| Round House on Square Hill, Part 4 Eliza's cold blue eyes stared deeply into Brandi's soft brown eyes. Thick blond hair seemed almost to flow down to the older girl's mid back. Brandi was very surprised to see the older girl here, even more surprised when, without warning, the busty seventeen year old handcuffed Brandi without warning. Sara ran to get help - but she had not returned. Eliza had Brandi's braid wrapped around her hand, and pulled upwards forcing Brandi to stand, then forcing Brandi to get up on her tip toes. In her free hand she had a riding crop, she slid it under the younger girl's skirt and rubbed it along Brandi's crack. Brandi looked straight into the older girl's eyes, "But why?" Eliza rolled her eyes, "Nothing good on TV, no good parties to go to - I fucked all the boys worth fucking, then someone told me that a bunch of eighth graders were camping out in a haunted house - and it would be so much fun it would be to torment you. Too bad Pinky ran off before I could snatch her. I guess its just you and me. Hmm?" Eliza gently patted Brandi's bottom with the riding crop. Despite what was happening Brandi found herself staring at Eliza's perfect round breast, barely contained in her shear white blouse. Brandi wondered how it would feel to bury herself between those breasts. "What are you going to do to me?" *swat* Brandi yelped and jumped when Eliza slapped her bottom, Brandi's panties provided very little protection. "I do what I want - to who I want - when I want. Now - bend over." "But.." *swat!*, Brandi bent forward, her face between her knees, she was afraid she might fall over. "My My - aren't we flexible?" "My moms been taking me to yoga for years." Eliza lifted Brandi's skirt and rubbed her bottom gently, "No - no this will not do. What are these? Old lady underpants?" "They're just what my mom got me." "Uh huh." Brandi felt Eliza yank the panties down, and the older girl's hand exploring bare warm skin. "Yes I am afraid I will have to dress you. Yes - for such a geek you actually have quite a nice ass." Eliza's hand drifted down, "No - no this won't do - you have hair on your pussy. That's going to have to be shaved." An oversized purse sat in the corner, it was where Eliza had kept her handcuffs. She pulled something else out now. Brandi did not see what it was. "Now stay perfectly still or you will get another slap !" Brandi felt something hard being pushed into her pussy, and a second object (possibly anchored to the first), and then to her shock a third probe was pushed into the only place left. Brandi sucked hard as her most private place was invaded. "Don't clench Brandi - it just makes it hurt more." Brandi forced her breath to slow and accepted the new residents of her body. Then the probes began to hum gently. And Brandi's breath quickened once more. "You like that don't you?" "Yes ma'am." "Drop to your knees Place your face on the rug." "Why?" The buzzing stopped and then *swat* Brandi dropped to her knees, and Eliza gently nudged the girl's face into the rug. The skirt had fallen down so Eliza pulled it up again. She turned the buzzing probes back on, Brandi shuddered and sighed. "This is at the lowest setting - I am going to slap your ass with my hand you will say 'thank you ma'am' and I will turn it up.- if you whine or bitch, I will turn it down, once I am forced to turn it down, I will start using the riding crop again." Eliza didn't even stop and ask if Brandi understood, Brandi immediately felt Eliza's had slap her bottom. "Thank you ma'am!" Brandi had said it without thinking - and surely enough the promised reward was given - the probe on her clit hummed faster. A second slap "Thank you ma'am!" The probe in her pussy buzzed fiercely - Brandi's whole body shook. *slap!* "Thank you ma'am!" All three probes buzzed like hornets inside her, Eliza ran a finger along Brandi's slit, "Oh my god - can you believe how wet you are? I think you're ready to drip on the carpet - wish I had a camera. I bet you're pretty close to cumming aren't you?" "Yes ma'am !" Eliza crawled in front of Brandi, she sat up leaning against the wall. There was a zipper on the side of her skirt and she unzipped it, slid it off of her waist. A black silk thong lay underneath, she slid that off, and her pussy was expose, glorious and smooth. "That Brandi, is how a pussy should look. Like it?" Brandi's whole body was shaking,, she was able to lift her head enough to see, her breaths quick and short. "Yes ma'am." "Lick it." "Ma'am?" The probes all turned down to minimum, Brandi knew the riding crop would come next so she shuffled over and started licking without delay. Brandi was afraid it would taste like pee, but instead - strangely it tasted like pineapple. Eliza stroked Brandi's hair gently. she sighed contentedly," Ahh the things I will do to you - some days I might see how long I can keep you on edge before your poor pussy gives up - others, I will make you cum over and over and over. Don't worry I won't make you touch any nasty little cocks." Eliza turned up the clit probe, Brandi moaned into Eliza's pussy and then redoubled her efforts. *** Sara and Amanda could do nothing to help their friend as she mimed whatever dark fantasy the ghost fragments were making her play out. "I can let you see what she sees, if you like?" the old nun, Mary Peter, was the only full fledged ghost in Round house - Joseph Hill had gone into the light ages ago. Holding her hands behind her back Brandi was licking something (presumably a pussy), yelping from imaginary punishments. Cooing from imaginary rewards. Mary Peter was much less judgemental than she had been in life - a hundred years in limbo will do that - so she says. She had been - in life a hard core nun, an angry ruler on the knuckles kind of nun. One who was going to rid herself of sin. And for her 