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The Mill

By: patientlee



Part 1: Pearson

Things went from bad to worse in the town of Pearson after the Mill closed. Families that had once made a good, comfortable living were unemployed, their homes were in foreclosure, and the repo rate of pick-up trucks and mini-vans was at an all-time high. 

The residents of Washington County were getting desperate and depressed, and the crime rate was steadily rising, in part because the local communities had been forced to disband their police forces because they just didn't fit into the budget. The sheriff's department and state police were now reporting to local calls when they could, and it just wasn't enough protection for the residents who hadn't moved away yet.

The shell of the Mill loomed ominously over the town from what the locals called "Mill Hill". The building itself wasn't all that large, but the two smokestacks rose into the air like twin hard-ons, visible for miles. Broken windows and graffiti reminded the residents that this was the new life that they were condemned to. You could see the abandoned building itself from almost anywhere in town, but you could also see it in the soaped-up shop windows and "For Lease" signs on businesses throughout the town.

Burt Donnelly paid for his cigarettes and lottery tickets without speaking to the clerk. When she handed him his tickets, she slipped an orange flier into his hand. 

Halloween Night Only! 

The Malevolent Mill! 

A Haunted Experience like No Other!

Open to Pearson residents, ages 21 and up.

Admission is $100.00 per person.

Two will win a million dollars. One will lose it all. 

"A hundred dollars? What the hell is this?" Burt asked the clerk.

"I don't know. Some guy was in here the other night. He gave my boss fifty dollars to pass them out to anyone buying lottery tickets," she replied. 

"Are they really givin' away all this money?" he asked.

The clerk said, "I don't know, but a million dollars would be nice. This job hardly fills my gas tank."

"Did you work at the Mill too?" he asked.

"Nope," she replied. "I taught fourth grade at JFK. With everyone leaving town, they consolidated the schools. I was low-man on the totem pole, so here I am, working at the gas station. I've been looking everywhere for a teaching job, but things are tough all over."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Burt said sincerely. "I was a shift manager at the Mill for years before they threw me out on my ass," he added.

"Thanks, Kim," he said, looking at her name tag. "A hundred bucks is a lotta money, but we'll see," he said as he walked out the door and lit a cigarette on the way to his car.

A similar scene played out in convenience and liquor stores throughout September and October. As Halloween drew closer, Pearson residents were all chattering about the possibility of winning one million dollars.

"I'd get the hell out of here," said one tired-looking woman at the Launderama.

"I'd take my whole family to Disney World and pay off my house," said another.

At the Pearson Lanes, Paul Macomber told his friends that he'd buy one of the closed bars in town. "That's one of the few businesses that still makes any money," he added.

Phil Antos, the best bowler in the men's league, said without a hint of sarcasm, "Maybe we'll each win a million. We can go in together and buy a bar in Key West, where people actually spend some money."

The Malevolent Mill brought the first hint of optimism to the town since before the solemn newscaster had delivered the news that The Mill would close down for good almost six years ago. As the days went by, more and more residents made up their minds to attend, despite the hundred dollar admission fee. A chance at a million and the new house, new car, new life that came with it was worth the gamble.

~~~~~

Elena Taylor lay naked on her bed, legs spread to the knees with the soles of her feet together. She knew that her three-year-old daughter would wake up from her nap soon, but it had been so long since she had touched herself, she just had to...

She thought for a second that she heard Sarah crying, and she stopped in her tracks, fingers coming to rest on her clit. She listened, but heard nothing but cars passing on the street below. 

"Damn. I think it's Jack Rabbit time," she said as she eased off the bed and walked to her late-husband's top dresser drawer. She took the ridiculous-looking, pink vibrator and some K-Y out of the drawer, grabbed some batteries from the closet, and brought it back to the bed. 

She wasted no time lubing up the crazy pink cock and placing it between her legs. She swirled the tip of the cock around her clit for a moment, then turned on the twisting beads on the shaft. Spreading her legs even wider, she placed the bead section of the shaft against her pussy, letting the beads twist back and forth on her clit. She could feel herself getting wet, so she reached down to place her middle finger in her vagina. She slid it in and out a few times before replacing her finger with the head of the vibrator. 

Since her husband, Dean, had died, she could probably count the number of times she had masturbated on two hands. Usually she preferred the slow swirl of her own two fingers around her clit, but she didn't have time to fuck herself slowly that day. Instead she began to insert the head of the cock into her pussy, just a little bit

at a time. She penetrated slowly, then withdrew at the same lazy pace, then suddenly pushed it all the way to the hilt and turned on the rabbit ears, all at once.

She positioned the ears in the perfect spot, turned up the speed on the twisting beads, and thought about Dean. 

~

"I thought we'd never get out of there!" Dean exclaimed as he wrapped his arms around her. He buried his face in her neck and started kissing her softly.

"I know. That DJ was terrible. Everyone was grumbling when he played the Macarena for the third time," said Elena. "I heard your Aunt Phyllis say that we should just throw the bouquet and be done with it so that she could go play Bingo!"

As she turned to check out the rest of the hotel room, Dean stepped on the hem of her Vera Wang gown, causing her to stumble and squeal. 

He caught her, and looked her in the eye as he said, "We're going to have to remove that dress. It's downright dangerous."

She turned her back to him, allowing him access to the line of buttons down her back. He started unbuttoning, but was frustrated by the third one. He stood up, moved in front of her, kissed her sweetly on the lips, and pushed her back on the bed. Again she squealed as she tumbled backward, the full tulle skirt flying up in the air revealing her bare legs and simple white sandals.

"Sorry, Mrs. Taylor. I just can't wait." He ran his hands up the sides of her legs to her hips and hooked his fingers through her baby blue thong. It wasn't a surprise that her "something blue" was that tiny piece of satin covering her pussy. He had gotten a good look at what was under all that fabric at the reception when he removed her garter in front of everyone they knew. 

He pushed as much of the tulle out of his way as possible and pushed her thighs apart. She placed her legs over his shoulders, and he leaned in for a taste of her. 

"Mmmm. My wife is delicious."

He used his fingers to spread her lips, and began licking pussy from bottom to top. He poked his tongue inside of her as far as he could then worked his way to her clit. 

As soon as his tongue hit her clit, she moaned out loud. She loved having her pussy licked, and Dean was by far the best she'd ever had between her legs. She'd been waiting for this ever since he had climbed all the way up her dress and stuck his finger in her pussy when he pulled off her garter. 

He attacked her clit as if it were a melting ice cream cone. Normally he would start off licking her slowly from bottom to top then start swirling gently around her clit. His lazy lapping would drive her crazy until she pushed his face into her cunt and made him eat her until she came on his face.

Today he took a different approach. He alternated between licking in hard circles around her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Sexual tension had been building up between the new husband and wife all day, so she needed only a few minutes of skilled pussy licking before her orgasm took both of them by surprise. She moaned and yelled loudly enough for people in the hallway to hear.

"Ohh. That sounded good, baby," Dean said. 

She was still breathing hard, but she managed to stammer, "My husband is the best pussy licker." 

~

As she remembered their first married oral sex, Elena turned up the speed on her rabbit ears. She could remember how soft and wet Dean's tongue had felt when he explored her pussy. The Jack Rabbit got the job done in a pinch, but she missed Dean.

~

Her mind returned to the memory of her wedding day. He pulled her up from the bed, kissed her deeply letting his tongue give her a taste of her pussy. Elena's hands fumbled with the awkward fastener on his rented tuxedo pants. 

"I'll get that for you, Mrs. Taylor," he offered. 

He unbuttoned them, but left them for Elena to pull down. She eased them over his erection and sunk to her knees. She caught a glimpse in the closet door mirror as 

she leaned it to take his cock into her mouth. The sight made her laugh out loud.

"What's so funny?" he snapped.

His irritation melted when he looked at the mirror. 

He had removed his tuxedo jacket. His tie was loosened, and he had unbuttoned the top buttons on his shirt. His black pants were around his knees, and he still wore 

his shiny, rented shoes. Elena was lost in a pouf of white tulle. Her gown seemed to take up half of the room, and her floor-length veil was still firmly attached to 

her head. The icing on the cake though was the enormous erection sticking out in front of him. 

While they both watched in the mirror, Elena reached up and stroked his cock. They smiled at each other, then Elena opened her mouth and shoved as much of his cock as she could toward her throat. She sucked him deep into her mouth, rubbing the bottom of his penis with her tongue as she pulled back. Over and over she repeated, 

stopping only to swirl her tongue around the tip of his cock, just the way he liked it. Dean couldn't hold back for long either. When she felt him thickening, swelling even larger in her mouth, she took him as deeply as she could without gagging. His hands grabbed her head, pulling her veil slightly askew, and he began to spurt his cum onto the back of her tongue. 

"Uungh. Ahh. Fuck. Oh, baby. That's it. Oh, Mrs. Taylor, you can suck a cock!" he yelled, practically unintelligibly. 

She swallowed quickly to avoid dripping cum on her ivory gown.

~

Remembering the taste of Dean's cum was almost too much for Elena to take. Her sweet, sweet memory, the beads on the shaft of the vibrator, and the buzzing rabbit ears took her right to the edge. She remembered other places that Dean had splattered with his cum- her face, her tits, her pussy, even deep inside her asshole. 

Her head thrashed back and forth, and she moaned out of control. Her hips rocked as she rubbed the rabbit ears hard against her clit. She sucked in a huge breath and shoved the vibrator as far into her vagina as it would go. 

The noise she made started soundlessly as her orgasm hit its peak. Only when she felt the falling of the blood rushing back to the rest of her body did any sound come out. When it did, it was a loud, mournful moan, embodying the sadness she felt at losing Dean. He was her best friend, her husband, and the best lover she ever had.

~~~~~~

Kim Babski was a party girl in high school and college. It wasn't until she was actually hired to teach fourth grade at JFK Elementary that she reigned herself in. 

During the two years that she was teaching, she stayed in on many Friday nights, and when the urge to drink herself silly and dance on the table tops hit, she went far from Pearson to hang out with her college friends.

When she lost her job at JFK, she continued to maintain her "teacher face", staying out of bars and out of trouble for a while. As the frustration of her futile job hunt began to take over her life, she had adopted a "fuck it" view of the world, and spent her free evenings in the bars in Pearson.

She was at Donnie's Pub when she met Rand. She didn't know anything about him, but he dressed in black leather and everything about him screamed "BAD BOY". That was just the kind of man Kim needed in her "fuck-it" world. 

She wasn't sure how old he was or where he came from, but he was clearly from out-of-town. He just showed up at Donnie's one night and ordered a beer. He didn't talk to anyone. He didn't watch the game on T.V. He didn't even look around the bar, but somehow Kim felt that he was calling to her. She sat next to him, and ordered a rum and Diet Coke. 

She sipped her drink and waited for him to talk to her. As he picked up his glass to drain the last of his beer, she realized that he would not be initiating any conversation. Finally she blurted, "I'm Kim. Who are you?" 

"Rand."

"Hmm. That's an interesting name. Is it short for something?" she asked.

"Nope. Just Rand," he replied. 

She paused, hoping he would pick up the conversation. He continued sitting without offering anything more, but he did signal the bartender for a refill.

Kim took that as a sign that he was planning to stay and enjoy her company for a few more minutes, so she tried again.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked.

"It's a free country," was his only answer.

"Look, I'm trying to make conversation here. Do you want to talk to me or not?" she said, with an angry edge to her voice.

