair, with the ends dyed black, slapped against her ; face with a wind that rose up and she pulled it from her lips before tucking it ; back behind one ear. She breathed in the smell of fake rubber, burning leaves, ; and the cool scents of Halloween at the same time. She could also enjoy the ; smell of her perfume, Obsession, but it was the smells of fall that brought the ; smile to her lips.
; ; Her eyes, the color of polished maple leaves, scanned the front yard with the ; rest of the Walmart decorations and stopped at the front door. Her smile ; faltered as she watched a young girl stumble up to the door.
; ; Gloria, also known as the "Holy Terror Who Insists on Ruining Sarah's Night," ; had just planted herself right in front of the door. Her witch outfit, complete ; with a plastic broom and a bucket hanging off the end, waved over her head as ; she gripped the child-safe middle with both hands. The bright orange pumpkin ; bucket swung hazardously for a moment and came to a stop as the door creaked open.
; ; Another pudgy man, Sarah thought and looked down the street. In part of her ; mind, she knew that her body, trim and athletic from hours of swim meets, will ; eventually swell into horrid and unthinkable proportions. She pushed that ; thought back for a more enjoyable one. She was eighteen and in the prime of her ; life. Her body flexed slightly as she enjoying the feel of hers swimmer's body. ; Hours of swim meets and training had given her the shape that most teenage boy's ; jerked off to in the night. She grinned to amend herself: most teenage boy's and ; their fathers.
; ; A cool wind of October rose up and she shivered. Pulling up her letter jacket, ; she felt the zipper resisting as it rolled over the swell of her breasts. They ; were small, to her, but not too small. Pert, she liked to call them. Her nipples ; hardened at the thought of feeling what the cool air would do to them and she ; pushed that thought down as she let her mind drift to what she could have been ; doing.
; ; "I could have been fucking Thomas right now," she sighed.
; ; Gloria's voice spoke up, "What?"
; ; Blushing, Sarah waved her hand in dismissal as the girl came skipping back.
; ; "Nothing! What ya' get?"
; ; "Two Snickers bars!"
; ; Sarah smiled, "Congratulations. That makes like twelve, right?"
; ; "Fifteen!" said the little girl with the confidence of someone who thought about ; it every step of this long night. Sarah could only think about everything she ; was missing. Jeff, the party, and maybe a bit of making out. She warmed up at ; the thought and tore her thoughts away as they stopped in front of the next walk.
; ; Seeing the lights out gave her a brief moment of hope, but the house after that ; tore it away as Gloria and the old bag who lived there talked for close to ten ; minutes about how wonderful Gloria's outfit and how beautiful Gloria was. Sarah ; almost threw up listening to the older woman pouring syrupy compliments. Her ; patience snapped and Sarah stormed up the walk to pull Gloria away. The older ; woman showered her with three handfuls of peanut butter cups. Gloria squealed ; happily, gave her a hug, and trotted happily down the walk.
; ; Sarah followed, then stopped with a giggle as she saw the next house. The one at ; the end of the street was trashed. Toilet paper hung from every branch and every ; part of the fence. Long streamers of white criss-crossed the lawn and ; half-finished rolls rocked back and forth in the wind.
; ; She caught up to Gloria, watching the little witch gaping in surprise. She ; patted her on the shoulder with a chuckle.
; ; "Now, this is why you don't try to suspend the football team for having porn in ; their lockers."
; ; "What's porn?"
; ; Sarah giggled, "Just a TV show, but you'll see it when you get older."
; ; She didn't mention that she bought some of those videos, to give her boyfriend ; ideas. The girl blissfully pointed to the papered house.
; ; "Who's house is this?"
; ; "The high school dean, he's an asshole."
; ; "Oh."
; ; A pause, then Sarah heard the greed resonating in Gloria's voice.
; ; "Next?"
; ; They turned around and crossed the street. Sarah slowed down as they stepped ; over the curve, frowning at the perfectly normal-looking home that sat in a lawn ; that desperately needed to be mowed. Leaves rolled across the grass, catching on ; the weeds that rose out of the grass like tiny trees. Mist streamed through the ; cracks, kicking up tiny whirlwinds of icy fog. Sarah felt a shiver down her ; spine as she regarded the house.
; ; "I...," Gloria looked up at her as she stumbled on her words, "I don't remember ; this place."
; ; She tried to figure out what she was missing. She simply didn't remember the ; house at all. Her eyes focused on the door. Even from the curb, it looked ; slightly open. It was green, one day, but now it looked like peeling paint and ; sun-bleached wood. A small, rickety table stood next to the door with a pile of ; candy resting on it. Above, a single naked light bulb lit the entire porch. It ; swung back and forth in the wind and occasionally tiny sparks out fall out from ; a bare wire touching something inside the house.
; ; The feeling of wrongness rose up as Gloria turned back to the house and headed ; down the sidewalk. Sarah's hand snapped out, grabbing her by the shoulder. The ; witch's toe brushed against a horseshoe embedded in the concrete and she looked ; back at Sarah.
; ; "What?"
; ; "Look, why don't we go somewhere else?"
; ; Gloria peered at her with an expression of growing joy.
; ; "Are you frightened?"
; ; Sarah started to say no, then she heard the house creaking, settling into place. ; The windows rattled loudly as they groaned and she felt like a hundred eyes were ; watching her. Shivering at the feeling, she nodded.
