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Subject: {ASSM} NEW The Haunting of Heather Ch.4 by Couture
Date: Thu,  1 Nov 2001 00:10:03 -0500
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The Haunting of Heather Ch.4
by Pussy Kat

(c) Couture 2001
Couture@literotica.org

(F/Ghost, MF, MM)


I cleaned myself up a bit, then walked down to 
Douglas's office and closed the door behind me.  He 
looked up from his computer and said, "Hello, Heather, 
what can I do for you?"  However, his face spoke 
volumes, laughing at my humiliation earlier this 
morning.

"Well Douglas, I heard that you and Bill had a contest 
to see who could lay me first," I said calmly.

"You know we would *never* do anything like that 
Heather.  Besides, someone could get fired for sexual 
harassment.  Just like someone could for exhibiting 
her body to the staff," he warned me.

"Oh, Douglas, what a piss-ass threat. You have no idea 
that I have nothing to lose."  

"I'm not saying you *did* Douglas, I'm just saying 
that *theoretically*, if there was such a contest, 
then Bill didn't win," I said, as I walked over and 
sat down on the edge of his desk, exposing my long 
legs to his leering gaze.

"Let me be direct with you Douglas, since you were so 
direct with me earlier.  Whew, is it hot in here or is 
it just me."  I undid another button on my blouse, so 
that he could see not only my cleavage but my freely 
swinging breasts.  

"The way I see it, Bill played me for a fool and I 
want to make him see what he missed out and also to 
make sure he loses the bet.  And he did lose the bet, 
because he wasn't my first.  By the way Dougie, how 
much was the bet for?  How much was I worth?"

Douglas swallowed hard, while staring at my breasts, 
"One hundred dollars," he said.

"Oh Dougie, I'm worth much more than one hundred 
dollars, don't you think," I said, as I got down on my 
knees in front of him and unzipped his pants.  After I 
freed his cock, I began to lick it all over until it 
pointed straight up, obscenely from his fly.  I made a 
small 'O' with my mouth and began to make short fast 
strokes just to the bottom of his bulbous helmet and 
then back up again.  He really had quite a large cock.  
It was actually quite a difficult fit into my mouth, 
which made Olivia's plan for revenge even better. 

"Ahh!  Goddamn, you can suck cock Heather. I bet 
you've never had one this size, have you?" Douglas 
said, as he pulled my hair back into a ponytail so 
that he could watch me attempt to accommodate his 
monstrous prick.    

The misogynist roughly yanked my hair as he tried to 
force the large bulbous head of his cock down my 
throat.  "Oh yeah, I'm going to throat fuck you now 
whore," he moaned, thrusting his pelvis and gagging 
me. 

Yes, I had learned to deep throat earlier, but there 
was no way my throat could possibly accept his large 
girth.  Besides, that wasn't in the plan.  So, I 
decided to introduce Mr. Pee-pee to Ms. Teeth.  

"Ow fuck! Easy . . . easy!" he exclaimed, instantly 
stopping his thrusts.  

I pulled my mouth from his prick and held it tightly 
in my hand to keep him in check.  "I sorry Dougie, I 
would love to have swallowed all your creamie cum, but 
that wouldn't help me get my revenge over Bill.  You 
see Dougie, Bill wasn't the first to have me, because 
I wasn't a virgin.  You are not the first to be in my 
mouth either.  I'm afraid the only place I'm still a 
virgin is my ass.  Would you be interested in taking 
someone's virginity Dougie?"

Douglas gulped and I felt his dick throb in my hand.  
"Oh yes!  Oh hell yes!" he eagerly answered.

"Good, I'm going to need you to go out and pick me up 
a couple of things," I said, as I picked up a pen and 
began to write a list of items.  I handed the list to 
Douglas and his eyes looked startled.   

"I can't get this stuff," he said, frowning slightly.

I buttoned my shirt back up and walked over to the 
door.  I propped my foot up on the chair beside the 
door, raised my skirt, and showed him exactly what he 
wanted to see.  "I wonder who else is going to let you 
stick that monster in a virgin ass?" I said, as I 
spread the cheeks of my bottom and showed him my 
little crinkled pucker.  "I guess I'll just have to 
find someone else."  

As I began to open the door, Douglas said, "No, don't 
do that.  I'll get everything you need."

