The Haunted House - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Under the Stairs

After the rainy encounter with the tree and the statue in the garden, and the midnight ride, Jennifer was exhausted and slept until noon. She was awakened by the ringing telephone on the nightstand.

“Hello,” she answered groggily.

“Hello,” said a male voice at the other end. “Am I speaking to Miss Jennifer Marlowe?”

“That is me," acknowledged Jennifer, staring at the ceiling and trying to wake up.

"My name is Winston Dawson. I am a lawyer in Palmerville. This may sound a bit strange, but I have a package addressed to you.”

"I don't understand?” Jennifer ran her fingers through her blonde hair.

“It's rather complicated to explain,” said Dawson sounding a bit sheepish. “Would you be able to come to my office this afternoon, at three o'clock?”

Jennifer looked at the clock to see that it was currently just past noon. She sat up, and the bedsheet fell down to her waist, exposing her nude torso.

"Yes, I can be there at three." She agreed and hung up.

Jennifer climbed out of bed, naked, and stepped on her robe that was laying on the floor. Memories of last night were quite vivid still, and she wondered what on earth had possessed her. What if someone recognized her in town during her nude ride? How could she ever show her face there again, and she had just agreed to meeting someone in town.

Some things seemed beyond her control, but always the optimist, she would move forward. She had a shower, and wore her robe downstairs to eat breakfast. Then she went back upstairs to dress for the meeting. It was at a lawyer's office, so she wanted to look professional. She picked out a white lace bra and panties, a sundress with a floral pattern that went down to her knees, and white leather shoes with a low heel. After doing her hair and makeup, Jennifer decided to take another look at the garden in the bright sunlight.

She stepped out the back door and shaded her eyes with her hand as she peered about. In daylight, everything seemed so mundane. Jennifer carefully walked down the grassy path until she found the clearing.

The tree that had raped her in the rain, looked like an old tree with low hanging branches, not some erotic vine slithering specimen of nightmares. Reminded of that, she lifted one of the low branches and stepped closer to examine the trunk of the tree. There were thin vines hanging from the branches, and several running down the trunk, included a couple of thick vines. She had a flashback sensation of laying in the wet grass and the thick vine curling over her leg to penetrate her. Involuntarily, Jennifer pressed her hand between her legs. Impossible?

She turned around and walked to the center of the clearing. The granite statue of the horse was there. The statue was of a small, muscular horse, but she did not know the breed. It was the size of a pony and she did not have to reach up to rub her hand along it's back. But it was a stone statue, solid and unmoving. Her fingers traced the smoothly carved ropes of hair that were the mane, and remembered holding it while riding through the town. She slid her hand down, patting the smooth side of the stone horse, and crouched to look underneath. Strange that the artist would make the statue with an erection? She stared at the length of the horse's cock, standing stiffly from it's sheath, all the way to the flattened head. Jennifer licked her lips, remembering the horse standing over her last night, and the fleshy cock bouncing in front of her. Last night seemed real, but was it?

With a sigh of confusion, Jennifer made her way back to the house. Before leaving the clearing, she glanced back, as if thinking she might catch the tree and statue moving when she wasn't looking. But everything looked normal and quite plain. Had it all been just a dream?

A short while later, she drove into town to meet with the lawyer.

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“As I said on the phone, this is rather awkward, and hard to explain,” said Mr. Dawson, after Jennifer was ushered into his office.

Dawson was a balding man of fifty, with a gray mustache and beard, and a nervous twitch in one eye. He wore a brown tweed suit that looked of a fashion that was several decades old.

“This law firm has existed for four generations of Dawson. It was founded by my great grandfather. And this package for you, goes back to his time.”

“I am afraid I don’t understand,” replied Jennifer, as she sat in a leather chair in front of the desk and smoothed her dress over her knees.

“Er, well, this...” said Dawson.

He sat back down and pulled a battered package from a desk drawer. He placed it on the desk between them.

“My great grandfather was given this parcel by Samantha Lee, the original owner of the house you recently purchased. What is rather umm, strange, is that this package is addressed to you specifically. And it came with instructions for me to phone you at precisely noon today.”

“Addressed to me?” said a puzzled Jennifer. “Surely you mean to the owner of the house, because even I didn’t know I was going to buy the house until last month.”