Rand finally turned to look at her. He looked her in the eye for a moment, then allowed his eyes to take in the rest of her. "Let's go," he said, and he got up from the bar stool.

She followed him, not really knowing why or where they were going. She hadn't finished her drink, so she couldn't even blame the alcohol for her bad decision. This was the beginning of a downward spiral for Kim, and she might has well have kissed her dream of resuming her teaching career goodbye as she left the bar.

She expected him to have a motorcycle to go with all that leather, but she was mistaken. He drove an Audi, of all things. She got into the passenger seat without asking where they were going. He turned up the music to discourage conversation and drove like a bat out of hell. 

Kim was uncomfortable riding next to this man who seemed to refuse to speak. Several times she tried to initiate a conversation, only to be shot down with a one-word answer. To break the ice, she finally blurted, "Do you like blowjobs?" 

As soon as it was out of her mouth, she regretted it. It sounded stupid, and it made her sound like a slut. 

"Yeah, that's me. The Stupid Slut," she thought to herself.

Rand responded to her for the first time since they had climbed into the Audi. Instead of speaking, he stopped the car in the middle of the road, unbuttoned his fly, and pulled his pants down far enough to expose his enormous cock. Kim had never seen such a large cock in person, and she told him so. Again his response was non-

verbal. He put his hand on the back of her neck, and pushed her head down toward his erection.

Kim licked her lips, then stuck her tongue out to taste him. Again he pushed her head down, toward his lap. Kim opened wide, and took as much as she could into her mouth. She wrapped her right hand around the bottom of Rand's shaft and pumped it as she fucked him with her mouth. "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath came on the satellite radio, and Kim kept time with the music, head-banging with Rand's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. 

The only warning Rand gave Kim that she was about to get a mouthful was completely involuntary. He flesh got thicker on her tongue, and she felt the bottom of his cock, down near his balls, spasming against her palm.

Even when he came, Rand was quiet. Kim had never heard such a quiet orgasm. Even when trying not to be caught, all of the men she'd been with had at least breathed heavy when they shot their load. Kim was beginning to think that there was something really wrong with this guy, Rand.

~

Two hours later they arrived at the casino on the Reservation. When she saw the neon lights flashing in front of her, a cold panic ran through her. 

Kim was a gambler. Even in high school she would blow her entire convenience store paycheck playing Texas Hold 'Em or whatever other game she got hooked into. When she turned twenty one, she and her college friends made a habit of traveling to the Reservation on weekends to blow off some steam. Her friends were mostly there to drink and hook up, hoping to find someone on a winning streak. Kim was more interested in her own winning streak. Sometimes she won enough to keep playing. More often she lost. 

The hole she was in became larger and larger. She started by taking cash advances from her credit cards. When that dried up and she became more obsessed with winning back her losses, she took to borrowing money from family, friends, and anyone else who would float her a few dollars. 

When she was heading toward rock-bottom, she took to stealing money from her friends and family, and giving blowjobs in the casino parking lot to get some spare cash. 

The final straw was when she took $68 from the cash register at the convenience store. The first time she only took $30. Her manager knew she had a problem with gambling, and suspected from the start that it was Kim. When her drawer was short $68 a week later, she was fired.

Her parents took charge at that point. She moved back home from the University where her parents could control her finances, her studies, and her life. She went to Gambler's Anonymous meetings, got counseling twice a week, and did "community service" at the convenience store to make up for it.

It worked. She graduated in the spring and got her job at JFK Elementary. She met a nice guy, a sixth grade teacher from work, and her life seemed to be on track. 

Then the Mill closed, and her life took a trip back in time, except for the gambling. Even her nice guy moved to get a new job. With her parents' help, she had managed to keep from betting on anything, even the scratch tickets at the convenience store that miraculously hired her back.

There was no way Rand could have known that she had a problem, and she certainly didn't want to tell this perfect stranger about her weakness, so she put on a happy face and went inside.

For the first half hour, she watched Rand play Blackjack. It was killing her to watch, but as long as the cocktail waitress brought those Rum and Diet Cokes, she was happy.

After her third drink, Kim had lost all sense of good judgment. She had about $50 in her pocket when they arrived at the casino. As she handed the money to the cashier, she felt a thrill of excitement in her stomach and heat between her legs. A big win was always like a good orgasm, and she had been in a huge dry spell.

For the first hour, she was up almost $600. She started to get cocky, placing larger bets and taking crazier chances, just like the old days. 

And then she started to lose. 

She thought it was a fluke, so she kept betting. She lost the money in half the time it took to win it. When there was nothing left, Rand led her away. They were just about to walk out the door, when the $50 slot machine practically called her name. She looked at Rand with a "please" look on her face. Without a word, he walked to the cashier and returned with the money she needed.

She won just enough to keep her wanting more, but by the time they left the casino, she owed Rand more than $2,000 that she didn't have. 


The Mill



Finally Rand declared, "That's enough," and he took her home.

~~~~~

Maureen Donnelly was aging gracefully, and she knew it. At fifty four she was still thin and her skin was reasonably firm, but her best feature was still her ass. As she pulled her silver Ford Taurus into the driveway of Justin's trailer, she thought briefly of her useless husband, Burt. Early in their marriage she had been excited by his rugged good looks, but years of cigarettes, stress, and Jack Daniels had turned him into a mess. 

Since his lay-off from the Mill, their relationship had become strained. At first they tried to take advantage of the extra time together, but it wasn't long before they were on each other's nerves and they began fighting more and more. 

Six months after the Mill closed for good, Burt experienced impotence for the first time in his life. Strangely it didn't bother him as much as it bothered Maureen. 

For many years their marriage had endured only because they enjoyed truly excellent sex together. As the frequency of their lovemaking decreased, Maureen found herself actively pursuing someone who could satisfy her like Burt always had. 

She joined a women's bowling league, and discovered that she didn't completely hate bowling like she thought she would. Bowling had always been "Burt's thing", but Burt hadn't been to the Pearson Bowl since the month he was laid-off. 

If Maureen had been a little more sensitive and a little less selfish, she probably would have recognized that Burt behaved an awful lot like the Zoloft commercial and that he should probably have been treated for depression. However, Maureen was only interested in finding another man as skilled in the art of cunnilingus as Burt was. 

She met Justin Antos at the bowling alley in July. He was in his twenties, working at the bowling alley because there was no one else hiring unskilled high school dropouts. When he wasn't working or bowling, he was usually lounging around at home, drinking cheap beer, smoking pot and watching porn. His father, Phil Antos, had finally bought him an old mobile home, just to get him out of his own house. 

Justin had acquired classic good looks from his father, and good skin and a slender build from his mother. Maureen was attracted to him from the first time he handed her a pair of bowling shoes. She flirted shamelessly with him, despite the fact that he didn't appear interested in an old lady at first. Eventually he gave in and had a drink with her in the Striker Lounge, much to his father's dismay. 

Phil Antos and Burt Donnelly worked together at the Mill for more than fifteen years, and he was pissed that his son would fall for his friend's wife's advances no matter how hot she still was.

Maureen knocked on the door and waited for Justin to answer. As usual, he answered the door in his boxers. He looked hung-over. 

"Justin, sweetie, what is going on with you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I'm tired," he replied. "You should have called."

"Too tired to make an old lady happy?" she asked coyly.

His cock was starting to rise in his shorts, and she had her answer.

"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked.

"You wanna come in?" he finally relented.

She walked through the front door and straight to his bedroom. She pushed a pile of laundry off the bed, and asked, "Are you coming, baby?"

He approached her, and she reached out to him. She ran her hands along his sides, and hooked her thumbs into his boxers. She pulled them down slowly, and he stepped out of them. She looked him up and down, and finally spoke.

"Stroke your cock for me, baby," she commanded.

He started stroking as she watched. She saw the pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock, and said, "Ooh. You are ready for me."

She reached out and took his cock in her hand. She stroked a few times then pushed him back on the bed. She straddled him, still fully clothed. She pulled off her top and her bra, and took her breasts in her own hands. She squeezed gently then ran her palms over her nipples, making them as hard as pencil erasers.

"You know, Mrs. D, for an old broad, you have some real nice tits," he said sincerely. 

"Old broad, my ass," she said. "When I suck your cock, you scream like a toddler." 

"Your ass, huh?" he teased. "Is that where you want it?"

"Ooh. I haven't had it up the ass in a long time. Do you have good lube?"

"Mr. D don't like the backdoor?" he asked, not believing what he had just heard.

Maureen stood up and finished taking off her clothes. When she finished, she lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and started fingering her pussy.

She finally replied, "Mr. Donnelly loves anal sex, but I believe that he's getting all of his sex elsewhere these days." She knew that Burt was having some trouble getting an erection, but it made her feel better to think that he was fucking someone else too.

"Just givin'? Or takin' it too?" Justin pried. 

"Are you kidding me? That man's ass is so tight, I don't think a proctologist could get a finger up there!" she exclaimed.

Justin took the Astroglide and squeezed it onto his palm. He placed his lubed hand over his cock and began stroking its length, greasing it all the way up. 

"No blowjob first today, baby?" she asked.

"You just told me I could fuck you in the ass. Who needs your mouth when I have your tight, little asshole?" he replied, sneering a little.

"Have you ever had anal sex before?" Maureen asked, carefully gauging his skill level.

"Sure I have. Lots of times," he replied, but the tone of his voice betrayed the truth. He took the head of his cock and placed it against her asshole.

"Not, yet, you idiot," she snapped. "It's been a while for me. You need to finger my hole first. Open me up a bit. It wouldn't kill you to stick it in my pussy a few times either."

"No way. I'm goin' anal all the way today. I'll start with my fingers, but my cock is throbbin' for your fuckin' ass," he argued.

Maureen had a fair idea that this was his first anal experience and that he was afraid of blowing his load in her pussy before he even penetrated her first ring. She resumed rubbing her clit, this time with more intensity. She started to circle her clit, just a little harder. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to remember the last time she had something invade her asshole.

Suddenly, she felt Justin's finger rubbing between her ass cheeks. When he reached her hole and started to insert his middle finger, she sucked in a sharp breath and snapped her eyes open. 

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

She smiled and said, "Not yet. Now two fingers."

Once she had three fingers stretching her sphincter, she said, "Ok. Now it's time for your cock. Just go easy. It's been a while."

She continued masturbating while made his first attempts to insert his cock into her hole. He was having a hard time getting the right angle to penetrate her, so she finally turned over onto her hands and knees, spread her legs wide, and pushed her ass back towards him. 

Finally he got his cock lined up like a soldier waiting for the word to begin the attack. He felt her pressing back against him.

"Hold your cock with your hand, and guide it through my hole," she instructed. She pushed back a little farther, and Justin could see her asshole starting to give a little.

"Ok, keep aiming it with your hand, and push in a little with your hips," she said.

She felt his cock beginning to enter her, and she said, "Oh, go easy. Ease up just a little." Before he even understood what she was saying, he shifted his weight a little, and the head of his cock popped right into her anus. 

"Ah, ahh, owww!" she moaned. "Give me a minute to get used to it. I haven't been fucked up the ass in so long. It's like I grew back my anal cherry."

He laughed a little at that idea. Maureen hadn't heard him laugh in weeks, and it made her smile in spite of her discomfort. 

"Does it feel good?" he asked.

"It will in a minute, Sweetie. Push it in a little more. Slowly." 

He advanced a little bit at a time, withdrawing his penis almost all the way in between his gentle thrusts. She felt his pubic hair tickling her bottom, and she knew that his cock was all the way in.

"Now start fucking me," she commanded. 

He began gently rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of her backside. 

"Harder," was her next order, followed by an even louder, "Faster."

He was fucking her ass as hard as he had ever fucked her pussy. She could feel his balls slapping between her legs.

"Grab my tits," she ordered. "Spank my ass." The pleasure and pain were working together in a delicious mix. She could feel Justin's fingers squeezing her nipples and the palm of his hand reddening her ass. The pain from his cock being shoved so deeply into her rectum made her shudder. She resumed masturbating her clit, alternating between her right hand and her left hand. She could feel her orgasm rising throughout her pelvis. Her clitoris was getting warmer and warmer, and Justin's huge cock in her ass was sending pulses of pleasure and pain up and down her body. 

She started yelling, "That's it, you bastard. Fuck my dirty ass. Shove your cock up my ass. You are splitting my asshole in two. Fuck me harder."

She yelled, "Spank me as hard as you can!" She was just about to cum, and she knew that the slapping sound, mixed with the bite of pain on her bottom would push her right over the edge. He spanked with both hands on both buttocks, and it was more than she could take. Her orgasm came rushing down, and her whole body went rigid. 

An incoherent shout escaped her lips. Her body slumped to the mattress, and she was spent.

Justin continued fucking her as hard as he could. His orgasm followed several minutes later. He had never fucked anything as tight as Mrs. Donnelly's asshole, and the feeling was intense. For a minute he thought that the head of his cock was going to explode as it passed through Maureens's ring. He pulled his penis out of her asshole, just as his cock began to spurt. 

He aimed the gobs of cum toward her ass cheeks, making sure that a large drop landed right on her hole. He slid his cock through the mess on her butt, and he actually pumped it along her ass crack as his orgasm subsided. He swirled his hands around on her cum-covered butt cheeks, giving her one, last, splashy spank.

She didn't move.

