| Round House on Square Hill, Part 2 Brandi shined the flashlight into her face, "I will be right outside." "Well not *right* outside - not so close you can hear me pee." Brandi muttered something under her breath, "Well where do you want me to be?" "There." Sara shined her flashlight on a spot about three steps from the door. "Far enough you don't hear me do my business - but close enough to help if something tries to get me." Brandi sat down in that spot, "There." "Good." Then Sara went inside and closed the door. Headlights from a passing truck lit the bathroom up briefly. Sara could see the place was pretty ordinary, even if the outer wall was curved oddly. She pulled down her panties and lifted her skirt, she hopped up on the toilet and did her business. When her bladder was sufficiently emptied she reached over and pushed the tab. Nothing happened. "Right, no water." She opened a wet nap that Amanda had given her. The cool cloth felt good against her ginny. And her privates came to life with the familiar heat and pressure. "Not now - Brandi's right outside." But she could not resist a quick self exploration, checking her ginny for any sign of pubic stubble. She shaved it every night - sometimes twice a day - but not for reasons of fashion, not because it made her more sensitive, but because cute little girls were smooth. She tossed aside the wet nap and went to pull up her panties, and they were gone. She went to flatten her pink skirt - and it was gone. "Very funny Joseph Hill - real mature! Now gimme back my clothes!" She didn't even have her flashlight any more. Even the pink ribbons in her blond pig tails were gone. Her blond hair hung loose around shoulder length. Even in the dark of the bathroom before she was able to see the windows. But now they were gone. She was naked, and terrified, "Brandi! Brandi!" She ran towards where she assumed the door was and stopped short. Something told her not to step further. The floor beneath her now-bare feet was smooth, not the tile that had been there before, and when she felt around with her bare feet she found that the floor ended in a cliff. A smooth rounded edge. Which with some quick exploration Sara found formed a circle. She was trapped. "BRANDI!!" Then one by one spot lights lit up, all shining right on her naked body which Sara tried futilely to cover. In the gloom beyond the stage she made out shapes, people hundreds of people - she could not see if they were men or women, boys or girls. But there were rows upon rows of them, in every direction. Then as if all that were not enough, huge flat screen monitors lit up one by one, magnified images of Sara's naked body. A chant rose from the crowd, "Sara..Sara..Sara." And her ginny came to life. "Not now!" She didn't have a word for it - it had never been so insistent. Sara tried to cover herself, but her nipples grew erect, casually touching her body sent chills down her spine. Even stroking her own arms felt nice. Her breathing quickened. She pinched one of her nipples, it was electric. She reached up and pinched and tugged on each of them. The crowd whistled and cheered. The sounds of her breath were amplified. Everyone can see, everyone can hear. Wetness started to leak from between her legs. She could have played with her nipples all day - but her ginny was screaming for attention. Sara sat down on the smooth floor and began to rub her clit - a moan forced its way from her lips, it shook her whole body. None of the other times she'd touched herself - in secret, in the dark - did it ever feel this intense. And she still hadn't climaxed. The chant grew more insistent, "Sara! Sara! Sara!" - as she grew closer. Then release came, her whole body shook. As lust waned shame had room to flood in. *I'm such a slut.* A message crawled over the screens *Don't be ashamed.* "We love you Sara!" it was a girl's voice or a young woman's. There were girls her age, watching. As if by a remote her ginny came back to life. And her fingers worked feverishly to appease it. She was on her knees and propped up on one hand, the other crammed between her legs. Wet slippery noise amplified a hundred times as if their were a mic in her ginny, her breath nearly as loud and her moans nearly shaking the theater. Sweat beaded on her forehead, wetness dripped from her ginny onto the stage. She arched her back as a second climax shook her. Her moan sounded animalistic. She changed position again, lying on her back her legs spread, her free hand relentlessly tweaking one nipple then the next and back. The sweet blond hair that had been in cute pig tails was now disheveled and matted with sweat. A puddle formed beneath her ginny. She arched her back, away she was raising her ginny up, up so that they could all see it more clearly. It felt so good she was on the edge of weeping, on the edge of blacking out. She could barely think - her whole universe lay between her legs. But she did manage one question "Why?" *Because we never could.* When a third climax shook her body - fluid sprayed from her ginny, she could feel it. She felt her body shake. Her arm was getting sore, her body covered in sweat, and yet she burned hotter. "Please - please, I can't take much more!" *One more - then you can rest, we promise. We just need one more.* She shifted position several times, she closed her eyes, she was on her side, then her back, then her stomach, trying to find that position that would put her over the top. But no matter how hard she tried, final release evaded her - just out of reach. Rubbing her clit wasn't going to be enough. Desperate, she slammed two fingers right through her hymen, the sting of torn flesh was as nothing compared to the white hot ecstasy of final release. *** Sara was vaguely aware of voices. "Oh my god - she's having a seizure hold her down!" "Amanda you don't hold someone down if they are having a seizure - you just make sure there is nothing to bang her head on." "Well that's what House does." "You are aware that's just a TV show right? If you hold down someone while they are having a seizure they could tear themselves apart." "It doesn't matter - she seems to be coming out of it." Covered in sweat, gasping for breath Sara felt herself return to reality. Light from a passing car lit up the concerned faces of her friends. "Amanda, I think this house is really haunted." *** Sara got dressed. She told Amanda and Brandi the story, perhaps leaving out a few of the unimportant details. "But I never went anywhere in real life?" Brandi shook her head, "First you were peeing then you were moaning, then you were screaming." Sara sighed, "I took my own virginity." Brandi and Amanda didn't know what to do with that. "What we do know is that it's probably not Joseph Hill, or Mary Peter - at least not alone." Brandi pushed her ever slipping glasses back up her nose, "So what now fearless leader?" "You and Sara are going home - I don't want anything to happen to you. Well - anything *more*" Sara shook her head, "I think they're done with me - so I'm safe. I'm staying." Brandi sighed, "If Pinky is staying - I'm staying. I have a little brother. I've had perverts watching me before." Amanda stroked Sara's shoulders, "Are you sure you're alright?" Sara nodded, "I don't think they're mean. I don't know what it is." Amanda shined the flashlight on her face, "Alright - we're going into investigative mode. Ghosts are often stuck on the Earth because they have unfinished business in this world." "Manda! Manda!" "Did you guys hear that?" Sara and Brandi shook their heads. "Mindy must have found her way here somehow. We're not that far from her house. You two go back to the campsite - I'll meet up with you." |