Proposition II - Night in the Haunted House

[Guest]

Michael

Michael watches Humes and the dog go back up the stairs.

Turning to the guests, he says "This way."

Taking them out of the dining hall, Michaels leads them upstairs to the bedrooms.

Reaching the first of the rooms, he opens the door and motions for Shirlene and Frank to enter.

The room is dark apart from the light being generated by three candles.

However, they can see well enough to notice various sex implements hanging on the wall.

"Hey!" protests Frank, "It is only a single-sized bed. Two people can't sleep in that!"

"Mr Humes' orders." Michael says curtly and slams the door behind. A moment later, there is a click as the door is locked.

"What are you doing?" asks Garratt, "Why did you lock the door?"

"Mr Humes' orders." Michael repeats.

He then takes Clair and Garratt to a room at the far end of the long hallway.

Inside, it looks exactly the same as the first one.

Again, Michael closes the door behind them and locks it.

He then goes downstairs to open the cellar doors.

 

[tmuyo]

lol

ooc: i'm surprised the male characters were the ones to complain. lol.

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene & Frank

As I walk around the room and notice what it has that I can use as restraints.

It's been awhile sence I last let my wild side go free on purpose to just have Decadent fun.

Frank who said anything about sleeping on that bed?I can think of all kinds of things to do on that bed besides sleeping on it!

But it's up to you to decide what you want to do! I for one have no intention of sleeping I would rather have fun in as many different positions as I can.

If I have to I'll tie you down onto that bed and I will enjoy every moment of it.

 

[dansemajik]

Can you handle one more?

If you have room...I would love to play. I won't post until I hear from you.

Thanks Danse

 

[Fucifino]

OOC: I would be intrested in inserting a male punk if their is an opening, or I could play as something from the cellar....

 

[Guest]

ooc

tmuyo: Ah! Maybe Frank is just trying be a gentlemen?

Fucifino: You are in. Just ring the front door bell and introduce yourself to Michael when he lets you in.

dansemajik: The more the merrier. What sort of character would you like to play? I could do with a female guest, a mature sophisticated one to play alongside Fucifino's punk but I will leave it up to you. If you want to be a guest, just announce yourself the same way as Fucifino. Otherwise just get involved.

Enjoy.

 

[dansemajik]

Meredith

Mid thirties, somewhat of a mystic. Was told in a dream that she had to be here, had to come. The money was no object since she had all she could ever use.

She has short blonde hair, deep blue eyes, is not tall, somwhere around 5'3. but seems much taller. She is slim. She has an attractive figure that is well showcased in the filmy clothing she wears. Long flowing skirts, and shirts that are billowy, and unbuttoned to reveal her choice of lingerie of the day.

IC: I was aprehensive when I walked to the big door to the house. I shivered when I came to the door, a chill passed through me. I pushed the bell, and waitied.

I knew that this was going to be a moment in time that would stay with me forever. I wanted to turn around and go home, but I was rooted to the spot. Muttering to myself how utterly silly I was being.

 

[Guest]

Michael

Michael answers the door and sees the woman standing there. He is surprised as he stares into the night. The rain is falling in torrents and he can also notices that the wind has picked up.

Again, looking at the woman, he simply says that "she is late" and lets her in.

After asking for her name, he quickly leads her through the dining hall and up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Stopping outside one of the doors, it opens it and says "this is your room." and motions her to go in. The room is exactly the same as the others.

Michael closes the door, locking it and then walks off down the hallway to report to Humes.

*******

Five minutes later, Michael is back at the door.

Unlocking the door, he quickly lets himself in. The woman, Meredith who is in the middle of getting undressed, looks at him in surprise.

"Mr Humes extends his greetings. However, because there is no available guests, I have been instructed to be your partner for the night." Michael says before the woman can speak.

Closing and locking the door, he then starts getting undressed, his back towards her. She does not notice him smiling.

Downstairs, the cellar door, unlocked by Michael, slowly creaks open.

 

[dansemajik]

Meredith

I was standing staring at the door for a moment after having locked me in. My eyes narrowed, the wind was howling outside, the branches of the trees were scratching and scraping the windows. The house had something to say, but I couldn't hear it yet.

I began to slip out of my wet clothing and was looking in my bag for my nightshirt, in my bra and panties as I heard the door lock disengage and the door open.

The man who let me in....Michael? Did he tell me his name? Was standing there explaining his having to be my partner for the night. He turned and began taking off his clothes.

I finished removing my bra, and slipped the extra large silk tee-shirt over my head. The V-neck dipped low and the shirt stopped at mid thigh.

"Partner for what?" I asked.

 

[Guest]

Michael

At her words, Michael turns just as he finishes taking over his shirt, revealing his broad chest.

"Surely you know, Miss that one of the conditions of staying the night here is that you have to share the room with a fellow guest?" he answers.

"Oh!" she says.

Michael grins to himself. Obviously she didn't know.

I am going to enjoy this!

