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Neve Campbell: Pain and Pleasure (F/ghost,bond,s/m,mast.)
by pjurado@aol.com (PJurado)
by PJ @ http://www.redcherry.com/~pjurado/warning.html
Neve gasped, sweat glistening over her naked body as the whip cracked against
her back, making her shiver with pain. The chains attached to Neve's wrist
manacles held the girl up while the whip snapped across her ass, a soft squeal
of pleasure escaping her trembling lips.
The whip stopped caressing Neve's hot flesh. Incredibly cold hands, hands
that were grey and smelled like the grave, ran down Neve's gleaming thighs,
slid up her shivering spine.
"Mine," whispered the ghost of Frederick Jacobson, opening his mouth
impossibly wide, a long, slimy black tongue slithering out to lick Neve's bare
shoulders.
Neve moaned, her pussy wet and hot, her breasts beading with perspiration.
The shade of the dead occultist turned Neve's head, drove his black tongue
into the girl's panting mouth. Neve moaned softly, the ghost's tongue sliding
over hers, his frigid breath filling her mouth.
The ghost backed away from Neve's manacled body, his black-cloaked form slowly
fading from sight. The manacles snapped open loudly, dropping Neve in a heap
onto the hard wood floor.
Neve breathed harshly, her fevered skin cooling with the disappearance of the
ghost.
Neve left the torture room, belting her night robe shut after she had closed
the door behind her. She ran a hand through her sweat-slick black hair, her
blood still pumping after the night of indescribable pain and sex. Descending
down a staircase to the second floor, Neve blinked her eyes as sunlight poured
through a window at the end of the hallway. It was Monday morning, the boat
would be waiting to pick her up at the pier. Neve walked quickly to her room,
she didn't have much time to get dressed.
*****
"You want to stay?" asked Robert incredulously.
"Yes, this place is very peaceful, just what I need," nodded Neve as she stood
on the boat deck with the aide.
"But..you've got a movie shoot tomorrow, they're all waiting for you to show
up!" snapped Robert.
"Yeah, about that..I quit, I don't want to do the movie."
"You're insane! You're throwing away a twenty million dollar deal! You're
killing your career!"
"I've got plenty of money. My mind's made up," replied Neve, hopping from the
boat back to the rickety pier. "Tell John I'll get in touch with him when I'm
ready to go back to work."
"He's gonna drop you when he hears about this! Are you sure you want to stay
here?"
"Absolutely," smiled Neve, leaving the pier and the boat without a backward
glance.
*****
"Will you be staying for awhile?" asked the old woman, setting down a plate of
sandwiches and a glass of lemonade.
"Yes, I hope it isn't too much trouble," replied Neve before she bit into a
sandwich.
"No, no trouble at all," smiled the old caretaker. "You belong here."
"Thanks," said Neve, drinking from her glass.
After lunch, Neve spent some time in the study, reading more of Frederick's
journals, immersed in his descriptions of rape and torture. Making sure that
the old woman wasn't around, Neve slipped her hand into her jeans, masturbating
as she read how Frederick whipped one poor girl's back until all the skin was
gone and only glistening red muscle remained. Neve bit back a moan, her hand
rubbing faster, her nipples stiff beneath her black t-shirt. Neve shuddered in
her chair, her orgasm taking her breath away. Gently closing the book, Neve
removed her hand from her jeans, staggered up and replaced the book back on the
shelf with the other journals.
*****
Dressed in matching grey sweat pants and t-shirt, Neve jogged down the forest
trail, her hair tied back with an elastic band. She breathed lightly,
following the trail as it circled around the small island. It was sunny but
cool, Neve's breath smoked in front of her as she ran smoothly through the
tall, thin trees. Neve stopped when she spotted a gap in the trees that ran
west away from the trail. Curious, Neve left the trail and jogged through the
gap, dry leaves crackling loudly beneath her sneakers. Neve ran for a time
until she discovered a clearing. She stopped, her breasts pumping, eyes
sliding over the rows of mounds that filled the open space in the trees.
"These must be the graves of the dead girls," murmured Neve, approaching the
small, leaf- covered burial mounds.
Neve fell to her knees next to the closest mound, tentatively reaching forward
to press her palms against the cool earth. Neve closed her eyes, her breathing
slowing, smoke curling around her lovely face as warmth flowed through her
hands. She gasped, images flashing in her mind, a young girl with long blonde
hair manacled to a bed, Frederick pounding between her open legs, cursing at
her while he pierced her small breasts with long, sharp needles. Neve
shuddered, her own breasts throbbing with pain, the agony of shining steel
ramming through her nipples. Neve arched her back, her cunt burning, juices
spraying onto her panties, soaking them.
Neve pulled her hands back, the skin warm, as if she had touched living flesh.
The girl staggered to her feet, squirmed from the clamminess of her drenched
underwear. She left the burial clearing, ran back to the waiting trail to
finish her jog.
*****
Neve stood beneath the hot, steaming shower spray, letting the water relax her
muscles. She ran her right hand over her breasts, the skin clean and slick
with water. Neve leaned forward upon her left hand, her right hand lowering to
her pussy. She touched herself, moaning while her fingers caressed her clit.