~~~~~

Part 2: The Malevolent Mill 

The Mill was built in 1810 by the first settlers of Pearson. Right from the start, the Mill was a dangerous place to be. About a dozen men were killed during the initial construction of the building, and there were rumors that there was a body or two buried under the foundation. 

When construction was completed, the Pearson Textile Company moved in their equipment and began manufacturing cotton fabrics, which were shipped all over the United States. People flocked to Pearson in droves to find jobs, establish their homes, and make a living.

By the turn of the century, Pearson and all of Washington County were prosperous. It was for many years one of the wealthiest cities in the Northeast with good schools and community services, and people were generally happy to live there.

At first it didn't seem unusual that there were fatalities at the Mill. Dangerous equipment, under-regulated safety standards, and a host of other issues caused the accident rate to be very high in the early days. Even children worked long hours at the Mill, and some of these children became some of the Mill's early victims. 

Prior to the labor movement in the 1900's that brought changes to labor laws across the country, there was no reason to believe that death came more often to those in the Pearson Mill. 

However, as factories across the country were reporting safer conditions and fewer deaths, that was not the case in Pearson. Even when the number of "accident-free days" was at an all-time high, people still died in the Mill. These "accidents" did not appear to have a discernible pattern, but eventually some of the Old Timers began to understand that there was something sinister at work up there on Mill Hill.

Usually the deaths could appear to be accidental to those who didn't know better. Occasionally, however, the Mill needed help. 

On a beautiful day in October of 1897, a weaver reported seeing one of the children push another out of a third-story window. Not only was the child pushed, but he also had needles protruding from his eyes, ears, and nose, which had obviously been inserted before the "fall". 

The child who was seen pushing the boy was hysterical afterward. He was normally a sane, non-violent eleven-year-old, and the victim was his friend. In his hysteria he had rambled incoherently for hours, but his family was able to discern that he had heard a low, angry voice in his head telling him that he had to kill his friend. When he did not take action of his own accord, he felt some kind of invisible force guiding his hands to commit the murder.

When he recovered from his hysteria, he remembered nothing of the event, and he spent the rest of his short life in the State Insane Asylum. He committed suicide by hanging himself with his bed sheet eight months later, thus feeding the Mill another victim.

This was the first recognized off-site death that was attributed to the Mill. In the years that followed, it became apparent to the Old Timers that the Mill's influence extended well beyond its grounds, and if 21st century experts had analyzed the data, they would have found that the Mill's reach was actually expanding.

The Old Timers realized that the Mill needed human sacrifices on a fairly regular schedule. Sometimes it was one bizarre death a year, sometimes two, and never more than three in a year. 

Once in 1936, the workers tried to offer a sacrifice to the Mill to placate it. They enticed a hobo into the Mill under the guise of Depression-era charity. The two men led the struggling hobo up the rickety rungs to the top of smokestack #2, and pushed him hard to the roof below, instantly breaking his neck. Apparently, the Mill didn't think this one counted.

On their way back down the smokestack, the men were suddenly surrounded by a swarm of angry yellow jackets, which flew into the gaps in their clothing and stung them from head to toe. The poison from the massive number of stings was enough to kill them, but when they took their hands off the rungs to shoo the swarm away, they both plummeted to their deaths as well.

The residents of Pearson were all familiar with the Mill's history, but most chalked the stories up to hogwash- spooky stories inspired by a spooky building.

The Old Timers knew better.

~~~~~

Kim was sitting on Rand's filthy couch smoking a cigarette, waiting for him to get home. Her foot was shaking in an impatient rhythm that was becoming an almost constant tic. She was nervous because she told Rand that she'd have money for him today, and she had spent $200 on scratch tickets. She was gambling full-force again, and she was losing quickly. She hadn't started stealing yet, but she knew that was next. 

In the short time she had known Rand, she had seen his temper only once, but she knew that she would be seeing it again today. She wanted to run away. She had thought about grabbing all the cash from the register at the convenience store and just taking off, but she didn't know where she'd go or how she'd win her money back. 

She figured that he'd probably find her anyway.

The last time he lost his temper was just days after they met. Kim had already owed him a couple thousand dollars, and she didn't have the money for him when she promised. When she admitted that she had spent the money on lottery tickets, a stone cold look came over Rand's face. He punched her so hard in the face that she still had a dark circle under her eye weeks later. 

She didn't try to fight him off until he pulled her pants down around her knees, bent her over the arm of the couch, and raped her. They had not had sex yet, and this certainly wasn't how she had imagined their first time together. 

His cock was almost unnaturally large, even larger than it seemed when she sucked him off in the car that first night, and he ripped into Kim's pussy as though he could stab right through her body with his erection. He pulled her hair, squeezed her tits until they ached and bit her shoulders. She was helpless to fight him off. 

Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her arm backwards to spin her around, almost dislocating her shoulder. He threw her to the couch on her back, and stroked his cock until he came all over her battered face. He punched her in the stomach, and left the house without saying a word. 

~

Kim took another drag on her cigarette as she heard the screen door open. Rand stomped into the room, and looked down at Kim, cowering on the couch.

"You don't have it, do you," he accused more than asked.

"No," she whispered.

Rand strode across the room and grabbed Kim by her hair. 

"Come with me," he commanded.

He led her to his car, and practically threw her into the back seat. She was sobbing and pleading with him, certain that he was going to kill her. He drove way too fast, terrifying her even more. 

When the car stopped, he pulled her by the hair once again towards a shack in the woods. There were motorcycles parked all around the shack. Kim began screaming.

"Shut the fuck up, you cunt," he ordered. "You owe me a lot of money. You have no money and you are a useless, piece-of-shit, gambler. You are going to earn your money however these bikers want it. No complaining and no crying, you hear me?" he growled through his teeth.

"I guess so," Kim whispered. She was fairly certain that she would be dead by morning. 

"I own you," he said. "Get in there and take care of the crowd."

It was the worst night of Kim's life, and it seemed to last forever. She sucked cock after cock, some cumming right in her mouth, others preferring to see the cum dripping from her hair, her nose, her tits. Her tongue was tired, her jaw sore, and her lips swollen.

Cameras flashed over and over, blinding Kim. One burly biker with a long, gray beard took picture after picture of her pussy. When it didn't have a cock in it, he would spread her lips with one hand, snapping close-up photos with the other. Kim knew that these pictures would be on facebook before she got home.

Other men came around just to be in the photos. Fingers probed her pussy and asshole as if that were a socially-acceptable way of getting to know someone.

Just when she thought the evening was winding to a close, she felt strong arms lift her up and place her on her hands and knees on the long table. Seconds later, Kim felt the head of a cock lining itself up on her tight asshole. 

"Please, not there," she whimpered. 

This was the beginning of round two. The cocks that had already made the rounds of her pussy and mouth were now lining up to fuck her in the ass. She had never even considered taking a cock in her ass, and she was terrified, with good reason.

The first was the worst, feeling like she was being fucked by a flagpole. This man was not gentle, not knowing or caring that this was her first anal experience. He gave her sphincter no time to adjust to the intrusion. He just pushed his cock in and listened to her scream until he hit bottom. He fucked her ruthlessly, causing her to bleed from deep inside her rectum. 

After the first she was moved around from her hands and knees to her back to her belly. The pain was intense, and Kim had a glazed-over, trance-like look on her face. 

She was snapped back to reality when two men lifted her again, and sat her down hard on "the photographer's" lap. Her abused asshole didn't even try to resist the latest intruder, and the other men lifted her up and down by the arms to stroke his pole. He handed the camera to another man, who got plenty of close-ups.




The Mill



The worst part of her evening came right at the last moment. A rather large penis got the idea that Kim needed a double penetration. She was not given a vote. She was still seated on the Photographer's cock, facing away from him. The man who had the DP idea took her pussy. The pain was like nothing she had ever experienced. 

The men moaned and didn't hold out more than a couple of minutes. 

The Photographer was the first to cum. He kept repeating, "Oh, Dude, your cock is rubbing on my dick," and he shot his load right into her rectum. 

The man standing in front of her, fucking her pussy chose to cum in her mouth. With the combination of the cum of twenty different men and her own pussy juices, the taste was terrible. She did her best to just take it and move on, but it made her gag violently.

Finally, Rand announced, "That's enough."

He took her home without saying another word until they walked into her apartment.

"You can repay me like this twice a week, if that what it takes," he said. 

Kim just nodded, feeling the dried cum pulling on her neck as she did. 

~~~~~

Elena returned home from an exhausting shift at Walmart to a notice taped to her front door. "Sheriff's Sale: November 1, 2011." Tears sprung to her eyes and a violent spasm hit her stomach, but she didn't want to upset her daughter, Sarah. She quietly removed it from the door, and entered her small house. 

The house wasn't fancy, and it would have been too small for a larger family, but she and Dean had bought the house together, just two months after their wedding. She went to the fridge to get Sarah a drink, and realized that they were out of milk. 

"Shit," she said under her breath. "C'mon, sweetie. We're going for a walk."

She loaded Sarah into her stroller, and grabbed her cell phone. She called her mortgage company as she pushed the stroller to the convenience store down the street. 

"What do you mean, 'Insufficient Funds'? The check couldn't have bounced!" she cried, then paused to listen. 

"There was no late fee on my bill," she said as she pushed the stroller through the door of the convenience store.

"I'm just supposed to guess what the fee is because I know I was late?" She finally made it to the cooler in the back. She sighed when she saw the price of milk. 

"This makes no sense. You couldn't process the payment because it wasn't for the right amount, and now my house is in foreclosure? Can't I pay over the phone or something?"

By this time she was in tears. Sure, her mortgage payments were usually late, but she wasn't usually too far behind. It had just been so difficult since Dean had died. Although she had never believed it, Dean's death had been ruled a suicide, so there was no insurance money to cover expenses, and her job at Walmart just didn't go far enough to pay the bills.

