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The Naked City Chronicles Chapter 1 (reboot) - Your Favourite Nightmare

Leanna was putty in the Master's grip now, her shock at the pain and degredation she had suffered at the hands of people she should have been able to trust, and her desire to avoid further pain at the hands of henchmen meant that when he replaced the wooden sex toy with his own cock was sudden moment, one that Leanna didn't fight against except for the tightness of her own body. The master grasped her around the waist with his pudgy fingers as he slammed her down his length. He may have been old and out off shape, but his own manhood was still impressive, especially for a girl who had been so recently deflowered. He fucked her hard, treating her like a sex toy of the future, rather than as a human, or even an animal.

Of course this sensation was passed along to Lea and Jamie as they grasped hands to help Lea off the floor. They felt the impressive intruder together, batter them deep inside with no regard to their comfort or pleasure.


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For For Spencer, the journey back to the dingy basement dwelling did not go as planned. Though to his memory the trio had barely entered the house and begun to explore, he couldn't for the life of him find the door they come through. Instead the hallway seemed to stretch on forever. If he turned around, he could no longer see Jamie or Lea behind him. As he continued another door became visible, it was not the door to basement. It was on the wrong side of the hallway fro one. And it was intact. Clean even. A warm yellow light shone through the cracks where the door met the frame, and Spence swore he could hear... girlish giggling? coming from the other side.

@MsBloom
 
As the perspective through which she now experienced the haunting Lea had initiated by accident Jamie first did feel the sensation of her vagina being emptied only to be filled again by a smaller but warmer and fleshier object that could be nothing but an actual cock but the sensation ended there as she now noticed her own cock, small as it was, grow to a full erection and the sensation she knew so well from having it stroked, either by her own hand or the hand of someone else.

She moaned in pleasure and at the same time visions passed before her inner sight, visions of a naked young woman being brutally raped. Her large but firm breasts swaying violently with each thrust, the chain between them, filled with all manner of heavy objects swaying in time with them and now as she looked over at Lea she could see the pain she received from what Jamie saw in her mind, but also the pleasure the older woman derived from that pain.


James thoroughly enjoyed the sight of Leanna submitting, almost willingly, eagerly, to Master Gordon's brutal treatment because the alternative was so much worse. He had unbuttoned the trousers to his uniform and taken his cock out, stroking it now as he watched The Master take what was of course rightfully his to take and with any luck he would then allow his faithful henchmen to bugger the leftovers.


@SurreptitiousApple
 
"That's curious..." Spencer muttered under his breath as he found himself in a space that was altogether foreign. He was certain he'd backtracked the way they came, after all there was only one viable direction, but everything had become unrecognizable over the last several meters. His eyes lingered on the light seeping from underneath the pristine, bedroom-looking door and slowly pulled out his recorder.

"The assumption that separating from the group to return from where we came from seemed safe, but it has now revealed itself to be a mistake," he began. "Whatever power this house commands may have seen fit to rearrange the path we left behind or has somehow displaced me in another part of the house without my knowledge. Before me is a door. It does not bear any resemblance to the door we had passed previously, except where they share universal door-like qualities. And behind it signs and sounds of life, where none was before..."

He paused a moment and shined his flashlight back the direction he came from. The blackness swallowed the beam, and neither Jamie nor Lea were visible down the hall.

"Returning now, however safer a choice it might be, feels to me to be a surrendering of a potentially unique opportunity. I will venture forth and record my discoveries. I must also not return empty-handed, as I was charged with the task of securing lubricant for... purposes."

Spencer kept the recorder running to capture everything that would transpire over the next several seconds. He knocked gently on the door before letting himself in. "Hello? I am trying to orient myself and find my way back to my companions."


Once his master began to take what he wished of the young woman, Clause relaxed his stance and backed away. He took little pleasure from observing Master Gordon himself as the butler found his master's movements brutish and barbaric. Clause himself preferred a more refined and precise approach, the way the brushstrokes of a painter danced over a canvas with intentionality. His eyes flitted down to Leanna, watching as her pendulous breasts rocked back and forth, listening to the clapping of bare skin to bare skin underscored by her cries, and he felt a stirring in his trousers.

He made his way over next to James and noticed that his cock was already out. When Clause was performing his duties, he was the epitome of self-control; nothing could distract him from fulfilling his master's wishes. However, he had finished his part. Anything that took place between now and when Master Gordon was satisfied was left to his own devices. A tongue glided over his lips. He slipped in behind James and pressed his body up to his, the firm bulge of his pants resting against James's backside as Clause tucked his nose against James's neck and drew in a deep breath. And then his hand reached to James's front and gently nudged his hand away, replacing it with his own as he resumed James's strokes on his behalf.

