Haunted House - Chapter 3
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Revised December, 2007
Hetero, Non-Consent, Reluctant, Oral, Anal
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2
The next morning it was Nick who was the last to rise. When he found the others in the kitchen he walked directly to Sandy, a huge "shit-ass" grin on his face. Leaning in for a kiss, her slap caught him by surprise and his head jerked back.
Rubbing his cheek, he asked, "What was that for?"
"For last night."
"Last night? You seemed to enjoy last night."
"You asshole. You think I'd enjoy having someone rape me? You're lucky nothing happened."
"Rape you? Nothing happened? You came to me."
"I what?!"
"You came into my room and sucked me off, and then climbed on my face."
"I did no such thing!"
"And then you fucked me ... first in your pussy and then your ass."
This time Nick caught Sandy's arm as her hand approached his face. She violently yanked it away, her face red as her foot stomped heavily. "Are you out of your mind? I did no such thing. I would never put your thing in my mouth and ... and..." Sandy raged with anger. "I would never let anyone fuck me in the ass, especially not you!"
"But ... but..." Nick stammered. Then he turned to Jenny.
Holding her hands up, she leaned back. "It wasn't me, slugger. No way!"
Nick collapsed into a chair and remained quiet. He knew it hadn't been a dream. Everything he said happened. He couldn't understand Sandy's reaction. He had smelled her perfume. It had to be her. If not her, who? Nick once again looked at Jenny, but her look convinced him it hadn't been her. Then he looked back at Sandy. Her seething stare sent shivers up his spine. She was furious. How could it have been her? Nick even looked at the professor. Professor Hill could have given him a blow-job and ass-fuck, but the professor didn't have a pussy. Nick studied the effeminate man. He had always seen the professor as a sissy. Then his eyes traveled to the professor's crotch looking for signs of a cock. There were none.
Nick's mind was in turmoil. Could Professor Hill be a woman dressed like a man, a transvestite? Or worse, could he be a transsexual, a man who had an operation to acquire female genitals? Could it have been Professor Hill who had sex with him? That vision sent a shudder throughout Nick's body and he felt sick. A sullen Nick wondered who it had been; last night's pleasure fading into revulsion.
That day was spent in tension. There wasn't much talking and then everyone decided to be alone. Professor Hill retrieved some papers from the boxes he had brought and spread them on the kitchen table. He buried himself in his work. Jenny went into the parlor and cuddled up in a big chair, hugging her knees to her chest. She was more than a little scared. She didn't know who to believe. And she still remembered her own experiences. Nick and Sandy went to their respective bedrooms to be alone. Nick was confused and Sandy upset.
But they weren't the only people in the mansion. Mr. and Mrs. Smither had watched the scene in the kitchen through strategically placed peepholes in the wall. They were the caretakers and had been employed by the trust for years. Adept at being sleuths, they kept to themselves whenever visitors came to the mansion. Occasionally they were careless, but the noises heard but not seen only fueled the rumors about the mansion being haunted. When Sandy had said she was going to her room, they snuck through the secret passageways until they were looking through another set of peepholes.
"I want to fuck her raw," Mr. Smither whispered.
"I'm hurt," his wife teased with a contrived pout.
"You weren't hurt when you fucked your brains out with that boy last night."
"God I enjoyed that. It was a stroke of genius to steal some of the blonde's perfume. Hee-hee."
Mr. Smither looked at his wife. She was old and wrinkly, with thin gray stringy hair, a beak nose, and yellow teeth. He wondered if the handsome boy would have enjoyed having sex with her if the room had been lit. He chuckled to himself.
"What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing. Look, I think she's coming into position."
The two old crows were silent as Sandy wandered around the room. She was still fuming from what happened the night before and what Nick said this morning. She aimlessly walked around the room, kicking anything in her path. When Sandy was standing with her back to the "special" wall, Mr. Smither opened the secret door. He quietly entered the bedroom unobserved and reached around Sandy's face, placing the chloroform filled rag over her nose and mouth. Sandy struggled for a few moments, but then went limp in the caretaker's arms. Mr. Smither dragged the unconscious girl and flung her onto the bed. It wasn't easy for the old man with arthritic joints and big belly. His wife was waiting and slipped the blindfold over Sandy's eyes and then gagged her. They quickly removed the coed's clothes and then, while Mr. Smither tied ropes around her ankles and secured them to the posts at the foot of the four-post bed, his wife did the same with Sandy's wrists. They stepped back and stared at the naked beauty, helplessly spread-eagled on the bed.
While waiting for Sandy to awaken, Mr. Smither traced his gnarly fingers over her soft skin. But he wanted the young girl to be awake so he used the time to undress. Mrs. Smither stared at her old husband who hadn't been much when he was younger, but now he was almost grotesque. She wished she could remove the blindfold so the pretty girl could see who was violating her. But that would ruin her plan.