"Here is the list of the conditions that Mr Humes has specified." he says, fishing out a piece of paper and handing to the woman.

He is about to say something else when he feels his bleeper going off in his trousers pocket.

Damn! Someone's at the door!

With some annoyance, he pulls back on his shirt and jacket and, without saying another word, unlocks the door and leaves the room.

Locking the door behind him, he quickly strides downstairs. A few minutes later, he is back at the front door and is opening it.

 

[Guest]

Brad

It was only last night that Brad Taylor, all-American boy (including blue eyes and blonde hair) was celebrating yet another victory along with the rest of his team when one of them showed him the advert in the paper.

One thing led to another and he had found himself betting his convertible that he could stay the night.

Now the handsome teenager (just turned 18) finds himself standing out this old house, soaked to the skin and shivering to death.

Finally the door opens and a somber looking man looks out.

"Yes?"

"I-I am Brad Taylor. I come about the advert." the boy says.

The man looks at him with what appears to be distaste.

After what seems like ages, he says "Very well." and lets the boy in.

"This way." the man says, leading the way.

Still shivering, the boy follows.

The first thing he notices is that the entire house, apart from a few candles, appears to be in darkness. Only the lightning from the storm outside illuminates the rooms in flashes. It also at first, seems almost dead (oops wrong term) quiet apart, of course, from the storm. But as he continues on, he starts to notice other noises such as the grandfather clocks tick-tocking away and the wind howling (or at least that what he thinks it is) through out the house. Also, could he hear scuffling in the ceiling above him?

Leading up a flight of stairs, the man takes him down a hallway and stops outside a door.

"This is your room." he says as he unlocks the door and opens it.

"These are Mr Humes' conditions." the man says, handing the boy a piece of paper as he steps into the room.

Brad does not even hear the door close behind nor the click of its lock as he takes in his surroundings.

The room is only slightly lighter than the rest of the house, thanks to the few roman candles. He can see the single bed and next to it, just wearing a large t-shirt, is a half-naked woman.

Standing there in his dripping wet clothes, Brad just gulps.

 

[Guest]

The door to the cellar is now wide open and inside, something is moving!

 

[dansemajik]

Meredith

The twin bed is comfortable. Small, but firm.
I heard the door open and looked at the slightly bedraggled young man being shown the room. A seemingly disembodied hand passes him a piece of paper and the door is once again locked.

I sit up, not concerned with my clothing, or lack there of. I smile at the slightly frightened young man. "Hi. I am meredith. Looks like we are going to be roomies tonight." I waggled my eyebrows up and down just once, the wicked side of me taking over for a moment.

He was prime. That youthful look, the strength, and the stamina an eighteen year old has. I just stared at him, having decadent thoughts.

But then, the house began whispering again...What? I couldn't understand.

 

[Guest]

Brad

Brad smiles nervously as the woman, Meredith, introduces herself.

He feels his body tremble as she looks at him, suggestively.

"Ahem! Hi! My name is Brad." he says awkwardly.

But he notices that she is not listening, at least not to him.

With her attention momentarily diverted, he cannot help but glance at her bare legs.

They are lovely!

He then starts to shiver as his damp clothes start to affect him.

Jeez! I gotta get these clothes off or I'll catch a death. But where? I've got nowhere to change apart from in front of her!

And embarrassingly, the thought of stripping off in front of this woman starts to give him an erection.

In the darkness of the cellar, something is moving towards the steps!

 

[tmuyo]

frank

ooc: can i request slow torture by tongue? my fiancee does it and it drives me up the wall. something about a soft wet tongue gliding over my body.....and teasing me. *realizes what he's just said.....turns red*


i stand stunned at what has just come out of shirlines's mouth. "are you suggesting that we use these things?" 'i'd love to please me tortuously. i'm not one for pain but i derive so much pleasure from being teased.' well, i'd love for you to tie me down.

 

[Fucifino]

Matt was at a great show, listening to a grea band, with hisbest friends, when a peice of paper on the ground got his eye. Asuming it was a flyer for another show, he bent down to grap it. It was actualy a newspaper cliping talking about a contest. Wow...5 mill....that realy beats nothing at all, so Matt decided to take a look.

As the clouds were forming matt gott into his junker tinking about how much this was goin to be a big one. After getting lost several times, and afting to change a wheel in the storm, Matt finds the driveway and parks.

Matt looked like the typical scum that "normal" people avoid. Black pants, combat books, camo jacket, spiked collar, and a thinck chain belt, but non of his clothes could be stranger that his head. The left half was shaved clean off, and the right was long blond hair, half way down his back.

soaked to the skin, Matt strode up to te door and started pounding. After a long moment, a man comes to the door and opens it. "My name is Matt. I saw your add, waht is the catch?

 

[THEBRAT]

Shirlene

Frank who said anything about pain?I don't like pain myself but I love tieing people down to beds so that I can have my way with them and make them beg for release.

Licking one of my favorite pastimes among other things.Know all we have to do is figure out who is going to be tied down to the bed first.