@LeaT @Colonel_Liam
 
Lea's knees felt weak as she regained her feet with Jamie's help. She noticed the look on the witch's face. "You feel it don't you?" She asked, taking Jamie's shoulder's firmly as if trying to insert herself into the vision.

"I think the house..." She paused as if not really believing what she was about to say. "... the house wants us to..." The normally forward professor actually blushed. "...indulge ourselves." It was really more an impression and Lea knew she could well be mistaken, but she was more convinced that it would help them better connect with the poor frightened creature whom she felt such a strong connection. She couldn't explain it but she had enough conviction to reach down with her right hand going to the witch's left breast and her left hand grabbing Jamie's cunt sexually. As soon as her hand was at Jamie's crotch though she felt a small but undeniable erection. She raised one eyebrow in realization, she paused and changed her approach, stroking Jamie through her pants. "It might help us find your friend." She suggested, beginning to believe Jamie's calling out for an unseen friend.
 
Feeling the haunting from Lea much stronger than she had ever felt a haunting by proxy before Jamie was inclined to agree with Professor Thomas. Perhaps the way out was through, to indulge the haunting, to give it what it desired of them, lust and sexual expression. She felt herself unnaturally and irresistibly drawn to the older woman, let out a deep loud moan, that seemed to echo in the damp basement, when she was touched between her legs, her erection twitching beneath the encouraging yet demanding touch.

She of course knew that, in that moment, they were both caught in a trance, one that it would take immense effort and energy to release themselves from. Perhaps a mutual orgasm would be sufficient enough.

Acting out her role in the vision though she, rather than kissing the older woman, caressing her or pulling her close to feel her generous body against her own, slapped her hard across the face.
"Perhaps," Jamie said and grabbed Lea's red hair and began to pull her down to her knees.
"Better get that mouth of yours working then whore?"
The words just rolled off her tongue without her having any control over them.

She was so entranced by this unexpected development that she forgot, in that moment, about Spencer having suddenly disappeared.

@LeaT @SurreptitiousApple @Colonel_Liam
 
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Spencer caught only a moment's glimpse of a woman's bare legs through the crack of the bedroom door when the entire vision dissipated, revealing behind it a familiar-looking basement hallway. What had felt like a real doorknob in his hand was also replaced with the cold, moist, underground air. He turned his head quickly back and forth up to look up and down the corridor, hoping to find even a fragment of proof that the vision he had had was real.

"Curious," he muttered, as he pulled the recorder back towards his mouth. "In the last several seconds, I bore witness to a most unexpected experience. A passage, of which I was confident of its shape, having walked it only minutes ago, was replaced with one much longer that terminated in a bedroom door. The door had visible light seeping from underneath and the unmistakable sounds of laughter emanating from behind, both of which disappeared. I've no way of sharing this experience with others except to hope that the laughter may have been picked up by the recorder. I must continue on..."

It took him a few moments of rummaging underneath the old magazines and other squatter refuse, but he eventually came up with a filthy and nearly empty bottle of personal lubricant, which he tucked into his satchel before making the trek back to his companions.

The beam of his flashlight found them in the dark. They were distant and small, and the thin sheen of dust that floated in the air reflecting some of his light back at him led Spencer to believe the two were still wrestling to fight off the haunt. As he approached, however, he began to feel a tightness grow in his chest and a fog begin to settle over his eyes. Where the cracked ground beneath his feet had previously felt firm and cold, had started taking on a more pillowy sensation with each step.

"W-what is..."

When Spencer had stepped within a few feet of Lea and Jamie, he froze. He spotted the red-headed professor knelt in front of Jamie in a position that could only mean one thing. Except rather than express any modicum of surprise, or narrate the goings on to his hand-held device, he quietly walked behind her. His lips were shut. His eyes were focused on Jamie's crotch. He glanced up at their guide a moment to watch her movements and prepared himself to exact any amount of "encouragement" necessary to get Lea to do what Jamie wanted.
 
Lea smiled confidently as she heard Jamie's moan fill the area. Men, in the professor's experience, were much easier to get off than women and she worked the small cock expertly. But when she looked back up into the witch's blue eyes it was as if seeing them for the first time. She had largely stereotyped their guide from the first moment she had seen them and had compartmentalized them largely by the function of guide. Jamie was beautiful, at least her face was, her hair could use some work and her clothes, well who needed those anyway. She had a sudden fantasy of a short but heated affair where she molded the young guide into a perfect sex partner.