"Fine. Call me tomorrow," she snapped as she put the milk on the counter at the register. "Are you ok, Elena?" the clerk asked her gently. 

"I'm fine," she replied, barely hiding her annoyance. I just can't deal with my life today."

She finally raised her eyes to meet the clerk's, and she softened. "Kim, what are you doing, working here? I thought you had gotten a teaching job," Elena blurted, forgetting for a moment that she, herself, wasn't exactly living large either. She saw the fresh bruises on her arms and noticed the remnants of the shiner Rand had given her.

Kim Babski replied, "The Mill closed, the people moved, the school closed. My story is like everyone else's."

Elena and Kim had been friends in high school, but had drifted apart after graduation. Kim had stayed local, going to the State University, about 45 minutes away. 

Elena had spent four years in New York City, studying fashion design and marketing.

After graduation and a couple of internships, Elena landed a good job with a lot of room for advancement with Michael Kors. She was living her dream.

Then her mother got sick.

That was how she ran into Dean Taylor at the grocery store. She was shopping more to clear her head than because she really needed food. Her mother's pancreatic cancer was rapidly winning the fight, and staying positive while watching her mother turn into a jaundiced skeleton was taking its toll. 

She was in the frozen foods aisle, staring at Ben and Jerry when the tears started. Chunky Monkey was her mother's favorite for as long as she could remember, only now, she couldn't keep anything down, and would probably never eat Chunky Monkey again. 

She turned abruptly, slamming her cart directly into Dean. Not Dean's cart. Dean.

He spun around to curse her out, but before he could unleash a word, he saw her face, a mess with tears.

"Elena?" he asked. "Is that you?"

She fell into his arms without hesitation, and he held her. 

After a moment, she remembered herself, and stammered, "Dean? Dean Taylor? I'm so sorry. I'm so embarrassed."

Elena and Dean had dated for almost a year in high school, but the relationship had ended badly. Elena thought that Dean had been cheating on her, so she cheated on him. The last time they spoke, he had called her a "fucking cunt" and left her stranded at the bowling alley with no ride home.

"Shh. Don't be embarrassed. What's going on?" he asked in a gentle voice.

She managed to sob, "It's my mother. She's dying." 

Dean took her by the hand and led her out of the supermarket. She followed like a lost child.

He walked her to his car and put her into the passenger seat. She tried to protest. But he shushed her again, "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."

He drove the short distance to his apartment above his parents' garage, and het her cry her heart out on the way. 

It wasn't until he had her sitting on his hand-me-down couch with a glass of water and a box of tissues that he spoke again. 

"Tell me," was all he said, but it opened the flood gates. 

They sat side-by-side, not looking at or touching each other while she told him the whole story, starting with her one night stand senior year. 

"I didn't have sex with him. I just let him put his hand up my shirt and kiss my neck. And everyone told me that you let Marcie give you a blowjob. I was just mad..."

Dean cut her off there. "It didn't happen, and as far as I'm concerned, it's water under the bridge. Tell me about your mother."

An hour and a half later, Dean was all up-to-date, and Elena was all-cried-out. She excused herself to splash some water on her face. When she returned, she was a mess, but she was calm. She took her place next to Dean on the couch and hugged him.

They held each other for a long time, healing all of the wounds they had caused each other so long ago. Dean stroked her hair softly. When she tipped her face up to kiss him, he was ready for her.

The kiss started slowly, with a gentle meeting of lips that found each other familiar. As soon as they settled in together, the heat built and the passion took over. 

His tongue softly touched her lips, and she opened her mouth to accept him. 

Dean slid his hands up Elena's back, coming around to the front to cup her breasts. Her hard nipples poked against her t-shirt, and he rubbed the palms of his hands against them. Elena responded by breaking the kiss and quickly removing her shirt. Dean removed her bra just as quickly, took her breasts into his hands again, and brought his tongue to her nipples. He licked them, then sucked them until Elena couldn't take it anymore. Skipping his shirt, she moved directly to unbuckling his belt and removing his jeans. 

She took Dean's rigid cock into her hand and stroked it gently. She placed the tip of her finger on his slit, then licked the pre-cum from her finger. She bent to take him in her mouth, but he stopped her. 

"We had our share of blowjobs in high school. Let's just make love," he murmured. 

Elena responded by removing her pants. When they were both undressed, Dean took her hand again, and led her to the bedroom. She lay back on the bed, and he parted her legs with his hands. He leaned over her, holding himself up with one hand, and using the other to guide his erection to her dripping pussy. He slid right in, just like old times. She moaned as he entered her, feeling the exquisite stretching of her vagina. Dean's was still the largest cock she had ever had, and he had developed some skill while they were apart. 

She shifted her weight and knocked him off balance. He tumbled over to the side, and Elena pushed him onto his back. As she lowered herself onto his cock, he reached up and grabbed her nipples. The room was almost dark, but a beam of light from the streetlight peeked through the gap in the shade, and landed right across her tits. 

He took his hands away for a moment to admire the view. As he did, Elena reached down to rub her clitoris. Dean had never seen her touch herself before. When they broke up, she was way too self-conscious to masturbate in front of him. 

Her breathing became ragged, her movements became jerky, her nipples were suddenly rock-hard, and Dean could feel her pussy contracting around his cock. She looked Dean in the eyes as she came, still swirling her fingers around her clit. 

As she relaxed and resumed her rocking rhythm, she put her fingers in her mouth and licked the wetness off her fingers. Dean started moaning. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Baby..." he started, but she put her fingers to his lips. He licked the remaining pussy juice from her fingers, and she sat upright on his cock once again. 

Now she placed her hands over her tits, and began rubbing her palms against her nipples in small circles. She bucked her hips harder and began squeezing her nipples hard. She started moaning out loud, and that was all Dean could take. 

His orgasm ripped through her body like floodwaters through a breached dam. 

"Ungh. Ungh. I'm cumming, baby. Oh, fuck. I'm cumming," he mumbled.

Elena remained in the same spot until she felt his now-soft cock slip out of her. She rolled over next to him, fell into a deep sleep, and didn't awaken until late the next morning.

~

Kim handed Elena her change, the Powerball ticket she asked for and an orange flier. 

"Do you want a bag for that milk?" Kim asked her.

"No. Thanks. What's this?" Elena asked, pointing to the flier.

"Don't know. A lot of people are talking about it though," Kim replied. "Your little girl is adorable. What's her name?"

"Sarah. We named her after my mother," Elena replied.

"Well, it's great to see you again," Kim said. "Hey. Do you want to get a drink or something sometime?"

Elena hesitated only a second before answering, "Yes. I absolutely do. When is good for you?"

The two old friends made plans to get together on Thursday night, when both were off work and Elena could get Dean's parents to take care of Sarah.

~~~~~

Burt Donnelly was sitting on his porch, smoking a cigarette and drinking Jack Daniel's from the bottle. He had just gotten home from his shift at Home Depot in Sullivan Hills, on the other side of Washington County. He figured that his wife, Maureen, was probably already at the bowling alley, trawling for boys in their 20's. 

That was fine with Burt though. He could hardly even be civil to her lately, and it was just more peaceful if they didn't have to try to pretend that they didn't despise each other.

A car pulled up in front of his house, and Burt was just sober enough to recognize Phil Antos getting out of his car and walking up to the porch. 

When Phil saw how much whiskey was already consumed from Burt's bottle, he breathed a sigh of relief. It would be a lot easier to convince Burt that Maureen had a stroke in the bowling alley if he was already skunked. 

~

Burt sat next to Maureen's hospital bed with his head in his hands. He had no affectionate feelings for her, but he didn't exactly wish this on her. A stroke in front of all of her friends, right in the middle of the bowling alley... Christ almighty. Phil Antos had tried his best to keep people from seeing that she had soiled herself, but Burt knew that she would be mortified when she found out.

A doctor had stopped in earlier to give the preliminary prognosis. It wasn't looking good. There was a large brain bleed, and she would be having surgery within the hour to try to stop it. He left with a promise to keep Burt updated.

There was a quiet knock at the door, and a young woman poked her head into the room.

"Mr. Donnelly? I'm Michaela? I'm here from registration? Can I come in and ask you a few questions?"

Burt was annoyed right off the bat with every sentence ending in a question mark. The questions seemed endless, and Burt was already developing a whopper of a headache. He needed another drink, and he felt like he just might walk out of the hospital and home to his porch.

Michaela noticed his discomfort.

"Mr. Donnelly, can I get you some water or something? You don't look well," she said, moving toward the water pitcher on the counter.

"Juss hurry thissup. I wanna go home," he slurred.

"I just need your insurance information? Then we'll be done, OK?" she pressed on.

Burt just about shit his pants when she said that. Maureen had canceled their Obamacare health insurance when he had made a stink about how much money she was spending on herself. He had let her because he just didn't care. He always figured that he'd be the one to have the heart attack, and leave her stuck with the mountain of bills. And after the day the cancellation went through, he never thought about it again. 

His head was spinning. He couldn't even form the words to give Kayla, or whatever her name was, an answer. Michaela shoved a barf bag into his hand just in time.

~~~~~

Halloween was just over a week away, and the residents of Pearson were beginning to get nervous about this Malevolent Mill. At first they agreed that it would be a fun change of pace. There had been a number of haunted attractions over the years in Washington County, but this one looked like it would be the scariest anyone had ever experienced. A haunted house in a truly haunted, abandoned mill, with a history of "accidents"? What could be scarier than that?

And two chances to win a million dollars? Everyone in Pearson needed that. Since the orange fliers had gone out, five more people had lost the job that they had gotten after the Mill had closed, Elena and two other families got notices of sheriff's sale on their houses, and seven cars were repossessed. Two more small businesses went out of business, and even more headed closer to bankruptcy.

The Old Timers held court every morning at Betty's Coffee Shop, and in October they talked of nothing else. They rehashed all of the old stories and made up new ones when they ran out. They told anyone who would listen how dangerous the Mill was and how stupid anyone was for even considering going in there in the dark on Halloween night. 