; ; "Um, yeah. Let's go."
; ; Gloria resisted her for a moment, then let the teenager pushed her down the ; street. The next two houses were dark but Sarah's mood lifted with every step ; away from the strange home she didn't remember. By the time they got to a lit ; house, she had recovered most of her mood and watched Gloria bouncing down the ; sidewalk to gather up her goodies.
; ; Forty-five minutes later, they finally returned to Gloria's house. The young ; girl's mother opened the door as she kicked off her high heels.
; ; "Perfect timing, Sarah."
; ; Gloria ran in, dripping her broom in the hallway as she threw herself into the ; living room.
; ; "Daddy!"
; ; Her mother shook her head, "Always daddy's little girl, right?"
; ; "Sometimes, Mrs. Sitanic."
; ; Gloria's mother pulled an envelope out of her purse.
; ; "Thank you so very much, Sarah. Your mother said you had plans," Sarah felt her ; jaw tightening but Mrs. Sitanic kept on speaking, "And I appreciate a girl like ; you babysitting my little love. I put a bit of extra in here, I hope it helps."
; ; Sarah took the offered envelope, surprised at its weight, and thanked her. A few ; meaningless promises later and Sarah returned to the street, alone and forty ; dollars richer. The wind grabbed her hair, tugging on it to pull her back. ; Hissing with annoyance, she tucked into the back of her jacket and held her arms ; over her chest to keep warm.
; ; Clouds boiled across the sky as she walked down the street. Except for a couple ; treaters a few blocks away, she was completely alone. She felt a shiver of fear ; and stepped quickly between the pools of yellowed light from aging streetlights.
; ; She toyed with the small vial of mace in her pocket, one of those things her ; mother insisted on. She exhaled hard, watching her breath fogging in front of ; her. The path home took her close to the dean's house and she made the detour ; just to laugh at the toilet paper covering everything. Since they passed, ; someone added a few new rolls to the mess. She grinned, watching an empty bag ; rolling across the lawn. Looking in both directions, she sneaked along the edge ; of the grass and snatched up a fresh roll. The damp and humidity had already ; taken its toll on the roll, she decided as she hefted it, but it would do.
; ; On the corner of her eye, she spotted the strange house again. It didn't feel as ; scary as before, but she wanted to know why it felt strange. Carefully, she ; stepped across the street and stopped in front of the house. The tip of her toe ; tapped against the horseshoe, staring at the peeling pain and darkened windows. ; The only light on the entire lot swung back and forth from the porch roof. Even ; from down the walk, she could hear the light bulb buzzing as it circled around. ; Every circuit sent crazy shadows across the lawn, bushes, and porch.
; ; "Like a fucking horror movie set," Sarah said with annoyance, "And there is ; absolutely nothing wrong."
; ; Part of her wanted to step forward, to prove that it was nothing but an ; impressive job of Halloween decorations, but the pit in her stomach screamed out ; wordless warnings. Biting her lip, she forced herself to take a step. As her ; foot touched the sidewalk, a cold wind rose up, sending leaves to cut against ; her and mist to swirl around her toes. She shivered but stepped forward again. ; The wind rose to a high-pitch scream and she huddled against it. Her eyes tears ; from the icy grip that battered her and she froze in place.
; ; Just as the pitch turned into a shrill shriek, it stopped.
; ; Bracing herself against the wind, the sudden lack of pressure unbalanced Sarah ; and she stumbled forward, cutting through the grass. Cold moisture cling to her ; legs, soaking through her tight jeans before she caught herself. She looked up ; at the house, heart pounding in her chest. The suddenly still night rang silent ; in her ears and she felt a prickle climbing up the small of her back.
; ; She turned away from the house and started back. At the horseshoe, she stopped ; again.
; ; "Well, fuck this."
; ; Spinning around, she stormed up the sidewalk with toilet paper roll in one hand ; and her mace in the other. Her sneakers cracked loudly on the stairs as she ; stepped up both of them. Up close, the door was decidedly shut. Nailed shut, ; actually. She stood at the top of the stairs, looking at the rusted ends of ; nails that punched through the door and its frame. It looked old, not some ; half-done decoration for the holidays. Facing the door, she circled around it ; and peered down into the basket of candies.
; ; "Jolly Ranchers!? All this mind-fucking for a bunch of nasty hard candy?"
; ; Seething in disgust, she slapped the basket and sent the candy scattering across ; the porch. They clattered as they slid off the wood, thumping softly as they hit ; the moist ground below. Tiny puffs of mist rise up from the impact, then settled ; down.
; ; Upset with herself, she flipped off the house and slammed her way down the ; stairs to the porch. The bottom step cracked and she hopped off before it ; collapsed from the force of her blow. Swearing loudly to herself, she stormed ; her way down the sidewalk.
; ; Right in front of the horseshoe, she spun around.
; ; "Fuck you!"
; ; With all her strength, she threw the toilet paper high into the air, aiming for ; the roof. It was a brilliant throw as it arced through the sky, billowing a ; streamer of white behind it. She watched with a self-satisfied grin on her face, ; thankful that no one watched her paranoid-induced fear. She followed it down, ; the smile stretching across her face.
