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Haunted House of Ill Repute

By: masterandmargarita



The following story is our entry for the 2014 Halloween Contest. My wife and I created this plot with the intention of veering it into two distinct sexual encounters, which we wrote separately. Thank you in advance for taking the time to read, rate, comment!

Incident on a Mountain Road

"Slow down, Heath, it's just a Halloween party. It's not worth dying over," Megan said to her boyfriend who was swerving up some of the steepest and mountain roads she had ever seen, and doing it well over the speed limit in their humorously tiny rental car.

"Why did you reserve the economy?" Heath shot back. "We'll be lucky to get up to Virginia City at all with this little putter."

"This little putter is cheaper and better for the environment," Megan explained. "Do you have any idea how expensive it is to rent a car when you're under 25? How about you do the travel planning next time? You never seem to have a budget and you're always full of opinions." 

Megan took a deep breath. She knew, going into it, that this trip would be a "make or break" for their three-month relationship and, only a few hours after checking in to their hotel in Reno, it was leaning towards "break."

"I'm sorry," Heath replied sincerely. "The party goes all night, but ghost tour starts right at sundown. I don't want to be late."

Megan was hopelessly attracted to Heath, despite his failings. As the star lacrosse player at their University back in Massachusetts, he was quite the eligible bachelor when she met him. He could have any girl that he wanted with his perfect body, sandy blonde hair, and, of course, his money. She knew that his family's connections was the likely reason that they were attending the same school, as it certainly wasn't on account of his hard work and good grades.

After several years of debaucherous college Halloween parties, and the endless parades of tempting and available females that came with them, Megan felt that a weekend trip might be a better choice for her new relationship. Luckily for her, Heath was more than happy to travel and just so happened to enjoy those ghost hunting shows on tv. Virginia City, Nevada was an easy sell.

"What the hell are those?" Heath wondered out loud, referring to the small brown objects that seemed to be scurrying across the road. Megan had a sneaking suspicion. She quickly dug her phone out of the cupholder to do some research.

"Oh my god, I think they're tarantulas! Did you hear me?! Tarantulas!" she repeated in horror. She was deathly afraid of spiders. 

"Well, no worries. At least we're in the car," Heath assured her as he squealed around another tight corner, revealing an incredible view of the valley below and the orange and pink glow of the setting sun against the mountains.

As Megan continued to read through a questionable source titled "10 Scary Facts About Tarantulas" against her better judgement, Heath scrunched his eyes with curiosity at an approaching stagecoach. 

"What the fuck?" he blurted as the horse-drawn vessel came into full view. 

The horses were massive and jet black in color, galloping thunderously against the concrete. The driver wore a large black cowboy hat and a bandana over the lower have of his face. The driver's eyes glowed with a surreal red intensity, momentarily hypnotizing Heath and nearly causing him to piss himself in terror as he observed what looked like rotting flesh on the driver's forehead.

"Stop!!!" Megan screamed as he failed to follow the oncoming curve, pointing their little eco-car right towards the approaching cliff at full speed. She reached for the wheel to try and avert their doom and Heath slammed on the brakes, skidding the car sideways through the dirt on it's way to the edge of the cliff. 

Megan blacked out for a few seconds and quickly came to. She peered out her window at the valley floor. The car slowly tilted to her side and she watched the impending plummet, paralyzed with fear. Her adrenaline suddenly kicked in and she unbuckled both of their seat belts and hopped on to Heath's lap, momentarily balancing the car as it teetered on the edge.

She opened the driver-side door and clung to Heath's wrists with all of her strength as she lept out of the car and pulled him with her. Their bodies hit hard against the shoulder of the road, kicking up a cloud of dirt. She turned to watch helplessly as their rental car took a final tilt and fell off of the edge of the cliff. 

Several suspenseful seconds of dead silence passed before the deafening crash could be heard across the valley. The sound of the car colliding with the valley floor snapped Heath out of his daze. He hopped up and ran over to the edge of the cliff to have a look, leaving Megan lying on the ground behind him.

"Holy shit! Well, I hated that car anyway. I was kind of hoping it would explode. Aren't they supposed to explode?" 

Megan looked up with rage as she dusted herself off and ran over to him, half tempted to send him flying over the cliff as well. She settled on a nice hard smack to the face.

"Are you crazy?! You almost killed us!"

"Whoa, calm down," Heath begged as he stumbled at the edge, narrowly getting his foothold. "Didn't you see that stagecoach?"

"What stagecoach?!"

"It was a big fucking stagecoach! With black horses and a zombie driver! I honestly don't remember what happened after I saw it. I'm just standing here at the edge of a cliff and getting slapped." 

He looked back at Megan apologetically, an expression he frequently relied on with her. Her intensity is what attracted him to her in the first place, but he found himself enjoying the "challenge" less and less and fantasizing about the more subservient girls that anxiously waited for a chance with him back home.

"Okay, I'm calm now. Will you please get away from the edge?" Megan requested as she regained her composure and pulled him back towards the road. "Do you have your phone?"

"Nope. Mine was charging in the car."

"Shit, mine was in the cupholder. Everything else was in my purse, we're out here with nothing," Megan said as she pondered their next move. "Okay, we'll just wait for the next car to come along."

"Fuck that! More like the next stagecoach. Trust me, you don't want to be standing here if that thing comes back."

"It's Halloween," Megan reminded him. "I'm sure the driver was wearing a mask. They take the holiday very seriously- it's a haunted mining town after all and it is supposed to be fun. Isn't that why we flew out here?"

"Yeah, I guess," Heath replied, suddenly feeling a little silly about his fear of the stage coach. He scanned the edge of the cliff with puzzlement at the fact that there was no guard rail, even though he could have sworn that he saw a hundred of them, placed at every tight curve throughout the drive. A large house caught his eye and it was only a short hike up the road. "I don't see any cars coming. Let's head up to that house."

"I'm not going up to some weird old house and knocking on the door. Isn't that how horror movies start?"

"Come on, Megan. They probably have trick-r-treaters coming tonight. Hell, we are trick-r-treaters," he said as he pointed to his red and black striped "Freddy Krueger" costume, now not much of a costume with the hat, mask, and knife-glove accessories sitting at the bottom of a canyon. 

Megan suddenly remembered her matching costume with embarrassment. She was "Sexy Freddy Krueger," which seemed like such a hilarious choice at the time. Her incredibly short and artfully tattered one-piece dress was also red and black striped and showed off her legs and knee-high boots.

"We should go now, it's getting dark," Heath pleaded. He suddenly widened his eyes and approached Megan carefully, causing her to look back at him with concern. 

"What? What is it?!"

"Just stay completely still," Heath instructed calmly as he continued to step towards her, ever so slowly. "I mean it. Don't move."

Megan turned her head and opened her mouth in terror as she eyed the large tarantula that was making its way up her denim jacket sleeve. It clung to her with it's hairy brown legs and scrambled towards her shoulder, rearing its fangs. Megan's blood-curdling scream echoed through the mountains as she scrambled to tear off the jacket. She sent it flying towards the road and ran frantically towards the house with Heath following right behind her.

"Wait!" he begged as Megan continued to sprint and stumble awkwardly in her boots up the ruthlessly steep street, which was dotted with male tarantulas innocently going about their fall mating migration. She ran in a frenzied panic all the way to the dilapidated front porch of the two-story house. Her chest heaved from the high altitude run as she knocked loudly on the door. 

Heath caught up to her and put his arm around her comfortingly. "Well, that's motivation for you," he quipped. "We made it. Everything is okay now."

Megan rolled her eyes, not very much appreciating the irony of Heath's "Everything is okay now" reassurance, given that she had just saved his life a few minutes ago. Before they could fully catch their breath the door flung open and they were greeted by a tall, slender woman dressed in an exquisite nineteenth century gown.

"Why, hello. To what do I owe the pleasure of unexpected visitors?" she asked in a subtle, proper accent that resembled British. They stood silently for a moment taking in the incredible details of her dress, from the lace trimmed underskirt to the unusual sliver of frilly fabric that opened up at her chest, revealing a generous view of cleavage. Her hair was elegantly bundled and she looked down with curiosity through dark brown eyes. 

"Trick-r-treat," Heath said, causing Megan to slug him on the shoulder.

"We're sorry to bother you, but our rental car fell off the cliff and we're being chased by spiders and we need to use a phone! Please!" Megan said in a panic.

"Oh dear, I apologize, but I have no idea what you are saying," the woman replied with concern. "Why don't you come inside?"

"Much obliged, ma'am," Heath replied with his best cowboy accent as he oggled her breasts.

They walked through the entryway and looked in awe at the unexpected and dazzling candlelit interior as the woman guided them into the foyer. They were surrounded by framed oil paintings, antique mirrors, and impressive floral arrangements- a scene they never could have imagined as they stood facing the beat-up old house from the porch moments ago.

