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Hi,
Halloween contribution, sorry its so late but posting through google at the
moment seems a bit hit and miss. Posted this tuesday, but hasn't appeared
yet.
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**Yotna**
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ASSM The haunting of Dedington Manor by Yotna El'Toub MF, FF, MM, TG
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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an
adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If
you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE
IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own
local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.
The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my
story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and
unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy;
the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain
only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall
in to the hands of minors.
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Chapter one: The gathering
The manor house stood resplendent as it bathed in the cool orange glow
of the autumnal sunset. Major Stanley stood on the veranda admiring his
gardeners' handiwork, all the effort and expense had been worthwhile, and
the garden was a triumph. It was of course fitting that it should all come
to completion this year the bicentenary of the founding, all had to be just
as it was then. His guests would soon arrive and the six families be
reunited, in a celebration of their joint successes over the past two
centuries. The idea had been simple in its concept and proved effective in
its execution, a secret pact of the great and the good. A simple deal that
had ensured their prosperity and maintained standards for the local
community, its detail was lost in the mists of time but none could doubt
its effectiveness.
The founding fathers had been a dedicated group of men from the highest
echelons of society representing the military, the clergy, the aristocracy,
the medical profession, national politics and the arts. Such was the
renown and foresight of these noble ancestors that the families had
dedicated themselves to excellence in each of their specialist areas, to
this day some two centuries later. The major smiled the smile of the just,
turned and walked back inside. Once in his study he seated himself in the
leather armchair and took up his pen. Gazing down his to do list he could
see (and he already knew) that all the boxes were checked, no harm being
prepared - precision was the key and nothing unexpected would spoil the
event. The study door swung fully open, framing Myers in a
characteristically subservient pose.
"Begging your pardon Major, but your first guest had arrived, the
Reverend Holmsey is in the drawing room" Myers soft voice informed.
"Old Pongo - always one to be early, good man Myers. I'll be down in a
trice" The major beamed from behind his desk.
Myers closed the door without taking his eyes from the major, walking
backwards was a natural aptitude after his long years of service.
True to his word the major marched into the drawing room some two
minutes later, the room was fuller than expected. Two more keen guests had
arrived and were being settled in by Myers in his usual assured manner.
"Good lord, not only Pongo, but Daffy and Christian as well, we're all a
little early aren't we" The major asked, a little put out.
"I'm sorry Stanners, but it's a special year - just too excited, I know
you're a stickler for punctuality, but maybe just this once?" Daphnia
replied cooing slightly.
"She's right you know old man, relax a little" Christian added in his
best bedside manner.
"Quite, well welcome one and all" The major replied with a slightly less
military air.
Any further conversation was hushed by the sound of the heavy ring of
the brass doorbell. Myers scooted from the room and strode to the oak
door. He opened it with a slightly regal manner, which evaporated at the
sight of the guest; Marion Lescombe was as stunning as ever.
"We are a little formal this evening aren't we Myers, if not to say
stiff" Marion quipped as she walked past the blushing servant.
"They are assembled in the drawing room Ma'am" Myers coughed.
Marion didn't reply, but merely waved a limp hand as she glided towards
the room. Myers stood watching her figure flowing down the hallway, his
groin tightened.
"Well aren't you going to let me in?" Asked a small impatient voice.
"Sorry Miss Dubois, I didn't see you there" replied a contrite Myers
"That Myers, is because you weren't looking here, was your mind on
something else?" Ellie asked
"Not at all Ma'am, deepest apologies" Myers stumbled on his words, and
his face turned a darker shade of puce.
"I just wish I could have that effect on men, Myers I really do" Ellie
added shyly.
"I'm sure your day will come Miss," Myers replied with confidence
"Follow me Miss"
Myers led the petite flame haired woman to the other guests, he served
her fine Chablis, and with a polite nod Myers departed the room for his
duties. The major stepped forwards coughed and cleared his throat
ceremoniously. The room hushed.
"Once again the six great families are assembled to honour the memory of
our illustrious forebears, formalities commence," He ordered, took a
measured step forward and spoke.
"Major Stanley Asquith Her Majesties Fusiliers" His foot crashed down in
perfect time to the formal salute.
The reverend wandered forwards, a bemused grin on his face.
"Reverend Doctor Peter Holmsey, bless all assembled here this evening"
He intoned in a dulcet voice.