Their trepidation was contagious, and in that last week, many of the residents began to change their minds. By the time night fell on October 31, only the most desperate and the most adventurous were still planning to attend the Malevolent Mill.

~~~~~

Kim parked her Toyota in front of Elena's house and pushed the doorbell. 

"Coming. Just a sec," Elena shouted. "C'mon in. Dean's parents will be here in about 20 minutes to pick Sarah up. You don't mind, do you?"

"Course not. What do you want to do tonight? We could go to Donnie's," Kim suggested.

"Sure. I'm up for anything," Elena replied.

Kim sat on the floor and did a puzzle with Sarah. It was the most peaceful she had felt since the night she met Rand. Suddenly Kim didn't feel like going out. She needed to talk to someone, and she was with Elena in private. 

"On second thought, how 'bout we order a pizza and stay here and catch up?" she asked Elena.

"Perfect. Margaritas?"

~

Dean's mother picked Sarah up and promised to keep her until the next afternoon. "You sleep in. You look like you haven't slept in weeks," she told Elena.

Over pizza and margaritas they rehashed their lives in the last 10 years. Elena told Kim about her mother's death and her reunion and marriage to Dean.

"My mom died a week after I met up with Dean at the Save Mart. He was my rock. It was like we had never been apart. We were married four months later. I wasn't working full-time because I was taking care of Mom. I was just doing some part-time custom work and tailoring. Dean's job paid the bills until the Mill closed, so I just extended my hiatus from the fashion industry.

"We were really happy, even though Dean had lost his job. I found out I was pregnant with Sarah the same week Dean got his first unemployment check from the Mill. 

I was starting to look for something in fashion to replace Dean's income, but when I found out I was pregnant, we put that plan on hold. Too much commuting."

Kim said, "Geez. I can't believe you two broke up in high school. You were made for each other."

"I know," Elena agreed. "Wasted time. He was the love of my life, and he didn't even live to meet our daughter."

By this time, both women were crying.

"How did Dean die, Elena?" Kim asked gently.

"Officially they ruled it a suicide. I was seven months pregnant, and the investigators actually thought he had killed himself. 

"I don't know what possessed him to go to the Mill that afternoon. I always figured that he went up there to look at the town, or maybe to think. Maybe he thought he had left something behind in his locker or something. I don't know. I just never understood why he'd be there when he should have been at home, assembling the crib."

"He died at the Mill?" Kim asked.

"No. The railroad tracks at the foot of Mill Hill. The guy driving the train reported that he was just standing there on the tracks, looking at the train. He tried to stop the train in time, but he couldn't. He was killed on impact and thrown like thirty feet. I was so grateful that Dean's parents were here to take care of things. I just couldn't." 

Elena managed to tell most of the story before she started to sob. She cried long and hard, much like she did that afternoon with Dean when she told him about her mother. 

"So if it was a suicide, then you didn't get his life insurance money, did you?" Kim asked.

"Nope. Not a penny. They wouldn't even listen to reason. I even had a witness who saw the whole thing," Elena replied. 

"Who?" asked Kim.

"You know those old guys that hang out at Betty's Coffee Shop on Third Street all day?"

Kim nodded.

"I was in there one day, right before Sarah was born, having an egg salad sandwich, and one of the old guys sat down at my table with me.

"He said, 'Are you the pregnant widow I seen on TV?'

"I nodded.

"He said, 'I seen the whole thing. Your husband didn't kill hisself. He was pushed.'"

"Pushed?" Kim asked incredulously.

"Yeah. He told me that he was driving down the road toward the railroad tracks, and he saw Dean standing on the tracks. He said that it looked like somebody or something had its arms wrapped around Dean, holding him in that spot, only he couldn't see what the somebody or something was. When the train was just about to hit him, he said that Dean's back arched and his belly stuck out as if someone was pushing him toward the train, and Dean was resisting, trying to save himself."

"Holy shit," Kim cursed softly.

"Of course, insurance inspectors don't tend to trust old coots who drink too much, unless they're telling them what they want to hear, so their ruling stuck.

"So now I work at Walmart because the hours work for me and there isn't much else to do around here," Elena said sadly. 

"Can't you move? Go somewhere else?" Kim suggested.

"Dean's parents are the only family that Sarah and I have. We can't move away from them. Hell, we'll probably be living with them by the end of the month unless I come up with thousands of dollars to get my house out of foreclosure," Elena said wryly.




The Mill



"What about that Malevolent Mill on Halloween night?" Kim suggested. "There are two million dollars to be won."

"Yeah, but what does it mean 'someone will lose it all?' I don't have much left to lose," Elena added.

The idea of going near the Mill on Halloween was so absurd. Everyone knew the old stories of people dying, after her talk with that old guy, she was sure that the Mill was responsible for Dean's death. Still, a million dollars would solve her foreclosure problem...

Elena changed the subject.

"Tell me about those bruises, Kim," Elena said.

Kim spilled the whole story, from meeting Rand to the gambling to the debt to the gang-rape. She hadn't been planning to be so thorough, but she needed to tell someone. She needed someone to tell her that everything was going to be ok. She needed a friend. 

When they were all cried out, Elena poured the last of the margaritas and said, "I guess you'll be sleeping here tonight. Neither of us can drive."

"Oh, my. What will the neighbors think?" Kim teased. "Where should I sleep?"

"I have a king-sized bed. We'll just sleep there. It will be like high school when we'd all sleep in the same room on a couple of twin beds," Elena replied.

"You don't think that would be weird?" Kim asked.

"Honey, we both need a friend tonight. We'll just talk until we fall asleep, just like old times," Elena said. "Don't forget your margarita."

Except for the fact that they were drinking margaritas and that they didn't do each other's nails, it was like the sleep-overs they had as kids. They talked for hours about anything and everything. 

When the conversation slowed, Kim said, "Truth or dare."

"Ooh, you are wicked," Elena said. "Truth."

"Have you ever kissed a girl?" Kim asked her softly.

"I went to fashion school in New York City. I've done a lot more with girls than kissing. All the men in school were gay. They only way we got laid was to have sex with each other," Elena explained. "Why, have you?"

"Not that I can remember, but there are a lot of things about my college years that I don't remember. I was pretty messed up, kinda like now," she said sadly.

"Ok," Elena said. "Truth or dare."

"Dare," Kim replied.

Instead of saying it, Elena leaned over and kissed Kim softly on the lips. She looked at her quizzically, and asked, "Was that ok?"

Kim replied by reaching for her and pulling her down to kiss her deeply. Both women were overcome with emotion. Elena hadn't kissed anyone in over three years since Dean died. Kim had only been treated badly as of late. They kissed passionately for a long time, as if each could kiss away the other's hurts.

"Elena..."

"Shh," Elena stopped her. "We don't have to talk. Let's just love."

And with that, Elena leaned over Kim and placed her hands under Kim's t-shirt. As she eased her hands higher to touch her breasts, Kim gave a loud, shuddering sigh, like a little kid that's been crying. Elena's hands were so soft, so gentle. It was just so nice to have someone be nice to her. 

Elena helped Kim remove her clothes then got undressed herself. She had not made love to a woman in years, and she found that she missed the softness of another woman's body. She kissed Kim's nipples softly, noticing the finger-shaped bruises on her breasts. 

She continued kissing the rest of the bruises gently as she worked her way down her body. 

"Spread your legs. I don't want to hurt you by pushing them apart myself," Elena explained. 

Kim was trembling. The last two times she had spread her legs for someone else, it had been horribly painful and humiliating. 

"Please be gentle," she whispered.

Elena leaned into Kim's pussy, and very delicately touched her clit with the tip of her tongue. Kim's moan was one of pleasure, not pain, so Elena started lapping gently, over and around her clit. She was afraid to touch Kim's pussy with her fingers, for fear of hurting her, so she focused all of her attention on her hard clit, lapping and lapping.

Kim looked down and saw Elena's head moving up and down between her legs, and she was amazed that having her pussy licked could feel so gentle and loving. Her pussy had seen so much abuse lately, it didn't seem possible that her pussy could feel so much pleasure from such a gentle touch. 

Elena was very good at pussy-licking too. It didn't take long for Kim to feel the heat radiating through her pelvis as her orgasm approached. She put a hand on Elena's head and stroked her silky hair. When she came, she felt the pleasure of a long-awaited orgasm along with the throbbing ache she still felt through her pussy and asshole. She cried out Elena's name as her head thrashed back and forth and her toes curled. When she finally relaxed, she was on the edge of sleep for the first time in weeks without sleeping pills.

~~~~~

Part 3: Two Will Win $1,000,000, One Will Lose It All

Burt Donnelly stayed at the hospital with Maureen until seven thirty then drove his Silverado to the Mill. He was dreading this night like few others in his life. 

With the Mill just ahead of him, he knew that this was his last chance to bail out, yet he pressed on. The hospital bills were already out of control, and unless Maureen died, God forbid, he wouldn't have many options.

Yet he just didn't want to go in there. He knew the stories. He had seen several of his coworkers die over the years in the Mill. In fact, in his first year as a shift supervisor, he lost two men from his own shift. He had been to Betty's a couple of times in the past couple of weeks to hear the "human sacrifice" theory rehashed, and tonight he thought perhaps they were right. Maybe the Mill was looking for blood.

He arrived in the parking lot and parked in his old parking space. He hesitated one more minute, thought of Maureen and how much money he already owed and opened the door. There was no turning back now. 

~

Kim pulled her Toyota into what was once the Mill's main parking lot. She saw a crowd gathering near the door, and she hoped she recognized a few faces. She saw Elena getting out of her old Jetta with the mismatched doors, and called out to her. 

"Elena!" she shouted as she jogged across the broken pavement. "You decided to come! I didn't think you were going to."

Elena nodded taking a deep breath of the chilly air. She wondered if she looked as terrified as she felt. "I don't want to, but it's my only chance to save my house."

"I wish you had called me. We should have come together," Kim scolded gently.

Elena's alarmed look faded quickly when she realized that Kim was teasing. She stammered, "Oh, no. I just... I just really didn't decide until I was on my way. I really don't want to do this."

"C'mon," Kim said. "Let's go check in."

~

About fifty people had shown up in the Mill parking lot. Although the flier didn't specify the dress code, some wore Halloween costumes. Others wore jeans and sweatshirts, and were grateful they did. Unlike the cool, crisp weather Pearson had seen for the last several days, there was a damp chill in the air.

Burt saw Paul Macomber and Justin Antos, but kept to himself. He recognized other faces, but didn't remember names. He figured that was better anyway.

There was some chatter as they stood in line to pay their hundred dollars. The nervous babble sounded a little like a henhouse.

"Can you believe it? Two million dollars?"

"Have you even seen anything going on up here? Someone had to set this up."

"No. I haven't seen one light on."

"This has to be a hoax. It can't be for real."

"Someone loses it all. Does that mean the rest of us get our money back?"

"No lights," Elena said. Except for the one streetlight in the parking lot, the building was pitch-black. "Shouldn't there be some lights on, for safety anyway?"

On an impulse, Kim kissed her right on the lips and said, "Everything's ok. Even if we don't win, everything's ok."

At precisely eight o'clock, the main doors to the Mill opened slowly, groaning as they awoke from a long sleep. An almost impossibly tall man wearing a suit that had to be custom-made for a man of his height. 

"Probably Italian, but definitely expensive," thought Elena.

The crowd hushed, and the man began to speak.

"Welcome to the Malevolent Mill," he said very seriously. "Please follow me."

They began to shuffle in through the heavy, metal doors. They arrived in a dimly-lit antechamber, like a "pre-show" at a Disneyland attraction. The Players filled in the space in front, and almost everyone's body was touching another body somewhere.

The man in the suit finally raised his arms wordlessly to silence the chattering crowd. When the hush settled, he spoke.

"Before you begin your quest for one million dollars, I must explain to you the rules of the game."

Paul Macomber started to ask a question, but the man silenced him as soon as he began to speak.

"Silence. You will not ask questions. You will know everything in time," he added. "When we proceed to the first room, you will stop and remove all of your clothing, except for your footwear."

The Players gasped and expressed their horror at the command. 

"Silence!" he roared. "Two will win one million dollars and one will lose it all. If you choose to proceed, you will not be permitted to leave the Mill unless you complete each challenge. I will give you the warning that you will be terrified and that some of the challenges are sexual in nature."

The way the man said "sexual" sent a chill down Kim's spine, "sex-yoo-al."

"This is your last chance to leave before we enter the next room. Consider it carefully," he advised.

