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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Neve Campbell: Pain and Pleasure By PJurado (pjurado@aol.com) http://www.redcherry.com/~pjurado/warning.html *** Neve gasped, sweat glistening over her naked body as the whip cracked against her back, making her shiver with pain. The chains attached to her wrist manacles held the girl up while the whip snapped across her ass, a soft squeal of pleasure escaping her trembling lips. The whip stopped caressing her hot flesh. Incredibly cold hands, hands that were grey and smelled like the grave, ran down her gleaming thighs, slid up her shivering spine. "Mine," whispered the ghost of Frederick Jacobson, opening his mouth impossibly wide, a long, slimy black tongue slithering out to lick her bare shoulders. Neve moaned, her pussy wet and hot, her breasts beading with perspiration. The shade of the dead occultist turned her head, drove his black tongue into the girl's panting mouth. Neve moaned softly, the ghost's tongue sliding over hers, his frigid breath filling her mouth. The ghost backed away from Neve's manacled body, his black-cloaked form slowly fading from sight. The manacles snapped open loudly, dropping Neve in a heap onto the hard wood floor. She breathed harshly, her fevered skin cooling with the disappearance of the ghost. Neve left the torture room, belting her night robe shut after she had closed the door behind her. She ran a hand through her sweat-slick black hair, her blood still pumping after the night of indescribable pain and excitement. Descending down a staircase to the second floor, Neve blinked as sunlight poured through a window at the end of the hallway. It was Monday morning, the boat would be waiting to pick her up at the pier. Neve walked quickly to her room, she didn't have much time to get dressed. * "You want to stay?" asked Robert incredulously. "Yes, this place is very peaceful, just what I need," nodded Neve as she stood on the boat deck with the company aide. "But. you've got a movie shoot tomorrow, they're all waiting for you to show up!" snapped Robert. "Yeah, about that... I quit, I don't want to do the movie." "You're insane! You're throwing away a twenty million dollar deal! You're killing your career!" "I've got plenty of money. My mind's made up," replied Neve, hopping from the boat back to the rickety pier. "Tell John I'll get in touch with him when I'm ready to go back to work." "He's gonna drop you when he hears about this! Are you sure you want to stay here?" "Absolutely," smiled Neve, leaving the pier and the boat without a backward glance. * "Will you be staying for awhile?" asked the old woman, setting down a plate of sandwiches and a glass of lemonade. "Yes, I hope it isn't too much trouble," replied Neve before she bit into a sandwich. "No, no trouble at all," smiled the old caretaker. "You belong here." "Thanks," said Neve, drinking from her glass. After lunch, Neve spent some time in the study, reading more of Frederick's journals, immersed in his descriptions of rape and torture. Making sure that the old woman wasn't around, Neve slipped her hand into her jeans, masturbating as she read how Frederick whipped one poor girl's back until all the skin was gone and only glistening red muscle remained. She bit back a moan, her hand rubbing faster, her nipples stiff beneath her black t-shirt. Neve shuddered in her chair, her orgasm taking her breath away. Gently closing the book, she removed her hand from her jeans, staggered up and replaced the book back on the shelf with the other journals. * Dressed in matching grey sweat pants and t-shirt, Neve jogged down the forest trail, her hair tied back with an elastic band. She breathed lightly, following the trail as it circled around the small island. It was sunny but cool, her breath smoked in front of her as she ran smoothly, effortlessly through the tall, thin trees. Neve stopped when she spotted a gap in the trees that ran west away from the trail. Curious, she left the trail and jogged through the gap, dry leaves crackling loudly beneath her sneakers. She ran for a time until she discovered a clearing. She stopped, her breasts pumping, eyes sliding over the rows of mounds that filled the open space in the trees. "These must be the graves of the dead girls," murmured Neve, approaching the small, leaf- covered burial mounds. Neve fell to her knees next to the closest mound, tentatively reaching forward to press her palms against the cool earth. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowing, smoke curling around her lovely face as warmth flowed through her hands. She gasped, images flashing in her mind, a young girl with long blonde hair manacled to a bed, Frederick pounding between her open legs, cursing at her while he pierced her small breasts with long, sharp needles. Neve shuddered, her own breasts throbbing with pain, the agony of shining steel ramming through her nipples. She arched her back, her cunt burning, juices spurting onto her panties, soaking them. Neve pulled her hands back, the skin warm, as if she had touched living flesh. She staggered to her feet, squirmed from the clamminess of her drenched underwear. She left the burial clearing, ran back to the waiting trail to finish her jog. * Neve stood beneath the hot, steaming shower spray, letting the water relax her muscles. She ran her right hand over her breasts, the skin clean and slick with water. Neve leaned forward upon her left hand, her right hand lowering to her pussy. She touched