"Welcome to Julia's Palace," she said with polite curtsy. "I am Madame Julia Bulette and I graciously offer safe refuge and entertainment for the townsfolk, yourselves included."

"Hi Julia. I'm Heath and this is Megan."

Julia eyed their matching, red and black striped costumes with interest and approached Megan. 

"You have the most unusual and beautiful eyes," Julia said as she walked in a semicircle in front of Megan, observing her oddly mismatched eye colors of blue and green. "And a fascinating hairstyle," she added as she admired Megan's long, straight hair and trendy bangs. She daringly ran a finger through a strand of Megan's dark brown hair.

"Thanks, it's called heterochromia," Megan explained with an intimidated crack in her voice as Julia towered over her and looked down with interest. 

"The hair?" 

"No, the eyes," Megan corrected as she looked up at Julia with fascination. Julia's perfume smelled like lavender and honey and her stunning blue dress was unlike anything Megan had ever seen outside of the movies. Megan forgot for a brief second why they were even there and then snapped back into reality. "Can we use your phone to call the police?"

"The police, you say?" Julia replied with a gasp and a hand on her heart. "Why, I don't see any call for that. Besides, the Sheriff is right across the hall, having dinner with the rest of my guests. Would you like to join us?"

"Dinner? Sure!" Heath replied eagerly. Megan glared at him. "What? I'm hungry."

"Right this way," Julia said as she escorted them through the hallway, creaking and clicking the old floor boards as she stepped. 

"Heath, we aren't here to eat. We have to call the police and the rental agency and our parents," Megan whispered frantically as they followed behind Julia.

"Whoa, it's just a rental car and we don't need to call our parents for god's sake!" Heath replied. "The car isn't going anywhere, it will still be there in the morning. Besides, this party might be fun. I think it's called Steam Punk?"

"Fine," Megan conceded. "We'll just see what the Sheriff has to say."

Julia pulled open the double doors dramatically and revealed an impressive dining room, Victorian in every last detail from the glowing candelabras to the etched plates and flint glassware . A large cast of authentic male and female characters surrounded the table and looked up at Heath and Megan with curiosity. 

"Forgive me in advance for the brief introductions, but dinner is about to be served and the apéritifs have been flowing quite loosely this evening," Julia announced as she guided Heath and Megan towards their seats at the table.

"Everyone, allow me to introduce Heath and Megan. They will be joining us for dinner. Heath and Megan, from left to right this is Mr. Mackay, Mr. Twain, Mr. Grant, and Sheriff Kelley.

Mr. Twain's head was planted firmly against his bread plate where he lay snoring, causing his white mustache to quiver with each breath. Mr. Grant, who sported a striking similarity to the Civil War General and former US President raised a toast of whiskey towards the Heath and Megan and quickly downed it. Mr. Mackay tipped his top hat dryly and Sheriff Kelley offered up a friendly "Howdy." 

"Howdy!" Heath replied with enthusiasm to the Sheriff, getting into the spirit of the costumed event. 

Megan scrunched her eyes with curiosity at the fact that Julia only introduced the men, yet there were at least two gorgeous women for every man seated at the table, eyelids painted with colorful makeup and all donned in similarly luxurious dresses. Julia looked at Heath and Megan expectantly, waiting for them to have a seat at the table. Two empty place settings just so happened to be prepared for them.

Unexpected visitors, huh? Megan said to herself as she looked over at Julia suspiciously. She took her seat and focused back on their predicament.

"Sheriff Kelley," Megan began, causing one of the Sheriff's female companions to look over Megan's skimpy, striped dress with curiosity. "Sorry for crashing your Halloween party, but our car fell off the cliff a half mile back."

"Your car fell off the cliff? As in boxcar? Flying off the tracks and over the cliff?" the drunken Sheriff replied with amusement as his female friend lifted a decanter to refill his glass with light brown liquor. "Little lady, I've heard some whoppers in my day-"

"No, I'm talking about a rental car," Megan explained desperately. The Sheriff furrowed his brow and swilled his drink.

"He isn't the real Sheriff," Heath whispered to her. "They're just playing dress-up."

"Not the real Sheriff, huh?" the Sheriff blurted defensively. He eyed Heath with sudden, inconsolable rage and stood up to draw his gun, causing the females at his sides to gasp and lean away protectively.

Before Heath could react, the Sheriff wobbled drunkenly as he fiddled with the holster and fell to the floor with a crash, slamming his head against the floorboards and shattering his glass of liquor. Without missing a beat, his female companions lifted him to his feet and gracefully carried him out of the dining room as if it were a typical dinner activity. A maid entered with a straw broom and quickly swept away the glass. 

"I do apologize," Julia said as she looked over Heath and Megan's alarmed expression. "The men of Virginia City come to Julia's Palace unwind. The Sheriff simply ran out of slack."

The females in the room fluttered with laughter. 

"What are we going to do? These people are crazy," Megan whispered to Heath. 

Heath shrugged his shoulders. His eyes suddenly lit up as a team of maids circled the table with steaming plates of delicious smelling food, placing a generous portion in front of each guest.

"I hope you don't mind the French cuisine," Julia explained. "I was born in London, but I have French heritage. More importantly, though, French food is simply the best and we settle for nothing but the best. Bon Appétit!"

Heath didn't hesitate to dig into the beef bouillabaisse, savoring salty bites and catching the eye of the striking, curly-haired blonde in the yellow dress to his left. She gave him a wink and began filling his wine glass from a bottle of bordeaux, dated 1866. 

Wow, their attention to detail is unbelievable, Heath thought to himself as he washed down his food with a sip of wine. The blonde continued to smile at him and he suddenly felt the soft fabric of her stockinged foot climbing the side of his leg. He blushed and turned to Megan, who was looking down at her plate with disappointment.

"Don't mind her," Heath assured their host. "She's not rude, she just a vegetarian." Julia looked back at Heath in confusion. He felt the the hand of his new blonde friend make it's way onto his lap. "Whoa," Heath blurted as the blonde explored him eagerly with her fingers and let out a mischievous giggle.

"Watch out for Sheri, lad," Mr. Mackay suddenly chimed in from across the table in a subtle Irish accent. "She is a lively one, but she's mine for the evening, you hear?"

"Of course," Heath replied Mr. Mackay. 

Megan looked over at Heath with suspicion, wondering what would have compelled Mr. Mackay's sudden comment. "Hey, I didn't do anything," Heath assured her.

"And that goes for Bettie and Rosie as well," Mr. Mackay added, referring to both the voluptuous brunette and beautiful redhead at his sides. "You've been warned, lad."

"That I have," Heath replied mockingly. He looked back at Mr. Mackay in amusement at his fancy three-piece suit, top hat, and hipster-style facial hair, which was complete with a prominent and exaggerated mustache. 

"Julia, I'm sorry to interrupt dinner, but can I please, please use a phone? I realize you are trying to have fun tonight, but someone in this house must have a phone?" Megan pleaded.

"I'm not sure what you mean," Julia replied in confusion, "but if you like, I can give you the tour and perhaps we will find one?"

"Great!" Megan said with relief as she hopped up from her seat. "Let's go," she motioned to Health. 

"But I'm still eating!" he replied, covering his plate defensively. 

"Please, eat and drink as much as you like," Julia assured Heath as she stood up from the table. "Besides, only the ladies are allowed behind the scenes." She extended a hand to Megan and escorted her away from the table.

"Fine, have fun," Megan sneered to Heath as she followed Julia out of the dining room, leaving him to enjoy dinner with his new friends. 

The Silver Miner

"So tell me, lad," Mr. Mackay began after a greedy gulp of whiskey. "Are you a cowboy then? You certainly don't pass as one of me miners."

Heath nearly choked on his food with a laugh and cleared his throat. "No sir, I'm not a miner."

"What in the bloody hell are you then?" 

"I'm Freddy Krueger."

Mr. Mackay and Mr. Grant looked back at him with puzzlement. 

"Freddy Krueger. K-r-u-e-g-e-r. You know, from A Nightmare on Elm Street? I lost my mask and my knife-glove. 

"A glove with knives? As in, knives for fingers?" Mr. Mackay asked with a sudden blurt of drunken laughter. "That is quite the invention."

"Yes, that would have made an interesting addition to the battlefield," Mr. Grant pondered out loud, with heavily slurred speech.

"I'm sure it would have. Cheers," Heath said as he raised his glass and enjoyed another sip of wine. He could feel Mr. Mackay's choice ladies-of-the-evening beaming at him with lust as he politely conversed with the drunken, older men at the table. "Say, do you know where I can find the restroom?"


Haunted House of Ill Repute



"Restroom?" Sheri replied with confusion, resting her hand on his thigh and looking quite concerned that he was getting up to leave the table.