Christian stayed put on the couch uttering with as little enthusiasm as
he could muster.
"Doctor Christian Browning, look couldn't we just eat without all of
this tripe?"
A joint stern glance from the major and reverend stilled Christians mock
rebellion. Daphnia raised her glass where she stood warming herself in
front of the generous hearth, sipped and announced.
"Daphnia Squires-Fortescue, oh sorry I forgot in all the excitement -
Dame Daphnia Squires-Fortescue," a cut glass voice echoed softly in the
room.
Marion stood from her comfortable chair and as if about to accept her
next BAFTA, smiled profusely at the non-existent cameras.
"Marion Lescombe RSC, CBE for services to the Arts, but you all knew
that anyway" She struggled not to add "luvvies" to the sentence and won.
Ellie stood and calmly announced.
"Eloise Dubois, Undersecretary of State for Education"
The major nodded once to the reverend, it was the only communication
needed.
"We gathered here praise the memory of our ancestors, and vow to
continue our service, with the help of the lord our god. Amen"
A chorus of "Amen" rang from five other pairs of lips.
"Right then, chowder time I'm sure Myers will be prepared for us by now.
Each of the gentlemen assembled took one of the ladies arms and led them
to the dinning room where the feast would await them. As if by some
prearranged signal the doors of the dinning room swept fully apart as the
major and Daphnia approached. Stanley's grin broadened, and then froze on
his face. It wasn't that the placements were wrong, or the silver not
polished. What surprised the major was the complete lack of any food,
normally the table would be brimming with delights. Myers caught the stony
stare and immediately preened himself to make an announcement.
"This had better be bloody good Myers," thought the major his jaw
twitching slightly.
"Good evening honored guests, in recognition of the special nature of
this anniversary, dinner will proceed slightly later than normal," Myers
started, "As you all know I have been in service at this house man and boy
all my life. What you may not know is that I too am linked in a humble way
with this evenings events" Myers surveyed the faces to gauge his audience,
all looked fairly relaxed. The major was of course an exception to this
nowhere had this been in his plan for this evening.
"Get on with it Myers, hungry guests man," the major said in an effort
to gloss over his surprise.
"My family was in service in this house when the founding occurred and
we have served every generation since that day. I have an heirloom passed
from father to son since 1803, on this anniversary I would like to present
it to you all as a memento" So saying Myers reached into his waistcoat
pocket and retrieved an ancient key, with due reverence he laid this on a
pre-positioned red velvet cushion.
The job complete Myers stepped back to allow the guests access. Not one
of them moved confusion flickered across their faces. No one spoke, this
had come out of the blue unlike any other year there was no prepared feast.
"Don't you want to examine the key, " asked an inquisitive Myers.
"This is too much Myers, we don't want to ogle at an old key, we want
service man get the food here PDQ!" Barked the major.
"I haven't explained well enough, I apologize, this key hasn't been used
since that night in 1803, when the room was sealed by your ancestors"
Smiled Myers.
"There's no sealed room in this house I'd know," stormed the major his
considerable annoyance becoming increasingly transparent to his guests.
"The sealed room is behind that door at the far end of the dinning
room," corrected Myers.
"Rubbish man that is the door to the servant quarters," exclaimed an
astonished major.
"How do you know, have you ever been through it?" Myers asked his eyes
sparkling with mischief.
"I'll settle this for once and for all!" So saying the major unhooked
his arm from Daphnia's and stalked up to the offending door. He turned the
handle and pushed. "It's locked," he said turning to face Myers.
Myers said nothing he just picked up the key and held it in his
outstretched palm. The major marched up to him, snatched the key and
returned double time to the door.
"This is either piffle, or your idea of a surprise Myers I warn you if
this is some lame joke you will be spending your last night under my roof!"
The major regarded the butler from deep under his knotted brow.
Myers simply smiled back at him disarmingly.
"Very well, I'll open it" The major slid the key into the lock and with
considerable effort turned it.
The door creaked open to expose nothing but a darkened interior, and a
smell reminiscent of dusty lavender blooms. Myers walked up to the major
and helpfully handed him a torch.
"I doubt if even gas was installed in 1803 sir," he stated, correctly.