About fifteen people left, and the rest of the Players proceeded through the door and took off their clothes, trying to keep from looking at each other. 

~~~~~

The Players that remained shuffled slowly out of the dimly lit changing room into the blackness of the maze. The air inside The Mill was damp and chilly and they had to decide whether to wrap their arms around themselves to keep warm or to put their hands out In front of them to keep from bumping into anything. They moved together as a pack at first, huddling together for safety. 

They finally spread themselves out a bit after several "accidents"- outstretched hands inadvertently groping an exposed breast, a semi-erect cock brushing an unseen thigh. As they put space between them, the group felt less secure, more exposed, more nervous.

False walls draped in heavy black fabric created artificial corridors with no light at all. It was hard to tell which direction sound was coming from, which was scary for the first few moments and became terrifying all too quickly. The man in the suit had told them that there were several entrances to the labyrinth and that their chances at winning a million were better if they didn't all stay together. Kim took Elena's hand and led her through the first opening in the wall, breaking away from the rest of the pack.

The path through the maze was narrow, and occasionally parts of their naked bodies would brush against the fabric draping the walls. Elena hoped that by letting Kim lead, she would be spared the worst of anything that might pop out to scare them. 

They heard a shrill scream from a path not far away. Both women jumped into each other's arms like cartoon characters in a haunted house. Elena felt her skin starting to crawl, and she began to panic. She felt something lightly brush her right arm, like the silk of a spider web. Kim felt her tense up and turned to her. 

At that same moment, someone reached around Elena's body, and cupped her breasts. As she felt the soft touch, Kim saw the faintly glowing hands. Both women screamed, prompting the hands to give Elena's nipples a hard tweak. She smacked at the hands and they started to run. They didn't make it far until Kim bumped hard into a body standing in front of her. This time both arms wrapped around her torso and squeezed so hard that Kim thought that he would kill her right there.

After a moment they let go, and seemed to vanish into thin air.

Burt had taken a different path and was alone. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He was not a young man anymore, and haunted houses weren't his idea of fun. 

"Million dollars. Focus on the million dollars," he repeated to himself. He briefly wondered how Maureen was doing while he walked naked through the pitch blackness, and realized that he truly wished that she would die. As if the mill had read the morbid thought in his head, someone or something grabbed his penis. He screamed a sound more shrill that he thought he could produce, and tried to back away from the hand. He tried to slap it away, and another set of hands restrained his arms. He was afraid he was going crazy, but all three hands let go at once. 

All of the Players worked through the maze in their own way, at their own pace. The touches came more frequently as they neared the exit, and they became more intrusive. Elena screamed when she felt a long, cold finger slip between her pussy lips, straight into her vagina. Kim felt something warm and wet brush against her asshole. Burt felt a mouth briefly envelop his cock. Surprisingly, the building in frequency seemed to have a calming effect on the Players, almost as if they subconsciously equated the touching with the normal build up during sex. At the end of the Black Maze each Player was hopelessly aroused and even more terrified.

As they stepped into the gentle glow of the gas lamps outside of the Black Maze, they breathed a sigh of relief. The darkness had been terrifying, the muted sounds confusing, and the touches were enough to drive the sanest minds crazy. All were glad to be past the first obstacle, and all felt more confident that they would make it to the end.

Their respite was short-lived, however. As they stepped, one-by-one, into the dimly lit entrance to the next section, one of the women next to Burt began to wail. 

She held her arms and rocked back and forth, moaning over and over, "I can't do this. I can't do this." Burt took her hand and led the way.

As soon as Elena stepped through the entrance and realized that she was in a Hall of Mirrors, she panicked. She turned quickly and tried to exit the same way she had come in, but she was already mixed up. When she was seven, her uncle had taken her into a Hall of Mirrors at the Washington County Fair. He had seen a pretty girl in one of the mirrors, and he left Elena stranded in the Hall by herself while he chased the girl. It took hours for the carnival workers to realize that she needed help, and when she was finally rescued, she was traumatized. 

"Kim. I can't do this," Elena whispered. 

"We have no choice now. You heard the man in the suit. No one gets out until they find their own way out. Hold my hand. We can do this," Kim assured her. 

The light in the mirrored area was just bright enough to see just how trapped the Players were. Burt held onto his new friend, who was shaking like a leaf. 

Suddenly, the Players heard a shrill laugh, and the gas lamps went out. Once again they were shrouded in darkness. Most of the Players screamed long and loud. Some were sobbing. 

When the lights came back on, the terror increased. In the mirrors the Players could see snakes, but they couldn't tell where they actually were. Boa constrictors and pythons of varying sizes were seen throughout the maze. Even the Players that would have sworn that they were not afraid of snakes began to panic. 

They had no way of knowing that there were only ten snakes in the maze. The mirrors distorted the view making some appear larger than their actual size, and making it appear that they were everywhere.

Kim was the first to encounter a real snake. She had a true phobia of snakes, and her brave face melted when the boa constrictor slithered along the floor and started climbing up her leg. This was a rather small snake, but Kim was frozen in terror.

"Elena," she whispered. "Help me."

As the constrictor wound its way around Kim's midsection, Elena forced her feet to move, and grabbed the snake, tore it from Kim's body, and threw it behind them. 

They ran, hoping that they were going in the right direction.

The lamps went out once again. The screaming that followed was even more intense than the last black out. This time the lights did not return. 

Burt's friend was sobbing when a hand grabbed her breast. She screamed, just as another hand grabbed Burt's balls. He shouted out in pain and surprise, and the grip tightened. He thought his testicles would pop, but the hand released him just before he passed out from the pain. 

Elena felt something tickle her shoulder, and move down to her breast. She tried to brush it away, only to realize that a gigantic, hairy spider, a tarantula, actually, was crawling down her body. Her screams could not be heard over the screams of the other Players. She dropped to the ground and wrapped herself up in the fetal position and continued to scream. 

All around them, Players were encountering their most grave fears, some real, like the snakes, others just an illusion.

Burt's greatest fear was being trapped in a burning building. He had done a brief stint with the Pearson Volunteer Fire Department in the eighties, but he had become trapped upstairs in an old farm house on his first working structure fire. As he and his partner searched for a way out, there was a crashing sound above them, in the 

attic.

A gun safe crashed through the ceiling knocking Burt's helmet from his head, then crashed through the floor right in front of them into the inferno below. His more experienced partner grabbed Burt by the air pack to keep him from falling through the floor. After what seemed like a lifetime, they found a window with fellow firefighters waiting to rescue them.

That was Burt's last day with the fire department.

Now as he groped through the darkness of the maze of mirrors, he smelled smoke. He felt the familiar cold fear in the pit of his belly spreading through his body. 

The smoke smell got stronger, and Burt pulled his friend after him in his rush to find the exit. 

"What are you doing?" she yelled.

"Fire. The Mill is on fire. We have to get out of here," he yelled back to her.

"What are you talking about?" she asked him with an angry edge to her voice.

"The smoke. Can't you smell the fuckin' smoke? Get down. We'll have to crawl out," he commanded. He could feel the heat and see the orange glow of the fire in the mirrors.

His companion grabbed his face with both hands and said, "Look at me. There is no fire. It's in your mind. Let's get out of here."

Burt protested, but resigned himself to following his friend, whose name he didn't even know.

Kim took her hand once again, and dragged her forward. Miraculously, they were right near the exit to the maze, at the bottom of a narrow spiral staircase. They wound their way up the stairs, hoping that they would see the opportunities to win a million dollars up there. 

At the top of the stairs, the temperature dropped even further, causing the Players to shiver. All of the women's nipples were sticking out like pencil erasers, and the men's balls were all trying to climb up inside of their bodies. 

The group dispersed and headed to different rooms along the narrow corridor, looking for clues to the million dollar prizes, still not having a clue what they were looking for.

~~~~~

Elena carefully opened a door and crept into a dark room.

"Hello?" she said quietly. "Hello?" 

This room seemed just a little warmer than the corridor, but that did nothing to put Elena's mind at ease. She stepped in a couple of paces, and walked into something hard and unyielding. She cried out in pain as a gas lamp lit up the room.

She screamed in terror this time, realizing that she had walked into a coffin. 




The Mill



She looked frantically around the room, trying to figure out what she was supposed to do. Again the light went out, and one of those ghostly, glowing hands opened the creaky lid. Another hand, presumably from the same body as the first, motioned for Elena to climb into the coffin. 

"No. No way. I'm not getting in there," she argued.

The hand reached for her, grabbed her by the wrist, hard enough to make her cry out, pulled her into the coffin and slammed the lid shut.

Elena was moaning in absolute terror. She began feeling around the coffin for a way out. Instead she found an envelope, tucked into the lid of the coffin. When she removed it, she heard a whirring sound. She didn't believe that her fear could escalate any more without killing her when she felt something rubbery on her thigh. 

Her first thought was that it was a snake, but before she could think about it for long, the rubbery thing was traveling between her legs, poking at her pussy. She automatically spread her legs, and the intruder poked its way directly into her pussy. Her scream mixed with a moan of pleasure as it withdrew, then returned. 

After the device had fucked her for about a minute and a half, she realized that she was being invaded by a dildo, powered by a fucking machine, while lying in a coffin. The very thought was absurd, and she felt a bit of relief knowing that she was actually receiving pleasure, rather than pain. She reached down to rub her clit, thinking that an orgasm would release some of her tension. She focused all of her attention to her growing orgasm, one hand on her pussy, on hand pinching her nipples and the machine fucked her in and out. Her breathing became quicker and her heart was pounding.

Suddenly, the coffin lid creaked open and the dildo on the fucking machine withdrew. Her impending orgasm disappeared, and the glowing hand reached to pull her out of the coffin. The other hand picked up the envelope and handed it to Elena.

~~~~~

Meanwhile, Kim had entered a different door. Like Elena's "Door Number One", this one was also completely dark. The glowing hands beckoned her to the back of the room. Kim felt these hands running all over her body as she walked. She was scared, but the hands were so gentle, so soft, so arousing, she couldn't help but wonder what was in store for her there. 

The gas lamp lit the room, and Kim was horrified to see a variety of paddles, whips, crops, and other devices that she had never seen outside of a porno.

She heard a cold voice say, "Choose."

She chose a cat-o-nine-tails, thinking that it couldn't be as painful as a wooden paddle.

The voice then said, "Roll." 

Kim saw a pair of dice on a small table, and she rolled. A five and a six. Was that the number of lashes she was to get? She thought she could handle eleven.

The voice spoke one more time, "Come." 

She followed the sound of the voice to the other corner of the room, where there was a large, sturdy saw horse. She felt the hand pushing between her shoulder blades, bending her over the saw horse, her ass sticking in the air. The memory of Rand pushing her over the arm of the couch was too much, and she cried with big, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, smearing her mascara once again.

The lights went out once again, and the room was still. Kim stood there, bent at the waist, legs spread all the way apart feeling vulnerable and ashamed. Her pussy was throbbing, and she wanted to get this over with. 

She got her wish. Sort of. She was wrong about the roll of the dice indicating that she would get eleven lashes. As she counted fourteen, fifteen, sixteen in her mind, it dawned on her that eleven was the number of minutes she would have to endure. Smack, smack, smack... Her ass was stinging and it could only have been a minute or two. 

It was true that she enjoyed a good hand-spanking during sex before she was gang-raped, but this was over the top. Finally the blows stopped, and Kim thought it was over.

The hands lifted her by the wrists, and led her carefully through the dark to the couch. They pushed her backwards, and spread her legs as far as they would go. Then the blows to her breasts started. All over her tits, smack, smack, smack. Her poor nipples were on fire, but the next part was even worse. 

The last three minutes of her time being whipped were spent with the cat-o-nine-tails smacking against her pussy. Kim had never experienced a pain like that of the leather hitting dead on her 

clit. She cried out each time she was hit, and when it was over, she couldn't put her legs together. 

A ghostly hand held an envelope out to her, and she took it. She started to rip the paper to open it, but the glowing finger wagged back and forth in a "no-no" fashion. She hung her head in shame and exhaustion, and limped out the door.