; ; That smile froze as she saw the roll hit the roof of the porch with a dull ; thump. Her eyes were no longer on it as it rolled over, leaving a white line ; into the thick bushes to one side of the stairs. Sarah found herself staring at ; the house with a new light. Two to be precise, one in each corner of the second ; floor. Her eyes roamed back and forth, fearful that someone saw her, but the ; windows looked empty. She blinked and for a moment, the house seemed to change ; in front of her. The glint of light in the windows looked like eyes. The curve ; to the porch looked like a mouth and she felt her mouth grow suddenly dry as she ; stared at it. There was a groaning noise and the mist along the grass rushed ; away from the house, slamming into her with the icy wind that hit her before. It ; rose to a high-pitched screaming before fading away. As the noise faded, she ; watched as the house seemed to flex, the wood beneath the porch bending in as if ; the house could breath.
; ; She started to shake as she watched as the house drew in the wind and mist, ; streaming it through the uncut grass and filling the yard with the still silence ; of something terrible. The house inhaled even further before a rumbling rose up ; from deep inside the house. Wood creaked as one window fluttered for a moment, ; then a booming voice tore out through the silence, blowing the mist in all ; direction as the words pummeled Sarah.
; ; "There is no trick!"
; ; A whimper escaped her throat. Sarah stepped away from the echoing voice. She ; tried to find speakers or a microphone, something that would tell her that it ; wasn't the house itself speaking. Deep inside, she knew what was true. Wide with ; fright, her eyes glanced up to see the two lit windows of the house bending into ; a frown, glaring at her as they focused on her very being. A scream rose in her ; throat as she shot out across the street. She felt her heart pounding her chest ; and her breasts jerking with every movement, but the blind panic drove her to ; race to the dean's home, praying that someone would answer the door.
; ; Behind her, she heard wood groaning then the screaming wind rising up. Mist ; streamed past her for a mere second, pushing back the very trees in the lot ; across the street. With a groan, the house inhaled as she felt the wind pulling ; at her. Fingers yanked at her and dragged her hair out from her jacket. She felt ; an invisible hand wrapping its fingers around her mane, pulling her back and she ; stumbled. Streamers of toilet paper and leaves blew past her, sucked into the ; animate home's unnatural breath.
; ; Her feet pounded on the asphalt, but the furthest curb refuse to move closer. ; Instead, the wind grabbed at her arms and legs, pulling her back with ; supernatural strength. She felt her toes leaving the ground and never landing ; again, her entire body falling but never hitting the ground. A scream echoed ; shrilly down the street as the wind sucked her backwards.
; ; Fingernails dug into the uncut grass, but nothing stopped her as she was flung ; high into the air. She spun around, eyes streaming with tears and she let out ; another scream as she saw the black opening of the door. The door itself swung ; violently back and forth, nails sticking in every direction. The wind drew her ; in and Sarah wrapped her arms tightly around her as she plunged into the darkness.
; ; "THERE IS NO TRICK!"
; ; Sarah hit the ground hard. She scrambled to her feet and lurched for the door. ; It swung shut. Not sideways like a door, but slamming like a mouth. Nails slid ; into the wood and she heard the screech of metal as they twisted into place. She ; screamed frantically as she hit the door, pounding on it with her fists as she ; begged to be let out. Her pounding slowed, then stopped as she looked around the ; house.
; ; It was dark, but not too dark to see light streaming through the windows and ; down the stairs. She felt cold air surrounding her, as cold as winter and the ; feel of it prickled her nipples. Hot tears dripped down her cheeks as she ; pressed her back against the door.
; ; "Please, please, let me out!"
; ; Sarah spoke to the house as a person, hoping someone would listen.
; ; "There is no trick," came the booming voice.
; ; The noise crashed into her, pummeling with its incredible volume. She whimpered ; and clutched her ears. Sliding down the door, she screamed out blindly.
; ; "Please! Not so loud!"
; ; The house inhaled, then a low grumbling noise rose up from the depths. A furnace ; ignited to life and she felt heat wafting from a radiator next to her. The ; rumbling growl vibrated through the floor, shaking the door behind her but no ; killer creature, flashing blades, or even flowing spheres from horror movies. ; Instead, the voice came back as a loud rumble, but not more than any booming voice.
; ; "There is no trick."
; ; She gasped at the sudden control of volume. Her heart pounded a thousand beats a ; second, but she let her hands come off her ears. They trembled as she looked at ; the darkness of the house, trying to find the source of the voice.
; ; "H-Hello? Is someone here. It's a neat trick but I want to go home."
; ; A heavy breath answered her and she felt the house shift. The wood planks ; underneath her legs rippled with the movement. She whimpered and clutched ; herself, holding her knees tightly to her chest as she looked around.
; ; "P-Please don't hurt me."
; ; Another growl, low and powerful. It beat against her skin. Next to her, hot ; winds blew across her face.
; ; "You ruined... my treats."
; ; She whimpered, "I-I'll put them back, I swear. I'll get you all the Jolly ; Ranchers you want."
; ; "Ruined," came the rumbling reply.
; ; The walls buckled as she watched. She stammered for a moment. She felt tears ; burning her eyes and she wiped them with the back of her hand.
; ; "Look, I'm sorry. I promise, I won't do it again."
; ; "Ruined!"
; ; Sarah winced, jumping at the booming voice.
; ; "I'll replace them!"
; ; "RUINED!"