But then there was the slap. It dazed Lea for a moment, her temper flared as she stood to her full height, several inches taller than the witch. She caught her eyes once more but they were different now. Lea knew that look too and felt the grip of her hair. Already weak knees buckled almost instantly and any thoughts of grooming Jamie were banished as she found herself kneeling before them. She looked up one last time to those blue eyes but now their roles were well defined. Trance or not, Lea was ready to obey and quickly undid Jamie's trousers and pulled them down, freeing the small but very hard erection she had been stroking. She took the witch's cock easily, leaving lipstick marks at the base with her first attempt. Lips closed around the shaft and she slowly pulled back as her tongue danced beneath the length. The tip of her tongue danced around the cockhead even as her lips pursed outward from the ridge tugging at her tight seal. Hands gripping Jamie's bare hips she pulled her back up her length and again kissed their very base as her tongue cradled the cock towards the back of her throat.

Lea was unaware of Spencer's return and appeared to have little need for encouragement. The professor was still fully clothed but her shapely ass wiggled even as her head bobbed up and down Jamie's cock. Unlike the helpless innocent in the vision, the professor gave no resistance and even brought a certain eagerness to her task as if oblivious to the wretched conditions surrounding them.

@Colonel_Liam @MsBloom @SurreptitiousApple
 
The poor maid was like a ragdoll under the master ministrations, her breast bouncing with each savage thrust he gave her. The house absorbed that sexual energy, and that of the two manservants watching and pleasuring each other and amplified it, ten, twenty, a hundred fold and sent it back across time to the newest interlopers it had pulled into its web. The three of them would feel raw lust shoot up through their feet, or in Lea's case, her knees to fill them with the primal desire to pleasure and be pleasured. A warm wind blew through the hallways and wood of the mansion around them groaned in what sounded like a deep, bass filled chuckle.
 
"Better get that mouth of yours working then whore?"
The words were James' sent through time. Master Gordon had Leanna on her hands and knees of the floor pounding her from behind without mercy, taking pleasure in hurting her with each thrust. Her large breasts swinging beneath her, still with the chain and weights attached to the nipples, her mouth hung open and drool extended in thick ropes from her bottom lip, tears covered her face.

He had asked her if she wanted to live and when she had whimpered yes he had slapped her face hard and spoken the words harshly before thrusting his cock into her open mouth with no more mercy than Master Gordon was pounding her unwilling cunt.

Jamie felt her legs tremble as Lea began working her mouth on her far from impressive cock felt more aroused than she could ever remember having been before. Placing both her hands on the older woman's head she began to thrust into her mouth, felt the woman's nose against her pubic bone, the wetness and warmth of her mouth enveloping her cock.
"Take it like a good little whore," she groaned and even as she felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm rise up she already knew that she wouldn't go limp but simply continue to use the woman kneeling before her.

Having no testicles Jamie's load of infertile semen was equally unimpressive to the size of her cock but it was at least enough to coat Lea's tongue.

@LeaT
 
Lea heard Jamie's words as if an echo of the voice she was hearing through Leanna. It might not have been the first time she had heard close to those words, but it still seemed odd coming from the wannabe witch she had so dismissed when first meeting her. Despite the unusual circumstances, Lea knew the task at hand and worked Jamie's cock mercilessly, hoping the young innocent reaching out to her across time could benefit from her technique. She also felt the intensity of the fucking Leanna was getting even if the sensations were merely a phantom of the real thing. It was enough to make her wet and to ache as she tried to remember the last time she had such a good hard fucking. She tried to encourage Leanna to enjoy the moment as she would if in her place, but she didn't know if she could push such thoughts through the terror of the young maid's plight.

She went to cup Jamie's balls, and her soft fingers found her cunt instead. Without hesitating her fingers switched from cupping to probing. The tip of her finger followed the slit and eased her lips open. Realizing she was likely sucking on Jamie's clit, she probed deeper into the witch. Whether she found the girl's hotspot within, or simply overwhelmed her with her oral skills, she soon tasted Jamie's load of semen on her tongue. She longed to feel the warmth of a cock inside of her own cunt though, suddenly jealous of the young maid being raped.

Leanna wouldn't have known the term spit roasted, at least not in the context of her current position, but she would well understand the name as she was stuffed with hard cock from both ends. James was much bigger than Jamie so even as she tried to follow the strange sensation of actively sucking dick, she gagged and choked on the man's girth and length. The hard pounding from behind made it difficult for her to adjust to the thrusts into her mouth. Her brain couldn't quite comprehend the connection she had with her distant progeny and she certainly couldn't comprehend that something like this could be enjoyable, ever. But she did try to move her hips in sync with the fucking and to try to relax her core muscles instead of fighting the invasion. She also reached up with one hand and squeezed James' balls, realizing that the sooner he found his release, the sooner she would get some relief.
 
And there it was. The connection was now firmly established, the older woman of the future, guiding her younger ancestor into enjoying her defilement. The power of the house flooded between the two women, allowing Leanna to draw on her descendants experience and begin to milk the three men using her for their own pleasure like the seasoned whore they accused her of being, and staring to enjoy her brutal rape, an orgasm building within her.