Sandy began to stir. In her half-sleep state, she inadvertently tugged on the ropes, and then suddenly became alert when she realized she couldn't move. Sandy tried to speak, and tried unsuccessfully to spit out the gag. She struggled relentlessly against the ropes until, out of exhaustion, fell limp.
Mr. Smither traced a finger across Sandy's cheek. It was her first indication that she was not alone and she turned her head to the side to avoid the contact. But Sandy couldn't move much. She felt fingers travel over her neck to her chest and then a hand cup her breast. She screamed into the gag, but only a muffled sound came out.
Mr. Smither fondled the college girl's breast and then played with her nipple. He enjoyed watching it stiffen. The old geezer gave the other breast equal time, and then lowered his mouth to the first one, sucking the sweet flesh and flicking his tongue over the nipple. All the while Sandy squirmed under him, trying to prevent him from touching her. If she had been able to see his pot-marked face and his nicotine-stained, crooked teeth with gaps, she might have tried harder, not that it would have done any good. It was actually merciful for her not to be able to see.
Mr. Smither could have played with Sandy's breasts for hours, but there were other areas to explore and he knew he didn't have unlimited time. He sat upright and studied Sandy's youthful body. It was pure and soft, wrinkle free, and didn't have an ounce of fat on it. A big grin appeared on his face when his eyes focused on her pussy. Nick's assumptions had been right. Sandy's pussy hairs were trimmed so that only a vertical line remained, and it was pure blonde.
Mr. Smither climbed between Sandy's legs and moved his face between her thighs. He stared at and sniffed the fresh young pussy. It was so different from his wife's old, hairy cunt. His fat fingers pried the pussy lips apart offering him a view of the pink flesh within. He heard Sandy grunt her disapproval through the gag. Mr. Smither extended a finger and flicked the flesh inside. Sandy strained at the ropes, her back arching off the mattress, but her pussy was easy prey. Mr. Smither became interested in the hooded clit and rubbed it with his forefinger in little circles. Sandy's movement became more violent, her body reacting to the very sensitive flesh being touched.
Sandy assumed Nick had somehow come up behind her and got her in her current, helpless position. When the trip began she had thought he was handsome and would be fun to go to bed with, but after he tried to rape her the night before she loathed him. And now he was raping her. The night before she had been able to dissuade him, but not now. She couldn't fight him ... she couldn't tell him to stop ... she couldn't prevent him from violating her. And now her hips were jerking as he touched her clit. She was afraid he would think she was enjoying it. If only she could tell him that wasn't the case. Again she screamed into the gag.
Sandy was pleased when the finger abandoned her clit, but that relief was short lived. She felt his finger unceremoniously enter her. It caught her by surprise and she lifted her butt off the mattress, unintentionally sinking more of the finger inside her. She quickly dropped her ass back down, but the finger kept going deeper, all the way until she felt his palm flat against her pussy. It was as if he was measuring her depth, and then he wiggled his finger inside her.
Mr. Smither finger-fucked the college cheerleader for a while, then returned his now wet finger to her clit. Sandy reacted violently to his incessant rubbing of that very sensitive flesh. This time he didn't stop, and poor Sandy's body bounced as much as it could within the confines of her bindings. And then, to her humiliation, she bit down on the gag as her body stiffened, her ass off the mattress and her thigh muscles taut. She had climaxed.
Sandy collapsed onto the mattress but was not to get any rest. Mr. Smither pulled his finger away, but leaned forward and replaced it with his tongue. Before Sandy's orgasm had subsided, she was already bucking again, this time against his mouth. Sometimes he drove his tongue deep into her pussy, and sometimes he flicked it across her clit. Other times he sucked the clit between his lips. Poor Sandy shamefully reacted to his cunnilingus by jerking her hips. In no time she was again climaxing against her will.
Mr. Smither looked up at his wife and smiled, licking his lips. She held up her middle finger as if to say, "Fuck you, you're not young anymore either." He ignored her gesture and returned to looking at Sandy's pussy. Her pussy-lips were redder now and puffier. His eyes traveled over her belly to her chest. Sandy was breathing hard. He liked the fact that he made her climax.
Mr. Smither looked down at his soft cock. He didn't get hard so easily anymore and wanted to fuck the pretty college girl. He motioned for his wife to suck it, but she once again gave him the finger. Mr. Smither climbed up Sandy's body, straddling it. He pressed his cock against her belly and dry-humped her. Sandy thought she'd be sick. When Mr. Smither felt his cock harden a little he leaned forward and let his saliva drip between Sandy's breasts. Then he climbed up her body. Placing his semi-erect cock between her tits, he pushed them together. He loved the feel of the girl's soft breasts around his cock and began tit-fucking her. Mr. Smither watched his cock slide between the college girl's breasts, growing with each stroke.