; ; It bellowed at her, immensely powerful and booming once again. The voice hurt ; her ears and she slapped her hands against them again, desperately trying to ; block out the voice that slammed into her. The growl that followed pummeled her ; skin, crushing her with the force of the house's supernatural voice.
; ; "IT IS ALL RUINED!"
; ; Sarah screamed out as loudly as she could.
; ; "I got the fucking idea!"
; ; Instantly, the house silenced. The rumbling turned to hissing and the heat rose ; up again from the radiator. She felt a prickling of fear and something else ; inside her as she looked around, trying to keep calm and escape.
; ; The house spoke again, in its normal booming voice.
; ; "You must repay."
; ; Sarah gaped for a heartbeat, then pulled the envelope from her back pocket.
; ; "I-I got forty dollars. That's all the Jolly Ranchers that you want."
; ; "You must repay, but not in money."
; ; She sputtered, the envelope falling from her fingers.
; ; "What?"
; ; "A hundred years and a hundred lives. Many have ruined my candies and many more ; will try. The price is the same for every one. A hundred years or a hundred lives."
; ; Using the back of her hand, she wiped the tears from her eyes.
; ; "I-I don't understand."
; ; The house rumbled and she felt the floor twitching underneath her again.
; ; "A hundred years or a hundred lives. There are only two ways to repay what you ; have destroyed."
; ; "I-I can pay."
; ; "A hundred years or-"
; ; "I get the point, what do you mean."
; ; The house silenced for a moment, the heated air billowing out of the radiator. ; She felt the presence of the house focusing on her again and she shivered at the ; thought. Her eyes lifted up to see two gas lights above the stairs. They looked ; like eyes, so she regarded them.
; ; "What do I have to do?"
; ; "Choose."
; ; "Choose what?"
; ; "A hundred-"
; ; "I get the fucking phrase, what does it mean?"
; ; The house grumbled before speaking.
; ; "The first is simple, one hundred years within these walls."
; ; "Doing what?"
; ; For a long moment, the house didn't response. She watched the gas lamp eyes ; regarding her and felt a shiver from the gaze. Her hands clutched tighter to her ; chest. She felt naked before the house and her body warmed to the thought. She ; felt her nipples harden against her shirt, pressing against her arms and she ; squeezed her thighs together.
; ; To tear away her thoughts, she repeated herself.
; ; "Doing what?"
; ; "Bringing me pleasure."
; ; Sarah shivered, both from fear but also a flare of heat that rose up in her ; stomach, flaring out to spread through her body. Every pulse of her heart felt ; slick and heat as she looked up at the burning eyes of the house.
; ; "P-Pleasure?"
; ; A rumble filled the house and Sarah felt the floors moving underneath her. They ; rippled like claws then settled down. She held herself tightly, feeling a flush ; rising up on her cheeks.
; ; "What kind of pleasure?"
; ; Between the two gas lights, the wall suddenly bulged out. She jumped slightly as ; she focused on it, watching as a woman pressed against the wall from the other ; side. The wallpaper clung to her curves and Sarah could see every detail from ; the shadow of her nipples to the cleft between her legs. Sarah's flush rose up ; as she stared at the woman, watching as she stretched out through the wall, ; stretching it like latex. Hands clutched the two gas lights as she jerked ; forward, her mouth opening widely. A moan rose up from the ventilation but Sarah ; continued to stare at her, watching as two hands reached out to cup her breasts. ; Sara felt a moan escaping her own lips as the woman jerked forward, moving in ; time to an obvious lover behind her. Sarah could see every jerk and gasp, every ; moan that ripped through the woman and for a brief moment, she wondered what it ; felt like.
; ; To the right of the gas light, another body pressed against the wall. Like the ; first, the wall seemed like plastic as the body pressed against it. It was a ; man, with chiseled features and a cock-
; ; Sarah gasped, "Fuck, that's huge!"
; ; Another man pressed through the wall next to him, the wall stretching as he ; crawled around to take the first man's immense thickness into her mouth.
; ; Sarah's skin felt on fire as she watched, opened mouth and gaping. More figures ; pressed out along the walls, touching and stroking, sucking and pumping. Her ; heart pounded in her chest as the heat grew inside her body. All of her ; fantasies, and a few she didn't even know about, stretched out along the walls, ; moving with the muted moans and gasps of dozens.
; ; "My god," she gasped.
; ; Her fingers twitched, watching to press against a sudden flames in her own sex, ; searing as she felt moisture soaking into her pants.
; ; The house rumbled, the gas light eyes blinking.
; ; "One hundred years or one hundred lives."
; ; Sarah tore her eyes away from the lovers, "Lives? You kill them?"
; ; "No," came the rumbling reply, "but yes. The little death, I wish to feel it ; against my wood, I wish to feel it against my stone. I want to feel every little ; death you feel in my embrace."
; ; "Little death," she gaped, then blushed as she remembered her French.
; ; "You mean orgasm?"
; ; The house laughed loudly.
; ; "Yes, one hundred years or one hundred little deaths."
; ; Sarah felt on fire as she trembled, trying to think about a hundred orgasms. Her ; eyes lifted up to the lovers, watching as they cried out, hands clutching air as ; they constantly fucked each other. There was no love, only lust, in the figures' ; movement.
; ; "A hundred years?"