"Yeah, you know- so I can take a leak? Oh, never mind," Heath said, realizing that they were dead-set on not breaking character. He made his way out of the dining room. "I'll be right back," he assured them.

"Goodbye, Mr. Krueger," the women replied in unison with dainty waves and suspicious smiles as they enjoyed another lingering look at his young, fit body. 

Heath stepped quickly through the creaky candlelit hallway, opening doors at random and finding nothing but dusty rooms filled with bookshelves and antique furniture. He got desperate and decided to run out the front door into the yard. As he splashed the dusty ground and enjoyed the much needed relief, he looked out over the nearby mountain properties which had suddenly sprouted to life with glowing lamplight. 

"Whoa! Why didn't I see that town before?" he wondered out loud as he eyed the vibrant, old west city in the distance. He could hear rowdy laughter and the gallops of horses as the sounds of the active city echoed through the mountainside. "This place is really authentic!" 

Heath admired the star-filled sky for a few moments, zipped up, and headed back to the house, shivering from the cold fall air. He noticed a nagging grating at the back of his neck as he stepped onto the porch. As he walked back into the house he carefully pulled the front door shut behind him and looked over his body for injuries from the earlier spill out of the car. He rotated his neck and bent his joints, worried about the upcoming Lacrosse season, but seemed to be in perfectly good shape. Damn, I'm lucky, he thought. He was startled by a tap on the shoulder.

"Shit, you scared me!" Heath said to Sheri, who laughed with satisfaction and twirled a blonde strand of hair playfully between her fingers. "Have you seen Megan?"

"Yeah, I've seen Megan. I saw her when you first arrived, silly!" Sheri said with a girlish giggle.

"Ha, ha, but seriously?"

"Okay, cowboy. I'll take you to your little lady. She's right up there," Sheri said as she pointed up the winding stair case. 

"She's upstairs, huh?" Heath replied suspiciously. 

"Why, of course she is," Sheri assured him with a sudden slap on the ass. She moved in for a whiff of his scent and reached down to feel the bulge between his legs. He stood silent for a brief moment- just long enough to let his erection begin to swell out against the fabric of his pants. 

"Oh my!" Sheri said as she gazed at him through her iridescent blue eyes. "Do you have a snake in your trousers?

Heath's heart began pounding with excitement and he reluctantly pulled her hand away from his crotch. "Will you take me to Megan, please?"

"Fine," Sheri said, pouting with disappointment. "Right this way." She led the way up the steep staircase and began lifting her dress. 

"Sorry, cowboy, but I don't want to trip," Sheri explained as she hoisted the ruffled yellow fabric high into the air, revealing the backs of her smooth, pale thighs and the bottoms of her butt cheeks. Her white stockings were secured above her knees with shiny blue ribbons. 

Heath ogled her for the entire ascent, unable to look away or keep his mouth shut. They reached the top of the stairs and Sheri pointed to a nearby door. "Go ahead, she's waiting for you in there."

Heath reluctantly creaked the door open and Sheri shoved him the rest of the way, causing him to stumble through the darkness and fall onto the bed. She pulled the door shut behind her, locked it with a skeleton key, and placed the key carefully on a nearby table. 

Heath sat up on the bed in panic, trying to make out the figures in the room. With the strike of a match the room was illuminated. Sheri carefully lit the wall sconces, filling the space with a soft orange glow and revealing that her giggling companions, Bettie and Rosie, had been standing near the bed the entire time.

The three voracious young women stood shoulder-to-shoulder and approached him with intent. "Hey now," Heath reasoned as they closed in. "What about Mr. Mackay?" 

The women giggled in unison. "Don't worry, hon," Sheri assured him. "He passed out cold," Bettie added. "He probably won't wake up until Monday!" Rosie chimed in, causing the other women to laugh knowingly. They circled Heath and pried at his red and black striped shirt.

"This is a funny shirt for a cowboy," Sheri said as she slipped her fingers under the fabric at his waist and slowly pulled it up from his abs. He felt the tingle of female fingers exploring his chest and stroking it with desire. They began working on his belt as his shirt was lifted over his face, temporarily blinding him.

"For the record, I never consented to any of this. I have a girlfriend," he said, with his voice muffled by the shirt. The women laughed in response.

"Oh, sugar, you're going to have to do better than that," Sheri assured him. "Dinner with the town millionaires is always a tease. They get drunk and pass out- we never get to have any fun. We're going to take it out on you, cowboy. Isn't that right girls?"

"Right!" Bettie and Rose replied in unison as they ripped away Heath's belt and pulled his pants over his ankles. Sheri tossed his shirt across the room and gazed at him as he sat before them in his underwear.

"I've never seen britches like these before," Sheri said with curiosity as she eyed Heath's designer briefs and took his bulge into the palm of her hand. He groaned in pleasure as the women explored the fabric of his underwear and admired the length of his swelling cock. 

"Why don't you sit back and make yourself comfortable?" Sheri suggested. She made her way to the front of the bed, hand-in-hand with her companions and they began to help each other out of their dresses. Heath eyed the skeleton key on the nearby table and considered making a run for it. 

How in the hell am I going to explain this? he wondered, as he imagined himself running down the hallway in his underwear and yelling out for Megan. He turned his attention back to the strip show and reconsidered his escape plan.

They carefully untied their lace-trim corsets and piled them neatly on the floor as Heath watched with growing interest. The candle light peered through their flowing white undergarments, making them transparent and revealing the curves of their generous breasts, which jiggled temptingly beneath the fabric as they laughed at Heath's mouth-gaped reaction. 

"Okay girls, let's show him what he came to see," Sheri suggested as she slowly lowered her white chemise over her shoulders and down to her waist, revealing a startling pair of naturally large breasts. She let the garment fall to her feet and covered her crotch with a smile. 

Rosie followed suit and dropped her gown, showing off the fact that she was no less endowed. A smattering of freckles lined her chest and she jiggled her breasts in front of his leering eyes, causing her wavy red hair to shimmer over her shoulders. 

Bettie rounded out the three-girl striptease and gleefully showed off her large pale breasts, reaching up with a hand to pinch each of her nipples and protectively covering her crotch just like the others. They stood before him wearing nothing but their white knee-high stockings and smiles.

"Don't be shy, ladies," Heath encouraged as he folded his arms behind his head and lay back against the headboard. He was now fully invested, with a raging hard-on, and dying to see every naked inch of their bodies.

"Julia has strict house rules, requiring us to shave . . .down there," Sheri explained. "She insists we do it for health reasons. We'd rather not show it off- the men in this town down care much for a hairless woman."

"Well, the men in this town are crazy. I love it!" Heath assured her. "Hell, I hardly ever see pubic hair on the girls in college, that's the style. Megan sure isn't convinced, though."

"You are an unusual man," Sheri replied with amusement. "Very well, girls," Sheri said, sharing a nervous smile with her companions. They revealed themselves one-by-one and giggled as Heath ogled there smoothly shaven labias. His cock threatened to pop out of his briefs as he leaned forward for a better look.

"You can do whatever you want to us, cowboy," Sheri offered. "I'm assuming you'd like to mount us one at a time. Just let me know what order you prefer."

"One at a time?" Heath replied with disappointment. "That's not really what I had in mind. We need to make this quick or we're going to get busted. Would you ladies be willing to team up?"

"Team up?" Sheri replied with curiosity. "How would you have us do that?"

"Haven't you seen porn?" 

"Porn?" The ladies all replied in unison. 

"Did you mean to say corn? Like pleasing us with corn cobs?" Sheri asked.

"No, not corn," Heath replied with a laugh. "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do. It'll be just like that casting couch website. Why don't you turn around and bend over for me?"

They shrugged their shoulders in agreement and turned their backs, giving him a view of of their deliciously round asses and smiled at him over their shoulders. The ladies proceeded bend over as he instructed and showed off their throbbing slits as he watched with widened eyes. He decided there was no harm to in helping himself to a feel. The reality of Sheri's offer to let him to "anything" he wanted to them was starting to sink in, arousing him with power.

"Ooooo," the women cooed to him as he explored the curves of their asses and slid his fingers down the cracks of their pussies for a feel of their gushing wetness. 

"You girls are making me nice and hard, let me show you. Why don't you get on your knees?" Heath suggested. He threw a paranoid look over his shoulder at the door, hoping that Megan wasn't nearby and he felt a tinge of guilt. 

Fuck it, I almost died tonight. Life's too short! he reasoned. He gulped in surprise as the ladies took to their knees, demonstrating that they were more than happy to follow his orders. 

Heath hopped off the bed and stood over them with a clear outline of his erection pressing against the fabric of his briefs . He reached down for a generous handful of pillowy breasts, squeezing and admiring them. The women looked up at him with excitement as he massaged their big tits and played with their nipples, making himself even harder.