The shower stall became cold, the steam transformed into coiling grey vapor.
Neve smiled when she felt the ghost's hands slide over her body possessively.
"Come upstairs, my child," purred Frederick into Neve's left ear, licking her
cheek with his serpentine tongue.
"Will you hurt me?" whispered Neve, her fingers fondling her tender labia.
"Yes, I will make you howl with sweet pain," promised the ghost, ephemeral
hands caressing the smooth flesh of her belly.
Neve groaned, pressing her fingers harder upon her cunt, honey clinging to her
rubbing digits.
"You are mine," murmured the ghost, his breath cold upon the back of the
girl's neck.
Frederick's smoky hand slid over Neve's ass. Neve shivered, orgasming, honey
gushing over her stroking fingers.
*****
Neve entered the dining room wearing nothing but a short red silk bathrobe.
The old woman said nothing, she placed a plate of steaming ham on the dinner
table, adding it to the salad, peas, fresh bread, and bottle of wine that
already waited upon the tabletop. The elderly caretaker left the dining room,
leaving Neve alone to eat her meal. Neve opened the bottle of wine, poured
herself a full glass, and savored the sweet liquor, the wine feeding the embers
of lust that already smoldered inside her, waiting to be fanned into full,
blazing life.
*****
Neve cinched the black leather collar closed behind her neck, combing her
rich, black hair over her bare shoulders after she was done. She fastened the
leather corset around her stomach, the garment cupping her firm, naked breasts.
Neve tugged on black leather boots that encased her slender legs to her
thighs. She ran her hands over the smooth, warm leather, her uncovered pussy
becoming moist with excitement. Neve twisted the stick of lipstick, painting
her young, ripe lips deep burgundy. Pouting, Neve walked to a sawhorse, draped
one leather-clad leg over the side. With the polished wood beam pressed
against her cunt, Neve flicked open a razor, dragged the gleaming blade over
her small bush of dark pubic hair. Neve moaned, juices slipping down her
thighs, as she shaved her pussy, erotic warmth spreading from her moist slit.
Ghostly hands stroked Neve's gleaming black hair, the phantom's breath wafted
across her dark, violet lips.
"You are a whore," whispered Frederick's spirit.
"Yes," groaned Neve, rubbing her pussy over the sawhorse, covering the beam
with her nectar.
The ghost took control of Neve's hand, raised the open razor from her hairless
crotch to her left breast. Neve grasped her tit, holding it with her left hand
while her other hand slid the razor's blade across her nipple. Neve gasped
sharply, blood oozing from her wound. She raised the bleeding nipple to her
mouth, licked the salty blood away with her tongue.
"The other," murmured the ghost, his frigid breath caressing Neve's throat.
Neve cut her right nipple with the dripping razor, then licked her tit,
moaning softly with wanton delight.
The ghost seized control of Neve's hand, lowered it to her pussy. He slid the
flat of the blade up and down Neve's wet labia, the metal cold against the
girl's cunt, making her shiver deliciously.
Blood dripped from Neve's nipples, splattered over the leather corset that
enfolded her torso. Glowing grey hands slithered over Neve's dark lips. Neve
opened her mouth, flicking her tongue at the ghostly fingers. Dark smoke
entwined around Neve's body, caressed her thighs and buttocks.
Frederick's shade pushed Neve down so she lay outstretched across the
sawhorse's spine. She willingly slipped her hands and feet into the restraints
built into the sawhorse's legs, the leather cinching tight around her wrists
and ankles. Cold, undead hands caressed Neve's small, firm ass, making her
moan softly with pleasure. Blood welled upon Neve's nipples and dripped to the
floor, staining the polished wood with bright red splashes of fluid. There
were rummaging sounds from one of the wardrobes. Two dildos floated towards
Neve's ass. The longer dildo thrust up into Neve's pussy, making her gasp
sharply. The shorter dildo slipped up Neve's anus, probing deep into her
rectum. Neve moaned, biting her painted lower lip as the two rods pumped into
her ass, shoving back and forth within her holes. The ghost licked Neve's
buttocks while the dildos did their work, ramming deep into the bound girl,
making her groan and shudder with ecstasy. Over and over the wooden rods
thrust into Neve's orifices, honey oozing from her pussy, covering the shaft
that stabbed inside her, burying itself in her vagina. Frederick's ghost
kissed Neve's bare shoulder blades, nuzzled her thick, dark hair. Neve tugged
on her bound wrists and ankles, moaning loudly, her ass burning, cum squirting
freely from her probed cunt. She orgasmed violently, throwing back her head,
sweat pouring down her face as she panted for air.
A riding crop lowered from one of the walls. It snapped forward, slapping
against Neve's left buttock. Neve groaned, licking her wine-colored lips. The
crop smashed into the girl's buttocks repeatedly, the slap of leather on flesh
filling the musky room. Neve lowered her left cheek against the smooth wood of
the sawhorse's spine, her mouth open and slack, eyes squeezed shut as the
riding crop crashed against her ass again and again, her buttocks throbbing
with pain. Neve moaned weakly, drool flowing down her chin, while her juices
poured down her legs in a never-ending stream.