Haunting of Heather Ch. 01
Date: 03.02.2010
Keywords: Heather, 01, Ch., Haunting, of,
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This is not possible. This is not possible, some distant part of me screamed, but I sat back down in the tub as ordered. The smell of my urine was strong in my nostrils. The voice, it was slightly familiar. Where had I heard it before? The hatred in it was palpable.
"Take the mirror beside you and hold it up." I heard the voice say.
Trembling, I picked up the mirror and looked into the glass. Numb fingers unclenched, and it shattered on the floor. The sound of breaking glass tinkling on the tiled floor passed in and out my ears, ignored. I began to hyperventilate at the face I'd seen in the reflection.
Olivia!
"We begin to understand each other now, don't we bitch?" said the voice of Olivia. "Imagine my surprise, catching my husband kissing a Pussy at the Halloween party. The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know.
I went home that night and slashed my wrists to end my misery. My head was filled with hate for the person . . . the Pussy that ruined my life. My awareness slowly faded away with every drop of my blood. That should have been the end of it, but when I became aware again . . . I was stuck here watching you." Olivia said.
Watching me? How much had she seen me do? What about when I . . . dear God no!
"I've tried to leave you many times, but every time I do, I fade away, only to become aware of myself again . . . right back in your presence. At first, I could only watch helplessly. But lately, I have begun to be able to move things, to touch you when you sleep, and to be able to make you hear me."
The things that moved at night! The dreams! My toothbrush! Suddenly things were beginning to make sense.
"Now I'm left with this extremely difficult choice. I can kill you and cut the strings trapping me here on this world, but probably sending my soul straight to hell in the process. For all I know this may be my hell."
Kill me? I felt emptiness inside as if my heart had been wretched out of my chest. My bladder tried to void again, but it was empty. "Please, please, I'm so sorry Olivia. Don't kill me . . . I don't' want to die!" I cried helplessly.
I only heard the sound of her heartless laughter as she finished speaking. "Then I realized there was another choice. See, I could take my revenge on you and Bill. Then I can have a little enjoyment while I'm stuck here with the Pussy. Yes, I could have a heavenly time with that."
"Please, please, Olivia. I didn't mean for it to happen. I don't even see Bill anymore. I never will again, I promise," I begged the ruthless spirit.
"Please, anything just leave me be."
"The Pussy will spread her legs. I want to see the cunt of the slut that fucked my husband!"
The thought of being so helpless before this vengeful ghost terrified me. I was afraid that if she saw my sex, the pussy that fucked her husband, she would fly into a rage and kill me.
"Please, I'm not a slut. I've only been with two men in my life," I tried to reason with her, but one of the candles floated in the air and dumped its hot wax on my breasts. "Owwww!" I screamed.
"Pussies that don't obey will be punished!" Olivia cackled.
I tried to wipe the red trails of burning wax, from my breasts, but I only spread it making it worse. I looked at all the candles burning in the bathroom, thinking of how much pain they could cause. I spread my legs widely, exposing myself, baring the most intimate part of my body, to this evil spirit.
Cold body wash was dumped onto my sex, then a razor floated menacingly toward my crotch. "Please, please don't cut me. I'm begging you." I sobbed as tears flowed down my cheeks.
"The Pussy needn't fear -- if she obeys." Olivia said.
I closed my eyes and prayed as the razor slid over my sex. As I lay there, spread open before the dead wife of my lover, a terrible thing happened: To my horror, my body had begun to react. My labia were swollen and secretions dripped from my sex. I closed my eyes and turned away, while the razor bared my lower lips and trimmed the patch above.
Why me? Why me? Why is my body betraying me, before the wife of my lover. In my mind, I could imagine my clit sticking out, proving to her the kind of a slut I really was. I was the kind of slut who slept with a married man, the kind of slut who gets aroused by his wife.
I felt relieved, when she cleaned the soap off my sex with a washcloth. I looked down at her handiwork. My lips had been shaven bare, but my dark pubes were now trimmed in a circle topped by two ears. Dear god! She's trimmed it into a cat -- a pussycat.
"Open it now. I want to see all of it," Olivia demanded.
I brought my fingers down and spread my labia for the evil spirit. I was humiliated with the knowledge, that she would see that I was turned on.
"Is the Pussy horny?" she asked, the venom practically dripping from her voice when she said horny.
"No," I said as I shook my head blushing.
