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

The heady scents of non-stop sex, perfume, and incense threatened to overwhelm the pair but the portrait of the blue clad girl allowed them to focus and not fall into the trap presented to them. The painting did not fit in the setting at all, an innocent in a den of depravity, and as Lea and Jamie looked at it further the familial resemblance between Lea and the blonde girl became stronger and stronger. If Lea dyed her hair blonde she could have been the girl's mother.

The occupants of the room wouldn't be denied however, they did not care to be ignored, and in fact seemed to want to distract the duo from investigating the painting. Those not engaged with Spencer in carnality pressed around them, proffering sweetmeats, pressing their intimate places against them or groping at Lea and Jamie. Sibilant whispers of pleasures undreamed of flowed through the air and into their minds. Even as Lea batted one of the courtesans away, her hand passing through 'her' face like thick smoke, other pressed in.

However once the illusion had been somewhat damaged, Lea began to notice flickers. They were brief at first, but as she focused on them, the truth became more and more apparent. The oppulent room gave way to an obsidian cave. Spencer was still bound by his wrists and ankles, but not to a comfortable bed but rather to a slab of obsidian rock that lacerated the skin of his back as writhed, blood flowing along the crack and runnels of the 'bed'. The courtesans changed form as well, or at least their faces did, jewel bright eyes flowed to blank slates, and human lips parted to reveal needle sharp teeth and went back in rows, like those of a lamprey. Looking to Spencer it was clear now that the hickeys that had once been visible were read marks where these creatures had fed on him, while other bit onto him on turn, or else licking the blood from the stone with inhumanly long tongues. "Join us mistress." Lea heard in her head. "We can make your other pet like us. A slave for your pleasure as we are. Please mistress. Do not go on."
 
Jamie stopped and stared at the portrait of the girl in the blue dress herself as Lea commented that she had seen that face before. First the perhaps not proven but certainly suspicious connection the older woman had seemed to have with Leanna, the poor maid whose loss of innocence at the hands of misogynist serial-murderer Jasper Gordon they had shared, and to some extent both enjoyed, and now ... this. Was this some kind of homecoming for Lea that perhaps neither of them knew about. Was it fate or simple coincidence that had drawn Professor Thomas to the mansion. Was there any possibility that she knew whether or not she was somehow related to the mansion through her ancestors.

Jamie was shaken out of her thoughts as the demons in the room of red light revealed their true nature.
"Don't listen to them," she said to Lea.
"They are Succubii and will eventually drain you of your life as well, granted it will be done through the most exquisite sexual pleasures you have never dared imagine, but if you strike a deal with them your life will be forfeit. Just as it is for Spencer. Right now we need to ..."
She never got to finish the sentence before Su-Ji's voice was once again heard calling her name.

"Right now we have to go," she finished the sentence and took Lea by the hand, not without some hesitation because of what had happened the last time the two touched each other.
She reached out and touched the numbers on the clock indicated by the hands, starting with the seconds and finishing with the hours, 8-5-12, which she also knew to be the girl's supposed date of birth, though more than a century ago in 1912, and a previously unseen door opened before them behind which was a dark closet that smelled of wet wood that never dried, like algae and soap mixed.

Jamie pulled Lea inside and closed the door before the succubus that had tempted the professor could reach them and outside was heard an inhuman howl of anger and disappointment. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment while moving her hand through the air as if trying searching for a specific location on the wall opposite the door without actually touching the wall and then after a few seconds of this she gently ran her thumb across a seemingly random spot on the wall and the wall slid away opening up to another long corridor. This one was lined with large canvases on both sides.
"This ..."
She said and swallowed.
"This is the part that really scares me. Something, someone, lives in those paintings, someone who was trapped there to bind his evil."
From the unseen other end of the corridor came Su-Ji's voice again. Like a whisper this time and with a seductive tone to it.

@LeaT
 
Lea was suddenly faced with the contrast of an unbelievable set of circumstances that were all too real to her. She was beginning to wonder if she was hallucinating but if that were the case, she and Jamie were having the same hallucination. The succubi were popular legend but to her that was all they were but now she could see what they were doing to poor Spender. She felt a sense of duty to do something but her own self preservation began to take precedent. That and Jamie's insistent desire to rescue her friend who was presumably in similar danger.