The major eyed the tall servant with considerable contempt; then he
swept the torch from Myers hand and plunged into the darkness, waving the
beam of light in random directions. He stopped monetarily before moving
further into the thick dusty air.
"Good god above! Christian get in here, NOW!" Called the major, his
voice a semitone higher than normal.
Christian obeyed the urgency of the request and almost ran to the room,
closely followed by the other guests. Curiosity is a powerful emotion;
within 30 seconds the room had seven occupants, the major, his five guests,
and the collapsed woman laying face down in the middle of the room. A
small huddle formed around the doctor as he knelt beside the unknown
females form. Carefully he tried to roll her over, but she was
surprisingly heavy for such a slim figure. Christian applied a little more
muscle; with a sudden jerk the body flew over accompanied by a sickening
tearing sound. Such was the speed of the body's motion that Christian was
caught off balance and smacked resoundingly down onto the seat of his
pants.
A cacophony of gasps and stifled screams filled the room, Eloise doubled
over looking for the entire world to Christian as if she was about to
vomit.
"What, what is it?" He asked as he struggled up from the floor, then he
too saw.
The body now lay face up and the torch picked out the white high
cheekbones of the exposed skull, and the dark caverns of the empty orbits.
Beside the head on the floor were the remains of the face still welded to
the ancient carpet.
"Too late to help here," muttered Christian "much too late" he commented
needlessly.
An insane voice cackled from the closing doorway.
"Now good Doctor, never give up on a patient, you may have just the
thing" laughed Myers.
The major was galvanised into action but it was too late, the door shut
just before he could deliver a mighty blow to his disobedient servant. The
major turned in defeat to his assembled guests.
"The key, you still have the key," screamed Marion.
"Of course, YOU'LL RUE THIS DAY MYERS!" He shouted as the turned to
thrust the key into the waiting keyhole.
There was no keyhole, not even an indication of one, come to that there
was no handle nothing to get a purchase on. For once the major was lost
for words, all he could manage was an informed observation honed by years
of military experience.
"We're trapped!" he muttered.
Chapter two: Old friends
"So Stanners old chap, bit of a turn up this what a cove that Myers"
Christian directed his scorn with precise accuracy.
"Do shut up you fool, and turn that mind of your onto more relevant
things. Like how the hell we get out of here," snapped the major.
"Are you asking me to join the escape committee old boy?" queried
Christian in mock delight.
The major ignored the comment and walked over to reinforce Pongo in his
attempts to calm the junior minister. Eloise still had certain greyness to
her complexion, and was breathing rapidly. The reverend turned to
Christian.
" I think she needs your ministry more than mine" it had the sound of a
rebuke.
Christian reluctantly agreed and taking the light from the major
examined Ellie's pale complexion.
"Hyperventilation, nothing else," Christian stated, "now Ellie breathe
with me, calm down we are all going to be just fine"
Christian gazed into her eyes closely as he calmed her, never before had
he noticed the life in the dark green irises they positively twinkled at
him. Suddenly they were gone, the torch had failed, and Christian hammered
it into the palm of his left hand. It made no difference the batteries
must have given up the ghost! He could hear Ellie panicking, and the other
bumbling around in the darkness.
"No Ellie you will make yourself ill," Christian reached out and placed
her clammy palm on his chest "Now with me, in out, in out, good girl"
An enormous static discharge lit the room, followed by another, and
another. For all the world it seemed they had stumbled into a disco right
at the mid-point of the strobe display. The effect was soon enhanced as a
kaleidoscope of colour danced on the room's dank walls. Everything became
a blur, when the merry-go-round finally stopped the six occupants of the
room stared around in disbelief. The cobwebs and dust had gone the décor
was just as fresh as that in the rest of the newly restored property.
Large oil lamps illuminated the corners and flooded warm flickering light
across the furnishings, and a warm log fire burned merrily in the open
hearth.
"Well if this is Myers doing he must have hire some of the best special
effects people in the industry" Marion spouted effusively.
"Where's the body?" Ellie asked, her voice trembling the query past her
lips.
"I'll be damned it's gone," the major gawped at the rich empty carpet.
Daphnia let out a piercing scream.
"Somebody touched me, I felt them go right through my body," her voice
betrayed her fear, as did the growing pool of liquid on the floor between
her legs.
Daphnia glanced down her body to find the source of the warmth; she
stared wide-eyed at the growing stain below her waist.