; ; "One orgasm for every year in my walls. If you find no pleasure, you'll suffer ; with time, time in this house, in these walls."
; ; She shivered at the thought of being caught in the walls, wondering if she would ; be bound. Her breath came out in a soft gasp as she felt the fires in her loins ; rising, burning through her skin.
; ; "I-I can't, I need to go home."
; ; "One hundred lives."
; ; Sarah's gaze roamed down the hall, watching the various figures and positions.
; ; "I-I can do that. One hundred orgasms?"
; ; It was ninety-nine more than she ever had in a single night, but the door behind ; her felt as solid as the wall. Her eyes drifted back to the first figure, the ; woman now bent over the chair rail. Her skin shone with the sweat of her sex, a ; man behind her driving into her with hard, powerful thrusts. A soft whimper ; escaped her lips, silently begging to feel that position and to feel the ; pleasure that burned through the woman's face.
; ; "I, I want to go home."
; ; "One hundred lives."
; ; Trembling, Sarah pushed herself to her feet, feeling naked beneath the gaze of ; the gas lights. Her hand tested the door one more time, but the knob refused to ; twist. She took a deep breath and fought down the heat rising deep inside her.
; ; The woman between the lights let out a scream, shuddering violently as a light ; flickered along her skin. The wallpaper peeled away from her, revealing pale ; flesh as she collapsed to the ground. Sarah gasped, watching the cock of her ; lover holding still as droplets of their juices splashed down. The woman gasped ; and crawled to her knees. She looked at her hands, then sat up, kneeling to ; reveal her naked body. A smile stretched across her lips as she looked around, ; then down at Sarah.
; ; "Well, 'elo there."
; ; She had an Cockney accent, the type of old-style accent more appropriate for ; orphans and thieves. She couldn't have been more than seventeen or eighteen, but ; there was an age in her bright blue eyes. Sarah felt her body burning as she ; stepped forward.
; ; The woman lithely stood to her feet and came down the stairs. Cum dribbled down ; her inner thigh as she reached out for Sarah. Sarah didn't know what to do, so ; she reached out herself and took the woman by the hand. The grip was hot and slick.
; ; Surprising her, the English teenager pulled her into a kiss, wrapping her arms ; around her as her lips found Sarah's. Sarah flushed brightly as soft lips ; pressed against hers. A moan escaped the woman's lips as she passionately kissed ; Sarah, lips parting slightly and tongue teasing. Sarah kept her own lips closed ; and pulled away from the kiss.
; ; She blushed as she felt a tugging on her shirt. Looking down, she saw the ; English teenager's fingers on her buttons, opening them to brush fingers against ; her bra.
; ; Sarah could only whisper.
; ; "What are you doing?"
; ; "One hundred years or one hundred lives, yes?"
; ; The English girl grinned at Sarah's expression.
; ; "We all are paying that price. I'm Giselle and I'll take care of ya."
; ; Sarah gasped, "Everyone?"
; ; "One hundred orgasms, luv."
; ; Giselle's hands didn't stop removing her shirt. Sarah wanted to struggle, but ; let the English girl slip her jacket and shirt off her shoulders. She felt ; naked, wearing her bra, but there was something in the blue eyes that held her ; still as delicate hands removed her bra and cupped her pert breasts. Sarah ; gasped at the feeling.
; ; "I-I'm not into girls."
; ; Thumbs stroked her hard nipples.
; ; "Your body lies, um..."
; ; "Sarah, Sarah Kissmen."
; ; Giselle smiled wryly, "Don't mind if I do."
; ; She stepped into her and kissed Sarah again. Sarah gasped but didn't resist. As ; Giselle parted her lips, this time she let the English woman tease her with her ; tongue. Delicate hands worked at Sarah's jeans, unzipping them and pushing them ; along her hips. Sarah ground her body up against Giselle, flush with lust and ; heat, not really sure of her very action.
; ; At the first touch of a finger against her pussy, fingernails trailing through ; the pubic hair and pressure sliding along her clit, Sarah let out a gasp. She ; closed her eyes tightly, losing herself in the feeling of fingers rubbing back ; and forth, sliding into the opening of her sex until she felt an orgasm burning ; up through her body. Searing hot and powerful, it grabbed her and slammed her ; into a wave of pleasure until sparks swam across her vision.
; ; Sarah whimpers as she slumped against the door. Somewhere deep inside the house, ; she heard the rumbling force speak out loudly.
; ; "One!"
; ; Giselle leaned forward, pressing her slick breasts against Sarah's heaving ones.
; ; "Your body lies, Sarah," she continued to slide her fingers in and out. Sarah ; gasped, then whimpered as Giselle lowered herself to her knees, pushing the rest ; of her jeans off before pressing her lips up between Sarah's legs. The teenager ; let out a shuddering breath as she felt lips against her labia, a tongue parting ; her lips and working at the pleasure of her begin.
; ; "No, no, I can't."
; ; Her words trailed off as Giselle lapped between her legs, hands spreading her ; thighs as she did. Sarah looked down to see the auburn hair of her English ; lover, then her hands clutched the hair as she felt another orgasm rising up ; inside her. She whimpered and pulled Giselle close, grinding her hips against as ; she let out a scream of pleasure.
; ; "Two!" rumbled the house but she ignored it.