The reality of the succubi made it easier to flee with Jamie and she followed towards the familiar girl in the painting. Suddenly hearing that this was the part that really scared the young witch drew her attention. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and goose bumps form along her pale flesh. She drew closer to Jamie, as if needing the heat of another living soul among all this spiritual craziness.

"Trapped?" She asked, a sudden concern for the young girl that seemed so out of place here. She had earlier speculated that it wasn't evil, not necessarily, but she doubted that now. She was genuinely afraid and wanted nothing more than to take Jamie's hand and flee this place. But she had no idea if it was safer to go forward than to go back. Hearing the seductive tone to Su-Ji's voice, she knew they would be going forward. "How do we get past her?" She asked, fearing suddenly the familiar face in the painting. The corruption of innocence tugged at her as she still had so much to learn about her own family history.
 
Suddenly door behind them dissapated into smoke. Leaving them in a dark endless void, the painting on the wall the only thing in sight. Somehow it had changed, the girl eyes were sad now, empathetic, frightened, and perhaps even pitying. "You've woken him." a small voice said ringing through the hall. Around the them more paintings appeared in a never ending circle, only the painting of the blonde girl stay fixed. A young man handsome, except for the soullessness in his eyes appeared in one then another, each painting depicting another horrible crime. A rape, a murder, an attack only half finished. Other showed locations, a basement the two recognized, the sanitorium, lighthouse, overlooking a grotto by the sea.

Dark laughter filled the non-space. "Goood... another pair of toys to break." said a cultured voice. "The interesting question remains... how?"

The light went out for a moment. The painting of the girl had changed, her hand was outstretched. "Take my hand I can hide you." she seemed to say. Lea would have just enough time to press her hand to the canvass if she chose, when out of the grotto, several long black tentacles erupted, wrapping around Jamie's neck, arms, and waist, pulling her to the frame.
 
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For a moment Jamie just stood very still, breathing in a meditative way, in through the nose out through the mouth. Four deep breaths. She then looked up and established that the door through which they had just entered was no more. Or rather, it was no longer a part of the world in which they were now trapped until they could reach a safe exit point. For just about as long she also cleared her head of the fact that she had known all along that this corridor was a trap, one that could not be avoided. The door through which they had entered only existed from the outside. Inside it was just a corridor without any windows or any other lights than the ones that illuminated the mostly grisly painting. Each depicting a scene related to another string of horrible sexually motivated murders that had taken place in the late 20s early 30s, about a decade after the discovery of Jasper Gordon's basement graveyard. The painting of the girl in the blue dress however did exist inside the corridor as well as outside. Almost as if it acted like a gatekeeper, guarding the entrance to the corridor.

This later series of murders had in the press been referred to as the Wonderland murders as there was a very striking resemblance between the young women who fell prey to the murderer and the illustration of Alice from the popular children's books Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass, blonde, petite and always wearing a pale blue dress. All of them named Alice. None of them more than 18 years of age. Officially the murderer was never caught but the murders stopped after a young man by the name of Christopher Barkley, only son of business tycoon Simon Barkley was placed under house arrest by the state and in the care of Psychiatrist Bryce Fletcher-O'Brien, the murders stopped, at least in the physical world.

In Fletcher-O'Brien's journals and personal notes on the case it was often repeated that Christopher believed himself to be Hatter from those very same books and that he was Alice's secret lover. It was also repeated over and over that he also could shift between dimensions and had access to the actual Wonderland in which Alice's adventures took place., or at least so he claimed. At first this notion was of course discarded by Fletcher-O'Brien as a form of psychosis but after his own daughter, also named Alice, claimed to have felt drawn to a remote service corridor on the second floor of the mansion, claiming that it had taken her to another world, a world with cats talking in riddles, strange twins quoting poetry. The more she described the world to which she has travelled through that corridor, which neither Fletcher-O'Brien himself, his wife, his son Rupert or any of their staff could ever find, the more it became obvious that it was not just a fantasy based on the adventures of Alice in Wonderland. Especially the part where she claimd to have been repeatedly raped and murdered by someone wearing an oversized hat only to find herself waking up in her own bed after death.