"I'm most dreadfully sorry, how frightful of me," embarrassment clouded
her refined features.
"Perfectly natural reaction to fear Daffy, don't blame yourself,"
Christian added kindly.
"What is that?" Marion pointed to the centre of the floor, her eye wide
with fear.
On the carpet, just where the body had laid a slowly revolving cloud of
electric-blue mist circled, gradually the cloud expanded upwards for five
or so feet above the floor. It thickened and morphed into a young woman.
Each human mind in the room was filled with but one thought, and odd
feeling of recognition that face it was some how familiar. The apparition
smiled and spoke.
"Dear friends I have waited so long to welcome you to my domain, tonight
you will learn of its secrets," the words seemed to drift slowly from it's
lips to the waiting ears.
"Who are you?" Ellie asked, curiosity overcoming her pounding heart.
"I am Susanna Myers, your benefactor" Susanna answer her face radiant.
"Benefactor, how? If you are a Myers you can offer nothing to us,"
stated Stanley.
The radiant face split from ear to ear, long pointed teeth flashed and
the spirit lunged forwards into the major's face.
"I have given everything for you, while you prospered, I festered in
hell tormented and corrupted" The violence of the words threw spittle into
the majors face.
Stanley lost all of his colour and much of his composure in an instant,
backing away from the vile spectacle pursuing him. Gone was the military
stance, the steady eye and back was the little boy desperate for his nanny.
Temporarily broken he cowered on one knee. To his relief the spirit moved
away and regained its former beauty. The major felt a hand on his
shoulder, looking up he saw Daphnia's concerned face, he managed the
weakest of smiles.
"I should not get angry with you I have not explained," Susanna
continued. Two hundred years ago your ancestors formed a pact"
"Yes the founding, we know" Peter replied.
"No that was a human pact, there was a inhuman one prior to it, a pact
with the devil" Susanna stated.
"What rubbish, our families are of the highest repute," Peter announced,
before stepping forwards "Be gone fowl spirit" He chanted holding the
crucifix he always wore in his right hand.
The spirit smiled and made the smallest of motions with it's hands, the
chain holding the crucifix around the reverend neck tighten, garrotting him
before snapping and falling to the floor. Before his eyes he watched the
cross dissolve into a liquid pool of bubbling gold.
"Enough games cleric, your ancestors only needed on thing to seal the
pact with Beelzebub, a pure soul. They offered mine. I was trapped in
this room and left to his mercies, an innocent girl of seventeen summers,"
her eyes seemed to mist over "I resisted corruption for as long as I could,
but when it came I relished it, accepted it and learned all of it's
perversions.
The room was silent, all eyes concentrated on the ghostly form.
"What is it you want from us" Christian asked, " If you want our apology
for the sins of our fathers I'm sure you can have it"
"I want nothing more than for you to see yourselves as you are," Susanna
grinned "the perverted spawn of evil men. Just as my form is transparent
to your souls are transparent to me. I will show you the desire in each of
you and expose you for what you are"
"We are not perverted, we are the cream of society you are the
abomination!" Ellie roared at the Ghost.
"Let us being with you then, dear Ellie. Too repressed to touch you own
body, but secretly wanting to be ravaged. Your little sight seeing trips,
you think no one knows. Amsterdam isn't it where you watch the lewdest
shows. Or the therapeutic massages at the health club. They laugh you
know the masseurs' they see you hiding your furtive climaxes while under
their hands. What else, your hidden desire for the good doctor here, if
only you knew"
"Knew what! I have nothing to hide" Christian objected.
"No hidden love Doctor, not even the one for yourself?" Susanna smirked
"Our good Doctor is an obsessive self-abuser nothing quite matches up to
the mirror does it. That's why you have never had a woman; you've never
found one as attractive as your reflection. Well today you will, it is
decided you and Ellie will perform for us," with this said Susanna clapped
her hands once.
Ellie and Christian walked towards each other and embraced passionately.
"Now watch you friends, and see how debauched they are, and they are
reflections of yourselves" Susanna chided, "But watch in silence" Susanna's
hands delivered a further clap, everyone other than Christian and Ellie
felt paralysis descend on them, they could watch, unblinkingly but nothing
else.