In turn Lea, though still generally clothed could feel the pleasure of being well filled, even with Jamie's undersized cock in her mouth. The house, channeling it's magic through Lea, drew the little witch into the fold, making her cock rapidly reharden in the cougars mouth after an incredibly short rest period.

Soon the magic flowing through them all and across time hit a high point, and the master of the house let out a groan as he unloaded a massive load into the poor little maids cunny filling her to the brim. Decades in the future, Lea had the unique sensation of feeling the creampie that had conceived her lineage fill her with ethereal, but still dicernably hot cum.

Slowly as that heat faded, her connection to the past receded with it, dormant for the time being.
 
"Now turn over and get on your knees," Jamie growled, not even giving Lea time to spit or swallow the small amount of cum in her mouth.
She was still hard and under the influence of James, a century before. It was less herself ordering Lea to assume the position for a doggy style fuck than it was James doing the same to Leanna after Mater Gordon had filled up the former virgin with his seed and it was his turn to defile her. She was barely aware of what she was doing as she grabbed Lea's hips and thrust her small cock into the older woman's ass, just as James had done to her ancestor.

She pounded that rear orifice hard and as deep as she could while beating Lea's buttocks until they had gone bright red and were starting to bruise, in every action mimicking that of her own distant and unknown ancestor. And like him she didn't last long before she emptied herself once more into Lea before slowly she began to regain complete control of her senses and her body as the haunting began to fade.

"Fuck," Jamie groaned as she pulled out of Lea and stumbled backwards away from her.
"What the hell was that? I've been through this mansion back to front for years now and know all the traps and triggers but this ... No ... this was new."
She paused and did up her clothes again.
"Do you have any connection to this house that you are aware of, perhaps an ancestor who worked here under the rule of that sadistic misogynist?"

@LeaT
 
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Fifteen minutes ago, Lea would have told Jamie to fuck off at such a demand. Instead she looked up deliberately, cum dripping from her lips, she only paused long enough to swallow the cum in her mouth. She remembered well the slap across her face and felt James' authority even if it seemed ill suited to the otherwise lovely witch standing above her. She turned as ordered, reaching up with one hand to unbutton her jeans. Obediently anticipating Jamie's actions, she wiggled her ass and tugged her jeans down, exposing pale ass flesh which readily jiggled under Jamie's hard slaps. Lea wasn't fat, but she was far from petite either, her flesh was soft and pliant and reddened easily from even slight abuse.

She felt the penetration of Jamie's again hard cock into her sphincter. She barely had time to relax enough to allow for her cock to spear into her. She had hoped for a good fucking in her cunt, but James/Jamie had other ideas. She had her suspicions as to what was happening, as unbelievable as they were, but the picture was hardly clear. She would have some research to do but that could wait. She was highly aroused and had needs of her own.

"Wait..." She cried, attempting to clench her ass to hold Jamie within but her momentum had her stumbling back. Whatever sexual entity was controlling the scene was obviously more than the young witch was able to deal with easily. Lea paused there for a few moments, ass exposed, panting with lust and an aching cunt. She didn't pull her jeans back up, instead she stood unsteadily, grabbing an old chair back to steady herself.

"I don't know, at least not for sure, but we have some research to do." She said, not sure exactly what she meant by 'we' but she wasn't ready to put the cute witch hermaphrodite to in her past just yet. Instead of pulling her jeans up she pushed them down towards her shoes, spreading her legs enough to keep them off the dirty floor. "But first come here." She said, curling one finger towards the dark haired beauty. "You have some unfinished business." She said as she licked two of her fingers and teased her swollen clit as she waited for Jamie to obey. She no longer saw James' dominating influence in her eyes, and was confident the younger woman would comply.

"I know I have family from this area, but I never took much interest in genealogy." She said as she waited expectantly for the young witch to get on her knees. Lea could easily push herself over the edge. she could feel the tightness of an impending climax bubbling just below the surface, but she wanted Jamie to do the honors. Not James, but Jamie now that it was just the two of them.
 
While asking Lea about the possibility of her having any relatives that might have once worked as a maid for Jasper Gordon, someone who might have been one of his victims, his first perhaps, or someone who got away with her life, and a baby that might have been a rightful heir to the mansion, or maybe not, had that been the case then why had the mansion triggered the haunting they had both been through, Jamie was herself, despite having made extensive research and been through it back to front several times, entirely unaware of her own connection to the mansion, nor did she get much time to think about it as the older woman, now free of the haunting that had possessed them both, demanded that she clean up the mess she had made in her cunt, not that she would mind very much. Jamie knew very well what it was to be abused and more than anything, now that she too was free of the haunting, wanted to give something back to her fellow victim of the mansion. She had treated the woman roughly and with little to no respect, demanded submission from her that was not hers to demand, nor had it in fact been a conscious decision to violate the older woman. She had been just as possessed by distant relatives as Lea had been. This was however a thought that would not enter her mind for a while yet, not until she had properly satisfied the woman who was now presenting her cunt, with drops of Jamie's sperm clinging to the bottom of it as it leaked out of her anal cavity and down her thighs.

