The Haunted House - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - From a Mirror Darkly

After her second Lady Godiva ride through the town, Jennifer slept until nearly noon the next day. The thought of having been seen by the boys last night preyed on her mind. The story of her ride was probably the hot topic of conversation in Palmerville today. How could I show my face there again? She thought, knowing that eventually she would have to make another midnight ride through the town where anyone might see her. Fortunately, she had purchased enough groceries to last a week, and would not have to return to the garden and perform the obscene ritual with the horse statue until then.

With these despairing thoughts running through her mind, it took willpower to get out of bed and face another day in this demented house. She feared that if she stayed here much longer, she would sink to the depraved level of the otherworldly beings that infested it. At least she was safe during daylight. And she was starving. Jennifer wrapped the silk robe around her naked body and went downstairs to the kitchen.

While eating breakfast, Jennifer was hesitant to take another look at Samantha Lee's diary. But, the entries in the book might hold the key to her freedom, although they also terrorized her with vague warnings of what was to happen next. Perhaps it was better not to know, Jennifer thought. Yesterday, she read that a new entry would appear when the sun was highest in the sky, which must be noon. Jennifer looked at the clock to confirm it was half past noon. She could not resist opening the diary, to see if there was a new entry to read.

Hello Jennifer,

I imagine you met Hlar and Hlox last night. I must admit that they were the most gentle lovers that I had met in the house thus far. During the day, like the others, they can not manifest themselves completely. But you will still feel their presence every time you bathe, or use that modern contrivance you call a shower. They are actually quite pleasurable, and oh so seductive. Do not give in to the temptation of their company too much, for they steal a bit of your mind with every visit.

The house is restless today, and I think they sense that I am trying to warn you with this diary. I must be careful what I write, even though the words are hidden from them. There are many spirits in this house that you have not yet encountered, and the most powerful are fearsome indeed.

The only warning I can give you today is to beware of yourself. Today, you will be your own worst enemy.

Jennifer closed the diary and a shudder ran through her. What did Samantha mean with that cryptic last sentence? Surely there must be some way to avoid the demons and escape this house, something the creatures had overlooked? As Jennifer continued to ponder, an idea came to her, and she wondered why she had not thought of it before.

After breakfast, she went upstairs and removed the robe. She decided to dress practical again, if her plan was to work. With fresh green socks and black underwear, she wore the same blue jeans and hiking boots as yesterday. To match her socks, she picked out a green blouse today. Lastly, she brushed her hair smooth and collected it in a pony tail tied with a green band.

Trying to remain calm, Jennifer went downstairs to the back door. She put her hand on the knob, took a deep breath, and turned it. The door opened normally, allowing her to go out to the garden. She exhaled with relief, and stepped out into the sunlight. She propped the rock as a doorstop again, to keep the back door open.

She was sure the smug horse statue had allowed her to use the back door so that she might pay him a visit for daily freedom. Jennifer thought she had a way to use that smugness to escape. The horse had gone through the gate each time she took a ride into town. Now that I'm outside, why can't I just go through that gate or climb over that same fence and leave? If I didn't perform the horse statue's ritual, there would be no returning spell, and I would be free. She didn't care if she had to leave everything she owned here, as long as she never saw this haunted house again.

The fence around the garden was an old and worn picket fence about four feet high. Glancing around, wary that the horse statue might see her, Jennifer quickly moved to the closed gate. She carefully pushed, wondering if it would even open. The gate swung open, on creaking rusty hinges. Jennifer winced and looked around, afraid that someone or something might have heard the gate opening. As quietly as she could, Jennifer tip-toed through the gate.

The moment that both of her feet touched the ground on the other side, all hell broke loose. The landscape around her changed like it had been a mirage. No longer high grass and weeds, she faced a scorching hot desert scene of sand dunes, stretching away as far as the eye could see. And there were two glaring white suns beating down from above. Turning around, Jennifer could see no sign of the gate, or the fence, or even the garden or the house. It was dunes, and dunes, and more sand dunes.

What is happening! She screamed in her mind. Still facing the gate, or at least where it used to be, Jennifer began to step forward, hoping that this was some kind of illusion that would fade away and reveal itself as a trick to prevent her escape. One step, and the desert remained. Two steps, and still desert. Three steps, desert. If the gate is here, I should have walked back through it, she thought.