"Good, that's what I like, a guy who knows what he 
wants.  Don't take too long, I might get impatient."  
I opened the door and left, without even looking back 
at him.

Thirty minutes later, I sat in my office playing 
solitaire and rubbing my sex.  Frankly, being in 
control with Douglas had awakened something sexually 
within me that I had never imagined.  Douglas entered 
my office carrying a large paper bag.

"Did you get everything?" I asked.  

"Ah, yes, except I couldn't find a pink dress, so I 
got you a purple one instead," he said, looking at me 
expectantly.

"I'm not going to get ready while you stand there with 
the door open Dougie.  Let me get ready for you and 
I'll call you in around thirty minutes.  When you come 
in, the lights will be off, because I don't want 
anyone to get curious, while we are otherwise 
'engaged'."

"Don't worry," I reassured him, "I will be lubed up 
and ready to go.  I'll be wearing the ball gag you 
bought, so don't worry about me screaming while you 
fuck me."

The second the door closed behind Douglas, I was 
already dialing Bill's extension.
  
"Hello, Bill, please just hear me out before you hang 
up okay?"  

There was a moment of silence on the other line, Bill 
sighed, then muttered, "Okay."

 "I'm sorry about what I did this morning Bill.  It's 
just that the strain of things . . .  you know, with 
us becoming so distant and blaming myself for Olivia's 
death, well it has gotten to me.  So, I'm going to 
take some time off to try to get my head back 
together.  Since, this is my last day here, I was 
hoping you would come to my office and see me one 
final time before I left."

"Okay, I'll be right over," Bill said and hung the 
phone up. 

He'll want me to hurry up and get out of here, so it 
won't be long now.  I picked up the acrylic globe from 
my desk that I was awarded last year for my work on 
the Jarmen account.  I turned my chair around so that 
the back faced the door and stood behind the closed 
door.  

The door opened and Bill entered.  "Heather, Heather?" 
he asked to my empty chair.  As soon as he stepped 
clear of the door, I heard Olivia whisper, "Now."  I 
pushed it closed with my hip and brought the acrylic 
globe down on the back of his head with a hollow thud.

Olivia giggled and joked, "He's got the whole world on 
his head."  I was a poor joke, but something about the 
seriousness of what I had done made it hysterically 
funny.  With tears of laughter coursing down my cheeks 
and my bladder threatening to release, I locked the 
door, then bent down and dragged Bill over to the 
desk.  

I was trying to strip him, but his weight made it 
impossible. "Whew, he's a heavy bastard," I said 
aloud. Fuck it, I picked up a pair of scissors and cut 
his clothes from him. Grabbing him from under his 
arms, I succeeded in lifting him up, but that was all 
I could do.  

"Help!" I croaked to Olivia.  Suddenly, I felt weight 
disappear and Bill's limp body flopped onto my desk.  
Quickly, I grabbed a roll of wide shipping tape and 
ran it around Bill's wrist and secured it to the leg 
of my desk.  I secured his left arm in the same manner 
to the other leg.  I reached into the bag of items 
that Douglas bought and took out the ball gag and 
after pushing it into Bill's mouth, secured it tightly 
around his head.  

Next I took out the bright purple lycra dress from the 
bag; 'a whore's dress' was what I asked Douglas for 
and he had delivered in spades.  I pulled it up over 
his legs until it came up to his chest.  I smoothed it 
down and looked at my handiwork.  It was getting here, 
but not quite.  

I picked up the stockings and pulled them over his 
legs, you would have to look really careful to see his 
leg hair.  Next, I spread his feet apart and secured 
his ankles to the desk legs with the tape.  Finally, I 
added the platinum blonde wig.  

Almost there Billy boy.  There were only two little 
things that would alert someone in the dark that Bill 
was more than he seemed.  It was time for Bill to wake 
up anyway.  

I took a wide strip of the tape and pressed it firmly 
to the hair growing from his ass.  "Wake up sleepy 
head!" I jerked the tape off along with a lot of 
Bill's pubes.  

"Mmmmmmppphh," came his muffled cries.  It was 
positively glorious watching him struggle helplessly 
against his bonds.  