~~~~~

In the hallway the Players sat against the black walls, waiting for doors to open. Men and women alike had tear-streaked faces that told the tale of the terror they had experienced. All were grateful for the dim light. Anything brighter would have shown the marks on their skin, the messy moisture on their genitals, and the shame 

that permeated their bodies. Almost all of the Players carried envelopes, but no one spoke of what they might contain.

Burt Donnelly looked particularly terrible. Kim had heard about his wife, and couldn't imagine the strain he was under. Bad news travels fast in a small town, so everyone knew that he was facing this journey with no insurance and no hope. 

He was walking awkwardly, like a toddler with a load in his pants, only he wasn't wearing any pants. It didn't take a detective to figure that he had been in a room in which sodomy was the order of the day. Kim wondered to herself what had been shoved up his ass. More importantly, her poor, still-healing rectum wondered which door that particular horror was lurking behind. 

~~~~~

Moments later, a new door opened at the end of the corridor, and glowing hands beckoned the group to enter this room. This room was dark, like the others, and there were glowing hands all around the room.

The Players stood, looking around, some counting the pairs of hands, others just hanging their heads. The hands moved closer to the Players, and the miserable moans of, "Not again. Please, no more," started anew. 

Elena could see nothing but the hands, but it wasn't difficult to tell what the hands were doing to the Players. She could see one ghostly hand moving back and forth, obviously jerking off one of the men in the group. A pair of hands groped someone's tits from the front. Elena gasped at the touch and nearly screamed at the sight when she looked down and saw hands cupping her own breasts from behind her. She reached back to touch the body that went with the hands, but only found the naked flesh of another Player. 

The hands started pushing and pulling the Players to each other. Kim started to hyperventilate when she realized what was going to happen. She thought back to the gang-bang in the shack, and began to cry again. She felt a cock touching her midsection while the hand pushed her back onto a chair. She saw the glowing hand holding an erect penis, guiding it to her. Two other hands appeared from nowhere and pushed her legs apart roughly. The same hands grabbed her wrists as the cock entered her pussy.

Elena felt hands pushing her to a chair as well. Her legs were spread and wrists restrained and she saw the glowing hands pushing a head toward her pussy. She felt a warm, wet tongue licking at her mons, searching for her clit. She wriggled herself to accommodate the tongue, and was rewarded with a skilled head job from God-knows-whom. She didn't know if it was a man or a woman even, although the mouth and face didn't feel stubbly like that of a man.

Burt was standing, leaning against a bookcase or some other large piece of furniture with someone kneeling under him, stroking his cock. The hand was replaced by a mouth, that Burt hoped desperately belonged to a woman. The glowing hands were on the head of the person sucking his cock. The scene below his was so erotic, he felt his cock growing harder despite his sheer terror and months of impotence. A third glowing hand reached under and began gently massaging his balls. 

Burt wanted to be repulsed. For the first time ever, he wanted his cock to stay soft and thwart the unwelcome attention of the hands and whoever this person was, but as the pleasure built in his groin and spread through his midsection, he knew he would be blowing his load soon. 

Elena felt her orgasm building as well. She had been denied the climax she needed in the coffin, and she knew it wouldn't be long. She saw a glowing hand travel down under the mouth that was so expertly loving her pussy, and she felt the long, ice-cold finger entering her. Then she felt something very cold on her anus, and she knew that the hand would be inserting another finger into her. The feeling was so strange and new, and she was so aroused, that it only took three pumps of the ghostly fingers to send her over the edge. Just as she cried out, the gas lamp lit the room. 

She saw a young woman on her knees in front of Burt Donnelly just as he began to pump his cum onto her tired face. She saw her friend Kim looking around for something or someone. Elena guessed that she was looking for a glowing hand that had been fingering her. 

Everyone in the room was engaged in some kind of sexual activity, but no one looked happy about it. 

~~~~~

When the door finally opened, the Players stumbled out and another hand took their envelopes. The Players never found out what was in them, but another set of hands pointed to the left to lead the group. Kim, Elena and Burt were the last to leave the room. As they crossed into the hallway, three more hands appeared and took each of them by the elbow. They were led down the hallway to the right.

~

The last room they were brought to was lit by the gas lamps. There were three chairs set up, facing a table of what looked like cold, steel medical instruments. Burt looked at the women, hoping they could tell him what they were, but they had no answers. 

The cold voice that they had heard so little of said, "Sit."

The room went dark, and three sets of glowing hands appeared over the tray of instruments. Elena tried to stifle a sob as the hands approached, carrying something that she couldn't make out. Kim reached for her hand, and they held onto each other, hoping to get through whatever this ordeal was. 

At the same time, all three sets of hands approached their victims. Each felt a hand pulling one nipple, and all three cried out in excruciating, unanticipated pain as the hands pierced their left nipples. 

Burt's pain and embarrassment brought forth a litany of profanities, and he attempted to stand to run away. Another set of hands reached from behind, and held him tightly to the chair. 

The women were sobbing. They had reached the breaking point. Neither thought that she could survive having the other nipple pierced.

As the hands approached their chests for the second time, all three were screaming like teenagers in a horror movie. The white hot pain of the steel through their tender flesh sent both women into hysterics, when the hands suddenly disappeared and the lamps came back on.

Kim and Elena examined their piercings as they tried to stop crying. Burt was fuming, stomping, and trying to get out of the room. 

"Pierced fuckin' nipples. I'm too old for this shit. This isn't worth a million dollars. Let the bitch die. What the fuck do I care?" he ranted.

Suddenly the door swung open, and they were led by the elbows once again.

~

When they arrived on the rooftop of the Mill, the rest of the Players were dressed and waiting for them. It was dark, and it had gotten much colder. The only light on the roof was the light of the moon and the one streetlight in the parking lot. Elena, Kim, and Burt were still naked. Burt could feel his balls shriveling and his flaccid penis trying to crawl inside, like a turtle in a shell. 

The nipple rings grew cold instantly in the cold, damp breeze, and all three shivered uncontrollably. 

There was a loud gasp, and the man in the Italian suit suddenly appeared behind Burt, Kim, and Elena.

"We have only one more challenge for our finalists: a race," he announced to the small crowd. 

"What the fuck?" Burt grumbled.

"You will masturbate yourselves to orgasm," he said loudly. "You may not touch anyone else, and no one can touch you. Your fellow Players will watch without speaking. The first two Players to achieve their orgasm will win one million dollars. The other will go home empty handed."

"You may begin," he announced.

At first all three were dumbfounded. Were they really going to fuck themselves in front of all these people? These were their neighbors, their customers, their friends. 

Kim looked at Elena and said quietly, "We can do this."

Elena nodded, and lay down on the roof. Kim placed herself where she could look Elena in the eye.

Burt had never felt so alone. He had experienced his first erection in many months in the Mill, but now he couldn't even conjure the thoughts he'd need to get himself hard. He started stroking his penis, and looked down at the women lying on the roof in front of him. 

The women maintained eye contact as they rubbed their fingers to their pussies. Burt was surprised to see that they each used a different technique to masturbate. 

Elena was swirling her fingers around her clit in wide circles. Kim was moving her fingers from side-to-side, right over the top of her clit. 

Elena started rubbing harder and faster, and she started to moan slightly. She imagined herself licking Kim's nipples, flicking the tiny rings up and down. She remembered the taste of her pussy, and how vulnerable she was that night in Elena's bed. Her skin was beginning to flush across her chest, despite the cold. She ran the palm of her hand very gently over her newly pierced nipples, and the pleasure-pain combination sent her right over the edge. She came harder than she thought 

possible after the agony and humiliation of the last several hours. 

Kim watched Elena cum, and thought ahead to the next time they would be together. She had not licked Elena's pussy that night at her house, and she could only imagine how she would taste. She started licking and biting at her lip, as if it were Elena's pussy lips. The sweetness, the tenderness of Elena after being brutally raped 

at the shack was what triggered her orgasm, and she cried out Elena's name as she came.

As Elena extended a hand to help Kim to her feet, Burt stormed toward the staircase, furious, embarrassed, and defeated. The rest of the Players followed him off the roof.

The man in the Italian suit handed each of the women a suitcase and said, "Congratulations."

Kim interrupted, "Wait a minute. Who 'loses it all', like it said in the flier? Is that Burt? He just didn't win. He didn't lose anything."

The man chuckled in a low, guttural fashion, and said very slowly, "Why, you do, princess." With that, he disappeared, seemingly into thin air. 

As the last of the crowd shuffled off the roof, Elena turned to Kim and put her arms around her. Kim said, "What do you think he meant by that? Do you think my money is fake?"

Elena silenced her with a long, soft kiss on the lips. They stood there in the moonlight on the rooftop for a moment, their naked bodies touching. 

"I'll follow you home," Elena said.

They descended the stairs, each holding her winnings. As their eyes adjusted to the lack of light inside of the Mill, they saw that everything they had seen in the Mill that night had vanished, much like the man in the Italian suit had. 

The only evidence they had of any of the evening's events was the suitcases with the money and the tiny gold jewelry making their nipples throb. Already their memory was being clouded, much like how the mist was currently engulfing the Mill.

"Oh, my God, Elena," Kim exclaimed. "Where are our clothes?"

"I don't care. Let's just go." 

They got into their cars and left with Kim in the lead.

As they drove down Mill Hill, they could hear the police sirens. 

Kim said aloud, "It's not like they're going to find anything," and she sped up to avoid being stopped for questioning.

In her own car, Elena began to cry. She pulled over because she couldn't see through her tears and the fog. Kim sped ahead even faster. 

Suddenly, Elena heard the sharp blast of an air horn. In the distance, she could see Kim's car approaching the railroad crossing, but she did not see the red, 

flashing lights or hear the bell clanging, indicating that a train was coming.

"Why aren't the fucking bells ringing? Where are the God damn lights?" she yelled into the night.

She pulled back onto the road to try to catch up with Kim. Her cell phone was in the trunk, which was a habit she had developed in order to avoid the temptation to talk on the phone while she was driving. She didn't even think to pull over and call.

Elena floored it, trying to catch Kim in time. The air horn continued in one long, loud blast. She could hear the sickening squeal of the freight train's brakes, and she knew that she had run out of time.

Elena saw the explosion before she hear the crash. Kim's little Toyota had hit a tank car carrying some kind of flammable liquid without slowing at all. She got her car as close to the wreckage as she could. The inferno made it impossible to see much, but she could make out the Toyota Logo on the back of the car interior, just for a moment before it melted. 

Elena could hear herself screaming as her thoughts raced through her head. "Why aren't the fucking lights flashing? Why aren't the bells ringing?"

Just as she said that, the lights began to flash, the bell began to clang, and the gate came down, landing on the wreckage and catching fire. 

The red, flashing light drew her attention to the bits of incinerated paper floating down from the sky. One landed gently on her naked breast, and she put it in her hand. 

It was the corner of a one hundred dollar bill. Elena began to wail as she realized that it was true.

Kim Babski had lost it all.