The heat and the sand remained, blazing hot. It felt very real, and Jennifer stopped walking, and stood in the middle of this desert landscape. She wondered if she should continue forward. What exactly was this place? It reminded her of the desert scene from the movie Beetlejuice, when the sand worms emerged to terrorize the movie couple. Jennifer looked about nervously, wondering if sand worms were about to leap from the dunes. After a minute of listening to the sound of desert wind, she saw no sign of anything hostile.

"I'm only scaring myself." Jennifer nervously laughed aloud. "I need to--"

Without warning, the desert around her feet erupted in a flurry of sand, and something grabbed her ankles and pulled her straight down into the sand, burying her up to her calves.

"EEeeeppp!" Jennifer screamed. Quicksand?

She tried to kick her feet, to no effect. Now something in the cloud of sand coiled around her waist as she was pulled thigh-deep into the hot sand. Her elbows stuck out from her sides as she tried to push at whatever was coiled around her waist. The dusty cloud continued to billow from below, obscuring whatever was holding her. I'm going to suffocate, she thought in rising panic.

Suddenly she felt herself being lifted up, and pulled out of the hole in the sand. As soon as she rose above the dusty cloud of sand, her ankles were freed, and the dust below was still again. Dangling several feet above the ground, she hung from whatever was coiled around her waist. She was saved, and looked around for her rescuer.

She found herself eye to eye with a giant tentacled beast. Jennifer thought that maybe suffocating had not been such a bad fate after all. One of its tentacles held her, while a dozen more writhed in the air. The thing was dull green in color, and the flesh was semi-transparent, revealing pulsing veins and organs. It also had a very impressive looking set of teeth, in a mouth that looked big enough to bite her in half, which is what she thought was going to happen.

About to meet her death, Jennifer opened her mouth, determined to let out one last scream in the grand tradition of helpless b-movie heroines. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!..."

But there was no bite, and she remained dangling before this creature.

She screamed again, half-hearted, "Ahhhh!... hhhh?" until she was out of breath.

A very amused voice spoke in her mind, "What kind of a sweet little thing have I found?"

Startled by the question, Jennifer realized that the voice was coming from the tentacled monster that was holding her.

"Please... don't eat me," she begged the creature. "I won't taste very good, and I am just trying to escape from the demons who have taken over my house. There was this fence around the garden, with a gate,. But you can't see it now, but it was there and I stepped through and tried to get away."

The tentacle creature laughed without moving its toothy mouth, "Yes, I know all about the demons in your house. They put me here to prevent your escape, and I have no intention of eating you! They would be most unhappy if I did that."

Jennifer exhaled a sigh of relief and patted the thick, coiled tentacle around her waist, thankful that she would survive.

The creature added, "I will, of course, return you to the garden... after I have fucked you."

The thing said it as such a simple matter of fact, that Jennifer was not certain if she had heard correctly. "I beg your pardon?" she managed to stammer. "What did you say?"

"I will return you... to the garden... after I fuck you, my dear." The creature repeated. "My tentacles are quite flexible and I will fuck every hole you have at the same time. I'll enjoy it, whether you do or not."

Before Jennifer could respond, or scream again, several of the other tentacles reached toward her. Without much effort, the tentacles tugged at her green blouse, ripping it open and tearing it apart. She watched the green fabric fluttering to the sand below. The tentacles slid underneath the shoulder straps and cups of her black bra and tore the undergarment into several pieces before flinging them aside. Her large breasts were freed and settled on the thick tentacle around her waist. Other tentacles were tearing her boot laces apart and then her shoes were gone, followed by the green socks. More tentacles tugged at the waistband of her blue jeans and slithered up the legs of her pants. She felt the tentacles against her skin, smooth and hot. They were tearing, snapping, and popping her jeans, and pulling the denim apart. Then there was a tug on her hips, and she watched her torn, black panties floating to the sand.

For some odd reason, Jennifer could hear her mother's voice admonishing her before leaving the house. Be sure to always wear clean underwear when you leave the house, in case you get raped by a demon. Jennifer giggled at the thought, and knew that she was on the verge of hysteria

Then she gasped in shock as the tip of one of the tentacles wiggled into the gap between her thighs and wormed it's way up into her pussy. She could feel the muscles in the tentacle undulate against her labia as it pushed, until the tip pressed against her cervix. Not that she was measuring, but twelve inches of green tentacle was lodged inside her vagina. A second gasp was forced from her as another tentacle wriggled into her ass.