"Aiiiieeee!" I screamed as I felt the shock of molten wax burn my sex. I tried to wipe the hot wax from my tender lips, but I felt her cold bony fingers holding my hands away. I squirmed uselessly in the tub in agony.
Finally, the pain began to subside. The only sounds in the bathroom were my sobs and ragged breath.
"Pussies mustn't lie. Open it again, for your new owner!" Olivia demanded.
I had never felt so utterly helpless before. She had said owner! I glanced down at my humiliating position. Yes, she was my owner and I was a captive . . . a slave to this invisible spirit. My legs opened again and tenderly, to avoid the splashes of wax, I parted the delicate petals of my pink flower. "Is the Pussy horny?" Olivia asked, as if she were talking to a child.
"Yes ah I-I'm horny!" I replied meekly. Just please don't get mad again.
"Yes, the Pussy is horny Mistress," she corrected me sternly.
"Yes, the Pussy is horny Mistress," I replied. What was worse, was that I really was horny. My clit stuck out obscenely from my spread sex. Wherever in the room Olivia was, I'm sure she could see the nectar begin to drip from the pink folds of my pussy.
"I bet the Pussy would like something inside her needy cunt, wouldn't she?" Olivia asked, her voice sweet, but slightly patronizing, once again.
If I had learned nothing else tonight, I had learned to answer and obey Olivia without hesitation. "Yes Mistress, the P-Pussy would like s-something in her cunt," I sobbed.
"The Pussy may get out of the tub now."
I got out of the tub, dried off, then picked up a robe . . . "Aigh!" I cried looking down to see my nipple being pinched between invisible fingers and then pulled away from my body.
"The Pussy shall remain naked in this house." Olivia said, twisting my nipple to emphasize her point.
I cried out in pain from her mistreatment of my sensitive orbs, but quickly dropped the robe. Her pinch slackened, but did not release. Then she pulled me forward by my nipple, leading me like a beast through my apartment.
I was led by my nipple, past the open blinds of my apartment, into my dining room. "The blinds!" I cried out in embarrassment.
"What's wrong? The Pussy was so eager to show off her charms at the party," Olivia said, as she tugged my nipple in a circle, causing me to pirouette for anyone who might be looking.
Then she led me over to the dining room table. "Here hold this, until I come back." She pinched my nipple and pulled it up.
Hesitantly, I reached and took my nipple from her grasp. It was hard and shots of pleasure shot through my body as I grasped it. I burned with humiliation as I stood there, obediently holding my breast stretched out into the air for her. However, as much as I hated to admit it, my body yearned for me to touch the other one.
I watched in horror, as the small end of one of the decorative gourds in a Halloween arrangement in the center of the table, began to point into the air. The green and white-striped fruit, looked perversely like a penis sticking up.
"I believe the Pussy was saying she needed something to stick in her needy cunt." A vase spontaneously exploded, when she said the word cunt. I jumped in fear at this display of her anger. "She will do it on her own or I will do it for her in another hole."
"Please Mistress, please." I pleaded with the cold- hearted bitch. I trembled in fear and humiliation at the thought of performing such an intimate act in front of her. However, having the large knotty bulbous fruit up my ass wasn't an option. I bent over to pick up the gourd.
"The Pussy knows what to do with it. She will do it in front of the living-room widow, so she can learn the embarrassment and humiliation I endured at the party." There was no sympathy in her voice, just the coldness of revenge. Nor could I look in her eyes to see any of my pleading softened her.
Tears filled my eyes again, at the hopelessness of my situation. "Please, not the in front of the window, someone might see. Please, Mistress, I'll do anything." I begged.
"The Pussy has a choice. She will stick her new friend in her cunt in front of the window or I ram it up her ass, so hard she will have to wear diapers to work. The Pussy has three seconds to decide."
"Three"
"Two"
I grabbed a chair from the table and Olivia took my nipple from my fingers and led me in front of the window. I followed her, clutching the gourd to my chest. It was a large, dry, bumpy gourd and I knew without a doubt, I didn't want it in my ass. I sat down in the chair and tried not to think about the uncovered window. I began to insert the small end of the gourd in my sex. It wasn't long until I could feel my wetness flow. I looked out over the New York skyline and the rain running down the glass, I wondered who could see me, apparently sitting there by myself, fucking my cunt with this yellow and green phallus.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed when his fingers parted her pussy lips. "Oh, my God!"
His lips were still planting kisses on her breasts but were working their way back up to her mouth.
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Keywords: Heather, 01, Ch., Haunting, of,