When Mr. Smither achieved a full erection he couldn't resist rubbing his cock all over the young girl's face. Sandy frantically turned her head one way and then the other, but she couldn't avoid the contact. After the old man got his sick thrill he returned to between Sandy's spread legs. He held his hard cock in his gnarly fingers and guided it to her defenseless opening. The disgusting old man pushed in, and then kept pushing. He watched his cock disappear into the pretty college girl's pussy, and then he began pumping in and out.
Sandy grunted and moaned with disgust and shame as she felt the unwanted cock fucking her. He was relentless, pounding into her with a lustful force. He fucked her for a long time, then Sandy felt his cock withdraw. The ropes had enough slack for Mr. Smither to slide a pillow under Sandy's butt. He pressed the tip of his dick against her virgin hole and pushed forward. Sandy gasped and then screamed into the gag as a cock entered her ass for the first time. Nick, you bastard, she thought, I'll fuckin' kill you. I told you I never did that. She tightened her anus, her only defense. Hands gripped her hips and then the gag muffled her scream as the cock thrust into her -- all the way! Tears flowed from under the blindfold and ran down her cheeks as the cock withdrew and slammed back in. The ass-fucking hurt her both physically and emotionally.
Sandy felt sweat drip onto her chest as the old man exerted himself. Then she felt his cock pull out of her ass, only to reenter her pussy where it began fucking her again. In his youth Mr. Smither would have climaxed in fifteen minutes, but he was way past those years. Poor Sandy lay under the pounding he gave her for almost an hour. She had long stopped struggling, simply lying on her back with her legs spread wide while a cock rammed in and out of her, alternating between holes.
With his cock inside Sandy's pussy, Mr. Smither started grunting. His wife held a finger to her lips to silence him. But he was tired and it was beginning to put a strain on the old man. Watching her husband like a hawk, she moved quickly, pouring chloroform onto the rag and covering Sandy's nose with it. Sandy's head tried to jerk away, but soon she was asleep.
"Don't cum in her," Mrs. Smither yelled. Ignoring her, he continued fucking the now comatose girl. "Don't! For god's sake, don't cum inside her."
Mr. Smither felt the punch on his shoulder and turned to his wife who dropped to her knees, her mouth wide open and her tongue flapping over her lower lip. He pumped in and out three more times before pulling out, quickly turning towards his wife who wrapped her lips around his throbbing cock. Immediately, Mr. Smither ejaculated, filling his wife's mouth with sperm. Her locked lips captured his entire discharge. When his cock shriveled to uselessness, she pulled away and swallowed in one big gulp.
"You idiot," Mrs. Smither scolded, "you almost ruined everything. You would have cum inside her, wouldn't you have?"
Mr. Smither looked down sheepishly. It always bothered him when she was right. But the young girl's pussy felt so good he never wanted to pull out. Thankfully his wife had not been caught up in his pleasure and kept her wits.
Mrs. Smither reached into her bag and carefully pulled out the airtight sealed plastic bag still cool from spending the night in the ice box. She extracted the sperm-filled condom. Her husband untied Sandy's legs and held them up, keeping them apart. Mrs. Smither carefully spread Sandy's pussy and inserted the open end of the condom into her. She meticulously lifted the full end and watched Nick's sperm flow down the latex sheath into Sandy's pussy. When no more flowed by itself, Mrs. Smither pinched the end of the condom between her thumb and forefinger and dragged them down the length of the condom, squeezing the last of the sperm into Sandy's pussy. All the while, Mr. Smither held Sandy's feet in the air, ensuring the flow of sperm went deep into her. Then Mrs. Smither retrieved a dildo from her bag and pumped it in and out of Sandy a few times.
When done, Mr. Smither gently lowered Sandy's legs back to the mattress. He and his wife untied the ropes binding Sandy's arms, and then removed the gag and blindfold. Taking their stuff with them, the two left through the secret door.
When Sandy awoke, she threw on a robe and ran downstairs calling for the professor. Both he and Jenny ran to the screaming girl. Sandy told them that she had been raped by Nick. All three went to Nick's bedroom where he was just coming out of the shower. Sandy ran up to Nick and began pounding his body with her fists. Jenny grabbed the hysterical girl and pulled her back, holding her tightly. The professor confronted Nick, but he denied even being in Sandy's bedroom. Professor Hill called the police on his cell phone.
The woman police officer and paramedic inspected Sandy and verified she had recently been sexually penetrated, both vaginally and anally. When Sandy pointed out the rope burns on her ankles and wrists they assumed foul play. After interviewing Professor Hill and Jenny, both saying they were in sight of each other the whole time, Nick was arrested and later charged with rape, kidnapping, sodomy, and aggravated assault. Later tests would validate the sperm inside Sandy was Nick's. The only things missing were the ropes, blindfold, gag, and chloroform, but the district attorney knew he had a case that would send the college boy to prison for a long, long time.
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