Jamie went down on her knees, obediently, almost apologetically, and latched on to the offered clitoris. She sucked on it hard while moving her tongue around the surrounding area. Her hands were firmly placed on Lea's round buttocks, pushing them towards her mouth until she could barely breathe through her mouth of her nose. She then let one hand slip down and pushed two fingers into the one cavity of Lea's she had so far not penetrated with any part of her body. Slowly she pushed them deep and felt the cunt contract around them, throb with arousal. It wouldn't be long before the woman orgasmed, maybe even hard enough to squirt and cover Jamie's face with that greyish salty liquid she quite enjoyed.

@LeaT @Colonel_Liam
 
Around them a wind blew through the house from some unknown window or vent, causing the old boards and arches groan, in a twisted approximation of a chuckle for those that had the ears to head.

Whatever fell intelligence surrounded the pair of intruders, it seemed it had planned a seed in each of their minds. It watched with interest, waiting to see what the two would get up to without its overt influence on them.
 
Lea smiled down at Jamie, even more so as it became clear the young witch knew her way around a wet cunt. "Oh fuck yea." She said, enjoying Jamie's firm grip on her exposed ass. She thrust her hips forward, encouraging Jamie to do her best which was beginning to look and feel quite good indeed. As long as Jamie worked her pussy with all her attention she would be gentle, running her fingers through the dark hair with idle amusement as she rocked her hips in time with the witch's lips and tongue. Lea's back arched as she was invaded digitally, her soaking wet cunt squeezing the digits possessively. Lea wasn't generally a squirter, few lovers had that talent. But she could feel her climax build and knew it would be intense. Had she not been in an abandoned (well maybe not quite) wreck of a mansion, she might have fallen to the ground. Instead she leaned into Jamie, nearly bending her backwards until they were rather dependent upon each other to stay upright. Lea squirmed, rubbing her cunt against Jamie's face as her climax erupted over the witch's pretty face.

Lea giggled at he sight of Jamie's drenched face. "Oh fuck that was good." She said, her knees quivering and threatening to buckle as she reached down both to steady herself and help her new lover up.

"I can't explain it, but there is still evil here. I think we should leave while we can." She said as she began to put herself back together, though still clearly affected by Jamie's talented mouth. "You can crash with me tonight." She suggested, in the back of her mind thinking at some point they might do a little research, but the idea of sharing a clean bed with her new friend seemed the more pressing issue at the moment.

@MsBloom
 
"Fuck yea," Jamie said and as she had managed, with Lea's help, to safely disentangle herself from the rather precarious and quite uncomfortable position the older woman's passion had put them both in licked the sticky mess off of her lips.
"That was ... New."
She, of course, didn't mean that it was new to her to go down on a woman sexually, or even to have said woman cover her face in female ejaculation fluids, no it was the entire experience that was new, the shared connection to the past and how it had affected them in the present, how, despite the abuse of the haunting, the haunting had made the latter part of their sexual encounter that much better, how the sexual energy had multiplied throughout the entire haunting and its aftermath to culminate in one massive climax, yes even Jamie had climaxed as her face was sprayed with Lea's orgasm from nothing but the sheer uninhibited sexual energy, how the mansion had somehow connected them not only to the past but to each other as well in a way Jamie, ans probably also Lea, couldn't figure out.

It was now that she was free of both the haunting and the sexual energy overload that she noticed that the two of them were alone. Where had Spencer wandered off to. She had not noticed him disappearing, then of course she had not exactly been paying all that much attention in the present, caught as she had been in the past, or some version of it.

A small part of her wanted to find the poor guy who had probably been lured away by any of the other hauntings of the mansion to suffer through his worst nightmare. But then she heard the voice again.
"Jaaaaaaamiiiieeee."
Cold and detached, distant and distorted but without any doubt it was Su-Ji's voice calling for her. She trained her ears while holding up a hand to Lea, signalling for the older woman to be silent and tried to locate the direction from which the voice came.
"Jaaaaaaamiiiieeee."
There it was again but Jamie absolutely sure it had come from a different direction the first time. This time however she was not about to let herself be drawn towards it without knowing where she was going.
"Su-Ji," she whispered.
"Remember the closet behind the portrait," she continued with her eyes closed and felt a swift breeze against her face as if to confirm the internal code between the two friends and lovers.