“No, it is addressed to you. Literally,” said Mr. Dawson.

He pushed the package across the desk to her.

“As you can see, it is addressed to Miss Jennifer Marlowe at the house address.”

Jennifer was speechless, but finally reached out and took the parcel. It was wrapped with tattered brown butcher paper and seemed to be the size and weight of a book. There was her name and address, written in cursive handwriting. A small, age-speckled card was attached with stiff, flaking, yellow tape. The card was written in the same old-fashioned cursive handwriting, and did indeed give an instruction to telephone the house at this date on noon.

She stood up to leave, feeling suddenly in a panic. Mr. Dawson looked a bit disappointed, and Jennifer realized that he had been curious as to what the package contained.

“I would rather open it in private Mr. Dawson. But I am very grateful for the dedicated service of you and your firm. Perhaps I will be able to tell you what is in the parcel at a future meeting.”

Dawson nodded his thanks.

Jennifer left his office, clutching the parcel to her chest. She stepped out onto the main street of Palmerville. She was thinking about the package, and nearly ran into someone on the sidewalk. She stopped and smiled when she saw it was the librarian she had met the day before.

“Hello my dear,” said the librarian. “I heard some people talking this morning, about a new Lady Godiva riding through town last night. They said she was rather a busty blonde. Quite a coincidence, after our talk yesterday?”

“Oh I am sure that is all it is, a coincidence.” replied Jennifer, “Perhaps those people had a bit too much too drink. You'd be surprised what the imagination can make up at night. Besides, I don’t even own a horse!”

With that Jennifer hurried to her car, eager to get away from the penetrating gaze of the librarian, and eager to see what the parcel contained.

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It was after five o'clock, and Jennifer sat at the kitchen table, staring at the package for some time. She was dying of curiosity, and at the same time filled with fear and apprehension over what she might find inside. Of course curiosity won, and she carefully opened the package. Inside was a book, or to be more precise, a diary.

With shaking hands, Jennifer opened it to the title page. This diary might hold the key to what had happened to her the last two nights. With trembling hands, Jennifer turned the page and began to read the first entry.

It has been one week since I moved into this house that I had built. I picked the location of the house after months of careful research, and I have implemented my plan. Alas, I fear things have gone horribly awry, and I write this journal as a record of my actions and mistakes.

Since the tragic death of my husband Charles, I have sought out any and all occult methods to contact him. A book of magic that I found in New Orleans, led me to this town, and the root of my plan. The house was built on the site of an ancient massacre, and the book says that such a place will have a weakening of the wall between this world and the netherworld.

The spell in the book promised to allow me to peer beyond that wall, and make contact with my beloved Charles. But it was all a lie. The spell did indeed help bridge the gulf between this world and another. But it was a world of demons and other vile creatures. The spell opened a door to allow them to come through the wall between their world and ours.

Fortunately, they can only manifest after midnight. They have possessed all manner of inanimate objects, and employ them to vile and degrading uses. They hunger for sex, and god help me, I have been raped every night by some perverse thing. But can I truly call it rape? When they come, a powerful lust overtakes me, and I find myself a willing participant in their carnal schemes. I think perhaps, it is the spell that forces me to stay and enjoy the degrading things that are being done to me.

One side effect of the spell, is that sometimes I am blessed, or perhaps cursed, with glimpses of the future. In one such vision, I saw another woman who looks very much like myself, living in this house in what I believe to be over a hundred years from now. The vision was so clear, that I could see her name and dates on letters she was opening. I will be long gone by then, but I fear that the house and its inhabitants will remain and be waiting for her.

If you are reading this Jennifer, I am truly sorry. I do not know if there is an escape from what has happened to me and what will happen to you.

On my first night in the house, I was raped by my very own teddy bear. On the second night, I was taken by a tree in the garden, and the statue of the horse came to life and forced me to give it pleasure before taking me on a naked midnight ride through the town. I am sure I was seen, and the shame is horrible to live with. On the third night, it was oh I find it hard to write of it, and I think the spell is trying to prevent me from warning you.

Beware the things under the stairs Jennifer!