'sin' meant 'lust'. When she was a young woman she found a way - an ancient ritual which was used of the Vestal Virgins. "With the help of a priest I rid myself - so I thought - of all sin. And I set out to do the same for the rest of the world. I opened the orphanage - and cleansed every girl that went there. Fathers of daughters in the area heard of what I could do and they brought their girls to me, and they were cleansed. Oh sure some girls cried having their passion stolen from them, one committed suicide - but I had *saved* them," Amanda brushed her long black hair behind her head, "But something went wrong." "Yes there was a reason the Church did not try to use this ritual, the lust does not just disappear, it seeps into the surrounding wood and stone, the unexpressed lust of dozens of young girls is trapped in this house. But a house cannot express lust - it needs a host, the women and girls who live here - or merely stay here overnight. And I don't know why it needs to be night - maybe because in the darkness one is more likely to turn inwards." "But why only girls?" "It was the belief at the time girls were inherently more sinful, and that men were entitled to sex.It was considered *unnatural* for girls to feel lust.I assumed it was unnatural for me - I forgot pride was a sin too. My punishment is to be stuck in limbo until I undue the damage I have done." *** Brandi licked and slurped shamelessly, until she had all three of her probes turned up to where they were before. She squeezed her legs together - warm fluid started to drizzle between them, she was so close - so close. The moans and coos of pleasure that Eliza made was like praise for Brandi, and as pleasurable as the probes that hummed within her. "I knew it - you're a natural., You love licking my cunt don't you, you little lesbo?" She did - God help her, Brandi had pulled her face away just so she could feel Eliza cram it back in between her legs. She would have fingered Eliza too, but there is a downside to handcuffing your partner. The moans Eliza made were getting louder and closer together. Eliza wrapped her legs around Brandi's neck and squeezed as if Brandi might try to sneak away. Then a shrill cry of ecstasy, then finally Brandi's mouth could part company with Eliza's sex. Eliza kissed Brandi's lips, the older girl's tongue massaging the younger's, tasting her own pussy. "I bet you want to cum hmm? Well you can't, not until you agree to be my sex slave for the rest of your life - or until I get bored with you. Whichever comes first." Brandi was panting, and shaking, trying to will herself over the edge, Eliza grabbed hold of Brandi's blouse and ripped it with a single violent motion. Removing torn cloth, Brandi sat there in her training bra and skirt. Unbuttoned and unzipped, the skirt came off - then the bra. Brandi was only wearing her dark framed glasses. "So will you?" "Yes ma'am - I will be your sex slave." "And let me shave that pussy smooth?" "Yes ma'am." "And let me walk you around in public with a collar and leash?" "Yes Ma'am." "And let me pass you around to all my friends like a living sex toy?" "Yes ma'am." "And let me dress you as slutty as I want?" "Yes ma'am - just let me keep my glasses." Eliza gently pushed the black framed spectacles back up the bridge of her nose. Eliza smiled wickedly, "Done ! You may cum now." And with those words a dam broke - electric passion flooded Brandi's consciousness, her body convulsed and she screamed. *** "Brandi - are you alright?" "Amanda? I don't think I can hang out with you guys - I promised Eliza I would be her sex slave." Sara sighed, "The house got to you - you aren't Eliza's sex slave." Brandi sighed, "Damn - she promised to buy me new clothes. Is that a ghost? I'm not the only one that sees a nun right?" Brandi found her clothes - unlike in her fantasy her blouse was not torn to shreds, She felt a little uncomfortable dressing in front of a nun, even if it was a dead nun. "This is Mary Peter- and yes we all see her.", the story was repeated to Brandi. Brandi sat on the rug, "So what do we do? I mean your house is *definitely* haunted." Amanda turned to Mary Peter, "Is there anything we can do to?" "Back in the sixties I was able to convince a young woman and her friends to simply collect as many women here as they could and let the house have their way with them The girls brought their boyfriends and a *lot* of drugs. It *was* the sixties. They had a fabulous party - but between the men and the drugs and the music no one could hear the house. Thats why it kept trying to get you alone" Brandi bit her lip, "We repeat the experiment - this time no drugs or boys. We make sure some of the girls are alone." Sara looked to Brandi then to Mary Peter, and then to Amanda, "You want to bring girls here to get attacked by the house? What are we going to tell them?" Amanda started picking up their stuff, she was done with Round house - at least for this night, "We'll tell them the truth.- its a haunted house, and if you want to see ghosts you will have to be alone in a dark room." "Your mom won't agree to this." "Why not - there won't be any boys, and we have adult supervision.", Amanda pointed to Mary. "I'm pretty sure your mom will want someone *alive*. Besides if she finds out what this house does she's not going to let anyone within a mile of it." "We'll tell her we're going to perform an exorcism. And we are having no boys there because they'll just mess it up. Help me pick this up - we're staying at my house for the rest of the night." Mary Peter cleared a throat that hadn't needed clearing in a hundred years, "Uhh you there with the pigtails?" "Sara." "Sara yes - could you be a dear and leave the player, and turn the movie back on, I was kind of getting into it." When Sara and the others were finished packing, Sara pressed 'play'. |