It is at this point his official notes stop with a long rant about The Brother's Grimm and the vanishing of folklore monsters from the world as if the recording of these old tales onto paper had somehow trapped them and refused them access to the physical world. As if writing them down had forced them to repeat their tales over and over without being able to cause any further harm.

Shortly after, in his personal journals, Bryce Fletcher-O'Brien continues rambling on about trapping an evil spirit but rather than using the written language he instead paints. These journals stop abruptly on the dy when his daughter Alice is found hanging in the very same basement where Jasper Gordon buried his victims. After that the mansion was sealed up by Alice's brother Rupert, who took over ownership of it after his father was committed to the same asylum where he had once treated Christopher Barkley, now named Wonderland Sanatorium.

Upon the death of Rupert Fletcher-O'Brien his will stipulated that the mansion was never to be sold or inhabited again but also never to be demolished and so ... there it stands like an ominous ruin overlooking the Shallows of The Naked City.

Jamie knew only parts of this story but like Alice Fletcher-O'Brien she had seen shadows moving within those paintings and had felt the presence of that shadow as she was just about to continue explaining to Lea, when, due to a moments lack of attention, she felt herself being grabbed by strong tentacles, similar perhaps to those of an octopus, and felt herself pulled towards a painting depicting a water filled grotto. Her eyes flared open and she let out a scream of horror that only just barely sounded like it was made by a human.
"Not the water. Please. Not the water."
Her cries and pleas utterly desperate and panicked.

Drowning had always scared Jamie ever since she was a little girl and her mother had left her alone in the bath while she took care of a client. She had fallen asleep in the bath, too scared of what her mother would do if she disturbed her while she was working. She had been under water for a while before the client had found her when he went to the bathroom to piss. He had lifted her up and shaken her until she woke up. Before he had left he had smiled at her, ruffled her hair and said that there might come a day when she would curse him for saving her life.
 
Lea had felt she had something of an 'in' with the house based upon her initial encounter. Perhaps that was true but suddenly she was less certain as the small voice warned her that they had awakened someone or something. "Who? Who have we woken?" Her confidence wavering in her voice, she knew she had to get her fear under control or it would be like a feeding frenzy on her emotions.

"Fuck you." She snapped back with more assertiveness than she truly felt as a more cultured voice celebrated the chance to break them. But had Leana been fully broken? It seemed so, but Lea was not her ancestor and had more confidence and experience, certainly in the sexual department.

Lea had extended her hand to the girl and to Jamie as well so they could both hide. But then Jamie was snatched towards another frame. "Wait..." She said pleadingly to the girl in the picture then went to try and save Jamie.

"I got you." She said grabbing the collar of Jamie's leather jacket. She stretched towards the girl as well but couldn't make the connection. She used her full weight to lean against the pull of the tentacles. But her grip with one hand wasn't enough to keep Jamie from being dragged into the dark, water filled picture and the desperation in Jamie's voice tugged on her heart strings. She had to make a choice. She feared the tentacles would rip Jamie out of her grip or even from the jacket so she abandoned the girl and wrapped her other arm Jamie's waist. The tentacle felt slick and clammy. She tried to pry it free of its grip on the young witch but her fingers couldn't get a firm purchase on the slick surface. She tried to dig her heels into the floor and fall as dead weight to the floor, hoping to brace herself below the opening of the frame as they were drug towards it. "I got you." She repeated, not sure she could save Jamie but at least insisting they would stand or fall together.
 
"Chri... Christopher" the girls voice said within Lea's mind, he voice broken, as though she were only just barely suppressing a sob of terror herself. As Lea took her hand away to get a better grip of Jamie she would catch a glimpse of the girl running out of frame of her painting, a look of terror and disappointment on her face.

Even with both her arms in play though, Lea and Jamie were not real match for the tentacles. There were many, and several were as thick as either of their legs, while other were smaller, some with grotesquely phallic ends, and others with sucking, pulsating apertures. As Lea struggled to help her new friend, the writhing limbs wrapped around her, making her fully aware of her torn jeans as the some of the tentacles moved where they ought not to. Suckers on the larger tentacles, gripped the fabric of both of their clothes, causing further tears or scraping against their exposed skin.

