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 Haunted House
   by Nysidra
   Summary: Jessica finds refuge in an abandoned house for the night.  (MF,
suspense, erotic, prosexual)
   <->
   Jessica ran down the unfamiliar suburban streets like she was in a race.
Purse clutched to her chest, she chose her turns at whim.  Male laughter
filled the amber-lit night, taunting her as they gave chase, but she had a
great lead.  The night air was cool, but did not burn her lungs.
   She didn't waste her energy screaming for help, because she didn't plan
to slow down long enough for anyone to ask questions.  They would not catch
her.
   Her sister had been right.  The house party was a bad idea.  Her new
found friend had set her up for a surprise gang bang.
   A large house loomed as she sprinted up the hill.  All the other houses
had lights on the porch, lights through the windows, perfectly mowed lawns.
This one had tall trees, bushes, no lights.
   Jessica scanned the yard for possible hiding locations.  No, that would
not keep her safe.  She hoisted herself up the lattice, thankful that it
supported her weight, and climbed onto the second floor porch.
   The boys caught up to her.
   "Get back here you crazy bitch!" One of them barked with a hushed voice.
   She tried the first window, but the latch was in the locked position. 
The next one over, however, wasn't.  She could find a bathroom or closet to
hide in for a couple hours, maybe duck into a closet.
   "Listen, Jess.  We'll go away.  Stop that!"
   "Get down, Jess."
   "You don't want to go in there."
   The window opened.  Jessica looked back with a triumphant grin.  They
wouldn't get to her now, and didn't appear to be trying.  The three of them
were arguing on the street.  One of them stepped toward the house and the
other two snatched him back, causing him to stumble backwards.
   Why were they afraid of the house?  Jessica straddled the window sill,
half in, half out.  Street light illuminated the room.  Empty.  Drop cloths
covered a few pieces of furniture.  Nothing on the walls.  Faint smell of
paint.
   Jessica crawled inside.  If they were too afraid to follow her then she
was safe.  Better here than at their mercy.  No matter their fears, she
remembered why she'd run all this way.  They would claim she asked for it,
wanted it.
   Adrenaline fading, Jessica shuddered as the tears fell.
   The creak of a distant floor board brought her to sudden silence.  She
breathed softly, but didn't move.  Was someone actually living here?  She
heard, or imagined she heard, the stress of more wood, but quieter.
   Don't be stupid, she thought.  Be calm.
   "Um," Jessica cleared her throat and spoke up.  "I'm sorry if this house
isn't empty." She drew a shaky breath.  "Please let me stay here.  I won't
leave this room.  I won't touch anything, but if I leave." Jessica bit down
on her lip, a small sob followed.
   No one was there, and yet, she couldn't shake the oppressive feeling
near her.
   Maybe it was an evil ghost.
   "Just until morning, please?  I need somewhere to hide.  I won't be
trouble.  Please let me hide here."
   Now that she'd promised not to move, she feared getting up to find a
comfortable spot to sleep, away from the draft of the windows.  Should have
thought about that first.  She shivered on the hardwood floor, the sweat
and adrenaline left her a mess.
   She ran a finger along the floor board, not as dusty as she expected. 
How did she mistake this place as condemned?  Given the paint, maybe they
were fixing it up.
   Without bothering with the yard?
   What did she really hear?
   What if she really broke into someone's home?  Worse, a real,
frightening someone's home?
   She looked around the dark room again.  Home improvement would explain
the empty walls and covered furniture.  None of them looked to be in the
shape of a bed.  No closet to hide in.
   What would she do in the morning?  Climb back out the window?  Find the
boys keeping watch down the block?  What if the owner called the police,
had her arrested?  Wouldn't that just be the icing on the cake?  She would
have escaped a gang bang just to land in jail for breaking and entering.
   Jessica bit back the tears.  No one was on the other side of the door.
The house was empty.  She was safe.  She needed to rest and regain the
strength to find her way home.
   Easier said than done.  Her eyes opened every few minutes.  She slept
maybe an hour at most before lying awake, staring into the dark, wondering
about every groan and creak.
   At some point, she managed more than an hour.  She rubbed her eyes and
shifted, then stiffened as her memory kicked in.  She eased the heavy
blanket off her body and looked around.  Strange house.  Same room.  Hard
floor.  Same night.
   She stared at the blanket as if it would attack her.
   Breathe, she reminded herself.  You're still alive.
   She pulled the covers down further and discovered another surprise: a
bottle of water, a cereal bar, and a candy bar.
   Wasn't much to fear thus far.  The police had not been called to arrest
her.  She found her purse as she left it, tucked under her belly.
   She crawled over to the window.  It was locked now.  She looked out, but
didn't see much going on in the world.  Would anyone care that she was
gone? She looked over her shoulder at the 'continental' breakfast.  What
should she do?  Walk back to the home of her would-be rapist and ask for a
ride?  And how?!  She didn't exactly stop to take down street names while
running for her life.
