Thread: The Haunted House (HotTexasCowboy & Swirl)

She didn't understand why his seed didn't leak out of her body, but she was still too wrapped up in how good the orgasm had felt. Pulling her mouth away from Biloxi's body, she licked her lips of the woman's juices and then allowed herself to be lifted up to be rested against the woman's chest again. Sophie could feel herself slowly start to drift off, when she was suddenly awaken by a new presence in the bathroom with the three of them. She gave a loud whine and protested against her sore worked body being rolled over in the water and laid on top of the two, so he could get a good look at her naked form. w-what are you doing?! She cried opening her eyes up, now that she was awake and aware again, even though it wasn't much of a rest. She saw the razor and the bottles, and she couldn't help but squirm against Biloxi's grasp again, trying to close her legs and move away, even though there was really no where to go. What were they doing to her now?! She didn't know how much more of this her body could take! And what about what that man said, cage scene? What did they mean about that? What did they mean scene!? She wasn't an actor, she couldn't see video cameras. Then she thought about this for a second were they video taping everything that happened? Were they going to video tape even more? She felt dread pooling in her belly as she stared down at the man kneeling now between her legs. Biloxi held on to Sophie as she started to squirm, and with Wayne between her legs, she didn't have a lot of leeway to move away. Wayne had squeezed some liquid from one of the bottles onto his wet hand and was working it into a thick lather. Biloxi tried to calm Sophie. Darling, relax, and be still. Wayne is going to shave you. Just think how you'll feel, all smooth and sexy down there. Don't worry, he's a pro at this. And don't mind Sam. That's who that was Sam Francisco, the porn producer who owned this place. He's a ghost, just like all of us. We have no film no cameras. He just tends to talk like that, even still. Haven't you ever had a fantasy of being on the set of a porn movie, Sophie? This is your chance to play it out, and with no harm or worries. Wayne approached Sophie's pelvis and started rubbing the lather onto her skin, especially into the tufts of pubic hair on her mound and around her pussy. His hands were warm from the water and slick, and he played with her vulva with the same skill he'd shown previously. Biloxi also stroked her with the hands that wrapped around her from behind, keeping her from struggling free and urging her to relax. When we're done, we'll put on some lotion and powder, and I'll take you up to find a nice, alluring costume you can wear. It'll be so much fun. Don't pretend you haven't enjoyed yourself so far, dear, Biloxi continued, like the voice of the serpent in her ear. N-no I haven't. She replied dryly, being on a porn set? No that hadn't been a fantasy of her own but it appeared it was going to happen anyways. Although the woman was right, she had been enjoying herself up until now. She found herself held down by the woman, while Sophie's eyes watched Wayne who was between her legs. Feeling the shaving soap being applied to her nether regions. Why are you doing this? She asked quietly, shifting in the water as the razor came near her body. Can't we just rest and tell stories until morning? She asked. Sophie, Biloxi said patiently, holding her as still as possible while Wayne continued to rub the slick lather over her sensitive mons, we spend so much of our existence as spirits, until someone like you might wander in to make us whole and alive again for a brief, glorious adventure. We won't harm you, since that would take us back into non-corporeality. We want only your pleasure to share. Now, hold still Wayne is skilled and careful, but we don't want you to wriggle into any knicks or cuts. At the broad flatness of her pelvis, the man smoothed the lather down to her flesh and began to apply the razor, sweeping it carefully down her mons to slice away whatever coarse hairs there were. He rinsed the blade in the water, and returned to repeat his slow swipe just beside the first, and gradually clear away the everything but baby-smooth flesh. He urged her thighs to spread farther apart, applying the razor to the interior of her thighs and the valley between the legs and her pudenda. Concentration marked his eyes as his steady hand began to seek and sever the traces of follicles around her labia. Hold very... very still, he almost whispered, as his blade scraped precisely at small hairs nearest her clit and the edges of her inner lips. He even moved the razor delicately under her vulva, clearing the region near her anus. Finally he scooped up warm bath water over her middle, rinsing away the last of the suds, examining with a satisfied smile the baby smooth hairless sex he'd created. At his nod, Biloxi's hands moved up Sophie's stomach to cup her breasts and massage them. Wonderful, dear Sophie. We'll put some lotion on it, and once we've dried a little scented powder. Go ahead, dear take your fingers and see how gloriously different it feels. The woman squeezed her eyes shut as her face turned red with embarrassment. Noo. She gave a small complaint as her legs were nudged open even more and she could feel the razor start to work around her most sensitive areas. She understood why they needed her, but why did they have to inflict this on her? Maybe