The writing stopped abruptly at that point. Jennifer turned the page to find the next was blank. And the next, and the next. She flipped through the rest of the diary, and the remained of pages were blank. A diary with only one entry? How strange. The chill words, however, reinforced her fear. With the reality of the diary, the reality of the last two nights struck her. I have to get out.

Jennifer stood and headed quickly to the front door, determined to get in her car and drive away, never to return to this house. The front door would not open. She looked at the lock to be sure it was not locked. Tugging again, the door would not budge. Maybe humidity swelled the door and I am being a weakling, and she thought. Let's go out the back door. She headed through the kitchen to the back door. It was also unlocked, but would not open. She slapped the door in frustration.

Desperate, Jennifer ran back to the front room with the biggest window. She pulled the curtains open and then found a chair that she could pick up. She burled the chair it at the glass window. The chair bounced off and left the window unscathed. Maybe it hit the frames of the windowpanes. She picked up the chair and heaved it again, watching it clearly strike the glass before bounding off. The chair landed on it's side, useless. Options raced through her mind. I'll go to the windows that open, and climb out, or see if the basement has a door.

Over the next few hours, all of Jennifer's attempts to get out resulted in failure. And the telephone had no dial tone. She was trapped in the house.

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As midnight approached, Jennifer vowed that tonight she would not go half-naked to some midnight tryst. She was still wearing the sundress and shoes as she had that day, ready to flee at the first chance she could get. Jennifer sat in a large chair in the front room, sipping from a mug of coffee, and kept an eye on the clock. At the top of the hour, every hour, she tried opening the doors and windows, to not effect. So she was determined to remain vigilant, and stay up all night, and fight. A rolling pin was across her lap.

Jennifer suddenly woke with a start, not meaning to have drifted off. The sound of the clock striking midnight had been what roused her. After the last of the clock chimes, the only sound was the ticking of the clock. She grabbed the mug of coffee, cold now, and took a gulp.

Along with the ticking of the clock, there was a whisper followed by a creaking noise.

"I am not going to investigate any creaking noises tonight," Jennifer told herself.

Standing up, she held the rolling pin in one hand and picked up the coffee mug. All of the lights were on downstairs, as they had been hours ago. She entered the kitchen to make a new pot of coffee. She set the mug down, but continued to hold the rolling pin. She grabbed the coffee pot and emptied it into the sink.

It was only when she had taken her first step down into the basement, that she realized that she was not in control. The coffee pot and rolling pin? Her hands were empty, as she took another step down. And another step. She was headed down into the dark basement. Was this the stairs that Samantha had tried to warn her about in the diary? The light from the kitchen illuminated the stairs and dimly, part of the basement.

Heart thudding with rising fear, Jennifer took another step and another until she was three quarters of the way down the stairs. She felt something touch her ankle and looked down.

"Oooo..." her scream was a raspy whisper in her throat.

A pair of hands was reaching out from between the stairs and the fingers were touching her ankles. The hands were green and scaly-looking, and as she watched, the fingers seemed to stretch to twice their length and hovered over her white shoes. Jennifer was frozen in place, unable to move, unable to scream.

Then the hands turned upward, and the fingers began walking up the sides of her legs. The green, elongated fingers reached her knees and continued up, under the hem of her sundress. She could see the arms now. They looked thin and covered in the same green scales.

The hands reached her hips and twisted, creating a bulge underneath the fabric of her sundress. The fingers pinched and clawed, and with a ripping sound of fabric, the stitching of the shoulder straps stretched and snapped. Her dress split in two as it was pulled down over her knees. The scaly hands disappeared back under the stair, and the two halves of the ripped dress looked like they were sucked under the stair.

Jennifer stood in her bra, panties, and shoes, unable to move up or down on the stairs.

The green, scaly hands reached out again from a gap between the stairs, this time appearing alongside her thighs. The backside of the hands were scaly, but undersides were smooth and cool to the touch. The green hands were flat against her thighs and started to caress her skin, sliding down and then up and around, feeling her ass.

A second pair of hands emerged from the stairs directly behind her. They stretched out and unclasped her bra. With the tension and compression released, her large boobs swung free, and her white bra vanished under the stairs.