Once again, I applied another strip of tape to his 
ass, loving every moment as Bill shook his head 
violently.  I jerked the tape off again, reveling in 
the sound of the hairs being torn out and Bill's neck 
arch from the pain.  He openly cried and sobbed 
through his gag while I repeated the operation until 
his ass would pass muster.  Poor Bill didn't look like 
much of a man after I was finished with his ass.  

Ah yes, Bill, it's time for you to get a little taste 
of how I feel.  The hair had been removed from Bill's 
ass, but he didn't know that.  "Billy-boy, lift your 
hips up for me or I'll do it again.  You know I will!"

Bill raised his hips and I quickly wrapped the tape 
around the base of his cock.  Once he felt what I was 
doing he tried to force his pelvis back on the desk, 
but it was too late for that, since I had him by the 
balls, so to speak.  "Up-Up-Up Billy-boy!" I said, as 
I pulled him up by the tape that I had wrapped around 
his balls until he stood on his tippy-toes.

Finally, I rolled his cock and balls up nice and 
tight, then pulled it underneath his belly and secured 
it to the handle of my desk drawer.  No, it didn't 
look like the coward would be going anywhere for quite 
awhile.

I squatted on my knees, so that I could see the look 
of his crying eyes.  God, revenge is sweet and I found 
it was a helluva turn on as well.  I felt my juices 
run down my thighs, as I pondered what would happen 
shortly.  

"Let me in now, my Pussy," Olivia whispered in my ear.  
I don't know how to describe what being possessed was 
like, except it was a lot like a cold breeze that 
doesn't stop at your skin, but goes all the way 
through you. Afterwards, you can feel your body, but 
it is doing things on its own and there are thoughts 
in your head that don't come from 'you'.  

I can tell you this, I was as angry and vengeful as at 
any time in my life, but my feelings were a mere 
candle to be engulfed by the sheer force of the hurt 
and rage that poured from Olivia's spirit.  I 
struggled not to get absorbed by the rushing feelings 
and to concentrate on what Olivia was saying to Bill 
while she controlled my body.  

Olivia tilted his head up so that his frightened eyes 
looked directly in my own.  "Yes, Bill it is *me*, 
your *wife*, Olivia.  I bet you thought you would 
never see me again.  Ha-ha, well I got news for you, 
coward, even death can't stop me from getting my 
revenge."  

"First things first, coward," she said as she picked 
up his car keys and put them in my purse. "After I'm 
done with you, I'm going to *my* home and taking *my* 
stuff.  If something should happen to this body, then 
I'm afraid I will just have to possess another girl 
and do this *all over again*.  Trust me when I tell 
you this, you cowardly *fuck*! YOU DO NOT WANT TO DEAL 
WITH ME AGAIN!"

She stood up and opened my pocketbook and pulled out a 
mirror.  "I'm sure you are just *dying* to know what 
has happened to you.  Well, here have a look."  Olivia 
showed Bill his reflection and he started struggling 
against his bonds with renewed vigor.  I imagine he 
couldn't see *everything*, but it was enough to give 
him some idea of his precarious situation.  

Olivia left the open compact on the desk and took a 
tube of KY out of the bag.  She walked around the desk 
while trailing my fingers down his wig and over his 
skirt covered body, until she came to his ass.  Olivia 
coated my finger in the jelly and began to work it up 
his tightly clenched ass.  "Bill, this is all the 
lubrication you are going to get, so I suggest you 
relax, so I can apply it!" I was surprised to see him 
stop struggling and relax his sphincter and accept 
Olivia's probing. 

"Now, in just a few minutes, Douglas is going to come 
in here expecting to fuck Heather up the ass.  You 
see, he wants to win the bet you made about fucking 
Heather - yes, Billy-boy I know all about the bet and 
the rest your dirty little secrets."

When I leave, I'm going to break the light switch and 
turn up the radio, so he will have no idea that it is 
you and not me.  Now, if you move around or make a lot 
of noise, he will probably fuck you anyway . . . after 
all, you two do have this competition thing going.  
Then, I'm sure he will make a big deal about it and 
humiliate you just like you did poor Heather this 
morning," Olivia said, as she buried my finger to the 
hilt in his virgin ass, causing Bill to grunt into his 
gag.  Then she reached over and cut the radio on.  