; ; Giselle looked up with her face glistening with Sarah's juices. Her smile was ; playful but her eyes burned seriously.
; ; "Ninety-eight to go."
; ; "I-I can't do this."
; ; "You have to, luv. Every little spark you have tonight, takes off one year of ; the rest of it."
; ; "Every," she swallowed hard, "every orgasm?"
; ; "Yes, have ten and you are here for ninety. Have a hundred and you leave forever."
; ; Fingers worked their way up Sarah's legs. She moaned and looked down. Giselle's ; hands held up with a grin and Sarah gasped. Peering between her legs, she saw ; hands stretching out of the walls, pleasuring her with thick digits of some man. ; Sarah started to pull off, but Giselle pressed her hands against her hips, ; holding her still.
; ; "No, no, enjoy, take pleasure. Let him."
; ; Sarah struggled for a moment to the new feelings. Giselle leaned forward, ; kissing the patch of hair between Sarah's legs. Sarah clutched her fingers ; around the auburn hair, holding it tightly as she leaned into the fingers and ; kissing, her breasts heaving as she felt another crest of pleasure rising.
; ; "Just ride it," came the muffled English voice. Giselle's tongue teased her and ; Sarah held her tight as she felt the orgasm rising up inside her, slow from the ; rapid ones before it. It finally spiked inside her with the force of a punch and ; she threw back her head to scream. In the distance, the house called it off but ; Giselle was already standing up, pulling her close as Sarah felt more fingers ; reaching out from the door, stretching the wood as they clutched her from all ; angles. Dozens of hands pressing against her body, feeling their fingers probing ; and touching and exploring. Sarah let out a whimper. Giselle stood in front of ; her, her own hands and mouth working as fast as the hands. Fingers probed her ; buttocks and she clenched them tightly but the fingers wiggled deep, circling ; around the tiny rosebud and she only felt pleasure as they slickly invaded it.
; ; Giselle whispered in her ear, "No pain, luv, only pleasure. Only have to let go."
; ; Fingers probed and tongues lapped, keeping her on a constant high as her body ; strained to keep up with the pleasures. She felt every orgasm tearing through ; her, tiny but brutal. One right after the other.
; ; Too soon, she found herself slowing. The fingers no longer bringing the pleasure ; she needed, she started to crave. She couldn't hear the house anymore but didn't ; care either. Giselle, gasping and panting, pressed tight against her.
; ; "Slowing down, are we?"
; ; Sarah whimpered and nodded.
; ; "Then we try something new."
; ; Giselle pulled her away from the door. Sarah followed her, watching as the hands ; clutched at her. Her afterglow burned through her veins but she let Giselle take ; her to the stairs. Giselle drew her down, stretching out along the wood and ; pulling Sarah against her. Sarah fell into her, kissing her as she felt fingers ; between her legs. It was pleasurable, but not the searing rising of an orgasm.
; ; Then, she felt hands on her hips. She gasped, trying to sit up but Giselle held ; her down, pulling her into a kiss as she felt a cock press up against the ; swollen lips of her being.
; ; "Oh fuck!"
; ; "He will, luv, he will."
; ; Sarah came hard as the first cock slipped into her pussy, filling her with an ; aching hardness that seemed to stretch her very soul. She clutched tightly to ; Giselle as her unseen lover buried his entire length into her, pinning her ; between Giselle and himself. He began to pump, burying his length in and out of ; her soaked pussy. Sarah felt another explosion of pleasure bursting inside her ; when he flooded her insides, soaking her with his seed.
; ; He pulled out of her, but Giselle held her down. Sarah frowned with surprise, ; then let out another gasp of pleasure as a second cock replaced the first. This ; one was thick and powerful, driving hard into her with brutal thrusts that left ; her gasping for air. She lowered herself down on Giselle, riding the pumping ; shaft and kissed her, losing herself in the growing pleasures.
; ; When the endless driving cock started to fade, women with strap-ons took their ; place. Too soon, they faded away and were quickly replaced by a hard cock that ; slipping into her back door, penetrating through the tight ring. Sarah burst ; into orgasm after orgasm, unable to count them and unable to find the ability to ; listen to the house. Each time, Giselle guided her into more pleasures, ; fingering and touching her, pulling her up the stairs into the bedroom where two ; men were waiting for her. She sank between them, her tight body glistening with ; sweat and excitement as they both entered her, filling her mouth and pussy with ; their hard cocks. As pleasures of their body came and faded, it was Giselle who ; moved her into a new position. First a different cock in her mouth, then one ; hard shaft in her pussy and rectum before finally bringing a third into to pump ; her from all directions, letting her lose her world in pleasure.
; ; And the orgasms came and faded.
; ; Sarah struggled near the end, trying to feel each burst of pleasure. Each one ; made it harder to reach the next until she was straining to find that storm of ; ecstasy burning in her veins. Giselle touched her but even the English girl's ; fingers weren't enough.
; ; Soon, she found herself on a bed, feeling two cocks stuffed into her teenage ; pussy and she couldn't come. Tears started to pour down her cheeks as she tried, ; grinding down, feeling the pleasure but unable to feel it bursting inside her. ; Her hands clutched tightly as she sobbed.
; ; "I-I can't!"
; ; Giselle bent over her bed, another woman with a strap-on driving into her.
; ; "What's wrong, luv?"