The hands squeezing her ass, reached up and tugged at the waistband of her white panties. As they pulled the fabric down, the two hands that took her bra appeared again at her sides. This time, the scaly hands reached around and cupped her breasts. She looked down to see the hands had golden scales, and the thumbs were stroking over her nipples, making them stiffen. Her panties descended to her ankles, and with a ripping sound, were split in two and disappeared underneath the stairs.

The busty blonde stood on the stairs, naked except for her shoes. Jennifer couldn't move to fight or flee. Her mind seemed to think everything was okay. The hands squeezing her breasts felt good, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt weak in the knees and moaned quietly.

The hands at her thighs appeared again. This time they avoided her ass and reached around her hips. The green fingers pressed between her thighs and stroked the sides of her pussy. As the fingers continued stroking, they probed at her fleshy lips, parting them. One finger and then two, slipped into her, to the first knuckle. The fingertips began to fuck her, while the golden scaled hands squeezed her large breasts.

A third set of hands appeared between the others, at waist height. These were scaly like the others, but blue. They caressed her lower back and waist, and teased her belly button.

Jennifer felt herself getting wet as she stood there, with the three sets of hands running over her body and exploring every part of it. 

Suddenly the three sets of hands grabbed her shoulders, waist, and hips. They pulled her backwards. Jennifer thought she would fall against the stairs, but found herself falling backwards into empty space. It was impossible she knew, but the stairs seemed to yawn open and she could see the stairs above her head and below her feet. Everything between was gone, as the hands pulled her into the dim light under the stairs.

She found herself standing naked, and even her shoes were gone now. Before her, in the dim light of the basement, were the owners of the three pairs of hands. They were about four feet tall and their heads looked like lizards. Their bodies were covered in different sizes of scales. One of them had green scales, the second had golden scales, and the third had blue scales. Aside from the heads, the rest of their bodies looked humanoid, and especially between their legs. All three penises were bright red, sticking our erect from scaly sheaths. Jennifer was stunned silent, trying to process what she was seeing.

“I am glad you decided to come play, my dear,” cackled Blue, as he stroked his red cock and leered at her.

“Yes,” nodded Green. “We are glad you decided to visit us under the stairs.” He too was stroking his red cock, and speaking without opening his mouth.

“Jennifer likes us, and wants to play with us,” grinned Gold, as he also stroked a hand along his hard red cock.

The golden-scaled creature gestured to Jennifer, then pointed at the floor in front of himself.

Freed at last of her paralyzing terror, Jennifer turned to run around the stairs. But the hands reached out and grabbed her again. She was pulled backwards and spun around in the darkness. She felt like she was falling forward and reached out to stop her fall.

Jennifer found herself on her hands and knees, staring at feet with golden scales.

Gold grabbed her by the hair with one hand and lifted Jennifer's head to face him. She looked up in the dim light to see the golden-scaled lizard peering down at her. No! she tried to shout, but no sound came out of her throat. Instead, the red tip of Gold's cock pressed between Jennifer's open lips. He pushed his stiff cock into her mouth, forcing her to take it.

Jennifer gagged as the creature's penis slid over her tongue and the tip pressed at the back of her mouth. Gold pulled his hard cock halfway out, and then thrust forward again. Both of his hands were clutching her blonde hair now, pushing and pulling as he began to fuck her mouth. The cock in her mouth was not hot, maybe because he was cold-blooded? The red shaft was stiff inside and soft outside as expected, but cool on her tongue, unlike any cock she had ever felt. And something compelled her to remain here and let her mouth be violated.

“Mmmm that feels so good,” moaned Gold.

The golden-scaled creature slid his stiff red cock in and out of her mouth, pleasuring himself at her expense. He laughed at the disgust on her face as he raped her mouth, making her big tits jiggle beneath her.

“Ohh Jennifer, I am going to cum in your mouth.”

Gold cackled in her mind as he watched Jennifer’s eyes widen in horror.

“Yesssss, my dear!”

Gold stopped thrusting, and suddenly his cock began to squirt his sticky sperm into her mouth. The creature's sperm pooled at the back of her tongue and she had no choice but to swallow. Gold kept his cock between her lips until he was finished. At the end, he pulled out and released her hair. Jennifer's head fell and thick semen drooled out of her mouth. She couldn't move, not even to spit out the rest of the creature's cum.