herself, moaning while her fingers caressed her clit. The shower stall became cold, the steam transformed into coiling grey vapor. Neve smiled when she felt the ghost's hands slide over her wet body possessively. "Come upstairs, my child," purred Frederick into Neve's left ear, licking her cheek with his serpentine tongue. "Will you hurt me?" whispered Neve, her fingers fondling her tender labia. "Yes, I will make you howl with sweet pain," promised the ghost, ephemeral hands caressing the smooth flesh of her belly. Neve groaned, pressing her fingers harder upon her cunt, honey clinging to her rubbing digits. "You are mine," murmured the ghost, his breath cold upon the back of the her neck. Frederick's smoky hand slid over Neve's ass. She shivered, orgasming, honey gushing over her stroking fingers. * Neve entered the dining room wearing nothing but a short red silk bathrobe. The old woman said nothing, she placed a plate of steaming ham on the dinner table, adding it to the salad, peas, fresh bread, and bottle of wine that already waited upon the tabletop. The elderly caretaker left the dining room, leaving Neve alone to eat her meal. Neve opened the bottle of wine, poured herself a full glass, and savored the sweet liquor, the wine feeding the embers of lust that already smoldered inside her, waiting to be fanned into full, blazing life. * Neve cinched the black leather collar closed behind her neck, combing her rich, black hair over her bare shoulders after she was done. She fastened the leather corset around her stomach, the garment cupping her firm, naked breasts. She tugged on black leather boots that encased her slender legs to her thighs. She ran her hands over the smooth, warm leather, her uncovered pussy becoming moist with excitement. She twisted the stick of lipstick, painting her young, ripe lips deep burgundy. Pouting, Neve walked to a sawhorse, draped one leather-clad leg over the side. With the polished wood beam pressed against her cunt, Neve flicked open a razor, dragged the gleaming blade over her small bush of dark pubic hair. She moaned, juices slipping down her thighs, as she shaved her pussy, erotic warmth spreading from her moist slit. Ghostly hands stroked Neve's gleaming black hair, the phantom's breath wafted across her dark, violet lips. "You are a whore," whispered Frederick's spirit. "Yes," groaned Neve, rubbing her pussy over the sawhorse, covering the beam with her nectar. The ghost took control of Neve's hand, raised the open razor from her hairless crotch to her left breast. Neve grasped her tit, holding it with her left hand while her other hand slid the razor's blade across her nipple. Neve gasped sharply, blood oozing from her wound. She raised the bleeding nipple to her mouth, licked the salty blood away with her tongue. "The other," murmured the ghost, his frigid breath caressing Neve's throat. She cut her right nipple with the dripping razor, then licked her tit, moaning softly with wanton delight. The ghost seized control of Neve's hand, lowered it to her pussy. He slid the flat of the blade up and down Neve's wet labia, the metal cold against the her cuntlips, making her shiver deliciously. Blood dripped from Neve's nipples, splattered over the leather corset that enfolded her torso. Glowing grey hands slithered over Neve's dark lips. She opened her mouth, flicking her tongue at the ghostly fingers. Dark smoke entwined around Neve's body, caressed her thighs and buttocks. Frederick's shade pushed Neve down so she lay outstretched across the sawhorse's spine. She willingly slipped her hands and feet into the restraints built into the sawhorse's legs, the leather cinching tight around her wrists and ankles. Cold, undead hands caressed Neve's small, firm ass, making her moan softly with pleasure. Blood welled upon Neve's nipples and dripped to the floor, staining the polished wood with bright red splashes of fluid. There were rummaging sounds from one of the wardrobes. Two dildos floated towards Neve's ass. The longer dildo thrust up into Neve's pussy, making her gasp sharply. The shorter dildo slipped up Neve's anus, probing deep into her rectum. She moaned, biting her painted lower lip as the two rods pumped into her ass, shoving back and forth within her holes. The ghost licked Neve's buttocks while the dildos did their work, ramming deep into the bound girl, making her groan and shudder with ecstasy. Over and over the wooden rods thrust into Neve's orifices, honey oozing from her pussy, covering the shaft that stabbed inside her, burying itself in her vagina. Frederick's ghost kissed Neve's bare shoulder blades, nuzzled her thick, dark hair. Neve tugged on her bound wrists and ankles, moaning loudly, her ass burning, cum squirting freely from her probed cunt. She orgasmed violently, throws back her head, sweat pouring down her face as she panted for air. A riding crop lowered from one of the walls. It snapped forward, slapping against Neve's left buttock. Neve groaned, licking her wine-colored lips. The crop smashed into the girl's buttocks repeatedly, the slap of leather on flesh filling the musky room. Neve lowered her left cheek against the smooth wood of the sawhorse's spine, her mouth open and slack, eyes squeezed shut as the riding crop crashed against her ass again and again, her buttocks throbbing with pain. Neve moaned weakly, drool flowing down her chin, while her juices poured down her legs in a never-ending stream... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. 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