Chapter three: The dance of lust
Before the staring eyes Ellie and Christian squirmed as they divested
the last of their clothes. Christians long hard erection bobbed before him
as he lowered his head to Ellie's upstanding nipples. Carefully he sucked
the pink tip deep within his mouth as Ellie drove her pubis forward
grinding it against the shaft of his thick penis. Her nails raked furrows
into his muscular back, as her nipple hardened in his suckling mouth. He
raised his head to kiss her but Ellie evaded the lips, and slid down his
body to rest her own lips against the tip of his rod. She drew her lips
back, and a small bridge of juice crossed the gap from her wet lips to his
bulging glans. With apparent easy she slid forward to take the whole
length of his member within her mouth. Her throat widened to give his
velvet tip access before she withdrew her lips to the tip of his purple
knob and repeated the fluid motion. Christian rocked on the soles of his
feet, eyes closed neck stretched towards the ceiling.
Christian's hips started to piston, his buttocks clenching into tight
muscular knots as her thrust his length fully into Ellie's compliant mouth.
His cry started deep in his chest and erupted spectacularly from his throat
as his sperm jetted down Ellie's. Ellie curled away from his body and lay
spread at his feet, in seconds he was inside her thrusting lustily into the
meat of her virgin opening. Ellie sighed and linked her feet behind his
back pulling Christian into her with ever increasing force. Sweat
glistened on her belly and ran in rivulets down her swinging breasts.
Panting her lust she slapped her vulva against his hard cock. Christian
withdrew and his mouth replaced his organ, Ellie bucked as the strong
tongue circled her swelling bud. Even in his passion Christian extended a
hand to pump his engorged shaft, the desire for his flesh was still strong.
After a few strokes a flood of white matted onto the carpet, as his
gyrating mouth sent Ellie crashing to her first orgasm of the night.
"Interesting isn't it his nature and her lust, they can't change, it's
from the bad seed" Susanna observed "we'll let them continue, who shall I
turn my gaze on now ah, reverend how does a man of god fulfil his needs?"
Susanna gazed into the clergyman's eyes "Yes it's boys isn't it, oh
surpluses are so fetching. But how can I tempt you, when there are no boys
here?"
As the astonished voyeurs watched the young woman's body transformed
into that of an angelic teenaged youth. The young blond man stepped
forwards and slid his hand along the front of the reverend's fly. The
bulge it encountered needed no explanation. With gentle movements the
boy's hand lowered Peter's zipper and pulled forth his chubby organ, the
youth rubbed the semi-erect cock between his two hands firming the object
of his desire. Slowly he bent forwards and nibbled the tip of the pulsing
head, Peter sighed as the full length of his member unfurled probing the
wetness of the boys mouth. With practiced ease the youths mouth sucked the
shaft deep into it's warm interior. Peter tensioned his frame as the
tongue explored the whole in his spongy glans, pushing with gentle pulses
into its secrets. With a sudden plop Peter's straining organ fell from the
boy's mouth, the youth smoothly rotated lifting his surplus clear of his
hard buttocks. An instant later the hard organ probed the dark crease and
entered the tight confines of the boys anus.
Peter reached around the boy's body until his hand encountered the fuzz
of downy pubic hair and fell from there to the small but rock hard penis.
His hand could easily contain its entire length, while the loose foreskin
dampened his exploring fingers. Peter thrust wildly into the accommodating
sphincter, his teeth nibbling the boy's neck. Two more thrusts took the
holy man to heaven, he groaned his pleasure as the boys spunk splattered on
his hand and dripped leisurely to the carpet. The nameless boy pulled away
from the quaking reverend and turned to face him. As he stepped backwards
he transformed back into Susanna.
Susanna smiled at Peter and indicated towards the copulating couple on
the floor. Peter fell to his knees behind Christian and in one fluid
motion sank his hardening erection deep into the doctor's bowels.
Christian didn't flinch or crease his pounding of Ellie's soft membranes he
merely accepted being the fucked as well as the fucker.
Susanna smiled broadly at the remaining trio, Stanley glared back trying
to understand how this thing had entered his home and ravaged his guests.
At the back of his mind lurked another question, well no an impression
Susanna looked more substantial, less transparent than she had earlier.
More flesh and blood he thought idly.