Jennifer slapped the tentacle coiled around her waist as she dangled in midair. The two tentacles that were raping her squirmed and thrust, sliding in and out. The creature was right, she thought, I doubt I am going to enjoy this much. That was the last coherent thought she managed, as a mixture of pleasure and pain overtook her. That was when a third tentacle touched her chin, wiggling itself between her lips, forcing it's way into her mouth.

Time seemed to have no meaning in this arid landscape. Jennifer remained only dimly aware of the sequence of the tentacles that fucked her. Against all the rules of nature, each of the tentacles was like a penis, and could ejaculate. First, the tentacle in her mouth squirted, coating her tongue with warm monster semen. Not wanting to swallow, she let the watery fluid drool out of her mouth and splatter on her breasts. The tentacle in her vagina was next, spurting a stream of cum that gushed out of her pussy when it withdrew. The third tentacle pulsed, spraying her bowels with the monster's sperm. When the three tentacles finished squirting, they withdrew, followed by three more to take their place. And her desert monster rape continued. The creature's cum overflowed her holes, until there was thin layer covering her entire body.

After the third set of tentacles, she lost consciousness.

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Jennifer awoke as the sun was close to the horizon, and found herself laying in the garden, naked and covered in dried cum. She was sure she could hear the gravelly voice of the horse statue laughing as she struggled to her feet and slinked back to the house with shame.

She ran a hot water bath, and with a sigh, slipped into the tub to scrub off her latest degradation. After rinsing clean, Jennifer let the hot water continue to fill the tub and she reclined, soaking in the warmth. She thought she felt soft hands caress her shoulders and neck. Her eyes snapped open, as she remembered about Hlar and Hlox. Samantha was right, the water elementals could make their presence felt during the day, if only weakly. And Samantha was also right, that they did feel very nice. Of course, anything would feel nice, after being raped by an inter-dimensional tentacle monster. She closed her eyes again and settled back in the tub.

Recalling the shower tryst last night, Jennifer rested her arms on the sides of the tub, to allow the water elementals their limited ethereal caresses. She focused on the sensations, and could feel feathery touches on her large breasts that caused her nipples to stiffen with excitement. A loving massage from the water elementals is exactly what she wanted after her thwarted escape. An invisible hand pressed between her thighs, and Jennifer lifted her knees and slid her feet back, spreading her legs in response. Under the water, invisible hands touched her ankles briefly and the inside of her thighs. Then an invisible finger penetrated her pussy for a few seconds before vanishing. Another invisible finger was at her mouth, and as she closed her lips around the tip to suck it, the finger dissolved as if it was never there. She rested her head back and savored the sensations and tingles that appeared and disappeared all over her body.

After the long soak, and a relaxing orgasm, Jennifer reluctantly climbed out of the water that had since cooled. She dried off and dressed in the silk robe, before heading barefoot to the kitchen. As she ate, she thought that perhaps she would be spared tonight's midnight encounter, after enduring the ordeal in the desert. But the tentacle guardian was an obstacle and punishment for to her attempt at the daytime escape. She was not betting on a midnight reprieve.

Placing her dishes in the sink, Jennifer made her way upstairs and discarded the robe, reminded again that she had yet to replace the torn nightgown. Naked, she slipped under the blankets, and quickly fell asleep.

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The now almost expected creaking awoke Jennifer at midnight. She looked around the room for any sign of what was to come. The noise seemed to be close at hand. She stumbled naked from the bed, and approached the window. She realized the creaking noise was coming from the hinges on one shutter that swung freely outside the window.

Jennifer pushed open the window and leaned out, rising on her toes and placing her tummy on the window sill. Her large breasts dangled in the open air as she reached to grab the edge of the shutter. As she pulled it closed, and retreated back inside, lightning flashed across the sky, followed a second later by the boom of thunder.

"We're back to that huh? Sudden storms out of nowhere," Jennifer taunted out loud. 

How predictable, she thought. Just then, something brushed lightly against the back of her legs and ass.

"What?" She jumped a little, making her breasts jiggle.

Startled, Jennifer looked down and saw the gauzy curtains waving in the wind that was coming through the open window. The thin material seemed to have a life of it's own as the curtains billowed. As they moved, the curtains appeared to caress the sides of her thighs. Just the wind, she assured herself.

She backed away from the window with alacrity, and when she turned around she found herself looking into the full length mirror on the opposite wall of the bedroom. She exhaled a sigh of relief, and smiled at her reflection, and it smiled back at her, illuminated in the moonlight.