"Such loyalty. It brings a tingle to my heart. I had hoped to play with my toys in different settings, but perhaps breaking you in sight of one another will be more satisfying." Christopher's voice echoed, before a final tug dragged each woman through the painting frame.

The first sensation they would feel other than their captors constricting grasp was the sudden shock of near ice cold water enveloping them. They were completely submerged in black water barely able to see their flailing white hands in front of their faces.

The tentacles slowly withdrew from them, letting them swim upwards in hope of finding air. Breaking the surface of the water they might scrape their faces or crack their skulls against the dark stone. Barely a few inches existed between the roiling water and the top of this cave. But it was enough to practically kiss the rock and gulp air, though the waves would interupt speech or sometimes slip up over their mouths as they tried to breath.

@MsBloom @LeaT
 
Jamie thrashed about in wild panic as she was clearly being dragged towards the watery cave beneath the lighthouse. She clung desperately to Lea's hand with both her own hands and inbetween panicked cries pleaded with the older woman to whom she had begun to feel a certain attachment no to let go.
"I can't swim," she admitted as she felt the tentacles pull ever more powerfully on her, gripping her waist tighter, gripping her legs and pulling them apart as if intending to tear them off of her torso, or ... to open them up to allow another tentacle to penetrate her.
She could feel it slithering up the inside of her left thigh, inching closer to her crotch while another moved up the right legs, clawing at the fabric of her jeans, tearing through it.

And then his voice, detached from any semblance of a physical entity, came from all around them, from within the painting and from the corridor, echoing inside Jamie's head as it surely did inside Lea's as well.
"Such loyalty. It brings a tingle to my heart. I had hoped to play with my toys in different settings, but perhaps breaking you in sight of one another will be more satisfying."
It was followed by a cackling laughter as Lea lost her footing and both she and Jamie were pulled into the painting, the frame disappearing as soon as Lea was entirely inside.

The two of them were immediately dragged under the water and into the cave where all of a sudden the tentacles let go of Jamie. Still she was too panicked by being submerged in the cold black water that she couldn't make sense of up or down, and of course not knowing how to swim meant that unless Lea dragged her to the surface she would effectively drown, if that was even possible within the twisted reality of the painting. Perhaps she would instead live endlessly in a state of petrifying panic.

"Jaaaamiiiieee."
Once again she heard the voice of Su-Ji, somehow colder this time but not without a certain lure to it, and this time it seemed to be coming from deeper inside the cave. Still though, there was very little she could do about it without Lea's aid.
 
Having made her choice Lea dug in, wrapping herself closely to Jamie toboggan style. But the tentacles were simply too much for even their combined effort. She could practically feel Jamie's terror and while Lea had few maternal instincts, she couldn't help but feel for her new friend. The professor had been better equipped to deal with the house's need for arousal than the horror it was now using. Though adrenaline flowed into her system, she remained inadequate to matching the strength of the apparition. But as the tentacles began to explore and probe, her lips curled into a hint of a smile. It was still a horny entity, and horny she understood well.

Her small victory was short lived however as both she and the witch were pulled headlong into the dark painting. She heard the voice but before she could frame a reasonably defiant thought to throw back at it, she hit the water. The cold went through her body, extinguishing any hint of arousal that she might cling to as if it were her home turf. Physiology took over, her mammalian dive reflex slowing her heart rate. She resisted the temptation to inhale at the cold shock. They would be dead soon, if her sensations were truly what was happening to them. (For all she knew they were asleep and this was simply a nightmare.) But then the tentacles released them. She floated upwards, trying to relax as best she could, to make sure she was travelling upward and not swimming deeper. She was both more lightly dressed and naturally more buoyant than the lithe witch. As she felt her face break the surface, followed almost instantly by her nose rubbing hard stone, she blew out the stale air that was burning her lungs and sucked in cool air from the narrow space allowed to her.