   She promised to leave though, and the sun would be up soon.
   Jessica stood and stretched her stiff muscles.  Her cotton mouth and
full bladder gently reminded her of present concerns.
   She folded the blanket and tucked the cereal bar into her purse.  She
carried the bottle of water to the door.
   The indecision hurt, physically.  She stood there, staring at the door,
paralyzed by her doubts.  She turned the door knob, pulled an inch at a
time.  The house looked as empty as she thought it was, no electrical hum,
no music, no light other than what filtered in from the pre-dawn glow.  She
listened for movement, waiting for the question: what are you still doing
here?  She scanned the hallway as her eyes adjusted.  Most of the other
doors were closed.  All but one, a thinner one.
   She walked slowly to the door, looking all about, her nerves on edge. 
It was a bathroom, dark, small.  She found a light switch but didn't use
it. She tested the toilet's handle.  There was a water in the tank.  Good
enough, tinkle and go.
   She hovered, and thought about the plight of the jack rabbit, alone in
the forest surrounded by wolves, just trying to get back home safe.
   She flushed, grabbed her purse, water and stepped quick and light back
to the room she'd come from.
   "You can stay."
   Jessica screamed.  Screamed again.  If she hadn't just used the bathroom
she was sure she would have lost her bladder.  She spun around, looking for
the speaker and saw nothing.  She placed a hand to her hammering heart. 
Did she hear correctly?  She could stay?
   Her mind thought back to her pursuers, their fear.
   The voice had been male.
   She took a few deep breaths.  Even if it was a male, he gave her a
blanket while she slept.  He shut the window, provided her with breakfast.
He could have drugged her, dragged her to the basement, chained her to a
table.  He didn't have to wait for her to wake up.
   "Okay." Her voice betrayed her anxiety, but she gave up on leaving. 
Where would she go?  How would she get there?  Her legs felt like jelly. 
Jessica sat cross legged on the hallway floor with her back to the wall. 
She needed to breathe.  She pulled in steady amounts of air in an effort to
soothe her nerves.
   Did someone really talk?  Maybe she imagined it.  Was it really male? 
No doubt about that one.  She opened the water, the crack of the plastic
seal echoed.  She took a tiny sip.  It tasted normal.  She nursed the
bottle, waiting for the slightest sign of dizziness, nausea, blurred
vision, slowing heart beat...
   Jessica turned the bottle up as she drank the last bit.  Her legs
throbbed from the earlier sprint.  She stood and winced as she stretched.
The pain would only get worse.
   She took each step with care, waiting for another disembodied message.
She took them down, hearing the tiny creak from last night and smiled.  She
had truly heard something.
   Something was really in the house with her.  Some one.
   You hope, Jessica's mind taunted.
   Bottom of the stairs, in view of a couch and the door.  She chose the
couch.  Soft.  Quiet.  She didn't know if that door was open or not.  She
already agreed to stay, chill out.  She tested the couch.  It seemed all
right.
   "My name is Jessica," she said, not knowing where he may be.  "I
apologize for breaking in, but it was this or ...  let them catch me."
   "Why were they chasing you?"
   Jessica's head snapped to the voice.  In front of her, in the next room.
There wasn't a door, but she couldn't make out anything.  Beyond the
doorway was only darkness.
   And how would she answer that?
   "To force themselves onto me, sexually." Jessica wished she had more
water.  "I rode to their house with a friend for a party.  I'd never been
there, and I don't know how far I ran." She stopped.  No one liked a
chatter box.  What had she even said?
   "You out ran them?"
   "Yes," Jessica answered with a small bubble of pride.  "And thanks for
the blanket, the protection, the food and water.  I appreciate it."
   The silence stretched out.  Jessica lay down on the couch.  The leather
felt cool on her skin.  She buried her head in her arms and pretended to
fall asleep.  Maybe she could catch another hour or so.  She nearly fell
asleep before she saw movement in the doorway, slow and cautious.
   Alarms went off in her mind.  It, he, sat in a chair near the couch,
barely making a sound as he did so, only the softest rustle.  He didn't
seem normal.  Jessica wasn't sure how, but her flight or fight response
went wild.
   "You are awake."
   "Yes."
   "Afraid?"
   "Kinda." She didn't move to lift her head.  She watched him through the
crack in her arms.
   "Me too."
   Oh?  Well, if he wasn't human then sure, maybe he had an overwhelming
desire to eat her.  But if he was scared ...  was he deformed?  Maybe he
was a vampire.  That would explain the darkness.  But the sun would be up
soon.  He asked her to stay, not to leave.  It had to be something else.
   Jessica's back began to hurt.  She noticed that she'd been coiled up,
waiting for the worse.  She rolled her shoulders, tried to relax.
   "Do you believe in fate?"
   "You think fate led me to seek shelter here?"
   "Yes, I do."
   "Why?"
   "For us to meet, of course."