"Lets watch the entertainment for a while, shall we your turn will come
soon enough" Susanna assured the three spectators, "Wonderful isn't it how
adaptable your friends are, they will fit in so well. Have you noticed how
they've faded already the room likes them, it loves their energy"
Hours seemed to pass, but the exertions of the orgiastic ménage a trois
was unabated. Christian savoured oral sex with Peter while Ellie returned
the favour to Christians pumping cock, as she did she masturbated with
furious intent. Ellie stared through her immobile friend as if they didn't
exist, it was apparent that she was getting further away from them in some
undefined way.
"Three souls almost delivered, and another three to come, this time the
pact is mine and I will not fail to deliver Satan" Susanna commented.
Susanna turned to stare into the eyes of Marion; try as she might Marion
could not avoid the rapt attention of the evil ghost.
"Why after all you have said, that is your desire?" Susanna laughed
"Well as much as I'd like to swap female fluids with you I am not of nearly
high enough breeding for you" Susanna turned to Daphnia "Much more suitable
don't you feel?" Susanna sneered at the repulsion in Daphnia's eyes "Not to
your liking, well you never know until you try, do you?" Susanna's laugh
was long and cruel.
Chapter four: Dance on - the night is young
A naked Daphnia lay face up on the floor, her eyes wide with terrible
anticipation; her field of vision was filled with flesh. Gazing upwards
all she could see was the smooth tapering columns of Marion's tanned legs,
where they met lay the object of her disgust. The bare shaved mound of
Marion's sex seemed to watch her from its single weeping eye. Slowly but
unstoppably the smooth heavily lidded eye descended towards Daffy's face, a
tear of clear fluid formed at the darkest part of its pupil where it hung
for mere seconds before slickly dripping onto Daffy's upturned face.
Daphnia wrinkled her nose as the familiar, yet somehow different aroma
filled her panting nostrils. Marion's hips came to rest as her sopping
cunt finally contacted Daffy's face, slowly and with apparent relish Marion
gyrated her hips smearing her juices liberally onto her friends visage.
Daphnia held her mouth tightly shut, and silently wished she could do
the same with her bulging eyes. She breathed heavily through bubbles of
pungent juices, as the smooth slick skin coated her nose and resistant
lips. Then to Daffy's relief the pressure lightened, allowing her to gulp
in lungfuls of welcome fresh air. The relief was short lived as Daffy felt
Marion's body contact hers, heavy breasts pressed down on her stomach,
boring their hard tips against her soft skin. Daffy flinched as the
snake-like tongue reached the edge of her luxuriant pubic fleece, here it
paused briefly before moving to part the as yet dry ridged labia.
Daffy shuddered with revulsion as the invading tongue swept in wide
circles slowly spiralling in towards its small hidden target. The velvet
tip homed in and lapped the tiny bud, once more Daffy shuddered, but this
time not from revulsion. Between Daffy's lips her tongue plotted its
rebellion and drove out through her delicately glossed lips to part the
saturated wide labia of Marion's pulsing vulva, as the heady taste filled
Daffy's mouth rebellion tasted victory. Daffy pressed her face deep into
the spasming gash of her closest friend and drank deeply to slake her
growing thirst. Marion felt the flower of Daffy's cunt relax its petals as
the bud at its core grew between her nibbling teeth.
Stanley viewed the spectacle with growing dismay, he did not however
notice that what should have been a quintet, was merely a duet. So intense
was his outrage at his beloved Daffy's subjugation he failed to register
that the humping trio had faded to complete invisibility.
"So what of your standards now Stanley," the teasing apparition asked
with apparent glee.
To his amazement the major found he could reply.
"You fiend, this is your work. I will not let you corrupt my friends, I
WILL NOT!" he screamed in frustration his voice cracking with pent up
emotion.
"You still don't understand do you I am not a corruptor, merely an
enabler. I can only bring to the fore that which hides skulking in their
mean spirits. You now see them as they are, as they wish to be!" Susanna
giggled.
"Well you won't corrupt me fiend, I trained - I'm psychologically
conditioned to resist torture" Stanners smiled a little insanely.
"Still proud of you military might, after two centuries. The Asquith's
don't change do they? You are just a pompous as your namesake. It was he
the accursed first Stanley Asquith who selected me for this fate. I was
marked from the night of my thirteenth birthday when I rejected his
advances when he slipped into my bed, having just left that of my older
sister. An old soldier never forgets, he waited and served his revenge to
me coldly. He also led to your undoing Stanley, the bastard spawn of Emma,
my sister and the old squire lived onto stalk your existence and wait our
turn for revenge." As Susanna finished she tossed her head in triumph.