She gulped several more breaths then realized she was alone. She didn't know of Jamie's fear of drowning, but it wasn't hard to imagine the poor thing was frightened and confused. She took a deep breath, then arched back as if she were doing a back flip, and used her legs to push her back downward. It was pitch black so all she could do was use her hands to sweep as large a space as possible in hopes of finding Jamie. She briefly touched something, maybe a hand, it was too quick to tell. But it at least gave her a direction and she swam towards it. Finding a very frantic Jamie, she pulled her closer. She knew there was a danger of the panicked witch drowning them both, but she had to calm her down. She let the witch grab her even as she embraced her more tightly. Her lips found Jamie's and she kissed her deeply, opening her mouth she exhaled into her, sharing the somewhat more oxygenated breath between them. Her tongue followed her breath, hoping some passion might calm her as together they floated towards the ceiling and air.

Once she felt like they were rising to the surface she put one hand up and kicked as powerfully as she could to swim them upwards. Only when her hand touched the stone roof of the cistern, did she break her kiss. She tried to arch Jamie back and guide her hand to the stone ceiling so she might take a breath of her own. She was already beginning to shiver, if they didn't drown, hypothermia would claim them soon. "Calm down, we're OK." She said between panted breaths, her voice sounding anything but reassuring at the moment, but it was all she had. "Just breath and stay still." Waves were the last thing they needed in the narrow bubble of air between ice cold water and unyielding stone.
 
There was no respite for the two as they scrabbled at the stone ceiling, gulping for air when they could when the waves allowed for space. The water was near freezing and they shivered, clinging to one another for buoyancy and what warmth they could share together. Lea struggled the worst as she had to help Jamie to afloat. The young witch was nestle against Lea's ample bosom, and the cold water had had a noticable effect on Lea's nipples.

They might have managed to find some kind of equilibrium or even search for some exit, but the world of the painting within the house was not inclined to let them rest. "Jamie. My love, come to me my love." a voice said, somehow clear to them both even if their ears went underwater when a harsh wave came through. Jamie would certainly recognize it at Su-ji's, though altered or otherwise changed somehow. More confident? More cold and cruel? It was hard to say exactly.

But the voice was not alone. Despite the numbing cold, Lea, the taller of the two would feel the first tug at her ankle. The tentacles were back, and in force. However now they were focused on the older woman. She felt something slide around along her leg, pushing under the tight fabric of her ruined jeans and then as if cut by a blade the fabric began to give way.

That particular tentacle move along her body, cutting away what was left of her clothing in rapid succession. She could feel it slid up between her ample breasts and then coil around her neck. The tentacle here ended in a bony blade to one side, that neither could doubt would slide through flesh as easily as it had cut through the professors clothing. Other, less overtly dangerous tentacles coiled around Lea, pulling her arms away from Jamie, leaving the witch to flounder as tiny lamprey like mouth opened two of the tentacles before they clamped over Lea's nipples

The blade moved to Lea's throat, pressing against her white skin, a trickle of blood, like a razor cut flowing into the dark water, a threat obvious. Below in the deeps the voice called again. "My love, come to me. I need you to come to me Jamie. I need you with me." A tentacle wrapped around Jamie's waist and gave a gently tug, but did not pull her against her will, only retracting deeper into the water if she went along with it.
 
Jamie fought just as desperately against Lea's hands grabbing her, against the older woman's embrace. Her panic still overwhelming. Not even the kiss seemed to calm her down very much, except for the fact that she actually could breathe for the brief moment when her lips touched Lea's. With her brain being oxygenated this way, and perhaps also from the heat that spread through her body, Jamie at least relaxed enough to be pulled to the surface where she could draw a deeper breath from what little air there was at the top of the cave. The air was stale though and tasted of salt water.

Having never learned to swim, due to her panicked fear of drowning, Jamie now clung on to Lea as if she was a buoy or some other manner of floating device. A small burst of hysterical giggles escaped her mouth as she looked down at Lea's breasts thinking about floating devices. Of course they wouldn't work as such but they sure looked like they could, they sure were big enough to give that idea.

The giggle and the fact that Lea allowed her to cling to them for dear life did calm Jamie down a little, enough for her to actually stay still and just breathe.
"Thiiiis waaaay Jaaaamiiiiie."
Once again the voice of Su-Ji coming from somewhere deeper within the cave. Jamie listened for where it might be coming from and then pointed out the direction to Lea.
"I'm afraid you will have to drag me along. I ... can't swim."

@LeaT
 
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