"You are absolutely right," she said louder and looked up at the older woman.
"There is still evil here, plenty of it, but I am sorry I cannot leave without Su-Ji, or Spencer for that matter, where ever he's gone off to."
She reached out to touch the professor but hesitated and let her hand drop again. It was a very tempting offer, to sleep in a clean warm bed next to a warm soft body, possibly after having first shared a warm meal, some wine and then made sweet love, but Jamie knew one thing without any doubt: If she left now she would never find Su-Ji again, the mansion would have claimed her permanently, as it had so many others before. The same fate would presumably befall Spencer as well unless they found him.
"You can of course turn back and leave to sleep in your own bed tonight. I would not blame you or resent you for it. I can however not leave. I must see this through."

@LeaT @Colonel_Liam
 
Lea's tongue joined Jamie's in cleaning her face as she pulled them to her, large breasts of the redhead smothering the more modest buds of the brunette. Lea inferred Jamie's meaning, being rather certain hers was not the first intense orgasm brought on by Jamie's talented mouth. She may or may not be a real witch, but she had certainly worked some magic on the professor. "Do you think it's me?" She said, her mind spinning at the sheer unbelievability of the encounter.

She too began to wonder about Spencer's disappearance, it gave her a small chill as she did enjoy the idea of spending any more time here than she had already. Though she seemed to have more control over the mansion than her companions, it was far from complete and she barely understood its extents. She had been caught up in the haunting as much as any of them and she needed time to think and to study. She would prefer to do both from the safety and comfort of her home.

But then she heard the voice again and the hairs on the back of her neck raised. Lea turned to try to learn where the voice was coming from but she was certain this place was playing tricks on them. She wanted to tell Jamie it was a trick, but her hand silenced the redhead before she could get the words out. She watched with fascination and no small amount of anxiety as Jamie seemed to be conversing with the disembodied voice in her own way. Had she not just lived through her own haunting, she would have been convinced this was a cheap trick to make her story more convincing. But she was ready to believe nearly anything about this mansion.

Lea's face quirked a half smile, she liked Jamie and knew she was right. How could they just leave? She saw Jamie's hand reach then fall. She closed the distance between them and embraced the young witch. "I understand. I'll stay. But when we get out of here..." She let her lips and body do the talking as she embraced and kissed her new friend passionately before holding her a moment. "It sounds like you know where to go?" She said, releasing her witch reluctantly before making clear she was ready to follow.

"I know I have some kind of connection, even something like authority, but I don't understand any of it." She said, hoping maybe talking about it with someone who knew more about the place would help her understand. If nothing else, it helped her take her mind off the fact that she was scared shitless, and Jamie's tongue wasn't the only reason her knees felt weak.

@Colonel_Liam @MsBloom
 
Another gust of wind blew through the house, the deep, dark, chuckle noise sounding as the duo made their way deeper into the house's embrace. When the sound passed, the cries of Jamie's friend made themselves audible to both of them now that they were committed. "Help, it's coming for me! I can't see! It's so dark and wet!" came Su-ji's voice, seemingly from up the wide stairs past the the foyer.

The stairs creaked under Jamie and Lea's feet as they went up but seemed strong enough to keep their weight. At the top of the stair another hallway led into the darkness, promising a loss of landmarks and direction for any who would go down that way.

If the two braved the darkness, they would eventually see a warm red light some distance down the hall. Though whether it was a few dozen feet, a few dozen meters, or a few dozen miles seemed impossible to tell.

Finally though the light was in front of them, marking a oak door. The brass handle turned easily, leading into a bedroom suite. A king sized four poster bed, tapestries, paintings, antique dressers, and a full marble bathroom.

@LeaT @MsBloom
 
If we get out of here ... Jamie thought to herself as Professor Thomas embraced her and used her body to make erotic promises for the future.

She had been through the mansion many times and knew most of the traps and triggers but the haunting Professor Thomas had triggered had been new, and so had the dynamics of it. Never before had Jamie herself been pulled into another's haunting, not in the way she had been this time. There was something different about the mansion and she was fairly certain it had to do with the older woman embracing her and making promises she might never get the chance to fulfill. Together though the two stood a better chance than even Jamie would on her own.
"There is this closet behind a portrait on the second floor that leads to a secret passage of sorts, or a gallery perhaps, where Su-Ji and I found a bunch of weird old paintings. Judging by the collected dust on them and the discoloration of the frames I'd say maybe as much as a century old. The paintings themselves look like the paint was barely dry. And ..."
She paused and momentarily closed her eyes, took four deep slow breaths, something that might perhaps under different circumstances have been perceived to be for dramatic effect, but when she opened her eyes again there was something dark in them, fear, real fear.
"... they move. Or rather something inside them moves, something within them is alive and trapped."