   Of course.  She propped up on her elbow.  He looked covered in a thick
dark robe.  It made him look like a reaper, and that did nothing for her
peace of mind.  "I can't properly meet you with that robe on.  You know how
that makes you look, right?"
   "You want me to take it off?"
   Such a trick question.  Jessica lay there in silence.  Was that all he
had on?  Did he look different?  How was she supposed to answer?
   "Keep it on for now." Jessica pushed herself up right.
   "Come down to the basement with me." He stood and walked toward that
dark doorway.
   Basement.  With a cloaked man in the dark.  In a strange house.
   Jessica pushed to her feet and winced.  Where was she going to run?  She
put her hand to the door frame.  Pitch black in front of her.
   "I can't see."
   Firelight flickered from the candle on the wall.  He extinguished the
lighter in his hand.
   "Better?"
   She could see the steps now, a few of them.  "Yes."
   He took her hand and led the way.  He had large hands, but not clammy or
rough.  He wasn't a boy, that was for sure.  Jessica found herself leaning
onto him for support.
   "Are you injured?"
   "I think I pulled a muscle.  I didn't have time to warm up before they
chased me."
   He led her over to a chair.  When she sat, he kneeled by her feet and
reached for her leg.  Jessica twitched but did not pull away.  Her eyes
widened as he massaged her calf.  Was he really doing this?  She couldn't
bring herself to stop him, those hands were too perfect.
   Wasn't this how she got in trouble the first time?
   Well, it wouldn't have been trouble if the boy had just kept her to
himself instead of trying to share her with the room.
   "Why were they afraid to follow me?" Jessica asked as his fingers
reached her thighs.
   "Because I would have hurt them, as I do to any unwelcome guest."
   Points for honesty.  The next question was easy.  "What made me an
exception?"
   "That they chased you here." His hands rested on her knees.  "May I
continue?"
   "Depends on how far you're trying to go." Jessica chewed her tongue. 
How far was she willing to let the reaper in the local freak house go?
   "Depends on how deeply you ache." He started with her left thigh.
   Jessica swallowed thickly.  Who is the hell was this man and what in the
world had she gotten herself into?
   Did she want to get out of it?
   He put himself between her open thighs when he switched to her right. 
The apprehension and worry Jessica needed to feel were set aside by the
effectiveness of his hands.  He wasn't playing.  She'd had plenty of
massages after a meet, and he knew what he was doing, working her muscles
so that they could begin to heal.
   "Get on the floor."
   The section of the basement they were in had a plush feeling carpet
covering the floor.  She lay on her back.  Her leg rest in his lap while he
worked her muscle.  It probably would have been much better with some kind
of oil or lotion, but beggars shouldn't be choosers.
   "What's your name?"
   "Xavier."
   "Do you live alone?"
   "The others won't return for several days."
   What was he hiding behind that robe?
   What did it matter?
   What if he tries to hurt you?
   Unlike the people she ran away from?  If he was trying to bring her
harm, he had a fucked up way of going about it.
   "I think you should take off that robe now."
   "Turn over and take off your dress."
   Jessica sat up, rose to her knees, and lifted her dress up and over her
head.  She kneeled before him in her underwear.  No bra, her nipples
standing in sharp relief.  When he didn't move or say anything she
stretched out on her stomach.
   "You should take off your robe."
   She lay with her head turned to the left and a black robe collapsed just
beyond her ability to see.
   She knew how to ask for it, and truth be told, that's what she was
doing. He started at the small of her back along her spine.  His thumbs
worked into her muscles, relaxing and sedating her.
   The sun would be up by now, but there were no windows down here.
   What if he hurts you?  Then will you stay so still?
   His tongue licked along the base of her neck, slow and lazy.  Jessica
squirmed and let him have his moment.  She arched her hips back and met his
erection, it nestled in the crack of her ass.  She squirmed as he kissed
her neck.
   "Do want me to fuck you?"
   "Yes," she whispered.  That's how it was supposed to work.  The question
along with her answer.  Permission.  She sighed as the head of his cock
eased into her passage.  She still hadn't seen his face, his body.  Better
that she didn't.  What he looked like didn't matter.  She'd never see him
again.
   He placed his hands on her hips and thrust deep inside her.
   Jessica moaned.  He felt substantial, thick.  She rocked her hips back,
meeting his thrusts.  After her crazy night, this was the perfect way to
end it.
   "You like that?"
   "Yes."
   "I find it hard to believe you'd run from this." He eased his hand
around and began to rub her clitoris.
   The words took a few seconds to make it to the reasoning part of her
brain.  "I prefer my lovers one at a time."
   "Lucky for me."
   She grinned.  Perhaps lucky for her too.
   <->
   Epilogue: I originally wrote this and revealed that he was deformed, a
bit of a freak, and I still imagine he is that way, or any number of
things. My version of erotic horror has the fear come first and the eros
second.
Written: March 2010
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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