"Do you want to see it?" Heath asked them. 

"Yes!" they replied enthusiastically. They slowly peeled his briefs down from his waist and his hard cock popped out and bobbed in front of their smiling faces. They quickly went to work, reaching for a feel of his seven swollen inches and tightened balls. Their tongues worked in unison with more skill than he was expecting.

"Whoa," Heath said with a groan of pleasure. "You girls really do know how to team up, after all, don't you?"

"Your privates are so clean and well groomed, we just can't get enough of them!" Sheri exclaimed, with confirming nods from her girlfriends. Bettie and Rosie circled their tongues on his balls while Sheri showed him just how far she could hide his cock into her throat. Heath bit his lip, struggling to keep quiet and avoid howling in pleasure. 

Sheri enthusiastically bobbed her head on his shaft, covering him in shiny spit and sending a dangle of drool down her chin. She graciously rotated, allowing Bettie and Rosie to fill their throats with his generous endowment and enjoyed a greedy ball-slurping for herself. The skillful three-girl blowjob nearly brought Heath to a premature climax and he quickly intervened. 

"Okay, Rosie Red. I want you to lay on your back with your head right here at the edge of the bed," Heath instructed her. She gladly hopped on to the bed and lay on her back, looking up at him in anticipation as her long red hair hung off the edge of the bed.

"What can I do?" Sheri asked with jealousy. 

"You're going to climb up, in the opposite direction, and bend over. I'm going to fuck you first, Sheri," Heath promised, causing her eyes to light up with delight. She hopped on top of Rosie in a 69 position and bent in his direction, showing off her dripping wet cunt. 

This is crazy! They're doing everything I say!, Heath thought to himself. Time to take it up a notch. He turned to Bettie, who was waiting patiently at his side patiently. Her dark brown hair flowed over her shoulders, nearly covering big big round breasts.

"Bettie Boop, why don't you get on your knees behind me and lick my ass?" He waited for a tense second, hoping that he hadn't gone too far.

"Okay!" Bettie replied, brimming with enthusiasm and grateful to receive her assignment. She kneeled behind him as he approached the bed, nuzzling her nose between his butt cheeks and poking out her tongue.

Heath rested his balls against Rosie's waiting lips and gripped Sheri's hips, pressing the tip of his cock against her wet pussy and dipping into her with his first satisfying thrust. The sensations were unlike anything Heath had ever experienced and he was not short on experience. His slid his cock into Sheri's tight, hot pussy while tongues massaged his balls and ass relentlessly. Sheri trembled in pleasure and buried her face in Rosie's lap while Heath fucked her hard. 

Heath continued to thrust until the stimulation was getting to be too much. Worried that he was going to cum right there and then, he quickly pulled back. 

"Rosie why don't you hop on and have a ride?" Heath suggested. He sat at the edge of the bed and Rosie gratefully sat in his lap, moaning and rubbing her breasts as she slid onto his throbbing boner. Sheri and Bettie kneeled in front for some playful ball-sharing. They licked and sucked on Health's sack until he couldn't take it anymore. 

Heath's breathing quickened and he began grunting in lust as he helped Rosie off of his cock and lifted Bettie to her feet, eager to give her a turn. He bent Bettie over onto the bed and Rosie gripped his shaft to help position him into Bettie's dripping crack. 

He plunged aggressively into beautiful Bettie and Sheri continued to persistently gravitate towards his balls as if she couldn't get enough of his big wet sack. She sucked on his balls and rubbed her face against them, covering herself in her own sticky spit as Bettie enveloped his veiny erection into the tight folds of her cunt and moaned wildly. 

"You girls are going to make me cum if you keep it up," Heath warned them. His cock was harder than he had ever experienced and his heart thumped rapidly as he enjoyed an excessive orgy focused entirely on him.

Sheri giggled knowingly as she rubbed the tip of her nose against his perineum and allowed his balls to rest on the bridge of her nose. "Isn't that the point?" she asked as she pulled his cock out of Bettie and stuck it into her mouth, allowing him to slide in deep and fuck her throat as hard as he wanted while his balls bounced against her chin. Rosie poked her tongue against his asshole from behind while Sheri gagged on his cock, a final move that had him begging for release.

"You girls are too much, I'm about to blow," Heath warned as he pulled away from the eager women and carefully positioned them on their knees at the edge of the bed. 

He towered over them with his throbbing manhood and they proceeded to devour him and cover him in their spit as they took turns gagging on his length and swirled their tongues on his sack as a team. They expertly jerked his slobbered cock and extended their tongues expectantly.

"Holy shit, you really want it, don't you?" Heath asked as he clenched his toes in anticipation. 

"Thats right, cowboy, we want to be covered in it!" Sheri begged.

Heath began jerking himself over their extended tongues. They huddled their faces cheek-to-cheek and their big natural breasts to squished together. The sight of three beautiful and willing recipients begging for his load was too much for him and he braced himself for an impending climax. Heath groaned loudly and splattered their foreheads with thick white ropes of cum, causing them to gasp and giggle. He squirted relentlessly, thanks to a two-day build-up, and watched on in surprise as continued excessive spurts of pearly liquid artfully decorated their noses, lips, and tongues. 

"You made quite a mess!" Sheri said to him with a raised, cum-streaked, eyebrow.

"It's okay, girls, you look beautiful," Heath assured them. "You can always clean it off. Sheri, why don't you run your tongue across the other girls faces and have a taste?"

"That is a strange request, but, OK!" Sheri replied with enthusiasm. She got the party started by sucking up a dangling cum-splatter from Bettie's chin. The other girls followed her lead, enjoying greedy tongue swipes of cum across each others faces and swallowing what they could. It turned into a full-blown, cum-filled makeout session before Heath's eyes, nearly making him hard again.

Heath suddenly came to his senses about his indiscretions and he covertly slipped back into his clothes while the women continued to play with his cum. 

"One, two, Freddie's cumming for you," Heath said to himself. He chuckled at his clever movie reference as he zipped up his pants. 

"Three, four, better lock the-" he reached towards table to see that the skeleton key was missing. "What the?"

Heath turned to the women, expecting to see them on their knees and found a towering Mr. Mackay standing in their place. A cowardly yelp escaped from Heath's mouth just before a gloved hand reached out to grip his throat.

"Please, Mister. I'm sorry!" Heath gurgled desperately. The skinny Mr. Mackay displayed enormous and unexpected strength, nearly crushing Heath's windpipe and turning his face bright red.

"Oh, it's okay, Mr. Krueger," Mr. MacKay replied with dead black eyes and he tightened his grip and lifted Heath off of his feet. "I assume you are carrying enough silver pieces to pay me back for the ladies, whom I had reserved well before you this evening?"

Heath shook his head in the negative and clutched at Mr. Mackay's fingers, helpless to pry them from his throat. He gasped desperately for air and his feet swung wildly, landing ineffective kicks.

The door suddenly burst open and two enormous men took Heath into custody. Their faces were shrouded in the shadows of their miner's hats and their belts were equipped with rusty pickaxes. Mr. Mackay released him into their waiting arms and they wrapped a dirty bandanna tightly over his head, creasing it between his jaw like a gag as he attempted to let out muffled yells for help. 

"You're a newcomer, lad, so allow me explain how things work in our fair city," Mr. Mackay began as he got in Heath's face, giving him a good smell of rotten breath. 

"If you can't pay, then you work. I'm expecting you to pay me back ten times what you stole from me tonight and you'll do it in the silver mines. You'll find yourself amongst good company. You weren't the first young fool to come under my debt and you certainly weren't the first to do it by way of the prostitutes."

Heath gargled obscenities and tried to escape the iron grasp of his captors while Mr. Mackay enjoyed a maniacal laugh at his expense. He decided to pull away the gag and listen to Heath's last words.

"Wait, they tricked me! The trapped me in the room and locked the door!" Heath explained desperately, hoping to get off on a technicality. 

Mr. Mackay looked back at him coldly and motioned with his fingers. Suddenly, one of the miners reached for a nearby chair and dragged it behind Health, plopping him down on it. The miners assumed their positions behind Heath and held his arms behind the chair tightly while Mr. Mackay paced in front of him. 

"I don't have any silver, but my parents will pay you anything you want!" Heath offered. 




Haunted House of Ill Repute



"Let me explain something else about our fair city," Mr. Mackay began, ignoring Heath's offer as he reached into his pocket and produced a shiny silver dollar coin. "We like to gamble. Are you a gambling man, Mr. Krueger?" he asked as he carefully rotated the coin, showing off the classic Seated-Liberty on the heads-side and an eagle on the tails-side.

"Sure, I'll gamble, if it means you'll let me go," Heath begged. 