"Myers? My man Myers?" Stanners mumbled just before his mouth was once
again sealed.
Chapter five: Save the last dance for me
Before Stanners incredulous eyes Susanna transformed again, the change
was not major, but significant. At the delicate junction of Susanna thighs
bobbed a heavy erect penis where moments before thick lips had nestled.
Her outer lips had filled with large productive testicles that swung
lustily behind the purple domed shaft. All else was unchanged, Susanna's
breast bobbed alluringly and in precisely matched time to the sway of her
erection. She pressed her body hard into Stanners, a little surprised at
the contempt on his face.
Stanners mind was busy; the ghost had shown a flaw this was not his
fantasy! He felt back in control, he Stanley Asquith would defeat this
monstrosity and return honour to the six families. By god it was his duty!
Stanners felt the hermaphrodite body slide against his, her nipples
trapping those on his small high breasts. Stanley looked down in amazement
and understood the nature of his complete defeat. His elongated blonde
hair cascaded over small but perfectly formed breasts, complete with softly
hued platforms sprouting small but diamond hard teats. Stanley's cock
bounced its unruly head hard against his belly and rebounded onto the
larger shaft Susanna sported. The weeping eyes of the extended plumbs met
as the shafts brushed over each other gliding like multiple layers of the
finest silk.
Susanna's heavy testicles swung mightily into his aching balls, sending
trembles down the majors shaking legs. Sparks seems to fly before the
majors eyes as the shafts rubbed their mutual bliss in to each other, he
couldn't hold back his passion much longer. Stanners thrust his hips
driving his straining organ hard against the gnarled shaft of Susanna's
cock. He sensed the mighty organ contract and felt hot sperm splash
against the underside of his newly acquired bosom. Major Asquith deposited
his warm cargo on Susanna's flesh savouring the feel of their combined
spunk sliding between them. Stanner's all but fainted, and slumped heavily
to the floor, his eyes fixed on the cum covered spectre.
Before his eyes her erection subsisted and then disappeared into the
smooth mound of dark pubic hair. He gazed down his own body anticipating
the return of his manly hirsute chest, but for him the transformation
seemed to be delayed.
Susanna stood back, carefully wiping the spent jism from her stomach and
cleaning her sticky hand with her tongue in a sensual feline parody. Her
newly licked palms clapped together, Daphnia and Marion immediately broke
from their Sapphic embrace and tugged Stanners to the centre of the carpet.
Daphnia pushed him down and straddled his partly erect stalk, sinking it in
to her saliva washed slit. Marion positioned herself as she had above
Daffy, and thrust her gash hard against the major's re-designed wide mouth.
Marion's hands sought the prominent peaks of the major's breasts and pulled
them into stiffer columns. Daffy returned the compliment tweaking Marion's
nipples between thumb and forefinger. The trio descended in to a frenzy of
sighs, as the solidity of their bodies dissipated.
A very human Susanna walked towards the door it swept fully open at her
approach the pact was complete - she was free. Susanna smiled broadly at
the tall figure standing subserviently in the frame of the door; it was
good to finally see Michael in the flesh. He inclined his head slightly
and spoke with an unusually emotive note to his voice.
"Welcome home Ma'am, we have some catching up to do!" A deep grin
complemented his normally impassive face; he too had a new freedom about
his persona.
"Mr Myers, Michael we have no need to be so formal" Susanna quipped as
she placed her right hand on the obvious lump in his dark trousers.
She tilted he head up and Michael's lips met Susanna's with a delicate
but passionate kiss. Behind them the door swung shut, closing out the
smell of stale lavenders that emitted from its cobwebbed interior. Finally
Michael broke away from the long kiss.
"I should show you the house, maybe the master bedroom would make an
excellent start point for the tour?" He asked Susanna in a hushed tone.
"It sounds ideal Michael, just heavenly" Susanna cooed.
He slipped his hand around her narrow waist and linked together they
walked from the dinning room. As they passed the Grandfather clock in the
hall it chimed midnight, with exactly the same tone as it had chimed two
hundred years earlier on the thirty-first day of October 1803.
The end.
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