Jennifer could not help but feel a little pride in her body. At thirty, her large breasts had yet to sag, and moreover they were all natural and not some silicone implants. Her tummy was mostly flat from the yoga workouts, and she only had a hint of waistline fat. Her hips and long legs were toned from treadmill exercises. She had a great body, and lifted her blonde hair in her hands as she turned away and looked back over her shoulder to admire her ass. In a bikini, she drove men to lust, and women to jealousy. She released her hair with a flip of her hands and stepped back to the bed.

Suddenly she heard a crinkling noise from behind, and she whirled around, just in time to see her reflection stepping out of the mirror!?

"Proud of your body, my dear?" asked her reflection, in her own voice.

Jennifer was still staring, shocked, and not sure what to do.

The reflection's voice, her voice, but tinged with cruelty and malice, continued, "Your pride has released me from the mirror."

The reflection stepped forward slowly, and advanced on the stunned Jennifer. She was her, a reflection come alive, reversed. The mole on the left side of Jennifer's waist, was on the right side of the reflection's waist. Where Jennifer's hair parted on the left, the reflection's hair parted on the right. The reflection was less than an arm's length away and raised it's hands, and shoved Jennifer back onto the bed.

"And I'm going to enjoy fucking my sexy body."

In the blink of an eye, the reflected twin was on top of Jennifer, pressing her naked body against her and kissing her on the lips. Jennifer tried in vain to push her doppelganger away. But it was as strong as her, and Jennifer gasped. The reflection took the advantage, and her tongue slipped into Jennifer's mouth, kissing herself passionately. Jennifer felt the large boobs of the reflection mashed against her own boobs, as the other pushed her flat on the bed, trapping her underneath her twin. After a minute of wet kissing, her reflection leaned back and climbed onto the bed to straddle Jennifer's body.

Sick with horror, Jennifer looked up at her own reflection come to life, leering down at her. The hands of her twin cupped Jennifer's breasts and then pinched her nipples, exactly the way she liked, making them stand up.

"I know you, my dear." The reflection kneaded Jennifer's breasts, "Deep inside, you  enjoyed these demons fucking you."

"What?" Jennifer tried not to moan in response to the physical sensations. "Mmm-no... please... I didn't enjoy it... They raped me."

Her double rolled her hips, pressing the doppelganger's pussy against Jennifer's pubic mound, "I was there, my dear. You loved every slutty second of it."

Jennifer gasped, feeling her body teased exactly the way she enjoyed being touched. She put her hands on the knees of her reflection, wanting to push her off, but holding onto her instead.

The reflection continued to grind her pussy against Jennifer, "You loved the teddy bear fucking your face in the dark. You used to have dreams about that when you were younger."

Jennifer's eyes widened. Of course she knows me. She is me, Jennifer realized.

"You enjoyed sucking that horse cock. You did it a second time... and you will do it again."

Jennifer remembered the horse statue, and the first night it stood over her as the vine fucked her. And it was true, she willingly sucked the horse again, to win freedom for a day. No! She shook her head in disbelief.

"You liked being fucked by a rainbow of demons under the stairs. And you loved the guardian holding you above the sand, with it's thick tentacle in your pussy. Do you remember begging it to fuck you again?" The reflection stopped grinding her hips and reached up to hold Jennifer's chin, stopping her from shaking her head. "Admit it, my dear. You are a slut that likes to be fucked... fucked by anyone, anything... anywhere."

Jennifer's own doubts boiled over, reinforced by the words of her twin, that was a reversed copy of her body and mind. Jennifer sobbed out a faint, "yes."

The reflection released her chin and laughed, "Well then, my dear. I will have to fuck you as well, to keep you happy!"

Jennifer gulped in fear as her double crawled back off the bed and stood, than snapped her fingers. Suddenly the doppelganger had a harness wrapped around her hips, with a very realistic looking fake cock sticking out from the front.

Her reflection raised her hands and licked both palms, before stroking the fake cock. "Just remember, my dear..." Her twin stepped forward and pushed Jennifer's knees apart as she climbed into the bed. "...I am you, and you want this..." Her reflection knelt between her open thighs and pressed the head of the fake cock against Jennifer's pussy lips. "...Your deepest desire is to be raped, and to rape someone..." The twin rubbed the head of the fake cock up and down, spreading Jennifer's fleshy lips open. "...And now you get both at once!" Then her reflection slowly plunged the fake cock inside.