She took another deep breath and having freed herself from Lea's embrace went through the pockets of her leather jacket until she found a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. She put a cigarette between her lips and lit it.
"I've only been there once," she said after having smoked half the cigarette quite nervously.
"But once was enough. I am absolutely positive that whatever controls the hauntings in here resides in those paintings."
She smoked the rest of the cigarette and then carefully put it out into a small portable ashtray of silver which she then put back in her jacket.
"Leave nothing behind," she muttered as if needing to explain herself.
She then looked up and gave a nod.
"Getting to the closet won't be easy though. First we must pass through the corridor of darkness and step into the room of red light. It is the only way through to find the portrait. Of the girl in a blue dress."

@LeaT @Colonel_Liam
 
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Lea had been following closely, so when Jamie paused to take a breath, the older woman bumped into her. She pressed close, hands gripping the younger girls shoulders as if to share her confidence. Whether that confidence was well founded or not was yet to be known, but Lea had always been one to push through things rather than avoid them. It was an illusion, albeit a strong one, but it shouldn't pose any danger to them. "You're trembling." Lea said, whispering into Jamie's ear as if she didn't want to let the mansion know their fear, or at least Jamie's.

She released Jamie who proceeded to find a smoke from the pockets of her leather jacket. Jamie's fear made Lea shiver a bit but she did her best to not show it. Something told her the mansion wanted them to be afraid. As Jamie neared the halfway point of her cigarette, Lea reached out and took it from between her lips. "It'll be alright." She said before kissing her again, then taking a drag from her smoke before returning it to her lips.

As Jamie snuffed the smoke, Lea resisted the temptation to bum one from her. "Hey." She said, holding Jamie a moment longer. "This place..." She looked around them as she rubbed her hand on Jamie's upper arm as if reassuring a child. "...it fed on our passion, I think it does the same with our fear. It craves such emotions, I think." She tried to sound like a confident professor giving a lecture to a class. She only wished she felt as confident as she hoped she sounded. "We can use its hunger against it I think. You've been there before and made it out, you'll do it again, I'm confident in you." She gave her a smile, the best she could muster in the situation. "Lead on. I've taken to enjoying that fine ass of yours."
 
As they traversed the bedroom, more details filtered into existence, new forms taking shape, like smoked turned to something tangible before their very eyes. In a matte of moments the duo seemed to have entered not a bedroom but a bordello. Courtesans dressed in every variety of sensual outfit, from school girl to Arabian harem moved throughout the room, offering the women drinks, sweet meats, and other delicacies on silver and crystal platters, that individually could pay for a house. Within the splendor of the room, even Su-ji's cries were drowned out.

Heady fumes filled the room, mingling scents of incense, lavender, perfumes, and primal sex. Pushing through a door way that was drapped with fine silks, they discovered the fate of Spencer. The young investigator was strapped to a wide bed by his ankles and wrists, naked as the day he was born, one of the courtesans rode him like a stallion, eliciting cries of pleasure from the young man until he came. Another courtesan, took her place, wrapping her succulent lips around his cock until he came again, then a pair approached one decided a female, the other much like Jamie, though more well endowed in both the chest and cock. The two took Spencer together, the more masculine one penetrating his ass, while the other rode him. As soon as one was done, another one or group took their place, eliciting a near endless stream of orgasm from Spencer who cried out in mindless pleasure, his brain overloaded. It was depravity and sensuality at an overload.

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Lea's comment about her ass felt a bit out of key with the generally disharmonic theme of their situation but it also put a sly smile on Jamie's face and she did wiggle it ever so subtly as she took the lead. Perhaps if they made it out of here alive, in one piece each and their mental faculties intact she might take the older woman's offer and perhaps manage to get herself off of the streets again. Perhaps with the offer there was a better life for her in the future, where she didn't have to risk her life and mental health searching for the legendary Golden Sphere, that no one seemed to have actually seen, except for her once upon a time mentor Red Schuhart who wrote about it and its location, with cryptic direction on how to reach it, in his diary shortly before he died. Allegedly it has the power to grant one wish and the quest to find it has been the end of many skilled stalkers ever since the event. Not even Red, the best among them, had managed to return from such a quest.

Slowly she made her up a set of creaking wooden stairs that felt spongy to walk up, like walking on thick mattresses. Partly this was due to the age of the stairs but also a trick by the house to make the ascent uncomfortable and strenuous. At the top of the stairs she turned left behind a thick velvety curtain and there it was, the Corridor of Darkness and even before the curtain closed behind the two it was evident why it had been given the name. It was absolute darkness, or mor to the point, an absolute absence of light.
"I need you to put both your hands on my shoulders and follow my every step without any variation," Jamie told Lea having not taken as much as as step since the curtain closed.
"There are things in here that can sense every movement we make, that can smell, even taste, every drop of sweat. You do not want to startle them or they will tear your mind to pieces."
Jamie had seen it happen before and it was not a pretty sight.
"There is a safe path though but you cannot stray even an inch from it."