"Very well then. We'll keep it nice and simple. I'll toss the coin and you can call it in the air. If you call correctly, I'll forgive your debt and let you go running back to your little girlfriend, who's getting quite the lay of the land from what I understand. If you lose, then you will work off your debt in the mines. I don't want your money, lad, I want your labor. How else will you learn your lesson?" Mr. Mackay asked with an evil grin.

"Fine!" Heath agreed desperately. He considered yelling out for help, but waited to see if he could pull off a win and avoid agitating the men who so clearly overpowered over him. 

Mr. Mackay flipped the coin with his gloved-thumb and it spun excessively, rising and falling in near slow-motion as Heath yelled out "Heads!" and subsequently filled the room with the sound his pounding heart. 

The coin bounced against the wooden floorboards and rotated for a final turn at his feet before it landed flatly. A dreaded silver eagle stared back at Heath, mocking him from the floor. Before he had a chance to yell out, the miners gagged him and lifted him from the chair as he squirmed and kicked. 

"Oh, Mr. Krueger, settle down. Save your energy for the mines. You're going to need every ounce of it, I assure you. He's all yours," Mr. Mackay instructed his goons, who proceeded to drag Heath towards the bedroom door.

With an extended leg Heath managed to weave his foot between the wooden spindles of the chair, dragging it along with him as it squealed against the floorboards. The chair successfully blocked his passing through the threshold and he flexed the muscles of his leg, watching the wooden spindles begin to bend around his foot. 

With a final, hard tug from his captors the chair splintered at his foot, sending a jolt of incredible pain up his leg. His feet crashed to the hallway floor and proceeded to slide against the creaking boards and thud against the stairs as they dragged him down to first floor. Heath's eyes scrambled for signs of life as they passed through the foyer and there was none to be found. He yelled out muffled pleas for help under his gag as they pulled him through the front door and out into the cold night air where a familiar stagecoach awaited him. 

From his perch in the driver's box, the stagecoach driver turned to look down on Heath, staring at him with glowing eyes of molten lava and sending a trickle of urine down Heath's leg.

The exposed bones and flesh on the hands of his captors suddenly became apparent in the moonlight and they pulled him through the door of the stagecoach and onto his seat. Escorting him on both sides, the miners took their seats and the smell of their rotting bodies filled the cabin with an unbearable stench as they continued to restrain his arms. 

Heath looked back to the house and noticed an illuminated figure in second floor window... it was Megan. She stood by the window tensely still as Julia towered over her from behind. Julia suddenly turned to the window, looking down at the stagecoach with a smile, and quickly pulled velvet curtain shut.

"Megan! Megan!" Heath continued to yell hopelessly from the cabin. 

The driver cracked his whip and and the horses galloped ferociously, sending them flying down the mountain road towards the pitch black of the silver mines where Heath would carry out his sentence among the rest of the toiling damned. 

The Lady of the Evening

Julia grasped Megan's hand and led her down the dimly lit hallway to a bookshelf, which seemed like an odd place for it to be. Julia took out a book and the shelf opened wide enough to allow passage. Once on the other side, Megan saw a breathtaking spiral staircase that seemed to lead all the way up to darkness and forever. Megan sucked in her breath and flinched, shocked by Julia's cold hand and another odd, anxious feeling she couldn't quite figure out. 

"Oh, I'm sorry dear, I'm afraid I've had a bit of a chill lately. I am taking you behind the scenes of Julia's Palace. That secret entryway that we went though is privy to only us ladies," Julia said as she smiled back at Megan. "I'd be much obliged to know what brings you into our friendly little town?"

"Well, Heath and I were driving from our hotel in Reno, on our way to a Halloween party. The crash happened so quick, the memories are a little fuzzy. I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to use your phone. Does the room up there have one? I really need to call the police about our crash and -"

"But the Sheriff is already well aware of your predicament and I assure you that none of the men in town are in any condition to be of any help to you this evening." 

"Really? That drunk is the sheriff, seriously?!" Megan replied, now panicked. Julia turned around to face Megan, and gently brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. Megan couldn't help but steal a glance at Julia's beautifully round breasts. Embarrassed, she quickly looked down at the floor and felt a surge of excitement between her legs as Julia stepped in a little closer. 

"My dear, your accident sounds so horrible and your clothes are torn, tattered really. Did you suffer injury?" she asked as she lightly traced her fingers along a large, intended slash in the dress above Megan's abdomen and then fingered the torn hemline that reached just below the curves of Megan's ass as she circled behind her. 

"I'm fine I guess, just a little freaked out by everything that's happened today," Megan replied.

"I've never seen such a curious outfit before. What do you call it?" Julia was now almost pressed into Megan's back and the feel her breath sent excited shivers down Megan's neck.

"My costume is called Sexy Freddy. It's actually torn on purpose and-" Megan stammered nervously, her sense of touch heightened as Julia moved in even closer behind her. Megan closed her eyes, trying to stay focused as her knees started to weaken. "I just need-" 

Her eyes snapped open and Julia was suddenly in front of her again. "We all need and it will all be okay," Julia consoled as she cupped Megan's face in her hands. "Trust me. Here, I want to show you around." 

Julia turned to ascend the steep, spiral staircase with Megan trailing behind. As they slowly moved up, Megan noticed soft glowing candles coming from the floor above, lighting their way. When they arrived at the second floor, the vast and curious hallway stretched in both directions for what seemed like miles and the staircase went up even further. They stepped forward into the hallway ahead.

"How..how big is this place?" Megan asked, with fear and excitement getting caught in her throat. "It didn't look this big from outside."

"Oh yes, everyone who comes here says that. But there are days where it doesn't seem large enough. This way."

Julia led Megan to a step stool and as Megan squinted to see even further, she noticed several precariously placed stools lining the hallway.

"I want you to stand on that stool and carefully slide the small wooden door open." Julia suggested unexpectedly. Megan confused, was about to ask her why when she froze. She heard muffled voices and laughter on the other side of the wall. 

"My dear, please. I promise you won't regret it."

Megan climbed onto the step stool and carefully slid the tiny door open. There were two holes, about eyes width, that she could peer through.

"I don't get it," Megan whispered. "You want me to spy on them?"

"Just look."

Megan continued to look through the peephole. 

In the room she saw a woman, not much older than herself dressed in a similar Victorian-style dress as Julia's. Her milky, soft tits spilled out of the top of her dress. Behind her stood a handsome man with dark hair and light blue eyes. He reached around to grab the woman's breasts and pinched her pink nipples as he playfully bit the side of her neck. Megan gasped in surprise at the unexpected scene. 

The woman reached up with her arms to encircle the man's neck as she moaned in pleasure and suddenly looked up to make eye contact with Megan. Megan froze, worried that she had been spotted, yet unable to look away. The woman then turned around to face the mysterious man and got on her knees, causing Megan to let out a sigh of relief.

"May I play with your cock now? I've been a very good girl and I want my reward," she pouted. The man groaned and nodded. She looked up at him and smiled as she carefully took out what Megan could only guess was 9 or even 10 inches of a thick, raging hard-on and watched as the woman stroked his shaft and then licked the tip of his throbbing head. 

"Oh Colin, look at you. You're so big and you look about ready to burst for me!" she giggled. "I understand Julia has a fun evening planned with you and a new recruit and my job is to make sure that you'll last nice and long. I have strict orders to coax a nice big load from you. Do you think you can give it to me?" 

Megan's pussy was beginning to throb as she watched them. She moved her hand under her dress and started to touch herself over her thong, completely forgetting she was spying on two people getting it on while she stood in a dark hallway with a mysterious host. The woman took Colin's thick manhood in her hand and licked the base of it, slowly moving her way up and circling the tip for another taste.

"Do you like that, Colin? Do you like it when I lick that big, fat cock of yours?" she asked.

"Oh god yes. I want more," he replied. 

The woman took Colin's balls into her hand as she began to swallow his shaft. She lunged her head back and forth, taking him fully into her throat and finally came up for air. His cock was covered in spit and she stroked it as she sucked on his balls. He reached down and grabbed her voluptuous breasts.

"I bet you want to fuck my tits now, don't you? I might let you do that after I play with your cock a little more. Are you excited to take this big, hard cock of yours and fuck the new girl's tight, wet pussy with it?"

"Mmmmm.... yes, but not until I finish with you," Colin replied with a devilishly handsome grin. 

The woman then grabbed his cock and rubbed it on her face greedily and then down to her nipples. She sandwiched his cock in between her ample breasts, enveloping him, and began to move them up and down against his shaft. She licked the tip of his engorged member, tasting his pre-cum each time it sprang up from her bosom and drooled down into her chest to keep it nice and slippery for him.

"I want you're sticky cum all over my tits, Captain!" 