Jennifer mind reeled, and her body shuddered. She was near catatonic as she watched herself between her legs, pushing a cock into her. Her reflection was no gentle lover as Hlar and Hlox were. Her reflection had an intensity and force that she enjoyed, made worse because Jennifer knew her twin was right. The motivation for this savage fucking was coming from inside, feeding off her own innermost thoughts and fantasies that she had never dared to tell anyone. Jennifer wrapped her legs around her twin, her toes curled and her heels digging into her reflection's ass.

Jennifer's breasts bounced wildly back and forth as the twin fucked her. She watched, in a trance, as her twin's large boobs bounced up and down. Jennifer reached up and cupped her twin's breasts in her hands and began to caress them, and feel her nipples.

Her twin grinned down at her. "That feels good... my dear." Her reflection continued thrusting, "You... enjoy... being fucked... the way you like it...?"

Gasping, Jennifer blushed and continued to hold the large tits of her duplicate as the fake cock filled her pussy perfectly and moved in and out and stretched her exactly the way she enjoyed it. The moans of the two women got louder as they fucked each other for several minutes.

Suddenly, the twin pulled the fake cock out of Jennifer and held it above her. Her reflection grunted and thrust her hips forward. Jennifer looked down at the fake cock, and was astonished to see the tip squirt a stream of cum that arced over her boobs. It can't be real, Jennifer thought, just as the warm cum landed perfectly in her gaping mouth. The impossibly long strand of sperm fell onto Jennifer, creating a white unbroken string from her mouth, over her chin, down the middle of her cleavage and ending next to her belly button. The duplicate moaned and stroked the fake cock again, and another strand of warm sperm landed across Jennifer's big breast. Then another spurt, and finally her reflection squeezed her fake cock, forcing the last of the cum to ooze from the tip and puddle on Jennifer's pelvis. Jennifer was still in disbelief as her reflection rolled off and lay next to her on the bed.

Her twin bent over, and licked her own cum off Jennifer's big tit. The white sperm glowed in the moonlight, and Jennifer gasped as she watched herself lick and suck the cum from her skin. Her reflection traced her fingers through the glob of cum on Jennifer's pelvis, and then smeared it down over her pussy, before inserting two fingers.

The reflection removed her hand, and demanded, "Now, lick my pussy... my dear."

Her twin rolled onto her back. The harness and fake cock has disappeared, and her reflection spread her legs. Jennifer blushed, knowing that her twin knew her fantasies, even the ones she would have never acted upon. Her reflection reached a hand and twined her fingers into Jennifer's blonde hair, and was not taking no for an answer.

Jennifer rolled over, pressing her big breasts against her reflection's belly. She kissed her reflection's big tit, tasting her duplicate's flesh as if it were her own. She kissed her way down her twin's body, her own body, until she found her pussy. My second taste of pussy, Jennifer thought as she pressed her tongue against it, and listened to her twin moan. My first visible pussy, Jennifer amended with another hint of hysteria. She lifted her mouth to gaze at her reflection's pussy. Then Jennifer lowered her mouth onto her duplicate's pussy, and began to suck at the flowing juices of her reflection. I wonder if making love to yourself is incest or masturbation, she wondered as her fingers spread the fleshy lips of the pussy and her tongue dipped into her pink interior.

Her reflection certainly seemed to be enjoying it, and Jennifer took a perverse pride in that, and redoubled her licking. She slipped two fingers into her reflection's pussy and curled them inside just the way she liked. Jennifer began to thrust her wet fingers in and out as she flicked her tongue on her clit.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh," her reflection moaned loudly.

Her twin writhed under the licking that Jennifer was giving. She clutched at Jennifer's head, feeling every touch and lick and suck exactly the way Jennifer would want done to herself. Suddenly, her reflection's hips gave a familiar shudder of orgasm. Jennifer's mouth and chin was flooded with the wetness of her reflection's juices. Jennifer rolled off, and lay on her back, next to her twin.

With a sigh, her double stood up and smiled down at Jennifer. "You are a good pussy licking slut, my dear. I always knew you were."

Then her twin turned and walked to the mirror with a sensual swing of her hips. As she stepped into the mirror, the surface rippled and that crackling sound could be heard.

On the other side of the mirror, her reflection turned and looked out. "II will enjoy you looking at me in the mirror, looking at you looking at me." As her reflection faded, her last words echoed, "Come again soon, my dear."

Rays of sunlight streamed in the window, as the light  of the dawn sky grew.

Continued in Chapter 6

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