; ; "I-I can't," she gasp as her lovers thrust hard into her, "come!"
; ; Giselle started to speak, then clutched the sheets as she experienced her own ; orgasm. It ended with Sarah still unable to find her pleasure, then Giselle ; slipped up on the bed, straddling the face of one of Sarah's lovers and holding ; her tightly.
; ; "What? Why?"
; ; Sarah sobbed, "I'm trying, I'm trying so hard, but it won't come."
; ; Giselle let out a soft laugh, then kissed her.
; ; "Stop trying."
; ; "I-I can't!"
; ; Giselle kissed her again.
; ; "Then we'll make you stop trying."
; ; Sarah sniffed and wiped the tears from her face.
; ; "H-How?"
; ; Giselle grinned and pulled out a strip of cloth. Sarah felt a burst of pleasure ; inside her, igniting flames as Giselle wrapped it around her face, covering her ; eyes. A few moments later, she was blind. Everything took on a different touch ; as she felt Giselle's mouth on her nipples and fingers slipping around the two ; hard cocks buried inside her. She felt the searing pleasure rising up once again ; in her and everything changed once again.
; ; New pleasures, new orgasms, new positions with her being blind. Everything felt ; intense as she was sucked, touched, and fucked until her head swam. She threw ; herself into it, not feeling the ache of her positions or anything but pure ; pleasure coursing through her veins.
; ; Every part of her body was swimming in pleasure when she started to struggle ; again. The thought of some timer counting down, orgasms or years, intruded on ; her pleasure and she faltered. Even the talented mouth of Giselle couldn't bring ; an orgasm to her blinded body. Nothing she could do until Giselle wrapped ropes ; around her wrists, tying her wrists behind her back. Bound, the pleasure spiked ; again, surging through her in countless orgasms.
; ; Too soon, she began to sputter. Giselle guided her into new pleasures by tying ; ropes around her breasts, wrapping her tightly and bringing new sensations ; coursing through her veins. When they faded, she was bound into place and taken, ; the helplessness enhancing her pleasure until her throat gave out from screaming.
; ; The night stretched on until Sarah felt every minute bearing down on her. She ; was pinned between two lovers: wrists and elbows bound behind her back, cloth ; wrapped around her eyes and a gag in her mouth. Her lips felt bruised around the ; hard sphere in her mouth, but the muted gasps that escaped it were a drug to her ; pleasures. Every thrust inside her filled her to the brim. The lover beneath her ; was female, with her entire hand plunging in and out of her pussy, stretching ; her to the limits the night gave her. Sh felt the mouth working at her other ; lover, a male with an immense cock that sunk his cock into her ass until his ; balls slapped against her skin. Fingers clutched at her breasts, squeezing and ; twisting. She writhed with sensations, lost in the world as she felt an orgasm ; just out of reach.
; ; Giselle's voice whispered in her ear, sucking on her earlobe.
; ; "Come on, luv, just one more. Just one more and in the morning's light will be ; on you."
; ; Sarah ground down on her lovers, feeling impaled and filled to her limits and it ; still wouldn't come. An orgasm of incredible intensity stood just out of reach ; and she tried to clutch at it. Her body heaved, breasts dripping with sweat and ; cum, her body straining but it still refused to come off. Giselle eased off her ; blindfold and she blinked at the sudden light. She almost came, looking at the ; bright blue eyes of her strange English lover, then reached out for a kiss. Her ; hands balled into fists, helpless and useless and Giselle grabbed her head with ; both hands and pressed her lips tightly against Sarah's, kissing her and ; thrusting her tongue deep.
; ; Sarah felt the pleasure finally cresting, rising up with the intensity of a ; flood, stealing her breath as she tensed up to find it.
; ; Over Giselle's shoulder, she saw the first morning light burst through the ; window. She drove down as hard as she could, impaling herself with all her ; strength, but her movement slowed as she did, the pleasure freezing in her veins ; as her body seemed to slow to a halt in mid-thrust. She screamed, feeling her ; final orgasm bubbling inside her, picoseconds away from tearing through her.
; ; And the world froze.
; ; Dust hovered in hair. Bodies stopped in their lust-driven movements. She saw a ; droplet of sweat from Giselle's brow hanging in the air. She couldn't do ; anything but stare at Giselle.
; ; Suddenly, Giselle wasn't there. Like disappearing between blinks that Sarah ; couldn't make, her lover who may have been a friend, the teenager who helped her ; eek out almost a hundred haunted orgasms from her body was gone. Sara would have ; wailed in horror, but she couldn't move. She tried to reach out for her, but her ; body wouldn't move.
; ; She held there for an eternity, right at a cusp of an orgasm that refused to ; explode inside her.
; ; Then time snapped into place and she came. Sarah came harder and faster than she ; knew possible. It tore through her veins, searing through her senses with the ; white-hot intensity of a nuclear explosion. She threw back her head and screamed ; out in pleasure, her voice echoing shrilly against the walls. Stars exploded ; across her vision as an eternity of cusp finally collapsed into a singularity of ; absolute pleasure.
; ; Unable to control her body, Sarah slumped forward. Hands caught her, holding her ; still as she pressed her knees against the lover below her, holding herself ; shaking. Slowly, she lifted her eyes, then froze as she looked at someone else ; holding her up. A man. A strange man.
; ; She managed to stagger, feeling cum dripping off her face as she spoke.