Elena ran back to her car as fast as she could, and sped home. She ran straight to her bed without even calling Dean's parents to check on Sarah.

~~~~~

Burt Donnelly awoke to someone pounding on his front door. 

"Alright, alright. I'm up. I'm coming," he mumbled as he pulled on his bathrobe.

It was Phil Antos. Burt opened the door suspecting that he was not delivering good news.

"Burt, she's gone," he said.

"Beg your pardon?" Burt asked.

"You heard me. She passed last night when you were at the Mill. She never woke up," he explained. "It was peaceful at the end, but she's gone now."

A wave of relief washed over Burt when the news set in. After failing to win the million dollar prize at the Mill, he had drowned himself in Jack Daniels, and had not given a single thought to the future. A grin stretched its way across his face.

"Burt, are you OK?" Phil asked.

"Fuckin' great. That bitch canceled our health insurance, then had a stroke fuckin' some goddam piece of trailer trash."

Phil's cheeks blazed when he heard Burt call his only son "trailer trash", but he said nothing. 

Burt continued, "At least she didn't cancel the life insurance. Now I can pay her fuckin' medical bills and get on with my life."

Phil paused and said, "It's ironic."

"What's ironic?" Burt asked.

"She was worth more to you dead than alive," Phil replied. "Financially, anyway."

"Ironic, my ass. She did this to herself when she canceled the insurance policy," Burt retorted. He thought for a minute before he spoke again.




The Millenium Party



My wife and I have been married for seven years. We are both in our thirties and have no children. She is an accountant and I am an attorney. We both work for large firms and spend a lot of hours working. Beth is 5'5" with a cheerleader's athletic build. Her ass is nice and round and firm. She had breast augmentation surgery two years ago and her tits are too big for her frame which makes it obvious to everyone, especially the women, that hers are "store bought." She tells me that she has shown her new tits to a few of the guys at work, but I have never been present when she has done so.

I don't really object because it hardly makes sense to have the surgery if your not going to show them off. She has been very discreet, however, because it would mean big trouble at work if she were caught. She has, to my knowledge, always showed her tits to her co-workers when she was out of town on business trips. I always wondered how she could get away with showing her tits to these guys and not end up getting fucked, especially when they were all away from home, but she assured me that it never went beyond "show and tell."

Before we got married we both led active sex lives, but Beth definitely had many more partners than I did. She even admitted to a few threesomes and one foursome while in college. It all started when she was a sophomore and made the mistake of agreeing to go home with a couple of guys after a party. She wanted to fuck one of the guys and did not realize he wanted to share her with his friend. After the word got out that she would do more than one guy, she had plenty of offers and opportunities. However, after she did three guys from the basketball team one night she was afraid things would get out of hand and refused to participate in any other gang bangs. Several guys tempted her with their big schlongs but she managed to avoid being the party girl until she graduated and moved on to the big city.

After five years of marriage I was looking for something to add a little excitement to our love life. Don't get me wrong, Beth was great in bed and we had a lot of variety including fucking in some pretty public places on occasions. I began to fantasize about watching Beth take on some other guys while I watched. I shared my fantasy with Beth and she was interested but she was not ready to commit. She was afraid that if she really fucked somebody else, it would adversely affect our relationship and neither one of us wanted that to happen. I did some soul searching and I was confident that our relationship was strong enough to withstand whatever challenges might arise from a little extra-curricular sex.

We had a lot of invitations to Millennium New Year's bashes. Neither of us wanted to go to our firm's parties because we knew everybody there and we had to act our parts and stay in our places if we attended those parties. We chose instead to attend a party hosted by a client of my firm with which I had no connection. One of the guys that started with the firm the same year I did and with whom I had become good friends had the connection and invited Beth and I to go with he and his wife. The party was in another city and we would not know anyone.

It sounded like the perfect opportunity to let our hair down and relax. Beth had not mentioned fucking other guys for six months or more and I had pretty well dropped the subject. I probably still had some unresolved doubts in my mind and our marriage was going great. We were both extremely busy with our careers in the last half of 1999 and did not seem to have enough time for working on our fantasies. As the Millennium party approached group sex became a more and more prevalent topic in our foreplay conversations. Beth wanted me to fuck her in more than one position and fantasized out loud about having more than one guy bring her to orgasm.

We met Jim and his wife at our hotel before the party. Beth was hot. She wore a short black dress with tiny, white, lacy panties that gradually disappeared in the crack of her ass as she moved. Her tits definitely filled out the top of the dress and from the obvious outline of her nipples it was evident that she wore no bra. Watching her dress made me hornier than hell, but she talked me out of taking her on the hotel bed before we met Jim and his wife. She did not want to smell like she had been "just fucked" she said. When Jim saw Beth, his eyes made it clear that he was impressed. His wife was thin and mousey looking and her expression made it clear that she did not approve of Beth's exhibitionist fashion choice.

We went to a bar downtown near the hotel where the party was to take place. I caught Jim looking up Beth's dress as he helped her from the car when we parked. She carelessly let her legs part and gave him a bird's eye view of her sheer white panties. I know she did it on purpose. Beth paid a lot of attention to Jim. I am not sure if she wanted to flirt with Jim or just piss his wife off more than she already was. But as Jim's wife had a couple of drinks she loosened up and started having fun. By the time we left for the party everybody was in a good mood and ready to party.

When we got to the hotel where the party was to be held, we were directed to the penthouse suite. Jim said the president of the company bought it when it was foreclosed on by a bank and that he had helped with the paperwork. He said that they guy got a good deal on it. It was impressive. A big open stairway led to the second floor which had an open balcony. The view of the city from the large windows was spectacular. We were all handed masks and a drink as we entered. Beth and I soon lost track of Jim and his wife who were talking to the company big wigs and their wives. Beth and I made our way to the second floor.

I went for another drink and when I returned Beth was talking to a group of three guys, all of whom appeared to be in their mid-twenties and athletic. Beth introduced me as Doug, which was not my name and told the three that she had just met me downstairs. I was taken aback, but decided to play along. She seemed to be enjoying the anonymity. We were standing close to the railing of the balcony and when I looked down, I noticed a couple of guys were enjoying the view up Beth's dress. I smiled and wondered how far her panties had crept up between her ass cheeks in the last hour or so since we left our hotel room. I decided to go downstairs and check it out for myself and excused myself. Beth was completely engrossed in a conversation with five guys now and I am not even sure that she heard me excuse myself.

It took me a half hour to get into position because I got caught by Jim's wife who bent my ear about what a great place this was and what a great business opportunity this was for Jim. I was pleasant and agreed with everything she said and finally extricated myself from the one-sided conversation. By the time I did get in position, I could see some of the guys that Beth had been talking to but Beth was nowhere to be seen. I headed back upstairs. Beth was seated on a bar stool at the bar talking to an older man. Seated, as she was on the bar stool, made the outline of her lacy panties very obvious. They looked very small on her nice round ass. As I was admiring the view of my wife's ass, I overheard a guy behind me commenting about the hot babe at the bar. He claimed he was a student of body language and he was sure my wife was ready to fuck. I was no student of body language, but it dawned on me that the guy was probably right. I decided to check it out.

As I bellied up to the bar Beth swung around to talk to me. I wondered if the guys who were studying my wife got a view of her panties when she swung around. Beth whispered in my ear that several guys had propositioned her so far and she was getting very horny. She asked me if I wanted her to let them fuck her. I gulped and frankly did not know what to say. She grabbed me by the hand and led me down a hallway. She opened a door into a bedroom. The room had a great view of the city, a huge bed and it was empty. She told me to hide in the closet and wait. She reminded me that it was my fantasy and she was ready to fulfill it if I still wanted her to do it. I was weak in the knees but I closed the door to the closet. I assume she took that as a "yes."

It was not long before I heard the door open. Beth entered with three guys. They were kissing her and trying to fondle her. She protested and told them they had to behave. She said she just wanted to check out the view. I saw one of the guys lock the door. Beth moved to the window. One of the guys moved in close behind her and began kissing her on the back of the neck. I heard a low moan as he moved his hands to her breasts and began to massage them. When he tried to get his hands under her dress she pushed them away. He was insistent however and gradually she let him explore the area beneath her dress. She was breathing hard now. She begged him not to remove her panties. When it was obvious that he was going to do it anyway, she told him that if he made his friends leave she would give him a blow job. He told her that if she would blow all of them they would not fuck her. She agreed and the other two cheered.

The guy that had been trying to get into her panties started to lift her dress over her head. Beth protested and said she thought they had agreed not to fuck her. The guy said that he didn't want to shoot his load on her nice black dress and reminded her that is how Clinton got caught. They all laughed and her dress was off. There she was standing naked but for a pair of sheer white panties that left nothing to the imagination. Her tits looked enormous and everyone complimented her on her tits.

The guy who removed her dress unzipped his pants and pushed Beth to her knees. She gasped when he pulled out his cock. I heard her say "My God, it's huge!" The other guys laughed as I saw her mouth open to receive this monster. She began to lick it from one end to the other. The guy was patient and let her adjust to its size. Beth is a pro at cock sucking and she was soon swallowing this guy's rod. The other guys were admiring Beth's tits and ass. The big guy laid back on the bed and Beth followed.

Her ass was now on display up in the air and the other two could not resist. They soon were pulling her panties over her ass and down her thighs. She stopped and reminded them of their deal. She told them she was married and did not want to have to explain a cunt full of cum on New Year's morning. One of the guys told her that her husband should have thought of that before letting her come to a party dressed like she was. The guy had quite a way with words and explained to her that every guy at the party had been trying to figure out how to get in her panties. He told her she was the best looking woman at the party and he was lucky enough to be in her presence. He was too horny to let a pair of panties stop him from fucking her.

The explanation worked and off came the panties. Beth returned to sucking the big guy's cock as the two others discussed who was going to fuck her first. The talker was first and wasted no time with preliminaries. He was soon banging away. He must have been too horny because he lost his load before he really got started. The other guy laughed and took over. The talker pulled his pants up and straightened himself in the mirror. He soon left the room.

Pretty soon the two men switched ends and the guy with the big cock began to pummel Beth from behind. She was grunting with every thrust. Suddenly I heard more voices. The talker was back with more friends. The lights came up and several guys were now standing around waiting their turn. Beth was oblivious to what was going on around her because she was busy being fucked at both ends. The big guy turned to one of the guys and asked him if he wanted to take over. He eagerly took the big guy's place. The big guy then resumed fucking Beth's mouth.

When he came, Beth started swallowing but she could not keep up with volume of cum that was being pumped into her mouth. It spilled out and down her chin. As soon as he pulled out, another guy took his place. The guy that was fucking her from behind came all over her ass. Beth was into it now. She screamed in orgasm as a big black guy entered her. She had three more orgasms before he unloaded into her. I lost track of how many guys fucked Beth that night, but when the clock struck midnight I am sure she had been fucked by at least ten guys. Just before midnight, I heard one of the guys say that they needed to find their wives and girlfriends to welcome in the New Year or they all would be in big trouble.

Beth was oozing cum from every hole. A few guys had even done her in the ass. Somebody had made off with her panties and for a few minutes, I was not sure if we were going to find her dress. I wondered how we would explain that to Jim and his wife. As the clock struck twelve, Beth and I enjoyed a simultaneous orgasm. I helped Beth into the bathroom and she cleaned herself up. When we rejoined Jim and his wife, I could tell from the look on his wife's face that she knew Beth had been recently fucked.

I assumed she thought Beth and I had been fucking, but on the way back to the hotel she asked us if we had heard about the girl who pulled a train upstairs in one of the bedrooms. She said that it was the talk of the party and that someone was running around bragging and showing everybody a pair of sheer white panties to prove it. I think Jim and his wife had their suspicions, but I am sure they were too naive to believe that Beth had actually done something like that.