“Our turn,” wheezed Green.

His mouth did not move, but his voice echoed in her mind with laughter at the sight of the human with demon cum running down her chin, and tears in her eyes. Green was suddenly laying on the ground in front of her, with legs pressed together and his red cock pointing upwards. His arms stretched unbelievably and grabbed her arms, and pulled her toward him.

Something compelled Jennifer to crawl forward. She spread her knees on either side of the green creature as she crawled over him. As soon as her dangling breasts pressed against the lizard snout, she stopped moving forward. But she didn't stop moving, as she lowered her hips down on top of him and spread her knees a bit more.

Green moved beneath her, and she could feel the cool tip of the penis at her entrance. He thrust up slowly, and his red cock disappeared into her pussy, until the scales at his pelvis pressed against her. Then the green creature began to fuck her pussy with quick thrusts. Jennifer tried to stand and run, but her body was not under her control. She felt another cock rub between her ass cheeks, and she looked back to see Blue leering at her.

Blue laughed in her mind, and with a deft movement, he began to slid his cock into her ass. Jennifer was now sandwiched between the two demons and they began to drive her body. When Green thrust up, he pushed her forward and her breasts jiggled against his snout. Then Blue’s hands pulled her hips, moving her back onto his cock. Green thrust again, making her move forward above him. Blue pulled her back, as his cock penetrated her ass. Back and forth they exchanged thrusts between her pussy and ass, taking her hard and rough.

Why is this so arousing? Jennifer yelled at herself in her mind. She felt her body getting more and more excited as the alternating cocks drove deep inside her. But, like the two previous nights, she was brought close to climaxing, but never reaching it.

Green looked up at her face and said in her mind, “You can cum when beg us to fuck you.” There was a grin on his lizard snout.

Never! was what Jennifer wanted to scream. But the words that escaped her lips were,  “Fuck... me... ohhh... I need... to cum..."

She begged them to take her, "fuck me... please!... fuck me... fuck me..." and they did.

Jennifer was rocked back and forth, with the alternating cocks pushing deep into her pussy, then her ass, then her pussy again. Her breasts wobbled beneath her, slapping the green creature's snout. Blue's scaly hands clenched her fleshy hips, pulling her back against him. 

Finally with a howl, Blue's cock erupted in her ass, squirting his demon sperm into her bowels. Then she was pushed forward as Green thrust deeply into her and his cock spewed, coating her pussy with his sticky demon seed. Jennifer immediately felt her own orgasm crash like a thunderous wave, rolling from her ass, up through her pussy. The heat of her climax spread through her breasts and up her neck. She squeezed both of the cocks that remained inside her.

When her hips stopped quivering, Blue pulled his cock from her ass. Thick demon sperm drooled from her gaping asshole, dripping down to cover Green's scaly scrotum. Then Green lowered his hips and pulled out. The red, wet cock emerged from her pussy, followed by a gout of thick demon cum that clung to her pussy lips and coated her clit before dribbling on the floor.

In the next instant, the green and blue creatures were standing a few feet away, behind the gold-scaled creature.

Gold stepped in front of her face and rubbed the tip of his red cock against her cheek. “Do you want more, my dear?”

“Yes,” Jennifer whispered softly. Then louder, she demanded, “Yes! Fuck me again!”

“I'll invite my friends to come and play.”

Gold gestured to the darkness behind him, and out of the shadows emerged four more short, scaly lizard demons. Their scale colors completed the rainbow. There was Yellow, Orange, Red, and Violet.

In her mind, Jennifer kept shouting, let me go. But at the sight of four more demons with stiff red cocks, she licked her lips and rose up on her knees. One hand cupped her breast, while the other rubbed her pussy, smearing the thick demon cum over her clit. The four recent arrivals stepped forward, stroking their red cocks.

The rest of the night passed in a blur for the busty blonde homeowner. Demon after demon took her again and again, until each demon had left it's cum in every hole. The last sight she had before passing out, was the seven scaly demons gathered in a circle around her prone body, and jerking their red cocks. All at once, the seven demons started to ejaculate. Their cum showered down on her squirming naked body as her hands smeared the demon cum all over, leaving her skin glistening in the wan basement light.

Continued in Chapter 4

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