Colin groaned in pleasure as streams of his white cum spurted up from between the woman's chest and splashed against her chin. She giggled playfully as a cascade of semen dripped down her neck and pooled at the crack of her cleavage. 

Megan let out a barely audible sound of surprise and desire and grabbed the sides of her dress, lifting it high enough to where Julia could see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Not knowing what came over her, she let out another soft moan and lifted it a little higher, wanting to be exposed and explored as she slipped her fingers under her panties to relieve all of her pent-up tension. 

Suddenly she heard Julia's voice behind her, "My, you are a horny, dirty girl."

Megan gasped suddenly remembering where she was; she felt hot with embarrassment. 

"You know, I like that about you. Follow me, I've got something else I want to show you."

Completely forgetting about the car and needing to use the phone, Megan smoothed out her dress and followed Julia to the next stop on their journey, excited by what she was going to see next.

"Behind these walls, my girls are working to keep the townsmen happy," Julia went on to explain. "Happy townsmen means more money and safety for us. I have this passageway here to make sure that my girls are being treated like ladies and with respect. Each of them has their own specialty . We are the best bordello west of the Mississippi and I aim to keep it that way. Go ahead, have another peep," Julia offered as they stopped in front of another stepstool.

Megan got on the stool and slid open the door to peer into the room. The scene before her was one of Julia's ladies on her knees, bending over on the bed as a man licked her asshole while inserting two fingers into her dripping, wet pussy. In front of her, another man was teasing her lips with the tip of his shaft. She watched with a gaping mouth as the woman found herself filled at both ends with hard cock and writhing with pleasure. 

"Let's keep moving - we have a ways to go," Julia instructed. Megan nearly pouted in frustration, hoping to linger at the scene for more voyeuristic thrills. She stepped down, feeling hornier than she ever felt in her life. 

Further down the hallway they stopped in front of yet another step stool. This time, Julia helped herself to a peek while Megan looked up at her anxiously. Julia quickly stepped down with a grin.

"What? What is it?"

"Oh, that is just a lucky customer, enjoying three of my loveliest ladies. He must be a big spender. I don't want to disturb them. Let's move on."

Megan's eyes widened. She was very turned on by the possibility of multiple women teaming up on a single man and desperately wanted to have a look. She followed after Julia in frustration down the hall.

"Of course to work here, there is some training that everyone needs to go through - I teach my girls how to swallow a cock deep, what to do with two cocks at a time, hell, sometimes three. Each of these girls has mastered the art of pleasure - not only with the clients but with each other as well." Julia suddenly turned to Megan. "You have sexual experience I take it?"

"Umm... yes, actually, I haven't had too many partners though..."

"And have you enjoyed yourself? One of those partners was your cute young boyfriend, I presume?"

"Yeah," Megan confirmed with a look of disappointment. "He's really hot, but selfish."

"Are you and Heath serious?"

"No, there was a time where I thought I wanted to be, but lately, I think it's best if we're not together at all. He's kind of an ass and I'm starting to realize that we could never make each other happy. Sometimes all we do is bicker and it gets boring after a while. And -" Megan continued nervously, "- I think that he's been seeing another girl at school on the side. I'm sorry, I hardly know you and I'm spilling my guts!"

"Don't be sorry. I asked, after all. I have something that will cheer you right up and make you forget about your troubles." 

As Julia took her hand, Megan felt a sudden jolt radiate through her body and soak her panties. She didn't know what was coming over her, but she no longer cared. She was excited with anticipation to see what the next room would hold. A few moments later they stood outside a locked door. Julia presented a key and the door gave a loud, audible click that reverberated down the hallway. 

"Welcome to the master bedroom," Julia said as she held open the door. Megan stepped in and gasped - the room was exquisite and large. Chandeliers dripped with soft light and a fireplace roared on the other side. Antique furnishings dotted the room, from the velvet-tufted chaise to the stunning armoire. The walls hung tasteful, yet pornographic paintings. The centerpiece was an ornate, four-posted canopy bed. 

"Please have a seat anywhere you like," Julia instructed as she opened up a crystal decanter and poured the inky, purple contents into two glasses. She handed one to Megan. "This should warm you right up," Julia said as she gave Megan her glass. Megan inhaled its scent and noted a bouquet of violets, spice, and dark berry jam and took a sip. Whatever remaining reservations Megan had about the accident and being at the stage house suddenly disappeared. 

Julia approached Megan slowly and took her glass to set it down on a nearby table. "Now, about this sexy Ted or Fred dress. I have something a little more flattering for your figure if you would like to try it on," Julia offered to Megan. 

Megan nodded and Julia disappeared into a closet only to emerge a few moments later with a stunning red dress, similar in style to her own. She had Megan stand in front of a full-length mirror and held the dress up in front of her. "Well, what do you think?" Julia inquired. Megan stared at her reflection with the dress and loved what she saw. 

"Yes," Megan replied. "It's so beautiful."

"Excellent. Now let me help you get out of your...whatever you call it," Julia offered. Megan gulped, excited and not knowing what to expect. Julia carefully draped the red dress over the arm of a settee and stood behind Megan. 

Megan stared back at their reflection in the mirror as Julia started to lift Megan's dress. Julia suddenly stopped and looked out the bedroom window. She eyed a stagecoach that was parked in the front lawn and quickly pulled the velvet curtain shut. "I apologize, I didn't realize we were standing right at the window. All better. Raise your arms please," Julia said as she returned to her spot behind Megan. 

Megan did as instructed and her dress came over the top of her head. She was left wearing only her thong and knee-high boots. Julia threw Megan's dress to the floor. Megan's nipples hardened and her pussy soaked her tiny thong as she stood on display in front of the mirror. 

"Oh my, this is an interesting undergarment," Julia teased as she hooked one of her fingers around the top part Megan's thong, slowly removing the string from between her ass cheeks. Megan let out a small sigh as Julia proceeded to remove the thong, moving it slowly down from Megan's waist. Megan felt Julia's hot breath on her ass and watched in the mirror as Julia's finger traced her dripping wetness from the inside of her thigh, stopping short of her throbbing labia. Julia licked her finger. 

"You taste delicious but we must do something about this hair. I like my girls clean-shaven," Julia said as she suddenly pressed her finger into Megan's slit, causing her to moan. "Do you like it when I touch you like that?"

"Yes," Megan groaned, clenching her hands at her sides. 

"Do you want more?" Julia asked, pressing harder. 

"Yes!" Megan gasped, "Please, I want more!" 

"Then be a good girl - take off your boots and follow me," Julia instructed. Megan did as she was told and followed Julia into an adjoining room filled with the scent of lavender and roses. In the middle of the room a maid was filling a bathtub with steamy water. Megan looked at the maid with embarrassment and covered herself.

"Get in, don't be shy," Julia told Megan. 

Megan could feel the eyes of the beautiful young maid surveying her naked body as she stepped into the tub, one foot at a time, wincing at the heat. She slowly eased herself in the rest of the way and hugged her knees close to her chest. 

The maid approached Julia to help her out of her dress and carefully hung it up as Julia stepped out of her chemise. Megan admired the sexy curves of Julia's naked body, envious of how her breasts bounced with each step - while Megan definitely was endowed with beautiful c-cups, Julia's must have been at least a double-d. 

"Do you mind if I join you?" Julia asked as she stepped into the tub and stood over Megan. The maid suddenly appeared at the side of the tub with a small cart. Julia reached into a pot of hot water and pulled out a straight-razor, causing Megan to look up in fear. 




Haunted House of Ill Repute



"My dear - not to worry! I want you to shave me and then I'll do the same for you." Julia requested. Megan breathed a sigh of relief and nervously took the razor from Julia. 

"I've never used one of these," she warned Julia. 

"Don't worry, you'll do fine," Julia assured her as she moved forward in the tub, positioning her naked pussy in front of Megan's face and looking down on her with a grin.

"Do you have any shaving cream or soap?" Megan asked.

"Yes, silly me, how could I forget?" Julia replied as she reached towards the cart. "Here it is," Julia said, presenting Megan with rose-scented shaving soap. "Well, go ahead, don't be shy."

Megan set down the razor and soap momentarily and got on her knees in front of Julia. She then cupped her hands and filled them with water and brought them up to Julia's vagina. She hesitated for a moment, suddenly feeling how surreal everything was. Julia looked at her expectantly and gave her a reassuring smile. Megan then brought her cupped hands to Julia's pussy and gently splashed the water on her. Julia took one foot out of the water and put it on the edge of the tub, spreading herself slightly and allowing Megan to get even closer. 

Megan reached for the soap when Julia stopped her. "I want you to taste me first," Julia commanded and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers. Megan inched forward and tasted Julia's wet opening. She swirled her tongue and slowly moved it toward her clit. Julia's sweet smell filled Megan's nostrils, driving her wild with lust. Never before had she been with a woman outside of kissing. She began to move her hand under the water to touch herself when Julia grabbed her chin. "There will be plenty of time for that. Now shave me."