She hope she sounded a lot more confident than she felt as she waited for Lea to follow her instructions. Once she felt the professor's hands on her shoulders she began to walk through the darkness, counting her steps out loud but not only her steps. At times she stopped and kept counting as if waiting for something to shift before continuing. The progress was slow and it might feel as if time as well as space no longer had any dominion over the darkness through which they moved. But then, almost suddenly as if someone in a far away control room, a faint red light began to grow at the far end of the corridor. The further they went the stronger it grew until there was a door, that also seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"The Room of Red Light," Jamie said and stopped in front of the door, examining it closely.
"The door is quite tricky It locks and unlocks almost at will. If it does not wish you to enter it will not let you."
She leaned in close to the door and put her left hand softly on it and pressed her ear against it whispering in a deep almost moaning voice. She then brushed her lips against the mahogany wood, darkened by time and a faint click of a locking mechanism was heard. She then turned the brass handle quite easily and the door swung open without a sound.

As she and Lea stepped inside not even Jamie was prepared for the sight that met them. They had found their missing companion and he seemed to suffer greatly under a haunting as erotic as the one she and Lea had shared, though in some ways much more depraved. It was almost like a residual memory of every debauched act of sexual interaction to ever have taken place in the room at one time or another, as if someone had at one time used it for all manner of orgies. Everything the saw, the sexual acts Spencer was submitted to, the barely clad women either engaged in sexual acts of some sort or sprawled out on thick cushions and carpets, enjoying the show along with fine wines and an assortment of other drugs, appeared clearly and quite concrete. Even the drinks and sweets offered to them on silver platters by women of all varieties, dark skinned, pale, large chested and not, each one perfect in her own way, appeared quite real ... and yet ... it all seemed like an illusion, a trick of smoke and mirrors, like a movie shown on a thick cloud of smoke.

The room was also filled with pungent scents of everything from rotting rose petals to vaginal secretions, and something else, something that fucked with their minds, some kind of hallucinogenic aerosol drug that hung across the room. Spencer was certainly doomed and done for. In Jamie's mind there was not much that could be done for him. Ignoring the offered foods and drinks, signalling to Lea to do the same, she instead began to scan the room for the entrance to the portrait of the girl in a blue dress.

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Lea wasn't as cavalier as her comment about Jamie's posterior might suggest, but she could see the fear and concern in the younger woman's eyes. Something told her the house fed on these primal emotions, so she was relieved to see a smile crease the corner's of Jamie's mouth and pleased to see the wiggle in her ass. She knew little of the history of this place, though she was certain intrigued by it now. She idly wondered if the house truly was evil, or perhaps it was just a Pavlovian response. After all if it fed on emotions, it would simply create situations where it could feed, that was no more evil than a lion killing a zebra. Of course, that doesn't work out that well for the zebra was the sobering realization. And the lion doesn't torment it first either. All the more reason to focus on the arousal side of the equation, Lea thought as her eyes rested on Jamie's ass once again.

The professor faded back a bit as she felt the steps spongy beneath her feet, conscious that she was a bit heavier than her guide and wanting to spread their combined weight out a bit. She needed to move closer as Jamie told her about the safe path and how close she had to stay. She tilted her head and raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You sound like a boy I dated a long time ago." She said playfully but did as her guide instructed. "Close enough?" She asked as she pressed her heavy breasts into Jamie's shoulder blades and whispered into her ear. She then extended her arms so they wouldn't trip over each other, taking Jamie's warning more seriously as the totality of the darkness pressed in on them like a presence of its own.

Lea felt Jamie was putting on a good front of confidence and she did trust the girl especially with what they had already been through. She was relieved to see the red light, as ominous as it seemed, just to have a little light to stay oriented. She had to get herself to ease up her grip, hoping her nails hadn't dug into poor Jamie's flesh as she had felt such anxiety in the darkness. "Let's hope it wants us to enter then." She said, her voice betraying more of the fear she herself had been trying to keep deep inside of her. She wanted to get that darkness behind them.

The bordello scene was discomforting in its own right, but Lea certainly felt a bit more in her element here. She would have been more than content to at least try to help Spencer from this 'ordeal', though she had little idea of just how. But she saw Jamie's cue and waved off their phantom hosts. Following her onward she drew in a sharp dress as she saw the portrait. "I've seen that face before." She exclaimed, a mix of awe and dread coursing through her body.
 
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