Olivia picked up my handbag and walked to the door.  
She bent down to retrieve the fallen acrylic award and 
said, "My suggestion is you take it like a man and 
then after he leaves, I'll come in and untie you 
afterwards.  But, either way you look at it, you're 
*fucked*!"  She brought down the globe on the light 
switch, cutting it off, and breaking the knob at the 
same time.  

Olivia left my body like a sigh and I was once again 
in control of myself.  I calmly walked out of our 
suite of offices, until I was safely outside the glass 
front.  I took my cellular phone out of my purse and 
dialed Douglas's extension.  

"Douglas speaking," he answered.

In my sexiest voice, I breathed huskily into the 
receiver, "Ewwww . . . Dougie, I'm just *dying* for 
you to fuck the hell out of my virgin ass with that 
big - hard - cock of yours.  Mmmmmm . . . so are you 
gonna be a man or a mouse?" 

I hung the phone up and watched from the corner as 
Douglas walked briskly from his office with his hands 
in his pockets, to camouflage the erection he was 
sporting.  

Oh, Bill, I wonder what is happening to you right now?  
I waited a few minutes, before I dialed Sandy's 
extension.  

"You've reached Douglas Tin's office.  This is Sandy, 
how may I help you?"

"Hi, Sandy, it's me, Heather.  I need a huge favor."

"Sure, anything," she eagerly answered.

"I need you to get as many people as you can together 
and tell them to hurry to my office, because you heard 
some very weird noises.  You think I may be trying to 
kill myself.  You tell them *that* Sandy.  You tell 
them that for all the women those two assholes have 
fucked over since they've been here.  Good-bye Sandy," 
I said, as I pressed end on the cellular.

I walked to the elevator and got in and as the doors 
of the elevator closed, so closed a chapter of my life 
and I've never looked back.  I drove Bill's car over 
to his house and picked up the valuables that Olivia 
asked me to get, then caught a cab and left New York 
for L.A.  
  
I began a new life in the city of angels, with my 
angel, Olivia.  Dear reader, I know you can never 
experience this, but when you are possessed and you 
know that person knows every little dark recess of 
your soul, yet they are still with you . . . they 
still *want* you, then you can begin to fathom my love 
for Olivia.  

So began our honeymoon, the happiest time of my life.  
I also realized my dreams and became an author . . . 
an author of erotica, to be exact.  Well, you know 
what they say, 'Write what you know,' and I did know 
sex thanks to Olivia.  I made love to Olivia, to women 
she possessed, to men while she possessed me.  I can 
not count the lovers I had during that blissful six 
months.    

I know you are dying to know dear reader, yes you 
would call me her slave, but I probably wouldn't.  
See, I wanted to exhibit myself, to orgasm in public 
places, to get punished, and pierced.  I wanted 
anything that would make my lover, my Olivia happy.

However, as they also say, 'All good things must come 
to an end."  Well, in time Olivia's anger and hurt was 
replaced by . . . love for *me*.  You cannot know how 
much it breaks my heart to know that it was *love* 
that took my Olivia away from me, but it is true.  You 
see, it was her anger and need for revenge that held 
her in this world.  As it faded, so did the tenuous 
thread that held her to me.

Ah, but we did love during the time we had.  I loved 
my witch, my wonderful wicked Olivia and she loved me, 
her sweet Pussy Kat.  Pussy Kat . . . Ha-ha, it's 
funny to think that my readers probably thought Pussy 
Kat was a pen name.  Well, it's my real name and I 
wouldn't change it for the world, because Olivia gave 
it to me.  

So reader, after reading all my make believe fiction, 
now you know my 'real' story and I guess it is the 
strangest one of all.  Anyway, this story is more than 
just a story.  You see, reader, it has been exactly 
one year since Halloween.  Which is why, I'm typing 
this right now, wearing my cute little Pussy costume I 
wore last Halloween.  You see, I'm hoping to spark 
just a little anger from my Mistress . . . my Olivia, 
just enough to bring her into this world for a sweet 
kiss to chill my warm lips.  

I had hoped to have time to pen a beautiful poem to my 
lover, my life, but I can feel her presence now.  I 
hope you have enjoyed this story . . . my last story.  

As for me, I've got everything I need tonight, laying 
in a soap dish beside the tub.  I'm afraid it is time 
for a nice warm bath and a welcoming kiss.  Then I 
shall join my lover.

. . . I can't wait.

Pussy Kat


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