Megan reluctantly grabbed the soap, creating a lather in her hands. She carefully placed the lather all over Julia's wet pubic area and then nervously began with the shaving. Each stroke of the razor revealed a perfectly smooth patch of skin. Julia looked down and admired Megan's handiwork. "Very good. Now it's your turn," Julia said as she slowly emerged herself in the tub, her breasts buoyant in the water. 

Megan stood up, shivering in the cold air. "You're going to have to try and stay still," Julia remarked, with soap in one hand and the razor in the other. Megan gulped and closed her eyes, trying to remain perfectly still. "Good girl."

Julia lifted one of Megan's legs, guiding it to the edge of the tub, and rubbed the shaving soap on her pussy. Megan nearly fainted at Julia's touch. Her pussy and clit felt like they were throbbing. Suddenly, she felt the hot metal blade on her skin and sucked in her breath as each stroke left her hairless. A few moments later, she felt Julia splash warm water on her and looked down. "Do you like it?" Julia asked, her hand remaining cupped under Megan's hot, wet vagina. 

Megan, speechless, nodded and watched as Julia took her clit into her mouth and sucked on it. Megan moaned with pleasure. Julia stroked Megan's slit and teased her opening while Megan held onto Julia's head for balance and support. She was on the verge of climaxing when Julia suddenly, and cruelly, stopped. "Not yet. I have a surprise waiting for you."

Julia stood up and stepped out of the tub, her skin glistening wet and her beautiful round ass on display. "Now, in the next room, we have an important guest to entertain," Julia announced. "Have you ever participated in a menage-a-trois?" 

"You mean a threesome?" Megan replied, taken aback, yet very turned on by the suggestion. 

"Yes. I can tell by your reaction that you haven't. That's ok. Just follow my instruction," Julia said, helping Megan out of the tub. Megan was incapable of forming any words of resistance. She would do anything that Julia asked if it meant relieving herself from all of the pent-up frustration. The anticipation of following Julia into the room, where the mystery guest waiting, drove her mad with desire.

"Do you have a towel?" Megan asked. 

Julia smirked, "No, I'm afraid not. Our guest just so happens to be a visiting sea captain. He likes it when we're wet." 

Megan looked at Julia nervously and was met with a finger on her freshly-shaved pussy. "Now be a good girl, I promise that you will have the time of your life," Julia said as she massaged Megan's slit and kissed her full on the lips, her tongue exploring Megan's mouth. Julia pulled away and brushed Megan's hair away from her face. "Remember, you are to do exactly what I say in the bedroom, understood?" Megan nodded and followed Julia to the door.

When Megan stepped into the master bedroom, she saw the same handsome young man from the first hallway peephole sitting on the settee in front of the mirror. He saw Megan's reflection in the mirror and smiled at her. She noticed the bulge between his pants was already beginning to swell. 

"Colin," Julia announced, "Let me introduce to you my new friend, Megan." Julia placed Megan directly in front of Colin so that she was only a few feet away from him. She stood fully nude before him with her heart pounding heavily. 

"Much obliged," Colin said as he stood up to take Megan's hand. He brought it up to his lips and gave her a lingering kiss that sent an electric wave through her body and sat back down, facing the mirror. Julia stood behind Megan and began to take Megan's tits in her hands, grabbing them and pinching her nipples. Megan let out a soft moan as one of Julia's hands moved down from her breast and began to massage her pussy.

Megan let out another sound as Colin watched them in the reflection, his bulge growing even bigger. "Megan, I think our guest is enjoying the show. Do you mind if he watches us while we play?"

"I don't mind," Megan said, in a barely audible whisper. She could see in the reflection that Colin was taking his huge, thick cock out of his pants. "I want you to bend over on the bed and show our guest what a pretty, pink little pussy you have." 

Megan climbed onto the bed and bent over, turning her head to watch in the mirror as Julia playfully slapped her on the ass. Julia stood at the side of the bed to squeeze Megan's swollen labia and helped herself to a taste of Megan's juices. "Mmmmmm.... you taste so sweet." She then licked Megan's asshole and reached under to massage her clit. Megan was moaning softly and trembling from the sensations. "I think Colin should have a little taste. Don't you?" Julia inquired.

"Yes, please!" Megan replied. 

Colin smiled and stood up from his seat. He approached the bed, slowing pressing his tongue against Megan's slit and enjoying her taste. As Colin continued to tease Megan with his tongue, Julia got on her knees in front of him to take his cock and balls into her hands. She swallowed his sword expertly and bobbed up and down on his incredible length with wet slurping sounds that Megan could hear from the bed, causing her to drip with excitement. 

"Megan, I think I need you to help me with this massive cock," Julia requested. Colin watched with satisfaction as Megan turned around and joined Julia on her knees in front of the bed.

Julia took Colin's thick, ten-inch shaft in her hand and began to stroke it in front of Megan's widened eyes. "Megan, I want to watch you put him in your mouth." Megan complied and took just over half of him in her throat. She hadn't experienced anything quite this large before and she loved the challenge. She dipped him into her throat again and again, nearly gagging as Julia fondled his balls supportively. 

Julia stood up and watched as Megan pleasured the captain for a few moments before she intervened. "Now, I want you to kneel in front of the bed and watch me ride this big hard cock."

Megan looked on with jealousy as Colin sat at the edge of the bed and Julia sat in his lap, sliding onto his massive erection while he grasped at her breasts. She quivered and moaned as Colin penetrated her and she reached out to grab Megan by the hair. 

"Now, suck on his balls and lick my pussy like a good girl," Julia instructed. 

Megan leaned in and held on to Colin's thighs supportively. His balls were big and tightened, dotted with drips of Julia's juices. Megan stuck out her tongue and lapped his sack, poking her nose into the action. She felt Julia's wet pussy lips making contact with her nose as Julia rose and fell and attempted to suck both of his balls into her mouth at the same time. Colin groaned and grunted in pleasure. 

"Be careful, they can be very sensitive," Julia instructed. Megan continued to slurp and lick his balls delicately as Julia hopped aggressively onto his veiny erection. Megan worked her way up to Julia's pussy, holding her tongue steady and allowing Julia to slide against her. Megan twirled her tongue on Julia's clit each time it came into contact and Julia moaned with satisfaction, trembling and hobbling on Colin's cock with a satisfying climax. 

Megan desperately reached between her legs and Julia hopped off the bed quickly to stop her. She took Megan by the wrists, restraining her arms behind her back and lifting her upright in front of Colin who sat with a raging erection, eyeing her with intent. 

"Don't worry, dear, we are just having a little fun with you," Julia said into Megan's ear as she pressed her hard nipples against Megan's back, causing her to let out a moan. "Is your tight little pussy throbbing with desire for us?"

"Yes," Megan replied, nearly shivering in frustration and desperate for release. 

"Do you want to feel that big, hard cock inside of you?"

"Yes, please!"

Julia took Megan by the hand and climbed onto the bed, pulling her with. She sat back against the headboard and spread her legs, guiding Megan's head into her lap. 

"Lick my pussy and prop your ass up nice and high for him," Julia demanded. Megan complied, pressing her lips against Julia's throbbing cunt and arching her ass upward. She felt Colin's rough, calloused hands exploring the curves of her ass and inner thighs and moaned loudly. 

Colin proceed to taste every inch of her dripping crack and tight little asshole while she writhed in pleasure and lapped Julia's clit submissively. Julia held on to Megan's hair tightly and moaned with satisfaction. Megan suddenly felt the round, throbbing head of Colin's massive cock threatening to penetrate her dripping pussy and yelped in suspense. He lingered for several moments, causing her to heave at him with her hips. Finally, he pushed forward, stretching her tight pussy around his manhood and sending a jolt of pleasure through every inch of her body. 

Colin gripped Megan's ass and thrusted hard. Megan pressed her face into Julia's lap firmly, rubbing her nose against her slit and covering herself in Julia's juices. She grabbed Julia's big breasts and squeezed them, nearly tearing from the intense pleasure. Her petite body hobbled each time Colin pounded forward and a surge of pleasure tingled her skin from head to toe. 

"I'm glad to see that you're enjoying yourself," Julia said to Megan as she stroked her cheek. "Let's allow him to explore even more of your tight little body." Megan looked up surprise and felt Colin pulling out of her, sliding his slippery shaft up the crack of her ass. 

"Just relax," Julia said as she gently guided Megan upright into Colin's lap. Megan felt the big throbbing head pressing firmly against her asshole and her breathing quickened. Julia stroked Megan's shoulders and cupped her breasts, smiling back at her devilishly. 