I know that I surprised you but it's not very often that I let my wild side run free.

 

[ßad Kittÿ]

New guest....

I'd like to be another guest if it's okay with you guys....female guest. ^.^

This is my first time doing anything like this....hehe.

 

[Guest]

Michael

ooc: Welcome aboard, ßad Kittÿ. When you are ready, just ring on the door bell and announce yourself (and that applies to anyone else who is interested).

ic:

Michael is not a happy man.

First he finds that the promise of that much needed sex has been denied to him thanks to the untimely arrival of some wet-behind-the-ears kid. Now all he seems to be doing is letting in late-comers.

Once again he is at the front door. This time looking at something which he is not even sure is human.

Whoever it is certainly does not have the brains to be able to use the doorbell.

"My name is Matt. I saw your add, waht is the catch?"

Looking at him with distain, Michael lets the new guest in.

"Read this." Michael hands the newcomer Humes' list of conditions.

After escorting the new guest to his room (and locking it), Michael then heads off to report to his master.

 

[Shadie]

Clair

I sit on the edge of the bed and look around the room, it's filled with all manner of toys and tools. Garrett has been quiet since the door was locked behind us, I suppose this is a bit different to what he had in mind, I knew I wasn't expecting this at all!!

"So then", I look up at him "Looks like it's you and me, any bright ideas?"

 

[Guest]

Mortimer Humes

Humes watches Diablo get off the bed and trots happily over to him.

"Did you enjoy that, boy?" Humes asks patting the dog on the head, "Happy Birthday."

Turning to the naked young maid still lying panting on the bed.

"Thank you for your services. You may retire."

Hurriedly, she runs out of the room, clutching her clothes to her body and almost bumps into Michael.

Michael gives her one look and then turns to report to Humes.

"Sir. I just wanted to inform you that another guest has arrived.". He gives Humes the details.

"How inconsiderate for arriving so late. No matter. Thank you, Michael. You may go. But be prepared to let in anybody else who decides to arrive."

Michael nods and leaves, closing the door behind him.

Humes then gets up from his chair and walks into the adjacent room, his dog following him.

Unlike the rest of the house, this room is has power and is lit. Sitting down in the large cushioned chair, he switches on the bank of monitors assembled in front of him.

Instantly, Humes can see what is happening in each of the guest rooms courtesy of the hidden video cameras.

Diablo lays on the floor next to him, tired after its excertions.

"At last, boy, we can watch the fun."


Downstairs, whatever has come out of the cellar has reached the top of the steps!

 

[ßad Kittÿ]

Miyax

Miyax is in search of money. Or a job. Preferably, money without work. She crawls out of bed one evening and pads out the door to grab the newspapers and look through the classifieds for something to do that makes money, but doesn't involve labor or people. She is scanning the ads breezily when her eyes and attention are caught by a large print ad, "5 MILLION DOLLARS TO STAY IN HOUSE OVERNIGHT." There is more written below it, but that is all she needs to see. She rubs her eyes to make sure she's awake, reads the address, and packs a bag. Being as though she doesn't know who she'll be meeting, she arranges her pink hair in pigtails on her head and puts on the usual gob of black eyeliner. She is barely 18, newly moved out from her parents' house, and ready to try anything. She grabs her bag, runs out the door (forgetting to lock it in her excitement), and gets in her car.
She pulls up to the gate and parks her car somewhere convieniently close to the gates, killing some grass with her tires, pushes open the gate and walks up the stairs. She rings the massive doorbell with one black-tipped fingernail and waits to be addressed.

 

[dansemajik]

Meredith

I smile, looking at the young man. I rose from the bed and went behind him. "Here, let me help you out of these wet things.

My nipples were erect making sharp little points in the silk of my shirt. I took his jacket and eased it off him, he let his arms slide out of the leather sleeves.

I went in front of him and unbuttoned the buttons on this shirt and helped him slip it over his head. His chest was firm and nearly hairless. The chest and stomach muscles clearly defined.

"My, my" I said as I let my hand stroke his smooth skin.

I was about to ask him if he had ever had sex with an older woman when I heard something.

 

[Guest]

Thing from the Cellar

Entering the dining hall, it freezes as Michael and the new guest (Miyax) walk past and up the stairs to towards the bedrooms.

"You are to share a room with a fellow guest. I am sure you will like him, he has an interesting hair do."

If the thing understands what Michael is saying, there is no indication.

It just stays there, not moving. As if to make sure it encounters no-one else.

Then it starts moving again, accidentally brushing against a vase and causing it smash on the floor.

 

[Guest]

Brad

Brad stands there, his hormones running amok. He couldn't believe the situation he is in.

There he is, along in a bedroom with a strange half-naked woman who is, even to his naive mind, appears to be seducing him.

He shivers as he feels her gently stroking his bare chest.

His erection, huge and rampant, sticks out obscenely through his pants.

Just then, she stops.

Opening his eyes, he sees her staring into space, as if listening for something.

Oh God! Please don't stop now! Not now!