she was over reacting, but having to shave between her legs was never a thought to her until now. After all, what more were they going to take from her if she just kept obeying what they wanted? She did squirm at one point, but for the most part was kept down and was shaved clean. She heard that it was going to be horribly itchy as the hair grew back and was not looking forward to it. Another whine broke from her throat as her breasts were gripped by the woman behind her. Watching as they were groped. No, I'd rather not. She replied with a small scowl on her pretty face. She was being difficult and it might have contributed to her tiredness. From the fear of finding that the place was haunted to the multiple orgasms they were forcing on her, it was all really exhausting. Biloxi sighed behind Sophie's head, a little disappointed that the visitor didn't want to feel the results of their grooming. Well, let me give you a sense of it, anyway, she said, her hand reaching down to glide over the smooth skin of Sophie's bare pussy lips. Her fingers slipped along the lips without any coarse hairs to interfere with the sensation. It was so sleek and soft, and Biloxi did not hesitate to coax Sophie's clit to respond, if only for a few strokes. You see? Now just let Wayne finish the treatment. Wayne already had a bottle of lotion in his hand, pouring it into his palm, and the gently coating and rubbing it onto the girl's intimate flesh. The lotion was lightly scented and soothing on her freshly shaved skin, and his fingers did not hesitate to caress and massage as they rubbed in the lotion. Now, Biloxi suggested as he seemed to finish his task, let's dry off and get you something special to wear, okay? Despite Sophie's langor, the two ghosts helped to raise her from the bath to stand between them in the water, her body almost supported by the two spirits who sandwiched her between them. From somewhere, Biloxi produced a couple of soft, thick towels that they wrapped around her, gently padding and rubbing away the moisture of the bath. They helped her step out of the tub and continued to dab away the water, Wayne sinking down to dry her middle and legs while Biloxi concentrated on her torso and upper body. Somehow in the process, the ghosts' bodies also dried off. She couldn't help the shudder that ran through her as she felt her fingers stroke down into the now clean shaven lips. She had to admit, it did feel really nice now that there was no hair being tugged on, or getting in the way. Opening her eyes as the ghosts moved, she peered up at them and allowed herself to be pulled up and out of the tub. Standing there silently as she felt the thick warm white towels pat off the water. She certainly felt bare now that she had been shaven from all her hair, and could feel the cool air of the bathroom on it. Staring at them silently she shifted her weight and noticed that they were no longer wet either. How come the wet just seems to disappear? she asked curiously, opening her legs when prompted so Wayne could pat at her thighs and make sure she was nice and dry and warm. She had to admit, she did feel very well cared for and it wouldn't last all night either. She had given up fighting them and figured she had already given up to this point she may as well see where it goes, even if she was feeling very worn out and tired. What are you going to dress me in? she asked curiously her mind thinking back to what their producer had told them to do. What else were they going to subject her to that night? Biloxi chuckled at her questions, especially about the way the ghosts' bodies had become dry so quickly. So many questions, my dear! I don't know all the answers myself. Tonight, the your sensual presence has given us real substance, but we are, at our core, still spirits. Our bodies, our 'matter' if you will, doesn't react the same way normal flesh does. We have some ability to manipulatie ourselves. For example... She held up her hand, the back facing Sophie with her fingers extended. While Sophie watched, the fingernails grew another eighth of an inch, and the tips changed color to cherry red. Biloxi laughed at the expression on Sophie's face and repeated the same change to her other hand. We're ghosts, Sophie. We're here for eternity. We never rest, we never stop. We are condemned by our the manner of our death to romp here forever, and when one such as you makes brings us to flesh, it is especially lovely... for everyone involved. Wayne, come here, she motioned to the other ghost who was standing off with his arms folded, watching the two naked women together. He moved beside them, and Biloxi crooked her finger to bring him even closer. Give her a kiss, Wayne. Share a bit of your essence. Wayne smiled and moved in, his lean muscular body leaning in to Sophie's, his lips drawing near. After all the fucking, it was perhaps the most intimate moment between them. He drew his lips to hers and lingered, gently pressed together. After a moment, his tongue slipped between her lips and peeked into her interior. And that is when something odd happened. Sophie could feel the tip of his tongue melting, liquifying, it seemed, filling her mouth with a swallow-sized dollup of something tasteless. Go ahead, Biloxi whispered, swallow it. It will do you no harm. Quite the opposite. Even at the taste of it in her mouth, Sophie was beginning to feel a sense of revival, washing away the weariness after her energetic bouts of sex, her body renewing.