Megan slowly fell on to Colin's cock. The intense penetration had her heaving and moaning wildly. He reached around and gripped her breasts tightly and began pumping her ass while she yelled out in pleasure. Julia lay on her back and positioned her head under the action to lap at Megan's clit.

Suddenly, Colin groaned out loudly, shooting powerful spurts of semen into Megan's ass as she yelped in surprise. Julia continued lapping Megan's clit until Megan felt the eruption of an orgasm jolting through her body. She shook wildly and fell limp with satisfaction onto the bed. 

Megan's body buzzed with sensation and she drifted in and out of consciousness in Julia's arms. "You did wonderful. You show so much promise," Julia said as she held Megan and stroked her cheek. 

The Lineup

Megan awoke suddenly, lying on the bed and dressed in the red gown that Julia had selected for her. She stood up, feeling somewhat dizzy and looked in the mirror in surprise. Her appearance in the dress had an alarming effect on her, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She lifted the dress and admired a frilly white chemise and matching stockings that were tied above her knees with ribbons. 

"How do you like it?" Julia asked, causing Megan to gasp in surprise as she saw Julia pop up behind her in the reflection of the mirror. She turned to Julia with a sudden sinking feeling of guilt and regret. 

"Julia, this was great, but I should really check on Heath and figure out how we're going to get back to our hotel."

"Hotel? Nonsense. You'll be staying here tonight, of course. I insist," Julia offered as she took Megan by the wrists and tightened her grip. 

"Thanks, but I really don't feel right about that," Megan replied as she pulled against Julia's grasp and tried to back away, suddenly alarmed by Julia's persistence.

"Megan, you don't understand," Julia continued as the brown irises in her eyes seemed to wash over in a cloud of black. "There isn't anything for you out there. Your home is here. With me."

Megan began to panic. She ripped her hands away from Julia and ran out into the hallway, tripping immediately over a step stool and crashing to the floor. She looked back, relieved that Julia wasn't following her and struggled to get back on her feet. 

"Help!!!" Megan screamed as loud as she could as she proceeded to run towards the stairs. Julia's candlelit silhouette stood prominently in front of the staircase and Megan scrambled to turn around. She run back in the other direction only to bump into Julia and feel her cold hands gripping her at the shoulders.

"Don't be silly, Megan. You can't hide from me. This is my house," Julia said with the wick-fire of the candles dancing against the black of her eyes. 

Megan spotted a stool near one of the peepholes and reached for it desperately. She swung with all of her might, colliding the hard wood against Julia's head with a sickening thud. Megan scrambled towards the staircase with no idea how effective the blow with the stool might have been and unwilling to look back to find out.

"Heath! Heath!" she screamed over and over again as she stumbled down the staircase and out into the first floor hallway. She ran into the dining room, hoping to find Heath where she left him, and instead found Julia waiting patiently for her at the head of the table. 

"Stay away from me!" Megan said as she turned to run back into the hallway, towards the front door. 

"I wouldn't recommend going outside," Julia warned, her voice seeming to echo through every room in the house as Mega scrambled towards her exit. "You might not like what you see. I'm sorry to say that your body is in considerably worse condition than his."

Megan burst out into the night with tears streaming down her cheeks and ran through the front yard towards the road. She looked down at her forearm in shock, suddenly noticing a sharp protruding bone and a festering wound with dry splatters of blood.

"What did you do to me?!" Megan screamed as she turned back towards the house and fell helplessly to her knees in the yard. 

"I'm afraid it wasn't me, my dear," Julia assured her from the doorway.

"What do you mean?!" Megan yelled out as bruises and cuts began to magically appear on her legs before her eyes. She clenched her eyes shut and covered her ears, hoping to wake up from a nightmare.

Untold miles away Heath felt the stagecoach slowing and an object on the side of the road caught his eye. It was the rental car, crushed and twisted against the valley floor. The shattered glass sparkled against the moonlight and twisted limbs poked out from the wreckage. He looked over the scene in disbelief and began struggling against the hold of his captors, desperate to escape the cabin and have a closer look at the vehicle.

"Let me go, god damnit! Let me go!" he yelled. He continued his futile struggle until the wreckage slowly faded into distance. Heath suddenly noticed the gashes on his knees and the persistent grinding that seemed to be coming from back of his neck. As the realization washed over him the details of his wounds sharpened before his eyes.

The stagecoach finally reached it's destination and they pulled him out out of the cabin and onto his feet face to face with the gaping black hole of the silver mine and the long line of miserable men that were filing in. 

Heath was thrown in at the end of the line and shackled at the ankles to the reeking corpse in front of him, leaving him no choice but to step in line with the rest of miners or else be dragged. Mr. Mackay inexplicably greeted him at the mine entrance, with a tip of his top hat as he stood next to a foreman who was distributing pickaxes to the men ahead in line. 

"Where the hell am I?!" Heath asked Mr. Mackay desperately. The foreman handed off a pickaxe to the corpse in front of Heath and stood with arms folded as Heath filed past him.

"Why, the silver mines, of course, to work off your debt. I'm staring you out on the third shift," Mr. Mackay explained. "You're a little unstable to be wielding a tool right now. Do what you can with your hands, lad, and we'll see about fitting you with the proper equipment in due time, assuming you can demonstrate good behavior."

Mr. Mackay chuckled and tossed an object his way. Heath caught it and looked over his Halloween costume accessory helplessly - a mangled Freddy Krueger glove with fake plastic blades bent and twisted at the fingers. He slipped it on. 

The mine opening quickly became a small blue dot in the distance. Heath shuffled in further and further with the other miners until infinite blackness surrounded him.

"I'm sorry to break it to you this way. He did this to you, not me," Julia explained. "He drove both of you right off of that cliff, you poor thing. You wandered, as all of us have wandered, looking for your home and you have found it. Please come inside now, I will help you find your place."

"Please, make it stop!" Megan begged Julia as the nasty wounds continued to spread across her body before her eyes. 

"You just need to come inside."

Megan turned back to the road to see a train of horses and marching men headed towards the house. She looked up at them in horror as they approached, revealing their rotting flesh in the moonlight as they made their way through the yard.

"Come inside quick," Julia begged Megan. "Don't worry, everything is okay in the house. I promise you."

Megan helplessly stumbled back to the front porch where Julia looked back at her from the doorway with sincere worry. "Good girl, come to me." 

Julia carefully stepped out onto the porch and took Megan into her arms, hugging her comfortingly. "Everything is going to be okay. That is just the second shift finishing up for the day and looking for some fun." 

Megan looked up in surprise to see Julia's swollen face and the brutal hand-print bruises around her throat. 

"A common thief who just wanted my jewels and furs," Julia explained. "I would have much preferred your fate." Megan looked up with sympathy and held on to Julia's hands, overwhelmed in her realization and unsure what to do next. "Let's go inside now, we have a busy night ahead of us." 

They walked through the threshold, hand-in-hand and Megan looked at her damaged arm in astonishment as the wound closed up before her eyes. A team of gorgeous young women were lined up in the foyer, dressed in their finest gowns and smiling welcomingly at Megan as Julia escorted her through. 




Haunted House of Ill Repute



"Howdy Megan!" Sheri said as she stood in her radiant yellow dress and leaned for a polite curtsey. "We are so happy that you're going to be staying with us. Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes." Megan looked up at Julia with confusion.

"That's just a nautical phrase," Julia explained. "Sheri is from San Francisco, where she has seen more than her fair share of sailors, haven't you Sheri?"

"I know the phrase, but what is she talking about?" Megan asked with a gulp. 

Julia moved in with a mischievous grin that revealed all the Megan needed to know. Megan felt the same rush of fear and excitement that she experienced during Julia's "tour" taking hold. 

"I'm going to have you and Sheri work as a team, to start. You'll find that she is quite skilled and very popular with the miners. I assure you that the work will be fun and rewarding. Don't forget - I'll be watching over you," Julia reminded Megan. "Please, take your spot in the lineup."

Megan hovered in a daze over to Sheri's side and Sheri took Megan's hand in to hers. "These guys aren't so bad looking, once they get inside," Sheri assured her. "Hell, after we give them a bath, some are downright sexy!"

Megan watched in suspense as the men began shuffling into the foyer, faces and overalls dirty with soot and ogling the women in the lineup. The sight of strange men suddenly had her craving the familiar, comforting face of her missing boyfriend among them.

"What happened to Heath? Please tell me," Megan begged Julia.

"Heath was a naughty boy," Sheri chimed in with a giggle.

"Yes he was. He has a rather large debt to pay off. Perhaps you'll see him again, when he has some extra spending money," Julia suggested with a wink.

Megan directed her attention back to the looming miners and clutched Sheri's hand tightly as a man stepped forward, scanned the women intently, and prepared to make his selection.