; ; "W-Where is Giselle?"
; ; The house rumbled, deep and powerful.
; ; "Gone."
; ; "G-Gone, where?"
; ; Around her, the mass of humanity had already thrown themselves back into their ; supernatural orgy. Bodies moaning and thrusting. She pulled herself off the ; immense dildo and watched as her lovers pulled themselves away, disappearing ; into the wall as they joined a new group.
; ; "W-What is happening?"
; ; The gas lights of the house focused on her. She felt tired but filled an ; afterglow of epic proportions. It burned in her body like a smoldering star, ; ready to ignite once again. The house rumbled as the floors rippled.
; ; "You have paid for your candies."
; ; The front door creaked open and she turned to look outside. It was a warm ; October night, with leaves covering every square inch of the unkempt lawn. Sarah ; stepped toward the door, wanting to leave as soon as she could. She stopped at ; the frame.
; ; "W-What happened to the morning?"
; ; "Gone."
; ; She turned around, pleading to the house.
; ; "W-What? How? I made it, right?"
; ; "One year given and ninety-nine lives taken."
; ; "One year... I didn't make it?"
; ; Her voice came out as a squeak.
; ; "One year given."
; ; She felt betrayed. Betrayed by her body, betrayed by the house. She almost felt ; betrayed by Giselle, but she remember how hard the English teenager helped her.
; ; "I lost a year?"
; ; She looked back into the yard, seeing how it was completely different than ; before. Everything seemed wrong as she took a step forward and out of the house. ; She ignored her naked body. Her feet made wet splats as cum dripped down her ; thighs. She held her breath as her footsteps hit the stairs, then the warm ; concrete of the walk.
; ; At the base of the stair, still broken from the year before, she turned to look ; into the house.
; ; The gas lights stared at her, shapes of people fucking in the walls around it. A ; rumbling came up, blowing wind and mist around her feet.
; ; "There is no trick."
; ; The door closed, sealing her away from the haunted house and leaving her alone ; in the front. Her eyes drifted to the side door, where a basket of Jolly ; Ranchers once again stood waiting for treaters. A trap for those who didn't ; respect the house's offer.
; ; For a moment, she considered knocking it over again, throwing herself into a ; hundred years of oblivion and sex. Instead, she turned on her heels and walked ; down the path. The warm air felt good against her naked skin and she felt ; strangely content.
; ; She reached the horseshoe in the walk just as a car pulled up. It stopped in ; front of her. She made no effort to hide. There was nothing to hide behind, even ; if she wanted to.
; ; Giselle stepped out with a smile.
; ; "Sarah!"
; ; Sarah froze, staring at the now dressed English woman. She had a stunning dress ; on, with deep-cut cleavage and a sexy smile on her lips. Sarah felt a double ; image, one of the woman in front of her and the other of the naked lover that ; lapped between her legs.
; ; "G-Giselle?"
; ; Giselle came around, sweeping Sarah up into a tight hug. The juices on Sarah's ; body stained the expensive fabric, but Giselle didn't seem to notice. Instead, ; she just held her tight. Sarah wrapped her arms around her, tears burning in her ; eyes.
; ; "I didn't make it."
; ; "I know, luv, you almost did. But you only had to suffer one year in there."
; ; Giselle pushed back to kiss Sarah tenderly on the lips. Sarah moaned softly, ; kissing her back.
; ; Tears burned as they ran down her cheeks, "W-What about my parents? They must ; have been devastated."
; ; "Aye, they were. But I might have spun them a yarn to make them feel better."
; ; Sarah leaned back to regard the sheepishly grinning woman. A car drove by, ; honking its horn. Sarah ignored it.
; ; "What did you do?"
; ; "Well, I kinda faked letters about you running off with your new lover. Every ; week or so, long stories about traveling across Europe."
; ; Sarah's mouth opened, "W-Why?"
; ; Giselle grinned and stroke a hand along Sarah's slick breast, stopping at the ; nipple with a grin.
; ; "Old Giselle said she take care of you, yes? I knew you'd get out and it was the ; only thing I could think of to keep the coppers off ya. Even if they could find ; you-that house only exists one day a year."
; ; She paused and cocked her head with a grin, "And I went back to the old country ; to find my family. Made it easier to 'plain why you didn't hang around."
; ; "I-I don't know what to say."
; ; Giselle looked around, then slid one hand down Sarah's stomach, curling her ; fingers to brush delicate fingertips along her slick sex. Sarah gasped and ; leaned into it, her mouth opening in pleasure. Giselle caught her with a kiss, ; fingers plunging in and out until Sarah shuddered against her.
; ; Breaking the kiss, Giselle whispered to her.
; ; "I was hoping you'd stay my lover like your letters said, even after you return ; home to your parents. A lot has happened in the last ninety year since I was ; here and I might be a tad lost."
; ; Sarah's mind spun as she tried to handle the rush of information. She felt ; herself being guided by Giselle and surrendered to her. Giselle set her down ; into the leather seat of the passenger side. Sarah's body squelched against the ; leather, but the blue eyes of her lover didn't seem to notice. Reaching over ; her, Giselle grabbed the seat belt and buckled her in. Another kiss on the lips ; and Giselle started to close the door.
; ; "Don't worry, luv, Giselle is going to take very good care of you." ; ;